Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s06e26 Episode Script
Tears of the Prophets (1)
Peldor joi, Emissary.
Peldor joi to you, too.
Well, it looks like the festival|was a big success.
Oh, everyone seemed to enjoy it.
Thank you, Captain.
For what? For insisting that the festival|take place in spite of the fact that we're|in the middle of a war.
Well, war or no war we have a lot to be grateful for and we must remember that.
Yes, we must.
Shouldn't you be heading|over to the Wardroom for the ceremony? On my way.
Let's go.
Come on, you guys.
Mommy, look! Isn't it pretty? Captain.
Nerys, I've been|looking for you.
Yeah, well, I really don't feel|like talking to you right now.
Don't you want to hear|my side of the story? No.
Well, someone has to maintain|order on the Promenade.
You arrested a vedek.
I'd hardly call it an arrest.
He wasn't in the holding|cell for more than an hour.
Besides, he broke the law.
Fund-raising on the Promenade without a license|is strictly forbidden.
Station Regulation|1526, paragraph 7-- Vedek Solis was raising funds|for Bajoran flood victims.
A very worthy cause.
Nevertheless, station|regulations are quite clear.
I don't care about|station regulations.
Is-is-is that the Orb|of Contemplation? Good-bye, Odo.
To Captain Benjamin|Lafayette Sisko in recognition|of your remarkable leadership and meritorious conduct|against the enemy and in particular,|for personal acts of bravery displayed during the battle|to retake Deep Space 9 Starfleet Command|is proud to present you the Christopher Pike|Medal of Valor.
Congratulations, Ben.
Thank you, Admiral.
And to think I knew him|when he was just a callow youth.
Oh, I bet even then,|he showed signs of greatness.
I'm proud of you, Dad.
Now if you would all excuse us I'd like a few words|with the Captain.
Good news, Ben.
Starfleet Command has decided we've been waging|a defensive war long enough.
They figure we're never|going to win this thing unless we take the fight|into Dominion territory.
No, I know, I know|you've been saying that since the Romulans opened a|second front with the Dominion.
Well, it took a while but your message|finally got through.
Well, when do we go? That all depends on you.
Me? That's right, Ben.
Starfleet has chosen you to plan the invasion|of Cardassia.
Oh, finally.
I've been waiting|20 minutes for you two to get out of that holosuite.
I'm sorry, Julian.
|We lost track of time.
Doing what? You were supposed to be up there|exercising.
I don't see any sweat.
Where are all the bruises? The-the, the broken bones -the blood?|-We were talking.
For an hour and 45 minutes? It is a private matter.
We're thinking|about having a baby.
It was a private matter.
Kira to Worf.
|Report to Ops immediately.
Acknowledged.
Well, you two are awfully quiet.
Uh, look, um, l-l-I don't want|to dampen your spirits, Jadzia but I told you|before you were married that from a medical|point of view it wouldn't be easy for a Trill and a Klingon to have a child.
And I'm worried the kid'll end up|looking like his father.
Well, I hope she does.
A baby? It's bad enough she married|that Klingon psychopath.
A baby? Do you have any idea|what that means? That their marriage|is going to last a lot longer than we thought.
Five squadrons|of Jem'Hadar attack ships.
At the moment, that's|the entire Dominion fleet protecting the Chin'toka system.
Only five squadrons.
It appears you've|found the weak spot we've been looking for.
Now, all we have to do is to convince|the Romulans to join us.
That will not be an easy task.
They're an arrogant|and untrustworthy people.
Without their help, we have|little chance of success.
We will succeed! Mark my words.
By this time next year the three of us|will drink bloodwine in the halls of Cardassia's|Central Command.
You're worrying over nothing.
Am I? It's a mistake to underestimate|our enemy, Damar.
You're spreading|our forces too thinly.
Until we find a way to bring reinforcements|from the Gamma Quadrant we have to make do|with what we have.
Besides, we needed new ships on the Romulan front,|so I sent them.
And in doing so you left the Chin'toka|system vulnerable.
Not as vulnerable as you think.
We don't need starships|to protect Chin'toka.
Not anymore.
These are our new, unmanned,|orbital weapon platforms.
Their hulls are protected|by regenerative force fields,|and their arsenals consist of a thousand plasma torpedoes.
I like them.
I thought you would.
I've already ordered|their deployment.
Legate Damar,|excuse the interruption but we have a problem.
What kind of a problem? Me.
Well, isn't anyone|going to welcome me home? Heroes get welcomed home, Dukat,|not failures or have you forgotten|that under your leadership the Dominion|nearly lost this war? As I recall, Weyoun you were standing|right by my side agreeing with every decision|I made.
If you're here because of what|happened to your daughter-- Damar you disappoint me.
I would have thought you,|of all people would be glad|to see your old mentor.
I don't hold you responsible|for Ziyal's death.
You may have fired the phaser but it was Benjamin Sisko|who forced your hand and that's why I'm here.
The time has come for me to take my revenge|against the good Captain.
We're in the middle|of a life-and-death struggle for the control|of the entire Alpha Quadrant and all you care about is quenching your petty thirst|for revenge.
You haven't changed|a bit, have you? On the contrary, I'm a new man.
I no longer have a need|for conquest or power.
I'm far beyond all that.
I exist in a state|of complete clarity-- a clarity I intend to share|with the universe.
