All language subtitles for Star.Trek.DS9.s06e16.Change.of.Heart

Sell at 20.

Is that a joke?

Do I look like I'm joking?

Oh.

Evade.

Discount the exchange by 15.

She has him.

She's down 50 strips.

Not for long.

What makes you so sure?

Well, Jadzia is playing
a very deep game.

Her strategy will become
apparent any moment now.

I see.

Selling at 35...

You have absolutely no idea

how this game is played, do you?

No.

But I have developed
a new appreciation for it.

Oh? Since when?

Since I married a tongo player.

But one thing
I am certain about...

she will defeat
the Ferengi bartender.

I don't know about that.

Quark's on a roll.

In the last month,
he's won 206 straight games.

Would you care to make a wager
on the outcome?

Oh, I wouldn't want to bet
against a man's wife.

Well, if you are afraid, I...

No. Name your stakes.

One bottle of bloodwine

against one bottle
of Scotch whiskey.

- Done.
- Increase.

- Evade.
- Evade.

Increase.

A sale at 50
and a purchase at 100.

Ah.

No.

Pretty big talk for a lady
who's lost 50 strips.

Are you afraid
I can't cover my bets?

Perish the thought.

I just hate to kick somebody
when they're down.

I'll buy at 100 and confront.

Well, if you're going to kick me

I'm going to have to kick back.

Unbelievable.

ESHta par'machkai!

I like my bloodwine
very young and very sweet.

Is he a friend of yours?

Just a fan.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to disappoint all your fans.

A full consortium?

Two hundred and seven.

A single malt

preferably something
from the Highlands.

I will need some time.

Oh, your credit's good.

Whoo, 207 straight.

36 strips
of gold-pressed latinum.

Did you lose a bet?

It is of no consequence.

I'm sorry about that.

I would rather lose a bet on you

than win on someone else.

Ooh, good response.

Are you still running
that drill tomorrow afternoon?

I was planning to.
Why?

Because I wanted

to recalibrate
the external sensors

before the night watch
comes on duty.

We should be done by 1600 hours.

Well, I think that'll work.

Oh, the Sutherland is going
to be here

the day after tomorrow and...

You were saying?

Nothing.

I don't feel
like talking anymore.

Kira to Worf.

Worf here.

Sorry to bother you, Commander,
but I need to see you and Jadzia

in the Captain's office
immediately.

We're on our way.

Jadzia...

get up.

I'm coming!

Hey!

We don't have a lot of time,
so I'll get right to it.

For the last two months

Starfleet has been receiving
military intelligence

from a Cardassian operative.

That operative has now sent

an emergency signal
indicating he needs

to speak to someone
in a face-to-face conversation.

In 13 hours,
he'll beam an encrypted

subspace transmission

to these coordinates
in the Badlands.

Who is the operative?

Intelligence told me
that his name is Lasaran.

But that's all they'll say
about him.

They did emphasize

several times that he is
very important to them

and that we should send someone

to the Badlands
as soon as possible.

So, with the Defiant gone
and most of the runabouts off

on exercises
with the Ninth Fleet...

We just volunteered
for a trip to the Badlands.

Afraid so.

The Shenandoah's prepped

and ready to go
on Landing Pad A.

Good luck.

No.

No?

No. I'm not going
to spend two weeks

hiking across Vulcan's Forge
in the middle of their summer.

I thought you always
wanted to see the Forge.

See it, yes.

Honeymoon there, no.

Well, there's a mountain-
climbing expedition on Andor

that caught my attention...

Worf... my love...

let me make this very clear.

I do not want
to spend my honeymoon

climbing, hiking
sweating, bleeding

or suffering in any way.

All right.
What do you want?

Room service.

- Room service?
- Room service.

I want to be pampered.

I want a staff to cater
to our every whim.

I want to be embarrassed
by the size of our room.

I want a balcony with a view

that would make you want
to break down and cry

from the sheer beauty
of it all

and I don't want to spend
one moment of our honeymoon

suffering from anything

except guilt about our complete
self-indulgence.

Risa.

Not this time.

Welcome to Casperia Prime

the vacation capital
of the Horvian Cluster.

You have been planning this
all along.

Well, it seemed fair.

You did plan the wedding.

Very well.

Room service.

Really?

Really.

Well, that was easy.

Did you want to fight over it?

No. It's just...

I didn't expect you
to surrender so quickly.

Surrender?

Bad word.

Very bad.

Okay.

But you have to admit

you've been unusually...
accommodating lately.

