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And I've downloaded

the new docking procedure
checklist for Bay 6

into the Bay-Prod D-9 file.

That's the only bay
using the new criteria.

Got it.

And be sure to monitor
the power fluctuations

in the secondary fusion core.

It's got some little kinks in
there I don't like the look of.

I will care for the secondary
fusion core like it was my own child.

As soon as I get back,
I'm going to run

a full diagnostic,
to make sure there's no...

Chief! We are
perfectly capable

of running this place
by ourselves for a week.

Well, if you have any problems
you can reach me on subspace...

Would you please go on vacation
and get out of our hair?

- Miles.
- Yeah?

Have a good time.

Oh, right. Thanks, yeah.

I feel relaxed already.

- Is he gone?
- Finally.

Good. He's been driving me
crazy all day.

- You'd think that I was...
- Commander...

I forgot to tell you.

I added a new sub-routine

to the environmental control
in the Habitat Ring...

- Chief O'Brien.
- Yes, sir?

You're on leave.

Please disembark this station.

Aye, sir.

It's okay.

Boone!

O'Brien. Miles O'Brien.
We served together on the Rutledge.

Of course! O'Brien.

Oh, it's been a long time.

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine, just fine.

I work on this station now.
Chief Engineer.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. How long you been
out of Starfleet?

Oh, about eight years now.
I settled on Volon III.

Well, that's
on the Cardassian side

of the Demilitarized Zone,
isn't it?

Yes. Well, the new treaty, it
really puts us in harm's way.

But I run a ladarium
mining sluice

so as long as the Cardassians
need ladarium

for their warp drives,
they leave me alone.

Well, after what we went
through in the border wars

I don't know
how you can live there.

You were there at Setlik III.

That's what got me
out of Starfleet.

Really?
That's why I stayed in.

Listen, my wife
is waiting for me

and she hates it when I'm late,
and I always am.

I'm coming back for another
supply pickup in a month or two.

Okay, let me know when.

O'Brien, Miles O'Brien.

We served together
on the Rutledge.

- Miles?
- Uh-huh?

Didn't you bring the holo-cam?

Was I supposed to?

You said you were going to.

Did I?

Last night, when we were
going over the list in bed.

Not me.

I was dead as soon as my head
hit the pillow.

You talked to me
for half an hour.

No, there must have been
someone else in bed with us.

What's this?

Oh, just some new
technical update manuals.

Our first vacation in five years

and you brought
technical update manuals?

You know, maybe we should
have brought Molly with us.

Do you think she'll be okay
with the Petersons?

She likes the Petersons
more than she likes us.

She's fine.

We could swing back

pick up the holo-cam and Molly

and still only lose
about half a day.

Or we could pick up the
holo-cam when we get there.

How many did you bring?

What?

Tech update manuals?

Just a few.

Computer, play something
by... Minezaki.

Do these chairs recline?

I wish they did.

You're an engineer.
Do something about it.

I'll make it worth your while.

- Ohh...
- Mmm...

Vessel approaching.

Bearing 191 mark 6.

Identify.

Cardassian patrol ship,
Hideki-class.

Shields up!

Try to send an emergency
subspace signal to the station.

I... I can't.

They're jamming all
subspace frequencies.

They're hailing us.

This is Miles O'Brien

of Starbase Deep Space 9.

State your business.

Mr. O'Brien,
we've spoken before.

My name is Evek.

Shut down your drive,
and come to a full stop.

We're beaming
an inspection team aboard.

We're nowhere near
the Cardassian border.

You've no authority here.

We'll argue
about authority later.

For now, you will either comply
or we will take preemptive action.

Warning.

Sensors are reading
photo lock-on activation.

You have ten seconds.

Don't worry.

We haven't done anything.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I have orders to arrest you,
Mr. O'Brien.

Arrest?

Search the ship.

What are the charges?

You have the right to refuse
to answer questions

but such refusal may be
construed as a sign of guilt.

I demand to know what
I'm being accused of.

You deny all knowledge
of this crime, then?

How the hell am I supposed
to deny something

when I don't know what
you're talking about?

So you do not
deny all knowledge?

We are Federation citizens
and we have rights.

Yes, yes, all your rights

as defined by Cardassian Articles
of Jurisprudence will be protected.

I demand to speak
to my Commander.

We will contact your Commander

and see that your wife is
returned safely to your station.

You will be taken
to Central Prison

on Cardassia Prime
to await trial.

All right.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Miles!

Miles!

No!

Miles!

