(Someone's winning big at the dabo table, and Quark
is watching from upstairs.)
QUARK: Not now. Look!
(And another spin.)
(Mardah hands the winnings to the lucky punter and Jake blows her a
(The winner takes his money.)
MARDAH: You aren't leaving?
MARDAH: Come on. Aren't you feeling lucky?
OKALAR: All right then. One more time. Let it ride.
MARDAH: Karjinko. Sorry.
(Mardah leaves the wheel.)
OKALAR: Wait a minute there. My name is Okalar. What's yours?
(Mardah takes a glass from a tray and goes to sit with Jake.)
JAKE: You are evil.
MARDAH: Who, me?
JAKE: He was going to walk away a winner.
MARDAH: The first rule of dabo is watch the wheel
BOTH: Not the girl.
MARDAH: So, what's on the menu tomorrow night? Tomorrow night? Dinner
with your father?
MARDAH: He didn't tell you? He came by this afternoon and invited me to
dinner tomorrow night. In fact, he said it was your idea.
JAKE: My idea? Oh, I guess I might have mentioned something about
having you over. I thought he forgot.
MARDAH: It is all right, isn't it? I mean, you don't mind, do you?
JAKE: Oh, no. No, of course not. It'll be great. You're going to love
my dad's cooking.
(As the young people gaze into each other's eyes, Quark is tallying his
takings when a purple-haired female comes and strokes his lobes.)
QUARK: This is a surprise.
BOSLIC: A pleasant one, I hope.
QUARK: So do I.
BOSLIC: I have some salvage for you, Quark.
QUARK: This isn't a good time to be selling your kind of salvage.
BOSLIC: Oh, it's perfectly legal and it's really salvage this time.
QUARK: I'm not looking for junk right now, but I'm more in the market
BOSLIC: I think you'll like this junk, Quark. It's wreckage from a ship
that crashed in the Gamma Quadrant.
QUARK: You're still going to the Gamma Quadrant? I love bold women. How
BOSLIC: Three bars of latinum and you can have it all.
QUARK: What kind of ship is it?
BOSLIC: I don't know.
QUARK: Can I see it first?
BOSLIC: There's no time. Quark, you and I have been doing business for
years. Don't you trust me?
(The bay is stuffed full of strange large pieces of
QUARK: Three bars of latinum? It was worth it.
(There's a crying noise. Quark clears the top of a gently steaming
container and opens it.)
QUARK: No. No. No.
(A tiny infant is being checked over by Bashir and
SISKO: You bought a child?
QUARK: I just thought that I was buying some wreckage. How was I
supposed to know there was a baby in there?
SISKO: Maybe you should inspect the merchandise before you make the
deal. Or isn't there a Rule of Acquisition for that?
QUARK: There is and I do, usually.
DAX: We haven't been able to trace the Boslic Captain since she left
the station. Her flight plan said she was headed for Risa, but I don't
think we should put much faith in that.
BASHIR: Well, I haven't been able to identify his species, but he seems
to be healthy.
BASHIR: For a humanoid, he has an incredibly fast metabolic rate. The
cells in his body are dividing at a pace I haven't seen outside of a
laboratory, but since there are no thyroid or hypothalamic problems, I
assume this is only natural for someone of this species but I would
like to do further tests.
SISKO: Very well. What do we know about the ship the boy was on?
DAX: Chief O'Brien just started to analyse the wreckage. We should have
a preliminary report in a couple of hours.
QUARK: Now wait a minute. I paid good money for that wreckage and
(Sisko gives him a Look.)
QUARK: And now it's yours. Enjoy.
(Quark leaves and Sisko picks up the baby.)
SISKO: Hi there.
DAX: We should contact one of the orphanages on Bajor and let them know
we might have someone for them.
DAX: I was talking about an orphanage.
SISKO: Oh, right. Have Major Kira make the appropriate arrangements.
And keep me informed about him.
