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Ah.

Tarkalean tea again, Doctor?

Yes, and you're drinking Rokassa juice aren't you, Garak?

How did you know?

The odor is unmistakable.

So it is.

Rokassa juice soothes my nerves.

I had a very demanding customer today --

a Bajoran engineer who comes to the shop constantly

just to plague me.

You know, I've always wondered about that --

about who your steady customers really are.

I can't imagine Bajorans frequenting a shop

run by a Cardassian.

I like to think that my expertise

and willingness to serve

overcome any general resentment

any of my clientele may have.

Ah... and perhaps your expertise

and willingness to serve

go so far as to establish a certain... trust

between you and your customers?

Trust is very important.

And once they trust you

they're much more open with you

and they tell you things.

Really, Doctor, must we always play this game?

I'm no more a spy than you are...

A doctor.

I'm afraid you really do allow your imagination

to run away with you.

What else can I say to finally convince you

that I'm just...

Plain, simple Garak?

Precisely.

Now, there's something you don't see every day.

There's a table.

Have a seat.

I'll get us all some refreshment.

Well, that was odd.

- Do you know him? - On the contrary.

I've never seen him before in my life.

I hope I'm not intruding,

but I couldn't help noticing what a...

what a handsome young man you have here.

I'm sorry I'm late.

The damnedest thing just happened.

- Garak the tailor was attacked. - Attacked where?

At the Replimat.

He was bitten on the hand.

Another unsatisfied customer?

He always cuts the pants too long.

Actually, it was a boy --

a Cardassian boy.

I wasn't aware we had any Cardassian children on the station.

We don't.

He's just arrived on a Bajoran transport

with an adult Bajoran who says he's his father.

The boy was probably

one of the orphans left behind when the Cardassians pulled out.

We had no choice but to take care of them.

You have an incoming subspace transmission

from Cardassia, Commander.

It's Gul Dukat.

In my office.

Commander, it's been brought to my attention

that the sole Cardassian living on your station

has been assaulted.

I'm surprised how quickly the news reached you, Dukat.

I only heard about it myself a minute ago.

Well, is it true he was attacked

by a Cardassian boy brought to the station by a Bajoran?

A Cardassian boy appears to be involved, yes.

Exactly as I feared.

Exactly as I've been warning my colleagues.

Warning them?

Cardassian war orphans, Commander.

Abandoned when we left Bajor.

It's a disgrace,

and obviously, these children are being raised

to hate their own kind.

This incident is proof.

You're assuming a lot from one incident.

Am I?

Then why would this boy attack poor Garak?

An amiable fellow, if ever there was one.

If you'd like, I'll try to find out.

That would be most appreciated, Commander.

I need to find out everything I can about this boy

so that I can use his story in my fight to bring these orphans

back to their homeland.

This is a tragedy

that all of Cardassia is going to have to address.

We didn't come here to cause trouble.

Has this Garak filed a complaint?

No, but the Cardassian officials

asked that we look into the incident.

I wish they'd shown as much concern

as when they left my boy and dozens like him

to fend for themselves.

How did you come to adopt him?

My wife and I felt that Rugal shouldn't suffer

for crimes committed by others.

But why would he attack another Cardassian?

That Cardassian should have minded his own business.

Garak was only trying to be friendly.

The boy seemed terrified of him on sight.

The Cardassians are suggesting that the Bajorans

are raising these orphans to hate their own people.

To hate Cardassians?

It shouldn't be too hard, should it?

We told him the truth, Commander.

The truth

about what Cardassia did to Bajor.

He needed to know.

And for that, I make no apologies.

To us... he isn't even one of them anymore.

He isn't Cardassian.

He's Bajoran.

And we love him

just as if he was our own flesh and blood.

All right, here we go.

Here we go.

Come on now, baby, come on.

Dabo!

There's nothing quite so depressing as a winning streak

that won't stop streaking.

Dabo!

Oh...

It would appear as if you have this game all figured out.

Dabo!

Dabo is a passion of mine.

I remember you. You're Doctor...

- Bashir. - Bashir, yes.

