All language subtitles for Star.Trek.DS9.s01e04.A.Man.Alone

Do you need me, Julian?

How did you know it was me?

There are different ways
to recognize someone.

The rhythm of their steps,
for example.

You are remarkable.

Julian, you and I
need to have a talk

about Trills and relationships.

Fine.
We'll do it over supper.

Quark has found me this
delightfully dry champagne

estate bottled on Korris I.

Julian...

What is this?

An Altonian brain teaser.

A brain teaser?

A puzzle.

A puzzle?

Mmm.

I love puzzles.

How does it work?

It responds
to neural theta waves.

The goal is to turn the sphere
into a solid color.

And that's all?

That's all.

I've been trying to master it

on and off for, oh, 140 years.

Would you care to try?

Yes.

Just sit comfortably.

And release your tension
into my hands.

Your hands, they're cold.

It's a peculiarity
of the Trill.

Cold hands, warm heart.

Concentrate on the sphere.

Clear your mind.

This requires focus
and clarity of thought.

I understand completely.

What is that exotic scent
you're wearing?

Focus

and clarity of thought.

Yes, yes, I have it.

I'm going to release it
to you now, okay?

Okay.

Computer...

transfer control
to second player.

I think your mind is still
a little busy, Julian.

Wel... So, are you
free for supper?

Ready, Dax?

Sorry.

Perhaps another time.

Maybe you'd like to try again.

Doctor.

Computer...

reset.

Business is good, Quark.

You're almost making
an honest living.

A lot of new faces.

Hmm.

The wormhole does bring
them our way, doesn't it?

Everyone wants a piece
of the new frontier.

And I'm sure you've
already tried

to sell it to a few of them.

We made the decision together.

That's not true.
That's not true.

What?

You decided and asked
me to agree with it.

Grapevine says Chief O'Brien
and the missus

are having problems.

I'll never understand
the humanoid need to...

couple.

You've never... coupled?

Choose not to.

Too many compromises.

You want to watch the
Karo-Net tournament.

She wants to listen to music.

So, you compromise.

You listen to music.

You like Earth jazz.
She prefers Klingon opera.

So, you compromise.

You listen to Klingon opera.

So, here you were

ready to have a nice night
watching the Karo-Net match

and you wind up spending
an agonizing evening

listening to Klingon opera.

That's exactly...

Keiko, sit down.

I didn't mean...

What could they
be going on about

like that, anyway?

She doesn't like it here.

Mmm. Who does?

Ah...

Don't even think about it.

I can so think about it.

You might as well try
to find a drink of water

on the Yadozi Desert.

Besides, I'd say
our new Commander

is interested in her.

Not at all.

I know for a fact
that when she was a he

you know...

before she got this new body...

they were old friends.

Things change.

All right, now here we go.

How long has he been here?

All right, one more time.

He came in on a transport
last night.

Oh...

Something to eat?

Just steamed azna.

Well, some things
are still the same.

If you'd listen to me

you would eat
steamed azna, too.

Dax, did I ever tell you
about the meals

my father used to cook for us
when we were children?

All the time.

Every night in my house,
my dad insisted

that we have supper together
as a family.

He would try out
his new recipes on us.

He used to call us
his test tasters.

Steamed azna would put
years on your life.

Dax, I don't want years
on my life

if I can only eat steamed azna.

Sautéed...

rolloped, fricasseed... fine.

But not steamed.

I've missed your steamed azna.

You must miss Curzon, too.

He was...

you were, are...

a mentor,
another father to me.

This happens to Trills,
Benjamin.

Sometimes our friendships
with other species don't survive

because of the change.

It won't be that way with us.

It's just a little uncomfortable
right now.

I suggest
that you allow yourself

to feel comfortable
with your discomfort.

Time can do the rest.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

Keiko...

Dabo!

All right.

I don't want you
on this station.

Yeah, well, that's too bad

because I have
every right to be here.

I decide who has rights

and who doesn't
on this Promenade.

You better ask your Federation
superiors about that one.

I don't have to check
with anyone.