BASHIR: Yes, sir.
[Promenade - upper level]
DAX: You are positively glowing.
SISKO: Oh, come on.
DAX: I haven't seen that look on your face since
SISKO: Since Jake stopped wearing diapers. I never thought I'd hear
myself saying this but, I miss taking care of Jake when he was a baby.
I miss holding him, singing to him at night, feeding him.
DAX: Listening to him cry, changing his diapers, worrying when he was
SISKO: I haven't forgotten. But there are times when I would give
almost anything for the days when I could make Jake happy just by
lifting him over my head. Good night.
(Jake is lying on the couch, working on a PADD.)
SISKO: Hey, how about a hug for the old man?
(Jake turns away from him.)
JAKE: Why didn't you tell me you were going to invite Mardah to dinner?
SISKO: Well I did, weeks ago. I told you if you didn't invite her soon,
I'd invite her myself.
JAKE: I still wish you'd given me a little more warning.
SISKO: I didn't realise that a dinner invitation required so much
JAKE: It doesn't, and it's not a problem or anything. It just caught me
SISKO: Well, dinner isn't till tomorrow night. That'll gives you a full
day to prepare her for the traumatic experience of having dinner with
the old man.
JAKE: Yeah. I mean, there's nothing to prepare for. It's just dinner.
JAKE: All right.
SISKO: You wanted to see me, Doctor?
BASHIR: Yes, it's about our new visitor
SISKO: Is something wrong with the baby?
BASHIR: No, but he's not a baby any more.
(A young boy is sitting on a bed, with a hint of scales on his
BASHIR: There are a great many species with what we would consider
accelerated growth rates. But they're usually small, physiologically
simple creatures. I've never seen such a rapid maturation process in
anything as complex as a humanoid.
SISKO: He looks about eight or nine years old. How old is he in
BASHIR: Well, judging by his cellular kinetics profile, I'd say he's no
more than two weeks of age.
BOY: Who are you?
SISKO: I'm Benjamin, and that's Julian. Do you have a name?
BOY: I need food.
BASHIR: With your kind of metabolism, I'm not surprised. I'll get you
something in a few minutes.
BOY: Where am I?
SISKO: On a space station. Do you know what that is?
BOY: No, but I want to learn.
SISKO: I'd say we have a lot to learn from each other.
BASHIR: I'll be right back.
(They move away.)
SISKO: Advanced language skills.
BASHIR: And cognitive reasoning. He didn't just pick those up by
sitting there listening to us. This is either a natural ability of his
species or there's been some kind of basic intelligence implanted into
his genetic structure.
SISKO: Implanted? You mean artificially?
BASHIR: Yes. And I tend to discount the possibility that it is a
natural ability. His biomolecular diffusion gradient already suggests
that his cellular mitosis has been artificially enhanced.
SISKO: So, you're saying he may have been part of some experiment?
BASHIR: Possibly. If so, he's an example of some very advanced genetic
engineering. His cognitive abilities are developing without any
SISKO: I want you to test his mental abilities. See if they increase.
Maybe he'll get to the point where he can tell us who he is and where
he's comes from.
O'BRIEN: This is where Quark said he found the boy.
It seems to be some kind of stasis chamber that was damaged in the
SISKO: That could imply that they didn't want him to begin maturing
while he was on board. What about the rest of the wreckage?
O'BRIEN: It seems to indicate this was some kind of freighter or
SISKO: Did you find any computers or other information systems?
O'BRIEN: No, not yet. Most of it's just junk. Twisted bulkheads, burnt
deck plating, that sort of thing. We should have a full inventory done
by tomorrow morning.
SISKO: Good. By the way, the replicators in my quarters' on the blink
again. Could you spare someone this afternoon to fix them?
O'BRIEN: That's right. Tonight's the big dinner with Mardah.
SISKO: You know about that?
O'BRIEN: Well, Jake mentioned it this morning. In fact, I'd say it's
the only thing on his mind.
