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Morn, if you're not too busy

I'd appreciate it
if you did something

about that shipment
of Livanian beets

you have sitting in Cargo Bay 3.

It's been there
for over two weeks.

It's starting to rot.

Morn!

QUARK:
It's a hologram.

Morn's been away on business
for the last two weeks.

You're slipping, Odo.

You should've caught on
a lot sooner.

You replaced Morn
with a hologram?

Why?

Evening.

Hello, Morn.

QUARK:
That's why.

People love him.

He's like a mascot.

Everyone who comes in here
expects to see him

and if they don't, it doesn't
feel like home to them.

And that's not good
for business.

The last time he went away

my sales dropped
almost five percent.

Oh.

Why doesn't it talk?

Do you have any idea

how much an interactive
holo-projector costs?

Besides, it's a relief not
to have to listen to him go on.

You know Morn--

he never shuts up.

I'd trade this
for the real thing any day.

I'm sure Morn
would be very touched

to hear you say that.

( gasping ):
Morn!

No, it's just
a hologram.

You look like you saw a ghost.

Turn it off.

Why?

We just got word.

Morn's cargo ship
was caught in an ion storm.

Is he all right?

Was he rescued?

He's dead.

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Did you bring anything?

Hmm?

To the memorial service?

I didn't know
I was supposed to.

Well, it's a Lurian custom

to bring gifts of food
and drink for the deceased

so they have something to
sustain them in the afterlife.

Oh. Well, maybe I can get
something in Quark's.

I hate to think of the
big fella going without.

Morn was an excellent
sparring partner.

I will miss our weekly
combat in the holosuites.

I can't believe
he's really gone.

I did not realize he
was such a close friend.

Well, I used to have
a little crush on him.

Morn?

Well, it was before we met.

Besides,
he wasn't interested.

What do you mean
he wasn't interested?

Oh, forget I mentioned it.

Is that a bottle opener?

Hmm. For Morn.

I thought it might
come in handy.

Very thoughtful.

( chuckles )

This is unbelievable.

Look at all these people.

If you see anyone empty-handed

sell them a bottle
of Yridian ale.

Tell them it was
Morn's favorite.

Very kind of you
to do this, Quark.

I'm sure Morn
would've appreciated it.

It's the least I could do.

I'll miss him.

Sorry.

Can I get you anything?

I don't ordinarily imbibe
on the job, but...

maybe a Yridian ale.

It was Morn's
favorite.

Oh.

Well, perfect.

What are you looking at?

Your respect for the dead
is heartwarming.

I'll have you know

Morn died without paying
this month's bar tab.

Oh, how inconsiderate of him.

We're talking
about a lot of money.

The man had quite
an appetite.

You know he had
two stomachs to fill.

Ever watch him eat?

It was a beautiful thing.

Well, sometimes you don't truly
appreciate what you have

until it's gone.

It's nice to know you're
so worried about my welfare.

You should be worried, too.

Now that your mascot's gone,
business will suffer.

We'll see.

You might be surprised.

Jadzia.

Can we please drop this?

QUARK:
Everyone, thank you all

for coming.

It means a great deal to me

to see so many people cared
about Morn as much as I did.

I'll never forget
the first time he walked in here

and sat down
on that very stool.

It must've been...

almost ten years ago.

He still had his hair then.

I thought he was just

another customer
passing through.

Little did I know...

he'd become such
an important figure

in my life...

in all our lives.

Morn was always
someone we could count on

for a cheerful smile...

and an entertaining story.

Some of you might be thinking

this place won't be the same
without him.

And it won't.

But this was his home.

And wherever he is,
I'm sure he'd want to know

that his favorite bar
still echoed

with the laughter
of his dear friends.

This was his chair.

And I think
the greatest tribute

we could ever pay him

would be to make sure
that it is never empty.

Keep it warm...

for Morn.

Every now and then

Quark really
surprises me.

