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I'm sorry, Doctor. I just don't
see the value of this man's work.

But, Garak, Shakespeare is one
of the giants of human literature.

I knew Brutus was going
to kill Caesar in the first act.

But Caesar didn't figure it out
until the knife was in his back.

But that's what
makes it a tragedy.

Caesar couldn't conceive that
his best friend would plot to kill him.

"Tragedy" is not
the word I'd use.

"Farce" would be
more appropriate.

No, no, supposedly this man

is supposed to be a leader
of a great empire,

a brilliant military tactician,

and yet he can't see what's
going on under his own nose.

Hmm.

Doctor, are you in a hurry?

I have to get to the Infirmary. I've
got a lot of work to do this afternoon.

Oh, you're fortunate.
I have more time

on my hands than I
know what to do with.

Maybe you could finish those
trousers I dropped off last week.

- Uh, tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.

You're going to give
yourself indigestion.

I only have you
to thank for that.

If you hadn't been so late,
I could have enjoyed my lunch.

This isn't the first time I've
seen you rush through a meal.

You never take the time
to savor your food.

It seems to be a human
characteristic. Look over there.

That Talarian is barely
halfway through his meal,

but his human companion's
plate is empty.

Well maybe he and I
can have dessert

while you and the Talarian
while away the afternoon.

But it is a very interesting sociological
phenomenon, don't you think?

For generations now, humankind
has had more than enough food,

and yet, you go about your
eating as if you were afraid

someone was going to come along
and snatch away your plate.

Garak, why don't you eat
for a while and let me talk?

Fear of starvation amid plenty.

It points to some dark secret
hidden in the human soul,

a gnawing hunger.

Perhaps someone
should do a study.

Why don't you?

You appear to have plenty
of time on your hands.

Doctor, if you want to have
your dessert, please, go ahead.

I won't be offended.

I have to go, and I'm sorry to
leave while you're still eating.

No, no, I'm done as well.

But you've hardly
touched your plate.

If you really must know,
I've been nibbling

on Delavian chocolates
all morning.

Where did you get
Delavian chocolates?

Well, I promised my
supplier I wouldn't tell,

but since I deprived
you of your dessert,

I'd be more than happy to bring some
by the Infirmary later this afternoon.

Why, thank you.
I'd like that.

Until then, Doctor?

Uh, Julian.

Major.

Garak.

About those atmospheric
specifications

you requested for
the Yalosian Ambassador...

60 percent nitrogen,
10 percent benzene,

and the rest hydrogen
fluoride, as I recall.

Well we ran a test in one
of the guest quarters.

The mixture is so corrosive
it dissolved the carpet.

Well, don't look at me.
It's what they breathe.

Oh, then I guess we'll just
have to rip out the carpets.

Be sure not to replace them
with anything red or orange.

Why not?

They don't see that part
of the color spectrum.

Is there anything else I should
know about the Yalosians?

As a matter of fact...

Bashir to Infirmary.

Medical emergency
on the Promenade.

It's Garak's shop.

Oh...

Are you all right?

As well as can be expected.

But I'm afraid your pants won't
be ready tomorrow after all.

Report.

The explosion was caused by a rupture
in the power conduit behind that wall.

What caused the rupture?

Well, probably an overload
in the ODN juncture.

I take it you don't agree.

Well, let's just
say, I find it odd

that a conduit running
behind Garak's shop

should just happen to overload.

So you think someone
ruptured it deliberately?

I wouldn't be surprised.
It stands to reason that a man

with Garak's past
would have enemies.

I'm detecting traces
of nitrilin.

Nitrilin is extremely unstable.

And very rare.

It couldn't have come
from the power conduit.

This could be the residue
from a micro-explosive device

planted on the conduit

and rigged to cause a rupture.

Making the explosion
look like an accident.

Exactly.

Hmm.

Sisko to Ops.

Go ahead, Commander.

Delay the departure of all
vessels until further notice.