Miles!

Look to the children.

They are the future of Cardassia

and they will lead the way.

Invest in their minds.

Teach them carefully...

Remove your clothes.

My name's Miles O'Brien.

My rank, Chief of Operations,
Starfleet.

I'm a Federation citizen.

Remove your clothes.

My name is Miles O'Brien.

My rank is Chief of Operations,
Starfleet.

I'm a Federation citizen.

Would you care to make
a confession?

My name is Miles O'Brien.

My rank is Chief of Operations,
Starfleet.

I am a citizen
of the Federation!

Process him.

My name is...

Miles...

O'Brien.

My rank is...

Chief of...

Operations...

Has he been processed?

He has.

You were told he was
not to be harmed.

He had to be restrained.
Bring him his clothing.

I apologize for the way you've
been treated, Mr. O'Brien.

I'm Makbar, Chief Archon.

I want your stay here
to be as comfortable as possible

under the circumstances.

I've scheduled your
trial to begin in two days.

You've been assigned the
venerable Kovat as public conservator.

As what?

Your lawyer.

Many feel that he's the
best counsel in all Cardassia.

What do I need a lawyer for?

What am I charged with?

Who's accusing me?

All in good time,
Mr. O'Brien.

All in good time.

Starfleet has ordered
the Enterprise

the Prokofiev and the Valdemar

to the border
of the Demilitarized Zone.

Hopefully,
when the Cardassians see

that they are risking the
entire treaty over this...

In the meantime, my husband
is being violated by them.

Every shred of his humanity
is being violated.

Isn't that true?

- We don't know exactly...
- Damn it! Don't lie to me!

They're torturing him
as we sit here.

It is standard procedure
for the Cardassians

to use torture
in their interrogations.

You are correct,
Mrs. O'Brien.

You don't know how many times
Miles spoke to me about this --

what the Cardassians did to
the prisoners they took at Setlik III.

What they were like
when they came back.

The thought of it,

it disgusted him.

It scared him.

We can't leave him there.

We don't even know where he's
being held on Cardassia Prime.

Keiko, I promise you as soon
as we have more information

I'll do everything
in my power to...

Commander, you have a subspace
transmission from Cardassia Prime.

On-screen.

I'm Benjamin Sisko,
Commander of Deep Space 9.

My name is Makbar.

I'm the archon representing
the Cardassian Empire

in its case
against Miles O'Brien.

- May I speak with him?
- That is not possible.

May I see him?

- Commander...
- May I be assured

that he is well
and being treated properly?

Mr. O'Brien is being treated
with great care and respect.

Good, because if he is not

I will hold you
personally responsible.

And if that sounds
like a threat, it is.

Gul Dukat's told me about you.

You live up
to your reputation, Commander.

That's right, I do.

Now, what are the charges
against Chief O'Brien?

The charges will be announced
when the trial begins

as is customary
in Cardassian jurisprudence.

How can we prepare for the trial

if we don't know the charges?

Mrs. O'Brien, I take it?

Yes.

Mrs. O'Brien, there's nothing
for you to prepare.

Your husband's verdict
has already been determined.

He is guilty.

The trial will reveal

how this guilt was proven
by the most efficient

criminal investigation system
in the Quadrant.

You may, if you desire,
attend this trial, which begins

in two days' time.

We'll be there.

Oh, I'm sorry, Commander.

This is a privilege enjoyed solely
by the spouse of an offender.

What about his nestor?

His counsel and his nestor
will be assigned by the court.

Nestor?

Advisor to the offender.

Madam Archon, I volunteer to
serve as nestor in this trial.

That is not possible.

The nestor must be
an officer of the court.

I am an officer of the court.

Chief of Security Odo.

I served Gul Dukat on Terok Nor.

You may check my credentials.

I was designated an officer
of the Cardassian Court

four years ago, in order
to testify in criminal cases.

Very well.

If this is true, you may accompany
Mrs. O'Brien and serve as nestor.

May I ask, what penalty
does Mr. O'Brien face?

His execution is scheduled
for next week.

How can you schedule
an execution

before a trial even begins?

We believe in swift justice.

Mrs. O'Brien, we should
leave immediately.

Begin a complete security sweep
of the station

and Chief O'Brien's
recent activities.

I want to know if there's
anything out of the ordinary

that might begin
to explain this.

Commander, Chief
O'Brien's attitude

towards the Cardassians
is hardly a secret.

What if he actually
has done something?

Then we need to know
that, too, don't we?

