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We never cared what we did

as long as it annoyed the grown-ups.

All inner deflector shield subsystems

are showing equal intensity.

Power balance levels are reading normal.

I was a champion window breaker.

On a dark night with a few rocks, I was deadly.

Um, which you are you talking about?

We're being hailed by an incoming freighter.

Open a channel.

On screen.

Welcome to DS9.

I'm Major Kira Nerys.

This is the Kobheerian Freighter Rak-Miunis

requesting permission to dock.

Docking Port 6 is clear for approach.

Thank you.

We have a passenger on board requiring medical assistance.

Can you tell us what's wrong with your passenger?

He says it's a condition called Kalla-Nohra.

It's apparently chronic

but he doesn't have his medication.

Beam him directly to our Infirmary.

We'll have our doctor standing by.

Thank you, Commander.

Rak-Miunis out.

Dax to Infirmary.

This is Bashir. Go ahead.

A Kobheerian transport is about to beam a patient to you.

He's suffering from something called Kalla-Nohra.

I'm not aware of it.

I'll check the computer.

Commander, I'd like to go down to the Infirmary

and meet that patient.

Of course. Why?

The only cases of Kalla-Nohra I know of

were the result of a mining accident

at a Bajoran forced labor camp that I helped liberate.

The survivors of Gallitep

have always been a symbol to us of strength and courage.

By all means, Major.

Take as much time as you want.

Ah, Major.

I'll be right with you.

Kira to Odo.

Go ahead.

I'm in the Infirmary.

I need security here

on the double.

I'm on my way, Major.

What's the matter, Major?

Your patient is a criminal.

Good afternoon.

I assume this is the problem.

Problem?

Lock him up.

This is outrageous. On what charge?

Will somebody tell me what's going on?

This man needs medical care.

Then give it to him in his cell.

I haven't done anything.

Then why did you run?

I'm trying to get away from this Bajoran fanatic.

The look of hate in her eyes... she'd like to kill me.

Oh? And why would that be?

Well, it's obvious. I'm a Cardassian.

He's not just any Cardassian.

He's a war criminal.

So you're saying this man... what's his name?

Marritza. Aamin Marritza.

You're saying Marritza's on the Bajorans' list

for Cardassians wanted for war crimes?

He's not on any list

I've seen, Commander, and I've got them all.

I don't care whether he's listed or not...

Hold on, Major.

Marritza is traveling on a Federation ship.

He comes here for a medical emergency

and we throw him into a security cell.

I, for one, hope he's listed.

Commander, I know what I've done isn't exactly policy

and may not even be legal, but it's right.

All right, Major, what do we charge him with?

I'm charging him with having contracted Kalla-Nohra.

Do you want to explain that to me?

The only way he could have contracted that condition

was to have served at the Gallitep labor camp

at the time of the mining accident.

So, that makes him a war criminal, just being there?

Commander, if you'd been there 12 years ago

when we liberated that camp...

if you'd seen the things I saw...

all those Bajoran bodies, starved, brutalized...

Do you know what Cardassian policy was?

Oh, I'm not even talking about the murder.

Murder was just the end of the fun for them.

First came the humiliation.

Mothers raped in front of their children

husbands beaten until their wives

couldn't recognize them

old people buried alive because they couldn't work anymore.

I think I'll have a talk with our guest.

I'll come with you.

No, Major.

It'd be better if I spoke to him alone.

How do you feel?

Better, thank you.

I'm Benjamin Sisko.

I'm in charge of this station.

Oh, finally.

The Federation to the rescue.

Are you going to get me out of here?

I hope so.

Tell me, how did you contract Kalla-Nohra Syndrome?

I don't have Kalla-Nohra.

I have Pottrik Syndrome.

The freighter captain said it was Kalla-Nohra.

A very similar condition.

Take the same medication, as a matter of fact.

Then you didn't serve at the Gallitep labor camp?

Labor camp?

No.

I've never been to Bajor.