What is wrong with that?

Nothing.

It's just...

unusual.

Are you feeling all right?

I am a married man.

I have to make certain...

adjustments in my lifestyle.

Adjustments?

Worf, you're
practically easygoing.

What's next... a sense of humor?

I have a sense of humor.

On the Enterprise

I was considered
to be quite amusing.

Well, that must've been
one dull ship.

That is a joke.

I get it.

It is not funny, but I get it.

I don't know if I can get used
to the new you.

It's kind of eerie.

Your problem is
you cannot accept change.

I can't accept change?

That is correct.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I've changed bodies
six times, Worf.

Yes, but you are still
very set in your ways.

And look who's talking.

Well, I do not have to sleep

on the same side
of the bed every night

or brush my hair exactly 50
strokes every night

or eat the same thing
for breakfast every day or read

the last page of the book

before the beginning,
of lift up the...

I get the point.

I don't know how you can live
with someone so monotonous.

It is not easy.

That was a joke.

This is going to be
a very, very long trip.

Come in.

You're not dressed.

Is it time?

1700 on the dot.

We have the holosuite
for the next three hours

and we're going to
need every minute of it.

Three British agents
have disappeared in West Berlin.

Now, Ml5 suspects the Soviets
were involved, of course.

However, the Americans
have intercepted a, uh...

What are you doing
with a tongo wheel?

I'm brushing up on my game.

You play tongo?

Sure.

Well, I used to.

That is, I played a game
once, a long time ago

with a Ferengi privateer
and a Romulan mercenary.

Fascinating.

Anyway, the Americans
have intercepted

a series of messages
from Istanbul

to a remote island
in the South Pacific

which might indicate...

Let's play a hand.

Miles...

Just one hand.

Why?

I need the practice.

I want to beat Quark.

Good luck.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

Tongo is a game of strategy
and calculated risk.

I don't even know the rules.

Well, here.

All right, let's play.

I'll deal.

Shenandoah Log,
Stardate 51597.2.

We have arrived at the
designated coordinates

near the Badlands
and are awaiting

the transmission from Lasaran.

This is it.

A very sophisticated
encryption matrix.

Whoever he is, he's good.

Who are you?

I'm Commander Worf.

This is Commander Dax.

Starfleet intelligence
has sent us here

to receive your transmission.

A Klingon.

Why did they have
to send a Klingon?

I'm a Trill... does that
make you feel any better?

Are you trying to be funny?

Oh, not at all.

He's the funny one.

What is it you want?

We'll get to that in a minute.

First, I have something
that you want, badly...

information on the Founders.

I know how many of them
there are in the Alpha Quadrant

where they are,
and what they're doing.

We're listening.

I'm sure you are.

Now let's talk
about what I want.

I want out, now.

You want to defect.

The Vorta advisor here

is getting suspicious...
asking questions

making a lot of routine
security checks in my section.

I can't stay here any longer.

Very well.

We will relay your message
to Starfleet intelligence

and they will arrange
to bring you out.

I can't wait for them
to make arrangements.

In 15 minutes, I am leaving here

for the Dominion base
on Soukara

and I have a feeling this is
going to be the last time

that they let me leave
Cardassia Prime.

So I need to take advantage
of this opportunity.

Soukara is inside
Dominion-controlled space.

It will not be easy
to make a rendezvous

near that planet
without being detected.

Don't work your brain
too hard, Klingon.

I've taken care of everything.

Three days from now,
at exactly 1730 hours local time

I will leave the base
and walk into the jungle.

It'll be at least two days
before they know I'm missing.

All you have to do
is get me off the planet.

Now, there are transporter
scramblers protecting Soukara

so you can't beam me
aboard your ship.

You're going to have

to land and meet me
at a rendezvous point on foot.

I am sending you

all the information
you will need

to avoid the Dominion sensors
on the ground.

Follow my instructions.

Meet me at this rendezvous point
and have a ship waiting.

We've got the information.

It looks pretty thorough.

We will need time
to study these plans.

You haven't been listening.

I don't have time.

Once I leave here,
I can't contact you again.

I have to know
if you're going to be there

or not, and I have to know now!

We will be there.

How far I've fallen...

risking my life
on the word of a Klingon.

Three days.

Don't be late.

All right.

I'll buy at 30 with sales at 35.

Buy at 35, sell at 150

and index the margin
at ten percent.

Index the margin?

Miles, give it up.

This just isn't your game.

We'll see about that.

