(There's a ship on the viewscreen)
KIRA: Definitely Cardassian.
DAX: And in trouble. Its engines are completely disabled.
SISKO: Open a hailing frequency. This is Commander Sisko of Deep Space
Nine. Do you need assistance?
DAX: They're not answering. Their life support systems are operating on
SISKO: Better lock on a tractor beam and pull them into cargo bay
seven. Tell Mister O'Brien to meet me there.
(The airlock rolls open and Cardassian civilians
SISKO: I'm Benjamin Sisko, commander of Deep Space Nine. My chief of
operations, Miles O'Brien. Do any of you need medical assistance?
NATIMA: I think we're all fine, considering. I'm Professor Natima Lang.
These are two of my students, Rekelen and Hogue.
O'BRIEN: What happened to your ship?
NATIMA: We were caught in a meteor swarm. I'm a decent teacher, but I'm
afraid I'm not much of a shuttle pilot. Do you think you'll be able to
repair our ship?
O'BRIEN: I'll have to take a look. Excuse me.
(O'Brien and an engineer go into the airlock)
NATIMA: We'd like to be on our way as soon as possible. We know having
Cardassians on a Bajoran station may cause trouble. That's the last
thing we want.
SISKO: If anyone can fix your ship, it is Mister O'Brien. In the
meantime, you're welcome to stay here. If you stick to the Promenade,
I'm sure there won't be any trouble.
(A meal is being served)
BASHIR: Wait, wait, wait a second. Are you telling me you agreed with
General Yiri's decision to execute his brother?
GARAK: Of course I agreed. Yiri's brother was a traitor to the
BASHIR: The evidence is all circumstantial.
GARAK: It all comes down to a question of loyalty. My dear Doctor, Yiri
had to choose between protecting his brother and protecting the state.
He chose the state, as would I, every time.
BASHIR: I suppose that's one way of looking at it. But then again,
before you can be loyal to another, you must be loyal to yourself.
GARAK: And who can we thank for those misguided words of wisdom? Sarek
BASHIR: Actually, it was Bashir of Earth.
GARAK: With sentiments like those, you wouldn't last for five seconds
BASHIR: Would you?
GARAK: Fishing again, Doctor?
BASHIR: Well, assuming you're not a spy
BASHIR: Then maybe you're an outcast?
GARAK: Or maybe I'm an outcast spy.
BASHIR: How could you be both?
GARAK: I never said I was either.
(Meanwhile, downstairs Odo has just walked in.)
ODO: I heard an interesting rumour today.
QUARK: Only one? I started at least twelve.
ODO: Rumour has it you've managed to get your hands on a small cloaking
QUARK: And you believe everything you hear?
ODO: When it's about you, yes. According to Bajoran law, such a device
would be highly illegal.
QUARK: If I had one, which I don't.
ODO: I didn't expect you to admit it. I'm simply serving notice. You
try to sell it and I'll see to it that you spend the next fifty years
digging trenches in a penal colony.
QUARK: I told you, you have nothing to worry about.
(Quark sees Natima on the promenade and rushes out of the bar.)
QUARK: Excuse me. Excuse me. Out of my way. Excuse me.
QUARK: I knew you'd come b
(Natima hits him, hard)
NATIMA: I told you never to speak to me again.
(Natima and her students march off)
ODO: Are you all right?
QUARK: All right? This is the happiest day of my life.
(After the opening titles, Quark catches up to them at the spiral
QUARK: Natima, wait. At least let me buy you and your friends a drink.
I can make you a Samarian Sunset.
NATIMA: I don't drink Samarian Sunsets anymore.
QUARK: Why not?
NATIMA: Because they remind me of you.
HOGUE: (male) Is this Ferengi bothering you?
QUARK: This Ferengi happens to be Natima's old and cherished friend.
Who are you?
NATIMA: These are my students.
QUARK: Students. You don't say. I'd love to sit in on one of your
classes. What do you teach?
HOGUE: Political Ethics.
