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Doctor?

Oh, hello, Quark.
Oh...

Let me guess --

eavesdropping
on the battling O'Briens.

Don't be ridiculous.

Such language.

Oh, I hope Molly's not around.

You can hear what they're
saying in there?

How could I not?

Well, what are they saying?

Let's use a little
discretion, shall we?

He's done something.

She's outraged.

He thinks she's overreacting.

She thinks he's trying
to run her life.

Pretty boring, actually...

but to hear them,

you'd think it was a matter
of life and death.

Hello, Julian.

Hello.

Quark.

Mrs. O'Brien.

I thought you said the
O'Briens were arguing in there.

Not Miles and Keiko --

the other O'Briens,
Miles and Kira.

What do they have
to argue about?

Miles hid Kira's
springball racket

because she's carrying his baby

and he doesn't want her
taking any risks,

and she doesn't want him
controlling her--

What?

Keiko made them stop.

Now they're in the "let's talk this out
and share our feelings" part of the fight.

Show's over.

Oh, well.
I mean, good.

It is the power of his voice,

the strength of his intonation,

that make Barak-Kadan
a great singer.

There are none like him.

None as boring anyway.

He never varies his performance,

not even by a half-tone.

I prefer traditional opera
performed in the traditional manner.

You know, for a Klingon
who was raised by humans,

wears a Starfleet uniform
and drinks prune juice,

you're pretty attached
to tradition.

But that's okay.

I like a man riddled
with contradictions.

That's a welcome sight.

The peace talks
must be going well

if the Klingons are
back on the station.

Worf?

Did you see her?

The Klingon woman?

She was glorious.

Her?

She's okay.

I have never seen such a woman.

Who is she?
What House is she from?

I do not recognize
her family crest.

She is a friend of the Ferengi.

Now I remember who she is.

Her name is Grilka.

And she's not just
Quark's friend...

she's his ex-wife.

Maporian ale with just a
hint of pazafer, as I recall.

You remember.
I'm honored.

How could I forget?

You're the only Klingon I know who
drinks something besides bloodwine...

or prune juice.

- Prune juice?
- Forget it.

To the House of Grilka.

May it continue to be
as strong and as proud

as its lady is beautiful.

You may not have been
the ideal husband,

but you are an
excellent bartender.

I know of no greater compliment.

So...

what brings you to my
humble establishment?

Business or pleasure?

The recent hostilities between
the Federation and the Empire

have been very costly
to my family.

We have suffered great losses
in ships, lands, warriors.

War -- what is it good for?

If you ask me,
absolutely nothing.

The financial cost
was significant.

I have an idea.

Why don't I take a look
at your financial records?

I know that's not
why you're here.

I'm sure it's simply
a social visit,

but maybe I could help.

Very well.

If it pleases you,

I will allow you
access to the records.

Thank you.

Hear this, Ferengi.

Help Grilka and you live.

Fail...

and I will kill you myself.

And even though
it was an accident,

Quark took credit for killing
Grilka's husband.

Why?

As a way of boosting
business at the bar.

And it worked.

But then Grilka kidnapped Quark

and took him back to the Klingon
Homeworld and married him.

Why?

I'm getting to that.

As a woman, Grilka was
forbidden to lead her House.

By marrying Quark, she could
retain control through him.

Eventually, she convinced
the Council to give her control

and she divorced Quark
on the spot.

As far as I know, that's the
last time they saw each other.

A marriage of convenience.

Certainly for Grilka,
but I'm not sure

how convenient it was for Quark.

His opinion is
of no consequence.

He is unworthy of
such a prize as she.

Worf, it sounds like you have
a bad case of par'Mach.

Is that contagious?

Par'Mach is the
Klingon word for love,

but with more
aggressive overtones.

Love? Worf?

Stranger things have happened.

Especially around here.

This should alleviate
Kira's sneezing.

Should?

Bajoran women have been
sneezing their way through pregnancy

for over 100,000 years.

You can't expect me
to cure it overnight.

You know, I heard a rumor

that the Jerries might be trying
to cross the Channel this evening.

Maybe we should have a
surprise waiting for them.

Serves you right.

I can't go
to the holosuite tonight.

Kira and I have some things
to work out.

