Last time on Deep Space 9...
Bashir to Infirmary.
Medical emergency on the Promenade.
I find it odd
that a conduit running behind Garak's shop
should just happen to overload.
Why would the Romulans want to destroy the Flaxian's ship?
ODO: One possibility
is that the Romulans hired the Flaxian to kill Garak
and then killed the Flaxian
when he failed in his mission.
Do you know why the Romulans
might hire someone to kill you?
I have no idea.
MALE: You are investigating
a very insignificant piece of a much larger puzzle.
What do you mean?
There's been a great deal
of unusual Romulan activity these past weeks.
Now you dragged me into this investigation
and you are now going to cooperate with me!
"Dragged you in"?
I don't know what you're talking...
You blew up your own shop, Garak!
ODO: It's a Romulan warbird.
In Cardassian space?
You're going to attack the Dominion, aren't you?
You're going to stage a first strike against them
before they can come into the Alpha Quadrant.
I'm asking you to serve Cardassia again, by my side.
Garak, this is the man who put you into exile.
This is the man who just two days ago
tried to have you killed.
Yes, he is...
but it doesn't matter.
I am back.
And now, the conclusion.
BASHIR: I mean, if you ask me
modern theater has been on the decline
since the late 23rd century.
I mean, just look at the plays
to have come out of Earth
in the last 50 years, and compare them
to the works of Willemheld or Barton or Chow-yun.
Yes, yes!
Modern playwrights have become obsessed
with writing human interpretations
of alien theatrical works
while ignoring completely
our own unique cultural heritage.
In the hopes of...
Chief?
Are you listening to me?
What?
I thought so.
Oh.
Oh, I-I heard every word you said.
And what do you think?
About what?
Any of it?
I...
don't know.
Look, what do you want me to say?
Say you agree, or say you disagree.
Say you hate theater.
Just say something.
Look, Julian, you said you wanted to have lunch.
Well, we're having lunch.
Yes! But I was hoping for a little more conversation
with my plomeek soup.
Ah, my mother taught me
if you try to combine talking and eating
you'll end up doing neither very well.
Well, I suppose Garak taught me to think of lunch
as a sort of arena for philosophical debate.
I take it there's still no word about Garak and Odo?
The Starship Portland and a Cardassian cruiser
are still searching the Algira sector for the runabout.
Well, that's not entirely bad news.
If the runabout had been destroyed
they would have found debris by now
or something to...
Kira to O'Brien.
Go ahead, Major.
Report to Ops, Chief.
There's something here we'd like you to take a look at.
On my way.
SISKO: About ten minutes ago
our sensors picked up high concentrations
of tetryon particles moving toward the station.
I've never seen readings like these.
What do you think?
Subspace energy fluctuations?
Quantum fractures
in the electrodynamic field?
EM spikes across the spectrum?
You've got me.
Whatever it is, it's getting closer.
And larger.
The tetryon concentrations have increased ten percent
in the last 30 seconds.
There's an energy surge, bearing 210 mark 315.
A ship is de-cloaking.
It's a Romulan warbird.
Romulans? Open a channel...
Another warbird is de-cloaking at 010...
No, it's a Cardassian ship.
A Cardassian ship with a cloaking device?
Definitely Cardassian, Keldon-class.
Benjamin, there's an entire fleet de-cloaking out there.
Red Alert!
All hands to battle stations.
Shields up!
Stand by weapons.
Try to hail them, Lieutenant.
Their weapons are charged
but they haven't locked on to us yet.
Lead ship's headed for the wormhole, Commander.
No response to our hails.
The fleet's following the lead ship.
They're headed for the Gamma Quadrant.
Lieutenant, open a priority channel
to Starfleet Command now.
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You should have seen the look on Legate Porania's face
when I told him I was going into retirement three years ago.
He was literally speechless—
a rare event.
I remember wanting to invent
charges of treason against him
just so I wouldn't have to hear his voice again.
And you would have, too, if I hadn't held you back.
You had quite a vicious streak in those days.