I was a military file clerk.

I reside now on Kora II where I boarded a freighter

which, unfortunately for me, came here.

Now, Commander, if you have no more questions

I'd like to be on my way.

Am I still drunk

or am I in jail with a Cardassian?

Odo!

You're not keeping me in here with one of those.

Odo! Odo!

I put myself in your hands, Commander.

Let me get this straight.

You're saying Marritza does have Kalla-Nohra?

There's no doubt about it.

He has all the symptoms.

And when I ran a lower pulmonary bio-probe, he read positive.

And you're sure he doesn't have Pottrik Syndrome?

Yes, absolutely.

If he had Pottrik's

the bio-probe would have been negative.

Then he was at the Gallitep labor camp.

Definitely.

I've cross-checked all Bajoran and Federation medical records

and there's simply no other way

he could have gotten this condition.

Kira to Sisko.

Yes, Major?

Commander, there's an incoming transmission for you from Bajor.

It's the Minister of State.

Thank you. If you'll excuse me, Doctor.

Minister Kaval.

Good day, sir.

And to you, Commander.

I trust you're in good health.

Things are going well on the station?

Quite well, thank you.

That's wonderful.

I'm told you've performed

a special service for Bajor today.

Congratulations to you.

I don't quite follow.

You're not holding a certain Cardassian for us?

We are holding a Cardassian temporarily.

By temporarily, you mean until you are satisfied

that a verified identification has been made.

Minister, I'm not sure we have the grounds

to hold him that long.

I fully understand your concerns, Commander

but since our Major Kira

has accepted responsibility in this matter

the burden is off your shoulders.

I don't agree.

Commander

if this Marritza was at Gallitep

we want him, and we will have him.

Is that clear?

It is.

Good.

We'll chat again soon.

Good day, Commander.

May I join you?

Actually, I was just about

to pay a visit to our friend, Marritza.

That's what I want to talk to you about, Major.

I'd like Odo to handle this investigation.

Why?

He's our Chief of Security.

Minister Kaval put me in charge.

Minister Kaval doesn't run this station.

And the Federation has no right

telling us how to deal with our criminals.

If it turns out that he is a criminal

then he'll be yours, and you're welcome to him.

Until then, he's just a traveler under suspicion.

You think this is all

some personal vendetta on my part, don't you?

I think you're too close to be objective, yes.

You're right. I'm not objective.

But I'm your First Officer, and I give you my word

I will conduct myself accordingly.

You once said we were friends.

I'm asking you now, as a friend...

please, let me conduct this investigation.

I owe it to them.

You mean the victims.

That's right.

The ones who moved too slowly and never moved again.

I'm asking for all the Bajorans who can't ask.

Let a Bajoran do this.

Sisko to Odo.

Go ahead.

Constable, Major Kira

will be in charge of the Marritza investigation.

I understand.

Thank you.

Constable.

It's about time you let me out.

Try to stay out of trouble for a day or two, will you?

I'll do my best.

Oh, and Odo, let me know when you hang the Cardassian.

I've begun a background check on Marritza.

So far he is what he says he is.

He boarded that Kobheerian freighter at Kora II

where he's worked as an instructor

at a military academy for the past five years.

Keep looking.

Don't worry, Major, I intend to.

I'll be with the prisoner if you need me.

My compliments on your replicators, Major.

But the sem'hal stew could use a little yamok sauce.

I'm glad you're enjoying it.

I doubt that, Major.

I doubt it very much.

I hope it won't disturb your dinner

if I ask you a few questions.

If I refuse to answer?

I'll ask them anyway.

Of course.

This is my job.

Persecuting Cardassians goes far beyond your job, Major.

It's your passion.

You claim you were never at Gallitep.

I missed that honor.

And that your illness is not Kalla-Nohra.

Again, true.

Again, false.

Our Doctor confirmed you do have Kalla-Nohra

which means you were at Gallitep.

If your lies are going to be this transparent

it's going to be a very short interrogation.