Still fighting, eh?

Who says we're fighting?

Well, word gets around.

It's a small station.

It's a huge station.

Obviously not huge enough.

Well, for your information,
we are not fighting.

Glad to hear it.

Bajoran takeo herbs
for Kira's swollen ankles.

She'll need to dissolve them

in some kind of fruit juice
before ingesting them.

I hope they taste better than
those makora herbs you gave her.

Are you sampling
all her medications?

No... Kira didn't
like the taste.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot.

She, uh...

she has a... a rash
on the back of her thighs.

Do you have a salve
or something?

How long has she had it?

Well, I noticed it yesterday

when I was helping her out
of the bathtub

so she's had it at least a day.

Helping her out of the tub?

She's living in my house.
She's having my baby.

So, uh, did you look?

What?

Oh, please.

I was holding a towel up
in front of her.

How does Keiko feel about you
helping Kira out of the tub?

Keiko feels fine about it.
You see, we are adults.

We've developed a close,
mature relationship.

I'm sure
that Keiko and Kira have,

but you...

What about me?

I'll bet you looked.

I will apologize
for this at a later time.

You are in my seat!

Bartender!

Bloodwine!

What is that smell?

Is there a pile of
rotting forshak in here?

Or is it you?

Stand when I talk to you!

Or do you think it is funny?

Worf, son of Mogh.

Come. Join me.

Challenging Thopok to a fight
is a waste of time.

Grilka cannot mate
with you, now or ever.

Your House is dishonored.

Your name is a curse.

I meant no disrespect.

You showed none.

I'm sure your motives
were honorable.

Do not let it
trouble you too much.

In truth, I doubt it would
have been a good match.

Why?

Have you ever pursued
a Klingon woman?

No.

There's no shame in that.

You were raised by humans.

You wear their uniform.

You accept their values.

How could you know anything
about our women?

You'd be surprised what I know.

Perhaps.

But we will not find out here.

It is the
wish of the Lady Grilka

that you leave us
now, son of Mogh,

and do not return.

I am a fool.

You're in love.

Which I suppose
is the same thing.

You're making too
much of this, Worf.

Tumek said that Grilka
wasn't offended.

She was probably flattered.

There is no flattery in a great
lady being courted by a traitor.

Is that what's really
bothering you?

Or is it that Tumek said
that you didn't know

anything about Klingon women,

and you're afraid he's right?

What do you want?

I want to talk to Dax,
if that's all right with you.

I need help.

Grilka invited me to dinner,

and I need to brush up on
Klingon manners and protocol.

- She invited you to dinner?
- In her quarters.

A private dinner.

A very private dinner.

What's wrong with him?

He's having a bad day.

Oh, that's a shame.

Well, when Grilka and I
were married,

there wasn't a lot of, um...

affection involved.

So, what does a Klingon woman
expect from a man?

Are there any secret
Klingon phrases I should know,

or do we just leap on each other
like a pair of crazed voles?

Quark, Klingon
mating rituals are very...

involved.

It's not just
a one-night affair.

Two nights.

Whatever.

Look, I'm serious.

Grilka and I,
we have something...

I'm not sure what.

But I want to pursue it.

- For sex?
- No!

Well, yeah, that, too.

But there's more.

She's glorious.

So I hear.

Look... if you're
serious about this,

then you have to take it
slow at dinner.

No innuendoes.

No staring at her cleavage.

So what do I do?

You talk.

You ask her
about her family's history

and their accomplishments.

She'll consider this
a great sign of respect.

Respect?

Okay, okay.

I can do that.

Anything else?

Grilka is from
the Mekro'vak region.

It is customary among her people

that the man bring
the leg of a lingta

to the first courtship dinner.

Make sure it's fresh,
as if you have just killed it.

Then use the leg to sweep aside
everything on the table

and declare in a loud voice,
"I have brought you this!

"From this day, I wish to provide
food for you and your House.

"All I ask
is to share your company

and do honor to your name."

Then what?

Well, either she accepts
your offer...

or she has her bodyguard

shatter every bone in your body.

Sounds reasonable.

So did your father
just sit you down one day

and say, "All right, Miles.

"It's time to teach you about
massaging pregnant women"?

It's an O'Brien
survival technique.