Miles O'Brien?

Eh, yes, of course you are.

I'm Conservator Kovat.

I've been told that I've
already been charged

indicted, convicted
and sentenced.

What would I need with a lawyer?

Ah, Mr. O'Brien,
if it sounds

immodest of me, I apologize,

but the role of
public conservator

is key to the productive
functioning of our courts.

I'm here to help you concede
the wisdom of the state,

to prepare you to accept the
inevitable with equanimity.

Ha!

There's an old
Cardassian expression:

"Confession is good
for the soul."

But it's also good for the populace
to see people like you confess.

It makes them feel better
about themselves.

It makes them -- makes
their lives more bearable.

So, that's
what this is all about?

Make the people
of Cardassia feel better, huh?

No, no, no, no.
But that's...

that's not a bad side effect.

Now then, we have
your biographical extracts.

We have your Starfleet records.

All this will be very useful.

What am I being charged with?

Oh, no need to worry
about that at this point.

This is insane!

Now, whatever you've done

whatever the charges against you

none of that really matters
in the long run.

What does matter?

This trial is to demonstrate

the futility of behavior
contrary to good order.

Everyone will find it
most uplifting.

Not everyone.

Once again, justice
will be done.

Our lives will be reaffirmed,
safe and secure.

Here on Cardassia,
all crimes are solved,

all criminals are punished,
all endings are happy.

Even the poorest of our subjects
can walk the streets

in the dead of night
in perfect safety.

You're only one man,
but your conviction

will be a salutary experience
for millions.

Now then...

the trial opens tomorrow.

Do you have any questions,
anything you want to tell me?

Only that I am not guilty
of any crime

and that I hold
this entire procedure

with nothing but contempt.

That's good, that's good.

Maintain that level of
arrogance in the courtroom

and we shall put on
a very good show, indeed.

Oh, I do have one question.

Yes, certainly.

Have you ever won a case?

Winning isn't everything.

- Are they all like this?
- All of them.

There isn't a photon warhead
left in here.

How could somebody transport
two dozen warheads off this station

without the perimeter
sensors picking it up?

The metal in these crates has
the same mass as the warheads.

A transporter
could have been programmed

to switch the two
simultaneously.

The sensors could
have been fooled.

But it would require
a transporter expert.

I know what you're implying,
Major, and I don't like it.

Neither do I, but there is more.

According to the logs,
O'Brien was in here

just minutes before
his runabout left.

Computer, play
Security Log entry

Stardate 47944.2 --
weapons locker.

Request access

Weapons Locker 4, Miles O'Brien
Security Level One.

The computer confirmed
his voiceprint ID and let him in.

As soon as the door opened
some kind of field saturation device

was activated that froze all the
security scanners in the room.

I want a full analysis
of that voiceprint.

Make absolutely sure
it was O'Brien.

But it doesn't make sense.

What would he do
with photon warheads?

Give them to the Maquis.

We had an advisory two weeks ago

that a Maquis ship
disabled a Bolian freighter

near the Demilitarized Zone and
stole a supply of photon launchers.

Launchers but no warheads.

Launchers, but no warheads.

You're suggesting
that Miles O'Brien

took his wife on
a romantic vacation

as an excuse to deliver
warheads to the Maquis?

- I don't believe it!
- If these warheads

were in the runabout,

they'll be used as
evidence in the trial.

- Commander!
- We'll find that out soon enough.

If they were in the runabout

how did the Cardassians
find out?

That's the one question
I want an answer to.

I also want to find out
who the other guy was.

The other guy?

The one who was waiting
to receive these warheads.

I'll have Starfleet Intelligence

begin to pick up Maquis suspects
for questioning.

In the meantime,
let's see if we can ID

any possible Maquis members

who have been
on the station recently.

Dismissed.

Tell me you're here
to take me home.

I'm sorry.

How have they treated you?

Not so bad.

They did some dental
work when I got here

that wasn't much fun.

All Cardassians are required

to give the Bureau
of Identification

one of their first molars.

It's usually extracted
at age ten.

Keiko... is
she all right?

She came with me.

She's here? Now?

It's not permitted
for family members

to visit offenders
in confinement.

She'll be at the trial tomorrow.

The Cardassians always invite
families to trials and executions

so that the public
can see them weep.

No.

I don't want her there.

I don't want her
to see me like this.

I think that's a mistake.

My lawyer has already told me.

It's all over but the execution.

I... I don't even know
what I'm charged with!

Did they tell you anything?

