Now, remember.
I want him treated like a visiting head of state.
Full communications and computer access
any assistance he may need from the station's crew.
You should have told us he was coming sooner.
I think we have a red carpet in storage somewhere.
Dax, this is important.
Tekeny Ghemor led the dissident movement
against Cardassia's Central Command
and now that Dukat and the Dominion have taken over
there is no one better qualified to lead the opposition.
Besides, he's practically your father.
Your father?
Ghemor is a Cardassian.
It's a long story.
The Cardassians once kidnapped Kira.
And surgically altered her to look
like Ghemor's missing daughter.
It was part of a plan
to expose him as the leader of the dissident movement.
Cardassian politics are very complex.
I think they like it that way.
Ghemor may be the only hope left for Cardassia.
He deserves our help.
That's a lot of faith to put in one man.
I hope I won't prove too great a disappointment.
Legate Ghemor.
It's good to see you.
How many times must I tell you, Nerys...
if you won't call me father,
Tekeny will do.
Welcome to Deep Space 9, Tekeny.
Um, this is our Science Officer...
Lieutenant Commander Jadzia Dax
and our Strategic Operations Officer
Lieutenant Commander Worf.
That's quite a reception for an old man.
Ah... I see you're wearing the bracelet
I gave you.
Uh, not exactly permitted under the uniform code, but...
It looks good on you.
Well, it was a pleasure meeting both of you
but if you don't mind
I'm afraid the journey here was a little... draining.
Oh, I'll show you to your quarters.
Major Kira... friends with a Cardassian.
It seems wrong.
You should have known her five years ago.
Back then, I never thought she'd be friends with anyone.
I've had the replicator programmed
with a complete Cardassian menu.
You've got 26-hour-a-day computer access.
A private subspace com channel
and if there is anything else that you need
you just ask me.
I wish I had your energy.
I am sorry.
I, uh...
I just wanted you to feel at home.
You've been very kind.
I thought you should know.
I checked with Bajoran Security.
There's still no leads on your daughter.
She's dead, isn't she?
We don't know that.
Now, if Iliana is still alive, she's been undercover
on Bajor for over a decade now.
It's very hard to find
someone who's been hiding that long.
I know you're trying to keep my hopes up
but it's time I face the facts.
I'm alone.
You are the closest thing to family
that I have left.
Bajoran Security has not given up hope.
Neither should you.
You just...
you just have to be patient.
I'm afraid patience is for the young.
But what about you, Nerys?
How is life treating you?
Oh, I've got no complaints.
Now, did you read the proposal I sent you?
It was very ambitious
but I'm afraid you'll have to find
another person to lead the effort.
No. You are the perfect person for the job.
You're still popular on Cardassia.
The people respect you.
They'll listen to you.
It's not that simple.
We can make it work.
We'll set up a government in exile
here on the station.
You could make regular transmissions
into Cardassia.
Issue corrections to their propaganda.
Mobilize your old friends in the dissident movement.
Nerys...
it's a good plan
but I can't help you.
Why?
I have Yarim Fel syndrome.
It's terminal, Nerys.
I'm dying.
I'm afraid the prognosis isn't good.
The disease has already spread throughout your digestive tract
your circulatory and respiratory systems
and your cartilaginous tissue.
How much time do I have left?
I'm not sure.
There are still some treatments we can try...
hexadrin therapy
or neuroregeneration procedures.
I appreciate anything you can do.
I'm sorry, Nerys.
I'm afraid this isn't going the way you planned.
Oh, don't worry about me.
The important thing is to get you well.
Begin Captain's Log.
Stardate...
Ops to Sisko.
Go ahead.
We've got an incoming message from Cardassia.
It's from Gul Dukat.
He's demanding to speak to you.
Put him through.
Ah, Captain Sisko, always a pleasure.
Still calling yourself Gul?
I'm surprised you haven't promoted yourself
back to Legate by now.
I prefer the title "Gul."
So much more hands-on than Legate. Hmm?
And less pretentious than the other alternatives...