REKELEN: (female) Her teachings will change the future of Cardassia.
NATIMA: That's enough, Rekelen.
QUARK: Not at all. I want to hear more. I always knew Natima was
destined for greatness.
(The group sit at a table near the entrance)
QUARK: Just one drink. It'll be like old times.
NATIMA: It'll never be like old times.
QUARK: You're right. It'll be better. I'll be right back with
(Quark goes over to the bar.)
ODO: Your hands are shaking. So, how well does this woman know you?
Just enough to dislike you, or well enough to really hate you.
QUARK: She used to work here on the station. She was a correspondent
for the Cardassian information service. It was before your time.
ODO: So which is it, dislike or hate?
QUARK: It's none of your business, but if you have to know, I was the
love of her life.
ODO: Must have been some life.
(Quark takes a single glass to the table)
HOGUE: What about our drinks?
QUARK: If you want a drink, the bar's right over there.
NATIMA: Go ahead.
(Hogue and Rekelen go to the bar)
QUARK: Your Samarian Sunset.
(He pings the glass to get the clear liquid to turn into a
yellow-orange sunset effect)
NATIMA: I said I didn't drink these anymore.
QUARK: Because they remind you of me. But since I'm here anyway, you
may as well enjoy yourself. Besides, it's on the house. You know,
you're as beautiful as ever.
NATIMA: And you're as big a liar as ever.
QUARK: You see, just like old times. I've missed you, Natima. That's no
NATIMA: You seem to have kept busy.
QUARK: Oh, yes, I'm very successful. But as the two hundred and twenty
third Rule of Acquisition says
NATIMA: Please. I haven't heard a Rule of Acquisition in seven years
and I don't want to hear one now.
QUARK: So, how long are you going to be on the station?
(Bashir and Garak have come down the stairs.)
GARAK: Thank you for another enjoyable lunch. Doctor.
(Bashir and Garak leave. Garak nods to Natima on his way out. Rekelen
and Hogue return to the table.)
NATIMA: I didn't think there'd be any Cardassians left on the station.
QUARK: He's the only one.
HOGUE: What do we do now?
QUARK: Is something wrong?
NATIMA: We have to leave as soon as possible. Goodbye, Quark. Thanks
for the drink.
QUARK: But you didn't touch it.
SISKO: How are your repairs coming?
O'BRIEN: The damage is more extensive than I thought. They were lucky
to escape the attack.
SISKO: The attack?
O'BRIEN: They weren't in any meteor swarm. They were hit by Cardassian
KIRA: That doesn't make sense. Why would Cardassians fire on other
DAX: Maybe you should ask her.
(Natima and Co arrive on the turbolift.)
NATIMA: Commander, I hate to be an imposition, but I need my ship.
SISKO: That's not possible. Mister O'Brien is still working on it. Your
ship sustained more damage than we originally thought. In fact
NATIMA: You suspect that our ship was damaged by Cardassian weapons.
You're right, of course.
NATIMA: It's all right, Hogue. I should've told them the truth in the
KIRA: Then why didn't you?
NATIMA: Because Cardassians don't involve outsiders in their internal
politics. Especially Bajorans.
SISKO: Being shot at by your own people goes a little beyond politics.
NATIMA: We take our politics very seriously. Commander, if I don't get
my students to safety they're going to be killed. And if they die, the
future of Cardassia may die with them.
NATIMA: There are some who believe the future of
Cardassia should not remain in the hands of the military.
SISKO: And you're among them?
HOGUE: Yes, we are.
NATIMA: Rekelen and Hogue are two of the most important leaders of our
SISKO: Which makes you fugitives.
HOGUE: The military's afraid to let us speak our minds.
REKELEN: They've already tried to kill us once. They're sure to try
NATIMA: Which is why I have to get them off this station as soon as
SISKO: I'll dispatch additional work crews to help repair your ship.
HOGUE: We saw another Cardassian aboard the station in the bar.
SISKO: Garak. He saw you?
