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Anything yet?

Should be here any minute.

Running a little late.

This is no way to start a relationship.

Hi, Ezri.

So, how's Odo?

Oh, his body shows no signs of the changeling disease.

I believe he's cured.

Oh, that's great.

Yes, in fact, um...

I'm going to discharge him this afternoon.

That's... that's really great.

Yeah.

I don't get it.

He's interested, she's interested.

What's the problem?

He is an overgrown child

and she is very... confused.

It could still work.

She's here.

On-screen.

I didn't know we were getting another Defiant-class ship.

That's what happens when you miss staff meetings.

Looks... just like her.

Let's hope she fights like her.

All hands, attention to orders.

From Starfleet Headquarters, Office of the Admiralty

to Captain Benjamin L. Sisko.

As of this date, you are requested and required

to take command of USS Sao Paulo.

Signed, Vice Admiral William J. Ross, Stardate 52861.3.

Computer, transfer all command codes to Captain Sisko.

Command codes transferred.

I relieve you, sir.

I stand relieved.

She's all yours, Ben. You've a fine ship here.

She has some... big shoes to fill.

I hate the carpet. I do.

Oh, uh, by the way

there's, uh, something else on that padd

that might interest you.

Special Dispensation

from the Chief of Starfleet Operations

to change the name from Sao Paulo

to Defiant.

The Breen are going to be in for a surprise

when they train their energy-dampening weapons

on this beauty, huh?

The shield generators have been completely reconfigured.

Let's go look.

You know what?

I, uh, want to check out my Sick Bay.

Well, I'll let you two get acquainted.

Hello, ship.

Cardassia.

It's as beautiful as I remember.

It won't be beautiful to my eyes until the Dominion is gone.

Orbital Traffic Control is asking for our security clearance.

I'll handle it.

We're taking a big risk coming here.

I hope it's worth it.

Gul Revok and Legate Goris

are ready to bring their troops over to our side.

That's over a half a million men.

If we can convince Gul Seltan to join us as well

that's another 100,000.

I think that is worth the risk.

And you're sure you want me around?

Before they join us, they'll want assurances

that the Federation will support them.

We've been cleared for standard orbit.

Do you have transport coordinates?

Yes. Transporter room is standing by.

Then the Bridge is yours, Seskal.

Good luck.

- Is that all of them? - Yes, sir.

Check the other side of the cave!

Inform the First that we have killed all the traitors.

How did they know?

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

I told you I could lure them here for you.

Gul Revok.

He betrayed us.

Kira to Seskal. Get us out of here.

We're under attack!

I can't lower the shields!

Lock the disruptors and return fire!

Transfer the auxiliary power to...

Seskal?

Seskal?

Seskal?

Seskal, do you read me?

I don't think they're up there anymore.

- We've got to get out of here. - No.

Damar, do you know any place we can go?

Everyone I know on Cardassia has either been arrested or killed.

I think I know someone who might take us in.

That is, if we can get to the capital.

Well, we can't stay here.

If you don't mind hiding in a basement,

then I guess I don't mind having you down here.

I don't hear from you for years

and then you show up on my doorstep

with these people.

I do apologize for the intrusion,

but you're the only person on Cardassia I could trust.

Well, don't blame me if you don't have any friends left.

Well, now, where's that light switch?

It's smaller than I remember.

I grew up in this house.

Did I mention that?

I thought you said Enabran Tain used to live here.

Tain was Garak's father.

He was unable to acknowledge it publicly

because he was head of the Obsidian Order.

Mila was our housekeeper and most trusted confidante.

I was never much of a cook,

but I knew how to keep a secret.

We have to contact the other resistance cells

and warn them about Revok.

Is there any way you can get us a com unit?

If it's not too much of an imposition.

You shouldn't be involved in this.

We're attempting to free our people.

Do you want to live under the Dominion for the rest of your life?

I'm an old woman.

I'm long past caring about such things.

But I'll get you your com unit.