President, Emperor, First Minister... Emissary.
How about Dominion Puppet?
Captain, such comments only reveal
a deep misunderstanding of the intricacies
of the Dominion political system.
Under our new administration, Cardassia enjoys
unparalleled autonomy, and...
You can justify yourself later, Dukat.
I'm a busy man.
Very well.
We have reason to believe
you have one of our citizens aboard your station...
a certain Tekeny Ghemor
formerly a Legate in the Cardassian Central Command.
And if we do?
Well, we want him back.
To put it mildly... he has a lot to answer for.
I will take your request under advisement.
But considering the Federation
doesn't recognize your government
and that Cardassia has never agreed
to an extradition treaty with Bajor or the Federation
you shouldn't get your hopes up.
What a beautiful baby you are.
Yes.
You must be very proud.
He's Miles and Keiko's baby.
I just carried him to term for them.
Maybe you'd better...
Yeah.
Are you...?
It'll pass.
It's silly...
but I almost feel like a grandfather.
After all, you're the closest thing I have to a daughter.
Yoshi's the closest thing I have to a son.
You'd make a terrific grandfather.
And what about you, Nerys?
Have you ever thought about having one of your own?
Maybe... with that Shakaar fellow of yours.
You know about me and Shakaar?
I've... I've been keeping an eye on you.
It made me feel like I still had family.
What did you do, hire someone to follow me around?
Credit an old man with some restraint.
I just had people tell me
when they heard anything about you.
Like it or not, you're a public figure, Nerys.
First Officer on one of the most important
military installations in the Quadrant.
Your feud with Kai Winn
has become already something of a legend.
Did you know that you have your own section
in the Cardassian Central Archives?
You've made an impression on people, Nerys.
A good one.
You should be proud
of everything you've accomplished.
I am.
You know, I've kept my ears open for news about you, too.
I was worried about you.
Opposing the Cardassian government...
it's dangerous business.
I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I have a fondness for hopeless causes.
It runs in the family.
Dukat called the station.
He wants you extradited to Cardassia.
I'm not surprised.
He knows that as long as I'm alive
I'm still a threat to him.
We won't let him get his hands on you. Mm-mm.
Nerys...
Nerys, I know more about the Cardassian government
than anyone alive... names, alliances, plots.
Things that could do
a lot of good in the right hands.
There's a Cardassian tradition... shri-tal.
The dying give their secrets to their family
to use against their enemies
but I have no one left to carry my secrets.
No one but you.
Me?
Be my daughter one last time, Nerys.
Hear what I know, and use it as you see fit.
I hate to sound callous
but we have a tremendous opportunity here.
Ghemor is basically volunteering to give us
more intelligence on Cardassia
than we've been able to gather in five years.
That's exactly what he's doing.
It's quite a responsibility he's handing you.
I know.
I... I can't help wondering
if he's chosen the right person.
What if I get too involved or...
I don't ask the right questions?
Maybe...
maybe I can convince Ghemor
to talk to a counselor, or Constable Odo.
I mean, he questions people every day.
Maybe.
But Ghemor just doesn't want to be debriefed.
He wants someone to talk to.
Someone to be with until the end.
And that someone... is me.
Nerys!
Father.
Father, can you hear me?
Are you up to it?
I have no choice.
I'm all he's got.
If Ghemor's pain gets too severe, push this.
It'll administer a small dose of triptacedrine.
If you want to replenish the medication
be sure and turn this valve
disconnect it from here
and replace it with a new supply.
If you don't want to do it yourself
you can always call for a nurse to help.
I can manage.
I hope you're right.
Looking after someone with a terminal condition isn't easy.
Especially in this case, where you'll be acting
as Ghemor's only source of emotional support.
L-I know what I'm getting myself into.
I'm sure you do.
Well, let me know if you need anything.
Tekeny...
Nerys...
No... d-don't try to move.
Mouth's dry.
I'll get you some water.
Oh, damn it.
Oh...
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
You're doing fine.
Maybe we should get started.
