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Captain's Log,
Stardate 51408.6.

I've been aboard the Honshu
for two days now

and I still
haven't spoken to him

although the doctors
have assured me

that he's made a full recovery.

Maybe that's what I'm afraid of.

Maybe I prefer to think
of him as a crazy man...

a broken man.

He'd be less dangerous that way.

As terrible as it sounds,

there's a part of me
that wishes he were dead,

but that's a thought unworthy
of a Starfleet Officer.

He lost an empire,
he lost his daughter,

and he nearly lost his mind.

Whatever his crimes isn't that
enough punishment for one lifetime?

I heard you were aboard.

I was wondering
if you'd make an appearance.

How are you?

Better.

The doctors tell me
I've made a remarkable recovery.

They told me the same thing.

Good.

I'd hate to think
they were patronizing me.

So I'm a war criminal.

In the Federation, you're
innocent 'till proven guilty.

So I'm told.

Do you believe I'm guilty,
Benjamin?

I haven't seen
all of the charges.

It's not like you to equivocate.

I'm trying to be fair.

You won't be tried
until the war is over.

Your appearance before the
special jury is just a formality.

And you'll be testifying
for the prosecution.

I will tell them what I know.

Care to elaborate?

Not really.

I see.

I never got a chance to tell you

how sorry I am about Ziyal.

Do I detect the fine hand
of Dr. Cox at work once again?

I told him I wanted
to offer my condolences.

I'm sorry.

The good doctor encourages me

to talk about Ziyal
whenever possible

since it was her...

death...

that brought on
my momentary instability.

I shouldn't be so suspicious.

It's all right.

Well...

we should be arriving
at Starbase 621

by noon tomorrow.

I will see you
at the arraignment.

Benjamin...

about my daughter...

you and Major Kira

took care of her
for almost a year.

I wanted to thank you for that.

It was very generous.

Ziyal...

was a very special young woman.

It was a pleasure
to have her with us

even if it was
only a short time.

A short time
is all she ever had.

Is there anything
I can get for you?

Hmm.

A bottle of kanar

and an Orion slave girl
would be nice.

I'll see what I can do.

Battle stations.

Damage control teams
report to Level 5-J.

It's confirmed.

USS Honshu was destroyed
this morning at 1030 hours

by an attack wing
of Cardassian destroyers.

Starfleet has picked up
the distress beacons

from three escape pods
and one shuttlecraft

so there are survivors.

The signals are
coming from this area.

The last reported position
of the Honshu was here

which means there could
be survivors in any of these

adjacent star systems.

That's a pretty large area.

How many ships in
the search party?

Two -- the Constellation
and the Defiant.

Two? It could take days.

With all the Dominion
activity along the border,

it's all Starfleet
can spare at the moment

and the Defiant has
another appointment.

In 52 hours,

you need to be at this
rendezvous point

outside the Badlands.

You are the escort
for a Federation troop convoy.

It will take 12 hours just
to arrive at the coordinates

where the Honshu was destroyed.

And 12 more
to reach the Badlands, I know,

but this convoy
is completely unprotected.

They've been using the
plasma fields in the Badlands

to hide their movements
and when they emerge,

they're helpless
without the Defiant.

Can't they delay the convoy?

I mean, if Captain
Sisko is still alive

we have to give
him every chance.

I raised
the same objection myself

and the orders still stand.

Now, every minute spent

arguing here is one less minute
spent searching for the Captain.

Prepare for immediate departure.

Worf...

there are over 30,000

Federation troops
in that convoy.

You have 52 hours,
not one second longer.

Understood?

Understood.

Defiant.

Benjamin, can you hear me?

- Dukat?
- Yes.

Everything's all right,

but don't try
to move too quickly.

The left side of your body
is covered with plasma burns.

We were in the brig

and the ship went to Red Alert.

We were attacked

by a wing of Cardassian
ships, ironically.

I was headed to Engineering.

Well, you didn't get very far.

A plasma conduit exploded

before you got 15 meters
down the corridor.

That's where Lieutenant
McConnell and I found you

when the order came
to abandon ship.

- Where's McConnell?
- Dead.

A piece of shrapnel
hit him in the head

just as we were carrying
you into the shuttle.

Any other survivors?

I saw a few escape pods

leaving the ship
just before it exploded,

but I had my hands full

just trying to keep
us in one piece.

The engines were damaged
from the shock waves

and I set us down here,

wherever "here" is.

