Last time on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine...
This is intolerable.
They have us caged up like animals.
Stop it!
We meet at last.
Gifts?
How thoughtful.
You should be honored.
You're witnessing an historic moment—
the birth of the alliance
between the Dominion and the Breen.
And now the continuation.
We will secure the prisoners below.
They will share a cell.
They may wish to...
physically comfort each other on the long trip back
to Cardassia.
I find interspecies
mating rituals fascinating to watch.
Interesting device.
Oh, I am so sorry.
Where are my manners?
Allow me to introduce Legate Damar
leader of the Cardassian Union.
Thot Gor.
Thot.
That's the equivalent of a Legate, isn't it?
What did he say?
He says, "You need to have
your universal translator adjusted."
I would have if I'd known
we were meeting with the Breen.
It is a distinct pleasure to finally meet you.
Thank you.
If our face-to-face talks are as productive
as our subspace communications
have been, I'm sure we'll sign the treaty documents
within a few days.
I haven't even seen this treaty.
We'll discuss it later.
The alliance between the Breen Confederacy
and the Dominion will end this destructive war
that has torn this Quadrant apart.
With the Breen at our side
the Federation will not be able to stand against us.
They'll be erased from the face of the galaxy.
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This is outrageous.
Have you read this treaty?
Parts of it.
There's a reference to territorial concessions
that the Cardassians are to make to the Breen
but it doesn't say what those concessions are.
Oh, you needn't worry about that.
It's all been itemized in a secret protocol
between the Dominion and the Breen.
All that is required of you is to sign the document
as the acknowledged leader of the Cardassian Union.
I want to see this protocol.
Then it wouldn't be much of a secret then, would it?
You expect me to agree to territorial concessions
when I haven't even seen what they are?
Damar, you are missing the point.
We need the Breen to win this war.
When it's over
there will be more than enough territories available
to compensate Cardassia for the loss of a few minor planets.
There are no minor planets in the Cardassian Union.
Do you know what I think you should do?
Talk to Thot Gor.
Express your concerns.
He's very reasonable
and quite personable when you get to know him.
I don't trust him or his people.
The Founders should never have agreed
to give away Cardassian territory without my consent.
I'm sorry.
I think I misunderstood you.
It sounded as if you were implying
that Cardassian territory doesn't belong to the Founders.
Surely, that isn't what you meant.
No, of course not.
Oh, good.
I look forward to receiving the signed documents from you
within the hour.
Is there something else?
The Klingons have attacked Septimus III.
I'm aware of that.
Are you also aware that they've landed 15 divisions?
The Cardassian troops
will never survive without reinforcements.
I assure you
the Septimus III situation will be dealt with.
We will not allow your brave soldiers to perish in vain.
You have my word.
Septimus III will fall within the week.
Huh! The Cardassian 11th Order.
It's a reserve unit— old men and walking wounded.
They don't stand a chance.
I think you're right.
But enough about the war with the Dominion.
I want to hear about the war at home.
You just married that... freighter captain, didn't you?
Yes.
Then war has broken out, whether you know it or not—
a long, grueling, intoxicating war.
I remember the day
my beloved Sirella moved into my home.
I had a pet targ, had him since I was a boy—
a filthy, mangy beast
but in his bony breast beat the heart of a warrior.
Of course, Sirella loathed him.
Well, to make a long story short
while she was supervising the unloading of her bags
Sirella accidentally left the front door open
and my faithful targ, ever-ready to follow the call of the wild
tottered outside on his frail legs
and disappeared into the forest.
I never laid eyes on him again.
Lady Sirella draws the first blood.
You see my point.
Don't get me wrong.
I would not trade Sirella for all the targs on Qo'noS
and, over the course of our marriage
I've won more than my fair share of battles between us
but in the end...
I know...
she will win the war.
I'll keep that in mind.
You ate all the milaberries.
Mm. Well, then have Solbor bring us more.
And give him another chance
to frown disapprovingly?
The good Ranjen doesn't much care for me, does he?
You'd think he'd be pleased
to see his Kai so happy.
Are you happy, Adami?
More than I've ever been in my life.
The Prophets are smiling on us.
Hmm.
They've not only brought us together
but they've given us a great task—
the Restoration of Bajor.
Our world will be reborn, and you will be its leader.