NATIMA: I'm certain of it.
SISKO: Well then, we may have a problem. Mister Garak is a bit of a
mystery to us. I'll assign you some guest quarters. You'll be safe
there until your ship is ready.
NATIMA: We appreciate your assistance, Commander.
GARAK: Ah, Mister Quark, this is a surprise. I
don't believe you've ever been in my establishment before.
QUARK: You usually don't frequent mine, either. Though I did see you in
GARAK: The Replimat was a little crowded. So what brings you here now?
QUARK: Oh, I just wanted to see what you're offering. What do you get
GARAK: Seventeen strips of latinum.
QUARK: I tell you what, I'll give you twenty.
GARAK: Twenty? How uncharacteristically generous for a Ferengi.
QUARK: Just one businessman trying to help out another. I figure we
have to stick together.
GARAK: Well, this is the latest style on my homeworld. Do you like it?
QUARK: I'm no expert on Cardassian fashions. What do you think?
GARAK: I don't know. It's been so long since I've had a Cardassian
QUARK: Then you're in luck. There're some board on the station right
GARAK: Now that you mention it, I think your lady friend may find this
style very appealing. You're old friends, aren't you?
QUARK: You're very perceptive, for a Cardassian.
GARAK: It would have been hard to miss the way you were looking at her.
QUARK: It would've been hard to miss the way you were looking at her.
GARAK: Personally, I find this style a bit too radical, but your friend
seems the sort who appreciates that kind of thing.
QUARK: Different tastes for different people. Nothing wrong with that,
GARAK: Oh, you'd be surprised how detrimental a poor choice of fashion
can be. Take this dress. It may be all the rage now but in a very short
time it can become tiresome, an affront to the eyes. Certain people
might even think it's objectionable. And then (Garak tears it) Nothing
QUARK: I see.
GARAK: Mister Quark, might I offer you some free advice?
QUARK: As long as I'm under no obligation to follow it.
GARAK: I've been in this business a long time and I know there's
nothing worse than following the wrong trend. Now you're a smart
fellow, with your own inimitable sense of style. Perhaps you should
mention this to your lady friend. I'd hate to see her fall victim to
QUARK: Would you like to explain that?
GARAK: She's chosen to associate herself with some rather flamboyant
companions. It would be a tragedy if she got in the way when her
friends go out of fashion.
QUARK: If anyone tries to harm her, they're going to have to deal with
GARAK: What're you going to do, short change them at the dabo table?
QUARK: I think I'll buy this dress after all. See that it's mended.
NATIMA: What is it you want from me?
QUARK: I know you're in trouble. I want to help you.
NATIMA: I don't want your help.
QUARK: I owe you. You saved my life. If you'd turned me over to the
authorities, I would have been executed.
NATIMA: I admired your courage. It was a brave thing you were doing
selling food to the Bajorans. I thought you were a man of honour.
QUARK: I'm a Ferengi. You should've known better.
NATIMA: You're right. I should have. Instead
QUARK: Can't you even say it?
NATIMA: I can't even think it.
QUARK: Okay, I'll say it for you. We fell in love. And that month we
spent together was the best time of our lives and you know it.
NATIMA: I think you're confusing lust with love.
QUARK: I admit I'm capable of that, but not this time. I loved you,
NATIMA: Then how could you have betrayed me?
QUARK: I didn't betray you.
NATIMA: Don't lie to me, Quark. I know better. You used my personal
access codes to authorise payments for goods you never provided.
QUARK: So I took a little money from the Cardassian Communication
Service. They could afford it.
NATIMA: You stole that money.
QUARK: I saw a chance for profit and I took it. Maybe that was wrong. I
don't know. But what I really regret is betraying your trust. That was
the worst mistake of my life.
NATIMA: And you'd do it again in a second. I believed in you, Quark.
But you were using me like you use everyone. For profit.
QUARK: Then let me make it up to you. Let me help you. I ask for
nothing in return.
QUARK: Except that you stay with me forever.