You have 26 hours
to get off this station.

Look, I'm willing
to ask for a transfer

if that will make you happy.

That's not fair either.

You'd have to give up
your promotion.

Not necessarily.

I wish I knew
the right thing to do.

I'm just lost here.

Starfleet doesn't need
a botanist on this station.

Keiko, there's
a whole new quadrant

on the other side
of the wormhole

full of new plant life
to explore.

And ships going to explore it

and I'm not on any of them.

We'll be sending runabouts
through the wormhole.

I'll see to it you get to go.

I don't need favors from you.

I just need to be useful.

Just think how much
more attractive

this place could be
if you planted

some trees and flowers
in the Promenade.

You could even
create an arboretum

from the new specimens
we bring back

from the Gamma Quadrant.

Do you really want
to raise your daughter

in this place, Miles?

Kira to O'Brien.

Go ahead.

We have a nonfunctional power
transfer grid on level five.

All of the upper docking pylons
are out of commission.

On my way.

Hi!

What do you want, hu-man?

My name's Jake.

I know who you are.

What's yours?

Why do you care?

Not exactly a lot of friends
to choose from around here.

You know what I mean.

Nog.

My name is Nog.

His name is lbudan.

He used to run
black market goods through here

to the surface
during the Cardassian occupation

gouging his fellow men

who needed medical supplies
and so forth.

Some Bajorans actually
considered him a hero

but I saw him let a child die
when the parents couldn't afford

the drug that would have
saved her life.

A few years back, he killed
a Cardassian officer

who wanted a payoff
to look the other way.

He went to prison for murder.

I sent him there.

For murder?
What's he doing out?

The provisional government
let him go.

Killing a Cardassian

isn't considered
much of a crime nowadays.

Doesn't sound like there's
much we can do about it.

I can get him off my Promenade.

If he hasn't done anything wrong

you can't just arbitrarily
force him to leave.

Watch me.

Mr. Odo

you're not going to take the law
into your own hands.

The law?

Commander, laws change
depending on who's making them.

Cardassians one day,
Federation the next.

But justice is justice

and as long as I'm

in charge of secur...

If you can't work
within the rules

I'll find someone who can.

What are they?

Garanian bolites.

Come on!

I guess I know
the competition now.

What are you talking
about, Julian?

Well, did you have a nice dinner
with Commander Sisko?

Julian, Trills do not
look for romance

the same way humans do.

In fact, we find it
quite a nuisance.

A nuisance?

It's a weakness of the young,
and although a Trill host

may have these...
feelings occasionally

it is our wish
to live on a higher plane

to try to rise above
these kinds of temptations.

You said "try to rise above"

which suggests you
don't always succeed.

Julian...

Sisko to Dr. Bashir.

Go ahead.

We need medical assistance

above the bar in Holosuite Four.

Acknowledged, Commander.

I still have that champagne.

On ice.

Are you done with your shift?

Gym's not open tonight.

Help us!

Somebody help us!

Something is happening to us!

Get a doctor!

The door opened only twice.

The first time when the computer
logged lbudan's check-in

at 1700 hours, 16 minutes.

The suite was secured,
so no one else could enter.

He ran Lauriento massage
holoprogram #101A.

13 minutes later

the door was opened
for the second time

but since lbudan
obviously didn't exit

we have to assume
that's when the killer left.

Any evidence of a beam-in
during those 13 minutes?

No.

Well then,
how did the killer get in?

He might have
entered the holosuite

the same time lbudan did.

Cause of death's no mystery.

The knife was thrust

directly between the left
and right thoracic vertebrae

perforating the lower ventricle
of the heart.

The murderer apparently
had a decent knowledge

of Bajoran anatomy.

Doctor, I want you

to look for evidence
that could establish

that someone was
in here with him.

I'll do a sweep
for hair follicles

any skin or cellular
remnants and DNA fragments.

How many ships have
left since yesterday?

Hmm, two.

A Federation survey ship
and a Vulcan science vessel.

Advise all ships in dock

that departures will be delayed
until further notice.