You're right, Dukat,|you have changed.
You've gone from being|a self-important egotist to a self-deluded madman.
I hardly call that|an improvement.
I don't have time for this.
Remove him.
Wait.
Why did you come? Isn't that obvious? To give you what you desire|above all else-- the Alpha Quadrant.
All I need|is a certain Bajoran artifact-- one of the many|the Cardassians appropriated during the occupation.
And how is this artifact|going to help us? Let's just say,|it will make it possible for Dominion reinforcements|to come through that wormhole and destroy|Captain Benjamin Sisko and the Federation,|once and for all.
Really, Captain I see no reason|why I should sit here and allow this Klingon jackal|to call me a coward.
Apparently, this " jackal"|has more courage than the entire Romulan Senate.
There, you see my point? General, you must|try to remain calm.
This is not the time for calm.
It's time to strike the enemy|and strike them hard! We have found|their weak point.
Now we need to exploit it.
But this p'tagh|would rather sit home and count his dead.
If we invade Cardassia now all we'll do is count our dead.
Gentlemen, please.
We're allies, remember that.
What good is an ally|who'll stab you in the back? Notice the primitive rage|in his eye the uncontrolled brutality? Klingons can be quite|entertaining, can't they? Every Romulan zoo|should have a pair.
Sit down, General! Save your anger|for the Dominion.
Senator you've studied|our invasion plans.
Yes, I have and I continue|to find them premature.
Let the Dominion continue|to send its fleets against us and we will annihilate them|one by one.
And they'll continue to rebuild their ships|and send more.
The Dominion breed Jem'Hadar|faster than we can destroy them.
The only way to achieve|a lasting victory is to demolish their shipyards their weapons plants to force them to retreat|deeper and deeper into their own territory until our ships|can surround their headquarters on Cardassia Prime and they will have no choice|but to surrender.
I know it won't be easy.
I know that we will pay|a heavy price for every system|we take from them but in the end that's the only way to drive the Dominion|out of the Alpha Quadrant and that is the goal|we all share! Klingons, humans and Romulans.
Here's to those|who love not wisely No, not wisely, but too well To the girl who sighs with envy When she hears|that wedding bell To the guy who'd throw a party If he knew someone to call Here's to the losers Bless them all Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry Come in out of the rain Those torches you carry Must be drowned in champagne Here's the last toast|of the evening Here's to those|who still believe All the losers will be winners All the givers shall receive Here's to trouble-free tomorrows May your sorrows all be small Here's to the losers Here's|to the losers Here's to the losers Bless them all.
That was great, Vic.
It's not one of the most|requested songs in my repertoire,|but I'm glad you liked it.
So, why the long face, pally? Ah, it's a long story, friend.
This wouldn't be|about Dax's baby, would it? What is he, a telepath? No, I'm a hologram.
A very smart one.
It's simple.
You take one beautiful,|happily married filly add the possibility|of her giving birth to a foal and what's it leave you? Couple of lovesick stallions that never got out|of the starting gate.
You have any idea|what he's talking about? Hey, I got news for you guys.
It's time to move on|to greener pastures.
It's tough to lose|a woman like Dax.
I hate to break it to you, pally but you lost her|a long time ago.
You both did.
But lucky for you, space is big.
There are a lot of other|nice girls out there with or without spots, capisce? That's it? That's supposed to cheer us up? "The truth shall set you free.
" You feel any better? A little.
How about you? I guess.
Good, 'cause you were starting|to depress the band.
Well, thanks, Vic.
We appreciate the advice.
I like this place.
I may drop by more often.
Anytime, pally, anytime.
Nice guys but absolutely clueless.
So, when do we leave? We? I'm a journalist, Dad, remember? Well, that may be true,|but you're not going, Jake.
But, Dad, we're talking about|the invasion of Cardassia-- a savage thrust|into the very heart of the Dominion.
Well, I mean, that's not|how I would write it.
That's a relief,|but you're still not going, son.
I have to go.
|It's my job.
Now, if you don't want|me on the Defiant, fine.
I'll go with General Martok.
Hey, get the story|from a Klingon perspective.
All right, Jake,|the Defiant it is.
So, when do we leave? Just keep your bags packed.
Yes, sir.
Don't worry, Dad.
We'll watch out for each other.
The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is where he belongs.
It is where he is meant to be.
Are you telling me|not to go to Cardassia? The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is dangerous|to walk a different path.
Dangerous? In what way? The Sisko must not leave|the chosen path.
The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is where he belongs.
Why is it dangerous to leave? And how will it affect Bajor? You have to tell me.
The Cardassians call them|orbital weapon platforms.
Intelligence reports indicate the Dominion has|placed hundreds of them throughout|the Chin'toka system.
Are they operational? -No, not yet.
|-How much time do we have before they are? Two, maybe three days.
So, it would appear|that your weak spot is about to become|much stronger.
Leave it to a Romulan to run at the first sign|of trouble.
And leave it to a Klingon to leap|to the wrong conclusion.
The Romulan Empire has agreed to join|the invasion of Cardassia and we live up|to our agreements.
The only question is:|Can the invasion be launched before|the defensive grid is activated? We'll have to leave|first thing in the morning.
Then it's settled.
Good luck, gentlemen.
Good luck to all of us.
Romulans don't believe in luck.
All the better! It leaves more|for the rest of us.
