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I didn't kill him, you know.

A lot of people
believed it was me.

That shape-shifter thought so.

But he was wrong.

It was a long time ago.

Say what you will
about the Cardassians,

at least they could keep
the power on.

Would you like more ice?

I'm fine.

- You were always very kind.
- Was I?

You made life a little easier.

I ran a black market
for anyone who could pay.

Never exactly thought
of myself as "kind."

There was always
that little extra ginger tea

in that package you gave me,
wasn't there?

You didn't call me to
Bajor to talk about tea.

No.

I need a favor.

- For old times' sake?
- That's right.

I'm still as kind as ever.

- I can pay you.
- I'm listening.

My husband kept a strongbox
in our shop on the station

buried in the wall.

I want you to bring it to me.

What's in it?

Nothing anyone would value.

Anyone but you.

Sentimental reasons.

Why not take a sentimental
journey back to the station?

If it's your property.

I couldn't stand
being back in that shop

where my husband was murdered.

Or maybe you'd rather not
let Odo see you there.

I'm sure he's forgotten
all about that by now.

Can you neutralize
the security system?

It's behind the paneled wall
on the left as you enter.

Four panels in, five up.

Four in...

five up.

And I can pay you
five bars of latinum.

Five?

And, as always, my...

personal gratitude.

A day...

maybe two.

Commence Station
Security Log, Stardate 47282.5.

At the request
of Commander Sisko,

I will hereafter
be recording a daily log

of law enforcement affairs.

The reason for this exercise
is beyond my comprehension,

except perhaps that humans
have a compulsion

to keep records
and lists and files --

so many, in fact, that
they have to invent new ways

to store them microscopically.

Otherwise, their records would
overrun all known civilization.

My own very adequate memory
not being good enough for Starfleet,

I am pleased to put my voice

to this official record
of this day.

Everything's under control.

End log.

Now, when we get
to the entrance,

- you stay flat against the wall.
- Uh-huh.

It's a pulsatel lockseal.

I can get it to
release in 25 seconds.

25 seconds?
But somebody will see us.

Let me do it.

You? We'd be at it all night.

All night?

No, only about ten seconds.

How would you get
a pulsatel lockseal

to release in ten seconds?

You have one on
the storeroom door.

So?

Sometimes, when you forget
to leave me the desealer,

I have to get
the storeroom open.

You've unsealed the storeroom
without my knowledge?

Only to serve
a customer's needs.

In ten seconds?

You forget fairly often.

Ten seconds...

We'll see how you handle
the desealing rod.

That's all right, I have my own.

What?

Nog made it for me.

Boy's always been
clever with his hands.

My storeroom...

Time this, brother.

You'll be very proud.

There, you see?

Thief! Don't deny it.

You've been stealing from me.

Brother, I never...

Tomorrow morning, I'm
changing my entire lock system.

Four in...

five up.

Here, it's behind this one.

Keep an eye on the Promenade

while I burn off the panel.

The glare could
attract attention.

- I have a better idea.
- A better idea?

I took the liberty
of bringing along

a small vial of magnasite drops.

Magnasite drops?
What are magnasite drops?

A compound that will eat
through duranium.

One on each corner
and the panel will fall off.

How do you know that?

When you were in the
Gamma Quadrant overnight,

we did very good business.

Naturally, I had to keep
your profits safe,

but you had the only key
to the latinum floor vault.

You got into
my latinum floor vault?

With that?

I didn't want to tell you
because then you'd know

I burnt off your floor plates.

But I replaced them out
of my own salary, brother.

My vault...

Should I take it out for you?

Don't touch it!

Don't you touch anything

ever, ever again.

Just a piece of paper?

A treasure map, perhaps?

- What does it mean, brother?
- I have no idea.

Eight names,
all of them Bajoran.

I want to get a picture of
this list before I reseal the box.

Go, get me an imager.

Go!

You can't be in here --
we're closed.

Well, if you really
want a drink...

She sent you, didn't she?

She knew you couldn't resist
opening it.

I'm sorry.

Yeah...

me, too.

Brother!

Brother?

Brother!

Help!

Somebody, help!

My brother's been killed!

Ten cc's of cortolin.

I want an antigrav
lift in here, stat!