No... but we have an idea.

What?

Have you ever had
any dealings with the Maquis?

Dealings?

No. I'm not sure
what you mean.

Do you know anybody
in the Maquis?

No.

Ever supplied any
of them with weapons?

No!

Are you here to
interrogate me, Constable?

Is anyone ever going to tell me
what I'm supposed to have done?

Commander Sisko informed me
a few hours ago

that 24 photon warheads
are missing from the station.

We believe they may have been
in your runabout's cargo bay

intended for the Maquis.

The Cardassians did find
something in the hold. That's true.

- But you know nothing about it?
- Nothing.

And you didn't transport them
from Weapons Locker 4

just before you
left the station?

No.

Were you in Weapons Locker 4
before you left the station?

No!

Then why does the
log say that you were?

Why was it your voice
releasing the security lock?

My voice?

Your voice.

I don't know.

You don't know me very well,
Constable, but I... I...

I've been in service
to the Federation -- Starfleet --

all my adult life.

No one has ever questioned
my loyalty.

No one in my entire life
has ever had cause to ask

"Miles O'Brien,
are you a criminal?"

I took an oath...

to defend the Federation
and what it stands for.

I don't steal from them.

I don't lie to them.

I'm no angel,
but I try to live every day

as the best human being
I know how to be.

I need my little girl
to wake up in the morning

and look up at me
and see a man she can respect.

Until now, she always could.

Being accused of a crime
is not a disgrace, Chief.

Some of the great figures of history
have shared the honor with you.

I didn't figure
on dying a martyr.

Not all of them were martyrs.

Not all of them died.

Some of them were
just innocent men

like you.

Now, I've managed to get myself

named to your defense team.

I'll be there tomorrow.

Your wife will be there, as well

but she won't be weeping,
and neither will you.

I want the archon to see

the clear, unwavering eyes
of an innocent man.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Guard!

I'll see you tomorrow.

Odo...

thanks for being here.

The voice modulation
patterns don't match up.

See how the peaks here
and here are out of phase?

So, we can prove
it wasn't O'Brien

who entered the weapons locker.

It's O'Brien's voice,
but the sentence

was reconstructed
sound by sound.

I've got our Maquis.

I narrowed the suspects down

to 12 people who live
in the Demilitarized Zone

and were on the station
that day.

Raymond Boone, human.
Lives on Volon III.

Three merchants on the Promenade

saw him talking to O'Brien
just before he left.

Talking to him -- and
recording his voice perhaps?

Recording?

Someone doctored
Chief O'Brien's voice

to get into the weapons locker.

I'll have him picked up.

The offender,
Miles O'Brien, human,

officer of
the Federation Starfleet

has been found guilty

of aiding and abetting
seditious acts

against the state.

The sentence is death.

Let the trial begin.

Conservator Kovat,

is the offender
ready to face his judgment?

He is, Madam Archon.

Let him enter.

Mr. O'Brien,

you can spare your family
and the Federation

further humiliation by
dispensing with this proceeding

and confessing now.

No, thanks.

Very well.

The Nestor
and Mrs. O'Brien may enter.

Mrs. O'Brien,

this court recognizes
the disgrace

your husband has brought to you.

As is prescribed in the Cardassian
Articles of Jurisprudence,

we hereby offer you

the opportunity to disassociate
yourself from his actions

by testifying against him.

I have no intention

of testifying
against my husband.

Call the first witness.

Madam Archon,

may I confer privately with the
Conservator before we begin?

I believe that this is the first
time you are serving as nestor,

so perhaps I should explain that you
have no authority to address this court.

You assist the defendant,
that is all.

I beg the court's indulgence.
I am new at this.

All of Cardassia is
watching these proceedings.

Private conferences
do not make for good viewing.

You should have done this
before we convened.

Very well.
Make it quick.

Please don't ruin this for me.

I'm only a year away
from retirement.

We have new evidence
to prove O'Brien's innocence.

New evidence?

If O'Brien is accused of stealing
warheads from Deep Space 9,

we can prove
that he didn't do it.

Of course he did it.

He's been found
guilty, hasn't he?

Someone manipulated a recording
of his voice to gain entry.

I can produce that
recording here.

No evidence can be submitted
after the verdict has been reached.

- You should know that.
- Of course,

but I was hoping that the most

renowned conservator
in all of Cardassia...

You flatter me, sir,
you flatter me.

But we want justice

not chaos in this court.

No, I will have no part of this.

Enough!

Are you ready to proceed,
Conservator?

