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Morn, if you're not too busy,

I'd appreciate it if you did something
about that shipment of Livanian beets

you have sitting in Cargo Bay 3.

It's been there for
over two weeks.

It's starting to rot.

Morn!

It's a hologram.

Morn's been away on
business for the last two weeks.

You're slipping, Odo.

You should've
caught on a lot sooner.

You replaced Morn
with a hologram? Why?

- Evening.
- Hello, Morn.

That's why.

People love him.
He's like a mascot.

Everyone who comes in
here expects to see him

and if they don't, it doesn't
feel like home to them.

And that's not
good for business.

The last time he went away,

my sales dropped
almost five percent.

Oh.

Why doesn't it talk?

Do you have any idea how much
an interactive holo-projector costs?

Besides, it's a relief not to
have to listen to him go on.

You know Morn,
he never shuts up.

I'd trade this for the
real thing any day.

I'm sure Morn would be very
touched to hear you say that.

Morn!

No, it's just a hologram.

You look like you saw a ghost.

Turn it off.

Why?

We just got word.

Morn's cargo ship was
caught in an ion storm.

- Is he all right?
- Was he rescued?

He's dead.

- Did you bring anything?
- Hmm?

To the memorial service?

I didn't know I was supposed to.

Well, it's a Lurian custom to bring
gifts of food and drink for the deceased

so they have something to
sustain them in the afterlife.

Oh. Well, maybe I can
get something in Quark's.

I hate to think of the
big fella going without.

Morn was an excellent
sparring partner.

I will miss our weekly
combat in the holosuites.

I can't believe
he's really gone.

I did not realize he
was such a close friend.

Well, I used to have
a little crush on him.

Morn?

Well, it was before we met.
Besides, he wasn't interested.

What do you mean
he wasn't interested?

Oh, forget I mentioned it.

Is that a bottle opener?

Hmm. For Morn.

I thought it might
come in handy.

Very thoughtful.

This is unbelievable.

Look at all these people.

If you see anyone empty-handed,
sell them a bottle of Yridian ale.

Tell them it was
Morn's favorite.

Very kind of you
to do this, Quark.

I'm sure Morn
would've appreciated it.

It's the least I could do.

I'll miss him.

Sorry.

Can I get you anything?

I don't ordinarily
imbibe on the job, but...

maybe a Yridian ale.

It was Morn's favorite.

Oh.

Well, perfect.

What are you looking at?

Your respect for the
dead is heartwarming.

I'll have you know

Morn died without paying
this month's bar tab.

Oh, how inconsiderate of him.

We're talking about
a lot of money.

The man had quite an appetite.

You know he had
two stomachs to fill.

Ever watch him eat?
It was a beautiful thing.

Well, sometimes you don't

truly appreciate what you have

until it's gone.

It's nice to know you're so
worried about my welfare.

You should be worried, too.

Now that your mascot's
gone, business will suffer.

We'll see.
You might be surprised.

Jadzia.

Can we please drop this?

Everyone,
thank you all for coming.

It means a great deal to me

to see so many people
cared about Morn

as much as I did.

I'll never forget the first
time he walked in here

and sat down on that very stool.

It must've been...

almost ten years ago.

He still had his hair then.

I thought he was just another
customer passing through.

Little did I know...

he'd become such
an important figure

in my life...

in all our lives.

Morn was always someone we
could count on for a cheerful smile,

and an entertaining story.

Some of you might be thinking this
place won't be the same without him.

And it won't.

But this was his home.

And wherever he is,

I'm sure he'd want to know

that his favorite
bar still echoed

with the laughter
of his dear friends.

This was his chair.

And I think the greatest
tribute we could ever pay him

would be to make sure
that it is never empty.

Keep it warm... for Morn.

Every now and then,
Quark really surprises me.

Me, too.

Excuse me, Quark.

Not now.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I thought you should know.
I unsealed Morn's will.

He left everything to you.

Me? He left everything to me?

That's right.

Morn...

dear, sweet Morn.

Oh...

The poor fool actually
believed you cared about him.

I did.

I was up for hours last
night thinking about him.

Calculating his
net worth, no doubt.

We spent a lot of
time together, Odo.

We were obviously a lot
closer than I ever realized.

His financial records.

Is this some kind of joke?

What do you mean?

According to this, he was broke.

No.

How can that be?

He paid his bar bill at
the end of every month.

That kind of money must
have come from somewhere.

Well, he did have
his shipping business.