Ready the cortical stimulator.

What kind of weapon?
I am waiting for an answer!

Whatever it was
had to get by the scanners.

My best guess is a compressed
tetryon beam weapon.

Okay, okay, that's consistent
with what I'm seeing.

- Get the stimulator over here.
- Doctor?

Thoracic cavity rupture,

extensive neural trauma.

Now.

Rom says it was a robbery.

Was anything taken?

He says he doesn't
know, but he knows.

Security's stopping
everyone at the airlocks,

but it took them five minutes
to get into position.

The assailant
may already be on a ship.

Delay all outgoing
vessels as long as you can.

Advise their respective
security details.

We've got to
get him to the surgery.

Help me get him up here.

I got him.

Easy now.
Slide him in.

- All right.
- Watch his head.

He's dying, isn't he?

He's dying.

What am I going to do
if my brother dies?

Do? Oh, you'll
have a lot to do

once this place is yours.

But if he dies...

Mine?

"Wives serve, brothers inherit."

Rule of Acquisition Number 139,
if I'm not mistaken.

I hadn't thought of that.

Really?

I had, because it's
a solid motive for murder.

Yes, actually.

I have heard of a few
untimely deaths that seemed...

Wait a minute.

You're not suggesting that I...

I've had my eye on you
for a long time, Rom.

You're not as stupid
as you look.

I am, too.
I would never...

- Constable, it's his own brother.
- My own brother.

- I hardly...
- Stay out of this, Commander.

I know these Ferengi.

They'd sell their own flesh and
blood for a Cardassian groat.

Odo, he's a family friend.

His son is very close to my boy.

Well, you'd better tell his son

that dad's going
to the lunar prison

on Meldrar I --
200 degrees in the shade.

I didn't!
It's not true!

Oh...

Irony of ironies.

I finally get the bar,

and I'm falsely accused
of my brother's murder.

Rom...

as a friend,

if you know anything
that might be helpful,

I think you should tell us.

It was a list.

The man who shot my
brother stole a list.

What kind of list?

Of names...

eight Bajoran names.

It was in this box
we... we found.

Found?

In a manner of speaking.

My brother was hired by someone
on Bajor to retrieve it.

Who?

He didn't tell me.

He never told me anything.

I tried so hard
to earn Quark's trust.

Now he's dead, and I can
never earn his trust.

Just his share of the profits.

I swear I don't know
who hired him.

All I know is that the box
had been hidden years ago.

How many years ago?

I'm not sure... when the
Cardassians were here.

When the ship's store used
to be the chemist's shop.

The chemist's shop?

That's right.

Here? This is where
you found the box?

Behind a duranium wall panel.

I'll show you which one.

Do you want me to open it?

I can do it in ten seconds.

You asked to see me?

Yes... yes,
please come in.

I'm Gul Dukat.
We've met before.

Have we?

I wouldn't expect you
to remember.

I was one of the guests
at the reception

at the Bajoran Center
for Science.

It must have been two years ago.

Ah, yes...

when the Cardassian High
Command was invited to...

view me.

You were very amusing
that night.

- Was I?
- Yes...

you did a Cardassian neck trick.

Brought the house down.

The Bajoran scientist
who worked with me

thought you might
find it entertaining.

He made me practice
for weeks on the...

Cardassian neck trick.

Gul Hadar couldn't
stop talking about it.

He wanted to send you out
to entertain the troops.

I, on the other hand,
began to wonder

if you couldn't provide

a more valuable service
for the Cardassian Empire.

I've stayed informed
about you, Odo,

ever since you walked out

on your Bajoran keepers.

I simply felt I could learn
more outside a laboratory.

Yes, you've become
quite the student

of humanoid nature, haven't you?

Just what is it
you need, Gul Dukat?

Have you ever seen
a dead man before?

Yes.

In your mines.

Oh, those are casualties.

This...

is murder.

And I've decided
you're going to investigate it.

Me?

Why me?

I'm no investigator.

Ah, but I suspect
you'd make a good one.

Shape-shifting your way into
places the rest of us can't go.

I have no intention of being
a Cardassian agent.

Not an agent.

An investigator.

There's a difference?

We can't have
these Bajorans running around

murdering each other,
now, can we?