Well, in that case, I'll try to make my lies more opaque.

What was your rank at Gallitep?

What were your duties?

You don't want to know.

Just answer the question.

You'll be disappointed.

I'll risk it.

I had the distinction of serving

in the exalted position of filing clerk.

Filing clerk?

I told you you'd be disappointed.

Actually, I would have preferred

to avoid military service altogether

but I had the good fortune to be posted

to the records office at Gallitep

and I turned out to be an exemplary file clerk.

In 14 units of service

I never misplaced or lost a record.

I received numerous commendations.

Gul Darhe'el, himself, called my computer filing system

"a masterpiece of meticulous exactitude."

Well, there you are.

My secret's out.

My crimes laid bare.

I await execution.

I hope we don't keep you waiting long.

You know, I never heard of a filing clerk

becoming an instructor at a military academy.

Until now.

What did you teach?

Believe it or not, filing.

I can verify that.

Be my guest.

I still think you're a liar.

So much for our search for the truth.

Now we trade insults.

You admit you worked under Gul Darhe'el.

We all did.

I take it, then, you witnessed the atrocities.

Atrocities?

What atrocities?

Oh, I vaguely recall hearing a scream from time to time.

Atrocities? No.

You expect me to believe

you knew nothing of the murders, the tortures?

You never saw the bodies?

Of course I saw bodies.

People died all the time at Gallitep...

mining accidents, illnesses, feuds among the workers.

You're saying Bajorans killed each other?

At times.

Over food, a blanket, a woman.

The conditions were harsh.

It was a labor camp, Major.

I helped liberate that camp.

I saw the bodies.

I know how they died.

You saw what we wanted you to see.

Who do you think started the rumors

about brutality at Gallitep?

It was Gul Darhe'el himself.

Now, there was a leader.

Brilliant, extraordinary man.

He knew that to rule by fear was to rule completely.

Why bother with actual mass murders

when just the reports of such incidents

would have the same effect?

Which was?

You know as well as I do, Major.

To keep you Bajorans thinking of yourselves as victims.

To keep you afraid and helpless.

Turns out we weren't so helpless.

We did get rid of you.

Leaving was a political decision, Major.

I've enjoyed reminiscing with you.

Now I think it's time you let me out of here.

I can't do that.

Oh, no, no, no, no, of course not.

No, you see, you're the one who's lying now, Major.

It's not the truth you're interested in.

All you want is vengeance.

Commander, I was led to believe the Federation guarantees

the safe and unrestricted passage of all travelers

visiting your station.

That's correct.

Then, how do you explain

the detention of a Cardassian citizen?

Marritza came here seeking medical attention.

Right now, he's under our Doctor's care.

All we're trying to do is to verify his identity.

A simple matter... if you'll give us some assistance.

I assure you, Commander, you don't need our assistance.

If this patient says his name is Marritza

then that's who he is.

I hope you're not suggesting you don't trust him

simply because he's Cardassian.

I don't trust him because he's already lied

about being at Gallitep.

Is that what you're charging him with, Commander?

Lying?

So far, we haven't charged him with anything.

Then let him go.

I'd like nothing better.

But first, I need to know who it is I'm letting go.

I do appreciate

the awkwardness of your position here, Commander.

This Bajoran obsession

with alleged Cardassian improprieties

during the occupation is really quite distasteful.

I suppose, if you're a Bajoran, so was the occupation.

I might remind you

that neither one of us is Bajoran

and I would hate their bitterness

to cause conflict between Cardassia and the Federation.

I hope to avoid that, too... with your help.

You don't need my help

to safeguard one Cardassian citizen on your station.

If any of these Bajoran hate mongers

get their hands on him

I'll hold you personally responsible.

What are you looking for?

Answers.

Found any yet?

Marritza says I don't care about the truth.

That all I want is vengeance.

Are you worried that maybe he's right?

All I want is to see him punished.

Even if he is just a file clerk?