A sacred responsibility.
Yes.
I pray that I'll have the strength to do
what the Prophets are asking of me.
I will be at your side.
We won't fail them.
But the Restoration
will not come without struggle.
There will be those
who will stand in our way.
It is not allowed to interfere
with the will of the Prophets.
Even those who claim to speak in their name.
The Emissary.
Mm. In your vision...
the Prophets said he'd faltered.
I can only hope
that he doesn't choose to oppose them.
Their love is strong...
but so is their wrath.
I hate to say it
but this is doing wonders for my back.
I doubt that is what our captors had in mind.
Probably not.
We must get back to the station
and warn Starfleet about the Breen.
You're right.
There's just a few problems.
We're on a Jem'Hadar ship
heading in the wrong direction
hanging upside down, and...
And what?
I'm think I'm getting spacesick.
Well, welcome home, Mrs. Sisko.
Well, thank you, Mr. Sisko.
Mmm.
So, how was your cargo run?
Interesting.
It seems my Bajoran crew members
have decided that serving
under the wife of the Emissary
is a little different than serving
under his girlfriend.
I've known some of those people for ten years or more
and suddenly, they're asking me for advice
about their children, their wives, their husbands
their spiritual relationship with the Prophets.
Welcome to the club.
Which reminds me...
every spring, the Emissary holds a little ceremony
to bless the women on the station who want to be mothers.
What does this have to do with me?
There's been a request made— several, in fact—
that the new wife
of the Emissary perform the ceremony this year—
this week, actually.
No.
Kasidy...
No. I've got
to draw the line somewhere.
I married you, I didn't convert.
And I'm not going to start...
acting like I suddenly believe in the Prophets.
I wouldn't want you to do anything
that you're uncomfortable with.
Good. Then it's settled.
I'm going to go take a sonic shower.
Take your time.
Dinner won't be ready for another 15 minutes.
And so...
the battle begins.
Let me try.
No. You do not have the necessary strength.
And your fingers are too fat.
Look out.
Would you just...?
Wait. I've got it!
Ow!
Quiet.
Ow!
Are you hurt?
Yes, I'm hurt.
You just cut my finger and made me hit my head!
It was an accident.
I still don't see how getting a pin out of a bunk
is going to help us escape.
If you would stop interfering
and allow me to remove the pin
I would show you.
Let me take a look at your head.
No, thank you.
The last time you touched me
things got a little out of control.
You are right about that.
I was seduced and betrayed.
Seduced? I seduced you.
At least we agree on that point.
What?
You desired a physical relationship with me
from the very start.
That much was obvious.
You have the biggest ego of any man I've ever known.
Considering how many men you have known
that is quite a statement.
Am I supposed to be embarrassed
because Jadzia had a few lovers before you?
A few?
You're right. It was more than a few.
It was dozens.
Hundreds. In fact, I don't think
there's anyone aboard DS9 who wasn't her lover.
Let me take this opportunity
to welcome you both to Cardassia Prime.
I trust you're being
well-treated so far.
I've been looking over the information
you supplied to the Breen during your interrogation
and the results are a bit confusing
as mental probes so often are.
I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sifting through the data
and clarifying certain issues for us.
You can't be serious.
I'm always serious.
You see, if you don't do as I ask
I'll have to hand you over to Legate Damar
and you know how ruthless
the Cardassians can be.
"It is my duty to inform you
"that you will be turned over to a Cardassian Tribunal
where you will be tried as war criminals."
War criminals?
What are the charges?
That is not necessary for you to know.
All you need to know
is that you will be found guilty and executed.
However, if you should decide to join us
in our search for a quick end to this miserable war
your sentence will be reduced
to life imprisonment.
If you want to end the war
why don't you convince the Founders to surrender?
You know, my dear
it would be such a shame for you to die
without the good Dr. Bashir knowing
how you felt about him.
Wait!
Ah, overconfidence—
the hallmark of the Weyouns.
Maybe the Founders should eliminate that
from your genetic recipe next time.
They'll just make another copy of him, you know.
You should have killed me.
There's only one Damar.
I will keep that in mind.
I'm sure you will.
Consider his offer, Klingon.
You die in two days.
Pick that up, and let's go.
There you are.
Who are you?
What do you mean?