SISKO: You would think I was going to court martial her by the way he's
O'BRIEN: Well, I guess it's only natural. Bringing a girl home for the
first time's a pretty traumatic experience.
SISKO: Quark may call her a dabo girl but she's twenty years old. She's
a woman and Jake's a sixteen year old boy. It has to stop.
O'BRIEN: Why did you invite her over, if you don't mind my asking.
SISKO: Curiosity, mostly. I wanted to see what I was up against.
O'BRIEN: What if it turns out you like her?
SISKO: She's a dabo girl and she's dating my son. I don't want to like
O'BRIEN: Sixteen years old and dating a dabo girl. Godspeed, Jake.
(Kira is carrying a large, rustling plant. She
rings a doorbell. Odo comes out and closes the door behind him.)
KIRA: Odo. For you.
ODO: Ah. Let me guess. Decoration for my new quarters.
KIRA: Just a little something to brighten the room.
ODO: That's very thoughtful of you.
KIRA: You're welcome.
ODO: I suppose you'd like to see my new quarters.
KIRA: Everyone wants to see your quarters. It's called curiosity.
(He sighs, gives in and they enter.)
(No furniture, just objects, some very large)
ODO: It's not really finished yet. This is just the start.
KIRA: The start of what?
ODO: I want to make this room into a place where I can explore what it
truly means to be a shape-shifter.
KIRA: I thought it had to be something like that. I mean, you don't
exactly need an entire set of quarters just to sit in your bucket.
ODO: I don't use the bucket anymore. I've kept it to reminder of how I
used to be. But now, when I need to regenerate, I simply revert to my
gelatinous state anywhere in these rooms. Here, I can experiment with
different shapes, textures. I can bring in various forms to emulate,
and I can do it in private.
KIRA: I'm sorry if I intruded. Maybe I should leave.
ODO: No, please. You're always welcome here, Major.
KIRA: Well, where shall we put it?
(Odo gets the bucket from its hiding place and it transforms into a
BASHIR: The boy's DNA sequence has definitely been
altered. The nucleotide analysis proves that conclusively.
DAX: So he's a product of genetic engineering. But why? Was he a unique
experiment or is this sort of thing common to his species?
BASHIR: There's more. His blood chemistry shows he's missing a key
isogenic enzyme. Without large quantities of it his circulatory system
would simply shut down.
DAX: Can you replicate this enzyme?
BASHIR: I've been trying and I think I've come up with a temporary
substitute, but what I don't understand is why anybody would want to
genetically engineer someone with such an obvious flaw.
HORTAK [OC]: (urgent) Nurse Hortak to Doctor Bashir. You're needed in
the Infirmary immediately.
BASHIR: On my way.
(We are the viewpoint of someone provoking
reactions of anger and fear.)
BASHIR: Listen, it's all right, no one's going to hurt you. Let's just
go back inside and
(Bashir gets knocked down and we see the back of someone running off.)
DAX: Security to the Promenade.
(Odo comes out of his office)
ODO: Stop! Stay where you are!
(The runner lunges at Odo, who lets him pass through his body then
reforms facing him. The young man submits to Odo.)
DAX: Dax to Sisko.
SISKO [OC]: Go ahead.
DAX: I think we've solved the mystery of our young visitor, Benjamin.
He's a Jem'Hadar.
SISKO: I've just spoken with Starfleet Command.
They want to make sure he's healthy enough to travel and then send him
to Starbase two oh one where he'll be handed over to a team of
KIRA: Sounds good to me. The sooner, the better.
ODO: What sort of specialists are we talking about, Commander?
SISKO: There will be a complete team xenobiologists and
exopsychologists waiting for him.
ODO: So they're going to study him like a laboratory specimen.
SISKO: He'll be very well treated.
ODO: So he'll be a well treated specimen.