How's the Cardassian?

Still has all his fingers, I presume.

Yes... luckily there were no broken bones.

I've never seen a boy take a bite out of a man's hand like that.

He's a strange boy, Rugal.

Do you know the family well?

- Dabo! - Do you?

Look, this is really none of my business.

Well, you were a witness.

I just want to get my facts right for the medical report.

I'd really rather you asked someone else.

Frankly, I don't understand your attitude.

All I asked was if you know them well.

Well enough.

I heard the father was looking for a new job

several months ago, and I offered to help.

I visited them on Bajor several times.

Did you find anything troubling?

It must be torture for that boy living like that.

Hated by people he thinks of as his parents.

Told day after day, he's worthless Cardassian scum.

Beaten if he even looks the wrong way.

Rugal is their revenge --

their revenge against all Cardassians.

It is not true. It is not true!

Rugal will tell you. We have not mistreated him.

Is this some Cardassian...

There will be ample opportunity

to go over the matter in detail

but during the investigation, we'd like for Rugal

to stay with our schoolteacher, Mrs. O'Brien.

She's expecting him now.

What if I refuse?

Then I'll have to call security

and have them remove him from your quarters.

I don't think either of us wants that.

Why?

It will be all right.

I didn't do anything wrong!

I know, I know.

It will be all right.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Nobody's accusing you of a crime, Rugal.

You're not being arrested.

My name is Commander Sisko.

I believe you already know Dr. Bashir.

Hello, Rugal.

I'm sure all of this

will be straightened out in a day or two.

If you want to visit with your father tomorrow, you can.

Go on, Rugal.

We'll talk tomorrow.

They won't hurt you.

They're humans.

They're not Cardassians.

Actually, something good did come out of all of this, Garak.

- Oh? - If it hadn't happened,

we'd never have discovered Rugal's situation.

And a bite on the hand is certainly

worth saving a boy's life, wouldn't you say?

I suppose it depends on whose hand.

Just joking, Doctor.

Perhaps it might even help Gul Dukat

in his efforts to resolve the entire war orphan predicament.

I beg your pardon?

Gul Dukat.

He called Commander Sisko right after this happened.

Apparently, he was quite concerned with your well-being.

You never mentioned you were friends.

You said Dukat is doing something about war orphans?

He wants to bring them all home from Bajor.

Does he?

Am I missing something?

Tell me, Doctor...

is there a single trait you would ascribe

to me and my fellow Cardassians?

Would it not be our attention to detail?

Do you think we simply forgot

about those poor little orphans when we left Bajor?

Do you think they simply slipped from our minds?

And who would you guess

was in charge of the Cardassian withdrawal from Bajor?

I don't know how to thank you.

Don't thank me too quickly, Dukat.

The boy could be returned to his adoptive parents.

After the accusations this businessman has made...

That's all it is for the moment, an accusation.

We would not take kindly

to the boy being returned to the Bajorans.

However, I have complete confidence

in your ability to be thorough, Commander.

And if there's anything I can do...

As a matter of fact, there is.

If it is decided the boy is to be returned to Cardassia,

to whom would we return him?

It might help to find out if he still has any living relatives.

I was going to suggest

that you forward us a sample of the boy's DNA

and we'll run it through our data banks immediately.

We'll send it right away.

Excuse me, Gul Dukat.

I have a question.

Doctor... Bashir, isn't it?

Yes. Isn't it true

that you were in charge of the evacuation of Bajor?

Yes, I was.

Then it would have been your responsibility to ensure

that these orphans were, in fact, part of that evacuation,

yet you chose to leave them behind.

Why?

I did not choose to leave them behind, Doctor.

I was ordered to leave them behind.

Ordered. By whom?

By the civilian leaders...

Excuse me...

but, if I understand the Cardassian political system correctly

civilian leaders have no direct authority over military officers.

Who's been tutoring you

in Cardassian social studies, Doctor?

Your old friend, Garak.

Well, then perhaps you should remind my old friend Garak

the withdrawal of Bajor was a decision

made by the civilian leaders -- one which I clearly opposed.