I mean, who are you, Anjohl Tennan?
I want to know everything
about your family, your childhood...
It would bore you.
Not at all.
What might seem trivial to you
matters a great deal to me.
I need to know more
about this Guide the Prophets have sent me...
this simple farmer.
Mm.
This man who shares my bed.
We are of Bajor.
We await the Restoration.
I am ready.
I have met the Guide.
You need only tell me what to do.
I give myself to the Prophets in all things.
She does not understand.
She is fearful.
There is no other path.
She is the Chosen One.
She must embrace us.
I will.
I swear it.
Give me a chance, please.
Give us your allegiance, Kai Winn Adami.
Restore us to our rightful place
in the Celestial Temple.
Reject the false Prophets.
Walk our path
and embrace your own destiny.
Feel our love...
the love...
of the Pah-wraiths.
No!
What is it, Adami?
What's happened?
They... they came to me.
A vision.
Blessed be the Prophets.
No. They weren't the Prophets.
They were...
They were what?
The Pah-wraiths.
Find Solbor.
Tell him to go to the shrine
and bring me the Orb.
I must bare my soul to the Prophets
and beg their forgiveness.
Eminence, are you sure that's wise?
What do the Prophets...?
Go! Bring me the Orb!
Well, hello.
I'm glad to see you find the death
of my predecessor so amusing.
Oh, you misjudge me.
I miss him deeply.
Here. Let's drink to Weyoun 7.
When will the prisoners be executed?
When the trial is completed.
Legal protocol must be observed.
When?
The execution is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, 1400 hours.
Have they agreed to cooperate?
No.
Maybe you should talk to Worf again.
Ah! Welcome to our Command Center.
Of course. Go right ahead.
Absolutely not.
That database is classified.
What Legate Damar means to say is
that our entire database is open to you.
Feel free to examine it at your leisure.
Surely you don't mean that.
On the contrary, I'm quite sincere.
They don't need to know everything
about our military operation
in order to help us.
The decision was made by the Founder herself.
The Founder has also decided that, from now on
your military recommendations will be submitted to Thot Gor
and he will pass it on to her.
I will not!
I trust
that was simply an unguarded emotional outburst
so I will ignore it this time.
Make plans to do exactly as the Founder instructed
or you can schedule an execution for yourself as well.
Ready.
Leave me!
Oh, shut up!
You never listen.
Look who's talking.
Do you have to do that?
I do it every day at this time.
I know, but there's something morbid about it.
Morbid?
That implies that she's not coming back.
I wasn't implying anything of the kind.
One of these days, Ezri's going
to come walking through those doors again
and this drink is going to be sitting right here
waiting for her when she does.
Yeah, well
in the meantime, all you're doing
is reminding us that she's missing.
No one's forcing you to sit here.
It was the Badlands.
What?
You said something about the Badlands.
Oh. Worf.
If his escape pod hadn't drifted into the Badlands
the Defiant would have picked him up and Ezri wouldn't
have had to go looking for him.
Never thought I'd hear myself saying this
but I wish the Defiant had found that lumbering Klingon oaf.
Well, we can't do anything to change what's happened.
We just have to hope for the best.
Funny, I was just starting to...
Starting to what?
I don't know.
But there was something...
something about her, wasn't there?
Something that made me happy anyway.
She was this old soul and yet so young at heart
and... and...
I don't know what I'm saying.
Hmm.
Where is he?
He'll be here any moment.
He said there were certain
security precautions that had to be observed
before the Orb was allowed
to leave the shrine.
May I ask what you're planning?
No, you may not.
This is far beyond your ability to comprehend, Anjohl.
Come in.
The Orb of Prophecy.
Place it on the table and...
and then go.
How may I serve you?
You are not required here. Thank you.
There's nothing to fear.
Of course not. I'm the Kai.
The Prophets will make everything clear to me.
Something's wrong.
What?
There's nothing.
The Prophets show me nothing.
They won't speak to me.
They have forsaken me...
because I have been in communion with the evil one.
Adami...
I know this may be hard to hear, but...
you must listen.
I've hidden something from you.
I didn't come here by chance.
I had a vision.
The true Gods of Bajor came to me
and asked me to serve them.
The true Gods?
The Pah-wraiths.
They led me to you.
No!