I am.

Madam Archon, may
I address the court?

Didn't I just explain to you
that you may not?

But if our Conservator refuses
to bring up new evidence...

- Silence!
- ...of a manipulated

recording of the offender's voice
that would prove his innocence...

You are out of order, sir!

What else am I supposed to do?

You are supposed to respect
our judicial procedures.

Wouldn't you ask
that we respect your rules

if we were in your court?

Which raises my next point,
Madam Archon.

I would like to move for
a change of venue to my court.

No crime has been committed
against Cardassia.

It was, in fact, committed
at a Bajoran space station.

Madam Archon,
I am extremely humiliated.

I ask to be relieved
of this assignment.

No! Sit down!

And you, sir...

do not try the patience
of the Cardassian people.

If this court finds you
in contempt,

you will find the punishment
very unpleasant.

I regret that I have no teeth

to offer your Bureau
of Identification.

As for new evidence, yes,
I fully expected the Federation

to come up with
remarkable new evidence

in an attempt
to free Mr. O'Brien.

I am sure your experts
can create all sorts of evidence

to confuse the issues.

That may work in your courts,
but not here.

There will be no new
evidence considered.

Call the first witness!

Look, we're not
after the Maquis.

We're just trying to
help an innocent man.

And I'm telling you. I don't have
any idea what you're talking about.

People saw you talking to
O'Brien just before he left.

Well, since when is
that a crime?

We're old friends
from the Rutledge.

Doesn't it bother you that an
old friend is about to be executed

by the Cardassians?

Of course it does.

I wish there was something
I could do to help.

He has a wife
and a five-year-old daughter.

If you're worried we'll turn
you over to the Cardassians,

I can assure you that we won't.

Well, I haven't done anything.

I don't have anything
to be worried about.

Hold him for
further questioning.

Computer, lights.

Don't turn around, Doctor.

There's nothing here
you could want.

You have a man in custody
suspected of arranging the theft

of photon warheads --
Raymond Boone.

That's right.

I'm here to tell you
he is not one of us.

"Not one of us"?

You're from the Maquis.

That's correct.

Why should I believe you?

We knew nothing about the theft

and this man is not one of us.

And that's all I can tell you.

How do I know you're not
just trying to protect him?

Who else would want photon...

warheads?

The Maquis are savage,
Federation-born killers!

They live to terrorize
and murder innocent Cardassians

as evidenced by these weapons we
confiscated from O'Brien's ship.

These Maquis are based
in the Demilitarized Zone?

They are all from
Federation settlements

inside Cardassian
occupied territory.

Frankly, the situation
is becoming untenable.

How many more innocent
people must die

before the situation
becomes clear?

How do you know
these photon warheads

recovered from
the offender's vessel

were intended for the Maquis?

According to reliable sources,
the Maquis arranged the theft.

I object!

Madam Archon, please!

I thought we went over this
yesterday, Mr. Odo.

What is it this time?

Gul Evek has tied the Maquis to
this plot by quoting reliable sources.

I think we deserve to know
who these reliable sources are.

Can you provide
any details, Gul Evek?

I am afraid that information
cannot be revealed

without risk to national
security, Madam Archon.

That's an acceptable answer.

Might we know how Gul Evek

learned the warheads
were in the runabout?

Yes, of course.

We learned about them
from reliable sources.

Are you satisfied, Nestor?

- Madam Archon...
- Enough!

This is already the longest
trial in the history of Cardassia.

Let's try to speed things up,
shall we?

Proceed,
Mr. Kovat.

As you wish, Madam Archon.

I'll try to be as
brief as possible.

What is this?

I'd like Dr. Bashir to give
you a physical examination.

What for?

To help us answer some
questions about you.

What are you talking about?

For example,
why you haven't spoken

to your parents in eight years.

What's that got to do
with anything?

I never got along with them.

That's not what they told us.

You left your wife
about eight years ago.

You'd been married a long time --

almost 15 years, wasn't it?

Look, this is none
of your business.

And about the same time

you were discharged
from Starfleet

after failing several crew
performance reviews.

All of this seemed to happen
shortly after Setlik III.

Bring him over here.

Some romantic vacation
I took you on, huh?

We'll have other chances.

Keiko, I don't want you
to be there next week.

It isn't over yet.

Don't give them
the satisfaction.

Miles, you can't just...

I mean it.

Court will resume.

The offender will
step forward and testify.

I have nothing
to say to this court.

Under Cardassian law,
you are compelled to testify.