You've been, uh, quiet, Ben.
Those weapon platforms|have you worried? It's not about that, sir.
It's about the Prophets.
The wormhole aliens-- they spoke to me last night.
I hope they gave|the mission their blessing.
They told me|not to go to Cardassia.
That I should stay here.
Did they give you a reason? Nothing concrete.
Just that it's too dangerous.
In what way? Dangerous to you?|To the mission? To Bajor? I'm not sure.
What is it you're telling me,|Ben? You want permission|to stay behind? It's not about what I want.
It's about what the Prophets|want.
That's not|a good enough answer-- not from a Starfleet Captain.
The Prophets don't see me|as a Starfleet Captain.
They see me as their Emissary.
That's the problem, isn't it? For the past six years,|you've tried to be both and up to now,|I've been patient.
I've indulged you.
I've gone out on a limb for you|many times, but this is it.
You've got to make a decision.
You are either the Emissary|or a Starfleet Captain.
You can't be both.
I'll I'll be on the Defiant Bridge|at 0500.
The combined fleet|at Deep Space 9? Composed of Federation,|Klingon and Romulan ships.
You think they'll head|for the Chin'toka system? I would.
Well, then,|we have nothing to worry about.
The weapon platforms|will be operational in time to greet them.
That's a very comforting thought if it's accurate.
I'll make sure that it is.
Gentlemen, I hope|I'm not interrupting.
What is it now, Dukat? I've found it.
Behold the key to victory.
Oh, I see you remain skeptical.
Well, you won't be for long.
Over the past few months,|I've immersed myself in the study|of the Bajoran ancient texts and I've come to realize|that the wormhole is much more than the gateway|to the Gamma Quadrant.
It's the Temple of the Prophets.
It's from there that they smile|benevolently down on Bajor.
It's from there that they protect that world|and its people.
The sad truth is we wasted our time|fighting the Bajorans when we should have been|fighting their gods.
How do you fight a god? I'll show you.
You see we have an ally|we never knew we had.
You may want to step back.
Dorrah tolka betri pah'rahn meedor.
Dorrah tolka ullkess pah'rahn! Dukat! Your concern is touching but unnecessary.
Busy? Uh a little.
Well, I'm leaving|with the task force first thing in the morning.
I heard.
And? And I'm sorry I arrested him.
I was simply trying to do my duty,|but I can see how it might have|seemed excessive.
What are you talking about? Vedek Solis.
That's why you're here,|isn't it? No but now I know|why you've been avoiding me for the past few days.
I haven't been avoiding you.
I've been helping you|to avoid me.
Why would I want to do that? Because you don't want us|to be together anymore? Is that what you've|been thinking? Odo, we had an argument.
People have them all the time.
Look at Dax and Worf.
They love each other,|but they fight all the time.
Are you saying that you love me? Don't change the subject.
Which is? I don't even know anymore.
But you're no longer angry|with me? No, but you were wrong|to arrest the vedek.
-I see.
|-And I thought that we could spend my last|night on the station together.
That's a wonderful idea.
Then I will see you later.
I look forward to that.
Good.
You know, Nerys observing humanoid relationships|and being in one are very different things.
Like night and day.
If you ask me, it's an|ungodly hour to go to war.
You can quote me on that.
I will.
Oh, Jadzia, will you look in on Keiko and the kids|while I'm gone? You can count on it.
And try to keep|Julian out of trouble.
Now, that's pushing.
It's your station, old man.
I'll take good care of her.
Give my best to the Jem'Hadar.
Oh, I'll do that.
I said a prayer|at the shrine last night for the two of you.
About having a baby? The Prophets can be helpful|in such matters.
I hope they're listening.
Did you hear that? We have the Prophets|on our side.
According to Dr.
Bashir,|we need all the help we can get.
Just remember when you get back we have a lot of work to do.
I don't consider that work.
Wish I was going with you.
You are in here.
I love it|when you get romantic.
Captain on the Bridge! As you were.
You got here early.
This is a momentous occasion.
It's not every day I embark on a journey|to liberate my homeworld.
That's one way to put it.
This is General Martok|to all ships.
Assume tactical formation.
We are moving out.
Take us to Cardassia, Mr.
Nog.
Aye, sir.
The enemy fleet is approaching|the Chin'toka system.
What's the status|of our weapon platforms? Still off line.
It pains me to say this but you Cardassians are proving|to be quite a disappointment.
I'll remind you|that you said that.
Looks like we're in luck,|Captain.
The defensive grid's|still off line.
Jem'Hadar fighters approaching.
Bearing 059 mark 031.
They must know|they don't stand a chance against a fleet this size.
That will not matter|to the Jem'Hadar.
Sit down, Jake.
Right.
Martok to Sisko.
Go ahead.
My attack wing is closest|to those Jem'Hadar fighters.
Preparing to engage.
Good luck, General.
I always thought|the Jem'Hadar were crazy.
There's method to their madness.
They're inflicting considerable|damage on the Klingons.
And buying time to get their|weapon platforms operational.
Sisko to Martok.
The Jem'Hadar have managed|to cripple or destroy Do you need any assistance? That won't be necessary.
Commence firing|on the weapon platforms.
I believe you owe me an apology.
I believe you're right.
Now, if Dukat can get our reinforcements|through the wormhole-- I'm not sure how much faith|I have in this What did he call it? Pah-wraith.