My mother hated being pregnant.

My father's massages
were the only things

that kept her
from killing everyone.

- Sounds like me.
- Pretty much.

She didn't swear in Bajoran,

but she did like to use what
she called "descriptive phrases."

Are those my uniforms?

Garak finished the
alterations and...

he sent these along.

He guarantees
the insoles will help your feet.

Ow, ow... ow!

That wasn't very convincing.

I think she's actually
enjoying it, Miles.

You better press harder
if you want her to suffer.

Harder, it is.

Ow, ooh!

You are a sadist,
Miles Edward O'Brien.

Was your father
this cruel to your mother?

Worse.

I'd swear sometimes you'd hear
her screams halfway across Ireland.

The neighbors didn't know
whether to be worried or titillated.

Oh...

here.

You miss Ireland?

You know, if you'd
asked me that a year ago,

I would have said no,

but lately,
and I don't know why,

I've been daydreaming
about home.

Maybe I'm getting
nostalgic in my old age.

Mmm.

You've got leave coming.

Take three weeks and go.

If I left, who'd give you
foot massages?

Take me along.

I can think of worse things

than spending
three weeks in Ireland with you.

Me, too.

Don't stop on my account.

Oh, right.

I'm not going to ask.

Look, I came here to
thank you for last night.

Grilka loved it -- all
of it -- everything I did.

Everything I said was perfect.

So, I know nothing
about Klingon women.

She said I had the heart of a
Basai Master -- whatever that is.

It is a poet.

A poet?

I guess I can live with that.

What else happened?

She spent about an hour
talking about her family history --

a rather long and bloody tale,

but what else is new?

Then, we ate the lingta --

which tasted really bad --

listened to some noise which
she called Klingon music,

and then I left.

A perfect evening.

Mmm.

Almost.

Her bodyguard was giving me
threatening looks all night.

That is to be expected.

The idea of a Ferengi
courting a great lady is...

offensive.

You know, it's attitudes
like that that keep you people

from getting invited to
all the really good parties.

"The heart
of a Basai Master..."

She said that?

Could I make that up?

I'm telling you, Worf,

she responded perfectly.

You really have the key
to this woman's heart.

The question is:

Can you help me unlock it?

Yes, I can.

We have work to do.

Quark.

Enough.

You say the words, but there is
no feeling behind them -- no passion.

Having to learn all this Klingonese
isn't helping my performance.

Do not think of it
as a performance.

Believe in where you are.

Put yourself in this place,
in this time --

a thousand years ago,
the dawn of the Empire.

500 warriors stormed the
Great Hall at Qam-Chee.

The city garrison
fled before them.

Only the Emperor Kahless
and the Lady Lukara

stood their ground.

It was here that they began

the greatest romance
in Klingon history.

- This is ridiculous.
- Ah!

I'm surrounded by corpses.

My shoes are dripping in blood,

and you want me
to feel romantic?

Why am I putting myself
through this?

Because later that night,
Kahless and Lukara

jumped on each other
like a pair of crazed voles.

Yeah?

One more time.

This is the fourth theft of equipment

from Upper Pylon 3 this month.

I don't know how
they keep doing it.

We've changed the security
protocols three times now.

It's not the security
arrangements that are at fault here.

It's our friend,
the Chief of Operations.

Miles?
What did he do?

It's what he's not doing.

He still hasn't finished upgrading
the structural integrity field

on Upper Pylon 3.

So half the bulkheads
are torn open.

A child could find a way
into those cargo bays.

Look, Miles is a very busy man,
he can't be everywhere at once.

Sometimes it seems as though
he's not anywhere at all.

He is doing a superb job under
very difficult circumstances.

Ah...

Growing fond of the Chief,
are we?

What are you talking about?
I've always liked Miles.

You've always liked the Chief,

but Miles is a different story.

Look, I...
I am living with him.

I am carrying his baby.

Don't you think that might
change things a bit?

How so?

We're closer.

It-it's like I'm part
of his family.

Which part?

What?

Which part
of his family are you?

Sister? Daughter? Cousin?

Could we concentrate on
the criminal activities report?

Of course.

And I'll refrain from making
any further disparaging remarks

about the Chief.

I mean, Miles.

This consorting with a...