Me, too.

Excuse me, Quark.

Not now.

I'm sorry to intrude

but I thought
you should know.

I unsealed Morn's will.

He left everything to you.

Me?

He left everything to me?

That's right.

Morn...

dear

sweet Morn.

Oh...

The poor fool actually believed
you cared about him.

I did.

I was up for hours last
night thinking about him.

Calculating his net worth,
no doubt.

We spent a lot
of time together, Odo.

We were obviously a lot closer
than I ever realized.

His financial records.

Is this some kind of joke?

What do you mean?

According to this,
he was broke.

( sarcastically ):
No.

How can that be?

He paid his bar bill
at the end of every month.

That kind of money must have
come from somewhere.

Well, he did have
his shipping business.

Maybe all his assets
are tied up in inventory.

Of course.

Inventory.

I'll unload everything

and use the profits to...

Ooh, what's that smell?

Your inheritance.

Livanian beets.

Very ripe.

What's in the rest
of these?

More beets.

That's it?

That's all he had?

I'm afraid so.

( gasps )

Except for the contents
of his quarters.

Maybe he spent
all his money

on furnishings
and works of art.

Objets d'art.

Of course.

Objets d'art.

Of course.

I'll hold an auction.

People will pay
a premium

to own something
that used to be Morn's.

Are you sure these
are the right quarters?

I'm sure.

Figures.

What's that?

That, I believe

is a matador.

No.

That.

ODO:
That's Morn's bed.

Morn slept in...

mud?

Hmm.

I'm told it's excellent
for the skin.

Thanks, Morn.

Just what I always wanted.

( woman gasping )

What are you doing in my mud?

Oh, I... I couldn't resist.

Morny and I had
so many happy times here,

I just... I had to slip in.

I'm sorry if I startled you.

I heard you

coming in
and I thought I'd better hide.

Who are you?

Um...

Larell.

Morn's wife.

Well, ex-wife.

Morn was married?

To you?

For two wonderful years.

You must be Quark.

Morny and I
kept in touch

after we were separated.

He talked about you

all the time.

That's nice.

He told me that
if anything ever
happened to him

he wanted you to have everything
that was ever his.

Everything?

Everything.

Well, I'm glad you came by

because Morny didn't leave
me much of anything else.

Why, I find that
hard to believe.

( laughs )

I'm as disappointed as you are.

I happen to know

that he had quite
a substantial retirement fund

one that could make two people
very comfortable.

If you're partial to mud

it's comfortable

all right.

I'm talking
about the thousand bricks

of gold-pressed latinum

that he won in the
Lissepian Lottery.

A thousand bricks?

Mm-hmm.

Now that he's gone

it's all ours.

( vacuum slurping )

( sighs )

What are you doing?

What do you think?

I'm looking
for the latinum.

You must know
where he kept it.

I didn't even
know it existed

until you told me.

Well, I'm sure it's somewhere
on the station.

How do we know he didn't
spend it already?

I told you,
it was for his retirement.

Poor Morn.

He never got a chance
to enjoy it.

But that doesn't mean
we can't.

I know what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Just so we're clear...

the latinum's mine.

He may have left
everything to you

but I was his wife.

I could contest the will

and tie you up
in court for years.

Maybe.

But there's no reason
it has to come to that.

After all,
a thousand bricks is plenty

for both of us.

It is a lot of money.

( laughing )

And as soon as we find it

we'll take a nice
long vacation together.

Morn would have
wanted it that way.

Of course, he would have.

The latinum's not
on the station.

I looked everywhere.

Evade.

I even had
my brother scan for it

with the internal sensors.

Well, at least you have
the painting.

Oh, forget the painting.

I want that latinum.

If you think it'll
make you happy.

Confront.

Believe me, it will.

This is the break
I've been waiting for

and it's been a long time
in coming.

I want Morn's money.

I need Morn's money.

I deserve Morn's money.