Oh, I learned... from the best.
No, no, you had a gift.
I never met anyone else
who relished a good interrogation
as much as you did.
Do you remember getting that confession
out of Dr. Parmak?
I never even touched him.
That was the beauty of it.
You just sat there for, what?
Three hours?
Four!
And after four hours
of watching you stare at him
he confessed.
( chuckles ): I was good, wasn't I?
You were brilliant.
Afterwards, he just kept saying
"His eyes... his eyes."
I've missed you, Elim.
Things just haven't been the same since you left.
I've missed you, too, Enabran.
We're both getting sentimental
in our old age.
Hmm.
Next thing you know
we'll be crying over our lost youth.
So, whatever happened to Dr. Parmak?
He spent three years in a labor camp
then returned to Cardassia Prime.
I think he's practicing medicine again.
When we get back, you should look him up.
Oh, there are a number of people
I intend to look up when we get back.
For instance
do you remember a Gul named Dukat?
Dukat?
Oh, yes, the business with the arms merchants.
Mm-hmm.
I take it you'd like to have him eliminated.
The thought had crossed my mind.
When this mission is completed
you'll be in a position to eliminate anyone you want.
I'll make up a list and give it to Mila.
Perhaps you'd better give it to me personally.
Mila may not be around much longer.
She knows a great deal about me, too much for her own good.
Well, still, it would be a shame to have her killed.
She's proven that she can be trusted on numerous occasions
and you'd be hard put to find a better housekeeper.
Is this a request I hear?
Not at all.
Just an observation.
No reason to pretend, Garak.
You're fond of Mila.
You don't want her hurt, right?
If you're looking for an excuse
to spare the life of your own housekeeper
you don't need me to provide you with one.
You can do it out of the kindness of your heart.
Mila always believed
you were innocent of betraying Cardassia...
and me.
I was.
Of course.
No wonder the Romulans can't conquer the galaxy.
No one can stomach their cuisine.
( door opening )
TAIN: Ah, Colonel Lovok.
Allow me to introduce my associate, Elim Garak.
And what is his role to be in this operation?
He will do whatever I require of him.
Elim is a cherished colleague
of long standing.
He will not enter the Bridge
or any other secured space aboard this ship, unescorted.
If you do so, you will be killed.
Direct, isn't he?
I'm afraid the Colonel believes
in wasting little time
on pleasantries or idle conversation.
The fleet is re-cloaked and is about to set course
for the Founders' homeworld at warp six.
GARAK: Warp six?
That's a bit slow, isn't it?
Something wrong with your engines?
If we travel any faster
our warp signatures may be detected by the Jem'Hadar
even through the cloaking devices.
Very clever.
The changeling is in quarters on C deck.
There are force fields in place to prevent his escape.
Good. Which brings us
to your first assignment, Garak.
I want you to explain to Odo
that it would be in everyone's best interest—
especially his— if he were to provide us
with all the information he has on his people.
Now, that might prove difficult.
He can be quite stubborn.
Then you'll have to find a way
of convincing him.
( door opening )
Well, Odo, I trust the accommodations
meet with your approval.
( snorts ) Well, you have
to admit it's certainly better than a prison cell.
There are force fields around the bulkheads
and a guard outside the door.
Feels like a prison cell to me.
I see your point.
And believe me, if it were my decision, things would...
I don't believe you, Garak, and I doubt I'll believe
much of what you have to say from now on.
So save us both some trouble and leave me alone.
Why, Constable, you seem positively disappointed in me.
Well, I suppose
it's understandable.
After all, I did pledge my undying devotion
and eternal allegiance to both you and the Federation.
And you and I have been through so much together—
shared many experiences— and I know you considered me
a close friend.
No wonder you feel betrayed.
You're wasting your time, Garak.
I don't care about the rationalizations
you come up with to justify your actions.
To justify?
I don't need to justify anything to you.
Living on Deep Space 9 has made you a little rusty.
Your lies are becoming more transparent.
You should be careful.
You don't want Tain to know
that you're feeling guilty about what you've done.