And they were just looking
for trouble.

Those kids had no reason to be
hanging around the Promenade.

It's about the only place
they have to go.

We can't keep them
locked in their rooms.

This isn't like a starship,
Miles.

The kind of freedom children
have on the Enterprise

just won't work
on a space station.

There are too many ways to get
into serious trouble here.

What this place needs
is a school.

All ships have been informed
of the delays, Commander.

Major, do you know

Mr. Zayra, who operates
the Transit Aid Center?

We've met.

He was just telling me
something disturbing.

I think you should hear it.

It's just that the murdered man,
lbudan...

I spoke to him yesterday

about an hour
before it happened.

Where was this?

Quark's.

By the dabo table.

It was after his struggle
with the shape-shifter.

He told me that he was scared.

He was afraid
that Odo would kill him.

There isn't a more honorable man

on this station
than the Constable.

Maybe so.

All I know is, an hour
later, lbudan was dead.

Computer, lights.

This was lbudan's quarters.

Feel free to look around.

Double accommodations?

That's what he requested

but only one passenger
was logged in.

He probably just wanted
larger quarters.

If there's anything
else you need...

I want a record of all
the passengers on board.

Of course.

I'll get you a copy
of the ship's manifest.

Computer, how many entries
made from this terminal

during the last 78 hours?

Seven entries noted
in personal calendar files.

Show them to me.

Take me to Stardate 46384.

You won't get any argument
from me, Mrs. O'Brien.

When I heard what happened
this morning on the Promenade...

We weren't doing anything.

I don't want to talk
about this now.

It's this Ferengi boy, Nog...

Jake won't be having
anything more to do with him.

He's the only one here
even close to my age.

That's not exactly true, Jake.

There are 12 other children
on board

ranging from eight to 16.

The problem is, there's
no structured activity for them.

Don't you miss the schools
you used to go to, Jake?

No... I guess.

Studying alone
on the computer...

it kind of gets
boring sometimes.

You know, I've never actually
been a teacher, Commander

but it's something I've
always thought about doing.

As a Starfleet Commander
and a father

I think it's a terrific idea.

What do you need?

Uh...

some space.

We'll find it.

Computers?

You'll have them.

I hope you realize what you're
getting yourself into.

I can't force the Bajora,
the Ferengi or anyone else

to send their children
to your school.

And even if they do come

everyone has a different culture

a different philosophy.

I know I'll have to come up
with an innovative program

but I can't imagine any parent

not welcoming the news
of a school opening here.

Thank you, Commander.

If I hear of you
hanging around with him...

I thought you didn't want
to talk about this now.

These are the DNA
sequence analyses

the cellular spectrographs

and the particulate
matter tracers.

I asked Lieutenant Dax
to confirm my findings

and I'm afraid she concurs.

There were no new DNA traces
found in the holosuite.

You're saying nobody went
into the room with him.

Well, apart from those of us
who were in there

after the body was discovered,
this was the only DNA present.

And we've identified
it as lbudan's.

Wait a minute.

Ibudan goes
into the holosuite alone

Iocks the door.

Nobody transports in.

A few minutes later,
he's murdered.

How is that possible?

It's not...

unless the murder was committed

by someone who could get through
the cracks in the door.

Say... a shape-shifter.

It's a pretty neat package.

His calendar shows he was
planning to meet with me

at the time of the murder.

No one except a shape-shifter
could get into the holosuite.

And since I'd obviously
be called there

after the body was discovered

traces of my DNA wind up
at the scene of the crime.

Do you have
any kind of an alibi?

Major, I have to return
to my natural state

every 18 hours to regenerate.

To be quite honest about it

I was in a pail
in the back of my office

when lbudan was killed.

The killer might have known
your regenerative cycle

and planned the murder
accordingly.

Like I said, a neat package.

Who might want
to frame you for murder?

I can think of
about 500 different people

but I haven't seen any of them
around the station recently.

Do you think
that Federation doctor

could do a sweep
of lbudan's quarters for me?