I have reason to believe

that someone may have tried
to kill Mr. Garak.

Who would want to kill me,
a simple tailor?

A simple tailor.

A simple tailor who
used to be an agent

of the Obsidian Order.

The Obsidian Order. Constable,
you shouldn't put too much stock

in the good doctor's
flights of fancy.

Now, are you sure this explosion
wasn't an accident?

Because I can't think of
anyone who would wish me harm.

Someone tried to
kill you, Garak.

Whoever it was may
try again, so if I were you,

I would give this matter
some serious thought.

Well, let me see.

I mean, there's the Nausicaan
whose wedding suit I misplaced,

and the Yridian I owe money to,

and, of course,
there's always Major Kira.

- This is serious, Garak.
- I'm being serious.

I don't think she likes me.

She doesn't, but if
she wanted you dead,

you would be.

You do have a point.

Could this attempt on
your life have anything to do

with the reason you were
exiled from Cardassia?

Oh, I seriously doubt
the Finance Ministry

would try to have me killed
for failure to pay my taxes.

You expect us to believe that's
the reason you were exiled?

Do you think I would lie
about a thing like that?

It's not something I'm proud of.

I don't like explosions
going off on my station, Garak.

Innocent people
could have been hurt.

You could have been killed.

Now, if there's anything
you know you're not telling us,

I suggest you start talking.

I've told you everything
I can think of.

All right, then.

I'll investigate the "leads"
you've given us.

If there's anyone else you
think I should talk to, let me know.

I certainly will.

We've assigned
a security detail to you.

I suggest you stay as
close to them as possible.

Ah.

Someone should do a study.

A study?

To try and figure out
why some people

can't bring themselves
to trust anyone,

even if it's in their
own best interest.

Why is it no one
ever believes me,

even when I'm telling the truth?

Have you ever heard the story
about the boy who cried wolf?

No.

It's a children's story
about a young shepherd boy

who gets lonely
while tending his flock,

so he cries out to the villagers

that a wolf is
attacking the sheep.

The people come running
but, of course, there's no wolf.

He claims that it's run away and the
villagers praise him for his vigilance.

Clever lad.

Charming story.

I'm not finished.

The next day,
the boy does it again,

and the next, too,

and on the fourth day,
a wolf really comes.

The boy cries out
at the top of his lungs,

but the villagers ignore him,

and the boy and his flock
are gobbled up.

Well, that's a little graphic
for children, wouldn't you say?

But the point is,
if you lie all the time,

nobody's going to believe you,

even when you're
telling the truth.

Are you sure that's
the point, Doctor?

Of course.
What else could it be?

That you should never
tell the same lie twice.

You wanted to see me?

I have bad news for you.

Major Kira has
an airtight alibi.

I thought you might want to
look over the passenger manifests

of ships that recently
came to the station.

To see if I recognize anyone
who might wish me harm?

Exactly.

I suggest you start with
the most recent arrivals

and work your way backwards.

Well, don't worry about me,
Constable.

I can manage on my own.

I'm not about to leave you
alone in here

so you can look through
my security files.

What makes you think I haven't
already looked through them?

I'm joking, of course.

Of course.

No, I'm afraid I don't
recognize any of these names.

The bomb could have been
planted days ago or even weeks.

I suggest you keep
going back just to be sure.

Oh, well, this
could take forever.

I should think you'd have
plenty of time on your hands

now that your shop is no
longer open for business.

Hmm.

Odo, I...

I finished running the
bio-molecular scan you asked me for.

I found traces of living tissue

on the bulkhead
around the blast site.

This looks like the remains
of a pheromonic sensor.

A what?

It's triggered when a person of a
particular species gets within range.

In this case,
a Cardassian. Me.

They're known to be favored
by Flaxian assassins,

and it just so happens

a Flaxian came aboard
the station just this morning.

So, Mister... Retaya,

your papers indicate
that you're a merchant.

I deal in fine wares,
mostly fabrics and fragrances.