BASHIR: I have to agree with Odo, Commander. We can't just ship him off
like some biological sample that we've found. He's a sentient life
DAX: True, but the Founders could have removed his sense of free will.
He may be nothing more than a genetically programmed killing machine.
KIRA: I agree. We don't want one of them walking around this station.
ODO: Fine. If you want answers about the Jem'Hadar, I'm the one who can
get them for you. Let me get to know him. I'll be responsible for his
conduct while he's here.
SISKO: Odo, do you really think you can control him?
ODO: He's already shown a certain deference to me. That's probably
another genetic alteration implanted by the Founders to insure the
Jem'Hadar's loyalty. I can keep him from harming anyone.
SISKO: I'd like to speak with the Constable in private for a moment,
(Bashir, Dax and Kira leave.)
SISKO: Talk to me, Odo. Tell me what's really going on here. What the
Founders did to the boy, to all the Jem'Hadar, is not your fault.
ODO: Maybe not, but I feel an obligation to undo some of the damage
that my race has done to this boy. And I also know what it's like to be
a specimen in a laboratory. Oh, I'm sure they'll treat him very well.
No one will risk harming their new prize. They'll be courteous, caring,
treat him like he's among friends, but in the end he'll be just another
specimen to them, something to be analysed and cataloged. Give me a
chance to find out if he really is just a programmed killing machine or
if we can help him become something else.
SISKO: I'll tell Starfleet we have some preliminary tests to run before
we send him to Starbase two oh one.
ODO: Thank you, Commander.
SISKO: Just be careful, Odo. He is still a Jem'Hadar.
(Now clearly Jem'Hadar the adolescent is throwing
himself against the forcefield.)
BASHIR: Listen to me. I'm trying to help. Your body is craving a
certain chemical compound. That is why you're feeling anxious and
having muscle spasms.
JEM'HADAR: There's nothing wrong with me.
BASHIR: Yes, there is, and denying it won't make it go away.
JEM'HADAR: Leave me alone.
ODO: You can wait outside. I think everything is under control now.
(Security leave, Odo turns off the forcefield.)
ODO: Please, sit down. You don't look well. How do you feel?
JEM'HADAR: Something's wrong with me. I feel sick when I eat. I have
pains in my head, in my chest.
BASHIR: His body is addicted to a specific isogenic enzyme. Right now,
he's experiencing all the symptoms of withdrawal.
BASHIR: That's right.
ODO: Can you replicate this enzyme?
BASHIR: I've had some success with triglycerides, but they're just a
stopgap measure. I can't get an exact chemical formula without doing
further tests, but he's shown a certain resistance to that idea.
JEM'HADAR: I don't want any more tests.
ODO: Doctor Bashir is trying to help you. You should let him.
JEM'HADAR: You may run your tests.
BASHIR: Thank you.
ODO: My name is Odo.
JEM'HADAR: I don't have a name.
ODO: When your tests are done, I can get you out of here, maybe show
you around the station.
JEM'HADAR: If you wish.
ODO: What do you want? Do you have any needs or desires of your own?
JEM'HADAR: I want to fight.
ODO: Who? Me?
JEM'HADAR: No. The others.
JEM'HADAR: I don't know. But that's what I want to do. Is that wrong?
ODO: Let's just say we need to find other interests for you to pursue.
For the moment, why don't you relax? Try not to be so tense. Take it
easy. Smile. A smile, you know.
(Odo demonstrates, but the Jem'Hadar version is more a sick grimace.)
ODO: Well, we'll work on that.
(Mardah and Jake are looking into each others eyes
and about to kiss when Sisko brings in the food.)
MARDAH: Smells good. What is it?
SISKO: Shrimp Creole with Mandalay sauce. One of my father's recipes.
JAKE: You're going to love this.
SISKO: I hope you like spicy food. This sure has a bite. So, Mardah,
tell me a little about yourself.
MARDAH: What do you want to know?
SISKO: Anything. Family.