Mila...

thank you.

I promise we won't stay long.

Well, you might as well make yourselves useful.

This place hasn't been cleaned in years.

You heard the lady.

The glamour of being a revolutionary, hmm?

Well, everything checks out fine.

I'm certifying you fit for duty.

Finally.

Last time I spoke with Kira,

she wanted to know when I'd be rejoining her.

Odo, um...

there is something you need to know.

When I first discovered

that you had become infected with the morphogenic virus

I assumed you'd contracted it from the Founders.

Didn't I?

No.

The fact is, it was you

who transmitted the disease to them.

But...

how did I get it?

You were deliberately infected.

By whom?

Section 31.

They used you as a carrier

hoping you would pass on the disease to the Founders.

I'm sure you were never meant to develop symptoms, but...

I don't care whether they meant to kill me or not.

The reality is, the Federation set out to destroy my people.

Section 31 aren't part of the Federation.

They're a rogue organization...

Don't split hairs with me, Doctor.

They used me

as an instrument

to try to commit genocide.

Now, we may be at war with the Founders,

but that's no excuse.

I completely agree.

And what does Starfleet intend to do about it?

The Federation Council

considered giving the Founders the cure.

Then they decided against it.

Then they're abetting genocide.

I don't condone what Section 31 did,

but the Founders started this war, not us.

Giving them the cure would strengthen their hand...

and we can't do that.

Not when there are still

millions of men and women out there

putting their lives on the line every day.

Well, I can see there's no use protesting.

The decision's been made.

Odo, I wish I didn't have to say this,

but I need to know

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

You have my word.

That's all I needed to hear.

Interesting, isn't it?

The Federation claims to abhor Section 31's tactics,

but when they need their dirty work done,

they look the other way.

It's a tidy little arrangement, wouldn't you say?

Go ahead. What have you got to lose?

Our jobs.

Let's do it.

At this point, I don't care if he fires me.

That's the spirit.

Remember, ask for ten percent

but settle for 15.

Okay.

Quark...

we have something to say.

Then say it.

We don't think we should have

to give you 20 percent of our tips.

Mm-hmm.

We think ten percent is more than fair

and we're not going back to work until this is settled.

Ten percent?

Quark, there's an incoming transmission from Ferenginar!

It's the Grand Nagus!

I'll take it in the back room.

Well?

I'll think about it.

What did he say?

He's going to think about it.

Is that you ...?

It's me.

I can barely see you.

It's the static.

Sorry about the static.

It's raining here.

It's always raining there.

Not this kind of rain.

...an accident at the power plant.

The contractor used

substandard relays, the greedy bastard.

There's a toxic electrostatic cloud hanging over the city.

What a frigging mess.

So, what do I owe the pleasure?

The pressure?

That's an ungrateful thing to say.

I'm not pressuring you.

No... "the pleasure."

You're not making any sense.

Now shut up and listen.

I'm retiring.

Your mother and I

are moving to Risa to enjoy our old age

and do a lot of..., if you know what I mean.

Good for you...

I guess.

I'll be coming to Deep Space 9

to name my successor.

Why here?

Why do you think?

To get away from the rain?

No, my boy.

I've chosen you to succeed me.

You're going to be the new Grand Nagus.

Congratulations...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I nearly...

- Hi. - Hi.

Your lunch?

Uh, it's that time.

Oh.

This is ridiculous.

I know.

- Listen, I've been meaning to tell you... - I have a confession...

- You go first. - No, that's all right.

No, really, Julian. You go first.

Okay.

You know how much I value our friendship.

Well... lately, I've been wondering

if... maybe we could be...

Something more?

Yes.

Exactly.

I've been wondering the same thing.

- Oh, I thought it was just me. - Me, too.

That's why I've been so awkward around you.

I've been trying to tell you, but every time I...

It just...

- I couldn't get the words... - I know, what is that?

I don't...

I mean, I'm not usually like this.