And yes, they made the decision to leave the orphans behind,

a decision I've regretted ever since.

Thank you for your concern, Doctor.

Good day, Commander.

He's lying.

Is that an opinion, or do you have evidence to support it?

- I have Garak. - Garak?

He seems to think there's more going on here than we realize.

What exactly does he think is going on?

I'm not sure.

He doesn't actually tell me what he really thinks.

I sort of have to deduce it.

Ah, so, you deduced that Garak thinks Dukat is lying

about something you're not sure of

and you proceeded to interrupt my conversation to confront him

about whatever that might be.

I'm sorry, Commander.

It just seemed an opportune...

Don't apologize.

It's been the high point of my day.

Don't do it again.

Why would Garak

want to undermine Gul Dukat?

I'm not really sure.

I don't think he likes Gul Dukat very much.

I'd like to ask Garak about this myself.

Have him in my office at 2100 hours.

Yes, sir.

- Hi. - Hi.

Here, let me.

Oh, thanks.

Good idea.

What?

Well, three settings.

I assume you sent Molly over to stay with the Fredericks.

She's asleep.

She and Rugal played all afternoon.

He wore her out.

You let them play together?

Why not?

The boy almost bit somebody's hand off.

I was with them all afternoon.

He's not like that.

He's really very gentle.

"Gentle" was bred out of these Cardassians a long time ago.

You know...

that was a very ugly thing you just said.

I only said...

I don't need to hear it twice.

Rugal, dinner's ready.

I hope you like it...

Keiko...

darling, what is it?

I found some Cardassian recipes

in the memory bank of our food replicator.

It's a stew

made with Cardassian zabo meat.

I thought Rugal might enjoy

a dish that's popular on his own world.

Can't sleep?

What are they going to do with me?

Oh, I'm not sure.

You might have something to say about that, you know.

You should be telling Commander Sisko what you want.

I want to go home.

Well, he'll understand that.

You're a Cardassian

and they should have taken you home when they left.

No, I mean home.

To Bajor.

It must be tough for you.

You know, living on Bajor?

Why?

Being Cardassian.

That's not my fault!

I was born that way.

That's not what I meant.

There's nothing wrong with being a Cardassian.

Yes, there is.

Who taught you that?

It's the truth. Everybody knows it.

How do your parents feel about Cardassians?

They hate them.

Why would you want to live with someone who hates you?

They hate other Cardassians, not me.

My parents have never done anything wrong to me.

Oh, come on, even I got my bottom

whacked by my dad once or twice.

Not me.

My parents follow the teachings of the Prophets.

What do you think of Cardassians?

Me?

Well, I... I can't say, really.

Why not?

Well, you can't judge a whole race of people.

You can't hate all Cardassians or all Klingons

or all humans.

I've met some Cardassians I didn't like.

And I've met some I did.

Like you.

Do you know how many Bajorans the Cardassians murdered

during the occupation?

Over ten million.

We had a test on it in school.

I wish I wasn't Cardassian.

Come, Doctor, get dressed.

We need to be going.

Going?

Going where?

To Bajor.

I assume this couldn't wait until morning?

No, sir,

I... I need to use a runabout.

I'm waiting.

It's Garak, sir.

He wants to go to Bajor.

Bajor? For what?

He wouldn't tell me.

Well, by all means.

Will one runabout be enough?

Ops to Sisko.

Go ahead.

Commander, there's an urgent communication for you

from Gul Dukat.

I'm sorry to disturb you at such a late hour, Commander

but thanks to the DNA gene type you sent us

we've discovered the boy is actually the son

of one of our most prominent politicians -- Kotran Pa'Dar.

When was Pa'Dar on Bajor?

Over eight years ago.

He was Exarch for a Cardassian settlement there

and the boy was believed to have died

in a Bajoran terrorist attack.

Has he been told his son is alive?

Of course!

As you can imagine, he's overwhelmed with joy.

He's already on his way to the station to reclaim him.

It's not that simple.

I don't understand.

The boy wants to go back to Bajor.

Back?

To live with the same brutal people?

