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Sell at 20.

Is that a joke?

Do I look like I'm joking?

Evade.

She has him.

- She's down 50 strips.
- Not for long.

What makes you so sure?

Well, Jadzia's playing
a very deep game.

Her strategy will become
apparent any moment now.

I see.

You have absolutely no idea
how this game is played, do you?

No.

But I have developed a
new appreciation for it.

- Oh? Since when?
- Since I married a Tongo player.

But one thing I
am certain about --

she will defeat the
Ferengi bartender.

I don't know about that.
Quark's on a roll.

In the last month, he's
won 206 straight games.

Would you care to make
a wager on the outcome?

Oh, I wouldn't want to
bet against a man's wife.

- Well, if you are afraid--
- Name your stakes.

One bottle of bloodwine against
one bottle of scotch whiskey.

Done.

A sale at 50 and
a purchase at 100.

Pretty big talk for a
lady who's lost 50 strips.

Are you afraid I
can't cover my bets?

Perish the thought!

I just hate to kick somebody
when they're down.

I'll buy at 100... and confront.

Well, if you're gonna kick me,
I'm gonna have to kick back.

Unbelievable.

I like my bloodwine very
young and very sweet.

- Is he a friend of yours?
- Just a fan.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to disappoint all your fans.

A full consortium?

207.

A single malt, preferably
something from the Highlands.

I will need some time.

Oh, your credit's good.

Whoo, 207 straight.

36 strips of gold press latinum.

- Did you lose a bet?
- It is of no consequence.

I'm sorry about that.

I would rather lose a bet on
you than win on someone else.

Ooh, good response.

Are you still running that
drill tomorrow afternoon?

I was planning to. Why?

Because I wanted to
re-calibrate the external sensors

before the night
watch comes on duty.

We should be done by 1600 hours.

Well, I think that'll work.

Oh, the Sutherland is going to be
here the day after tomorrow and...

You were saying?

Nothing.

I don't feel like
talking anymore.

Kira to Worf.

Worf here.

Sorry to bother you, Commander,

but I need to see you and Jadzia

in the Captain's office,
immediately.

We're on our way.

Jadzia... get up.

I'm coming!

Hey!

We don't have a lot of
time, so I'll get right to it.

For the last two months,

Starfleet has been
receiving military intelligence

from a Cardassian operative.

That operative has now
sent an emergency signal

indicating he needs
to speak to someone

in a face-to-face conversation.

In 13 hours,

he'll beam an encrypted
subspace transmission

to these coordinates
in the Badlands.

Who is the operative?

Intelligence told me
that his name is Lasaran,

But that's all they'll
say about him.

They did emphasize several times

that he is very
important to them

and that we should send
someone to the Badlands

as soon as possible.

So, with the Defiant gone,

and most of the runabouts off
on exercises with the Ninth Fleet...

We just volunteered
for a trip to the Badlands.

Afraid so.

The Shenandoah's prepped and
ready to go on Landing Pad A.

Good luck.

- No.
- No?

No, I'm not going
to spend two weeks

hiking across Vulcan's Forge
in the middle of their summer.

I thought you always
wanted to see the Forge.

See it, yes.
Honeymoon there, no.

Well, there's a mountain-climbing
expedition on Andor

that caught my attention.

Worf... My love...

Let me make this very clear.

I do not want to
spend my honeymoon

climbing, hiking, sweating,
bleeding, or suffering in any way.

- All right, what do you want?
- Room service.

- Room service?
- Room service.

I want to be pampered.

I want a staff to cater
to our every whim.

I want to be embarrassed
by the size of our room.

I want a balcony with a view
that would make you want

to break down and cry
from the sheer beauty of it all.

And I don't want to spend
one moment of our honeymoon

suffering from anything

except guilt about our
complete self-indulgence.

Risa.

Not this time.

Welcome to Casperia Prime,

the vacation capital of
the Horvarian cluster.

You have been
planning this all along.

Well, it seemed fair.
You did plan the wedding.

Very well. Room service.

- Really?
- Really.

Well, that was easy.

Did you want to fight over it?

No. It's just...

I didn't expect you to
surrender so quickly.

- Surrender?
- Bad word.

- Very bad.
- OK.

But you have to admit
you've been unusually...

accommodating lately.

What is wrong with that?