Maybe all his assets
are tied up in inventory.

Of course. Inventory.

I'll unload everything,
and use the profits to...

- Oh, what's that smell?
- Your inheritance.

Livanian beets. Very ripe.

What's in the rest of these?

More beets.

That's it? That's all he had?

I'm afraid so.

Except for the
contents of his quarters.

Maybe he spent all his
money on furnishings

and works of art.

Objets d'art.

Of course.

Objets d'art. Of course.

I'll hold an auction.

People will pay a premium to own
something that used to be Morn's.

Are you sure these
are the right quarters?

I'm sure.

Figures.

What's that?

That, I believe, is a matador.

No. That.

That's Morn's bed.

Morn slept in...

mud?

Hmm.

I'm told it's
excellent for the skin.

Thanks, Morn.

Just what I always wanted.

What are you doing in my mud?

Oh, I... I couldn't resist.

Morny and I had so
many happy times here,

I just... I had to slip in.

I'm sorry if I startled you.

I heard you coming in
and I thought I'd better hide.

Who are you?

Um...

Larell.

Morn's wife. Well, ex-wife.

Morn was married?

To you?

For two wonderful years.

You must be Quark.

Morny and I kept in touch
after we were separated.

He talked about
you all the time.

That's nice.

He told me that if anything
ever happened to him,

he wanted you to have
everything that was ever his.

Everything?

Everything.

Well, I'm glad you came by,

because Morny didn't leave
me much of anything else.

Why, I find that
hard to believe.

I'm as disappointed as you are.

I happen to know

that he had quite a
substantial retirement fund,

one that could make two
people very comfortable.

If you're partial to mud,
it's comfortable, all right.

I'm talking about the thousand
bricks of gold-pressed latinum

that he won in the
Lissepian Lottery.

A thousand bricks?

Mm-hmm.

Now that he's
gone, it's all ours.

What are you doing?

What do you think?
I'm looking for the latinum.

You must know where he kept it.

I didn't even know it
existed until you told me.

Well, I'm sure it's
somewhere on the station.

How do we know he
didn't spend it already?

I told you, it was
for his retirement.

Poor Morn.

He never got a
chance to enjoy it.

But that doesn't mean we can't.

I know what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Just so we're clear...

the latinum's mine.

He may have left
everything to you,

but I was his wife.

I could contest the will, and
tie you up in court for years.

Maybe.

But there's no reason
it has to come to that.

After all, a thousand bricks
is plenty for both of us.

It is a lot of money.

And as soon as we find it, we'll
take a nice long vacation together.

Morn would have
wanted it that way.

Of course, he would have.

The latinum's not on the station.
I looked everywhere.

Evade.

I even had my brother scan
for it with the internal sensors.

Well, at least you
have the painting.

Oh, forget the painting.
I want that latinum.

If you think it'll
make you happy.

Confront.

Believe me, it will.

This is the break
I've been waiting for,

and it's been a
long time in coming.

I want Morn's money.
I need Morn's money.

I deserve Morn's money.

Your move.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And the way it
picks up the light.

I wonder who came up with the
idea of suspending liquid latinum

inside worthless bits of gold?

Probably someone who
got tired of making change

with an eyedropper.

Are you going to play or not?

Where do you
think Morn put it all?

If you find it, are you really
going to share it with this woman?

I agreed to pay her ten percent
so she wouldn't tie me up in court.

That's 100 bricks.

What could I do?

Retreat.

I don't know, but there's something
I don't like about this whole thing.

I don't trust this woman.

Neither do I, but...

that doesn't mean I'm going to
keep her away from my lobes.

Just keep your eyes open.

Don't be fooled
by a pretty face.

Not me.

Of course not. Acquire.

Oh...

What a pleasant surprise.

Computer, lights.

Tell me... you like
surprises, Quark?

Only pleasant ones.

I like to think I'm pleasant.

- You think I'm pleasant?
- Absolutely.

Then I guess this qualifies
as a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing
in my quarters?

Waiting for you.

My brother and I were
business associates of Morn's.

If you've come for the memorial
service, it was yesterday.

Really? Was it nice?

It was lovely.

I understand you
inherited Morn's estate.

That's right.

We're business
associates of Morn's.

Your brother mentioned that.

He... borrowed
some money from us,

and we'd like the
estate to repay the loan.

Uh-huh.

How much money
are we talking about?

Oh...

One thousand bricks
of gold-pressed latinum.