That's just it.

I don't want him to be just a file clerk.

I want him to be...

I don't know... something worse.

You want him to be guilty.

As far as I'm concerned

if he was at Gallitep, he is guilty.

They're all guilty.

His punishment will let Bajor feel some...

satisfaction.

It sounds like you're trying too hard

to believe what you're saying.

You already know, if you punish him without reason

it won't mean anything.

And you already know vengeance...

isn't enough.

Reroute the signal enhancement module

to the main sensor array.

Aye, sir.

How's it look?

Just give me a second.

I'll run a diagnostic.

I've checked with the Bajoran Archives

and they do have a Marritza on record

as being a filing clerk at Gallitep.

I've also checked with the military academy on Kora II.

Marritza has been teaching filing there

just as he claims.

All set, Commander.

Major, how many images were sent from the Bajoran archives?

Only one.

It's the only picture they could find of Gallitep

that had Marritza in it.

The Cardassians destroyed

almost all records of the occupation.

The image enhancement and transformation functions

are patched directly into your console.

Major, what if this image confirms

that Marritza was a file clerk?

What do you expect us to do then?

I suppose you'll let him go.

I'm glad we understand each other.

I've got it.

On screen.

Which one is Marritza?

Let's see... according to the caption

he's the one in the background

in the far right.

Isolate and magnify.

You're going to have to do better than that.

Give me a minute.

I'm running an image enhancement sequence.

It's not him.

Are you sure we're looking at the right man?

Background, far right, Aamin Marritza.

It can't be.

If that's Marritza, then who are we holding here?

Lieutenant, isolate the Cardassians

in the foreground.

The one in profile on the left... what can you give us?

That's him. That's Marritza.

Not according to the caption.

What do you mean?

According to this, it's Gul Darhe'el.

Let me guess.

You've come back to learn the secret of my filing system.

I know all your secrets now.

Is that so?

What did you do?

Did you kill the real Marritza

so you could take his place?

Well, you'll pay for that death

and all the others you're responsible for.

Oh, I don't think I could pay for all of them, Major...

there were so many... and you can only execute me once.

That's my only regret.

But... I'll settle for knowing that Bajor will finally have

the satisfaction of punishing the Butcher of Gallitep.

Tell me, Major.

Did you figure this out all by yourself?

Or did you have help from your Federation masters?

I'll let you wonder about that.

It'll keep you occupied

while we're waiting for the provisional government

to prepare your war crimes tribunal.

War crimes?

How could there be war crimes

when there hasn't been a war?

I can understand your wish that there had been a war.

Your need to indulge some pathetic fantasy

about brave Bajoran soldiers marching to honorable defeat.

But, in fact, Major

you and I know there was no war, no glory.

Bajor didn't resist.

It surrendered.

The Bajorans were a peaceful people before you came.

We offered no threat to you.

We could never understand why you had to be so brutal.

Well, we can't have that, Major.

I want no more secrets between us.

Anything you don't understand I'll explain to you.

Thank you, but I think I've heard enough of your lies.

What lies?

You mean my failure to divulge my true identity?

Believe me, Major, I yearned to tell you

but I knew how much more satisfaction you would have

if you found out for yourself.

And that was my only deception.

Marritza was a magnificent file clerk

and I, Gul Darhe'el...

I hope you'll not think it immodest of me to say so...

but I was a magnificent leader.

Oh, you never saw Gallitep at its height.

For a labor camp

it was the very model of order and efficiency.

And why?

For that, you have to look to the top.

To me!

My word, my every glance was law

and the verdict was always the same... guilty.

You're insane.

Oh, no, no, Major.

You can't dismiss me that easily.

I did what had to be done.

My men understood that, and that's why they loved me.

I would order them to go out and kill Bajoran scum

and they'd do it, they'd murder them

and they'd come back covered in blood, but they felt clean.

Now, why did they feel that way, Major?

Because they were clean.

You admit your atrocities.

I admit everything.