Evade.

Do you realize

that Quark has won
207 straight games of tongo?

So?

So, someone has to beat him.

And that someone is you?

Why not?

Well, for one thing,
you can't play tongo.

Confront.

Oh, damn!

Had enough?

Not by a long shot.

Miles, at this rate

it's going to take
you another 20 years

to be ready to take on Quark.

One more.

Why are you so determined
to beat him?

It's the challenge.

A challenge?

Isn't it enough?

I mean, why do you think
I became an engineer, huh?

The challenge.

What do you think's kept me
kayaking down the same river

week after week
for the last seven years?

The challenge.

Why would I keep playing darts
against somebody

with a genetically engineered
hand/eye coordination, huh?

The challenge.

Exactly.

I have to do something
to keep my mind off the fact

that Keiko's been away
for the last six months.

Hold on.

Maybe I can't beat Quark...

but you can.

You and that genetically
engineered brain of yours.

Me? I've only just learned
how to play the game.

Yeah, in about ten seconds flat.

We can do it, Julian.

We can beat him.

"We"?

You're talking about me.

Yeah, well, you're
good at calculation

but a little weak on strategy.

I'll be your coach.

No, thank you.

Think of it as a challenge.

That's your obsession,
Miles, not mine.

Do it for the latinum.

Nice try.

Do it for the satisfaction
of the look on Quark's face

when he's beaten
at a game of tongo

by a lowly "hu-man."

Deal the cards.

We are approaching
the Soukara system.

Stand by
to bring us out of warp.

Now.

There is an asteroid
field directly ahead.

That's what we want.

The Dominion's sensor grid
in the system has three gaps

and they're all
in that asteroid field.

Want me to slow down?

No.

Unless you think you should.

Not at all...
in fact, it could go faster.

By all means.

Ooh. A man after my own heart.

Most impressive.

Nothing that any
300-year-old pilot couldn't do.

We are being scanned
from the surface.

Taking evasive maneuvers.

Did they get a fix on us?

I do not think so.

Good.
We've come too long a way

just to get shot down.

If you take the helm

I'll scan the surface
for a landing site.

There's the base...

the rendezvous point...

and the Dominion
sensor perimeter.

There's a valley
about 20 kilometers

north of the rendezvous point.

It's a long way to go
on foot in the jungle

but I don't think we can risk

taking the ship any closer
to their sensors.

Agreed.

We have less than two days
to reach the rendezvous point.

About ten kilometers a day.

That shouldn't be too bad.

Do not underestimate
the task ahead.

We still have to penetrate
the sensor grid

and avoid the Dominion patrols.

I know.

Find a man in the middle
of an alien jungle

then walk him out
without getting caught.

Piece of cake.

Ready?

After you.

Okay.

Go to 25 joules.

25 joules.

Done.

That's it... we're linked.

Here. Check my work.

Dominion encryption
lockouts bypassed.

Tricorder link
to their sensor grids.

Life signs masked.

Nicely done.

Thank you.

Of course, our tricorders
will be useless from now on.

Well, there you go again

Iooking for the cloud
in the silver lining.

I am not complaining.

I look forward to walking
through the jungle

without a map
and no idea of what lies ahead.

Well, the funny thing is,
you probably are.

This is a Ferengi-only game,
gentlemen.

You let Dax play.

She's an exception.

The only exception.

You're afraid
I'll clean you out.

I'm afraid
you'll embarrass yourself

and ruin the game
for the rest us.

I think I can keep up.

The question is:
Can you keep up with me?

Don't try and scare me

with that genetically engineered
intellect of yours, Doctor.

Tongo is more than
just number crunching.

They have yet
to create the computer

that can master this game.

Then you shouldn't have
anything to worry about.

You realize...

we are not playing for drinks.

This is a high-stakes game.

We came to play.

Gentlemen?

All right.

The buy-in is five strips,
and you're dealing.

You better get off
to a fast start.

They won't know what hit them.

Buy at 300, sell at 350.

Ah!

You're a quick study, Doctor.

I'll give you that.

You mean quick for a "hu-man,"
don't you, Quark?

I would never say anything
so distasteful during a game.

No, you'd wait
until it was over.

Of course.

Evade.

Dax was a quick study, too.

She told me
it only took her two weeks

to win her first match.

That's practically unheard of.

Dax specializes
in the unexpected.

Still buying at 300,
selling at four.

I'd like to index
the margin at 20 percent.

Interesting.

She certainly did the unexpected

when she married
Commander Boring.

