Looks like he used some kind of encryption program
to bypass the access protocols.
Unbelievable.
The nerve.
QUARK: Major?
You wanted to see me.
Now don't pretend you don't know what this is about.
Oh, well, maybe this'll jog your memory.
Engage monitor.
♪ Come to Quark's, Quark's is fun ♪
( humming along ) ♪ Come right now, don't walk, run! ♪
( jingle music continues )
( laughing )
Oh, I love the part where my name rotates around.
Tampering with the station's com system
is a class-3 offense.
It's just a little advertisement.
I didn't post one in Ops.
I'm sure the magistrate
will take that into consideration
when he calculates your fine.
( sighs )
You!
As you can see, we're very busy here—
station business.
How did you do it?
Do what?
I ordered
a glass of prune juice
from the replicator in the Defiant's mess.
This is what
it came in.
MUG: ♪ Come to Quark's, Quark's is fun... ♪
If all your little advertisements
aren't purged from our systems
by the time I get back from the Gamma Quadrant
I will come to Quark's
and believe me...
I will have fun.
Uh, let me help you with that, Chief.
According to Chief O'Brien
the scan resolution on the new sensors is amazing.
We could practically do
the entire bio-survey from orbit.
Suits me— the sooner we get
out of the Gamma Quadrant, the better.
How can you say that?
Those little points of light out there—
the great unknown, beckoning to us.
I wish I could
visit every one.
You might want to skip the ones with Jem'Hadar bases on them.
Is it my imagination
or are the stars a little brighter
in the Gamma Quadrant?
Is it my imagination
or has Julian lost his mind?
Setting course for the Gavara system.
( console beeping )
I'm picking up some kind of emergency signal.
It's fragmented.
They say their homeworld's been attacked...
massive destruction, heavy casualties.
They're asking any passing vessel for assistance.
Looks like the signal's
coming from somewhere in the Teplan system.
That's just outside Dominion space.
Well, let's hope the Jem'Hadar know that.
Setting new course.
( children yelling )
What happened here?
H-Help me.
Don't let me die here.
Take me to Trevean.
Trevean?
Hospital...
I'll try to find out where it is.
I'm going to give you something for the pain.
You're not from this world.
No.
The blight's quickened in her.
There's nothing you can do.
( shivering )
You should leave here, now.
Go back to where you came from
and forget about this place.
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The painkiller I gave her isn't having much effect.
But their physiology is so different from ours.
I doubt the blight will be any danger to us.
I got us transportation to the hospital.
How did you manage that?
These aren't exactly the friendliest people
I've ever met.
DAX: I gave her my hair clip.
( playing soft, chiming music )
( baby crying )
Is everything all right?
This is a hospital?
She's quickened.
( woman moans and shivers )
Take her to Trevean.
You're from another world.
Yes.
Well, don't worry.
We'll take care of her now.
I haven't seen a single person
that doesn't have lesions on their face.
His look inflamed.
So do that woman's over there.
Like the woman we brought in.
Trevean.
Thank you...
for this.
( murmurs of "thank you" )
You deserve nothing less.
Yesterday, when I woke up
I... saw that it had finally happened.
I'd quickened.
but I wasn't...
because I knew I could come here.
Last night, I slept in a bed
for the first time in my life.
I fell asleep listening to music.
This morning, I bathed in hot water
dressed in clean clothes.
And now, I'm here with my friends and family.
Thank you, Trevean...
for making this day everything I dreamed it could be.
You brought Norva here?
How is she?
It was too late for her.
If only she'd come sooner, I could've helped.
Then there is a treatment for the blight.
There is no cure— it's always fatal.
I'm sorry. I don't understand.
I thought you said you could've helped her.
Why are you here?
We received a distress call.
We're here to help in any way we can.
I'm a doctor.
And I have access
to sophisticated diagnostic equipment.
We had sophisticated
equipment once.
You think our world was always this way?
Two centuries ago
we were no different from you.
We built vast cities
traveled to neighboring worlds.
We believed nothing was beyond our abilities.
We even thought we could resist the Dominion.
I see you've heard of them.
Then take care not to defy them
or your people will pay the same price we did.
The Jem'Hadar destroyed our world
as an example to others.
Bring me Milani's child.
More than anything, the Dominion wanted my people
to bear the mark of their defiance.
So...
they brought us the blight.
We're all born with it...
we all die from it.
When the blight quickens
the lesions turn red.
Death soon follows—
some in childhood
most before they can have children of their own.
Only a few live to be my age.