You are imaginative, Constable
I'll grant you that, but I would suggest
that you put those creative powers to better use.
We would like you to share
your unique insights on the Founders.
Would you?
We would be grateful— most grateful—
for any information you could provide.
And if I refuse?
Oh, really, Odo.
You really must stop reading
those human crime novels Chief O'Brien gives you.
It's poisoning your thinking.
I'm not here to threaten you.
I just want to talk.
I don't feel like talking.
Surely, you can see that we share a common enemy—
the Founders.
By cooperating
you'll be helping us provide security
for the entire Alpha Quadrant.
The only common enemy you and I share
is Enabran Tain.
The difference between you and I
is that you don't know it.
I suggest that you think over what I've said, Constable.
Funny, I was about to make the same suggestion.
Since the Jem'Hadar
are genetically addicted to a drug
that only the Founders
can provide, we expect the Jem'Hadar
to weaken and die
once their supplies of the drug run out.
A matter of days, by our estimates.
However, that will give them enough time to stage
some kind of counterattack against the Alpha Quadrant.
So I suggest you place
I take this action not in defiance
of the Cardassian state, but in defense of it.
You in the Central Command
have neglected the security of our people
and allowed peace with Bajor and the Federation
to blind you to the real threat, the Dominion.
I intend to remove that threat.
Let history be my judge.
That message was intercepted
by a Federation outpost earlier today.
A similar message was sent to the Romulan Senate.
Now both governments are denying
any prior knowledge of Tain's plans
and calling this a rogue operation.
Are they going to do anything to stop Tain?
Both the Romulans and the Cardassians
claim to be studying ways to stop Tain.
But we believe that they'll just sit back
and wait to see if he succeeds or not.
But, sir, that could plunge Romulus
and Cardassia into war with the Dominion.
Only if he fails, Lieutenant.
His plan looks like it's got a fair chance of success.
He's commanding a fleet of 20 ships
manned by combat veterans.
They know the location of the Founders' homeworld
and they've modified their cloaks
so the Jem'Hadar can't detect their approach.
It sounds like you're hoping Tain will succeed.
I never hope for war, Major.
But if it comes, I'd rather see the Dominion
on the losing side.
However, we have to plan for the worst.
Ben, I want you to evacuate DS9 of all non-essential personnel
and put the Defiant on standby alert.
Even if Tain succeeds
the Jem'Hadar are going to come screaming out of the wormhole
looking for revenge, and they may not be
too particular who their targets are.
Admiral, we believe Security Chief Odo
is aboard one of the Romulan ships.
Odo's message said the runabout
had been caught in a tractor beam.
That suggests he was captured
and taken aboard one of their ships.
SISKO: I'd like permission to take
the Defiant into the Gamma Quadrant
and try to determine if he's still alive.
I'm sorry about your officer, but there's nothing we can do.
I want the Defiant guarding Bajor.
That's your top priority.
Toddman out.
Commander Eddington
am I correct in assuming
Starfleet is planning to send
substantial reinforcements to this sector?
Yes, sir.
A task force of nine starships is due to arrive tomorrow.
Nine starships.
I want the Defiant prepared to leave
for the Gamma Quadrant in two hours.
Sir, Admiral Toddman's orders were quite clear on...
I am not going to just abandon one of my officers.
Toddman's concerned about the defense of Bajor
and so am I.
If we detect a Jem'Hadar strike force
heading for the Alpha Quadrant
we'll use the communications relay to warn DS9.
And we'll do everything we can
to stop them before they reach the wormhole.
I consider this a volunteer mission
but don't volunteer yet.
There's a good chance you won't be coming back
from this mission.
And even if you do
you'll probably be facing a general court-martial.
If you do decide to go
be aboard the Defiant at 1530 hours.
Dismissed.
All stations report.
KIRA: Tactical ready.
O'BRIEN: Warp and impulse engines on line.
Cloaking device standing by.
DAX: Helm ready.
Security detachment is aboard
and phaser rifles have been issued to every fire team.
