(Unhappy people are hammering on the airlock door
as O'Brien's assistants work frantically)
O'BRIEN: Look, save your energy. We'll have you out of there as soon as
possible. I hope. Try re-routing the power coupling.
JAHEEL: Mister O'Brien.
O'BRIEN: See if you can activate the interlock servos.
JAHEEL: Mister O'Brien.
O'BRIEN: Captain Jaheel, those people have been stuck in that airlock
for over an hour. Now if you can wait until we get that door opened,
I'll be happy to listen to any problems you might have.
JAHEEL: But I've already been waiting two days for your people to
readjust my ship's antimatter flow converter.
O'BRIEN: I'm afraid we've gotten a little bit behind in our maintenance
JAHEEL: I'm not interested in hearing excuses. I have a shipment of
Tamen Sasheer waiting to be delivered to Largo
Five, and I'll need to do better than warp one to get there before it
O'BRIEN: I'll try to get a repair crew to you by the end of the day.
Now that's the best I can do.
JAHEEL: Your best, Mister O'Brien, hardly seems good enough.
DAX [OC]: Dax to O'Brien.
O'BRIEN: O'Brien here.
DAX [OC]: Can you spare a minute, Chief? I have a little problem here
at the lab.
O'BRIEN: On my way.
[Outside the lab]
DAX: Thanks for coming, Chief.
O'BRIEN: What are you doing out here?
(She opens the door and a high pitched noise comes blaring out)
O'BRIEN: Have you checked the EPS convertor?
DAX: Yes. First thing.
O'BRIEN: How about the intensity grid?
DAX: It's fine.
O'BRIEN: Then it's probably the secondary phase modulator. We had
trouble with them last week in the main power core.
That should do it.
(the noise stops, along with the rest of the powered systems)
O'BRIEN: Anything else I can do for you?
KIRA: The navigational computer hasn't been working
reliably for three days. I ask for the star charts of the Argosian
sector, Glessene sector comes up instead. That's when I can coax this
O'BRIEN: (under the console) Uh-huh. Try it now.
KIRA: That's more like it. You look like you could use some sleep.
O'BRIEN: Who has time for sleep? I'd settle for five minutes of peace
(Sisko gets a drink from the replicators and it is awful)
SISKO: Chief, I thought you were going to fix the replicators.
O'BRIEN: You're absolutely right, sir. I knew I'd forgotten something.
Can't have the operations chief sitting around daydreaming when there's
work to be done, can we? I'll get right on it.
(Basically a Cardassian Jefferies tube)
O'BRIEN: Fix the replicators, Chief. My console's offline, Chief. I
should've transferred to a cargo drone. No people, no complaints.
(He comes out and tries the replicator panel.
there's an energy discharge, then it returns to normal)
O'BRIEN: Hot coffee, black, double sweet.
(It looks right, smells right and tastes right. He gives it a final
once over and we get to see the little hidden device start blinking.)
ODO: Tell me, Quark, am I mistaken or is business a
little slow today?
QUARK: Slow? It's been almost nonexistent for the past three days.
ODO: Who knows, if things don't improve you may be forced to close
QUARK: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
ODO: Let's just say, without you around my job would be considerably
QUARK: Without me around, you'd be forced to find some other, poor
innocent to persecute. Think about that while you sit here gloating at
ASOTH: Quark! You call this Kohlanese stew?
QUARK: If your meal isn't satisfactory I'm sure we could exchange it
for something more to your liking.
ASOTH: Aren't you the least bit curious as to how it tastes?
(Asoth force-feeds Quark the revolting stuff)
ASOTH: Now, you served it, you're going to eat it.
ODO: All right, that's enough.
ASOTH: I said eat it!
ODO: I said, that's enough.
(A painful shoulder grip sends Asoth on his way)
ODO: Well, another satisfied customer.
QUARK: It's these replicators. If I don't get them fixed soon, they'll
destroy my business.
ODO: Why not get O'Brien to fix them? He has the replicators on the
command level working perfectly.
QUARK: I'm on his waiting list. He assures me he'll get to them as soon
as he can.
ODO: No telling when that will be. The Chief's a very busy man.
QUARK: Computer, display a station layout. Highlight locations of all
repaired replicators on command level.