Your move.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And the way it picks up
the light.

I wonder who came up
with the idea

of suspending liquid latinum

inside worthless bits
of gold?

Probably someone who got
tired of making change

with an eyedropper.

Are you going
to play or not?

Where do you think
Morn put it all?

If you find it, are you really

going to share it
with this woman?

I agreed to pay her ten percent

so she wouldn't tie me up
in court.

That's 100 bricks.

What could I do?

Retreat.

I don't know, but
there's something

I don't like about
this whole thing.

I don't trust
this woman.

Neither do I

but... that doesn't mean

I'm going to keep her away
from my lobes.

Just keep your eyes open.

Don't be fooled
by a pretty face.

Not me.

Of course not.

Acquire.

( sighs )

( laughing )

Oh...

What a pleasant surprise.

Computer, lights.

Tell me...

you like surprises, Quark?

Only pleasant ones.

I like to think
I'm pleasant.

You think I'm pleasant?

Absolutely.

Then I guess this qualifies
as a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing

in my quarters?

Waiting for you.

My brother and I

were business associates
of Morn's.

If you've come for
the memorial service

it was yesterday.

Really? Was it nice?

It was lovely.

I understand
you inherited

Morn's estate.

That's right.

We're business associates
of Morn's.

Your brother mentioned that.

He... borrowed some money
from us

and we'd like the estate
to repay the loan.

Uh-huh.

How much money
are we talking about?

Oh...

1,000 bricks

of gold-pressed
latinum.

I had a feeling
you were going to say that.

( chuckling )

I need to see
documentation

regarding this loan.

We shook hands.

We trusted Morn.

And I'm sure

he'd want you...

to honor his word.

( chuckles )

I'm sure he would

but you have to understand

Morn's assets are all tied up
in various enterprises.

I hope you're not saying
you don't have the money.

That wouldn't be good.

Uh... all I meant was

it'll take me a little
while to get it.

So you do know

where it is.

Of course.

You're not
the first creditors

to make a claim
against his estate.

We're not?

Morn was expanding
his business interests

when he died.

His resources were stretched
somewhat thin.

As a result,
the claims against the estate

are greater than the assets.

Obviously, you can't expect
full repayment.

What can we expect?

A percentage.

What sort of percentage?

Twenty.
We can't accept

less than 80.

I'll make it 30

and I'll throw in a shipment
of Livanian beets.

I don't like beets.

We'll take 70.

Forty.

And because I can see
you both have fine taste

I'm willing to
part with this.

One of Morn's most
treasured possessions.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Very nice.

We can't take
less than 60.

40's the best I can do.

Fifty.
Sorry.

50, it is.

I'm glad

we could come to
an understanding.

Me, too.

( laughs )

We'll be watching you,
Quark.

Don't try anything.

Me?

Don't be ridiculous.

( laughing )

What do we have here?

Computer, what is this?

A claim slip
for Storage Locker 137

located
in the Station Assay Office.

A storage locker!

Thank you, computer.

You've been very helpful.

( yelling )

Morn, wherever you are,
I love you!

What do you mean I have
to open it in here?

Regulations--
the contents

of a deceased person's
storage locker

have to be inspected
by station security.

There's no
such regulation.

You just want to know
what's inside.

You are so transparent.

I can't wait
to see your face

when your deputies

wheel in my thousand
bricks of latinum.

( chuckling )

Ah, here we are.

Thank you.

That can't be it.

Storage Locker 137.

Well... sometimes

good things come
in small packages.

Hmm...

will that be enough
to cover Morn's bar tab?

It's covered.

There's more where
this came from.

What makes you say that?

Take a look.

On the bottom.

Recognize Morn's
handwriting?

"The rest is
in the Bank of Bolias."

Account number C-J-5-74-36.

Hmph.

This wasn't in Morn's
financial record.

Who cares?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to contact the bank

and let them know
Morn's legal heir

would like his latinum delivered
as soon as possible.