NATIMA: I can't stay here. My students need me.
QUARK: Listen to me, Natima. You can't leave me. Not now. If you don't
stay with me, I'll have to follow you. And I will, wherever you go,
until you agree to take me back.
NATIMA: You don't even know me anymore. I'm part of the Cardassian
underground. Following me will only get you killed.
QUARK: I'll take that chance.
NATIMA: What about the bar?
QUARK: I don't care about the bar. I'll turn it over to Rom. He'll run
it into the ground in a month, but it doesn't matter. I have to be with
NATIMA: It won't work, Quark. You say you'd do anything for me. Maybe
right now, you even believe it. But I know better. In the end, you'd
only care about yourself.
QUARK: But I love you.
NATIMA: I don't love you.
QUARK: Now which one of us is lying?
NATIMA: You'd better go.
QUARK: All right. But if there's anything you need, anything at all,
I'll be waiting.
NATIMA: It'll be a long wait.
O'BRIEN: Professor Lang's ship should be ready to
go in about an hour, Commander.
SISKO: Good, I'll let her know.
KIRA: We have a Cardassian warship approaching fast.
SISKO: On screen. Hail them, Lieutenant.
DAX: No response.
KIRA: They're taking up an attack posture.
DAX: They're ignoring us.
O'BRIEN: They're powering up their forward disrupters.
KIRA: Shields up.
SISKO: Lock on phasers and photon torpedoes. Prepare to return fire if
GARAK: Commander. We think we should talk.
SISKO: All right, Garak, do you mind telling me why
a Cardassian warship is threatening my station?
GARAK: No one is threatening you. The Central Command merely wants to
make sure they have your undivided attention.
SISKO: Well, they have it. I assume this has something to do with
Professor Lang and her students?
GARAK: Students is a rather benign term for them. Terrorists would be
more accurate. The Cardassian government would very much like Hogue and
Rekelen returned home immediately.
SISKO: They haven't committed any crimes here. As long as they're on my
station, they're free to do whatever they want.
GARAK: This is all very embarrassing, Commander. The Central Command
would hate to see the Federation pulled into such an insignificant and
purely internal affair.
SISKO: I would hardly call it insignificant. Judging by the behaviour
of the ship out there, it appears the Central Command considers Hogue
and Rekelen to be extremely dangerous.
GARAK: Not at all. Annoying, perhaps, inconvenient, maybe, but
dangerous? Hardly. And if they were dangerous, would the Central
Command entrust the situation to me, a simple tailor?
SISKO: Which only confirms what I have suspected all along. You, Mister
Garak, are no simple tailor.
GARAK: Really, Commander, that's another discussion entirely. All you
really need to know right now is that the return of Hogue and Rekelen
is in the best interests of the Cardassian Empire.
SISKO: Or at least in the best interest of the Cardassian military.
GARAK: Is there a difference?
SISKO: Do you really expect a Bajoran station under Federation command
to turn over Cardassian political refugees on your say-so?
GARAK: The ultimate decision is of course yours. I am simply relaying a
SISKO: Then relay this. Tell the Central Command if anyone attempts to
take Hogue and Rekelen by force, I will respond in kind. Am I clear,
GARAK: Absolutely. Thank you for your time. Oh, and if you'd like, stop
by the shop one day. I have a number of suits that would look quite
flattering on you.
QUARK: Here, you go. Two mugs of Kanar on the
HOGUE: We didn't order these.
QUARK: They're the drinks I promised you the first time you came in
here. Sorry they took so long but things have been a little hectic. Do
REKELEN: I'm afraid that we do.
HOGUE: Professor Lang told us you couldn't be trusted.
QUARK: You Cardassians do hold grudges. Seven years ago Natima and I
had some little silly lovers' quarrel and well, all I can say is I'm
willing to let bygones be bygones.
HOGUE: But Professor Lang isn't.
QUARK: I have to say I find your loyalty to her extremely touching.