They're not evil. They care about Bajor.
No!
They want to make Bajor strong.
Heretic.
Listen to me.
Get away!
Enough!
The Prophets have done nothing for you.
During the occupation, they turned their backs
and let our people suffer.
Let me go.
You've sacrificed everything for them
and how have they rewarded you?
They've appointed an alien Emissary.
They've rejected you at every turn.
Even now, they won't speak to you.
Solbor!
Shh!
Listen to me, please.
The Pah-wraiths will give you everything
you've ever dreamt of—
the power...
the adoration of the people.
In spite of your protestations of humility
that's what you really want; admit it.
Stop pretending to be something you're not.
Take what they're offering you.
Get out.
Go.
Crawl back to your Prophets.
Beg their forgiveness.
Live the rest of your life...
in Sisko's shadow!
I'll do anything you ask.
You need only give the word.
Have you nothing to say to me?
Am I so offensive to your eyes
that I don't exist for you anymore?
There must be something I can do to prove to you
that I'm still worthy of your love.
Go ahead.
This is Kai Winn.
I need to speak with you.
Would you come to my quarters?
Of course.
Colonel Kira to see you, Eminence.
Come in, my child.
Please sit down.
Thank you
for seeing me at such a late hour.
What can I do for you?
I have often sensed...
that you don't approve of how I conduct myself as Kai—
that you believe
I put my own political interests
ahead of the spiritual well-being of our people.
I wish I could disagree
with that assessment.
I have strayed from the path
the Prophets have laid down for me.
Eminence...
You don't know.
Eminence.
When you told me that the Prophets
had spoken to you
I prayed that they would open your heart
that they would change you.
Oh, I want to change.
I would... I'd do anything to earn their forgiveness
but I'm afraid it's too late.
It's never too late.
The worst of us can be redeemed.
How?
Well, I-I'm not a vedek...
but it seems to me that you have to set aside
the things that led you astray—
ambition, jealousy.
Oh, yes. I have given in to the temptations of power.
Turn away from temptation.
Yes.
Give yourself over to the Prophets.
I'll do whatever it takes
to make myself worthy in their eyes.
Everything will change once you step down as Kai.
You'll see.
Step down?
I don't understand.
Why would I do that?
Bajor needs me.
E-Eminence...
being in power
is what led you on the wrong path.
But I've resolved to change.
Don't you see?
Once I have regained the Prophets' trust
I'll be better able to serve them if I remain Kai.
If the Prophets wanted me to step down
surely they would have told me so.
They don't always use words to make their wishes known.
Sometimes they speak to us by touching our hearts
but... only you would know if they had done that.
But Bajor needs me.
Good night, Eminence.
Yeah... Oh, Damar.
Oh, there you are.
I want you to hear this.
Thot Gor had an interesting observation
regarding our forces along the Romulan border.
In his view, we have failed
to take advantage
of several weaknesses in their defenses.
Is that so?
For instance
the Romulan colony in the Unroth system
is ripe for attack.
Their long-range-sensor array is being repaired...
Septimus III has fallen.
Excuse me?
Septimus III.
An entire Cardassian Order has been wiped out— 500,000 men.
Oh, yes. A great tragedy.
You promised reinforcements.
I promised nothing of the kind.
I said the situation would be dealt with, and it was.
By leaving them to be slaughtered by the Klingons.
If you will calm down
and listen, I will explain.
The sacrifice made by the 11th Order
will not be in vain.
They forced the Klingons
to commit worthwhile, valuable troops and resources
to capture a strategically worthless planet.
I'm glad you agree.
Well, I don't.
You condemned a half a million loyal Cardassians...
If they were
truly loyal Cardassians
then they died willingly for the Dominion.
There could be no greater sacrifice.
How many more sacrifices
will my people be asked to make?
Your people, Damar?
We are all one with the Dominion—
Vorta, Cardassian, Jem'Hadar, the Breen.
We all serve the Founders, and we will all make
whatever sacrifices they deem necessary.
Thot Gor, would you mind
reiterating your plan for the Unroth system?
I seem to have lost my train of thought.
Yes, I know.
It's become increasingly difficult to get
a full day's work out of him.
The Dax symbiont has lived for over 300 years
experienced eight lifetimes
and now it's all going to end
with an execution on Cardassia.