Why not? I was the best at what I did.

My accomplishments speak for themselves.

Can you say the same?

You and that little Shakaar resistance cell

that you belonged to.

All you did was annoy Cardassians

while I was out exterminating Bajorans.

Make sure you tell that to the tribunal.

Oh, I will.

Then they'll sentence you to death.

Let them.

Don't you see, it doesn't change anything?

Kill me, torture me... it doesn't matter.

You've already lost, Major.

You can never undo what I've accomplished.

The dead will still be dead.

What will you do now, Major?

Withhold my medicine?

Here.

This will help.

What is it?

Maraltian seev-ale

from Quark's private stock.

Better?

You know, Odo

I wonder how many others like Darhe'el

are still out there...

still free, unpunished.

Quite a few, no doubt

but thanks to you, there's one less out there now.

You should have heard him.

He bragged about what happened at Gallitep...

the torture, the murders, the humiliation.

He's proud about what he did to us.

Why don't you go to your quarters

and lie down for a while?

We'll leave him alone with his Cardassian pride.

I don't want to lie down.

No, that's what he'd like...

another Bajoran hiding in a corner.

He's probably in there laughing at me right now.

He won't be laughing very long.

I hate him, Odo.

I hate his smirking, superior Cardassian face.

When I was fighting with the resistance

we used to lie awake at night

plotting the assassination of men like Darhe'el.

Now I have to stand there and listen to him

belittle the Shakaar and everything it stood for.

Perhaps you should avoid discussing your personal history

with a creature like that.

I didn't.

Then how did he know you were with the Shakaar?

I don't know...

he was an important military leader.

That doesn't explain it.

If he'd been in charge of quelling Bajoran resistance

then he might have had your name on file

but he commanded a forced labor camp.

Something's not right here.

Where are you going?

To have another little chat with Gul Darhe'el.

Computer, review all off-station requests

for information regarding Major Kira Nerys

within the last eight months.

Working.

Oh, back to see the Butcher.

Am I really so fascinating?

How did you know I was with the Shakaar?

This provisional government of yours

certainly moves slowly.

They should have dragged me away in chains by now.

Just answer the question!

Oh, my, my, you are a strutting little egotist.

You forget the brilliance of Marritza's filing system.

He made sure that I was provided with information

on all your little terrorist bands.

What I particularly enjoyed were the termination reports.

Yes, life in a forced labor camp can be so isolating.

At times, I felt that I alone

bore the burden of cleansing Bajor of its rabble

but those reports reassured me, I was not alone.

And I'm supposed to believe you remembered my name

from some report you read years ago?

At the risk of bruising your vanity even further, Major

I didn't remember you at all until I heard your name here.

I can see that disturbs you.

Hardly.

You know, Major, they will be coming for me soon

so before we say good-bye

there are a few little questions I should like to ask you.

Your questions don't interest me.

How can you be so sure?

Or are you just afraid to hear them?

Who are they?

Survivors of Gallitep.

They arrived early this morning.

I suppose they are waiting for justice.

Gallitep.

Imagine living through that hellhole.

The pain...

the sorrow...

Do you think they like to gamble?

Doctor, I need your help.

Of course.

Three months ago, a request came from Kora II

for information concerning Kira Nerys.

To what purpose?

I'm not sure.

But the name on the request was Aamin Marritza.

I've established a subspace link with Kora II

and I'd like you to access his medical history there.

Dax to Odo.

Gul Dukat is responding to your subspace transmission.

Could you route it to my office?

Aye, sir.

I do miss working with you, Odo.

I miss our games of Kalevian montar.

As I recall, Gul Dukat, we played one game

and you cheated.

The same old Odo...

like a blunt instrument.

But now to your question.

I regret that I cannot give you access to any of the files

pertaining to Gul Darhe'el.

But I assure you

the files would only tell you what I am telling you.

Gul Darhe'el is dead.

That's not possible.

I attended his funeral myself.