REKELEN: There is nothing that we wouldn't do for her, and if she says
we're not to talk to you, we don't talk to you.
QUARK: I understand. She's your teacher, you're her students. You have
to listen to her. So, if you don't want to talk to the only person who
can get you off this station in one piece, that's fine with me.
REKELEN: You say you can help us get away?
QUARK: It's possible.
QUARK: One second.
(Quark taps everything nearby)
QUARK: The station's security chief's a shape-shifter. You can never be
too careful. I take it you know what a cloaking device is? Well, I have
one. It's not in the best of condition but it'll work for about fifteen
minutes. Long enough to get you away from here.
REKELEN: Sounds expensive.
HOGUE: We don't have much latinum. What we do have is yours.
QUARK: Exactly how much latinum are we talking about? No, forget I said
that. I don't want your money. Consider the cloaking device a gift.
REKELEN: I'm surprised. Ferengis aren't known for their generosity.
QUARK: We are a deeply misunderstood race.
HOGUE: You may've saved our lives. Our movement owes you a debt of
QUARK: And I know exactly how you can repay me. You have to convince
Natima to stay here.
REKELEN: The Professor will never agree to stay behind.
QUARK: No Natima, no cloaking device, and no way off this station.
REKELEN: She won't do it.
QUARK: You have to talk her into it. After all, you're the ones the
Cardassians are after.
HOGUE: He's right. She shouldn't have to risk her life for our crimes.
REKELEN: I suppose we could ask her.
QUARK: Don't ask her. Tell her.
HOGUE: We will. We'll do our best.
QUARK: I'm sure you will. I shudder to think what would happen if the
military got its hands on you.
HOGUE: Meet us at our quarters in an hour.
QUARK: I'll be there.
NATIMA: Come in.
QUARK: Where are Rekelen and Hogue?
NATIMA: They're waiting at the ship.
QUARK: Perfect. I know my quarters might seem a little crowded at
first, but tomorrow morning, I'll put in a request for something
NATIMA: That won't be necessary.
QUARK: All right. If you want your own quarters to start out with, I
can arrange that, too.
NATIMA: I mean I'm not staying.
QUARK: Now hold on. Your students and I have an agreement. They get the
cloaking device and you stay with me. That way everyone's happy.
NATIMA: Quark, you say you love me? Then give me that cloaking device
and let me be on my way.
QUARK: And let you disappear out of my life again?
NATIMA: I'm not part of your life.
QUARK: But you are. You always have been. Don't you understand, since
you left me, not a day goes by that I don't regret what I did. And now
you're asking me to lose you again.
NATIMA: You lost me a long time ago.
QUARK: All right, then say it. Let me hear you say there isn't a spark
of love left in you.
NATIMA: There isn't a spark of love left in me.
QUARK: I heard that.
QUARK: You hesitated. Admit it, you still care.
NATIMA: Quark, I don't have time for this. Give me that cloaking
QUARK: I can't. I won't let you go.
(She gets a weapon from a drawer)
NATIMA: Quark. I didn't want to have to get it this way, but I need
that device. Give it to me. Now.
QUARK: Or what? You'll shoot me?
NATIMA: If I have to.
QUARK: Then go ahead and shoot.
(Just as he reaches for the weapon, she fires and he falls. The
cloaking device rolls from his hand. After the break.)
NATIMA: Quark. Quark, are you all right.
QUARK: You shot me.
NATIMA: I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I've never fired a phaser
before. I barely touched the trigger
QUARK: Careful. Owww.
NATIMA: It hurts?
QUARK: She wants to know if it hurts? Of course it hurts. It's supposed
to hurt. It's a phaser.
NATIMA: I made sure it was on the first setting.
QUARK: How considerate of you.
NATIMA: Should I get a doctor?
QUARK: It's okay. Maybe if you rub it.
NATIMA: Oh, Quark, I'm sorry.
NATIMA: Yes, for everything. For all those horrible things I said.
QUARK: You really didn't mean them?