Trevean, if you tell us what you know about the blight
we may be able to help.
No.
You should go.
If the Jem'Hadar find you here...
We're willing
to take that risk.
( dishes clattering, man gasping )
Don't.
Make some room.
I'm a doctor.
MAN: Leave him alone.
You don't understand.
Can't you see he's dying?
Of course, he's dying— he came here to die.
People come to me when they quicken.
I help them leave this world peacefully—
surrounded by their families and friends.
What are you saying?
The herbs I give them causes death within minutes.
You poison them.
The blight kills slowly.
No one wants to suffer needlessly—
not like that woman you brought me.
You killed her?
I did what she asked.
I thought this was a hospital
and that you were a healer.
I am.
I take away pain.
Now you've disrupted Tamar's death.
I'll going to have to ask you to leave.
I found the distress beacon
in an abandoned building
not far from here.
It has its own power source.
My guess is
it's been repeating the same message
for over 200 years.
Well, there's nothing for us to do here.
We should go.
Are you really a doctor?
Yes.
I've never met a doctor before.
They say there's a woman
in Nykalia who makes a medicine
that helps people withstand the pain of quickening
so... so they can live longer.
I'd go there
but Nykalia's so far away.
When are you due?
Not for another two months.
That's not very long.
We never know when the quickening will come.
I'm Julian.
What's your name?
Ekoria.
I'm Jadzia.
Did you come here to help us?
Well, nobody around here seems to want our help.
I do.
And I know others who would welcome it, too.
Kira to away team.
Go ahead.
The sensors just picked up
two Jem'Hadar ships headed this way.
The Jem'Hadar are leaving the Kendi system
and it looks like they're heading
for the Obatta cluster.
Sounds like they're on a patrol route
which means this system is probably next.
We'd better go.
Stand by to get underway.
Hold on, Major.
We can't just leave these people.
They need our help.
And they'll get it.
As soon as we get back, we'll notify Starfleet
so they can put together a relief mission.
But that could take weeks
maybe even months.
We're here, now.
Remember the plague
on Boranis III?
People were dying by the thousands
and nobody there knew why.
It took us one hour to identify the pathogen
and three days to dose the water table
and inoculate the entire population.
We might be able to do the same thing here.
All right, it's worth a try.
We can't risk the Jem'Hadar detecting the runabout.
I'll take it to the Jenkata nebula.
Come back for us in a week.
With any luck, we'll have a cure by then.
( talking quietly )
They're here.
They're coming.
Thanks.
Go, go, go on.
Um...
I'm sorry I can't offer you more space.
Oh, don't be. This is fine.
Um, can I use this table to set up my equipment?
Whatever you need.
Did you do this?
My husband did.
He died last winter.
It's what he imagined our world used to be like.
He painted a mural similar to that
on a building near here—
traded a good pair of boots for the paint he needed.
thought it might give them something to work toward.
Well, maybe later, you can take us to see it.
All right.
Well, it looks like we have ourselves a clinic.
The first thing I have to do is run a complete
bio-spectral analysis on an asymptomatic individual.
Loosely translated
that means he needs a volunteer.
DAX: Great.
Now, if you'll just have a seat
the doctor will be with you in a moment.
They love to keep you waiting.
It, uh, makes them feel important.
How would you like to see a picture of your baby?
There it is.
Let me see.
Wh-What's happened?
We've isolated the virus.
Is that a good thing?
It means we can start analyzing
its molecular structure— look for binding sites
so we can tailor an antigen.
DAX: In other words, yes.
It's a very good thing.
I'm going to start mapping nucleotides.
Can you run a protein sequencer?
I think so.
I... I hope you two are hungry.
Starving.
Good.
That looks like a feast.
It was supposed to be.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
Do you like Takana root tea?
Ekoria...
where did you get all this food?
I've been saving it for the hospital...
for my death.
But something tells me
I'm not going to need it anymore.
Well, thanks anyway.
She's not interested either.
I hope Dax is having better luck.
I don't understand why you need people
who've quickened to make your cure.
Well, I need to chart the progress of the viral—
I'm sorry.
Oh, you're still here.
Yes.
Well, I see the blight has spared you.
Maybe it doesn't like the taste of your blood.
Unfortunately, it seems to like yours.
Well, I'd invite you to my death
but we don't know each other that well.
What if I told you there was a chance
you didn't have to die?
I'm a doctor.
( laughing )
Don't tell me— you have a cure.
I'm working on one.
Yeah, what'll it cost me?
A good coat?
A tilo of oil?