I'm talking about order here,
justice.

There's very little justice

in the Cardassian
occupation of Bajor.

Don't push me, Odo.

My superiors would have me
"solve" this murder

by rounding up ten Bajorans
at random and executing them.

I'm hoping you'll give me
a better alternative.

Now, these Bajorans
won't talk to us,

but they seem to trust you.

I understand you used to
sort out petty disputes

concerning food, blankets,
everyday sorts of things.

They come to you.

I suppose I'm considered
a neutral observer.

Of course...
you're not one of them.

And for that,
you should be thankful.

So...

here's one more petty dispute.

Only this time...

I'm bringing it to you.

Find the murderer.

Are there any witnesses?

I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, Mrs. Vaatrik.

This is Odo.

He'll be investigating
your husband's death.

Perhaps you two
already know each other.

Have you been into the shop?

No, I don't use chemicals.

I've assigned this space to you.

We'll get you anything you need.

Madam, my sympathies.

Good hunting.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Do you...

have any idea who
might have done this?

I have a very good idea.

You do?

May I be honest with you?

That might be helpful.

My husband was having an affair.

Some girl showed up on the
station a couple of weeks ago.

He became infatuated with her,
I don't know.

Why are men like that?

Believe me, I have no idea.

We had two wonderful years
together...

until she arrived.

And now...

You loved him very much.

Of course I did.

Then perhaps you could
explain something

I don't understand.

What's that?

Mr. Vaatrik was found dead
two hours ago.

Mrs. Vaatrik
hasn't shed a tear.

- What makes you think...
- By necessity,

I'm an observer, Mrs. Vaatrik.

When a humanoid cries,

the epidermis below the eyes
swells noticeably.

Your epidermis is
perfectly normal.

I've been too angry to cry...
I, I... the shock...

Of course.

So...

you were about to accuse

this other woman of the murder,
I believe.

He confessed his
indiscretion to me days ago,

but said it was over.

And when he broke
it off with her,

she killed him
in a jealous rage.

Something like that.

Do you know her name?

No, but I can point her
out to you.

Move along.

Step back from the gate.

All of you.

That's enough.

Attention.

All bio-organic materials

must be disposed of
according to regulations.

When was the last time
you saw Mr. Vaatrik alive?

At dinner.

He went back to the shop to do
some inventory work afterwards.

You don't live in
community quarters.

No, we were lucky enough to
be assigned a private room.

I guess because we ran the shop.

But at least we had
a little privacy.

Uh-huh.

There... that's her.

Odo!

We haven't picked up anyone
at the airlocks.

I can't hold up outbound
traffic any longer.

I'm sure he disposed
of the weapon before he left.

I heard about the list.

The one that Quark
got out of the wall.

Rom said it had been hidden
there during the occupation.

I couldn't help wondering if it
had something to do with Vaatrik.

I've been wondering
the same thing.

Security Log, Stardate 47284.1.

In this job, there is
no unfinished business.

This assault on Quark reopens
a five-year-old murder case

that I've never --
not for a moment -- closed.

Patience is a lost virtue
to most; to me, an ally.

I barely saw it!
I'm sorry.

I don't remember
any of the names.

All right, all right, let's...

just relax for a moment.

I really ought to be
getting back to my bar.

He's not dead yet, Rom.

They're not keeping him alive
by artificial means, are they?

My brother wouldn't want that.

No, he's clinging to life
all on his own.

Typical.

All right, let's try again.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Clear your mind of
everything in it...

if there's anything there.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Now... what do you see?

The bar.

Yes?

With my name on it.

The past, Rom, not the future.

The box opens.

There's a piece
of paper inside it.

Yes! Yes, I see it.

- Quark unfolds it.
- Uh-huh.

There's a list of names,
Bajoran names.

Right.

The one at the very top
catches your eye.

And the first letter is...

"C!" It's a "C!"

And the next letter is...

Oh... I...

Skip to the last letter
in the name, Rom.

"O!" It's an "O!"

Starts with a "C,"
ends with an "O."

And... and there's
a mark in the name.

An apostrophe.

- Ches'so!
- You're sure?

Yes!

Maybe.

Maybe?

It's something like Ches'so...

I think.

Oh...