SISKO: Release docking clamps.
Commander, there's an incoming priority message
from Starfleet Command.
It's Admiral Toddman.
He's repeating his order
not to enter the Gamma Quadrant.
That's what you think it says.
How can you be sure
when a transmission is as badly garbled as that one?
You're right.
There's an awful lot of subspace interference
on this channel.
Must be an ion storm or something.
Must be.
Aft thrusters, back one-quarter.
Port and starboard at station keeping.
The cloaking device is operating
within normal parameters.
Set course for the Founders' homeworld.
Warp eight.
LOVOK: We know that the Founders' planet lies
at approximately these coordinates
within the Omarion Nebula.
As you can see, there are no Jem'Hadar bases nearby.
This means that even if the Founders
did send out a distress call
it would take at least seven hours
for any help to arrive.
Our plan is to wait
until we've entered orbit of the Founders' planet
then de-cloak and begin massive bombardment.
LOVOK: Computer analysis indicates
that the planet's crust will be destroyed
within one hour, and the mantle within five.
Well, that should more than take care of the Founders.
Yes, it should.
Unless they have some planetary defenses
we don't know about.
There is one person here
who might answer that question— Mr. Odo.
Anything he knows
about the Founders and their planet
was undoubtedly included in his report to Starfleet.
The Constable is remarkably thorough
in these matters.
There was a time
when you were eager to begin an interrogation, Elim.
In fact, I remember having to restrain your enthusiasm
on several occasions.
Well, then you should also remember
the pride I took in my work.
I don't think that interrogating someone
who can alter their form at will
is likely to provide either amusement or information.
I wouldn't worry about Mr. Odo's shape-shifting, if I were you.
The Obsidian Order has developed a device
which should prove quite effective in neutralizing him.
I was not informed about this device.
It's only a prototype.
We've never had a chance to test it...
until now.
Perhaps the Tal Shiar should take over
the interrogation of the changeling.
No.
It's all right, Garak.
It's my fault.
I should have known you'd develop feelings
for these people you've been living with
for the past few years.
But I just never expected that you would become friends
with someone who worked for the Bajorans.
This has nothing to do with my friends or my feelings.
I simply don't believe he has the information you want.
Possibly. Colonel Lovok will find out.
No.
I brought Odo here.
He's my prisoner and my responsibility.
You don't have to do this.
Yes, I do.
And I think we both know
that you won't trust me until I do.
All right.
I look forward to hearing your results.
( console beeping )
Commander, I'm reading some kind of power fluctuation
in the cloaking device.
What kind of fluctuation?
I don't know.
I can't locate the source of the problem
but it is getting worse.
KIRA: We're de-cloaking.
All stop.
Full scan, Lieutenant.
Are there any other ships in the area?
No, nothing in sensor range.
Commander, if the Jem'Hadar show up while we're de-cloaked...
We'll have to fight our way out of here.
Everything looks fine.
The power converters are on line.
The projection matrix looks normal.
The cloaking device should be working.
Maybe there's some kind of spatial anomaly nearby
that's interfering
with the cloak's power systems.
This isn't the result
of a spatial anomaly, Major.
The tetryon compositor on the cloaking device
has been sabotaged.
How do you know that?
Because I sabotaged it.
Why?
I was under orders
from Admiral Toddman to stop you
from pursuing the Romulan/Cardassian fleet.
O'BRIEN: You've turned us into sitting ducks
for the Jem'Hadar!
But we can still defend ourselves.
I didn't damage any of the ship's weapon systems
or the engines.
But, without the cloak, we'll have to return to DS9.
I'm sorry, Commander.
I didn't want to do this.
Odo's my friend, too
but I report directly to Admiral Toddman
and he gave me an explicit order.
I couldn't disobey it.
I don't suppose you could.
Chief...
now that we know that the problem
is in the tetryon compositor
how long until you can fix it?
About ten hours.
You've got two.
On your way.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to confine you
to quarters, Mr. Eddington.