According to my information,
you were a suspect in the murder

of Dekora Assan on Japori II.

I was cleared on those charges.

It was a case
of mistaken identity.

This is your
sample case, I take it.

Yes.

Well, how fortunate.

As it happens, I'm
looking for a gift for a friend.

A lady friend?

Exactly.

Unfortunately, I don't
have a sense of smell.

Perhaps you could describe
this fragrance for me.

It has a somewhat...
floral bouquet.

Hmm.

We have a Cardassian tailor
here on the station named Garak.

There was an explosion

in his shop
not long after you arrived.

I felt the blast.
Was he hurt?

Not seriously.
Hmm?

That one is more musky
than the first.

Oh.

Tell me, where were you
when the explosion occurred?

The Ferengi's bar.

I went there as soon
as I arrived this morning.

Mm-hmm.

Huh?

I suppose I would have to
describe that one as... spicy.

Mm... I see.

And how long were you
at Quark's?

The rest of the day.
Right up until your Deputy

came and brought me here.

So, have you found something
for your lady friend?

Almost.

I think she would like
something both floral...

and musky.

Perhaps... if we
mixed these two?

Why not?

Very nice.

But on the other hand,

she's also quite fond
of spicy things.

Maybe we could add...

a drop of this as well.

I really don't think
they would go well together.

Let's find out.

I really don't think

your lady friend
will like the aroma.

Much less the fact that when
these three fragrances are combined

they produce a gaseous mixture

that can trigger a fatal heart
attack when inhaled.

I had no idea.

Then why did you stop me
from mixing them?

As I said, I simply didn't think
your friend would like the aroma.

Unless you have
any more questions,

I'd like to go now.

I have deliveries to make
on Cardassia.

I'll let you know when
you can leave the station.

Everything's set.

The transponder is on
board the Flaxian's ship.

You're sure he won't find it?

Not a chance.

I've hidden it inside
the ship's magneton relay.

You'll be able to track him as long
as you stay within half a light year.

Who do you think he's
going to lead you to?

If I knew that, I wouldn't
have to follow him.

Oh, I was wondering
when you'd get here.

The Flaxian left
two minutes ago.

If we're going to follow him,
we'd better get moving.

What makes you think
I'm going to follow him?

I happen to know that you're
too dogged an investigator

to allow the only witness in
this case to simply disappear.

Oh, congratulations. Your powers
of deduction are truly astonishing.

Now, if you will
kindly disembark,

I will get on with my
dogged investigation.

I intend to go with you.

Forgive me...

but are you making a joke?

Cardassian humor escapes me.

I'm quite serious. Believe me,
when someone tries to kill you,

it's no laughing matter.

Perhaps, but I don't require
your company on this trip.

My presence could be
most helpful.

Especially if the Flaxian
goes into Cardassian space.

I am not interested in
debating your usefulness to me.

I hate to interrupt you, but the
Flaxian is getting farther away.

Now, I assume you've placed
a tracking device on his ship,

but if we don't get started soon
he's going to get out of range.

Rio Grande to Ops.
Request permission to depart.

Permission granted.

Trust me, Constable I can be a
most pleasant traveling companion.

And this promises to be
an interesting trip.

The tracking device
is working perfectly.

If I'm reading this correctly --
and I'm no expert --

it looks like the Flaxian ship
is about to go into warp.

Well... it seems

that our "interesting trip"
has just been cut short.

According to our sensor
logs, the Flaxian ship exploded

the moment its warp
drive was engaged.

Was there malfunction?

Well, that's what
I thought at first.

Then I analyzed the
telemetry from the transponder

I planted on board
the Flaxian ship.

Just before the explosion,

there was an interference
pattern in the transponder's signal.

This interference could have been
caused by a forced neutrino inversion.

The Romulans.

They use neutrino inverters
in their explosive devices.

Why would the Romulans want
to destroy the Flaxian's ship?

One possibility is that the Romulans
hired the Flaxian to kill Garak

and then killed the Flaxian
when he failed in his mission.