It won't cost you anything.
He can help us.
Listen to him.
I need volunteers, people who have quickened.
What will you do?
See how loud we scream
when the blight burns through us?
( crowd laughs )
I have medicines that can dull the pain.
I have equipment unlike anything on your world.
How would you like me to fix that arm
so you can play with your friends over there?
I'm not going to hurt you.
Well, you have a fracture right here.
I bet it hurts.
Better?
( astonished murmurs )
WOMAN: Did you see that?
How did you do that?
EKORIA: Does it matter?
He can find a cure for us
if we help him.
Fixing a broken bone and curing the blight
are two different things.
I know that.
Others have come here with promises of a cure.
They stirred up hope, took food and clothing
in exchange for their elixirs
but their promises were always lies.
( murmurs of agreement )
And all those who believed them
came to me in the end, begging for release.
I just want to do what I can to help.
I'm not making any promises.
Take care that you don't.
Because we have dealt with people
who give false hope before.
Believe me— their deaths make the blight
look like a blessing.
( sighs )
What's wrong?
Oh, I've been trying to chart the life cycle of the virus.
It would be a lot easier if I'd gotten more tissue samples.
Maybe you should go home.
Maybe my people don't deserve your help.
Oh, they've just been suffering so long
they've lost hope that things can be better.
It's more than that.
We've come to worship death.
I used to wake up and look at myself in the mirror
and be disappointed I hadn't quickened in my sleep.
Going to Trevean seemed so much easier
than going on living.
Yet, you don't feel that way anymore.
Not since the baby.
My little boy.
Can your machines tell me
what he's going to look like when he grows up?
Oh, no.
Not really.
Maybe he'll look like his father.
I...
I want to be here for him...
to hold his hand when he takes his first step
kiss his knee when he scrapes it in a fall.
Well, with any luck, you'll see him have children of his own.
DAX: Julian?
There's some people here who'd like to see you.
I suppose you're going to want to bleed me.
Oh, um...
a little.
I canceled my death for you.
I was really looking forward to it.
All right.
Everybody gets three milligrams
including you.
( hypospray whooshes )
Perfect.
There. This'll dull the pain.
I like your spots.
You told me that yesterday.
I still like them.
( quietly ): Julian.
Epran has stopped responding
to the cordrazine.
I had to put him in an inhibitor field.
He's further along than everyone else.
I'm hoping he'll be
the first to respond to the antigen.
Think of it.
She may well be holding the cure in her hands.
Do you think we should tell her what she's giving them?
She's nervous enough about using the hypo.
It's better if we wait till we're positive.
I suppose.
You should take a break.
You've been working nonstop for days.
Doctor?
Oh...
Dax wanted me to tell you
that Epran's white blood count is up another 12 percent.
That's great news.
It is?
Trust me.
I do.
I did from the start.
I don't... really know why.
Well, I'd like to think it's my bedside manner.
Hmm?
Um...
doctors and nurses
are supposed to project an air of caring competence.
You were doing it in there.
Me?
I was watching you.
You're very good with patients.
Oh, I was just trying to be kind.
Well, some people don't like to be around the sick.
It reminds them of their own mortality.
It doesn't bother you?
Sometimes.
I prefer to confront mortality rather than hide from it.
When you make someone well
it's like you're chasing death off—
making him wait for another day.
But death comes to everyone eventually.
Except Kukalaka.
Kuka... who?
My first patient.
A teddy bear.
What's that?
Oh, it's a sort of, um...
soft puppet.
Anyway, when I was a little boy
I took him everywhere I went
and after a few years, he became a little threadbare
until eventually his leg tore
and some of the stuffing fell out.
My mother was all set to throw him out
but I wouldn't have it because at the tender age of five
I performed my first surgery.
I restuffed him
and sewed his leg closed.
From that day on
I did everything I could
to keep Kukalaka in one piece.
You know, I must have sewn and stitched
and repatched every square inch of that bear.
Why were you so determined to keep him together?
Well, I wouldn't be much of a doctor
if I gave up on a patient, would I?
Where's Kukalaka now?
Oh, in a closet somewhere.
( sighs )
On a shelf...
in my room.
DAX: Julian, something's wrong.
( tricorder bleeping alarm )
( Epran shivering )
Julian.
Something's causing the virus
to mutate.
Could it be a reaction to the antigen?
I don't see how.
I need a microcellular scanner.
Help me, Bashir...!
He's going to take care of you.
You're going to be all right. Okay.
BASHIR: My God!