Call me day or night
if you remember something else.

Uh-huh.

Anything?

Ches'so.

Might be the first name
on the list.

Remember anyone from those days
on the station with that name?

No, but I wasn't here very long.

Hmm, so I recall.

We never talked about it.

We never had to.

I would have been executed.

You were innocent of the crime
I was investigating.

That wouldn't have mattered
to the Cardassians.

It mattered to me.

Surrender your passes.

You there, keep moving.

This way, this way.

Radiation workers,
report to observation level.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, how are you?

Do you mind if I join you?

Sector Four salvage team,

report at once
to your work stations.

A pretty girl like you
shouldn't be eating alone.

I don't do whatever
it is you want --

not for money, not for food.

No, you misunderstand...

I'm sorry.

Of course, I can
see how you could.

Let me start over.

You some kind
of security officer?

How did you know that?

You are, aren't you?

Unofficially,
I suppose that's true.

Unofficially -- what's
that supposed to mean?

Gul Dukat asked me to
investigate the murder

of a Bajoran man named Vaatrik.

I understand you knew him.

Who says I did?

His widow.

I suppose she also
told you I killed him.

Did you?

No.

On the contrary, you
were in love with him.

No.

But... he was
in love with you.

No.

Doesn't sound like
much of a romance.

We weren't having a romance.

Then why would he tell his wife
that you were?

You'll have to ask him.

If you were having an affair,

I promise you,
I'll find out about it.

All you're going to find

is that I've been here
for two weeks.

I met the man
right after I arrived.

He had Pyrellian ginger tea.

How he managed to get it,
I don't know,

but I happen to like ginger tea.

We became friends.

Maybe he was attracted to me.

It never went anywhere.

Why do you think Dukat
wanted you on this investigation?

I'm sure he had good reasons.

Why not his own security people?

No Bajoran would talk to them.

That never stopped
the Cardassians before.

They have ways of getting
their information.

Something to think about.

Where were you last night?

I was at the bar.

I heard the Ferengi are allowed
to hire some Bajorans for dog work.

It's better than the mines.

You haven't spent any time
in the mines.

- How do you know?
- Your hands.

You're not bad at this.

You're right, my last job was
at a replicator plant on Bajor.

You're not allowed
to quit those jobs.

What happened?

I hit a supervisor...

for trying...

what I thought you were trying
a few minutes ago.

Oh, well, I appreciate
your restraint this time.

You're not planning on leaving
the station soon?

If I were, would you have
the Cardassians stop me?

Yes.

Then I'm not planning
on leaving the station soon.

Let me tell you something.

"Unofficially" or not, you're
working for the Cardassians.

Sooner or later, you're going to
have to choose whose side you're on.

I don't choose sides.

Everyone has to choose sides,
Constable.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

- You knew nothing about a list?
- Nothing.

Why would your husband have
hidden a list of Bajoran names?

I can't imagine why.

- Are you sure it was his?
- No.

Maybe the Cardassians
put it there before they left.

Someone on Bajor told
Quark where to find it.

I wish I could help.

I sort of liked
that little Ferengi.

Well, don't write
his eulogy yet.

He's still with us.

- I thought you said...
- He was shot

at point-blank range.

The Federation doctor
saved his life.

Good for him.

Does the name "Ches'so"
mean anything to you?

I don't think so.

Who is it?

Oh, just someone
I'd like to talk to.

Thank you for seeing me.

If this has anything to do
with my husband's murder,

I want to be of help
in any way I can.

Oh, there was one other thing.

I understand your power
was recently terminated

for lack of payment.

That's right.

Yet, you were able
to transfer funds

to the power company
this morning.

I don't appreciate you looking
into my private affairs.

Just part of a
routine investigation.

If you could tell me
where you got the money.

A loan from a friend.

Of course.

And your friend's name?

Odo, this really has nothing
to do with your investigation.

Good, then you won't
mind giving me the name.

I'm sorry, my friend is married.

I won't drag him into this.

Security Log, supplemental.

The Ferengi holds on to life

like it's gold-pressed latinum.

Maybe he just doesn't want
his brother to get the bar.

Or maybe he knows he's
the only real witness I have.

The next several
hours will tell the whole story.