I can't find any evidence to support that accusation.

I can't even find the man who made it in the first place.

Well, nevertheless,

once the boy finds out his real father's alive,

surely he'll change his mind.

And even if he doesn't, it would be in the boy's best interests.

We'll just have to see what happens when Pa'Dar gets here.

Sisko out.

It can't be just a coincidence, sir.

Garak must have heard about Pa'Dar before he woke me up.

What could he be looking for on Bajor?

There's only one way to find out.

Excuse me, is this the Tozhat Resettlement Center?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Bashir from Federation Command at Deep Space 9.

I've been trying to find some information

on a Cardassian war orphan

who was apparently placed for adoption here.

Yes, the Bajorans have opened their hearts

to many abandoned children.

The boy's name was Rugal

and the Bajoran who adopted him

was named Proka Migdal.

I don't recognize either of the names.

What was it you were trying to find out about them?

Yes... exactly what are we trying to find out about them?

The circumstances surrounding the young man's adoption.

It took place about eight years ago.

The Cardassians were still here.

You'll never find anything from back then.

Oh, the Cardassians are quite meticulous record keepers, madam.

They've taught many worlds, including this one

how to keep records.

I find it difficult to believe

that none exist from that period.

Certainly computer entries were made on a regular basis.

I wouldn't know. I wasn't a volunteer then.

I was in the underground.

Really?

Perhaps we have met.

Look, can we just check your computers?

Our computers don't work.

I can't get a technician to come out.

We're not exactly a top priority.

Perhaps I can be of service.

You can fix computers?

Oh, I dabble with isolinear data subprocessors.

It's... a hobby of mine.

I continue to underestimate you, Garak.

Oh, it's no more difficult than sewing on a button, actually.

Excuse me.

You carry this everywhere with you, do you?

A simple tailoring tool.

You'd be surprised how often someone needs their pants let out.

- Oh, it's not there. - What's not there?

Rugal's name, his father's name -- none of it.

You managed to find eight-year-old files that quickly?

Oh, it's simply a question of knowing what you're looking for, Doctor.

Excuse me.

Now, it's either been misfiled or under a wrong name

or this is entirely the wrong resettlement center.

I'm not going to another district until I know...

That won't be necessary.

We can access the files to this entire province

from here and download them into a data clip.

But that'll be thousands of files.

Tens of thousands, actually.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you come to take us back to Cardassia?

I'm afraid not, child.

Come, Doctor.

I believe you'll find your computer system fully functional now, madam.

Computer, set up a data bank

cross-referencing age groups, sex,

year of adoption...

Computer, disregard that request and shut down all engines.

I'm sorry you're upset about the orphans.

Children without parents

have no status in Cardassian society.

The situation is most unfortunate,

but I don't make the rules.

But you do play the game don't you, Garak?

And there is a game being played right now as we speak, isn't there?

There are always games, Doctor.

The trouble is,

I don't have the slightest idea what this game is all about.

So you're going to tell me what's going on

inside that plain and simple head of yours

my Cardassian friend,

or we're going to sit here until we rot.

Tell me, Doctor...

why do you think the Cardassians left Bajor?

Gul Dukat said it was a decision made by your civilian leaders.

And isn't it interesting

that one of Cardassia's most notable civilian leaders

has recently entered this scenario?

Rugal's father?

You're saying Kotran Pa'Dar was involved in the decision

to evacuate Bajor?

Very good, Doctor!

I'm glad to see our little get-togethers haven't gone for naught.

Which makes him a political enemy of Gul Dukat's

who lost his job as Prefect when they withdrew.

And seemingly out of nowhere

Dukat takes an interest in this orphan boy

who recently arrives on our station,

and then soon afterwards, with Gul Dukat's assistance,

we discover that the orphan boy isn't really an orphan boy

but Pa'Dar's long-lost son.

Another coincidence?

I believe in coincidences.

Coincidences happen every day.

But I don't trust coincidences.

I am Kotran Pa'Dar.

Miles O'Brien. Come in.

Sit down.

Where is my son?

Oh, he's with my wife. They'll be back shortly.