If, if I find somebody attractive,

I just, I just, I just tell them

and I don't play these ridiculous games.

Neither do I.

You know...

why we might be holding back?

The friendship.

You're right.

Why jeopardize our friendship

uh, by trying to turn this into something else?

I've made that mistake before.

Yes, and once you cross the line...

You can never go back.

And if it doesn't work out,

you can never be friends again.

I can't bear the thought of losing you as a friend.

Neither can I.

So that's that.

We figured it out.

You know, it takes a certain maturity

to not be swept away by the romantic fantasy.

That's right. Why let, uh...

physical attraction overcome good sense?

Chemistry isn't everything.

Absolutely not.

We're adults.

I think we should be proud of ourselves.

So do I.

I feel much better.

Friends?

Friends.

Just think, this time next week,

I'll be living in the Nagal residence.

They say even the waste extraction fixtures

are plated with latinum.

That's right!

Oh, oh, the first thing I'm going to do

is rip them out and replace them with solid latinum fixtures.

That's a little indulgent, don't you think?

Of course. That's the point.

A Nagus has to lead by example.

My greed has to be a shining light to everyone,

a testament to the rewards of avarice.

Now, I hope you're not going to be lonely

in that great big Nagal residence.

I've got a room picked out for you already, my dear,

with a view of the Tower of Commerce

and, uh, there'll be a place for my dear brother,

my brave nephew,

and my lovely sister-in-law.

Liquidator Brunt!

- Uh, not him. - Uh-uh.

No. He's here.

What brings you here this time, Brunt?

Ferenginar is rife with rumors.

They say

the Grand Nagus is coming to DS9

to name his successor.

For once, the rumors... are right.

I see.

A thousand... congratulations, my Nagus.

He's not Nagus yet.

It's never too early to suck up to the boss.

I think I'm going to like being Nagus.

Don't stop.

...and thanks to the heroic efforts of Gul Revok

Damar was lured to Cardassia to meet with five other traitors,

but his coconspirators were killed

before they could begin plotting against the people of Cardassia

and Damar himself was killed

while trying to penetrate our defense perimeters

in a stolen Dominion vessel.

At least they're not looking for us anymore.

...just hours ago,

acting on information obtained by our intelligence operatives,

our brave troops began

a coordinated assault on Damar's terrorist bases.

From Atbar Prime to Regulak IV, from Simperia to Quinor VII

our forces eliminated a total of 18 rebel bases.

With the rebellion crushed...

All 18?

...nothing can impede our march to final victory.

Truly, this is a great day for the Dominion.

How could they have compromised our entire organization?

We took every precaution

encrypted every transmission, screened...

It doesn't matter how they did it.

It's done.

Now we've got to find a way off Cardassia.

Garak, can we use that thing

to contact the Federation?

With a signal that strong, the Dominion would trace

our location in a matter of seconds.

Well, we've got to do something.

We are not spending the rest of this war

in this cellar, are we?

Are we?

Financial advisor...

I don't know.

I do have lots of connections on Ferenginar.

I don't need your connections.

As Nagus, people will be lining up

to do business with me.

You missed a spot.

Oh.

I'm sure there must be something I can do

to make you change your mind.

Possibly.

Would...

40 bricks

of gold-pressed latinum do the trick?

No, but 70 would.

- Fifty. - Sixty.

Done.

If you'll sign this.

- What is it? - A receipt.

For a bribe?

Oh, surely you're aware

of the new regulation making all bribes tax-deductible.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did you just use the T-word?

You mean "tax"?

Are you telling me there are... Ts on Ferenginar?

You haven't been keeping up

with the latest reforms, have you?

Zek instituted

progressive income tax three months ago.

You call that a reform?

Taxes go against the very spirit of free enterprise.

That's why they call it "free."

The government needed revenues

to fund the new social programs --

wage subsidies for the poor,

retirement benefits for the aged,

- health care for... - Stop, stop, stop.

I had no idea things had gotten so bad.

This is all Moogie's fault.