As a matter of fact, he's buried

under one of the largest military monuments on Cardassia.

Then who are we holding here?

Some innocent Cardassian citizen

as I explained to your Commander Sisko.

And we want him released.

That innocent citizen

has admitted he is Gul Darhe'el.

What... are you saying?

He says his name is Gul Darhe'el.

Then he's lying.

Well, if he is, it's the most foolish lie

he could have invented.

It's likely to get him executed.

Why would anyone do such a thing?

I don't know

but I tell you I attended Darhe'el's funeral.

You're sure the man you saw buried was Gul Darhe'el?

Half of Cardassia viewed his body.

I saw a photograph of Gul Darhe'el

taken at the Gallitep labor camp.

It certainly appears to be the man we're holding.

You're mistaken.

Am I?

This is obviously some plot

to embarrass the Cardassian Empire.

It's possible.

Give me access to your files

and perhaps I can find some proof

to support your claim that Gul Darhe'el is dead.

I suppose I could grant you limited access to the files.

I think that's wise.

I was 12 when I started fighting

but I've heard of some who were even younger than that.

Yes, yes, let's get to the real issue!

How many Cardassians did you kill?

I mean personally.

I didn't keep count.

Oh, I think you did.

And I'm sure your total wasn't limited

to military personnel.

After all, the most effective terrorist weapon

was random violence.

Don't leave now, Major.

It's just getting good.

How many Cardassian civilians did you kill?

Look! I regret a lot of what I had to do.

How convenient of you.

We had no choice! We were fighting for survival.

So were we.

We had an Empire to protect.

We needed your resources.

Everything I did

was for the greater glory of Cardassia!

And if you spineless scum had to be ground under

so much the better.

All that mattered was Cardassia.

I loved my homeland.

That's what justified my actions.

That's what gave me strength.

Nothing justifies genocide.

What you call genocide, I call a day's work.

Major, could I have a word with you?

Dr. Bashir and I have done some checking.

I don't know why yet

but the man in that cell wanted to be caught.

This certificate of death

was in the file sent to me by Gul Dukat.

According to this, Gul Darhe'el died in his sleep six years ago.

"Cause of death... massive coleibric hemorrhage."

Commander, I guarantee you that is a forged document.

I think it's pretty clear what's going on here.

The Cardassians are trying to trick us

into letting him go.

I wouldn't put it past our friend Gul Dukat.

Nor would I, however...

The man in there confessed he is Gul Darhe'el.

Major, the man in there has Kalla-Nohra syndrome.

Of course he does.

According to the evidence I've been sent

Gul Darhe'el never contracted that condition.

More evidence from our trustworthy Gul Dukat.

What have you got, Constable?

Darhe'el's progress reports from Gallitep

show that, when the mining accident occurred

he was back on Cardassia

being awarded the Proficient Service Medallion.

If he wasn't at Gallitep on the day on the accident

then he couldn't have contracted Kalla-Nohra.

Correct.

But the man we're holding does have it.

I can't believe I'm listening to this.

I'm afraid there's more, Major.

I inquired about this man's last two weeks on Kora II.

He resigned his position at the military academy

put all his affairs in order

and even provided handsomely for his housekeeper

I understand.

All right, all right.

So, like any criminal, he wanted to move on

before somebody traced his whereabouts.

He specifically requested passage

on a vessel that was scheduled to stop here...

at a Bajoran station.

Rather unusual request for a Cardassian war criminal.

Unless he wanted to be captured.

Wait a minute.

Let's be clear about one thing.

This evidence may raise some interesting questions.

Nevertheless, Darhe'el is going to be sent back to Bajor

to stand trial for the atrocities he committed.

Major, that is still to be determined.

Well, then go talk to him.

If you still have any doubts, listen to what he has to say.

He was there. He did it.

He'll tell you about it.

Constable, I've checked on Marritza's medical record.

What have we got?

He's under treatment

for Kalla-Nohra syndrome, of course

and a few other minor ailments, most relating to his age.