I thought it might be a good idea if we talked first.

Your son, Rugal...

At least they didn't change his name.

When was the last time you saw him?

On Bajor -- he had just had his fourth birthday.

He probably doesn't even remember me.

Does he?

I think he spent most of his life trying to forget you.

I don't think I understand.

The boy hates everything he is.

He hates Cardassians, he hates being a Cardassian.

Yes, I've heard those stories.

Well, I suppose after growing up among the Bajorans...

but now that I'm back in his life...

Well, he... may not want you back in his life.

I am his father.

Mr. O'Brien, I know very little about human culture.

I don't know how you view the family.

We'd do almost anything to protect our families.

I have a daughter myself.

She's four -- the same age your son was when you lost him.

Then I expect you can imagine what I'm feeling right now.

On Cardassia, family is everything.

We care for our parents and children with equal devotion.

In some households

four generations eat at the same table.

Family... is everything.

And I have failed in my responsibility to my family.

You had no way of knowing he was still alive.

I should have tried harder!

I should have looked everywhere!

To abandon my son, to allow him to be raised by a Bajoran...

I have disgraced everything that a Cardassian believes in.

Hello, Rugal.

Do you remember my face?

Even a little?

No.

Would you like to see some pictures of you when you were a child?

No.

Hey.

Rugal... you have to understand.

There was nothing left of the house

after the attack.

Your mother was dead

and you...

I... cried for you, Rugal.

I missed you so much.

I could not even stay on Bajor.

It was too close to the happy memories of you.

It was your own fault.

You deserved it.

You are a Cardassian.

What the Bajorans did, they had to do.

I understand why you say that.

You can't understand!

You are a Cardassian butcher, a butcher!

They killed your son for your crimes.

Rugal...

You are not my father.

And I will never go back to Cardassia.

Never.

I have no intention of allowing

a Bajoran court to rule on the custody of my son.

You gave up custody

when you abandoned him here.

He is my natural-born child.

As Cardassian law clearly...

There is no more Cardassian law on Bajor.

Gentlemen... I think you may be in need

of an arbitrator to settle this.

Well, it must be someone who is neither a Cardassian

nor a Bajoran.

What about you?

I'd be willing.

But wouldn't you have objections

because of the Federation's relationship with Bajor?

No, Commander. You are a father, too.

You would be acceptable to me.

Very well then. I'll schedule a...

Odo to Commander Sisko.

Yes, Odo, what is it?

I thought you might be interested to know.

Gul Dukat has just arrived on the station.

Station Log, Stardate 47177.2.

The arrival of Gul Dukat only powers my suspicion

that we are being manipulated in some unseen manner.

Dr. Bashir and Garak continue to search

for anything of relevance in the adoption files.

So far they've found nothing.

And the decision on custody for Rugal

cannot wait much longer.

You've come a long way just to view a custody hearing.

Pa'Dar is an eminent member of the Civilian Assembly.

This matter has generated a great deal of interest

at the highest levels of our government.

So you're here representing your government?

Not exactly.

I like to think I'm here representing the children --

all of the children who were abandoned on Bajor.

I want to see Rugal reunited with his father.

Well, I'm sure Pa'Dar is grateful for your support.

Because I was under the impression

that you were political adversaries.

Isn't that so, Pa'Dar?

We have disagreed in the past.

- But, Commander, I don't see... - I must object, Commander.

The past is the past -- it has no relevance here.

What is relevant are the children.

What are we going to do about the children?

If you don't mind, I'd like for you to go over the events

leading up to the disappearance

of Rugal eight years ago.

How perfectly foolish of me.

Don't tell me you've decided you were wrong.

Not after searching 7,420 files for a misspelling.

Dukat is much smarter than that.

Than what?

Think about it, Doctor.

He would never have left a file to be found.

Do you really think he purged the file on Rugal?

I would have.

There was something in that file he didn't want anybody to see.

Exactly.

We have one last chance -- to find the person

who wrote that file in the first place.

How do you ever hope to find him?

- Her. - Her? How do you know?

Because I've already found her name -- Jomat Luson.