Nothing. It's just...

unusual.

Are you feeling all right?

I am a married man.

I have to make certain...
adjustments in my lifestyle.

Adjustments?

Worf, you're
practically easygoing.

What's next, a sense of humor?

I have a sense of humor.

On the Enterprise, I was
considered to be quite amusing.

Well, that must've
been one dull ship.

That is a joke!

I get it.

It is not funny, but I get it.

I don't know if I can
get used to the new you.

It's kind of eerie.

Your problem is you
cannot accept change.

- I can't accept change?
- That is correct.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I've changed bodies
six times, Worf.

Yes, but you are still
very set in your ways.

And look who's talking.

Well, I do not have to sleep on
the same side of the bed every night,

or brush my hair exactly
50 strokes every night,

or eat the same thing
for breakfast every day,

or read the last page of the
book before the beginning,

- or lift up--
- I get the point.

I don't know how you can live
with someone so monotonous.

It is not easy.

That was a joke.

This is going to be
a very, very long trip.

Come in.

You're not dressed.

- Is it time?
- 1700 on the dot.

We have the holosuite
for the next three hours,

and we're going to
need every minute of it.

Three British agents have
disappeared in West Berlin.

Now, MI-5 suspect the
Soviets were involved of course.

However, the Americans
have intercepted a, uh...

What are you doing
with a Tongo wheel?

I'm brushing up on my game.

- You play Tongo?
- Sure.

Well, I used to.

That is, I played the game
once, a long time ago,

with a Ferengi privateer
and a Romulan mercenary.

Fascinating.

Anyway, the Americans have intercepted
a series of messages from Istanbul

to a remote island
in the South Pacific

- which might indicate--
- Let's play a hand.

Miles...

- Just one hand.
- Why?

I need the practice.

I want to beat Quark.

Good luck.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

Tongo is a game of
strategy and calculated risk.

I don't even know the rules.

Well, here.

- All right, let's play.
- I'll deal.

Shenandoah log,
Stardate 51597.2.

We have arrived at the
designated coordinates

near the Badlands

and are awaiting the
transmission from Lasaran.

This is it.

A very sophisticated
encryption matrix.

Whoever he is, he's good.

Who are you?

I'm Commander Worf.
This is Commander Dax.

Starfleet Intelligence has sent us
here to receive your transmission.

A Klingon.

Why did they have
to send a Klingon?

I'm a Trill. Does that
make you feel any better?

Are you trying to be funny?

Oh, not at all.
He's the funny one.

What is it you want?

We'll get to that in a minute.

First, I have something
that you want, badly...

Information on the Founders.

I know how many of them
there are in the Alpha Quadrant,

where they are, and
what they're doing.

- We're listening.
- I'm sure you are.

Now let's talk
about what I want.

I want out, now.

You want to defect.

The Vorta advisor here
is getting suspicious...

Asking questions,

making a lot of routine
security checks in my section.

I can't stay here any longer.

Very well.

We will relay your message
to Starfleet Intelligence

and they will arrange
to bring you out.

I can't wait for them
to make arrangements.

In 15 minutes, I am leaving here
for the Dominion base on Soukara,

and I have a feeling this
is going to be the last time

that they let me
leave Cardassia Prime.

So, I need to take
advantage of this opportunity.

Soukara is inside
Dominion-controlled space.

It will not be easy to make a
rendezvous near that planet

without being detected.

Don't work your brain
too hard, Klingon.

I've taken care of everything.

Three days from now at
exactly 1730 hours local time,

I will leave the base
and walk into the jungle.

It'll be at least two days
before they know I'm missing.

All you have to do is
get me off the planet.

Now, there are transporter
scramblers protecting Soukara

so you can't beam
me aboard your ship.

You're going to have to land

and meet me at a
rendezvous point on foot.

I am sending you all the
information you'll need

to avoid the Dominion
sensors on the ground.

Follow my instructions.

Meet me at this rendezvous point

and have a ship waiting.

We've got the information.
It looks pretty thorough.

We will need time
to study these plans.

You haven't been listening
I don't have time.

Once I leave here, I
can't contact you again.

I have to know if you're
going to be there or not,

and I have to know now!

We will be there.

How far I've fallen...

Risking my life on
the word of a Klingon.

Three days. Don't be late.

All right. I'll buy at
30 with sales at 35.