It's all pretty standard, really, except for one thing.

Which is?

Five years ago, after arriving on Kora II

he started taking massive doses of dermatiraelian plastiscine

which is a dermal regenerative agent

used to maintain skin resilience

after cosmetic alteration.

You're saying he changed his face

to look like Gul Darhe'el.

It certainly appears that way.

How are you feeling?

I was starting to get a little bored

but seeing you again brightens my day.

I was referring to your Kalla-Nohra Syndrome.

Would you like to see Dr. Bashir?

Oh, so that's it.

You want to see me writhing around the floor in pain.

A Cardassian would never put on

such a deplorable display in front of a Bajoran.

You just don't understand us at all.

I'm beginning to understand a great deal about you.

One thing does puzzle me.

And what would that be?

How you contracted Kalla-Nohra Syndrome.

Do you think that the mining accident

affected only the Bajoran laborers

and not their Cardassian masters?

That would be very nice.

So you're saying you were at Gallitep

when that mining accident occurred.

Of course.

Why are we going over this again?

Because your own progress report

shows you were back on Cardassia at the time of the accident.

That's ridiculous.

Receiving your Proficient Service Medallion.

The reports are wrong.

I can show them to you.

That won't be necessary.

I know where I was.

Why were you taking a dermal regenerative?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then let me help you.

Five years ago, when you first got to Kora II...

All right, that's enough!

Your presence no longer amuses me. Get out!

Why did you have your face altered?

Security, get this woman out of here!

Why are you pretending to be Gul Darhe'el?

Why don't you ask me something intelligent?!

As for instance, how did I feel

when we were withdrawing from Bajor?

The answer is I was furious.

The thought of leaving any survivors behind

was repulsive to me.

So while our useless office clerks

were packing their precious files

I ordered my overseers

to begin slaughtering the laborers.

If you felt that way about your filing clerks

why did you take Marritza's name?

My plan was to do nothing less

than kill every Bajoran in the camp

and, to this day, my one regret is that I was not able

to accomplish this honorable goal.

You're Marritza, aren't you?

You mistake me for that bug?

That whimpering nothing?

Oh, you stupid Bajoran girl.

Don't you know who I am?

I'm your nemesis.

I'm your nightmare.

I'm the Butcher of Gallitep.

The Butcher of Gallitep died six years ago.

You're Aamin Marritza, his filing clerk.

That's not true.

I am alive.

I will always be alive!

It's Marritza who is dead.

Marritza, who was good for nothing

but cowering under his bunk and weeping like a woman.

Who, every night, covered his ears

because he couldn't bear to hear

the screaming for mercy of the Bajorans.

Covered my ears every night, but...

I couldn't bear to hear those horrible screams.

You have no idea what it's like to be a coward...

to see these horrors...

and do nothing.

Marritza's dead.

He deserves to be dead.

What are you doing?

I'm letting you go.

Security?

Get in here.

You didn't commit those crimes

and you couldn't stop them.

You were only one man.

No, no, don't you see?

I have to be punished.

We all have to be punished.

Major, you have to go out and tell them

I'm Gul Darhe'el.

It's the only way.

Why are you doing this?

For Cardassia.

Cardassia will only survive

if it stands in front of Bajor and admits the truth.

My trial will force Cardassia to acknowledge its guilt

and we're guilty, all of us.

My death is necessary.

What you're asking for is another murder.

Enough good people have already died.

I won't help kill another.

You should be back on Kora II in three days.

Well, there's nothing for me to go back to.

We've contacted officials there.

They'll be waiting to help you.

If they believed that I was Gul Darhe'el

then my trial might have helped to bring about a new Cardassia.

Now you've told them I was just a file clerk.

What you tried to do was very honorable.

If Cardassia is going to change

it's going to need people like you.

Why?!

He wasn't Darhe'el! Why?!

He's a Cardassian!

That's reason enough.

No!

It's not.