Do you have any evidence
to support that?

It's only a supposition,
but it fits the available facts.

All right, Mr. Garak.

Do you know why the Romulans
might hire someone to kill you?

I have no idea.

I'm getting tired of
hearing you say that.

How long do you expect us
to believe...

He's telling
the truth, Commander.

He doesn't know why the Romulans
would try to kill him.

What makes you so sure?

Because if he did know,
he'd already be spinning out

an elaborate web of lies
to cover up the truth.

Well, the truth is usually just
an excuse for lack of imagination.

Is it?

If you want to know what
the Romulans have against me,

you'll have to ask them.

I intend to,

but I don't expect them
to be entirely forthcoming.

Yes, we destroyed
the Flaxian's ship.

I have to say I'm a little surprised
to hear you admit it so easily.

Why would we hide it?

Retaya was wanted for crimes
against the Romulan Empire.

His execution
was perfectly legal.

We have information that he
may have worked as an assassin.

I have nothing
to corroborate that,

though it wouldn't surprise me.

Well, shortly
after he arrived here,

someone tried to kill a Cardassian
who lives aboard this station.

That would be Mr. Garak...

a cobbler, I believe.

A tailor, actually.

I'll correct our records.

That is, if he's still alive.

He is.

Well.
Is there anything else?

One more thing.

How long had the Tal Shiar

been looking for Retaya?

Nearly a year. Why?

Isn't it curious that you
finally caught up with him here

just hours after he attempted
to kill Mr. Garak?

We're just grateful
to have found him at all.

Now, if you're finished,
Commander,

I have other matters
to attend to.

Hmm!

I take it you don't
believe her either?

No.

But the question still remains.

Why would the Romulans
want to have Garak killed?

I don't know.

Considering those uniforms
of theirs, you'd think

they'd appreciate
a decent tailor.

So, where does this leave
your investigation?

At a standstill.

We don't know that the
Romulans hired the Flaxian.

We don't even know that it was
Retaya who tried to kill Garak.

All we do know is that a
bomb went off in Garak's shop.

All right...

then let's start with him.

What do we know about Garak?

He was exiled from Cardassia,

for what reason, we're not sure.

He never leaves the station.

He avoids contact
with other Cardassians.

And it's possible that he was once an
intelligence agent of the Obsidian Order.

A very strong
possibility, Commander.

Agreed. So we can assume
that this attempt on his life

had something
to do with the Order.

Unfortunately, he's
rather uncooperative

when it comes to answering
questions about his past.

And the Obsidian Order
is uncooperative

when it comes to answering
questions about their former agents.

Ordinarily, yes.

What do you mean?

I have certain resources
in the Cardassian government.

I take it you don't want
to elaborate on that?

I'd rather not.

But I would like to request
the use of a runabout.

Granted.

Thank you, sir.

Stop there.

Where are you?

Nearby.

I've changed my appearance
since last we saw each other.

I don't want you to see me.

I need some information.

Is this about the tailor shop?

- Yes.
- I didn't do it.

I wasn't going to ask you that.

I think the Romulans
tried to kill Garak.

Very good, Odo.

I see working for the Bajorans

hasn't entirely dulled
your instincts.

My question is, "why?"

You'd have to ask the Romulans.

But I do know that
you are investigating

a very insignificant piece
of a much larger puzzle.

What do you mean?

There's been
a great deal of unusual

Romulan activity
these past weeks.

Cloaked ships believed
to be warbirds

have been detected near
the Cardassian border...

troop movements...

communication activity...

Sounds like they're
preparing for an invasion.

It has occurred to us,

and we're ready for it,
if it should happen.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Does war ever make sense?

Still the wry observer
of humanoid folly.

Tell me, do you still do
the Cardassian neck trick?

No, I don't.

Pity. You were
so good at it.

Garak isn't the only former
operative in the Order

who had an "unfortunate
incident" yesterday,

but he's the luckiest.