We've done everything
we can for him.

I'll keep you updated.

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

I think I found our Ches'so.

Who is he?

A Bajoran mining engineer.

He's been very active in
charity work for the war orphans.

What makes you think
he's our man?

Some connections from my
past suggested he might be.

His work brought him
to the station a lot.

The bad news is, he's dead.

Drowned in a pond
on his property last night.

- I'm responsible.
- How?

I mentioned the name "Ches'so"
to the Vaatrik woman.

If she recognized it
as "Ches'sarro"

and thought that he might
lead us to her...

Security to the Infirmary.

Acknowledged.

Major, I need some help.

Advise the medical examiner

that I want a complete
autopsy on Ches'sarro.

And that his death is to be
treated as a suspected homicide.

I'll need
the communication records

for the Vaatrik home
for the past 52 hours.

And have the central bank

keep a supervisor
on duty all night.

I'll need several
bank records, as well.

Whose?

I don't know yet.

I want round-the-clock
armed security on Quark.

No visitors.

Yes, sir.

Stop by one of the holosuites.

Two programs
for the price of one.

I'm looking for the proprietor
of this establishment.

Does he owe you money?

No.

Are you here to arrest him?

No.

Then you've found him.

Quark, at your service.

First drink on the house.

An old, dreadful
Cardassian tradition.

- What'll you have?
- I don't drink.

A soft drink, then.

I don't drink.

I guess that's why we don't
see you around here much.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about the death
of the Bajoran chemist.

Wait a minute.

You're the shape-shifter.

You're the one who's
working for Dukat.

I'm not working for Dukat.

I'm just trying
to solve a murder.

No, I've heard about you.

You do some
Cardassian neck trick.

Am I right?

Not anymore.

That could go over big
in this room.

I'm checking on the alibi
of a young Bajoran woman,

red hair, named Kira Nerys.

She says she was here
last night.

Yeah, I remember her.
She wanted a job.

How long was she here?

Long enough.

Long enough for what?

Oh, you know.

No, I don't.

Why don't you tell me?

She was showing me her...

initiative.

Is that some sort
of sexual reference?

These jobs are hard to come by.

Her credentials
were, um, very impressive.

Hey, listen!

Listen here, what's the problem?

The problem is, you're lying.

You got me all wrong.

I want the truth.

Otherwise, I'll just
turn you over to Dukat,

and he can get it for me.

Okay, fine, I didn't realize

we were dealing
with a murder here.

She didn't pay me enough
for that anyway.

She paid you for an alibi?

I wonder how Gul Dukat will
react when I tell him about that?

I'm sure it'll cost me
a case of Cardassian ale.

Two cases at the very least.

A broken alibi?

That sounds like progress.

Is there someone
you want me to arrest?

Not yet.

But soon.

I need a name, Odo.

You'll get your name when
I'm certain it's the right name.

Listen to the way
he speaks to me, Quark.

You're not afraid of anyone,
are you, shape-shifter?

Not even me.

I was right about you.

You are the man for this job.

Listen, I feel you and I...

we've gotten off
to a bad start here.

Let me make it up to you.

You need anything?

A little ginger tea?

No, you don't drink.

Um... chocolate?

Maybe, uh, companionship?

You look like you just lost
your best friend, Constable.

Is Quark, uh...

Quark is stable.

What's this?

The list.

You found it?

No, I assembled it from the Vaatrik
woman's communication records.

She's been talking to each
of these people a lot.

Odd thing is, she had never

talked to any of them
until two days ago.

When the list was stolen.

Interestingly, every one of them

has transferred exactly
100,000 Bajoran litas

into her bank account
within the last 26 hours.

Blackmail?

Blackmail.

What did they have to hide?

For one thing, that they'd
come out of the occupation

with that kind of money.

You think they were working
with the Cardassians.

Selling out their own world
for a profit.

Collaborators.

Not even a Ferengi
would do that.

It explains a lot of things.

Do you have
enough to charge her?

Not yet,

but I'd like to bring her
in for questioning.

With your permission,

I'll ask the Bajoran authorities
to transport her here.

Nobody ever had to
teach me the "justice trick."

That's something
I've always known.

A racial memory
from my species, I guess.

It's really the only clue I have

to what kind of people they are.