But that shuttle's never
going to reach orbit again.

The shuttle's distress
beacon was damaged...

but I think
I managed to repair it.

So now all we have to do is wait
for someone to pick up our signal.

Whose signal
are you transmitting --

Starfleet or the Dominion, hmm?

It's a general distress call,
Benjamin.

Whoever gets here first
will find one comrade-in-arms...

and one prisoner.

That's fair, isn't it?

Fair enough.

Did you do this?

You shattered most
of the bones in your arm.

There was a bone regenerator
in the medkit

but I'm afraid
I'm not much of a doctor

so I just put on the cast.

You did plenty.

Thank you.

We have enough field rations
to last us a few weeks,

but I'd feel
better if I could locate

another source
of food and water.

The surface is inhospitable,
to say the least,

but I did manage to find
some firewood and kindling

so there's a good chance
there's edible vegetation

out there --
I just have to find it.

You could have left me behind.

Why didn't you?

I didn't want to.

I'll be back within the hour.

What are you planning
to do with him?

The Captain and I have
a lot to talk about.

- Such as?
- It's of a personal nature.

I see.

You're going
to share your feelings

of loneliness and sorrow

with your long-time adversary.

Dr. Cox would be so proud.

Go away.

You should kill him now
while you still can.

That won't be necessary.

He's in no condition
to challenge me.

I can afford to be patient.

You should kill him.

I don't care for your tone!

Spare me your endless posturing.

You're lucky I
speak to you at all

after that pathetic display
back at the hospital.

That's enough.

Oh, I see.
It's a sensitive topic.

I wonder what Captain
Sisko would think

if he'd seen you
curled up in a ball

crying yourself
to sleep every night.

Stop it!

I doubt he'd still have
the same respect for you

if he'd heard you screaming
and screaming and screaming

like a madman 'till
the nurses came

and the doctors
had to sedate you.

No!

Is that breakfast?

Possibly.

Good morning.

Morning.

What's it like outside?

Oh, the wind has died down

and the temperature
has gone up 20 degrees.

I rather like it

but I think you'll
be more comfortable

in here where it's cooler.

Too much.

I'm doing the cooking here,
thank you.

Pardon me.

You're not the only officer who
learned how to cook, you know.

How are you feeling?

- A little better.
- Good.

After last night,
I was beginning to get worried.

Last night?

You don't remember?

Now that you mention it,
I remember waking up

and I was feeling
a little dizzy.

You had a bout of nausea.

Not exactly a little bout.

Oh. I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I've had to clean up
a lot worse in my time.

Once, when I was a newly
minted glinn on the Kornaire,

I had to help
clean out a compartment

where three men had gone through
an explosive decompression.

I didn't sleep for a week
after that.

Let's change the subject.

The Emissary has spoken.

Oh, come on, Benjamin.

Have a sense of humor
about all this.

I'm not in much
of a joking mood.

Well, that's a shame because
there's so much to laugh about.

You don't see it, do you?

Benjamin, just a few hours ago

I was a prisoner
on my way to trial

and you were my dear old friend

come to visit me in my cell.

Now look at us.

I'm free, and you're a prisoner
of your own battered body,

and there's a good chance

we'll be rescued
by the Dominion.

You've got to
laugh at a universe

that allows such radical shifts
in fortune, Benjamin.

I will laugh when
a Federation starship arrives

and puts you back in a cell.

Whatever you say.

What?

Nothing.

It's probably just the wind.

How is it?

Needs salt.

There's probably some
in one of the ration packs.

You know... we didn't get
much of a chance

to catch up before the attack.

How is everybody
on what I'm sure

you're once again calling
Deep Space 9?

Odo and... Kira?
Quark?

They're all fine.

And, no, they don't miss you.

Perhaps not.

They never really did
give me much of a chance.

They were too busy
plotting my downfall.

Pepper.

If you only want me to tell you

what you want
to hear, just say so.

Well, I hope
they at least told you

that my policies
toward the Bajorans

were most generous this time.

They told me Weyoun didn't
give you much of a choice.

Major Kira knows full well
I made every effort

to heal the wounds
between Cardassia and Bajor.

Since the very beginning,

it was my intention to rectify
the mistakes of the past

and begin a new chapter
in our relations.

Are you going
to put that in my soup?

Oh.

Well?

Better.

You're not going to give me
the benefit of the doubt,

are you, Benjamin?