Pah-wraiths and Prophets? All this talk of god strikes me as nothing more|than superstitious nonsense.
You believe that the Founders|are gods, don't you? That's different.
In what way? The Founders are Gods.
We are unable to penetrate|their force fields.
Captain I've just noted something odd|about those platforms.
Well, don't keep it to yourself,|Mr.
Garak.
Not one of them seems to have|a power generator on board.
He's right.
Each one seems to be|getting its power from a central source.
We got to find that source|and destroy it.
Chief? I'm on it.
According to the DNA|scans I did this morning the ovarian resequencing|enzymes I gave you appear to be working.
You mean, Worf and I|can have a baby? It certainly looks that way.
I must say, I didn't expect|such positive results so early.
It's quite amazing, actually.
Oh, thank you, Julian! It's all part of being a doctor.
Oh, no, it's more than that.
You're a good friend--|you always have been.
And I always will be.
I'd better get back to work.
But first I'm going to stop by|the Bajoran shrine.
What for? Kira said a prayer|for me and Worf last night.
She told the Prophets how much|we wanted a baby.
Well, I'd say|they've been listening.
That is, if you believe|in the Prophets.
Oh, well, I do today.
I'm not sure|if I'm doing this correctly.
I I don't come here a lot.
And to be perfectly honest I feel more comfortable thinking|of you as wormhole aliens but, um Kira believes|you're much more than that.
Maybe she's right.
I don't know.
But if you are Prophets|and you're listening I just want to say Dukat.
Dad, what is it? Captain! I'm not sure.
I think I felt the Prophets|reaching out to me.
Something's wrong.
Sir, I found it.
There's a subspace power|generator on a small moon orbiting the far planet.
It's transmitting energy|to the weapon platforms.
Captain? Take us there, Mr.
Nog.
Aye, sir.
Get him back to his quarters.
Don't worry, Captain.
We'll get the job done.
I know this is small comfort but I never intended you|any harm.
Approaching the target.
Onscreen.
Target locked.
Fire.
We are unable to penetrate|the moon's defensive grid.
Sir, I have an idea.
Go ahead.
Maybe we can't destroy|that power generator but I bet|those weapon platforms could.
Why would they fire|on their own power source? We'd have to fool the platform's|targeting systems into thinking|the generator's an enemy ship.
We can use our deflector array|to imprint a Federation warp signature on the|generator's energy matrix.
It is worth a try.
Evasive maneuvers, Mr.
Nog.
Pattern theta.
Induction stabilizers set.
Booster modulators synchronized.
Ready to activate deflector.
Do it.
Yes! We did it.
Martok to Defiant.
Go ahead, General.
Well done, Major.
We will begin|transporting ground troops to both planets immediately.
Major, we're receiving|a priority one transmission from Deep Space 9.
It's from Julian.
This is a disaster.
Federation soldiers|have landed on Cardassian soil and now you're telling me the wormhole is gone? And with it, any chance of getting reinforcements|from the Gamma Quadrant.
I'm well aware|things didn't turn out quite the way I planned but I assure you, we still|achieved a great victory.
Forgive me if I don't|share your euphoria.
Well, you should.
The Bajoran people have been|cut off from their Gods perhaps forever.
How does that help us? Because Sisko has been cut off|from the Prophets as well and without the Prophets he's just another|Starfleet Captain.
And that's supposed|to make me feel better? Oh believe me it will.
Emissary, Emissary.
Emissary! My mother says|all the Orbs are dark that the Prophets|have abandoned us.
You have to find them, Emissary.
You have to ask them|to come back.
I will try.
I managed to save|the Dax symbiont.
We have to get it to Trill|as soon as possible.
There was, um nothing I could do for Jadzia.
I'm I'm sorry.
Save your strength.
Our baby would have been so beautiful.
neH taH Qo'noS.
Hegh bat'lhqu Hoch nej maH.
neH taH Qo'noS.
yay je bat'lh manob Hegh.
The funeral service is due to|begin in a few minutes, Jadzia but I need to talk to you|one last time.
When I first met you you told me that my relationship|with Jadzia Dax wouldn't be any different than the one I had|with Curzon Dax.
Things didn't work out that way.
I had a hell of a lot of fun|with both of you.
But Curzon was my mentor.
You you were my friend and I am going to miss you.
I should've listened|to the Prophets and not gone to Cardassia.
Then maybe you'd still be alive.
Damn it! Why aren't you still here,|Jadzia? I need you to help me|sort things out.
Something's happened|to the Prophets something that's made them|turn their backs on Bajor and I'm responsible and I don't know|what to do about it how to make it right again.
I've failed as the Emissary and for the first time|in my life I've failed in my duty|as a Starfleet officer.
I need time to think clear my head but I can't do it here not on the station not now.
I need to get away.
And find a way to figure out|how to make things right again.
And I have to make things|right again, Jadzia.
I have to.
The station's all yours, Major.
She'll be here|when you get back.
This leave of absence|you're taking, sir how long do you think|you'll be gone? I don't know exactly.
We'll be waiting.
Good luck, sir.
Thanks, Chief.
My thanks to all of you.
Let's go home, Jake.
Landing Pad C.
I was afraid of that.
He's not sure he's coming back.
What makes you say that? His baseball-- he took it with him.
Dad Grandpa's ready to close|up the restaurant.