Larell...

I've been looking
all over for you.

I'm a busy man.

Not too busy to look
for a certain something, I hope.

Actually

I haven't had much
luck with that.

Sounds like you need
a little motivation.

Oh...

I'm motivated,
believe me.

It's just that
it's going to take

some time to locate,
that's all.

Mm-hmm.

Um... I have an idea.

Why don't you go back to
wherever you come from

and I'll contact you
as soon as I find it?

I think I'd rather
wait here... with you.

Oh...

this is not a good
time for oo-mox.

Why? Don't you like it?

Uh, it's not that.

It's just that...

the sooner I find that
certain something...

Mmm...

the sooner we can take
our little trip together.

Mm, you're so diligent.

Most men don't know how
to defer gratification.

You don't make it easy.

Mm.

Good morning.

( drumming on doors )

Level 17.

( sighs )

You're good.

But... I'm the only one

the bank's going
to give the money to.

Yeah.

C-J-5-74-36.

C-J-5-74... uh...

This is my stop.

What's your hurry?

My brother has something
he wants to say to you.

I'm sorry.

About the painting.

He feels terrible.

No hard feelings.

That's nice of you to
be so forgiving, Quark.

Don't mention it.

My brother has
a nasty temper.

I get upset.

It comes out

when things don't
go our way.

I noticed.

That's why I'm hoping

things start to
go our way soon.

Do you understand what
I'm saying, Quark?

I think I do, yes.

I don't like to get upset.

Don't worry.

Things are going to go
your way soon.

That's good to hear.

I'll keep in touch.

I really am sorry
about the painting.

C-J-5-74-36.
C-J-5-74-36.

Bank of Bolias.

Making a
withdrawal, Quark?

Let me guess.

A thousand bricks
of gold-pressed latinum.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn around.

All right,
how much do you want?

And don't ask
for the full 1,000 bricks.

I already gave away
more than half of it.

Attempted bribery.

That should add
a few years

to your sentence.

What are you talking about?

Let's go.

Go?

Wait, who are you?

Lurian Security.

I have a signed extradition
order for your arrest.

Oh.

As soon as
your station's

security chief approves it...

we'll be on our way.

What did I do?
What's the charge?

Conspiracy
to intercept

government property.

Government property?

1,000 bricks
of gold-pressed latinum.

Wait a minute.

Morn won that latinum
in the Lissepian Lottery.

He didn't?

It was his bequest

from the Royal Family of Luria.

Oh...

Why would the Royal Family
of Luria

give Morn that kind of money?

He was the crown prince.

Morn was a prince?

You didn't know?

Morn was a prince?

That's what I'm saying.

Morn was a prince.

Yes.

But he renounced the throne
when he came of age.

Well, I always knew
he was an idiot.

His family bequeathed
him the latinum

when he abdicated.

But now that
he's deceased

it's legally
theirs again.

Uh-uh.

He left it to me.

That will has already
been nullified.

He signed an agreement
to return the latinum

in the event of his death.

Oh.

( sighs )

Do me a favor.

Don't tell his ex-wife.

I'm going to need
a little oo-mox later.

His ex-wife?

Larell.

She's here?

Mm-hmm. I just saw her.

Is something wrong?

Quiet!

Let me think.

Listen and listen
carefully.

Larell has been trying

to get her hands on the prince's
latinum for years.

She's tried blackmail,
extortion.

I wouldn't be surprised
if she was behind his death.

She's always been nice to me.

The Royal Family

would like nothing better
than to see her behind bars.

If you help me apprehend her

there'll be
a substantial reward.

What do I have to do?

When are you going
to see her again?

She'll turn up sooner or later.

If not her,
then those two brothers.

Brothers?

They said they were

Morn's
business partners.

They claimed
he owed them money.

Something tells me

they were not
exactly aboveboard.