Do you really care what I think?

Don't you care what
your old friends think of you?

Dukat, we're not old friends.

You saved my life
and I'm grateful,

but that's as far as it goes.

You keep hearing something.

Are you sure
there's nothing out there?

It's just the wind.

I'm certain.

But I'm going to double-check,
just to make sure.

No. I won't do it -- not yet.

You're wasting time.

It's my time to waste, Damar.

Remember your place.

I mean no disrespect --
you know that --

but without you,

the war will be lost
and Cardassia will lie in ruins.

Don't let this one man stand
in the way of your final triumph.

I have to know
that he respects me.

I think I've earned it.

Of course you have.

He's just trying to deny you the
satisfaction of hearing him say it.

You know in your heart
he secretly admires you.

Isn't that enough?

Kill him and be done with it.

Think of it...

the leader of Cardassia

bringing the dead body
of the Emissary back

to the Bajoran people.

They'll take it as a sign that the
Prophets have abandoned them.

The Shakaar government
will be overthrown

and the Federation position
on Terok Nor

will become untenable.

Very tempting thought.

You've made
some good points, Damar,

but there will be time enough
for all of that later.

It's all right.

I know you have
my best interests at heart.

I wanted to get
some water out of the kit.

Oh.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Oh...

Anything out there?

Hmm? Uh, no. No.

Some rocks slid down the cliff.

I think something's wrong
with the com system.

Oh?

It was beeping a second ago.
It might need recalibrating.

I'll check.

Well...

everything's fine.

The unit's still on line.

If you open up the casing,

you'll be able to run
a full diagnostic.

Better safe than sorry.

You're right.

Ah...

Nothing to worry about.

It's working fine.

That's all I wanted to know.

Ship's Log, supplemental.

We have picked up a total
of 12 Honshu survivors so far,

but there is still
no sign of Captain Sisko.

We have less than 12 hours

before we must
abandon the search.

Damn.

Commander, I'm picking up
a distress signal.

Good evening.

Pleasant dreams, I hope.

I don't remember.

Is it still dark out?

I do apologize

for bringing you
to such a gloomy latitude.

The nights seem
to last 18 hours,

the days less than five.

Sit up.

Well, looks like you're
planning a long stay.

Oh, no, not at all.

Someone's bound to pick up
our signal any time now

but I see no reason
why we shouldn't be comfortable

in the meantime.

How's that?

That's just fine, thank you.

Good.

Ah!

Much better, hmm?

You know,

when I was out there
in the shuttle just now,

it occurred to me

that the Bajorans
would be very confused

if they could see us here

sharing the same food,

the same hardships.

What do you think they would say
if they knew

the Emissary of the Prophets
and the evil Gul Dukat

were sitting here, together,

getting along
just like the two old friends

that they really are?

Oh... I... forgot.

You don't think of me
as your old friend,

do you, Benjamin?

It's all right.

There's no one here.

Just the two of us.

No one to impress.

No one to judge what you say.

We can be honest
with each other.

So tell me...

what do you really

think of me?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think you're
an evil, sadistic man

who should have been tried
as a war criminal years ago --

put up against a wall and shot.

You probably agree
with Major Kira,

don't you, Benjamin?

I am the former
Prefect of Bajor --

an evil man who sent thousands
of Bajorans to their deaths

to satisfy his own
sadistic desires, hmm?

Of course, he agrees with me

and it was millions.

I don't think there's any point
in discussing this.

I do.

My name and reputation
have been slandered and twisted

ever since the end of
the occupation of Bajor.

I have been vilified...

by ignorant, small-minded people

throughout the Quadrant
for the past six years.

I just want to know
if you're one of them, Benjamin.

I wasn't there
during the occupation.

I didn't see all the things

you had to struggle with
day after day.

I don't think
I can pass judgment.

He just doesn't
want to anger you.

He really thinks
you're a vicious

cold-blooded killer,
Dukat, and so do I.

I don't care what you think,

so I suggest you keep
your opinions to yourself.

I don't think you're being
entirely honest with me, Benjamin.

You're not a man who hesitates
to make snap judgments

when the situation calls for it.

It's one of the signs
of a good commander.

Now, I'm asking
for your opinion of me,

and I'd find it hard to believe
you don't have one.

All right.

I think you're right.

You have been judged unfairly.

I've judged you unfairly,

but I think you probably had

good reasons
for everything you did on Bajor.