Buy at 35, sell at 150 and
index the margin at 10%.

- Index the margin?
- Miles, give it up.

- This just isn't your game.
- We'll see about that.

Evade.

Do you realize

that Quark has won 207
straight games of Tongo?

So?

So, someone has to beat him.

And that someone is you?

Why not?

Well, for one thing,
you can't play Tongo.

Confront.

Damn!

Had enough?

Not by a long shot.

Miles, at this rate, it's going
to take you another 20 years

to be ready to take on Quark.

One more.

Why are you so
determined to beat him?

- It's the challenge.
- A challenge?

Isn't it enough?

I mean, why do you think
I became an engineer, eh?

The challenge.

What do you think's kept me
kayaking down the same river

week after week for
the last seven years?

The challenge.

Why would I keep playing
darts against somebody

with a genetically engineered
hand/eye coordination, huh?

- The challenge.
- Exactly.

I have to do something to
keep my mind off the fact

that Keiko's been away
for the last six months.

Hold on.

Maybe I can't beat Quark...

But you can.

You and that genetically
engineered brain of yours.

Me? I've only just learned
how to play the game.

Yeah, in about 10 seconds flat!

We can do it, Julian.

We can beat him.

"We"?

You're talking about me.

Yeah, well, you're good at
calculation, but a little weak on strategy.

- I'll be your coach.
- No, thank you.

Think of it as a challenge.

That's your obsession,
Miles, not mine.

Do it for the latinum.

Nice try.

Do it for the satisfaction
of the look on Quark's face

when he's beaten at a game
of Tongo by a lowly "hu-man."

Deal the cards.

We are approaching
the Soukara system.

Stand by to bring
us out of warp.

Now.

There is an asteroid
field directly ahead.

That's what we want.

The Dominion's sensor grid
in the system has three gaps

and they're all in
that asteroid field.

Want me to slow down?

No, unless you think you should.

Not at all. In fact,
we could go faster.

By all means.

Ooh! A man after my own heart.

Most impressive.

Nothing that any
300-year-old pilot couldn't do.

We are being scanned
from the surface.

Taking evasive maneuvers.

Did they get a fix on us?

I do not think so.

Good. We've come too
long a way just to get shot down.

If you take the helm, I'll scan
the surface for a landing site.

There's the base...

The rendezvous point...

And the Dominion
sensor perimeter.

There's a valley about 20 kilometers
north of the rendezvous point.

It's a long way to go
on foot in the jungle,

but I don't think we can risk taking
the ship any closer to their sensors.

Agreed.

We have less than two days
to reach the rendezvous point.

About 10 kilometers a day,
that shouldn't be too bad.

Do not underestimate
the task ahead.

We still have to
penetrate the sensor grid

and avoid the Dominion patrols.

I know,

find a man in the
middle of an alien jungle,

then walk him out
without getting caught.

Piece of cake.

- Ready?
- After you.

OK.

Go to 25 joules.

25 joules.

Done.

That's it. We're linked.

Here, check my work.

Dominion encryption
lockouts bypassed,

tricorder link to
their sensor grids,

life signs masked.

Nicely done.

Thank you.

Of course, our tricorders
will be useless from now on.

There you go again,

looking for the cloud
in the silver lining.

I am not complaining.

I look forward to
walking through the jungle

without a map and no
idea of what lies ahead.

Well, the funny thing
is you probably are.

This is a Ferengi-only
game, gentlemen.

You let Dax play.

She's an exception,
the only exception.

You're afraid
I'll clean you out.

I'm afraid you'll
embarrass yourself

and ruin the game
for the rest of us.

I think I can keep up.

The question is, can
you keep up with me?

Don't try and scare me with
that genetically engineered

intellect of yours, Doctor.

Tongo is more than
just number crunching.

They have yet to create the
computer that can master this game.

Then you shouldn't have
anything to worry about.

You realize we are
not playing for drinks.

This is a high stakes game.

We came to play.

Gentlemen?

All right.

The buy-in is five
strips, and you're dealing.

You better get
off to a fast start.

They won't know what hit them.

Buy at 300, sell at 350.

You're a quick study,
Doctor. I'll give you that.

You mean quick for a
"hu-man," don't you, Quark?

I would never say anything
so distasteful during a game.