Ezri Tigan's contribution to the Dax legacy
will be to end it.
There is no honor in self-pity.
You know, Worf, I have had just about enough
of your little Klingon aphorisms.
The only reason I came on this mission
was to save your miserable life.
So the least you could do
is stop acting like such a self-righteous targ.
Your motives for rescuing me are not honorable.
Do you really think that I would disobey orders and risk my life
so that I could seduce you?
I hate to burst your bubble, Worf, but it wasn't that good.
Always the barb.
Always the joke.
There was a time when you found my sense of humor
to be one of my more endearing qualities.
That was Jadzia, not you.
Are you angry at me for something that I did
or because I'm not Jadzia?
Let's cut right to the heart of the matter.
Do you love me?
Me, Ezri?
You are trying to turn this around and make it about me.
Answer the question.
Do you love me?
I have made my feelings clear
back on Goralis III.
What is it, Worf?
Could it be that you're feeling...
just a little guilty because you don't have
the same feelings for me that you did for Jadzia?
If that's true...
then maybe we both made a mistake back on Goralis.
So maybe we both should be forgiven.
This night would be better spent
preparing ourselves for the next life
instead of rehashing the mistakes of this one.
You are right.
What?
I said you are right.
I do not love you as I loved Jadzia.
There's no crime in that.
Oh, I dishonored myself.
I know how often I use that word
maybe too often, but in this case
it is appropriate.
Go on.
From the first moment you came on the station
I knew you were not Jadzia
and yet... I knew there was a part of Jadzia
still alive within you.
On Goralis...
I... allowed myself to see her
instead of you.
I felt the same way.
Part of me...
the part that was your wife...
wanted very much to be close to you.
I realize Jadzia saw physical love
differently than I do.
To her, it could mean many things
but to me, it was a deeply spiritual act.
When I made love to you...
my motives were not spiritual.
It was an unworthy impulse.
Worf, we're not Gods or Prophets.
We're people.
We make mistakes.
There is one other thing I want you to know.
I honestly didn't realize how I felt about Julian.
I would've never hidden something like that
from you.
I believe you...
and I do not hold any malice toward you or Dr. Bashir.
That's good to know.
Friends?
And more.
It appears all we have left to do is
to be executed.
Sounds like a lazy day to me.
It's time.
There's a Cardassian patrol ship sitting
in Launch Bay 3-A, two levels above us.
Its computers have all the necessary information
to get you past our security checkpoints.
Why are you doing this?
I want you to give a message to the Federation.
Tell them they have an ally on Cardassia.
Why should we trust you?
You can either trust me...
or you can stay here and be executed.
I vote for option one.
Escaped?
How could this have happened?
You're the one that put the Jem'Hadar
in charge of the detention area.
Thank you for reminding me.
No, I assure you
this is not typical of our security procedures.
The Founder...
she wishes to see me.
She has to be told about this.
Oh, I'm sure she'll understand
but, if she doesn't...
I look forward to meeting Weyoun 9.
Eminence...
Anjohl is here.
He claims you called for him.
Show him in.
As you wish.
I remember when I first saw the gate
of the Celestial Temple.
I was on the Promenade.
When it burst into view, this...
whirlpool of color and light
the people all around me were in awe.
They said they could feel the love
of the Prophets washing over them.
Do you know what I felt, Anjohl?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing...
but I smiled and pretended
I did, because it was expected of me.
I've never admitted that to anyone.
I can understand why.
They've never spoken to me...
never offered me guidance...
never trusted me with the fruits of their wisdom
and now, I'm supposed to step down as Kai
in order to be blessed by them.
No.
I have worked too hard, waited too long
to give it all up now.
You shouldn't have to.
Merciful Gods don't ask their children
to make such sacrifices.
The Prophets have turned
their backs on me— after all I've done for them
all the pain I've endured for them.
They're not worthy of you, Adami.
I'm a patient woman...
but I have run out of patience.
I will no longer serve Gods who give me nothing in return.
I'm ready to walk the path
the Pah-wraiths have laid out for me.
I'll walk with you...
and no one...
will be able to stand against us.
Those who dare to try—
the Federation and its Vedek puppets
the false Gods and their precious Emissary—
they'll all be swept aside
like dead leaves before an angry wind.
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