She's been polluting Zek's mind with notions of equality

and compassion.

Whatever happened to survival of the fittest?

Whatever happened to the rich getting richer

and the poor getting poorer?

Whatever happened to pure, unadulterated...

- greed? - Greed.

Well, things change.

And they're going to change back.

The first thing I'm going to do

is eliminate these so-called reforms

before Ferenginar ends up looking like a...

Federation planet.

Oh, I'm not sure

the Congress of Economic Advisors will approve.

I don't care who they are or what they are.

As Nagus, I can do what I want.

Not anymore.

All regulations proposed by the Nagus

have to be ratified

by the Congress before they become law.

Oh, you'll still be a powerful man.

I wouldn't be sucking up to you otherwise.

Blessed Exchequer,

forgive us.

Your children have gone astray.

If only they could see you now.

Who?

The people in the streets.

Everyone's talking

about Damar and his rebels.

What are they saying?

How stupid we were for walking into a Dominion trap?

How arrogant we were

to think we could beat them in the first place?

How glad they are that we're all dead?

Actually, they don't really believe you are dead.

Oh, you should hear the stories.

"Damar is alive.

"My cousin saw him on Kelvas Prime."

"He faked his own death."

"He is plotting

"a new offensive

from his secret mountain hideaway."

You never told me you had a secret mountain hideaway.

I was going to surprise you.

I wonder why they refuse to believe you're dead.

Oh, they've been lied to so often.

They don't trust anything the Dominion says.

No, what if it's more than that?

What if we had more of an impact than we realized?

What if we turned you into a legend?

Some legend.

Don't you see?

The people want to believe in you.

We can use that.

Yes, the organized resistance is gone,

but there's an entire civilian population out there

that is fed up with living under the occupation

and if Damar, the man they couldn't kill

tells the people of Cardassia

to rise up against the Dominion...

Then we might have a revolution on our hands.

Or you might really get yourselves killed.

Anything's better than rotting in this cellar.

How do we begin?

Where's the closest Jem'Hadar barracks?

Come in.

Allow me to present Gul-- no, I'm sorry-- Legate Broca,

the new leader of the Cardassian Union.

I serve the Founders in all things.

Your service is noted.

Thot Pran, I look forward to working with you

and the Breen Confederacy.

Your first task will be to make

a formal address to the Cardassian people

assuring them that the Dominion has their best interests...

That can wait.

But it can wait.

Now that the rebellion has been crushed,

it is time to turn our attention to strategic matters.

The enemy has devised a countermeasure

to our energy-dampening weapons.

Therefore, we must alter our tactics.

We are falling back.

No. I don't mean surrender.

Perish the thought.

The Dominion has never surrendered in battle

since its founding 10,000 years ago.

I am ordering our troops to retreat to Cardassian space.

We will establish a new line of defense

along this perimeter.

With less territory to defend, we can concentrate our troops

and hold off any attack if the enemy attacks at all.

The Federation is, by its very nature, timid.

When they see we've pulled back,

their first impulse will be to leave us alone.

Well, what about the Klingons and the Romulans and the...?

I meant no disrespect.

I was simply asking a question.

Without the Federation, the others are no threat to us.

Once the new perimeter is established,

we will redouble our shipbuilding efforts

and increase production of Jem'Hadar troops.

Retreat may prolong the war, but in the end

we will emerge stronger

and in a far better position to take the Alpha Quadrant

once and for all.

Did you know this Congress of Economic Meddlers

actually passed legislation making monopolies illegal?

What's the point of being in business

if you can't corner the market --

gouge your customers?

There's something to be said for keeping prices down

by ensuring healthy competition.

So... what are you going to do with the bar?

You can't even dump industrial waste anymore

because it might harm "the natural habitat."

I'm supposed to start worrying about animals now.

Look how they live --

wallowing in dirt, sleeping in trees.

That's not natural.

I suppose you could argue that Ferenginar's biodiversity

is a precious resource that belongs to everyone.