COMPUTER: Information restricted to security clearance five and above.
Please enter security verification.
(Quark selects two rods from a selection in the drawer and inserts
COMPUTER: Clearance verified.
O'BRIEN: There you go, sir. I think you'll find
that more to your liking.
(The drink is acceptable)
SISKO: Very much appreciated, Mister O'Brien.
O'BRIEN: Don't mention it, sir. Unfortunately, there are plenty of
replicators around the station that still need looking after.
SISKO: You all right, Chief?
O'BRIEN: I'm just a bit hot. The environmental controls must be acting
SISKO: Send my regards to Mrs O'Brien. Jake tells me she's a wonderful
O'BRIEN: That's nice to hear, sir. She's flower units about the lad
SISKO: Excuse me?
SISKO: What was that you just said?
O'BRIEN: She's quite fond of the lad herself.
SISKO: I'm glad to hear it.
O'BRIEN: Very good, sir.
CREWMAN: Hello, Lieutenant.
DAX: I forgot how different it was.
KIRA: How different what was?
DAX: Being female. I haven't been one for over eighty years. All this
KIRA: I imagine it must take some getting use to.
DAX: Actually I find it quite enjoyable.
QUARK: Major Kira. Lieutenant Dax.
(Business looks booming)
QUARK: I'd be honoured to have you join my little party. As my guests,
KIRA: What's all this, Quark? You cheat your one thousandth customer?
QUARK: Who says Bajorans don't have a sense of humour? Actually, we're
celebrating the repair of the bar's replicator system. Perhaps I could
interest you in a nice double whipped Idanian spice pudding.
DAX: What do you think?
KIRA: I think I'm due back at Ops, but go on, enjoy yourself.
QUARK: Please, make yourself comfortable,
Lieutenant. I did say a double whipped spice pudding, didn't I?
DAX: It's lovely. I almost hate to eat it.
QUARK: By all means, take the time to admire its beauty While I admire
(O'Brien looks very unwell)
O'BRIEN: How can I help you, Major?
KIRA: You're the one who could use a little help.
O'BRIEN: Oh, no, I'm fine, really.
KIRA: I suppose this isn't a good time to tell you that number three
turbolift has broken down again. Joking, Chief.
O'BRIEN: Major, larks true pepper.
O'BRIEN: Let birds go further loose maybe. Shout easy play.
KIRA: Chief, you're not making any sense.
O'BRIEN: Round the turbulent quick. Well, close the reverse harbour.
Ankle try sound. Reset gleaming. Dinner to bug.
KIRA: Chief, wait.
(O'Brien is having his eyesight checked,
BASHIR: Computer, continue neural imaging scan and stimulate visual
COMPUTER: All visual responses normal.
(Headphones go on)
BASHIR: Computer, begin auditory stimuli.
COMPUTER: No physiological damage. All brain functions within normal
BASHIR: Will you pull up Mister O'Brien's neurophysiological history,
JABARA: Yes, Doctor.
(O'Brien grabs a PADD and starts tapping on it)
KIRA: What is that? What's he written?
(The PADD says 'Flame the dark true, salt way link, complete strike,
limits victory, frosted wake, simple hesitation)
BASHIR: I wish I knew.
O'BRIEN: Strike limits. Flame the dark true salt.
BASHIR: Please, Chief, have a seat.
O'BRIEN: Way link complete. Way link!
(Kira pushes him back onto the bed)
KIRA: What's wrong with him?
BASHIR: He appears to be suffering from a form of aphasia. It's a
perceptual dysfunction in which aural and visual stimuli are
incorrectly processed by the brain. His actual thinking hasn't been
affected, but he's incapable of expressing himself or understanding
O'BRIEN: Victory strike limits frosted wake. Simple hesitation!
SISKO: I'm not sure I follow you, Doctor. You say
Mister O'Brien is aphasic, but all of his tests come up negative.
DAX: Isn't aphasia typically associated with some kind of cranial
BASHIR: Yes. It can occur as a result of a stroke or blow to the head.
But there's no evidence of that here.
DAX: Did you check the medical library for any precedents?
BASHIR: And rechecked. Nothing so far.
SISKO: Do you have any theories?