The other five didn't survive.

Five operatives were
killed yesterday?

"Killed"? No.

Three died from
"natural causes,"

the other two perished
in "accidents."

Quite a coincidence.

If you believe in coincidence.

I take it you think the Romulans

had something to
do with their deaths?

There were certain indications
of their involvement.

That still leaves us
with the question, "why?"

Here.

Those are the names of
the five dead operatives.

I suggest you
show that to Garak,

then ask him that question.

I'll do that.

I trust you'll agree
that this information

satisfies my debt to you.

Agreed.

However, if you
do learn something

from your tailor and
wish to share it with me,

I would be indebted
to you again.

I'll consider it.

They're all dead?!

I take it you're not going
to mourn their passing?

Oh, quite the contrary!

In fact, if these were
different circumstances,

I'd be celebrating tonight.

So you did know them?

Oh, yes, we were
quite well-acquainted.

In the Obsidian Order?

Oh, Constable, we've been down
this road before. I don't see why...

I've had enough
of your dissembling, Garak!

I am not Dr. Bashir, and we are
not sparring amiably over lunch!

Now, you dragged me
into this investigation

and you are now going
to cooperate with me!

"Dragged you in"?

I don't know what
you're talking...

You blew up
your own shop, Garak!

Well...

I don't think I've ever seen that
particular expression on your face.

Is it surprise?

Yes, Constable, it is.

I'm surprised that you could
come to this unlikely conclusion.

Oh, drop the pretense. I knew as
soon as I spoke with the Flaxian.

Assassins don't like
varying their methods.

He planned to poison you.

I think you spotted
him on the station

and then blew up your own shop
so that I'd begin an investigation.

That seems like a very
elaborate way to get you involved.

If I needed your help
I could have just asked.

But you couldn't be sure
that I'd take you seriously,

or that I'd help you.

Besides, I think
you secretly enjoyed

destroying your own shop.

Well, I admit watching it burn
wasn't exactly tragic.

Whether or not you
want to admit it,

you pulled me into this case,
and now you're stuck with me.

I want to know
who those men were

and what your connection
was to them.

We were all associates
of Enabran Tain.

Enabran Tain, the former head
of the Obsidian Order.

He retired some years ago.

He was, I might add,
the only head of the agency

who ever lived
long enough to do so.

For some time, we were
his most trusted advisors.

Do you have any idea why the
Romulans would want you all dead?

I don't know...

but Tain might.

That is, unless he suffered an
"unfortunate accident" as well.

That is a distinct possibility.

May I use
your communications system?

By all means.

Well, that's an interesting
way of scrambling a signal.

Yes, I thought you might
appreciate it on an aesthetic level.

Ah, here we are.

Mila.

Elim.

I never thought
I'd see your face again.

I need to speak to Tain.
It's urgent.

You can't.
He isn't here.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

He left yesterday
in a great hurry.

He wouldn't tell me where...

Maybe he realized someone
was coming after him.

He's in trouble, isn't he?

You have to help him, Elim.

I know you're still bitter

because of what happened
between the two of you, but...

you must help him, Elim.

If you speak to him,
tell him to contact me.

Promise me... you'll help him.

I promise.

I'll need a runabout, Constable.

We'll need a runabout.

I'm coming with you.

I hope you know what
you're doing, Garak.

So do I.

Is there anything you need
me to do while you're gone?

- Like what?
- I don't know --

any unfinished business?

Actually, Doctor,
there is something.

Well, what?

If you go into my quarters

and examine the bulkhead
next to the replicator,

you'll notice
there's a false panel.

Behind that panel,
is a compartment

containing an isolinear rod.

If I'm not back within 78 hours,

I want you to take that rod

and eat it.

Eat it?

Mm-hmm.

You're joking.

Yes, Doctor, I am.

Very funny.

I thought so.

But the answer to your question,
Doctor, is "no."

There's nothing you can do
for me while I'm away.

Then these are for you.

Delavian chocolates.