MARDAH: There isn't much to tell. It's a pretty familiar story. Parents
killed during the occupation, raised by my neighbours until I was
thirteen, then I moved out on my own. I have a sister and a brother on
Bajor, but we haven't talked in years.
SISKO: Why not?
MARDAH: Sarjeno and Koran were not exactly thrilled when I told them I
had a job as a dabo girl. Then I told them what I thought of their
lives and we stopped speaking.
SISKO: I see.
MARDAH: It's amazing how some people will judge you based on nothing
more than your job.
JAKE: Did I mention that Mardah's quite a writer?
JAKE: Yeah. Mrs O'Brien used to say that Mardah should try to get some
of her stories published.
MARDAH: Jake, they aren't that good.
JAKE: Yes, they are.
MARDAH: Nothing like your poetry.
JAKE: No, you don't have enough faith in yourself.
SISKO: Poetry? You write poetry?
JAKE: Well, sort of. Not really.
MARDAH: Now who doesn't have enough faith in themselves? He writes some
of the most beautiful things I've ever read. That's what won me over.
SISKO: His poetry.
MARDAH: And the way he plays dom-jot.
SISKO: You play dom-jot?
MARDAH: Oh, your son can play. He's quite the hustler.
SISKO: A hustler?
JAKE: Why don't I see how dessert's coming?
(Jake leaves the room.)
MARDAH: Jake seemed like just another teenage boy at first, but there's
more to him than that.
SISKO: I'm beginning to realise that myself.
MARDAH: I care about him very much.
SISKO: And so do I. Now, tell me more about my poet-hustler son.
O'BRIEN: It's over here. This is it. We tried to
run an analysis of it, but the computer couldn't make heads or tails of
it. Do you really think this is the drug the boy's addicted to?
ODO: It seems logical that the Founders would've kept a supply of the
enzyme aboard his ship. Hopefully Doctor Bashir can determine if this
O'BRIEN: I still don't understand why they would engineer someone to be
addicted to a certain chemical.
ODO: I suspect it's another way of insuring the loyalty of the
Jem'Hadar to the Founders. If your soldiers are addicted to a drug that
can't be replicated and only you can provide, that gives you a great
deal of control over them.
O'BRIEN: Seems a pretty cold-blooded thing to do.
ODO: My people don't even have blood, Chief.
BASHIR: I believe this tube intravenously delivers
the chemical agent directly into the carotid artery.
ODO: How large of a dosage is required?
BASHIR: I'm not sure yet. This supply could last for a week or maybe a
month or even a year. I'll have to experiment to find the right dosage.
All right, we'll going to start with two milligrams per minute. Let me
know if you feel uncomfortable.
(The teenager relaxes)
BASHIR: Well, his heart rate is slowing. Some increase in
neurotransmitter activity, and his cortical impulse readings are
levelling out. Let's try three cc's.
(He gets blissed out)
BASHIR: I think we can hold it there for now. How do you feel?
JEM'HADAR: Good. Thank you.
ODO: You should rest now. We'll talk later. I'll be in my quarters.
JEM'HADAR: Wait. I want to go with you.
ODO: The doctor will take care of you.
JEM'HADAR: I want to stay with you.
BASHIR: He doesn't have to stay here as long as I can monitor his
ODO: Well, it seems I have my first houseguest.
JEM'HADAR: So you can change into any of these
ODO: With varying degrees of success. Some forms are more difficult to
emulate than others.
JEM'HADAR: Like what?
ODO: Like this one. As you can see, I haven't mastered the humanoid
face. I've found it to be quite challenging.
JEM'HADAR: Why do you want to look like a humanoid? You're better than
they are. You're a changeling.
ODO: That doesn't make me better, just different.
JEM'HADAR: But I know in here that I am inferior to you. But that
everyone else here is inferior to me.
ODO: No. That may be what your instincts tell you, but it's not true.