BASHIR: Not yet.
SISKO: Find one. Major Kira, get hold of the Chief's personal duty log.
I want to know where he's been and what he's done for the past fifty
KIRA: I've already examine it, Commander. He's been all over the
SISKO: Retrace his steps and see what you come up with. Dax, you will
temporarily assume Mister O'Brien's duties.
DAX: Yes, I'll
SISKO: Is there a problem, Lieutenant? Lieutenant?
DAX: I'm sorry, Benjamin. I'm unable to foolish assembled regal
BASHIR: Spontaneous development of aphasia is
virtually impossible. Yet we saw Lieutenant Dax become aphasic before
our eyes. This told me we are dealing with a disease that only mimics
aphasia. So I ran a full neurosynaptic comparison of Dax and O'Brien,
and I found this in the temporal lobes of both patients.
SISKO: A virus?
BASHIR: It imposes itself within the established synaptic pathways and
then randomly reroutes them. For example, when I look at this, (holds
up a tricorder) a process occurs in my brain which connects the
stimulus to the word tricorder. This virus disrupts that process.
SISKO: I'd see a tricorder but I would say something ridiculous like
JABARA: Doctor, I think you should get over here.
CREWWOMAN: Night, the flow trade again.
CREWMAN: View lost pile luck. Away tunnel back the garden.
SISKO: Doctor, I want this station put under emergency quarantine
BASHIR: Yes, sir.
(Odo comes out of his office to an empty Promenade
but a noisy bar)
ODO: Quark, what is going on here?
QUARK: What does it look like?
ODO: It looks like business as usual, but that's impossible because all
shops and business have been closed until further notice.
QUARK: Except, of course, for essential station operations.
ODO: For which this place hardly qualifies.
QUARK: I don't think they'd agree. This quarantine has everybody on
edge, Constable. Would you deprive them of a little harmless diversion?
ODO: They'd be safer in their quarters.
ASOTH: Quark, that Kohlanese stew. Magnificent.
QUARK: Fortunately, my assistant Rom, was able to fix the replicators.
ODO: Yes, very fortunate.
[Promenade upper level]
SISKO: Jake! I expected you home an hour ago.
JAKE: Sorry. I was at Nog's. (they go down the stairs) Dad, about this
quarantine, it's going to be okay, isn't it?
SISKO: It's just a precaution. Nothing more.
JAHEEL: I wish I shared your confidence Commander.
SISKO: Go straight home, son. I'll see you at dinner.
SISKO: Captain Jaheel, all visitors have been confined to their ships.
JAHEEL: Believe me, there is no place I'd rather be.
SISKO: Then what are you doing here?
JAHEEL: Commander, I officially request permission to leave this
SISKO: Request denied.
JAHEEL: But none of my crew has been affected by this virus of yours,
and unless I depart at once my whole cargo will be ruined.
SISKO: Captain, I suggest you return to your ship now.
JAHEEL: Please. I don't want to get sick.
SISKO: I'm sorry, but until we find a cure for this thing, no one's
(Quark lets himself into the room with a food
trolley and goes to the replicator)
QUARK: Computer, let's start with one Ferengi starduster, please. Extra
(The trolley morphs into Odo)
QUARK: I thought the front wheels were sticking a bit.
ODO: Unauthorised access to crew quarters is a crime, Quark. You could
have just asked to use the replicators.
QUARK: There's an old Ferengi saying. Never ask when you can take. How
did you figure it out?
ODO: You claimed Rom fixed your replicators.
ODO: Rom's an idiot. He couldn't fix a straw if it was bent.
QUARK: You're right. Rom is an idiot. Remind me to get rid of him
BASHIR: Based on the levels of the virus found in
the patients' blood, I believe it's being absorbed through ingestion.
SISKO: You're saying it's in our food?
KIRA: That's not possible. All the food on the station is replicated,
and all the replicators use biofilters. They automatically screen out
contaminants including viruses.
BASHIR: Major, I've analysed samples from replicators all over the
station. Food on the command level is contaminated.
SISKO: But all of us here have eaten from those replicators. How come
we're not aphasic?
BASHIR: This virus is highly adaptable. Its incubation period seems to
vary within each individual.