Yes. Yes. That's it, exactly.

I had good reasons.

Some of the harsher actions
I took

were forced on me
by Central Command.

I wanted to use
entirely different tactics

with the Bajorans.

I wanted to rule
with a softer hand,

but my superiors
didn't see it that way.

You were a soldier, and you
had to carry out your orders.

Precisely.

You are such a fool!

Leave us alone!

This doesn't concern you!

He's patronizing you.

"You were a soldier

and you had
to carry out your orders."

He doesn't believe that lame
excuse any more than I do.

This is growing tiresome.

Dukat?

Dukat!

I thought you wanted
to talk to me.

Yes!

But Nerys won't
leave well enough alone.

She's always interfering,
always trying to upset me!

Maybe we should just ignore her.

Let's pretend that
the Major's not even here.

I'm picking up two humanoid
life-forms on the surface.

Bridge to Transporter Room.

There's no reason to get upset.

We're just talking.

Two old soldiers
talking around the campfire.

I'm going to
enjoy watching this.

He's going to beat you, Dukat.

He's going to escape

and go back to DS9
and his friends

and we're all going
to have a good, long laugh

at your expense.

Enough!

I've locked onto them.

Transporter Room to Bridge.

We have the survivors on board.

Two women --

an Ensign and a Lieutenant.

Dr. Bashir
is checking them now.

That must have been
very uncomfortable, Benjamin.

Look at that.

One of the tines is missing.

How did that happen?

Did you break it off?

But why would you want
a small, thin piece of met...

Unless you needed a tool.

I see you've been busy.

A little repair work

while I was gone.

Very thoughtful.

Worf!

What is it?

I thought I picked up another
distress signal, but now it's gone.

You know, Benjamin,

I thought we had established

a level of trust between us,

but I was wrong.

If there's one thing

I can't abide, it's betrayal.

Our rescue efforts
have been delayed.

If we could just have
a few more hours.

The troop convoy
will be completely unprotected...

when they... the plasma...

...strict radio silence.

...they can acknowledge
our signal even if...

...sorry, Worf,
but you're going to have...

your search and...

I'm sorry, Captain.

There's some kind
of subspace interference

between us and the station.

I'll keep trying.

I couldn't understand
a word Kira said.

Too much interference.

It looks to me
like we're on our own.

I could understand
what she was trying to say.

What about you, Chief?

Did you understand?

No, I couldn't understand
a word.

Well, it doesn't really matter
what we think.

Commander Worf is Captain here.

We all know
what Major Kira's orders were.

It would be dishonorable
to ignore them.

You will forgive me...

if I don't consider
your honor...

to be worth
Captain Sisko's life.

You may leave the Bridge,
Doctor.

Helm.

Set a course
for the third planet.

Aye, Captain.

You brought it
on yourself, you know.

Just like all your victims.

All my victims.

It always comes back
to that, doesn't it?

All my crimes.

I'm such a monster,

such an evil man.

Behold... Benjamin Sisko...

supreme arbiter of right
and wrong in the universe...

a man of such high moral caliber

that he can sit in judgment

on all the rest of us.

What the hell do you want
from me?!

My approval?

Is that what this is all about?

You want me to give you
my permission

to cause more suffering
and death?

Well, if that's
what you're after,

you might as well
pull out that phaser

and end this right now

because I will never
give it to you!

Good! Good. I like this.

No more pretense.

No games.

Just you, me and the truth.

What do you know
about the truth?

You bend the truth
into whatever shape suits you.

Judge Sisko hands down
another ruling.

But where's his evidence?

All right.

You really want to do this?

- Here? Now?
- Yes!

Okay.

Okay. Let's do it!

You were Prefect of Bajor
during the occupation.

- True or false?
- True.

And you were responsible
for everything

that happened
under your command.

- True or false?
- True.

So that means
that you are responsible

for the murder of over five
million Bajorans on your watch.

- True or false?!
- False.

I tried to save lives
during my administration.

- Evidence?!
- Evidence!

He wants evidence.

By the time I became Prefect,

the occupation had been going on
for almost 40 years

but the planet still wasn't
ready for full-scale colonization.

Central Command
wanted the situation resolved

and they didn't care
how it was done.

I was convinced
that a gentler hand

was required to deal
with the Bajorans.

It was a noble,
if misguided vision.

So in my first official
act as Prefect,

I ordered
all labor camp commanders

to reduce their output quotas
by 50 percent.