It's the EM fields from our instruments!
( woman screaming )
Shut everything down! Now!
( people screaming )
( equipment powering down )
All right, everything's off.
The mutation rate hasn't slowed.
The effect must be cumulative.
Give everybody four milligrams of cordrazine.
( grunting )
His heart stopped.
His heart stopped!
Come on.
Breathe.
Julian.
Julian!
Breathe!
Doctor!
( breathing heavily )
( people moaning )
What have you done?
Help me!
Trevean, please!
Get out of my way.
Trevean!
She's asking for me.
You have no right to interfere.
Thank you.
MAN: Trevean!
WOMAN: Trevean.
MAN: Trevean, help me.
( people moaning )
WOMAN 2: Trevean!
Help me please!
( voices calling for Trevean )
I remember running an hematology scan on Epran the other day.
There were changes...
in the viral base-pair sequence...
and I didn't know why.
There's no way you could have known
it was because of our instruments.
I should have put it together.
That's not fair.
Isn't it?
I'm going to tell you a little secret, Jadzia.
I was looking forward to tomorrow—
to seeing Kira again and casually asking
"How was the nebula?
"And, oh, by the way
I cured that blight thing those people had."
It's not a crime to believe in yourself, Julian.
These people believed in me
and look where it got them.
Trevean was right.
There is no cure.
The Dominion made sure of that.
And I was so arrogant
I thought I could find one in a week.
Maybe it was arrogant to think that
but it's even more arrogant to think there isn't a cure
just because you couldn't find it.
I'm glad you got a chance to see it before you left.
Ekoria.
I thought I'd make it.
I really did.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
You gave me hope.
I haven't felt that since before my husband died.
Good-bye.
Ekoria...
wait.
You're sure about this?
I can't leave these people.
Not now.
Whenever you're ready, contact the station.
We'll have a runabout here within days.
You know what worries me, Julian?
Is that without me
you won't have anyone to translate for you.
Good luck.
Major?
( Bashir sighs )
What is it?
There isn't a trace of the antigen I gave you
in your bloodstream.
Your immune system must have rejected it.
Oh...
Is it bad?
Mm-hmm...
I can give you another hypo
but you have so much cordrazine in your system already
it might be hard on the baby's metabolism.
I'll wait.
What is that smell?
I'm making a salve.
Long as I don't have to drink it.
How do you feel?
I've been better.
Can you sit up?
Breathe.
( ragged breath )
Again?
Let's see how the baby's doing.
His head's over here now.
I'm not surprised.
Feels like he's turning somersaults in there.
His heart's getting stronger every day.
I'd say another six weeks.
I'll never make it that long.
Well, I can induce labor in two weeks.
The baby'll be old enough by then.
Two weeks.
Trevean...
am I dead?
Is that what you want?
I can end your suffering.
Your child will have known nothing but peace.
No.
He deserves a chance to live.
The blight will take him in the end.
Trevean...
I didn't realize you made house calls.
I was concerned that she might be too weak to come to me.
I don't understand...
why you're so obsessed with death.
From what I've heard
you've lived with the blight longer than anyone.
Yes...
and I've seen more suffering than anyone.
Good-bye, Ekoria.
I hope you live long enough to see your baby.
Trevean means well.
He's a kind man in his own way.
( crying in pain )
Push!
Good. Good. Now breathe.
Don't stop breathing.
Don't stop. Breathe.
I can see his head.
And push!
( grunting )
Push!
Yes, push!
Yes! Yes.
( baby crying )
My God.
That's why there's no antigen in your system.
It's all been absorbed through the placenta.
Ekoria...
he doesn't have any lesions.
He doesn't have the blight.
( crying )
You found a cure.
It's not a cure.
It's a vaccine.
Every pregnant woman
should be inoculated with it as soon as possible.
It won't help them
but it will protect their babies.
Our children won't have the blight?
The vaccine isn't difficult to make
but seeing that everybody gets it will be a huge task.
Oh, not a task...
a privilege.
Can you show me how to make it?
I was hoping you'd ask that.
( baby crying )
( excited chatter )
( baby crying )
COMPUTER: Nucleotide sequencing complete.
Viral reproduction normal.
( Bashir sighs )
Let's try an A-to-C base-pair reshuffling.
Doctor...
I read your report.
Good work.
Thank you, sir.
Nucleotide sequencing complete. Viral reproduction normal.
( sighs )
People are still dying back there.
Yes.
But their children won't.
That's what I keep telling myself, sir.
Initiate reshuffling sequence.
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