KIRA: According to O'Brien's duty log, the last thing he did before
become aphasic was fix the command level replicators.
SISKO: Get a repair crew over there to inspect the site. Let's shut
down those replicators. Maybe we'll be able to limit further
BASHIR: I'm afraid that's not going to do it, sir. I've been getting
aphasic patients from all over the station.
SISKO: How is that possible?
ODO: You can thank Quark. I caught him using a replicator in one of the
vacant crew quarters. He was producing his entire menu out of there.
BASHIR: If this virus is present within a large enough segment of the
population, it could mean
SISKO: What is it, Doctor?
BASHIR: I just took an air sample.
(Puts his tricorder results on a monitor)
SISKO: The virus?
BASHIR: It's mutated into an airborne variety.
ODO: Which means?
BASHIR: Which means the whole station is infected.
Station log, stardate 46423.7. Nearly sixty percent
of DS Nine's population has now contracted the aphasia virus. We've
initiated standard quarantine procedures, and are advising all incoming
ships to maintain their distance from the station until further notice.
(Kira finds the device)
KIRA: I found it inside the replicator's pattern
SISKO: O'Brien must have accidently triggered it when he repaired the
KIRA: According to Bashir, it introduced an anomalous programming
sequence into the materialisation subroutine. In effect, it built the
virus directly into the replicated food at a molecular level.
SISKO: So what we have here is sabotage.
KIRA: Cardassian sabotage.
SISKO: How can you be sure?
KIRA: It has a diboridium core for a power source. That is Cardassian
BASHIR [OC]: Bashir to Sisko.
SISKO: Sisko here.
BASHIR [OC]: Commander, I think you'd better get down here to the
Infirmary, as soon as possible.
SISKO: On my way.
SISKO: You wanted to see me, Doctor?
(Then he sees -)
JAKE: Left, become better, control, entire hope.
BASHIR: We've converted some empty crew quarters into a hospital ward.
He'll be well looked after.
SISKO: I'll take him there myself. Come on, Jake. You're going to be
BASHIR: Commander, when you've got a moment, I've found something I'd
like to show you.
NURSE: It'll be fine. Just lay back. I know, but
just lay back and relax.
QUARK: Food. Dabo. Drinks. Money. Hand. Mine. Give.
SISKO: Well, Quark, I see even you couldn't weasel your way clear of
QUARK: You underestimate the Ferengi immune system, Commander. I'm
merely here visiting
my less fortunate customers to make sure they're not faking the illness
to avoid paying their bills.
SISKO: No one's that devious.
QUARK: I am. You gold owe me. I now give.
(They find Jake a bed next to Dax and O'Brien)
SISKO: We're doing everything possible. I'll be back as soon as I can.
BASHIR: The virus is synthetic, Commander. Its
nucleotide sequence is too perfect. It's clearly not natural.
SISKO: You're saying the Cardassians genetically engineered this thing?
BASHIR: Well that's what I thought at first, but I've studied
Cardassian genetic engineering. They always build distinctive
monoclonial links into their DNA. This virus has none of those
SISKO: All right then, who made it.
BASHIR: That's what I wanted to find out. So I referenced all known DNA
construction techniques in the Federation records, and this protein
series was the key. It indicates that
SISKO: Doctor! Who created this virus?
BASHIR: The Bajorans, sir. I believe it must have been a terrorist plot
to sabotage the Cardassians while they were here.
KIRA: The energy decay of this power core indicates
that it dates back to the building of the station.
ODO: That's eighteen years ago. I suppose the Bajoran underground could
have smuggled it aboard during construction, before I took over as Head
SISKO: But why would the underground go to all the trouble of planting
a booby trap and not set it off?
ODO: Maybe they forgot.
KIRA: No. More likely they were captured or killed before they could
SISKO: We need to find out who created this virus. You're our best
KIRA: Eighteen years is a long time.
ODO: Besides, even if she finds who did this, that's no guarantee they
can help us.
SISKO: We just have to hope they remembers the antidote.
ODO: That's assuming they ever bothered to create one.
KIRA: Had to be someone in the underground familiar
with genetic engineering.
GALIS [on monitor]: Eighteen years ago. Sounds like something Dekon
Elig might have thought up.