Session one...
Stardate 50712.5.
Whenever you're ready.
Probably Dukat's most powerful enemy is Gul Trepar
the head of the Fourth Order.
He's...
What is it?
Button.
Better?
You know, maybe I can ask Dr. Bashir
to get you something stronger.
No.
Anything stronger and I'd be unconscious.
And you and I have a lot to talk about.
Where were we?
- Trepar. - Trepar.
- Trepar. - Trepar.
Trepar used to outrank Dukat
and he's not happy to be taking orders
from one of his former subordinates.
Trepar's aide is a man named Glinn Borven
a political opportunist with all the loyalty...
Medic!
We need a medic!
What the hell's taking them so long?
Nerys...
Nerys, don't leave me.
I was such a fool.
When the Cardassians
started setting fire to the village
I tried to talk to them
to reason with them.
Look what they've done to me.
I'm going to make them pay for this, I promise you.
They burned my garden...
set fire to everything.
I worked for years planning and caring for it.
Now it's gone.
We'll plant another one.
Together, you and I.
I wish I had your strength, Nerys
your confidence.
I'm so afraid.
Where's that damn medic?
Don't go. Stay with me.
The medic can wait.
I don't want to be alone.
The subject is asleep.
I'm concluding the interview for the day.
Cold... cold...
It's a good start.
Starfleet Intelligence will be very pleased.
And there's more where that came from.
Ghemor seems to know every politician
and bureaucrat on Cardassia.
You look tired.
I've been up for 30 hours straight.
You should get some rest.
Bashir to Major Kira.
Go ahead.
Please report to Ghemor's quarters immediately.
He's not responding to the hexadrin therapy anymore.
Nerys...
I'm here.
Ask me questions, Nerys.
We don't have much time.
You were talking about the Supreme Tribunal.
Status report.
A Jem'Hadar battleship is approaching the station.
Its weapons are armed
and its targeting systems are active.
Red Alert.
All crew members report to battle stations.
They're hailing us.
On screen.
Captain Sisko.
Gul Dukat, what's the meaning of this?
You said you'd take my request
for Ghemor's extradition under advisement.
They've locked weapons on the station.
I eagerly await your decision.
Captain Sisko.
Thank you for the kind invitation.
This is one of my Dominion advisors...
Weyoun.
We've met.
I saw you die.
That wasn't me.
At least, not exactly.
The Vorta are experts at cloning.
It tends to mitigate the risk involved
in so much of our work.
My predecessor was the fourth incarnation
of our noble progenitor.
I'm the fifth.
Immortality.
Of a sort.
Interested?
Dukat, you said you wanted to talk to me.
Now is your chance.
Then, I'll make it simple, Captain.
Tekeny Ghemor is not a well man.
He would be better off under the care of his own people.
We want him to know he can come home.
To attend his own execution.
No, not at all.
Ghemor's case has been reviewed by the new judicial system
and he's been cleared of any wrongdoing.
Dominion courts are renowned for their honesty
and equanimity.
So, as you can see, there's no reason why Ghemor
can't return to Cardassia.
I don't think he would agree with you.
Perhaps, we should find out.
Dukat, I have a week to live...
maybe less.
Do you really expect me
to trade my silence for a few short days
under the Cardassian sun?
It is where you belong, Ghemor.
And it's where I'd be at this very moment
if you hadn't betrayed our people to the Dominion.
Good day, Dukat.
He doesn't seem to like you very much.
We're going to have to do something
about your public image.
Gentlemen...
You haven't heard my entire offer.
We do have something else I think might interest you.
Your daughter.
Iliana?
Iliana... I... I...
Don't listen to him.
Your daughter is alive, Ghemor.
I know where to find her.
I want to believe you, Dukat, but...
even if I did
let's just say, I don't like the company you're keeping.
You and I might have come to an agreement
one Cardassian to another, but now, dealing with you
means dealing with them
and that makes the price too high.
All right, you have your answer.
My ship will be docked here a few days longer...
In case you change your mind.
I won't.