No one on this station is better than anyone else. We're all equal.
JEM'HADAR: Then I must be at fault, because I know that you cannot be
ODO: The first thing we have to establish is that I'm not infallible.
I'm no different than you are in that respect. You have to begin to
think for yourself, to make decisions based on what you want, not what
I want. Do you understand? Now tell me, what do you want right now?
Don't think about it. Just tell me the first thing that comes to mind.
JEM'HADAR: I, I want, I want to know more about my people. Who I am and
where I come from.
ODO: I can understand that. I was also found by aliens. I didn't know
who I was or what my people were like.
JEM'HADAR: Did you ever find them?
ODO: Yes, but sometimes the truth is not very pleasant. Computer,
display Bridge Security log USS Defiant, stardate 48214.5, time index
three one zero.
(The boarding of the Defiant is on the monitor.)
JEM'HADAR: These are my people?
ODO: Yes. They're a race of brutal warriors, but that doesn't mean you
have to be like that. You can channel your feelings of aggression in
ODO: Computer, run programme Odo One.
(A figure appears.)
JEM'HADAR: So this is not a real person?
ODO: That's right. He can't be injured or killed. He's just a computer
JEM'HADAR: How strong is he?
ODO: As strong as you want to make him. The computer will adjust his
strength, agility, speed, anything you want. In here, you can indulge
yourself. You can let your instincts take over, fight until you're
ready to stop. But at a price. Out there you have to control yourself.
You have to learn restraint. Learn how to live peacefully among other
races regardless of how you may feel, learn to contain your feelings of
aggression and violence.
JEM'HADAR: Can I?
(Odo nods, and he attacks the figure. He easily wins bout one)
JEM'HADAR: Can I do it again? Can I have a stronger opponent?
ODO: Computer, increase difficulty to level two.
(Bout two begins.)
JEM'HADAR: It's too easy. Make it more difficult.
ODO: Computer, increase to level three.
KIRA: Can I speak to you for a moment?
(Kira and Odo leave)
JEM'HADAR: Computer, increase to level five.
KIRA: I heard you let him move in with you.
ODO: It was his idea. He feels safer around me.
KIRA: Of course he does, Odo. He was programmed to feel that way.
ODO: It's more than that. I think I've begun to form a real connection
with him. He trusts me.
KIRA: But can you trust him? How long do you think you're going to be
able to control him?
ODO: I'm not trying to control anybody. I'm just trying to give him
some choices other than becoming a laboratory specimen or a Jem'Hadar
KIRA: I never thought I would say this to you, Odo, but you are
listening to your heart not your head. That boy was created in a
laboratory. His body, his mind, his instincts, are all designed to do
one thing. To kill.
ODO: My body, mind and instincts were designed to be a Founder. You
were trained to be a terrorist. But each of us chose to be something
different. I just want to give him the same chance we've had.
KIRA: All right. Give him a chance. Just don't forget he is a
Jem'Hadar. He's dangerous.
ODO: I'm well aware of the risk, Major.
KIRA: I hope so.
(The young warrior is in full bloodlust.)
ODO: Computer, end programme.
(This does not get a good reaction.)
[Promenade - upper level]
JEM'HADAR: Everyone keeps looking at me. They're
afraid of me.
ODO: They're mostly curious, but they're also afraid.
JEM'HADAR: They should be. I could kill any of them.
ODO: Is that all you can think about? Killing? Isn't there anything
else that you care about?
JEM'HADAR: I don't think so.
ODO: But there is so much more to life than that, so much for you to
discover and experience.
JEM'HADAR: Maybe there is for you, and maybe there is for all these
other people here, but for me
SISKO [OC]: Sisko to Odo.
ODO: Go ahead, Commander.
SISKO [OC]: I need to see you in my office, Constable.
ODO: On my way. Wait for me in our quarters.
(A deputy escorts the Jem'Hadar.)
ODO: Something's wrong.