KIRA: How can I find him?
GALIS [on monitor]: The last I heard he was in a Cardassian prison.
KIRA: Where was he being held?
GALIS: The Velos Seven Internment Camp. But that was nine years ago.
KIRA: And you have no idea where he is now? Think, Galis. This is
GALIS: I'm sorry, Kira, but it was all so long ago.
JABARA: What is it, Jake?
JAKE: Roll linger when life. Roll linger when.
(O'Brien is very still)
DAX: Other support. Strong courage.
(Dax puts the nurses hand on O'Brien's forehead)
JABARA: He's running a high fever.
JAKE: Open way long. Open way.
JABARA: Doctor, we have an emergency in crew quarters.
SISKO: How is he, Doctor?
BASHIR: Not good, I'm afraid. The virus has attacked his autonomic
SISKO: Can he be stabilised?
BASHIR: He hasn't responded to neural stimulation. I've given him
thirty cc's of corophizine to avoid secondary infection, but so far
I've been unable to lower his fever.
SISKO: What are his chances?
BASHIR: Unless I find some way to counteract the virus, he'll be dead
in twelve hours.
SISKO: Have you made any progress?
BASHIR: No. I've tried base pair destabilisers, sequential disruption,
nothing seems to affect it. Sir, I've got seven other aphasic patients
displaying the same symptoms as O'Brien here, and I'm afraid this is
only the beginning.
SISKO: Keep searching, Doctor. I hope Major Kira can find whoever's
responsible for creating this virus.
BASHIR: I'd like to meet that person myself. This virus is a work of
SISKO: I'll try to arrange it for you.
COMPUTER: Link established with the Bajoran
KIRA: Locate files on Velos Seven Internment camp.
KIRA: Do you show a record of an inmate named Dekon Elig?
KIRA: Biographical data.
COMPUTER: Dekon Elig. Geneticist. Former member of the Higa Metar Sect
of the Bajoran underground. Killed while attempting escape stardate
39355. Certificate of Death on file.
SISKO: No need to ask how you're doing.
KIRA: Chasing after ghosts.
SISKO: You have twelve hours to catch one.
KIRA: And then?
SISKO: People start dying.
KIRA: Computer, display Dekon Elig's Certificate of Death. Identify
signature of witness.
COMPUTER: Certificate of Death was witnessed by Surmak Ren, Bajoran
KIRA: Show me biographical data on Surmak Ren.
COMPUTER: Doctor Surmak Ren. Former member of the Higa Metar sect of
the Bajoran underground. Repatriated to Bajor
upon closing of the Velos Seven Internment Camp, stardate 46302.
Current status unknown.
(Empty, so Quark is playing dabo on his own.)
ODO: Any luck?
QUARK: I haven't won a spin in hours. Care to place a friendly wager?
If it's your reputation you're thinking about no one need ever know.
ODO: It has nothing to do with my reputation. The truth is, I never
learned the game.
QUARK: You mean, you've sat here for all these years and you don't even
know how to gamble?
ODO: That's correct.
QUARK: No wonder you always look so bored. The rules are quite simple,
actually. I'd be happy to show them to you.
ODO: Some other time perhaps. Sisko needs me in Ops. And since the
entire security force stricken with aphasia, the Promenade in a very
QUARK: How unfortunate.
ODO: Consider it a warning, Quark, because I'm holding you personally
responsible if anything turns up missing. Is that understood?
BASHIR: Computer, analyze test sample thirty seven
delta. Detail effects on viral containment.
COMPUTER: Working. Analysis complete. Sample thirty seven delta
ineffective. Viral protein sheath is unaffected. Nucleotide sequence
BASHIR: Computer, replay morning.
COMPUTER: Command unclear. Please repeat.
BASHIR: Glass lunch judge a bin to let it
COMPUTER: Command unclear. Please repeat.
(The readout on the screen is now gibberish. Oh dear.)
KIRA: Computer, establish link with the Bajoran
Medical Index for the Northwestern District.
COMPUTER: Link established.
KIRA: Access all information on Doctor Surmak Ren.
COMPUTER: There are no records matching that name.
KIRA: Try the Northeastern District, same search.