He wants to know when|you're coming in.
In a little while.
Peldor joi to you, too.
Well, it looks like the festival|was a big success.
Oh, everyone seemed to enjoy it.
Thank you, Captain.
For what? For insisting that the festival|take place in spite of the fact that we're|in the middle of a war.
Well, war or no war we have a lot to be grateful for and we must remember that.
Yes, we must.
Shouldn't you be heading|over to the Wardroom for the ceremony? On my way.
Let's go.
Come on, you guys.
Mommy, look! Isn't it pretty? Captain.
Nerys, I've been|looking for you.
Yeah, well, I really don't feel|like talking to you right now.
Don't you want to hear|my side of the story? No.
Well, someone has to maintain|order on the Promenade.
You arrested a vedek.
I'd hardly call it an arrest.
He wasn't in the holding|cell for more than an hour.
Besides, he broke the law.
Fund-raising on the Promenade without a license|is strictly forbidden.
Station Regulation|1526, paragraph 7-- Vedek Solis was raising funds|for Bajoran flood victims.
A very worthy cause.
Nevertheless, station|regulations are quite clear.
I don't care about|station regulations.
Is-is-is that the Orb|of Contemplation? Good-bye, Odo.
To Captain Benjamin|Lafayette Sisko in recognition|of your remarkable leadership and meritorious conduct|against the enemy and in particular,|for personal acts of bravery displayed during the battle|to retake Deep Space 9 Starfleet Command|is proud to present you the Christopher Pike|Medal of Valor.
Congratulations, Ben.
Thank you, Admiral.
And to think I knew him|when he was just a callow youth.
Oh, I bet even then,|he showed signs of greatness.
I'm proud of you, Dad.
Now if you would all excuse us I'd like a few words|with the Captain.
Good news, Ben.
Starfleet Command has decided we've been waging|a defensive war long enough.
They figure we're never|going to win this thing unless we take the fight|into Dominion territory.
No, I know, I know|you've been saying that since the Romulans opened a|second front with the Dominion.
Well, it took a while but your message|finally got through.
Well, when do we go? That all depends on you.
Me? That's right, Ben.
Starfleet has chosen you to plan the invasion|of Cardassia.
Oh, finally.
I've been waiting|20 minutes for you two to get out of that holosuite.
I'm sorry, Julian.
|We lost track of time.
Doing what? You were supposed to be up there|exercising.
I don't see any sweat.
Where are all the bruises? The-the, the broken bones -the blood?|-We were talking.
For an hour and 45 minutes? It is a private matter.
We're thinking|about having a baby.
It was a private matter.
Kira to Worf.
|Report to Ops immediately.
Acknowledged.
Well, you two are awfully quiet.
Uh, look, um, l-l-I don't want|to dampen your spirits, Jadzia but I told you|before you were married that from a medical|point of view it wouldn't be easy for a Trill and a Klingon to have a child.
And I'm worried the kid'll end up|looking like his father.
Well, I hope she does.
A baby? It's bad enough she married|that Klingon psychopath.
A baby? Do you have any idea|what that means? That their marriage|is going to last a lot longer than we thought.
Five squadrons|of Jem'Hadar attack ships.
At the moment, that's|the entire Dominion fleet protecting the Chin'toka system.
Only five squadrons.
It appears you've|found the weak spot we've been looking for.
Now, all we have to do is to convince|the Romulans to join us.
That will not be an easy task.
They're an arrogant|and untrustworthy people.
Without their help, we have|little chance of success.
We will succeed! Mark my words.
By this time next year the three of us|will drink bloodwine in the halls of Cardassia's|Central Command.
You're worrying over nothing.
Am I? It's a mistake to underestimate|our enemy, Damar.
You're spreading|our forces too thinly.
Until we find a way to bring reinforcements|from the Gamma Quadrant we have to make do|with what we have.
Besides, we needed new ships on the Romulan front,|so I sent them.
And in doing so you left the Chin'toka|system vulnerable.
Not as vulnerable as you think.
We don't need starships|to protect Chin'toka.
Not anymore.
These are our new, unmanned,|orbital weapon platforms.
Their hulls are protected|by regenerative force fields,|and their arsenals consist of a thousand plasma torpedoes.
I like them.
I thought you would.
I've already ordered|their deployment.
Legate Damar,|excuse the interruption but we have a problem.
What kind of a problem? Me.
Well, isn't anyone|going to welcome me home? Heroes get welcomed home, Dukat,|not failures or have you forgotten|that under your leadership the Dominion|nearly lost this war? As I recall, Weyoun you were standing|right by my side agreeing with every decision|I made.
If you're here because of what|happened to your daughter-- Damar you disappoint me.
I would have thought you,|of all people would be glad|to see your old mentor.
I don't hold you responsible|for Ziyal's death.
You may have fired the phaser but it was Benjamin Sisko|who forced your hand and that's why I'm here.
The time has come for me to take my revenge|against the good Captain.
We're in the middle|of a life-and-death struggle for the control|of the entire Alpha Quadrant and all you care about is quenching your petty thirst|for revenge.
You haven't changed|a bit, have you? On the contrary, I'm a new man.
I no longer have a need|for conquest or power.
I'm far beyond all that.
I exist in a state|of complete clarity-- a clarity I intend to share|with the universe.
You're right, Dukat,|you have changed.
You've gone from being|a self-important egotist to a self-deluded madman.