I had a feeling you
were going to say that.

I need to see documentation
regarding this loan.

We shook hands.

We trusted Morn.

And I'm sure he'd want
you... to honor his word.

I'm sure he would,

but you have to understand,

Morn's assets are all tied
up in various enterprises.

I hope you're not saying
you don't have the money.

That wouldn't be good.

Uh... all I meant was it'll
take me a little while to get it.

So you do know where it is.

Of course.

You're not the first creditors to
make a claim against his estate.

We're not?

Morn was expanding his
business interests when he died.

His resources were
stretched somewhat thin.

As a result, the claims against the
estate are greater than the assets.

Obviously, you can't
expect full repayment.

What can we expect?

A percentage.

- What sort of percentage?
- Twenty.

We can't accept less than 80.

I'll make it 30,

and I'll throw in a
shipment of Livanian beets.

I don't like beets.

- We'll take 70.
- Forty.

And because I can see
you both have fine taste,

I'm willing to part with this.

One of Morn's most
treasured possessions.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Very nice.

We can't take less than 60.

Forty's the best I can do.

- Fifty.
- Sorry.

Fifty it is.

I'm glad we could come
to an understanding.

Me, too.

We'll be watching you, Quark.

Don't try anything.

Me? Don't be ridiculous.

What do we have here?

Computer, what is this?

A claim
slip for Storage Locker 137,

located in the
Station Assay Office.

A storage locker!

Thank you, computer.
You've been very helpful.

Morn, wherever
you are, I love you!

What do you mean I
have to open it in here?

Regulations, the contents of a
deceased person's storage locker

have to be inspected
by station security.

There's no such regulation.

You just want to
know what's inside.

You are so transparent.

I can't wait to see your face

when your deputies wheel in
my thousand bricks of latinum.

Ah, here we are. Thank you.

That can't be it.

Storage Locker 137.

Well... sometimes, good
things come in small packages.

Hmm...

will that be enough to
cover Morn's bar tab?

It's covered.

There's more where
this came from.

What makes you say that?

Take a look.

On the bottom.

Recognize Morn's handwriting?

"The rest is in the
Bank of Bolias."

Account number C-J-5-74-36.

Hmph.

This wasn't in Morn's
financial record.

Who cares?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to contact the bank

and let them know
Morn's legal heir

would like his latinum
delivered as soon as possible.

Larell...

I've been looking
all over for you.

I'm a busy man.

Not too busy to look for a
certain something, I hope.

Actually I haven't had
much luck with that.

Sounds like you
need a little motivation.

Oh...

I'm motivated, believe me.

It's just that it's going to take
some time to locate, that's all.

Mm-hmm.

Um... I have an idea.

Why don't you go back to
wherever you come from,

and I'll contact you
as soon as I find it?

I think I'd rather
wait here... with you.

Oh...

this is not a good
time for oo-mox.

Why? Don't you like it?

Uh, it's not that.
It's just that...

the sooner I find that
certain something...

Mmm...

the sooner we can take
our little trip together.

Mm, you're so diligent.

Most men don't know
how to defer gratification.

You don't make it easy.

Mm.

Good morning.

Level 17.

You're good.

But... I'm the only one the
bank's going to give the money to.

Yeah.

C-J-5-74-36.

C-J-5-74... uh...

This is my stop.

What's your hurry?

My brother has something
he wants to say to you.

I'm sorry.

About the painting.

He feels terrible.

No hard feelings.

That's nice of you to
be so forgiving, Quark.

Don't mention it.

My brother has a nasty temper.

I get upset.

It comes out when
things don't go our way.

I noticed.

That's why I'm hoping things
start to go our way soon.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, Quark?

I think I do, yes.

I don't like to get upset.

Don't worry.

Things are going
to go your way soon.

That's good to hear.

I'll keep in touch.

I really am sorry
about the painting.

C-J-5-74-36. C-J-5-74-36.

Bank of Bolias.

Making a withdrawal, Quark?

Let me guess.

A thousand bricks of
gold-pressed latinum.

Put your hands on your head.

Turn around.

All right, how much do you want?

And don't ask for
the full 1,000 bricks.

I already gave away
more than half of it.

Attempted bribery.

That should add a few
years to your sentence.

- What are you talking about?
- Let's go.

Go? Wait, who are you?

Lurian Security.

I have a signed extradition
order for your arrest.

Oh.

As soon as your station's
security chief approves it...

we'll be on our way.

What did I do?
What's the charge?