COMPUTER: Doctor Surmak Ren, currently serving as Chief Administrator
of the Ilvian Medical Complex.
KIRA: Computer, open a channel to the Ilvian Medical Complex.
SURMAK [on monitor]: This is Doctor Surmak. And you are?
KIRA: Major Kira Nerys. Bajoran liaison to Deep Space Nine.
SURMAK [on monitor]: Ah yes, the old Cardassian mining station. How can
I help you?
KIRA: That depends.
SURMAK [on monitor]: On what?
KIRA: On whether or not you helped Dekon Elig plant an aphasia virus
here eighteen years ago.
SURMAK [on monitor]: I have no idea what you're talking about.
ODO: Look, Sisko. I'm a security officer, a good
one, but that doesn't make me qualified to help you run station
SISKO: You're probably right, Constable, but as you can see, you're all
KIRA: Commander? Commander, I think I found our scientist.
SISKO: Does he have an antidote?
KIRA: I don't know. He broke the connection the minute I mentioned the
SISKO: Major, you mind telling me where you're going?
KIRA: To continue my conversation with Doctor Surmak in person.
SISKO: Major, I can't allow you to break quarantine. We can't risk
spreading the virus to Bajor.
KIRA: I am well aware of that, Commander. As a matter of fact, I don't
intend to step foot on the planet.
ODO: Better let her go, Sisko. She's all we've got.
ODO: Let's just hope there's someone left to greet her when she
SISKO: Jake. How's it going? I've missed you. I
know things don't look too good right now, but they'll get better. You
have to believe that. Because I'm not going to lose you, Jake. You hear
me? I'm not going to lose you.
ODO: You'd better take a look at this. We have
activity on docking port five. I think a ship is about to depart.
SISKO: Docking port five? That's Jaheel's ship. Put him on screen.
Captain, your ship has not been cleared for departure. The mooring
clamps are locked and I don't intend to release them.
JAHEEL [on viewscreen]: I suggest you change your mind. I'm taking aft
thrusters to one half.
SISKO: Captain, cut your engines before you rip your ship apart.
ODO: He's not reducing power.
SISKO: Jaheel, I'm ordering you to stand down.
JAHEEL [on viewscreen]: Your orders are no concern of mine. My entire
crew has been confined to your hospital. I must leave now while I can
SISKO: Look, I understand you're frightened, but believe me, you're
better off here. You don't want to be out there alone and get hit by
JAHEEL [on viewscreen]: Don't worry about me. I'm fine, and I plan to
stay that way. And if you think you're going
(Sisko mutes the transmission)
SISKO: We'll have to retract the clamps. Once he's clear of the station
we can grab him with a tractor beam. Damn.
ODO: What's wrong?
SISKO: There's too much stress on the mooring clamps. They're not
(Jaheel is being shaken around)
ODO: His aft isolation plate buckled.
SISKO: His main power core's been ruptured. If the internal fuel cells
collapse the whole ship will explode.
ODO: And take half the docking ring with it.
KIRA: Computer, isolate a comm. line to the Ilvian
Medical Complex, Administrator's office.
COMPUTER: Line isolated.
KIRA: Scan office for lifeforms.
COMPUTER: One life form present.
KIRA: Lock on and stand by to transport.
SURMAK [on monitor]: This is Doctor Surmak.
KIRA: Hello again, Doctor. Just checking to see you're in your office.
SURMAK [on monitor]: I have nothing to say to you
(And as he stands up Kira beams him aboard the runabout)
KIRA: Hello again, Doctor.
SURMAK: This is outrageous. I demand you return me to my office
KIRA: Relax, Doctor, you won't be gone long.
SISKO: Try to re-establish visual contact with
ODO: No response. His comm. lines are down.
SISKO: Bypass communications through a secondary grid. See if you can
switch to external pickups.
ODO: Got it.
(A burning bridge is on the viewscreen)
ODO: His fire control systems don't appear to be working.
SISKO: We have about fifteen minutes before the fuel cells collapse.
ODO: I hope you feel better than you look.
SISKO: It must be that damn virus. This is Sisko. Any station personnel
who can understand what I'm saying come to Ops immediately. We need
help up here. We have to get that ship away from the station.