Are these kinds of thoughts

appropriate for a Starfleet log?

I don't care.

There's no room in justice

for loyalty
or friendship or love.

Justice, as the humans
like to say, is blind.

I used to believe that.

I'm not sure I can anymore.

Yes, I lied about my alibi.

That doesn't make me a killer.

Where were you
when he was murdered?

Asleep, alone.

No one saw you
in the community quarters?

I wasn't there.

I found a small corner and...

- You're lying.
- I...

Don't bother.

Your whole face changes.

I should have seen it before.

You don't lie well.

Thanks.

So why don't you
start telling the truth?

Whose side are you going
to be on, Constable?

I'm not going to play your game.

When I tell you the truth,
you'll have to choose.

No, no, that's why
I was given this job.

That's why all of you
always come to me with problems.

I'm the outsider.

I'm on no one's side.

All I'm interested
in is justice.

If you're innocent,
you'll go free.

If not, I'll turn you over
to Cardassian authorities.

That's the only choice here.

I didn't kill him.

When he was killed,
I was on Level 21.

21? Ore processing?

Check the Cardassian
security logs.

You'll see a breach
on 21 last night.

I'm in the Bajoran underground.

I came here to commit
acts of sabotage

against the Cardassians.

Last night, I succeeded.

The ore processor was damaged
by a sub-nucleonic device

at 2500 hours last night.

It'll be out of operation
for two weeks.

Give the mine workers
a little time off at least.

I'll describe the device I used

if you still don't believe me.

That's why you needed
an alibi from Quark.

If you tell the Cardassians
the truth,

none of this will matter.

I'll be executed
for the sabotage.

Who cares about Bajorans
killing Bajorans

when you can hang a rebel?

Is this her?

I told you
when I have the name...

Is this her?

No.

You can go.

If you're lying,
shape-shifter...

If you know as much about me
as you say you do, Gul Dukat,

you know I don't lie.

I am convinced

that she did not kill Vaatrik.

Is it too late for visitors?

I'm sorry, sir.

No visitors are permitted here.

Then perhaps you could just
put these in water for him?

Of course...

Odo to Bashir.

Report to the Infirmary
immediately.

On my way.

It's over, Rom.

Over! You're a hero.

I am?

You saved your brother's life.

I've never seen him before
in my life.

Really?

Your communication
records indicate

that you made several
calls to his home

and received several as well.

You also transferred
a large sum of money

into his account two days ago.

I want to confer
with my advocate.

Certainly.

I'll make arrangements
for you to speak with him.

Meantime, the two of you

can introduce yourselves
to one another.

I don't care what you think
you know, shape-shifter.

You will never be able to prove
that I killed my husband,

because I didn't.

I know.

When did you realize?

The possibility occurred to me

when you got the name
Ches'sarro so quickly.

Your friends
from the underground

must have already suspected him

of being a collaborator.

Once I knew the eight names
were a list of collaborators,

the murder of Vaatrik made
sense for the first time.

He must have been
a collaborator, too.

He had the money for ginger tea.

He had the private quarters.

I never had a motive
for his murder until now.

He kept his wife
in relative luxury.

She surely
wouldn't have killed him.

So who would kill
a Cardassian collaborator?

Someone in the Bajoran
underground, of course.

A colleague of mine
was given the job

of sabotaging the ore processor.

Vaatrik was my responsibility.

You were here to execute him.

No.

I was here to find the list.

The names of the Bajorans
who were selling us out.

We'd been informed that Vaatrik
was their direct link to Dukat.

Ah...

That must have been why Dukat
chose me to investigate.

He had to stay as far away
from this incident as he could

so as not to endanger his
network of Bajoran sympathizers.

Obviously, I
never found the list.

But that's what I was
looking for in his shop

when Vaatrik walked in on me.

I didn't have a choice.

I misjudged you, Major.

You were a better liar
than I gave you credit for.

You were working
for the Cardassians.

I haven't been
for more than a year.

You've had all that time
to tell me the truth.

I tried to tell you
the truth a hundred times.

What you think of me...

matters a lot.

I was afraid...

That it might affect
our friendship?

Maybe it doesn't have to.

Will you ever be able
to trust me the same way again?