No, you'd wait
until it was over.

Of course.

Evade.

Dax was a quick study too.

She told me it only took her
two weeks to win her first match.

That's practically unheard of.

Dax specializes
in the unexpected.

Still buying at
300, selling at four.

I'd like to index
the margin at 20%.

Interesting.

She certainly did the unexpected
when she married Commander Boring.

That's for sure.

When they first started
seeing each other, I thought,

"This can't last.
I give it two months."

I'll buy at 400...

And sell at five.

I had the same thought.

Although, to tell you the
truth, I only gave it a month.

Confront.

She's a real
heart-breaker, that one.

That she is.

Leverage the buy-in
and sell at 550.

You know...

You go through a lot of ups
and downs in my business.

There are days when
the profits are down,

and the customers are scarce,

and you think you'll never see
another strip of latinum again,

And then, Jadzia comes in...

And flashes that smile of hers.

Suddenly things don't
seem so bad after all.

I know exactly what you mean.

You know, sometimes
she walks past the infirmary,

and all she has to do is
wink, and somehow, that...

makes my whole day
look a little brighter.

Focus, Julian. Focus.

Shh!

I'll, uh, buy that 550, and...

Index the exchange at 10.

And now she's married.

Married.

Out of reach.

I'm converting my reserves...

And selling at 600.

You know what's really sad?

What really keeps
me awake at night?

She's out of reach
because we let her go.

Yes, I suppose so...

But some things just
weren't meant to be.

Evade.

Julian!

Are you sure you want to--

Chief! Please.
You know the rules.

No coaching during a round.

You're probably right.

But what if that's a
convenient rationalization?

What if deep down
in our heart of hearts,

we both know she's
something unique...

Something we may
never see again,

a chance at true happiness?

And we let her slip
through our fingers.

What if 50 years from
now we each look back

and say, "What a fool I was"?

Confront.

Doctor?

Hmm?

Confront.

Oh.

Sorry. Um...

Full consortium.

Total monopoly.

What?

You seem to be out of money.

Miles?

We're busted.

Thanks for the game.

Welcome back anytime.

Wait.

Quark, did you really
mean all that about Dax...

Being my one last
chance for true happiness?

Doctor, you don't expect me to
show you all my cards, do you?

You lost.

What ever happened to "we"?

We weren't mooning
over lost love

with a Ferengi holding
a total monopoly.

You mean all that about
Dax was meant to distract me?

Obviously.

I can't believe
I let him get to me.

Ah. Well... Not your fault.

Genetically engineered
or not, you're still "hu-man."

I guess.

Let's get a drink.

Ow!

Oh, let's not stand
on pride, shall we?

Trills don't like the heat and
Klingons don't like the cold.

There's no shame
in admitting it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, how are you
enjoying your honeymoon?

Are you suffering enough?

Almost.

Is there anything
I can get for you?

More pain.

Less cold.

I don't know why
that's funny, but it is.

Mating call?

500 meters.

That way.

Well, that didn't take long.

Less than 300 meters.

Another happy couple.

When I was a boy,

my father used to take my
brother and me on camping trips

in the Ural mountains.

Every night, we would listen to
the wolves howling in the distance.

Nikolai was afraid of them,

but I would lay in my tent
for hours, just listening.

I remember being seized by
the urge to just rip off my clothes

and run into the night

and live in the forest,
and become something...

wild.

He must have been
rejected. He's moving away.

She's not happy.

What? They're getting
further away, aren't they?

Yes, but it's because
something is coming.

And it is close.

Jadzia!

Lie still.

I think I can do that.

Can I have the good news first?

No vital organs were damaged.

Now the bad news?

The disruptor burst left an
anti-coagulant in your system.

So you can't stop the bleeding?

No.

Well, I must not have
taken the whole burst.

I'm not hemorrhaging
that bad yet.

Just keep me pumped full of
painkillers, and let's be on our way.

Moving could make
the bleeding worse.

Staying here isn't an option.

Someone's going to come looking
for them when they don't check in,

and I'd rather take
my chances on foot.

You ready?

- You ready?
- Ready.

Let's go.

We are still 12 kilometers
from the rendezvous point.

And only 20 hours left.

Well, I guess it's time we
stop having so much fun

and pick up the pace, huh?

Oh, more plasma.

No, thanks. I'm full.