Whoever these
brothers are

I promise you,
I won't let them get

between the Royal Family
and its latinum.

And I won't let anything get
between me and my reward.

Do we have an
understanding?

Uh-huh.

If I'm going to put
these people away

I have to catch them

trying to get their
hands on the latinum.

Call the bank.

Tell them to
deliver it here.

Then what?

You stay out of sight and
leave the rest to me.

What are you up to?

Trying to fix
this optronic relay.

Wouldn't you be better
off working in a lab?

I'm keeping
Morn's chair warm.

Ah.

Good man.

Where's Quark?

I'm in the mood

for one of his famous
Til'amin froths.

You'll have to settle
for something else.

He's in the back

and from what Broik says,
he's not coming out.

Sounds like he's taking
Morn's death pretty hard.

Uh-huh.
He loved the guy.

Well, I better
go test this.

I'll take over.

Oh, good man.

Anybody here?

What a surprise.

You got to help me, Quark.

Someone's following me.

Who?

Uh, two men.

Brothers?

Well, how should I know?

( door chimes )

That could be them.

Don't answer it.

Believe me,
I'm not planning to.

( lock beeping )

Sounds like they're trying
to bypass the lock.

Come on.

Computer,
dim the lights.

( beeping )

Remind me to invest
in a better lock.

( door opening )

QUARK:
Gentlemen.

Quark, we've
been looking

all over for you.

The latinum's on it's way.

It'll be here tomorrow.

That's good news.

We were getting
worried.

( door chimes )

Expecting anyone?

You never know
who's going to drop by.

Don't answer it.

( lock beeping )

Sounds like they're
coming in anyway.

You should invest
in a better lock.

Whoever it is,
get rid of them.

We'll be
over there.

Um...

you'd be more
comfortable in there.

We'll be back there.

Why didn't you
answer the door?

Oh, I dozed off.

It's been one of those days.

We need to talk.

What would we need
to talk about?

Are you all right?

What makes you ask that?

Well, you keep
craning your neck.

Well, look what
we have here.

I bet the Royal Family
sleeps soundly

knowing you're on the job.

Royal Family?

( laughing )

What kind
of lies

you been telling
him, Hain?

The usual.

You know each other.

It's been a long time.

Nine years.

You know, it must be
nine years.

I see you're still
a step behind everybody else.

Leave him alone, Hain.

Hey, it's Larell.

I can see that.

What's going on here?

We're, uh, having
a little reunion.

We used to work together...

with Morn.

I guess that means

he wasn't a prince
after all.

No.

And you're not
a security agent.

( laughter )

And you're not
really his ex-wife.

Please...
please don't tell me

Morn didn't have
any latinum.

Oh, he had latinum,
all right.

At least that part
is true.

Ever hear

of the Lissepian
Mother's Day Heist?

Who hasn't?

While the entire world
was celebrating

someone broke
into the Central Bank

and made off with...

1,000 bricks

of gold-pressed latinum.

Wait a minute.

You expect me to believe

that the four of you
pulled that off?

There was five of us.

Morn helped.

Yes, but then he ran
off with the latinum.

Why did you take

so long to come after him?

Because we knew he'd
stashed it away somewhere

to wait for the statute
of limitations to expire.

And it did, two weeks ago.

You see, we can't be
prosecuted anymore.

So here we are.

The latinum's en route.

Maybe we should just

split it up

and go our separate ways.

The voice of reason.

Not you...

us.

Krit's right.

We don't need
him anymore.

So what do we do with him?

KRIT:
It should look
like an accident.

We don't want anyone
asking questions.

Wait a minute.

You can't kill me.

I'm the only one who can take
delivery of the latinum.

You need my thumbprint.

If you stand still,
this won't hurt as much.

( screaming )

HAIN:
Ah, ah, ah, wait a minute.

What do you propose, Nahsk?

That we walk
into the Cargo Bay

with his bloody thumb

and ask for the latinum?

We need him.