Ferengi

is outrageous!

You forget yourself, Thopok.

You are the Commander of
the Lady's Guard, nothing more.

Do not presume to judge her.

Tumek, Maporian ale for two.

Mistress.

You are an interesting man.

I always thought so.

Not much of a
fighter, of course.

Fortunately for you,

they were only holo-warriors.

Well, it's the thought
that counts.

Yes, it is.

And what are your
thoughts, Quark?

Why play out one of
the most romantic scenes

in Klingon literature for me?

Why learn to speak Klingon

and observe our customs?

Why do you pursue me?

I only pursue those things
I wish to acquire.

"Acquire"?

Now you sound like
a Ferengi again.

I am a Ferengi.

That means I have a talent for
appreciating objects of great value.

And I believe

you may be worth more than
all the latinum in the Quadrant.

My Kahless.

My Lukara.

Mev yap, Thopok!

Forgive me, Mistress,

but I cannot watch
this any longer.

I will not protect a House
where you are welcome, Ferengi.

You are a coward and a liar,

and you have no honor.

So tomorrow, you will kill me,
or I will kill you.

Home two hours early?

You better watch it.
I'll get used to this.

Yep. They don't
need me anymore.

Home at 1700 every evening.

You're such a bad liar.

Hi!

Hi.

Sit down.
You look exhausted.

Bad day?

Miles, I think this woman needs
one of your famous neck massages.

M-my hands are pretty cold.

I'm not in the mood, anyway.

I can see the tension
in your muscles from here.

No, thanks, really.

Oh! Um, I'm going
to Bajor tomorrow.

Just for a few days.

Bajor?

Yes. I thought
I'd take the time and relax.

A friend of mine has a house
in the Musilla Province.

It's quiet, remote --
no distractions.

Perfect!
When do you leave?

Uh, first thing in the morning.

W-W-Wait a minute.

You can't go alone.
What if you go into labor?

Well, Julian doesn't think that's
going to happen for another month.

But he doesn't know for sure.

Miles...

maybe you should go with her.

- What?
- I can't go.

I have a botanical pathology
seminar tomorrow,

but you said yourself
things are slow in Ops.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Me neither.

Miles Edward O'Brien,
are you going to let

the woman carrying
your unborn child

go on a trip all by herself?

Are you two fighting again?

- No!
- Not at all.

Good.
Then it's settled.

Miles, let's pack your bag.

What if I just do what I did

the last time a Klingon
wanted to kill me?

I...

throw my sword away,
kneel down in front of him

and dare him to execute me.

Yeah.
He'll be humiliated

and slink away
like a scalded targ.

The only reason that worked
was because Gowron stepped in

and restrained your opponent
before he was able to kill you.

No one will stop Thopok.

Dax and I aren't even
able to attend.

So my choices are
to not show up,

be branded a coward
and lose Grilka...

- or die?
- Yes.

Oh, come on now! There must
be another way out of this!

You people have rituals for
everything except waste extraction.

You must have a ceremony
or a secret handshake

or something I can do?

I have an idea.

Oh, congratulations.

How do you feel?

Like a puppet...

and I have some complaints
for the puppeteer.

You nearly wrenched my
arm out of its socket.

The movement would not have hurt

if you were in better
physical condition.

Exercise makes me sweat.

You need to get some sleep.

If your body's tired tomorrow,

Worf won't even be
able to save you.

- Bedtime.
- Mm-hmm.

I cannot believe the lengths
I'm going to for that Ferengi.

I'm practically
giving him Grilka.

What is it
you see in her, anyway?

I mean, she's attractive,
but other than that?

It is everything about her...

the way she carries herself,

confident and strong.

She commands those around her.

The proud tilt of her head...

the way her face betrays
none of her true feelings...

the power of her voice.

And her eyes -- as hard
as separ gemstones,

and twice as sharp.

Sounds like you're
describing a statue.

What would you do
with a woman like that --

put her up on a pedestal
and clean her every week?

You do not understand.

If I were in your shoes,
I would be looking for someone

a little more entertaining,
a little more fun,

and maybe even

a little more attainable.

You are not in my shoes.

Too bad.

You'd be amazed at what I can do
in a pair of size 18 boots.