Then I reorganized
the camps themselves.

Child labor was abolished.

Medical care was improved.

Food rations were increased.

At the end of one month
of my administration,

the death rate had dropped
by 20 percent.

Now, how did the Bajorans
react to all this?

On my one-month anniversary,

they blew up
an orbital dry dock...

killing over 200 Cardassian
soldiers and workers.

We didn't want a reconciliation.

We wanted to destroy you.

So I had to order a response.

But even then,
it was a carefully-tempered one.

I ordered 200 suspected members
of the resistance

rounded up and executed.

200 lives for 200 lives.

That's justice, not malevolence.

Justice.

The Dominion would have
never been so generous.

But did I give up my efforts
to reach out to the Bajorans?

No. I tried again,

and what did I get
for my troubles?

An assassination attempt...
on my own station.

Another round of executions
followed --

once again, courtesy
of the Bajoran resistance.

We never wanted peace.

We hated you.
We hated all of you.

On and on it went,

year after blood-soaked year.

Time and again,
I would reach out

with an open hand of friendship,

and time and again

they would slap it away.

The Bajorans understand
a clenched fist,

not an open hand.

Being reasonable
only made us bolder.

The Dominion would have killed

every man, woman and
child on Bajor long ago.

I hope you're
listening to all this.

Oh, believe me...
you have my undivided attention.

Now, let me get this straight.

You're not responsible

for what happened
during the occupation,

the Bajorans are, hmm?

Yes.

Yes!

Exactly.

So, why do you think they didn't

appreciate this rare opportunity
you were offering them, hmm?

Oh, because...

they were blind, ignorant fools.

If only they had
cooperated with us,

we could have turned
their world into a paradise.

From the moment
we arrived on Bajor,

it was clear
that we were the superior race,

but they couldn't accept that.

They wanted
to be treated as equals

when they most certainly
were not.

Militarily, technologically,
culturally --

we were almost a century
ahead of them in every way.

We did not choose to be
the superior race.

Fate handed us that role,

and it would have been
so much easier on everyone

if the Bajorans had simply
accepted their role.

But, no...
day after day,

they clustered in their temples
and prayed for deliverance,

and night after night,
they planted bombs

outside of our homes.

Pride...

stubborn, unyielding pride.

From the servant girl
that cleaned my quarters,

to the condemned man
toiling in a labor camp,

to the terrorist skulking through
the hills of Dahkur Province...

they all wore their
pride like some...

twisted badge of honor.

And you hated them for it.

Of course I hated them!
I hated everything about them!

Their superstitions
and their cries for sympathy,

their treachery and their lies,

their smug superiority and
their stiff-necked obstinacy,

their earrings and their
broken, wrinkled noses.

You should have killed them all,
hmm?

Yes!

Yes!

That's right, isn't it?!

I knew it.

I've always known it.

I should have killed
every last one of them.

I should have turned their
planet into a graveyard

the likes of which
the galaxy had never seen!

I should have killed them all.

And that is why...

you're not an evil man.

Do it!

I'm so glad we had
this time together, Benjamin,

because we won't be seeing
each other for a while.

I have unfinished business
on Bajor.

They thought I was their enemy.

They don't know what it is
to be my enemy, but they will.

From this day forward,

Bajor is dead!

All of Bajor!

And this time,

even their Emissary
won't be able to save them!

It's time.

Plot a course out of the system.

Full impulse.

Once we've cleared
the outer planets,

head for the
rendezvous coordinates...

maximum warp.

Course laid in.

Engaging impulse engines.

Captain,
I'm picking up a signal.

It's from Gul Dukat.

Ship's Log, Stardate 51413.6.

We have rescued Captain Sisko,

but we did not have time
to locate Gul Dukat's shuttle.

We are now en route
to our rendezvous

with the troop convoy
near the Badlands

and the Captain
is recovering in Sick Bay.

Benjamin?

I've notified Starfleet
of Dukat's last known position.

They'll find him.

No, they won't.

You know, old man,

sometimes life seems
so complicated...

nothing is truly good
or truly evil.

Everything seems to be
a shade of gray.

And then, you spend some time
with a man like Dukat,

and you realize that there is
such a thing as truly evil.

To realize that is one thing.

To do something about it
is another.

So, what are you going to do?

I'll tell you
what I'm not going to do.

I'm not going
to let him destroy Bajor.

I fear no evil.

From now on,

it's him...

or me.