Conspiracy to intercept
government property.

Government property?

1,000 bricks of
gold-pressed latinum.

Wait a minute.

Morn won that latinum
in the Lissepian Lottery.

He didn't?

It was his bequest from
the Royal Family of Luria.

Oh...

Why would the Royal Family of
Luria give Morn that kind of money?

He was the crown prince.

Morn was a prince?

You didn't know?

Morn was a prince?

That's what I'm saying.

- Morn was a prince.
- Yes.

But he renounced the
throne when he came of age.

Well, I always knew
he was an idiot.

His family bequeathed him
the latinum when he abdicated.

But now that he's deceased,
it's legally theirs again.

Uh-uh.

He left it to me.

That will has
already been nullified.

He signed an agreement to return
the latinum in the event of his death.

Oh.

Do me a favor.
Don't tell his ex-wife.

I'm going to need
a little oo-mox later.

His ex-wife?

Larell.

She's here?

Mm-hmm. I just saw her.

- Is something wrong?
- Quiet!

Let me think.

Listen and listen carefully.

Larell has been trying
to get her hands on

the prince's latinum for years.

She's tried
blackmail, extortion.

I wouldn't be surprised if
she was behind his death.

She's always been nice to me.

The Royal Family
would like nothing better

than to see her behind bars.

If you help me apprehend her,

there'll be a
substantial reward.

What do I have to do?

When are you going
to see her again?

She'll turn up sooner or later.

If not her, then
those two brothers.

Brothers?

They said they were
Morn's business partners.

They claimed he owed them money.

Something tells me they
were not exactly aboveboard.

Whoever these brothers
are I promise you,

I won't let them get between
the Royal Family and its latinum.

And I won't let anything get
between me and my reward.

- Do we have an understanding?
- Uh-huh.

If I'm going to put
these people away,

I have to catch them trying to
get their hands on the latinum.

Call the bank.

Tell them to deliver it here.

Then what?

You stay out of sight
and leave the rest to me.

What are you up to?

Trying to fix this
optronic relay.

Wouldn't you be better
off working in a lab?

I'm keeping Morn's chair warm.

Ah.

Good man.

Where's Quark?

I'm in the mood for one of
his famous Til'amin froths.

You'll have to settle
for something else.

He's in the back,

and from what Broik says,
he's not coming out.

Sounds like he's taking
Morn's death pretty hard.

Uh-huh. He loved the guy.

Well, I better go test this.

I'll take over.

Oh, good man.

Anybody here?

What a surprise.

You got to help me, Quark.
Someone's following me.

Who?

Uh, two men.

Brothers?

Well, how should I know?

- That could be them.
- Don't answer it.

Believe me, I'm not planning to.

Sounds like they're
trying to bypass the lock.

Come on.

Computer, dim the lights.

Remind me to
invest in a better lock.

Gentlemen.

Quark, we've been
looking all over for you.

The latinum's on its way.
It'll be here tomorrow.

That's good news.

We were getting worried.

Expecting anyone?

You never know
who's going to drop by.

Don't answer it.

Sounds like they're
coming in anyway.

You should invest
in a better lock.

Whoever it is, get rid of them.

We'll be over there.

Um...

you'd be more
comfortable in there.

We'll be back there.

Why didn't you answer the door?

Oh, I dozed off.
It's been one of those days.

We need to talk.

What would we
need to talk about?

Are you all right?

What makes you ask that?

Well, you keep
craning your neck.

Well, look what we have here.

I bet the Royal Family sleeps
soundly knowing you're on the job.

Royal Family?

What kind of lies you
been telling him, Hain?

The usual.

You know each other.

It's been a long time.

Nine years.

You know, it must be nine years.

I see you're still a step
behind everybody else.

Leave him alone, Hain.

Hey, it's Larell.

I can see that.

What's going on here?

We're, uh, having
a little reunion.

We used to work together...

with Morn.

I guess that means he
wasn't a prince after all.

No.

And you're not a security agent.

And you're not
really his ex-wife.

Please... please don't tell me
Morn didn't have any latinum.

Oh, he had latinum, all right.

At least that part is true.

Ever hear of the Lissepian
Mother's Day Heist?

Who hasn't?

While the entire
world was celebrating,

someone broke into the
Central Bank and made off with...

One thousand bricks
of gold-pressed latinum.

Wait a minute.

You expect me to believe that
the four of you pulled that off?

There was five of us.
Morn helped.