Sir, if we run into the Jem'Hadar
you're still going to need a Chief Security Officer.
What makes you think we'll trust you again?
Because I give you my word.
I make it a policy to never question the word
of anyone who wears that uniform.
Don't make me change that policy.
Man your station, Commander.
But... I'd stay out of the Chief's way
if I were you.
I realize it must be nearly time for you
to return to your liquid state
so I thought I'd bring you something to relax in.
How kind.
But before you go for a swim
I have a few questions I'd like to ask you.
I have nothing to say.
Well, I had hoped a few hours alone
might jog your memory, but I can see
I'm going to have to take some steps I'd hoped to avoid.
Oh, no, you're going to torture me, aren't you?
How I've been dreading this.
Please, have mercy, Garak.
You do have a certain flair for sarcasm.
It's one of the things I like about you.
You can go now.
I'd bring those guards back, if I were you.
I'm not in a very good mood.
Yes, under normal circumstances
you would pose quite a threat to me.
You could turn yourself into, uh, a Vicarian razorback
or stretch out your arms
and strangle me from across the room.
But not this time.
Oh, and why is that?
Because this device is emitting a quantum stasis field
designed to prevent any changeling
from altering his biomolecular structure.
( grunts )
Yes.
It must be very disconcerting for you
to be locked into a humanoid form, especially now.
I'm sure you were looking forward
to returning to your liquid state.
Tell me...
what will happen if you can't revert to a liquid?
I don't know.
An honest answer.
But it's probably safe to say that it won't be pleasant.
Garak, this is pointless.
There's nothing I can tell you about the Founders
that you don't already know.
I wish I could believe that.
Then why don't you?
Because you and I are so alike.
We both value our privacy, our secrets.
That's why I know there's something about the Founders
you haven't told anyone.
Something you didn't even share
with Starfleet and Commander Sisko, hmm?
But you are going to tell me, Odo.
There's nothing to tell!
Well, perhaps something will come to you.
I can wait.
The question is...
can you?
Major...
leave the Chief alone.
What makes you think I'm going to see O'Brien?
All right, it's been three hours.
I just wanted to see if he needed some help.
If he needed help, he would ask for it.
For now, the best thing we can do
is to stay out of his way.
( sighs )
( shuddering )
What's the matter, Garak?
You don't look very happy.
Aren't you enjoying yourself?
There is no pleasure in this for me, Constable.
I assure you. I am simply doing my job.
Your job?
Yes!
This job you've been waiting for...
all... all these years of exile.
And here you are, interrogating a prisoner again.
It must fill you with pride.
Odo, just tell me what I need to know, and this will end.
( screaming )
But... but... but you don't want it to end, do you, Garak?
Isn't this what you've been dreaming of?
Back at work...
serving Cardassia.
That's right.
And you have information that I need
information that it's my duty to extract from you.
It's not personal.
( screaming )
Odo, talk to me!
Tell me something!
Anything.
Lie if you have to, but say it now, please.
Home! I want to go home!
And you will, I promise.
As soon as this is all over
I promise I'll take you back to Deep Space 9.
No! Not the station.
Home with my people.
The Founders?
Yes.
You want to return to the Founders?
Yes.
I thought you turned your back on them.
I did, but they're still my people.
I tried to deny it.
I tried to forget.
But I can't.
They're my people
and I want to be with them in the Great Link.
I knew there was something secret
you were holding back.
And now you've found it.
I hope it's useful.
Repairs are complete, sir.
The cloaking device is on line.
A souvenir of your handiwork.
Engage cloak.
DAX: The cloak is operating normally.
Resume course to the Founders' planet.
Maximum warp.
Did you get anything out of him at all?
Nothing.
He never broke.
Well, that's unfortunate.
I see no further use for Mr. Odo.
Terminate him.
On the other hand, he is a member of the Bajoran Militia
and an officer on Deep Space 9.
We may not wish to provoke the Federation by killing him.
I agree with Garak.
Do you?
Yes. There's no way to be certain
that all of the Founders will be
on the planet when we attack.