I hardly call that|an improvement.
I don't have time for this.
Remove him.
Wait.
Why did you come? Isn't that obvious? To give you what you desire|above all else-- the Alpha Quadrant.
All I need|is a certain Bajoran artifact-- one of the many|the Cardassians appropriated during the occupation.
And how is this artifact|going to help us? Let's just say,|it will make it possible for Dominion reinforcements|to come through that wormhole and destroy|Captain Benjamin Sisko and the Federation,|once and for all.
Really, Captain I see no reason|why I should sit here and allow this Klingon jackal|to call me a coward.
Apparently, this " jackal"|has more courage than the entire Romulan Senate.
There, you see my point? General, you must|try to remain calm.
This is not the time for calm.
It's time to strike the enemy|and strike them hard! We have found|their weak point.
Now we need to exploit it.
But this p'tagh|would rather sit home and count his dead.
If we invade Cardassia now all we'll do is count our dead.
Gentlemen, please.
We're allies, remember that.
What good is an ally|who'll stab you in the back? Notice the primitive rage|in his eye the uncontrolled brutality? Klingons can be quite|entertaining, can't they? Every Romulan zoo|should have a pair.
Sit down, General! Save your anger|for the Dominion.
Senator you've studied|our invasion plans.
Yes, I have and I continue|to find them premature.
Let the Dominion continue|to send its fleets against us and we will annihilate them|one by one.
And they'll continue to rebuild their ships|and send more.
The Dominion breed Jem'Hadar|faster than we can destroy them.
The only way to achieve|a lasting victory is to demolish their shipyards their weapons plants to force them to retreat|deeper and deeper into their own territory until our ships|can surround their headquarters on Cardassia Prime and they will have no choice|but to surrender.
I know it won't be easy.
I know that we will pay|a heavy price for every system|we take from them but in the end that's the only way to drive the Dominion|out of the Alpha Quadrant and that is the goal|we all share! Klingons, humans and Romulans.
Here's to those|who love not wisely No, not wisely, but too well To the girl who sighs with envy When she hears|that wedding bell To the guy who'd throw a party If he knew someone to call Here's to the losers Bless them all Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry Come in out of the rain Those torches you carry Must be drowned in champagne Here's the last toast|of the evening Here's to those|who still believe All the losers will be winners All the givers shall receive Here's to trouble-free tomorrows May your sorrows all be small Here's to the losers Here's|to the losers Here's to the losers Bless them all.
That was great, Vic.
It's not one of the most|requested songs in my repertoire,|but I'm glad you liked it.
So, why the long face, pally? Ah, it's a long story, friend.
This wouldn't be|about Dax's baby, would it? What is he, a telepath? No, I'm a hologram.
A very smart one.
It's simple.
You take one beautiful,|happily married filly add the possibility|of her giving birth to a foal and what's it leave you? Couple of lovesick stallions that never got out|of the starting gate.
You have any idea|what he's talking about? Hey, I got news for you guys.
It's time to move on|to greener pastures.
It's tough to lose|a woman like Dax.
I hate to break it to you, pally but you lost her|a long time ago.
You both did.
But lucky for you, space is big.
There are a lot of other|nice girls out there with or without spots, capisce? That's it? That's supposed to cheer us up? "The truth shall set you free.
" You feel any better? A little.
How about you? I guess.
Good, 'cause you were starting|to depress the band.
Well, thanks, Vic.
We appreciate the advice.
I like this place.
I may drop by more often.
Anytime, pally, anytime.
Nice guys but absolutely clueless.
So, when do we leave? We? I'm a journalist, Dad, remember? Well, that may be true,|but you're not going, Jake.
But, Dad, we're talking about|the invasion of Cardassia-- a savage thrust|into the very heart of the Dominion.
Well, I mean, that's not|how I would write it.
That's a relief,|but you're still not going, son.
I have to go.
|It's my job.
Now, if you don't want|me on the Defiant, fine.
I'll go with General Martok.
Hey, get the story|from a Klingon perspective.
All right, Jake,|the Defiant it is.
So, when do we leave? Just keep your bags packed.
Yes, sir.
Don't worry, Dad.
We'll watch out for each other.
The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is where he belongs.
It is where he is meant to be.
Are you telling me|not to go to Cardassia? The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is dangerous|to walk a different path.
Dangerous? In what way? The Sisko must not leave|the chosen path.
The Sisko is of Bajor.
It is where he belongs.
Why is it dangerous to leave? And how will it affect Bajor? You have to tell me.
The Cardassians call them|orbital weapon platforms.
Intelligence reports indicate the Dominion has|placed hundreds of them throughout|the Chin'toka system.
Are they operational? -No, not yet.
|-How much time do we have before they are? Two, maybe three days.
So, it would appear|that your weak spot is about to become|much stronger.
Leave it to a Romulan to run at the first sign|of trouble.
And leave it to a Klingon to leap|to the wrong conclusion.
The Romulan Empire has agreed to join|the invasion of Cardassia and we live up|to our agreements.
The only question is:|Can the invasion be launched before|the defensive grid is activated? We'll have to leave|first thing in the morning.
Then it's settled.
Good luck, gentlemen.
Good luck to all of us.
Romulans don't believe in luck.
All the better! It leaves more|for the rest of us.
You've been, uh, quiet, Ben.