Do you remember anything from back then, Rugal?

No.

Do you remember being adopted?

No.

What's the first thing you do remember?

My father teaching me how to swim.

I know exactly the one you're talking about.

You do?

He was the only Cardassian boy we had at the time.

We had several girls.

Are you sure his name was Rugal?

That's what we were told.

Somebody told you his name?

Yes, that was the most unusual thing about his arrival.

Virtually all of the other Cardassian children

turned in to us were found on the streets by Bajorans.

Rugal was brought in by a Cardassian.

A Cardassian military officer, by any chance?

Yes, as a matter of fact, she was.

A woman.

I don't remember her name, but she was attached

to the command post at Terok Nor.

Is there anything else, Doctor?

The boy accused him of being a butcher.

He hates Cardassians, sir.

Pa'Dar was heartbroken.

I can only imagine how I'd feel in his shoes.

Commander...

can I ask a few questions?

Chief, didn't Pa'Dar tell you

about the humiliation he feels right now?

He said he had disgraced

everything a Cardassian believes in.

Has news of your son's discovery

become public knowledge on Cardassia?

The government has not chosen to reveal it to the people yet.

What happens when it is revealed?

It will be the end of my political career.

That's a shame...

especially considering the timing.

The timing?

Isn't there an inquiry about to begin

concerning the Cardassians who were involved

in the attempted military coup on Bajor?

Yes.

And isn't Gul Dukat one of the key witness in that inquiry?

This is irrelevant and insulting.

Commander, you've lost control here.

Yes, it seems that I have.

I suggest we return to the issue of the children.

All right.

Let's talk about children.

Have you ever been to the Tozhat Resettlement Center

on Bajor where Rugal was adopted?

- Never. - Of course,

Tozhat is the province where Pa'Dar was stationed eight years ago.

I'm aware of that.

I've been trying to find records of Rugal's adoption,

but they're missing from the files.

How unfortunate.

Yes, but we have found someone who was working at the Center

at the time Rugal was brought in.

Do you know of a Bajoran social volunteer

named Jomat Luson?

No.

Well, Jomat Luson remembers Rugal being brought in

by a Cardassian military officer --

a woman who seemed familiar with him -- even knew his name.

Is there a question?

The question is whether or not this officer

deliberately left the son of Kotran Pa'Dar

at the relocation center

with the full knowledge that he was not an orphan.

Perhaps even with the hopes of humiliating Pa'Dar someday.

I wouldn't know.

Well, would you happen to know, then, of a base

known during the occupation as Terok Nor?

Terok Nor?

It was here, this space station.

Jomat Luson clearly recalls

that the officer who brought in Rugal

was attached to Terok Nor.

Gul Dukat!

Who was the commanding officer of Terok Nor eight years ago?

For the record,

the commanding officer of Terok Nor eight years ago

was Gul Dukat.

Station Log, Stardate 47178.3.

After long and difficult deliberations

I have decided to allow Pa'Dar to take his son back to Cardassia.

Although I am convinced his Bajoran foster parents

treated him with love,

Rugal has been the clear victim in this conspiracy.

I believe it's time for his healing to begin.

Your doctor has given me the leverage I need, Commander.

Leverage?

Dukat will never allow these events to be made public now,

and I certainly won't choose to discuss them.

A stalemate.

A stalemate.

You've helped me salvage my political career.

I won't forget that.

Perhaps you will use your influence

to help other Cardassian orphans on Bajor.

Well, yes, we'll see.

Remember what I said.

If you ever want to come back and visit them

just let me know and I'll arrange it.

Hello, Rugal. Ready to go?

I suppose it'll take time.

But there's one more question I haven't figured out, Garak.

Why did you want to expose Dukat?

What's the truth about you and him?

Truth, Doctor, is in the eye of the beholder.

I never tell the truth

because I don't believe there is such a thing.

That's why I prefer the straight-line simplicity of cutting cloth.

So you're not going to tell me.

But you don't need me to tell you, my friend.

Just notice the details.

They're scattered like crumbs

all over this table we regularly share.

Until next time.