NATIMA: I love you, Quark. I've always loved you. Even when I hated
NATIMA: I've missed you. I've missed you so much. Being with you was
the happiest time of my life.
QUARK: And now we're together again, and we have the rest of our lives
to be happy.
NATIMA: I wish it was that easy.
QUARK: It can be if you let it.
NATIMA: I'm not the same person I was seven years ago. I have
QUARK: I'll share them with you.
NATIMA: The movement is my life now. I don't have time for anything
QUARK: We'll make the time. You're a woman, Natima, believe me, I know.
It's not right for you to be alone.
NATIMA: I'm not alone. I have my students, my dreams for a better
QUARK: But are dreams enough? Can dreams make you laugh? Can dreams
hold you close at night?
NATIMA: No. But my life demands I make certain sacrifices.
QUARK: And you've made them, but it doesn't mean you can't be happy.
NATIMA: We did have fun together, didn't we?
QUARK: Remember the day I installed my first holosuite.
NATIMA: I'd never been in one before.
QUARK: I still have that programme. The picnic on Rhymus Major. Two
suns in the sky.
NATIMA: The sound of the waterfalls.
QUARK: The whisper of flitterbird wings over our heads.
NATIMA: You painted my face with honey.
QUARK: And a Mordian butterfly landed on your nose.
NATIMA: And a Mordian butterfly got stuck on my nose.
QUARK: His wings were beating almost as fast as my heart.
NATIMA: Those were good times.
QUARK: The best. And we can have them back again. I'll give the
cloaking device to your students. Once they're gone you'll be safe, and
we can be together.
NATIMA: I can't just abandon them. They need me.
QUARK: I need you. Listen to me, Natima. You've done enough for the
movement. You lit the match. Let them carry the torch. Or are you
saying that the movement won't survive without you?
NATIMA: Of course it will.
QUARK: Then let it. And let us have the happiness we deserve.
NATIMA: You really do love me, don't you?
QUARK: With all that I am, Natima. Forever. Will you stay?
NATIMA: Yes, Quark. I'll stay.
QUARK: You don't know how I've waited to hear you say that.
(The doorbell interrupts their passion. Quark hides the cloaking device
under the table.)
ODO: Professor Lang?
QUARK: Not now, Odo. Can't you see we're busy?
ODO: I apologise for the interruption, but I'm afraid, madam, that
you're under arrest.
NATIMA: I'm what?
QUARK: On what charge?
ODO: Commander Sisko will explain. I'm truly sorry.
QUARK: Now hold on.
NATIMA: Quark, it's all right.
NATIMA: Commander, would you please explain what
we're doing here?
SISKO: I'm afraid all of you are to be turned over to the Cardassian
REKELEN: You can't do that.
SISKO: I wish I didn't have to, but Cardassia has offered to hand over
a half a dozen Bajoran prisoners in exchange for you.
NATIMA: And you've agreed to this?
ODO: The Bajoran Provisional Government has agreed to it. A Cardassian
transport will deliver the Bajoran prisoners within five hours.
NATIMA: Commander, you have no idea what they'll do to us.
REKELEN: We're the ones they're after. At least let Professor Lang go.
SISKO: I'd like nothing better, but the provisional government has
ordered you all be turned over. I'm fighting this every way I can. I'm
not ready to give up yet. But in the end, this is a Bajoran station,
and I have to abide by their decision no matter how much I disagree
TORAN: How the mighty have fallen.
TORAN: It's Gul Toran now.
GARAK: They've made you a Gul. I didn't realise the situation on
Cardassia had gotten so desperate.
TORAN: I find your bitterness extremely gratifying. I'm glad to see
that you're adjusting so poorly to exile.
GARAK: Actually, I'm finding my time here quite illuminating.
TORAN: Then I don't suppose you'd be interested in going home again?
GARAK: Am I to be rewarded for informing the Central Command about the
presence of Hogue and Rekelen on the station?