But these were meant for you.

I know -- I thought you might
need them more than I do.

Thank you.

- Good luck.
- Hmm.

We've cleared the station.

Now if you'll be kind enough to
let me know where we're going,

I'll set a course.

Head for the Cardassian border.

We're going to the third planet
of the Unefra system.

How do you know that's
where Tain has gone?

I don't, but he has
a safe house there

that no one's supposed
to know about --

especially me.

That woman, Mila...
who is she?

She's been Tain's housekeeper
and confidant for over 30 years.

She seemed almost fond of you.

Is it so hard to believe

that there's one person
in this galaxy

who could regard me
with a certain affection?

Well, I could believe
there's one,

but I wouldn't expect it

to be someone who worked
for Enabran Tain.

As I understand it,

the two of you didn't part
on the best of terms.

You could say that.

Tain was directly responsible
for my exile from Cardassia.

Then I don't understand...

Why I would be risking my life
to help him?

- Exactly.
- Yes...

I can see how that
would be puzzling.

All right...

you owe him something.

Ha!
A logical deduction.

I see why you're the Constable.

But it's more than that.

He means something to you.

Something personal?

Ah, now you've just moved
from deduction to supposition.

You're not the kind of man
who would go to such lengths

simply to repay a debt.

Are you trying to say that
I have no sense of honor?

Well, that remains to be seen.

Yes.

You wouldn't risk going into
Cardassian space for just anyone.

It would have to be someone
important to you --

someone you cared about.

I think

you were more
than Tain's advisor.

I think you were his protégé
and he was your mentor.

That is, until he sent you
into exile.

And yet, despite all that,

you care enough about him
to risk your life for him.

Or is all that just supposition?

Very interesting analysis...

very interesting.

Particularly coming from you.

Oh?

It's been my observation

that you always act
from a sense of justice,

or at least what you
consider justice.

There's no feeling
behind what you do --

no emotion beyond
a certain distaste

for loose ends and disorder.

You don't know what it means
to care about someone, do you?

People are just
interesting creatures

to be studied and analyzed.

Is there any point to this?

Only that I find it interesting

that you ascribe feelings
and motivations to me

that you know nothing about.

Or am I wrong?
Tell me.

Is there one person in this
universe you do care for?

One person who's more

than just an interesting
puzzle to be solved.

Is there, Odo?

Anyone?

If there were, I certainly
wouldn't tell you.

And that would be
a wise decision.

I'm taking us out of warp. We're
approaching the Unefra system.

What's that?

I'm detecting a subspace
energy surge directly above us.

A vessel of some kind
is de-cloaking.

It's a Romulan warbird.

In Cardassian space?

They've locked onto us with
a tractor beam. Take the helm.

I'll going to try to send out
a distress signal.

I can't pull away.
The tractor lock is too strong.

They're jamming
our transmission.

- Do you think you got through?
- I don't know.

I'm going to hail them,
see what they want.

I think we're about to find out.

Tain.

Ah, Garak, it's good
of you to come.

It spares me the trouble of having
to send someone else to kill you.

Come in, come in!

It's been a long time, Elim.

So, you're a tailor now.

Is this one of your creations?

A minor example of my work, yes.

I don't think
I like the neckline.

Well, you always did have
a keen sense of fashion,

but you seem to have let it go

along with your
once-trim figure.

Constable Odo.

I've always wanted to meet you.

I wish I could say the same.

Oh, come now.

Haven't you ever been the
least bit curious about me,

about my relationship with Garak

or our work in
the Obsidian Order?

I seldom waste time speculating

about retired spymasters
and their associates.

He's good.

He hides his true feelings
almost as well as you do, Elim.

He'd have made a good
operative in the old days.

I had the same thought myself.

But then, those days
are long gone.

At least, they are for me.

You, on the other hand,

seem to have left your
retirement far behind,

unless you're simply
on a pleasure cruise

with your pointed-eared friends.

Cunning, isn't he?