Yes, but then he ran
off with the latinum.

Why did you take so
long to come after him?

Because we knew he'd
stashed it away somewhere

to wait for the statute
of limitations to expire.

And it did, two weeks ago.

You see, we can't be
prosecuted anymore.

So here we are.

The latinum's en route.

Maybe we should just split it up

and go our separate ways.

The voice of reason.

Not you...

us.

Krit's right.
We don't need him anymore.

So what do we do with him?

It should look like an accident.

We don't want anyone
asking questions.

Wait a minute.
You can't kill me.

I'm the only one who can
take delivery of the latinum.

You need my thumb print.

If you stand still, this
won't hurt as much.

Ah, ah, ah, wait a minute.

What do you propose, Nahsk?

That we walk into the Cargo
Bay with his bloody thumb,

and ask for the latinum?

We need him.

The only question is,

what happens after
he takes delivery?

We could split the
latinum... five ways.

That is what you would have
gotten if Morn was still alive.

That's true.

Think of me as Morn.

I can't believe
I just said that.

This isn't fair. We stole it.

He had nothing to do with it.

Maybe not, but the
bottom line is you need me.

A thousand bricks of
latinum split five ways...

what do you think?

It's still a lot of latinum.

That's 250 bricks each.

So do we have a deal?

- All right.
- OK.

The Bolian transport
arrives tomorrow at 1600.

We'll meet at the cargo bay.

We're staying together
until it gets here.

We are?

I don't trust you, and I
certainly don't trust them.

I see your point.

But I have a bar to run.

All right.

To your hospitality.

Don't mention it.

So this was Morn's
favorite place?

He used to sit right there.

Well, that's not very smart
sitting with your back to the door.

He was the trusting type.

Which one of you
killed him anyway?

It wasn't us.

Me neither.

Don't look at me.

Then it really was an accident.

Poor Morny.

He always had such bad luck.

Get rid of him.

We're closed.

At this hour?

Friends of Morn.

We're... commiserating.

I see.

And how long are
you going to be closed?

Oh, until about
1600 hours tomorrow.

We have a lot to
commiserate about.

I see.

Where were we?

There it is.

Right on time.

Uh...

I believe that's for me.

Open it.

Oh...

I'll count it.

Oh...

All right.

Somebody else count it.

Put it down, Hain.

My brother may be slow,

but if you pull that trigger,

he'll kill you.

I'm not slow.

Nahsk...

what are you doing?

We're family.

Just put the gun down.

Go ahead.

Kill each other.

Oh...

Security.
Drop your weapons.

Huh?

This is your last warning.

I said drop them.

I surrender.

Take her to a holding cell.

Get the rest of
them to the Infirmary.

Ah, there you are.

Are they gone?

From now on, you'll
be commiserating alone.

All your "friends"
are going to prison.

For how long?

Assault with intent to kill?

Long enough.

Then it's mine.

All mine.

What you are about to hear

is the most beautiful
sound in the galaxy.

Oh, that can't be.

There's no latinum
in these bricks.

What?

Someone's extracted
all the latinum!

There's nothing here
but worthless gold.

And it's all yours.

No.

No! No!

Quark? Quark?

What?

What do you want?

There's someone here to see you.

I thought you said they
were all going to prison.

You'd better sit down.

Morn?

Alive and well.

Apparently, he
faked his own death,

but I'll let him tell
you all about it.

Well?

No.

I don't want to hear it.

Not one word.

You set me up.

You left the latinum to me
because you knew I would do

whatever it would take
to get my hands on it.

You figured I could
keep the four of them

off-balance long enough for
them to turn on themselves.

This whole thing was a scam to
get them off your back, wasn't it?

I could have been
killed, you know.

And I thought we were friends.

I have to admit...

I didn't suspect for a minute.

Tell you the truth,

I didn't think you had it in you
to pull off something like this.

I just have one
question for you.

What happened to the latinum?

Of course. Your second stomach.

You've been keeping it
in your second stomach

all these years?

That's a lot of latinum.

No wonder your hair fell out.

For me?

That must be 100 bricks worth.

I don't know what to say.

Thanks.

Not that I didn't earn it
after all you put me through.

If you ever want to set
me up again, feel free.

You know...

you and I should consider
doing business together.

Two enterprising
gentlemen like us

could do all right
for ourselves.

Take that gold dust of yours...

it doesn't have
to be a total loss.

I hear there's some
primitive cultures

who consider it quite valuable.