TORAN: Perhaps. But only after you see to it that they don't leave this
GARAK: But I suggested a prisoner exchange and the Central Command
TORAN: I convinced them otherwise.
GARAK: They listen to you?
TORAN: My voice is less tarnished than yours.
GARAK: Kill them and all you'll do is create martyrs.
TORAN: You overestimate their importance.
GARAK: And how do you propose to arrange this unfortunate incident?
TORAN: I'm sure you'll think of something. You always did in the past.
Don't you see? Lang's death will benefit us both. Unless of course, you
intend to spend the rest of your life as a tailor.
GARAK: I see your point.
TORAN: I knew you would.
(Odo is reading a PADD)
QUARK: Odo, we have to talk.
ODO: I'm busy. Come back later.
QUARK: Later will be too late. (sees what Odo is reading) I, the Jury
by Mickey Spillane?
ODO: Chief O'Brien loaned it to me. This better be important, Quark.
QUARK: It is. Odo, you have to let Natima and her students go.
ODO: Do I?
QUARK: Those students could be the key to a new Cardassia. A Cardassia
free of military rule and oppression.
ODO: Since when have you become so interested in Cardassian politics?
QUARK: A freer more open society on Cardassia would benefit this entire
sector. And it'd be great for business.
ODO: So, wanting me to free Natima and those students is strictly a
financial consideration on your part?
QUARK: Now, Odo. Don't allow my greed to keep you from doing the right
ODO: I know you better than you think, Quark. This isn't about
Cardassia, and for once it's not even about profit. This is about
QUARK: You're right. It is. Her life is in jeopardy as long as Rekelen
and Hogue are on the station.
ODO: Why didn't you tell me that before?
QUARK: What was I supposed to say? That I love her? That I would do
anything for her? That without her, my life would be meaningless? Sure,
I could say those things, but what good would it do? How could I expect
you to understand? You've never had those feelings. You don't know what
it means to really care about another person. You've never been in
love. You've got all the emotions of a stone. No offence.
ODO: Go on.
QUARK: Listen to me, Odo. You do this for me, and I promise you
there'll be no more secrets between us. I will tell you about every
underhanded deal, every lying scheme, every dirty trick my brother
Rom's involved in.
ODO: Well, since you put it that way, I'm not interested.
QUARK: Okay, okay, let me put it another way. Do it for me.
ODO: For you?
QUARK: That's right. For all the years we've known each other. For
everything we've been through together. You say you know me better than
anyone else? Well, I know you. Sure, sometimes we're on opposite sides,
but that doesn't mean that we aren't close. I never told you this, Odo,
but I consider you as dear to me as my brother.
ODO: And I've seen how well you treat him.
QUARK: Odo, look at me.
(Odo turns round but cannot see Quark.)
QUARK: Look at me. I'm on my knees. I'm begging you. I don't care why
you do it. Pick any reason you want. But please, let Natima and the
ODO: All right. I'll do it.
QUARK: You will?
ODO: But not for you. Turning Hogue and Rekelen over to the Cardassians
would mean their deaths. I've read their files and nothing they've done
warrants that kind of punishment. I'll free them, Quark, but only in
the name of justice.
QUARK: Justice. That was going to be my next suggestion. (He gets up)
So, you're not really doing this for me?
ODO: That's right.
QUARK: Then I don't owe you a thing. Thank you.
(Quark hugs Odo)
QUARK: You'll never know how much this means to me.
ODO: Let go.
QUARK: Sorry. Now let's hurry before you change your mind.
ODO: One question. How do you expect Rekelen and Hogue to get past that
warship? I knew you had a cloaking device.
QUARK: I always said you were too smart for me, Odo.
NATIMA: Quark, what are you doing here?
QUARK: Getting you out.
NATIMA: Thank you.
ODO: Good luck.
QUARK: I've installed the cloaking device in the
central engine core. You can activate it from the bridge as soon as the
mooring clamps are released. Then I suggest you take your ship to warp
eight and don't look back. Now please, make your goodbyes brief.