He makes a racial slur
within earshot of two Romulans,

putting me in the position
of either defending them,

thus giving away
my allegiance to them,

or letting the comment pass --
in which case

he's managed to plant a seed
of discord between us.

Frankly, I don't find
any of this interesting.

You both go to such lengths to
hide the true meaning of your words,

you end up saying nothing.

I think you'll find
when I have something to say

you won't have any trouble
understanding it.

To answer your question, Garak,

no, I'm not
on a pleasure cruise.

This ship is part of a fleet

of Romulan and
Cardassian vessels.

A fleet that will
very soon be traveling

through the wormhole
into the Gamma Quadrant.

I take it you're not on a
mission of peaceful exploration.

Not exactly.

You're going to attack
the Dominion, aren't you?

You're going to stage
a first strike against them

before they can come
into the Alpha Quadrant.

A clear and precise analysis.

Commander Sisko must find you
a valuable advisor.

A daring plan.

I didn't think there was
anyone in the Central Command

bold enough
to take on the Dominion.

Who said anything
about the Central Command?

This is a joint operation between
the Obsidian Order and the Tal Shiar.

We've been building a fleet of ships
in the Orias system for months now.

If you attack the Dominion,
they'll certainly strike back.

You'll be taking Romulus and Cardassia
into war -- a war you may not win.

I don't think they'll
be striking back.

Our intention is
to wipe out the Dominion

in one single blow
by eliminating the Founders.

Without them,
the Dominion will collapse.

You seem disturbed
by this, changeling.

Why? After all --

didn't you turn your back
on your people?

You seem to know a great deal
about me and my people.

We know everything you know,

including the location
of their homeworld.

Ah! Starfleet has shared
their intelligence

on the Dominion
with the Romulans.

And the Romulans
have shared it with me.

You'll forgive me if I reduce
the scope of this conversation

to something
a little more personal.

But why was it
necessary to kill me

and the rest of our
former colleagues

in order to embark on this
excursion into the Gamma Quadrant?

Because, Garak, I don't plan

on going back into retirement
when this is over.

I plan on going back
to my old job and my old life.

You were afraid we knew things --

things that could
be used against you

and so you decided
to have us eliminated.

Like I used to say, always
burn your bridges behind you.

You never know who might be
trying to follow.

You always used to say as well

that the Tal Shiar was sloppy.

You never should have relied
on them to burn your bridges.

True. They never should have
hired the Flaxian to blow up your shop.

Actually, I blew up my shop.

It was a way
of piquing the interest

of the good Constable here.

You blew up your own shop?

You, my friend,
are a true original.

If you hadn't betrayed me, things
would have been very different.

I never betrayed you!

At least, not in my heart.

Why do you think I'm here?

I came because I thought the
Romulans were trying to kill you.

I came here to save you.

I never thought I'd hear
myself say this, Garak...

but I believe you.

You can go.

Excuse me?

The changeling, of course,
will have to stay,

but you're free to go.

Your runabout is
in Launching Bay 3.

Just like that?

Just like that.

Aren't you concerned
that I might warn

the Central Command
and Starfleet of your plans?

It's too late. Central Command
will have a war on its hands,

whether it wants one or not.

And as for Starfleet,
this isn't their fight.

They won't interfere.

It's a trick, Garak.

After all this, he won't
let you just walk away.

It's not a trick, it's a choice.

You can walk out
that door or join me.

Join you?

That is what you've
been waiting for, isn't it?

To end your exile?

To come back into the fold?

I'm asking you to serve
Cardassia again, by my side.

You'll pardon me if I
appear a little startled,

but are you saying
that all is forgiven?

I can't forgive what you did,
but I can try to forget --

to put it aside
as if it never happened.

So, do you want to go back
to your shop and hem pants,

or shall we pick up
where we left off?

Garak, this is the man
who put you into exile.

This is the man who just two
days ago tried to have you killed.

Yes, he is...

but it doesn't matter.

I am back.