So... what are you going to do with the bar?

And don't even get me started

about this whole "labor rights" thing.

What have we come to

if you can't demand sexual favors

from the people in your employ?

Unharassed workers are productive workers.

So... what are you going to do with the bar?!

Sell it!

What would I want with it anymore?

I'll give you 5,000 bars of latinum

and not one slip more.

That's reasonable.

It is?

I'm telling you, Rom, our people have lost their way.

I just happen to have a contract right here.

I read a report that over 40 percent of the population

no longer believes that you have to buy your way

into the Divine Treasury when you die.

Can I have your thumbprint here, please?

They don't teach children

the Rules of Acquisition anymore!

And another print here.

There's a disease...

spreading through Ferengi society.

It's making us soft.

The 5,000 has been transferred to your account.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

5,000?

I thought you were going to hold me up for at least eight.

I didn't even haggle with you.

I know! It really threw me off.

- What's wrong with me? - Don't worry, Brother.

You're going to be so rich,

what's a few thousand bars of latinum?

I've been infected, too.

I haven't raised prices in months.

I've even been considering

letting the dabo girls keep most of their tips.

I've gone soft!

I kind of like you better this way.

I don't...

and I'm going to do something about it.

This disease has got to be stopped

before it destroys everything Ferenginar stands for.

If Zek wants me to be Nagus,

he's going to have to let me do things

my way, or else...

I'll turn down the job!

Are you serious?!

You bet I am.

But being Nagus will make you rich.

I don't care.

I won't preside over the demise of Ferengi civilization.

Not me!

The line has to be drawn here!

This far and no further!

This way.

He's been in there too long.

Something's wrong.

You there. Stop.

Let me see your work order.

But I showed it to you on the way in.

This has not been approved by the First.

Ah! Yes.

I can explain that.

How much time?

The detonator only had a three-minute delay.

The bomb could go off any second now.

Gentlemen, this is ridiculous.

Come on, Garak.

We have to do something.

I don't know why you're making such a fuss over this.

I have a busy repair schedule

and I can't stand here all night...

You will wait here till the First arrives.

And how long will that be?

You will wait!

You! Jem'Hadar!

Who are you to treat a Cardassian citizen like that?

It's him -- Damar!

Hold him here.

Surrender yourself, or die.

I choose neither.

Back, get back!

It's Damar.

It's Damar!

He's alive!

Citizens of Cardassia, hear me.

The Dominion told you that the rebellion has been crushed.

What you have seen here today

proves that that is yet another lie.

Our fight for freedom continues,

but it will take place here in the streets.

I call on Cardassians everywhere to rise up.

Rise up and join me.

I need you to be my army.

If we stand together, nothing can oppose us.

Freedom is ours for the taking!

Freedom!

- Freedom! - Freedom!

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

Freedom! Freedom!

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

Good morning.

Good morning.

What?

What are you smiling at?

You know, I was thinking.

If it hadn't been for our little talk the other day,

we'd probably be just standing here staring at our shoes.

No, not a chance.

I'd have turned and walked the other way

as soon as I saw you.

I'm glad we've got it all behind us.

Me, too.

Excuse me.

Huh. I guess they worked it out.

It always brings a tear to my eye

to see a Nagus pass his staff

to a successor.

It's a privilege to witness such a historic moment.

Just wait and see.

It's going to be more historic than you think.

They're here!

There you are, my boy.

I have... something for you.

Not so fast, Zek.

We need to talk.

I knew you were going to make this difficult.

My mind is made up, Quark.

Whining and complaining won't do anything.

I won't have anything to do

with what you're doing to our once proud civilization.

A man can only be pushed so far.

If you want me to be Nagus

you're going to have to let me do things my way.

Who wants you to be Nagus?

Out of the way, Quark.

Congratulations, Rom.

You're going to make a fine Nagus.

I am?

What's wrong?

You seemed so happy when I talked to you the other day.

I did?