That's for sure.

When they first started
seeing each other

I thought, "This can't last.

"I'll give it two months."

I'll buy at 400...

and sell at five.

I had the same thought

although to tell you the truth,
I only gave it a month.

Confront.

She's a real heartbreaker,
that one.

That she is.

Leverage the buy-in

and sell at 550.

You know...

you go through a lot of ups
and downs in my business.

There are days when
the profits are down

and the customers are scarce

and you think you'll never see
another strip of latinum again

and then, Jadzia comes in...

and flashes that smile of hers.

Suddenly, things don't
seem so bad after all.

I know exactly what you mean.

You know, sometimes
she walks past the Infirmary

and all she has to do is wink,
and somehow, that...

makes my whole day
look a little brighter.

Focus, Julian, focus.

Shh!

I'll, uh, buy that 550, and...

index the exchange at ten.

And now she's married.

Married.

Out of reach.

I'm converting my reserves...

and selling at 600.

You know what's really sad?

What really keeps me awake
at night?

She's out of reach
because we let her go.

Yes, I suppose so...

but some things
just weren't meant to be.

Evade.

Julian!

Are you sure you want to...?

Chief!

Please... you know the rules.

No coaching during a round.

You're probably right.

But what if that's
a convenient rationalization?

What if deep down
in our heart of hearts

we both know
she's something unique

something
we may never see again...

a chance at true happiness?

And we let her slip
through our fingers.

What if, 50 years from
now, we each look back

and say, "What a fool I was"?

Confront.

Doctor?

Hmm?

Confront.

Oh.

Sorry. Um...

full consortium.

Total monopoly.

What?

You seem to be out of money.

Miles?

Busted.

Thanks for the game.

Welcome back anytime.

Wait.

Quark,
did you really mean all that

about Dax...

being my one last chance
for true happiness?

Doctor, you don't expect me

to show you all my cards,
do you?

You lost.

Whatever happened to "we"?

We weren't mooning
over lost love

with a Ferengi holding
a total monopoly.

You mean all that about Dax
was meant to distract me?

Obviously.

I can't believe
I let him get to me.

Ah. Well...

not your fault.

Genetically engineered or not

you're still "hu-man."

I guess.

Let's get a drink.

Ow!

Oh, let's not stand
on pride, shall we?

Trills don't like the heat

and Klingons
don't like the cold.

There's no shame
in admitting it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, how are you enjoying
your honeymoon?

Are you suffering enough?

Almost.

Is there anything
I can get for you?

More pain.

Less cold.

I don't know why that's funny,
but it is.

Mating call?

500 meters.

That way.

Well, that didn't take long.

Less than 300 meters.

Another happy couple.

When I was a boy

my father used to take
my brother and me

on camping trips
in the Ural Mountains.

Every night, we would
listen to the wolves

howling in the distance.

Nikolai was afraid of them

but I would lay in my tent
for hours, just listening.

I remember being seized
by the urge

to just rip off my clothes

and run into the night
and live in the forest

and become something... wild.

He must have been rejected.

He's moving away.

She's not happy.

What? They're getting
further away, aren't they?

Yes, but it is because
something is coming.

And it is close.

Jadzia!

Lie still.

I think I can do that.

Can I have the good news first?

No vital organs were damaged.

Oh. Now the bad news?

The disruptor burst

left an anticoagulant
in your system.

Oh. So you can't stop
the bleeding.

No.

Well, I must not have taken
the whole burst.

I'm not hemorrhaging
that bad yet.

Just keep me pumped
full of painkillers

and let's be on our way.

Moving could make
the bleeding worse.

Staying here isn't an option.

Someone's going
to come looking for them

when they don't check in

and I'd rather take my chances
on foot.

You ready?

You ready?

Ready.

Yeah. Let's go.

We are still 12 kilometers
from the rendezvous point.

And only 20 hours left.

Well, I guess it's time
we stop having so much fun

and pick up the pace, huh?

Oh, more plasma.

No, thanks. I'm full.

Your blood pressure
has dropped another 20 percent.

Love that bedside manner.

You know, you should
have been a doctor?

Your bandage will need
to be changed soon.

You know, I think I'd like a
blue chiffon bandage this time.

Maybe some rhinestones.

Something with a little pizzazz.

This is no joking matter.

You are seriously injured

and we have a great deal
of terrain to cover.

Just trying to lighten the mood.

This is neither the time
nor the place.

What happened to that new Worf?