SISKO: Starfleet is sending the USS Constellation to pick up the boy
and then take him to Starbase two oh one. They'll be here in five
ODO: I thought we had an agreement.
SISKO: I'm sorry, Odo. Starfleet considers the boy a top priority. I
did everything I could, but orders are orders. I put
(The Jem'Hadar unshrouds with a weapon.)
JEM'HADAR: You're not sending me anywhere.
SISKO: What do you want?
JEM'HADAR: A runabout.
SISKO: To go where?
JEM'HADAR: That's not your concern.
ODO: Listen to me. This is not the way.
JEM'HADAR: I know what I'm doing. I'm leaving this place and you're
going with me. You don't belong here any more than I do.
ODO: All right. It won't be necessary to hurt anyone. Commander Sisko
will see to it that no one interferes with us.
JEM'HADAR: If they do, I'll kill them.
ODO: Where are we going?
JEM'HADAR: To the Gamma Quadrant. It's where my people are. It's where
your people are. It's where we both belong.
ODO: I don't belong there. I don't believe you do either.
JEM'HADAR: I won't allow them to put me in a laboratory. I won't go
with them to Starfleet.
ODO: All right, but there are another options besides going to the
Gamma Quadrant. We can find a place where neither Starfleet nor the
Jem'Hadar will bother you. A place where you can grow and learn about
yourself without worrying about being sent to some laboratory. It's a
big galaxy. All we have to do is head out for unexplored space and keep
on going. I am willing to do this with you, to help start you on this
new life, if that's what you want.
JEM'HADAR: You just don't understand, do you? I want to be with my
people. I don't want to be anywhere else. I'm not like these other
humanoids. I'm a Jem'Hadar and that's what I want to be. You're not
like these humanoids either, but they've done something to you. They've
filled your mind with ideas, with these beliefs. I don't know what the
other Changelings are like, but I know they're not like you.
ODO: No, they're not.
[Outside the airlock]
(Sisko and security beam in)
SISKO: Spread out, but remember not to fires until you hear my command
or the boy fires first.
(Security scatter, then Odo and the lad arrive)
SISKO: This is as far as you go.
ODO: Let us go, Commander. I'm leaving of my own accord. I'll take the
boy back to his people then return in the runabout. If he boards the
Constellation when it arrives, he'll either kill a lot of innocent
people or be killed himself.
SISKO: What makes you think he'll let you come back?
ODO: I don't believe he could injure a Changeling.
SISKO: When the Constellation arrives I'll tell them that I couldn't
stop you from leaving, that I would've had to kill the boy to keep him
here. Admiral Necheyev won't like that answer but it has the virtue of
being the truth. Sisko to O'Brien. Release the security fields around
the airlock, Chief.
O'BRIEN [OC]: Aye, sir.
SISKO: I'll see you when you get back.
(Sisko and security leave.)
JEM'HADAR: He was afraid of me. I could see the fear in his eyes.
ODO: Commander Sisko was trying to do what's best for you. He was
trying to help you.
JEM'HADAR: He's not my friend. He's my enemy. And I now know that
anyone who is not a Jem'Hadar is my enemy.
ODO: Does that include me?
Station log, supplemental. Starfleet has expressed
disappointment over what it considers a missed opportunity to learn
more about the Jem'Hadar. However, I am happy to report that with the
boy gone, life on the station has returned to normal.
[Promenade - upper level]
(As Jake and Mardah walk hand-in-hand below.)
O'BRIEN: I think we can get the upper sensor grid back online by
SISKO: Good. We're going to need it in the next few days.
O'BRIEN: I thought you were going to lower the boom on the two of them.
SISKO: Well, I was, but some things came up at dinner I didn't expect.
O'BRIEN: Oh. Got to know her a little better? Decided you liked her
SISKO: No, I actually got to know Jake a little better. Have you ever
played dom-jot with him?
ODO: Major, about the boy. You were right.