Those weapon platforms|have you worried? It's not about that, sir.
It's about the Prophets.
The wormhole aliens-- they spoke to me last night.
I hope they gave|the mission their blessing.
They told me|not to go to Cardassia.
That I should stay here.
Did they give you a reason? Nothing concrete.
Just that it's too dangerous.
In what way? Dangerous to you?|To the mission? To Bajor? I'm not sure.
What is it you're telling me,|Ben? You want permission|to stay behind? It's not about what I want.
It's about what the Prophets|want.
That's not|a good enough answer-- not from a Starfleet Captain.
The Prophets don't see me|as a Starfleet Captain.
They see me as their Emissary.
That's the problem, isn't it? For the past six years,|you've tried to be both and up to now,|I've been patient.
I've indulged you.
I've gone out on a limb for you|many times, but this is it.
You've got to make a decision.
You are either the Emissary|or a Starfleet Captain.
You can't be both.
I'll I'll be on the Defiant Bridge|at 0500.
The combined fleet|at Deep Space 9? Composed of Federation,|Klingon and Romulan ships.
You think they'll head|for the Chin'toka system? I would.
Well, then,|we have nothing to worry about.
The weapon platforms|will be operational in time to greet them.
That's a very comforting thought if it's accurate.
I'll make sure that it is.
Gentlemen, I hope|I'm not interrupting.
What is it now, Dukat? I've found it.
Behold the key to victory.
Oh, I see you remain skeptical.
Well, you won't be for long.
Over the past few months,|I've immersed myself in the study|of the Bajoran ancient texts and I've come to realize|that the wormhole is much more than the gateway|to the Gamma Quadrant.
It's the Temple of the Prophets.
It's from there that they smile|benevolently down on Bajor.
It's from there that they protect that world|and its people.
The sad truth is we wasted our time|fighting the Bajorans when we should have been|fighting their gods.
How do you fight a god? I'll show you.
You see we have an ally|we never knew we had.
You may want to step back.
Dorrah tolka betri pah'rahn meedor.
Dorrah tolka ullkess pah'rahn! Dukat! Your concern is touching but unnecessary.
Busy? Uh a little.
Well, I'm leaving|with the task force first thing in the morning.
I heard.
And? And I'm sorry I arrested him.
I was simply trying to do my duty,|but I can see how it might have|seemed excessive.
What are you talking about? Vedek Solis.
That's why you're here,|isn't it? No but now I know|why you've been avoiding me for the past few days.
I haven't been avoiding you.
I've been helping you|to avoid me.
Why would I want to do that? Because you don't want us|to be together anymore? Is that what you've|been thinking? Odo, we had an argument.
People have them all the time.
Look at Dax and Worf.
They love each other,|but they fight all the time.
Are you saying that you love me? Don't change the subject.
Which is? I don't even know anymore.
But you're no longer angry|with me? No, but you were wrong|to arrest the vedek.
-I see.
|-And I thought that we could spend my last|night on the station together.
That's a wonderful idea.
Then I will see you later.
I look forward to that.
Good.
You know, Nerys observing humanoid relationships|and being in one are very different things.
Like night and day.
If you ask me, it's an|ungodly hour to go to war.
You can quote me on that.
I will.
Oh, Jadzia, will you look in on Keiko and the kids|while I'm gone? You can count on it.
And try to keep|Julian out of trouble.
Now, that's pushing.
It's your station, old man.
I'll take good care of her.
Give my best to the Jem'Hadar.
Oh, I'll do that.
I said a prayer|at the shrine last night for the two of you.
About having a baby? The Prophets can be helpful|in such matters.
I hope they're listening.
Did you hear that? We have the Prophets|on our side.
According to Dr.
Bashir,|we need all the help we can get.
Just remember when you get back we have a lot of work to do.
I don't consider that work.
Wish I was going with you.
You are in here.
I love it|when you get romantic.
Captain on the Bridge! As you were.
You got here early.
This is a momentous occasion.
It's not every day I embark on a journey|to liberate my homeworld.
That's one way to put it.
This is General Martok|to all ships.
Assume tactical formation.
We are moving out.
Take us to Cardassia, Mr.
Nog.
Aye, sir.
The enemy fleet is approaching|the Chin'toka system.
What's the status|of our weapon platforms? Still off line.
It pains me to say this but you Cardassians are proving|to be quite a disappointment.
I'll remind you|that you said that.
Looks like we're in luck,|Captain.
The defensive grid's|still off line.
Jem'Hadar fighters approaching.
Bearing 059 mark 031.
They must know|they don't stand a chance against a fleet this size.
That will not matter|to the Jem'Hadar.
Sit down, Jake.
Right.
Martok to Sisko.
Go ahead.
My attack wing is closest|to those Jem'Hadar fighters.
Preparing to engage.
Good luck, General.
I always thought|the Jem'Hadar were crazy.
There's method to their madness.
They're inflicting considerable|damage on the Klingons.
And buying time to get their|weapon platforms operational.
Sisko to Martok.
The Jem'Hadar have managed|to cripple or destroy Do you need any assistance? That won't be necessary.
Commence firing|on the weapon platforms.
I believe you owe me an apology.
I believe you're right.
Now, if Dukat can get our reinforcements|through the wormhole-- I'm not sure how much faith|I have in this What did he call it? Pah-wraith.