(Quark opens the airlock and Garak is inside with a weapon.)
GARAK: But what's the rush?
REKELEN: You've betrayed us.
GARAK: Don't. I'd hate to ruin such a nice suit.
QUARK: Why are you doing this?
GARAK: Exile tends to wear a bit thin after a while, even with
surroundings as pleasant as these.
QUARK: Fine. Take them, but leave Natima alone.
HOGUE: No, he's right. We're the fugitives, not you.
QUARK: You see, they agree with me.
GARAK: Unfortunately, it's not their decision to make, nor mine.
Professor Lang, however minor her role in this matter, has come to the
attention of the Central Command.
NATIMA: Do you think killing us will change anything? Cardassia is
slipping out of the hands of the military, and nothing you do will
GARAK: Madam, I am not here to debate you.
QUARK: Garak, if you harm these people, I'll see to it that Commander
Sisko prosecutes you to the fullest extent of the law.
GARAK: Which brings up another issue. Quark, things would've gone much
easier if you'd taken my advice and not gotten involved with these
QUARK: I was already involved.
GARAK: I know. A pity, really. Personally, I rather like you, Quark.
QUARK: You mean you're going to shoot me too?
GARAK: Before I became a tailor, I lived by a simple motto. Never let
sentiment get in the way of your work. A bit of a
cliché, but true, nonetheless.
QUARK: I'll keep that in mind.
GARAK: Well then, although I admit it's against my better judgement,
I'm afraid I must carry out the verdict of the Central Command.
QUARK: But you admit that they're wrong. Why don't you stand up for
what you believe in?
TORAN: More to the point, what do you believe in, Garak?
GARAK: What are you doing here, Toran?
TORAN: Making sure that you carry out your assignment. I suspected that
two years living among the Bajorans would make you soft. I see I was
GARAK: You've never been right about anything. Now step aside, Toran,
and allow me to finish this sorry business.
TORAN: I will take over from here.
(Toran takes Garak's weapon.)
GARAK: Why? So you can take the credit and make sure I remain in
TORAN: I can't believe that you were once considered clever. Do you
think that completing this one simple task your reputation will be
restored at Central Command?
GARAK: No, I suppose not.
TORAN: Go back to your sewing kit, tailor.
(As Toran points the weapon at Rekelen's nose, there's a flash. Garak
has vapourised Toran.)
GARAK: Well, some people should never be promoted. Well, don't just
stand there. Your ship is waiting.
QUARK: I'm going to see to it that every Ferengi on the station shops
at your store.
GARAK: Ah. That alone makes it all worthwhile.
QUARK: You heard the man. Get moving.
HOGUE: Thank you. Both of you.
(Hogue and Rekelen enter the airlock)
QUARK: Yes, yes, yes, go, quickly. Keep up the good work.
(Natima kisses Quark)
NATIMA: Quark, I've got to say goodbye.
QUARK: Just let them go. It'll be less painful that way.
NATIMA: No, you don't understand. I have to say goodbye to you. I'm
going with them.
QUARK: But we had a deal.
NATIMA: I can't stay here. Maybe one day I can come back and we'll be
together again, but not until my work is done.
QUARK: So all I have to do to get you back is wait until Cardassia
becomes a free and democratic society?
NATIMA: I promise, I'll make it worth the wait.
QUARK: I don't suppose I could come with you.
NATIMA: No. It's not your fight. Besides, I could never live with
myself if something happened to you. I need to know that you're here,
safe. That way a part of me will always be safe too. I love you, Quark.
I always will.
(Natima enters the airlock)
QUARK: I love you, too.
GARAK: I suggest we return to the Promenade without delay.
QUARK: You have to tell me, why'd you do it? Shoot Toran?
GARAK: Why did you let Professor Lang go?
QUARK: I had no choice. I love her.
GARAK: And I love Cardassia. Which is why I had to do what I did.
QUARK: I don't understand.
GARAK: That's the thing about love. No one really understands it, do