We should be prepared to encounter
other changelings in the future.
And we could use more information
on their capabilities.
I want to take Odo back to Romulus for further study.
All right, in the interest of cooperation.
ROMULAN: Bridge to Colonel Lovok.
This is Lovok.
We have entered the Omarion Nebula
and dropped out of warp.
We should be in orbit of the planet in 15 minutes.
Acknowledged.
Well, it seems the moment is nearly at hand.
Gentlemen.
Can I do something for you, Colonel?
Why were you trying to protect the changeling?
I wasn't trying to protect him.
And as I recall, you thought
it was a good idea to keep him alive as well.
My interest in the changeling
is based on what I believe to be
the strategic interests of the Romulan Empire.
But you... you seem to have a personal interest in him.
Well, tell me, what else am I feeling?
I've never been psychoanalyzed
by a Romulan before.
This is a fascinating experience.
You are a practiced liar, Mr. Garak
but I am a practiced observer.
And I can assure you, I am going to be
observing you very closely.
HELM: We are within disruptor range.
Scan the planet for life-signs.
Sensors show multiple life-forms on the surface.
They appear to be in a liquid state.
The Founders.
Signal the fleet to charge weapons
and lock on to their targets.
We will open fire
the moment we drop our cloaks.
All ships report ready, all weapons charged.
So much for the Dominion.
Open fire.
HELM: The first barrage is complete.
Effect?
30 percent of the planetary crust
destroyed on opening volley.
No change in life-form readings.
What?
That's impossible.
Some of them had to be killed.
Our sensor readings have been confirmed
by three other warbirds.
There's no change in the number of life-signs on the surface.
They're using an automated transponder
to send back false sensor readings.
The planet's deserted!
Colonel, signal the fleet...
Colonel, there are ships
coming out of the nebula.
What type of ships?
Jem'Hadar fighters.
How many?
I asked you a question!
One hundred fifty.
Tactical display on screen.
GARAK: It's a trap.
They've been waiting for us all along.
( alarm blaring )
The Cardassian Cruiser Koranak has been destroyed.
Romulan Warbirds Makar and Belak have lost main power.
Bring us about to 318 mark 215.
Concentrate fire
on ships attacking on the port quarter.
( yells )
The Jem'Hadar will destroy every ship if we stay!
Our only hope is to return to the Alpha Quadrant!
There's no way out of here, Garak.
The Jem'Hadar have cut us off.
We need to consolidate the fleet and make our stand here.
How could this be? What could have happened?
I'm afraid the fault, dear Tain, is not in our stars
but in ourselves.
What?
Something I learned from Dr. Bashir.
Main power's out.
Switching to emergency backups.
Bridge to Engineering. We need power to the weapons.
Bridge to Engineering, respond!
I'll be in Engineering.
Tain, take command of the Bridge.
Four more Jem'Hadar vessels closing on our position.
( grunts )
I take it the attack on the Founders
is not proceeding according to plan.
No, it's not, but I suggest we make our way to the runabout.
For once, Garak, I agree with you.
You'll need this in order to gain access to your runabout.
Why are you doing this?
Because no changeling has ever harmed another.
You are one of the Founders?
Of course.
This whole plan
was the Founders' idea in the first place.
You wanted the Tal Shiar and the Obsidian Order
to combine forces
and come into the Gamma Quadrant
so you could wipe them out.
Not exactly— Tain originated the plan
and when we learned of it
we did everything we could to carry it forward.
The Tal Shiar and the Obsidian Order
are both ruthless, efficient organizations.
A definite threat to us.
But not after today.
After today, the only real threat to us
from the Alpha Quadrant
are the Klingons and the Federation.
And I doubt that either of them
will be a threat for much longer.
It is not too late for you, Odo.
Come with me.
You can still become one
with the Great Link, if you wish.
Thank you.
But my answer is still no.
Come on!
I don't think we have much time.
The runabout is that way.
Two decks down, section 25.
Wait for me there.
Where are you going?
To the Bridge, to get Tain.