The only question is

what happens
after he takes delivery?

We could split the latinum...
five ways.

That is what you would have
gotten if Morn was still alive.

That's true.

Think of me as Morn.

I can't believe
I just said that.

This isn't fair.

We stole it.

He had nothing
to do with it.

Maybe not, but the bottom line
is you need me.

A thousand bricks of latinum
split five ways...

what do you think?

It's still a lot
of latinum.

That's 250 bricks

each.

So do we have

a deal?

All right.

Okay.

The Bolian transport
arrives tomorrow at 1600.

We'll meet at the cargo bay.

We're staying together
until it gets here.

We are?

I don't trust you

and I certainly
don't trust them.

I see your point.

But I have a bar to run.

All right.

To your hospitality.

Don't mention it.

So this was Morn's
favorite place?

He used to sit right there.

Well, that's not very smart--

sitting with your back
to the door.

He was the trusting type.

Which one of you
killed him anyway?

It wasn't us.

Me neither.

Don't look at me.

Then it really was
an accident.

( chuckling )

Poor Morny.

He always had
such bad luck.

Get rid of him.

We're closed.

At this hour?

Friends of Morn.

We're... commiserating.

I see.

And how long are
you going to be closed?

Oh, until about 1600 hours

tomorrow.

We have a lot
to commiserate about.

I see.

Where were we?

There it is.

Right on time.

Uh...

I believe
that's for me.

Open it.

( gasps )

Oh...

I'll count it.

Oh...

All right.

Somebody else count it.

Put it down, Hain.
My brother may be slow

but if you pull
that trigger

he'll kill you.

I'm not slow.

Nahsk...

what are you doing?

We're family.

Just put the gun

down.

( weapons fire continues )

Go ahead.

Kill each other.

Oh...

( gasps )

ODO:
Security. Drop your weapons.

Huh?

( weapons fire continues )

ODO:
This is your last warning.

I said drop them.

( weapon clatters to ground )

LARELL:
I surrender.

Take her
to a holding cell.

Get the rest of them
to the Infirmary.

Ah, there you are.

Are they gone?

From now on,
you'll be commiserating alone.

All your "friends"
are going to prison.

For how long?

Assault with intent to kill?

Long enough.

Then it's mine.

All mine.

What you are about to hear

is the most beautiful sound
in the galaxy.

Oh, that can't be.

There's no latinum
in these bricks.

What?

Someone's extracted
all the latinum!

There's nothing here
but worthless gold.

And it's all yours.

( chuckling )

No.

No! No!

( grunting )

Quark? Quark?

What?

What do you want?

There's someone here
to see you.

I thought you said
they were all going to prison.

You'd better sit down.

Morn?

Alive and well.

Apparently, he faked
his own death

but I'll let him
tell you all about it.

Well?

No.

I don't want to hear it.

Not one word.

You set me up.

You left the latinum to me
because you knew I would do

whatever it would take
to get my hands on it.

You figured I could
keep the four of them

off-balance long enough for them
to turn on themselves.

This whole thing was a scam

to get them off your back,
wasn't it?

I could have been killed,
you know.

And I thought
we were friends.

I have to admit...

I didn't suspect
for a minute.

Tell you the truth

I didn't think
you had it in you

to pull off
something like this.

I just have one question
for you.

What happened to the latinum?

( gurgling burp )

Of course.

Your second stomach.

You've been keeping it
in your second stomach

all these years?

That's a lot of latinum.

No wonder your hair fell out.

For me?

That must be

100 bricks worth.

I don't know what to say.

Thanks.

Not that I didn't earn it
after all you put me through.

If you ever want to set
me up again, feel free.

You know...

you and I should consider
doing business together.

Two enterprising
gentlemen like us

could do all right
for ourselves.

Take that gold dust
of yours...

it doesn't have to be
a total loss.

I hear there's
some primitive cultures

who consider it
quite valuable.

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