Pah-wraiths and Prophets? All this talk of god strikes me as nothing more|than superstitious nonsense.
You believe that the Founders|are gods, don't you? That's different.
In what way? The Founders are Gods.
We are unable to penetrate|their force fields.
Captain I've just noted something odd|about those platforms.
Well, don't keep it to yourself,|Mr.
Garak.
Not one of them seems to have|a power generator on board.
He's right.
Each one seems to be|getting its power from a central source.
We got to find that source|and destroy it.
Chief? I'm on it.
According to the DNA|scans I did this morning the ovarian resequencing|enzymes I gave you appear to be working.
You mean, Worf and I|can have a baby? It certainly looks that way.
I must say, I didn't expect|such positive results so early.
It's quite amazing, actually.
Oh, thank you, Julian! It's all part of being a doctor.
Oh, no, it's more than that.
You're a good friend--|you always have been.
And I always will be.
I'd better get back to work.
But first I'm going to stop by|the Bajoran shrine.
What for? Kira said a prayer|for me and Worf last night.
She told the Prophets how much|we wanted a baby.
Well, I'd say|they've been listening.
That is, if you believe|in the Prophets.
Oh, well, I do today.
I'm not sure|if I'm doing this correctly.
I I don't come here a lot.
And to be perfectly honest I feel more comfortable thinking|of you as wormhole aliens but, um Kira believes|you're much more than that.
Maybe she's right.
I don't know.
But if you are Prophets|and you're listening I just want to say Dukat.
Dad, what is it? Captain! I'm not sure.
I think I felt the Prophets|reaching out to me.
Something's wrong.
Sir, I found it.
There's a subspace power|generator on a small moon orbiting the far planet.
It's transmitting energy|to the weapon platforms.
Captain? Take us there, Mr.
Nog.
Aye, sir.
Get him back to his quarters.
Don't worry, Captain.
We'll get the job done.
I know this is small comfort but I never intended you|any harm.
Approaching the target.
Onscreen.
Target locked.
Fire.
We are unable to penetrate|the moon's defensive grid.
Sir, I have an idea.
Go ahead.
Maybe we can't destroy|that power generator but I bet|those weapon platforms could.
Why would they fire|on their own power source? We'd have to fool the platform's|targeting systems into thinking|the generator's an enemy ship.
We can use our deflector array|to imprint a Federation warp signature on the|generator's energy matrix.
It is worth a try.
Evasive maneuvers, Mr.
Nog.
Pattern theta.
Induction stabilizers set.
Booster modulators synchronized.
Ready to activate deflector.
Do it.
Yes! We did it.
Martok to Defiant.
Go ahead, General.
Well done, Major.
We will begin|transporting ground troops to both planets immediately.
Major, we're receiving|a priority one transmission from Deep Space 9.
It's from Julian.
This is a disaster.
Federation soldiers|have landed on Cardassian soil and now you're telling me the wormhole is gone? And with it, any chance of getting reinforcements|from the Gamma Quadrant.
I'm well aware|things didn't turn out quite the way I planned but I assure you, we still|achieved a great victory.
Forgive me if I don't|share your euphoria.
Well, you should.
The Bajoran people have been|cut off from their Gods perhaps forever.
How does that help us? Because Sisko has been cut off|from the Prophets as well and without the Prophets he's just another|Starfleet Captain.
And that's supposed|to make me feel better? Oh believe me it will.
Emissary, Emissary.
Emissary! My mother says|all the Orbs are dark that the Prophets|have abandoned us.
You have to find them, Emissary.
You have to ask them|to come back.
I will try.
I managed to save|the Dax symbiont.
We have to get it to Trill|as soon as possible.
There was, um nothing I could do for Jadzia.
I'm I'm sorry.
Save your strength.
Our baby would have been so beautiful.
neH taH Qo'noS.
Hegh bat'lhqu Hoch nej maH.
neH taH Qo'noS.
yay je bat'lh manob Hegh.
The funeral service is due to|begin in a few minutes, Jadzia but I need to talk to you|one last time.
When I first met you you told me that my relationship|with Jadzia Dax wouldn't be any different than the one I had|with Curzon Dax.
Things didn't work out that way.
I had a hell of a lot of fun|with both of you.
But Curzon was my mentor.
You you were my friend and I am going to miss you.
I should've listened|to the Prophets and not gone to Cardassia.
Then maybe you'd still be alive.
Damn it! Why aren't you still here,|Jadzia? I need you to help me|sort things out.
Something's happened|to the Prophets something that's made them|turn their backs on Bajor and I'm responsible and I don't know|what to do about it how to make it right again.
I've failed as the Emissary and for the first time|in my life I've failed in my duty|as a Starfleet officer.
I need time to think clear my head but I can't do it here not on the station not now.
I need to get away.
And find a way to figure out|how to make things right again.
And I have to make things|right again, Jadzia.
I have to.
The station's all yours, Major.
She'll be here|when you get back.
This leave of absence|you're taking, sir how long do you think|you'll be gone? I don't know exactly.
We'll be waiting.
Good luck, sir.
Thanks, Chief.
My thanks to all of you.
Let's go home, Jake.
Landing Pad C.
I was afraid of that.
He's not sure he's coming back.
What makes you say that? His baseball-- he took it with him.
Dad Grandpa's ready to close|up the restaurant.
He wants to know when|you're coming in.
In a little while.