What?
I know it's difficult
for you to understand, Constable
but I still owe him a personal debt
and I have to try to repay it.
Wait for us as long as you can.
GARAK: Tain! We have to go!
There must have been an informant.
That's the only explanation.
Yes, there was an informant. You're right.
Colonel Lovok is a changeling.
Lovok?
Yes, but that's something
we can discuss at another time.
Right now, we have to...
It appears I have underestimated the Founders.
I should have seen it coming.
There was a time when nothing got past me.
You remember, don't you, Elim?
Yes, I do!
But now we have to go!
Go where?
Back to Mila and my quiet retirement?
I don't think so.
I must be getting old.
I let my pride override my instinct.
Wouldn't have played it that way in the old days.
In the old days, I would have kept Lovok at arm's length.
He was too cagey, too smart.
I can't just leave you here!
I always did have a soft spot for you, Garak.
Another of my flaws.
Enabran!
( grunts )
These Founders, Elim
they're very good.
Next time, we should be more careful.
But in the future
I hope you'll consider using gentler language.
I'll keep that in mind.
A Jem'Hadar ship is following us.
Raise shields and charge the weapons.
Aft shields down to 50 percent.
More speed would be advisable.
The warp drive is off-line.
Shields down to 30 percent!
Another Jem'Hadar ship is approaching to starboard.
Hang on!
Shields down to 15 percent.
Main power is failing. We're losing speed.
The shields are gone.
Odo, I hope that you will accept
my sincere apologies for all this.
A little late, isn't it?
Nevertheless.
I may not agree with what you did
but I can certainly understand your desire to return home.
Thank you.
( console beeping )
What?
Three more coming in off the port bow.
Fire on the lead ship, then bring us back to the runabout.
Two life-signs on the runabout, Commander.
SISKO: Drop shields.
Bridge to Transporter Room.
Beam them aboard, Chief.
O'BRIEN: Aye, sir.
Four more Jem'Hadar ships closing to starboard.
O'Brien to Bridge. I've got them.
Raise shields.
Welcome back.
Thank you.
Oh, that looks painful.
It is, but it did save my life.
( yelling )
Shields at 80 percent.
Attack pattern Omega four.
Full impulse power.
Hold your fire until we're within 500 meters.
We might get pretty singed at that range.
Not as singed as they're going to get.
Engage!
50,000 meters and closing.
2,000 meters.
Five hundred.
Fire!
The third Jem'Hadar ship is still pursuing.
Aft torpedoes, fire!
KIRA: Direct hit on their port nacelle.
They're losing speed.
We're out of their weapons range.
Any other signs of pursuit?
DAX: Negative.
The other fighters are still concentrating
on the remaining Romulan and Cardassian ships.
Let's not wait around for them to change their minds.
Set course for the wormhole, Lieutenant, warp eight.
It's good to see you again, Constable.
Likewise, Major.
DAX: Course laid in.
Engage.
There is still no indication
that any Romulan or Cardassian vessel
survived the attack.
Sounds like Wolf 359 all over again.
I had the same thought.
You may be interested to know I've decided not to file charges
against anyone aboard the Defiant.
Thank you, sir.
But if you pull a stunt like that again
I'll court-martial you or I'll promote you.
Either way, you'll be in a lot of trouble.
I'll keep that in mind, sir.
( sighs )
ODO: I just read the report that you wrote
and I wanted to thank you.
Me? For what?
For not mentioning
my desire to return to my people.
I consider the entire conversation
as something... best forgotten.
As do I.
Quark has expressed an interest
in renting this space
if you're not going to be using it.
Oh?
He mentioned something
about an Argelian massage facility.
Unfortunately, I don't think Commander Sisko would approve
of such an interesting facility on the Promenade.
I tend to agree.
But I do think he would approve of a tailor's shop.
Do you know what the sad part is, Odo?
I'm a very good tailor.
Garak...
I was thinking that you and I
should have breakfast together sometime.
Why, Constable—
I thought you didn't eat.
I don't.
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