See if he can find out

if somebody else was using
that second bed?

I'll send him
over there right away.

Thank you, Major.

Dabo!

You want my boy to go
to a Federation school?

Not just Federation.

I'm developing a curriculum

that will take
a much broader approach.

Little lady, little lady.

What do you know
of Ferengi education?

I understand you employ
a work-study approach, Mr. Rom

with apprenticeships
in a wide range

of business and economic fields.

We throw them
into the cutthroat competition

of Ferengi commerce

and anyone who survives,
graduates.

Are you prepared
to teach that to my son?

I'm sure I couldn't improve on
what you've already taught him

in that department.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I've taught him
everything I know.

It's so important
that we prepare our youths

for the challenges
of the future.

Exactly.

Consider the advantage

your son will have
over other Ferengi

once he's learned
about other cultures...

once he's learned
how others

run their economies

conduct business, negotiate...

You will teach my son
these things?

Knowledge is power, Mr. Rom.

It can't work.

He will not listen to you.

Why not?

You are female.

So?

My son cannot learn anything
from a female human teacher.

Let him try it for a few weeks.

He has nothing to lose
and so much to gain.

I don't think so.

Will you at least
think about it?

Yes, yes, of course.

Now, really, I'm quite busy.

Place your wagers,
place your wagers.

Get this lovely young woman
a drink.

What do we really
know about him anyway?

He's not one of us.

He isn't one of anything.

You know what
really bothers me?

This shifter was the
last Chief of Security

when the Cardassians
were here.

Yeah, he's the one
who caught lbudan for them.

Why is he still Security Chief?

You're right.

We ought to talk to Major Kira.

Nobody knows him
like I know him.

Let me tell you something.

He's an ill-tempered,
overbearing crosspatch.

But he was
no Cardassian collaborator

and he's no killer.

I can't believe
you're defending him, Quark.

You're his worst enemy.

Guess that's the closest thing

he has in this world
to a friend.

Security, huh?

Listen, I hear
what you're saying.

I understand your concerns.

We're not saying whether

he's innocent or guilty,
Commander.

All we're saying...

Isn't it reasonable
under the circumstances...

Thank you very much for coming.

Oh, this is wrong.

And what would you
suggest we do?

He didn't do it.

The man we have in charge
of a murder investigation

is the prime suspect, Major.

Those people have
a right to complain.

Even if he's innocent

it could still seem like

a conflict of interest, Kira.

You're going to relieve him
of duty.

I don't see any other choice.

He has been completely candid
about this investigation.

He could have covered his tracks
half a dozen times already

if he were guilty.

I appreciate how you feel

but the decision stands.

I'll inform him myself.

The only curious thing I found
were these seofurance fragments

near the matter
reclamation unit.

Dish, please.

It appears he was trying
to get rid of them.

Do you have any idea
what they're from?

I know exactly
what they're from.

A biological sample container.

I use them all the time.

What would lbudan be doing

with a biological
sample container?

Well, that I'm not so sure about

but when I analyzed
the fragments

I detected traces
of a complex organic structure.

Translate, Doctor.

It suggests lbudan may
have been conducting

some sort of medical
experiment on board his ship.

He wasn't a doctor
or a scientist.

Well, let's see what a standard

electrophoretic analysis
tells us.

What the...?

The complex proteins

are breaking down
into DNA fragments.

Now what does that mean?

It means...

we should set up
a bioregenerative field

to accelerate
the cellular development.

If I can reconstruct
the DNA sequence

it might just give us
an idea what he was up to.

Sisko to Odo.

Here.

May I see you in my office,
please?

Acknowledged.

Commander?

Sit down.

I am temporarily
relieving you of duty.

I'm sure the reasons
are obvious.

Who will be taking over
the investigation?

I've placed Major Kira
and Lieutenant Dax in charge.

Will that be all, Commander?

I want you to know
I don't personally believe

that you're responsible
for this.

Really?

Now, how can that be true?

You don't know me.

You have no reason to believe
I wouldn't kill lbudan

if it suited my fancy.