Step forward.

This would be a good time
to advise the offender.

Advise him to do what?

To confess.

To throw himself on the mercy
of the court, of course.

I never heard of a Cardassian
court showing mercy.

That is not the point.

Think of the children, sir.

Allow them to see
a glimmer of enlightenment.

As the offender realizes

that the end is near,

let him use his last
breath to show remorse.

Do you wish to advise the
offender at this time, Nestor?

No, Madam Archon.

Very well.
Proceed, Mr. Kovat.

Mr. O'Brien,

were you abused as a child?

What?

Were your parents
especially abusive?

Did you hate them very much?

I loved my parents.

I see.

Spousal abuse, perhaps?

Was your wife causing you

severe psychological stress?

My wife is the most wonderful
supportive person I've ever known.

Excuse me for asking.
I'm merely trying to establish

why a fine man like you
could turn into a criminal.

Now, perhaps you could help me.

Sorry, no, I can't help,
because I'm no criminal.

Well...

I tried.

Tell me, Mr. O'Brien

how many Cardassians
have you killed?

Killed? None.

Since the war, that is.

Including the war,

how many Cardassians
have you killed?

Madam Archon, what relevance

does Mr. O'Brien's
war experiences have?

His past criminal record

is very much relevant
to these proceedings, sir.

Answer the question.

I'm not sure.

That many, eh?

It was war.

Both sides did things
they had to do.

Tell me, Mr. O'Brien,

now that we are at peace,

do you have a warm place
in your heart

for your Cardassian neighbors

or are you deeply prejudiced
against Cardassians?

Do you not, in fact,
hate Cardassians?

Have you not
on several occasions

publicly stated
your opposition to the treaty

because, and I quote,

"The bloody Cardies
can't be trusted"?

I decline to answer that.

There are no grounds in Cardassian
law which permit you to decline.

Answer the question.

Is it an accurate quote or not?

It is.

Madam Archon,

at this time it seems
the offender's guilt

has been clearly established

and I see no other alternative
but to concede the verdict.

I do not concede!

You may stand
down, Mr. O'Brien.

I am not guilty!

I've committed no crime

and I do not concede
to this court

or the Cardassian Empire!

Madam Archon, I apologize,

but I appear to have lost
control of my client.

No matter.

You've done your usual
eloquent job on his behalf,

Conservator Kovat.

Thank you, Madam Archon.

This has been
a most difficult case,

but it is always an honor
to serve your court.

I object to this.

Madam Archon

how can you continue
to tolerate these intrusions?

Return to your seat.

Once again,

the Cardassian System
of Jurisprudence

has worked
to protect its people.

A guilty man
has been brought to justice.

But never let it be said

that there is no room
in this system for compassion.

I sense in
Mr. O'Brien --

a man with strong family ties --

the potential for
rehabilitation.

And I'm sure that he has gained

a new appreciation
of Cardassian law

through this difficult process.

Therefore, I am pleased

in the spirit of furthering
Cardassian-Federation relations

to hereby set aside the verdict
and to release Mr. O'Brien

into the custody
of his Commander,

Benjamin Sisko.

What happened? What...

- You won.
- I...

They'll kill me.

Then the Maquis
told you about Boone.

When Doctor Bashir examined him

he discovered that Boone
was missing his first molar.

The DNA analysis confirmed
that he was Cardassian.

He was surgically altered?

Eight years ago, to replace
the real Raymond Boone

who was taken prisoner
at Setlik III

and apparently
killed in detention.

Well, how did you figure it out?

His ex-wife told us

he came back from captivity
a different man.

She blamed it on the treatment
he received from the Cardassians,

but it started us to thinking.

So, he was spying
for the Cardassians

even when he was serving
on the Rutledge with me?

But why would they
want to frame Miles?

This trial was never
about your husband, Mrs. O'Brien.

It was designed from the beginning
to discredit the Federation --

to show that the Maquis
had their official sanction.

Gul Evek's testimony
made it clear

that the situation
had become untenable.

Next, they would
have been demanding

that the Federation
colonies be disbanded.

Exactly.

When Makbar saw Boone
in the courtroom,

she realized that we had
the goods to embarrass

the High Command
in front of the entire populace.

Oh, I'm just glad it's all over.

I'm ready to get back to work.

Oh, no, no, no.

I had to use all of my influence

to extend your accommodations
at the lagoon.

We'll drop you off
on our way home.

But we haven't any bags,
no holo-cam.

I've nothing to read.

Perfect.