What can I get for you, Major?
A frosty Bajoran ale, perhaps?
Or something stronger?
How about a Black Hole?
Whatever.
You look terrible.
Not that I mind.
I like my women a little rumpled.
Quark, just get me my drink.
I know just the thing... warm Enyak's milk.
It'll help you sleep.
Come in.
Major.
Sorry to disturb you.
Sorry enough to leave?
Your defense of Ghemor is admirable.
But did it ever occur to you
that you may be fighting the wrong battle?
Do you recall the massacre at the Kiessa Monastery?
Kiessa.
What's that got to do with Ghemor?
See for yourself.
That is his official military record.
You can verify anything on there with Bajoran Intelligence
if you like.
You are really enjoying this, aren't you?
Hmm?
All your sick little games.
I must admit, I do get a certain... perverse pleasure
out of it.
Read it or not
it's up to you.
I promise you, Dukat
I will make you pay for all of this one day.
Maybe...
but not today.
Nerys!
I'll be right there.
Now what?
I... I was thirsty.
Just sit back.
You're all tangled up.
I'm... I'm sorry.
Well, it's a little late for that now, isn't it?
Nerys, is something wrong?
Yes, there's something wrong.
You lied to me.
About what?
About everything.
But let's start with Kiessa Monastery.
Kiessa.
You were there, weren't you?
Dukat told you.
The Cardassian army burned Kiessa to the ground.
17 monks were killed.
But they were hiding weapons for the resistance.
Weapons that were being used to kill my friends.
It, it was... it was war.
It was easy to despise you.
But you... you weren't the monsters.
We were.
I wish I'd never joined the military.
Never have volunteered for duty on Bajor.
But I did.
And I can't change that
no matter how much I might want to.
So instead you hid the truth from me.
No... Nerys...
I didn't want you to hate me.
It's what you deserve.
Nerys!
Dabo!
That is dabo, isn't it?
Uh-huh.
I don't know why you insist on playing
this ridiculous game.
I like games.
Ah, Captain!
Can I help you?
I thought we should talk.
I realize I haven't been much of a host.
Here.
Have some kanar.
Ah! No, thank you.
I'm not...
particularly thirsty right now.
I insist.
I said, no thank you.
I never touch kanar on an empty stomach, Captain.
It's bad for the digestion.
In this case, that's something of an understatement.
Because in that bottle, there's enough voraxna poison
to kill at least a dozen Cardassians.
It was delivered
to Tekeny Ghemor less than 20 minutes ago.
Fascinating.
What's wrong, Dukat?
Are you afraid Ghemor's going to say something
that might undermine your new cozy position?
Tread with care, Captain.
You're coming dangerously close to accusing the head
of the Cardassian government of attempted murder.
Is that what I'm doing?
How delightful.
The mysterious plots, the subtle innuendo
the veiled threats.
It's all so entertaining.
Wha...?
Oh, my...
that is quite toxic, isn't it?
Are you insane?
Vorta are immune to most forms of poison.
Comes in handy when you're a diplomat.
Especially when you're working with the Cardassians.
You can keep the kanar, Dukat.
Ghemor won't be drinking it.
It's a little late for services, Major.
I needed a quiet place to think.
You got something to say to me, Constable, say it.
I understand you've stopped visiting Ghemor.
He lied to me.
I thought he was different
but he's just like the rest of them.
Is he? Really?
I've seen his file, too, Major.
He was 19 when Kiessa was destroyed.
He'd been in the military for less than a year
and was only one of 400 soldiers at the Monastery.
There's no way of knowing if he even fired a shot.
Well, he shouldn't have been there at all.
This isn't about Ghemor's war record.
If it really mattered
you wouldn't have waited for Dukat to hand it to you.
You would have looked it up yourself.
What are you trying to say?
That I should go back down there?
Ah...
No, I wasn't saying that at all.
Are you?
Father. Father.
Father... hold still.
You'll tear your bandages.
My garden. They burned my garden.
I know. I know.
I can hear the Prophets calling me, Nerys.