So don't tell me there isn't
some doubt inside of you...

some question
about whether or not

I murdered the man.

I simply feel
that putting Kira and Dax

in charge of the investigation

will be in everyone's
best interest

including your own.

I'll take care
of my own best interests.

That's him.

Yeah, they found his DNA...

I can find out
who did it for you.

Not for me.

Tell it to Starfleet.

I'm not in charge
here any longer.

Well now, there's a piece
of good news to brighten my day.

You better take advantage

of my absence while
you can, Quark.

Oh, I will, I will.
Count on it.

I'll have every
confidence man in the sector

on board by tomorrow.

You do and I'll...

What?

You're going to get sloppy

without me to keep
an eye on you.

I don't think so.

You've kept me on my toes
for far too long now.

Sure.

I've turned you
into a better crook.

Like it or not.

Quark, think you could use

a shape-shifter
in your organization?

Uh...

You had me going.

I did, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

You know, I've been
asking some friends

at Kran-Tobal Prison
about lbudan...

whether he made any enemies
while he was there.

Couldn't find any.

Mostly he stayed around
the Bajoran dissidents

that the Cardassians locked up.

It's growing exponentially.

We're going to have to increase
the metabolic field energy.

Just what is it
that's growing in there?

Aren't those DNA patterns
humanoid, Julian?

Well, that's what
it looks like to me

but there's a genetic drift
I can't quite put my finger on.

What was lbudan up to?

We're going to have
to wait and see

what this becomes
before we have a clue.

You can transfer it
to the larger field now.

Yes, Doctor.

Care for lunch?

Sure.

No, thank you.

Major Kira's waiting
for my report.

Just how many different lives
do you think she's led?

I don't even know.

He'll go... she'll go
through a list of them

then out comes another one
in a later conversation.

I'd guess that Jadzia
is probably the sixth host.

Has she changed much?

Changed?

From the last one, Curzon Dax?

I understand a Trill
integrates the personality

of each new host.

I guess I'll have
to find that out.

If I were to tell you
some of the mischief

he and I used to get into...

There was a time when
I was no older than you are

we were attending the running
of the Rujian Steeplechase.

Dax loves the races.

Anyway, there were
these gorgeous, seven-foot

Ruji twin sisters
that Curzon knew.

And he and I...

I guess we won't be doing that
again soon, will we?

You care for her
a great deal, don't you?

Dax and I
are just friends, Doctor.

If you're interested

you have nothing to fear
from me.

I mean,
if I were in your shoes

knowing Dax
as intimately as you do

I think I'd find her
hard to resist.

You don't understand, Doctor.

Dax used to beat me
regularly at bare fist

Juro Counterpunch.

Well, I guess you won't be doing
that again soon either.

Let's get out of here.

No, I'm not drinking
with scum.

I won't drink near this man.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, in a semicircle here
facing the module.

That's right.

Thank you.

Ah.

Here's Mommy.

Where have you been, Mommy?

I've been getting ready

for school tomorrow, honey.

Can I come to school?

Oh, I wish you could.

At least then I'd know
one student would be coming.

But you have
to wait a year or two.

How's it going?

We'll be ready in time.

In time for what, I'm not sure.

Aside from Commander Sisko

we haven't had
a firm commitment

from any of the parents.

What's this?

Just a little something
I replicated

on the way over.

Help Mommy to open
her present, Molly.

Come on.

Yeah, go on.

Pull.

Oh, Miles.

Thank you.

I want to see you standing

in the Promenade
tomorrow morning

ringing your school bell.

Murderer!

I better take her home.

Murderer!

Killer!

Don't you know
you're not wanted?

There he is. Get him.

You don't belong...

Murderer!
Shape-shifting freak!

Murderer!

O'Brien to Ops.

Security to the Promenade,
on the double.

Acknowledged.

Yes, sir.

O'Brien to Sisko.

I'm here, Chief.

What's going on?

We've got a crowd...
more like a mob...

outside Odo's office.

You better get down here.

Freak!
Shape-shifter!