ODO: Why don't we explode the mooring clamps. The blast should push the
ship away from the docking ring.
SISKO: We'll have to get down there and blow them manually.
ODO: I'll do it.
SISKO: All right. You can cross barrels. All job appalled.
ODO: What was that?
SISKO: Bread the arrive seen earlier.
ODO: Oh, I see.
SURMAK: Major, this is kidnapping. Turn this ship
around or I swear you'll spend the rest of your life in Kran-Tobol
KIRA: Fine. But first we need your help. The aphasia virus is spreading
through the station.
SURMAK: Why come to me?
KIRA: You helped create the virus, didn't you?
SURMAK: No, I had practically nothing to do with it. Dekon Elig created
the virus. I was merely his medical assistant. That seems like a
lifetime ago now. I was only in the underground for six months before
we were captured. I am not responsible for this.
KIRA: I am not looking to place blame. All I want is the antidote.
SURMAK: I don't know of any antidote. If Dekon made one, he never told
KIRA: Listen, Surmak. I have a station full of dying people, and you
are the closest thing there is to an expert on this virus.
SURMAK: I sympathise, Major. But I don't think I can help you.
KIRA: All right. Then how about helping yourself?
SURMAK: Meaning what?
KIRA: Meaning I've been infected with your virus, Doctor. So now you're
ODO: To anyone who can hear me. This is Odo.
Sisko's infected. I could really use some help here in Ops.
QUARK: Do I detect a note of panic in your voice?
ODO: Quark, am I to believe you're volunteering to help?
QUARK: Who said anything about volunteering? We can haggle over price
later. Now, how may I be of use?
ODO: I need to get to docking port five now. That ship's going to
explode in five minutes.
QUARK: I'll beam you over.
QUARK: Relax. I served on a Ferengi freighter for eight years.
ODO: All right.
QUARK: I must have witnessed the procedure hundreds of times.
ODO: Witnessed? You mean to say you never handled the controls
(Odo is beamed away to a smoke-filled docking port as the runabout
approaches the station)
KIRA: Kira to Ops. Approaching landing pad seven.
Request clearance to initiate docking procedure.
QUARK [OC]: Welcome back. I could use some help up here.
KIRA: Quark? What are you doing in Ops?
SURMAK: First thing I need to see is your Doctors'
viral characterisation research. He was beginning to develop an
antidote series. Let's take a look at that.
KIRA: Listen, Doctor, I'll be in Ops. If you need me use this string
impact. Lot show red intense.
SURMAK: I think you'd better sit down, Major.
[Docking port five]
(Jaheel is on the floor with his ship on fire
behind him. Odo hauls him through the airlock to safety)
JAHEEL: Dog fellow distance.
ODO: Yeah, tell me about it.
QUARK [OC]: Odo, you'd better hurry up.
QUARK: That ship's going to explode in one minute.
SURMAK: Virus protein sheath. Nucleotide sequence.
Yes, that's right. It's an adaptive, synaptic inhibitor. Dekon was
brilliant, no doubt of that. I think we've found your antidote, Major.
[Docking port five]
QUARK [OC]: Forty seconds.
(The outer airlock door closes and Odo gets to the first manual clamp
QUARK: Thirty seconds. Hurry.
[Docking port five]
ODO: I know, I know.
(Second clamp released)
QUARK: Twenty seconds!
[Docking port five]
(The inner airlock door is closed)
QUARK [OC]: Ten seconds!
(Odo jettisons the ship and it is hurled away to go KaBOOM at a safe
distance, although somehow the shockwaves manage to travel through
vacuum to the station)
QUARK [OC]: Odo? Quark to Odo.
QUARK: You still with us?
[Docking port five]
ODO: Try not to sound too disappointed.
QUARK: Now, about that little matter of my hazard
[Docking port five]
Odo drags Jaheel to his feet)
ODO: Come on, come on.
Station log, stardate 46425.8. With the help of
Doctor Bashir's notes, Doctor Surmak was able to find an antidote for
the aphasia virus. We are continuing to administer it throughout the
station, and things are slowly returning to normal.
SISKO: Good to have you back, Chief.
O'BRIEN: Thank you, sir.
SISKO: (to replicator) Coffee, black. (it's revolting) O'Brien!