I can feel my pagh slipping away.
Nerys!
We found them.
It's a Cardassian heavy weapons unit.
Third assault group. Ninth Order.
Hold on.
I'll be right back.
How far?
Just outside of Tempasa.
I'll go with you.
Are you sure?
I know the area.
So does Gantt.
They didn't shoot Gantt's father.
They shot mine.
All right. Go!
We found the soldiers that did this to you.
I'm going to make them pay
just like I promised.
The others... let them.
You don't have to go.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
I won't be long.
Let's go!
Come in.
Um, I thought you should know that, uh...
Ghemor's condition has deteriorated.
He'll be dead within the hour.
Thank you for the information, Doctor.
Is that it?
"Thank you for the information"?
Ghemor is dying.
I heard you.
Major, he wants to see you.
Well, I don't want to see him.
Major, please.
It's almost over.
There's no more questions to ask
no more work to be done.
Just go to his quarters and sit with him.
I said no.
Don't ask me again.
Fine.
You must do what you want...
but I think you're making a mistake.
Regardless of what Ghemor's done in the past
he doesn't deserve to die alone.
Nobody does.
All four mortar rounds right in the central compound.
And the way they ran...
it was like kicking over a mound of barrowbugs.
What was the count?
Five skimmers
and at least, at least 15 Cardassian dead.
Now, that's not a bad day's work.
We should celebrate, huh?
Yeah, they kill us, we kill them.
It's nothing worth celebrating.
Nerys.
Your father.
He died calling your name.
Get another raiding party together.
I want to hit those Cardassians again
as soon as we have a chance.
Would you, uh, like me to call everyone together?
Have Prylar Quen say a few words.
There's nothing left to say.
I didn't think you would come.
Well, for a while there, neither did I.
Cause of death was CNS failure
brought on by Yarim Fel syndrome.
One witness was present...
a Major Kira Nerys of the Bajoran Militia.
Witness's statement is attached.
Major, we're done here.
That's it?
A quick post-mortem
a statement from the witness
and... a little paperwork?
Seems so straightforward.
It never is.
He got so quiet...
toward the end.
L-I could hear him whispering things...
his wife's name, Iliana's, even mine.
Then the pain just got too much for him
and he just lay there...
breathing...
And at the end of every exhale...
there was this pause, and I thought, "That's it.
It's over."
Then he'd force another breath...
and another.
I started counting them.
One hundred...
two hundred...
three hun...
He fought for every last second.
I don't think he even knew that I was there.
He knew.
You gave him what he needed.
He didn't die alone.
Maybe he gave me something I needed.
I missed my father's death by less than an hour.
Did you know that?
Less than an hour.
I always told myself that it was...
bad luck, bad timing...
the will of the Prophets.
But the truth is...
I didn't have to go when I did.
I could have stayed a while longer.
I saw my chance to get out
and I took it.
I saw so much death during the occupation.
I felt so much pain that...
But my father...
he was my strength
and I, I couldn't stand to see that strength slipping away.
So, I ran.
Just like you tried to run from Ghemor.
He reminded me so much of my father.
Going through it again, l-I...
I just couldn't face it.
But in the end, you did.
You were there for Ghemor.
I owed it to him.
I owed it to my father...
to get it right this time.
You wanted to see me?
Yes.
I understand Legate Ghemor has passed away.
You must be very relieved.
Oh, Captain, such cynicism does not suit you.
All of Cardassia
will mourn the passing of Tekeny Ghemor.
He was a great man.
I'm surprised to hear you say that.
Not at all.
It takes a great man to admit he's wrong
and that's what Ghemor did.
I'm speaking of his last-minute change of heart.
His deathbed decision
to embrace the new Dominion government.
That's very moving, except for one small problem.
It never happened.
As you say, it's... a small problem.
I would like his body transferred to my ship.
We'll take him home and bury him with full state honors.
Well, I'm afraid that's going to be impossible.
Legate Ghemor's funeral arrangements
have already been taken care of.

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