Freak!

Shape-shifter!

Murdering shifter!

Shape-shifter!

Odo's inside?

Yes, sir. He went in
a few minutes ago.

The crowd followed him
from the bar.

I want more security here,
and I want them armed.

Aye, sir.

It's going to be harder
to control them

if the numbers keep growing.

We can secure all turbolifts...

slow down the traffic
onto the Promenade.

Good idea.

Julian, look at this.

The chromatin pattern's
changing.

It's definitely humanoid.

It's definitely
humanoid.

It's definitely...
My God!

Dax, I think I know what it is.

Run a chromosome analysis.

I think we're going to find
a gene-sequence degradation.

Shifter! Shifter!

Shifter!

Shifter! Shifter! Shifter!

Coming through.

What the hell do you people
intend to accomplish here?

We want the shape-shifter.

And what do you think

you're going to do to him
if you get to him?

He deserves to die.

'Bout time!

He's right!

How do you get a rope

around the neck
of a shape-shifter?

Listen to me.

You will disperse immediately.

Return to your quarters.

Return to your ships.

He's a murderer.

We want justice.

Do you?

Justice?

Really?

Is it justice you're after

or just some way to express
your anger, your fear?

Look at yourselves.

In an hour, you'll regret
what you tried to do here.

Do not condemn this man

because he is different
than you are.

We condemn him because
of the evidence.

Yeah!

Then take that evidence
to a court of law.

There will be no justice
served here today.

Commander!

Commander Sisko,
I believe we have

some new evidence to consider.

The man who was murdered
was not lbudan.

What?!

Come with me.

All right, break it up now.

Move on, people.

Let's clear the area.

You heard what she said.
Let's go.

Come on.
Back to your quarters.

Quickly. Move!

A clone.

That's what lbudan
was working on.

Creating a clone of himself.

And then he killed the clone

to frame me for his murder.

How can we be sure
the victim was a clone?

A clone has identical DNA
to that of the donor

but certain cloning
methods cause

a characteristic
gene-sequence degradation

which can be detected.

If you know to look for it.

We've matched
the victim's gene sequence

with the fellow in the jar here.

They're definitely both clones.

And what happens to this one?

In about two days

he becomes a living,
breathing member

of Bajoran society.

Let's hope he doesn't follow
in his donor's footsteps.

What about lbudan?

I have an idea
where to find him.

Computer, lights.

Who are you?

How did you get in here?

Oh, I think you know.

I warn you,
I'll call Ship Security.

Do that.

I have some interesting
questions to ask them.

For example, I'm especially
curious to know

how the name Lamonay S.

Came to appear on this ship's
passenger list yesterday.

That is my name

and I arranged transport
on this vessel.

Why should that be so strange?

You did not arrive on this ship.

No.

Well, just what ship did you
arrive on, Mr. Lamonay S.?

I can't find any record
of your arrival

on any vessel that has docked
here in the last three weeks.

I assure you, you are in error.

In fact, I think you
did arrive on this ship

and that you spent
the last few years

in a prison among
Bajoran dissidents.

One of whom I've
learned was a scientist

who was arrested
by the Cardassians

for conducting
experimental research

into tri-phasic cloning.

Killing your own clone
is still murder.

Commander's Log,
Stardate 46421.5.

Ibudan has been turned over
to the Bajoran authorities

just hours after his clone
gained consciousness

and began a new life.

The perpetrators
of the mob violence

have retreated
into their own business.

To my knowledge,
Odo has received no apologies.

Meanwhile, life on the station
has begun to return to normal.

Computer, what time is it?

0907 hours.

I guess you were right.

It isn't going to be easy.

Maybe it's just going
to take a little time...

Sit down!

Not next to that human boy.

I don't want you to have
anything to do with him.

We'll... try it
for a few weeks.

Please come in.

Uh, take any seat.

Try to be on time from now on.

My name is Keiko O'Brien.

I'll be your teacher.

Why don't we turn
on our computers

and access the files on Bajor
to find out a little bit more

about the people and
history of this world.