That was me.

You?!

Oh. I thought I was talking to Rom.

Must have been all the static.

Glad we cleared that up.

This is insane.

You actually want Rom to be Nagus?

It was my idea.

Figures.

He's an idiot.

You've always underestimated your brother.

Shh!

A new Ferenginar

needs a new kind of Nagus -- a kinder, gentler Nagus --

and that's you, my boy.

It's a great responsibility

to stand at the bow of the Ferengi ship of state.

A Nagus has to navigate

the waters of the Great Material Continuum,

avoid the Shoals of Bankruptcy

and seek the Strong Winds

of Prosperity.

I'll do the best I can.

May I be the first to offer my congratulations?

Oh, Rom!

Way to go, Dad.

All right, you want Rom?

You can have him.

In fact, you deserve him.

He's perfect for this new workers' paradise of yours.

He can save the environment and levy all the taxes he wants.

He's not taking it very well.

In fact, as far as I'm concerned...

the Ferenginar that I knew doesn't exist anymore.

No... I take that back.

It will exist, right here in this bar.

This establishment

will be the last outpost of what made Ferenginar great --

the unrelenting lust

for profit!

Broik, water the drinks!

M'Pella, rig the dabo table!

Rom... I want to buy back the bar.

That's all right, Brother.

I'll give it to you.

I suppose you're going to let me

keep the 5,000 bars of latinum, too.

You're my brother.

And you're an idiot.

But I love you.

Congratulations.

You're the perfect Nagus for this new Ferenginar.

Are you sure we picked the right brother?

Come, my dear.

Risa's waiting.

Good luck, kid!

You're going to need it.

I'm proud of you, son.

Let's go, Zekkie.

You know... I could use a financial advisor.

No kidding, but it's not going to be me.

I know someone who's available.

Forget it!

Not so hasty -- let him give you a pedicure first.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to get back to work.

There's money to be made.

How can I serve you, my...

Wow.

According to our intelligence reports,

the Dominion has withdrawn completely

from Klingon, Federation, and Romulan space.

They seem to be forming a new defensive perimeter

within Cardassian territory.

They must know we've developed

a countermeasure to the Breen weapon.

That would be my guess.

There are advantages to falling back.

They shorten their supply lines

while forcing us to lengthen ours.

And with a smaller perimeter

they're less vulnerable to hit-and-run attacks.

It would take a major offensive to break through their lines.

At a cost of thousands of ships.

The wiser course would be to simply

contain them within their perimeter.

That's what they're hoping we'll do --

to give them time to rebuild their forces.

He's right.

We have them on the defensive.

We should hit them with everything we've got.

Breaking through that line

would be a very ugly, very bloody job.

If we do nothing,

the Dominion could sit behind that perimeter

for the next five years rearming themselves

and when they're ready to come out, God help us all.

The Klingon Empire votes to attack now

before they have time to recover.

Considering the alternatives...

I'm afraid I have to concur.

Very well.

Then it's settled.

We attack.

You're up late.

You waiting for me?

What's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Oh.

Baby, I...

I didn't mean...

A... a baby.

You and me...

a... wow.

Surprise.

"Surprise" is right.

Uh... how did... you...?

- One of us... - One of us...

forgot our injection last month.

Julian reminded me of that.

It's just that the way things have been going on...

You don't have to apologize.

I'm not!

Are you kidding?

This... this is wonderful.

I'm glad you think so.

But you don't.

I just keep thinking about the Prophets.

They warned you

that marrying me would bring you sorrow.

Kasidy, we have been through this.

I know we have, and I... I know that we said

we wouldn't let the Prophets run our lives,

but that was...

that was before this.

What if...

what if they were trying to tell you something?

That something would happen to our baby?

Shh.

Nothing... is going to happen to our baby.

Are you sure?

I am the Emissary of the Prophets

and I know that nothing is going to happen.

Everything is going to be all right.

I hope you're right.

We're going to have a baby.

A baby.