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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.