He's in position.

Quark, son of Keldar,
why are you here?

To... to ans...

To answer the challenge
of Thopok,

to prove my honor...

and to win the favor

of the Lady Grilka.

The challenge has been given
and accepted.

Let no one interfere!

Where did you learn to
fight with a bat'leth?

I'm a man of many talents.

No! Wait!

You damaged the optronic relay.

Can you repair it?

I don't know.

Well?!

I claim the Right
of... Proclamation.

I've never heard
of the "Right of Proclamation."

- It is a Ferengi custom.
- Then it has no place here!

I beg to differ!

I am as proud of my heritage
as your are of yours,

and I will not be denied the
opportunity to express myself

according to Ferengi custom.

He has shown
respect to our traditions.

We will do the same.

What do you need to do?

I must... make a speech.

About what?

About you.

Get on with it!

I do not know how,
but he is still alive.

You must work faster.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Uh...

to this end...
my blade soars...

through the...
aquarium of my soul,

seeking the kelp of discontent

which must be caught
so that the rocky bottom of love

lie in waiting with...

fertile sand

for the coming seed
of Grilka's affection.

And yet, does this explain
my need for her?

No.

It is like a giant
cave of emptiness

waiting for the bats
of love to hang by...

Well, I guess that's
enough talking.

Now, back to the fighting.

No showing off this time, Worf.

Just get it over with.

I was not showing off.

End it!

If you insist.

Maybe not.

Maybe...

I'll just pick up
your sword and...

Give it to you... I guess.

Thopok, your honor is satisfied.

I return your weapon
and discharge you from my House.

My lady.

Congratulations.
You did it.

What does she see
in that parasite?

Who knows?

But they're on the
same wavelength,

and at least Quark
can see an opportunity

when it's standing
in front of him.

He would have to be
blind not to see it.

Computer, bat'leth.

Oh!

So I guess we're going.

Looks like it.

Tell me about this...
this house we're going to.

It's a gorgeous
200-year-old cottage.

It's filled with antiques,

sitting in the middle
of a deep, dark forest.

It's got three fireplaces,
two balconies.

I see.

It's, uh, 20 kilometers
from the nearest neighbor,

30 to the nearest town.

Why am I not surprised?

It gets worse.

There's a view.

- Of what?
- Of the Holana River.

You can see it from every room
in the house,

and at night,
when the stars are out,

and you can only hear
rushing water.

It may be one of the most
romantic spots in all of Bajor.

That's it.
I'm not going.

I don't care what Keiko says,
I'm not going. You go.

I'll wait an hour and then I'll, I'll
tell her that you left without me.

That there was a miscommunication
about the departure time.

You think she'll buy it?

She'll probably accuse us
of having another fight,

of behaving like children,
but I can handle that.

The important thing is

that we don't go anywhere
near that place together.

You are absolutely right.

In fact, I'm going to go to
the capital and see Shakaar.

That's the best idea
you've had all week.

Have a good trip.

Thanks.

It would've been nice.

In another life.

Let's not even think about it.

All right.
Let's not.

Miles...?

Yes, Nerys?

Get out.

Right.

A compound fracture
of the right radius,

two fractured ribs,
torn ligaments,

strained tendons,
numerous contusions,

bruises and scratches.
What have you been doing?

You mean,
what have we been doing?

Never mind.

I don't need that particular
image running around my head.

I'll just treat you.

What happened to you two?

We, um...

Well, um, if you must know...

No!

No, uh...
I don't need that image either.

In fact, I'm going to stop
asking that question altogether.

People can come in,
I will treat them,

and that's all.

Please... have a seat.

I'll be with you in a minute.

You do realize that,
according to Klingon tradition --

According to tradition,
we have to get married.

But, as you keep insisting,
you are not a traditional woman.

The truth is, Worf,

at heart, you're not
much of a traditional man.

You might be right.

How do you wish to proceed?

I don't know.

You must have some idea.

You were the...

- Aggressor?
- Yes.

And now there are questions
that must be answered.

Mmm.

I don't feel like
answering questions.

Why don't we just take it
one day at a time

and see what happens?

I, uh, do not like the
uncertainty of that arrangement.

One thing's for certain...

you've stopped thinking
about Grilka.