You know, the one
with the sense of humor?

That was a mistake.

Oh, what is that supposed
to mean?

It means, if I had not
been joking with you

I would not have allowed
the Jem'Hadar

to get so close.

So, this is all my fault.

No.

It is mine.

I was trying to be
something I am not.

By letting down my guard,
by ignoring my duty

I allowed my wife to be injured

and I put the entire
mission in jeopardy.

That will not happen again.

That's not what happened.

Without our tricorders,
there's no way...

I do not wish to debate this.

We have a long way to go
and very little time.

Fine. Let's go.

Ready?

Hypo.

Oh, there.
Good as new.

I have to change your dressing.

That's four bandages
in two hours.

That has got to be
some kind of record.

Oh, sorry.

Forgot the new rules.

Nothing funny.

Got to be serious.

Life and death.

We've got a job to do.

Jadzia, I know you are tired

but we have to cover
three kilometers

before nightfall.

Can you do it?

As long as you got
those painkillers

I'll follow you through
the gates of hell, sir.

Hmm.

Oh, that was almost a smile.

When this mission is over,
I will smile all you want.

Oh, you promise?

I promise.

Then let's finish this mission
and get out of here.

Whoa. Oh!

That's all right.
I can stand.

Just help me get my balance.

Help me balance.

Or maybe not.

Let me guess.

Things aren't looking up.

There's been another drop
in your blood pressure.

And your neural EDL readings
are erratic.

So what's your prescription,
Doc?

Surgery... at a starbase.

Could I get a second opinion?

Worf, you have to go on
without me...

and I know that.

I understand.

My duty requires
that I complete the mission

regardless
of my personal feelings.

Absolutely.

You're a Starfleet officer.

So am I, and I understand.

The information
Lasaran has could be

potentially invaluable
to the war effort.

You don't have to explain to me.

I'm hurt. You're not.

And there's a job to be done.

I will be back tomorrow night.

Don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

I can have you
in the stasis chamber

on the runabout in 45 hours.

No problem.

I will leave the medkit.

Scan yourself with the tricorder
every half hour.

The plasma hypospray
will be set...

I took basic first aid.

I know what I have to do.

Worf.

It's been a great two months,
hasn't it?

Yes.

Jadzia, I just want
to tell you how...

Just kiss me and go.

What's the word?

She is still in surgery

but Dr. Bashir is hopeful
she will make

a full recovery.

Lasaran's dead.

Starfleet Intelligence
intercepted a transmission

saying that he'd been killed

trying to reenter
the base at Soukara.

Could you have made
the rendezvous?

Yes.

But yet you turned
back to save Jadzia.

Yes.

Were you aware that the
information that man had

could have saved
millions of lives?

Yes.

So what happened?

You may not understand.

Try me, sir.

You were at my wedding.

You heard the story
of the first two Klingon hearts

and how nothing
could stand against them

and how they even destroyed
the gods that had created them.

I have heard that story
since I was a boy

but I never understood it...
I mean really understood it...

until I was standing
in the jungle

with my heart pounding
in my chest

and I found that even I could
not stand against my own heart.

I had to go back

and it did not matter
what Starfleet thought

or what the consequences were.

She was my wife,
and I could not leave her.

As your Captain,
it is my duty to inform you

that you made the wrong choice.

I don't think Starfleet
will file any formal charges.

Even a secret court-martial
would run the risk

of revealing too much about
their intelligence operations.

But this will go
into your service record.

And to be completely honest

you probably won't be offered a
command on your own after this.

I understand.

I've also issued new orders.

You and Jadzia are not
to be assigned to a mission

on your own ever again.

And one last thing.

As a man who had a wife...

if Jennifer had been
lying in that clearing...

I wouldn't have left her either.

Hey.

I know you.

We have met.

Ah, you're joking again.

That's a good sign.

Did you make the rendezvous?

No.

I could not leave you there.

Not for Lasaran,
not for the mission

not for anything else.

Lasaran?

Dead.

Are you in trouble?

I have been in trouble before.

I'm sorry.

I should have kept going.

You have nothing
to be sorry about.

I know how much
your career means to you.

You come first...

before career, before duty,
before anything.

I do not regret what I did...

and I would do it again.

I don't know what to say.

You could say,
"Thank you for saving my life."

Thank you for saving my life.

And you could say

"I would do the same
for you, Worf."

Well... I'd have
to think about that.

Well, my career is very
important to me, you know.

And you could say, "I love you."

I love you.

And I love you.