Your blood pressure
has dropped another 20%.

Love that bedside manner.

You know, you should
have been a doctor?

Your bandage will need
to be changed soon.

Well, I think I'd like a blue
chiffon bandage this time,

maybe some rhinestones.

Something with a little pizazz.

This is no joking matter.

You are seriously injured,

and we have a great
deal of terrain to cover.

Just trying to lighten the mood.

This is neither the
time nor the place.

What happened to that new Worf?

You know, the one
with the sense of humor?

That was a mistake.

Oh, what is that
supposed to mean?

It means if I had not
been joking with you,

I would not have allowed
the Jem'Hadar to get so close.

So this is all my fault.

No.

It is mine.

I was trying to be
something I am not.

By letting down my
guard, by ignoring my duty,

I allowed my wife to be injured,

and I put the entire
mission in jeopardy.

It will not happen again.

That's not what happened.

Without our tricorders,
there's no way--

I do not wish to debate this.

We have a long way
to go and very little time.

Fine. Let's go.

Ready?

Yeah.

Hypo.

There. Good as new.

I have to change your dressing.

That's four bandages
in two hours.

That's got to be
some kind of record.

Oh, sorry.
I forgot the new rules.

Nothing funny.

Got to be serious.

Life and death.

We've got a job to do.

Jadzia, I know you are tired,

but we have to cover three
kilometers before nightfall.

Can you do it?

As long as you got
those painkillers,

I'll follow you through
the gates of hell, sir.

Hmm...

Oh, that was almost a smile.

When this mission is over,
I will smile all you want.

Oh, you promise?

I promise.

Then let's finish this
mission and get out of here.

Whoa.

That's all right, I can stand.

Just help me get my balance.

Help me balance.

Or maybe not.

Let me guess.

Things aren't looking up.

There's been another
drop in your blood pressure.

And your neural E.D.L.
readings are erratic.

So what's your
prescription, doc?

Surgery... at a Starbase.

Could I get a second opinion?

Worf, you have to
go on without me...

And I know that.

I understand.

My duty requires that
I complete the mission

regardless of my
personal feelings.

Absolutely.

You're a Starfleet officer.

So am I, and I understand.

The information Lasaran has

could be potentially
invaluable to the war effort.

You don't have to explain to me.

I'm hurt. You're not.

And there's a job to be done.

I will be back tomorrow night.

Don't worry.
I'm not going anywhere.

I can have you in the stasis
chamber on the runabout in 45 hours.

No problem.

I will leave the med kit.

Scan yourself with the
tricorder every half hour.

The plasma
hypospray will be set--

I took basic first aid.

I know what I have to do.

Worf.

It's been a great
two months, hasn't it?

Yes.

Jadzia, I just want
to tell you how--

Just kiss me and go.

What's the word?

She is still in surgery,

but Dr. Bashir is hopeful
she will make a full recovery.

Lasaran's dead.

Starfleet intelligence
intercepted a transmission

saying that he'd been killed trying
to re-enter the base at Soukara.

Could you have
made the rendezvous?

Yes.

But yet you turned
back to save Jadzia.

Yes.

Were you aware that the
information that man had

could have saved
millions of lives?

Yes.

So what happened?

You may not understand.

Try me, sir.

You were at my wedding.

You heard the story of
the first two Klingon hearts

and how nothing could
stand against them

and how they even destroyed
the gods that had created them.

I have heard that
story since I was a boy,

but I never understood it...

I mean really understood it...

Until I was standing in the jungle
with my heart pounding in my chest,

and I found that even I could
not stand against my own heart.

I had to go back.

And it did not matter
what Starfleet thought,

or what the consequences were.

She was my wife and
I could not leave her.

As your captain, it is
my duty to inform you

that you made the wrong choice.

I don't think Starfleet will
file any formal charges.

Even a secret court-martial
would run the risk

of revealing too much about
their intelligence operations.

But this will go into
your service record.

And to be completely honest,

you probably won't be offered a
command on your own after this.

I understand.

I've also issued new orders.

You and Jadzia are not
to be assigned to a mission

on your own ever again.

And one last thing.

As a man who had a wife...

If Jennifer had been
lying in that clearing...

I wouldn't have left her either.

Hey.

I know you.

We have met.

Ah, you're joking again.

That's a good sign.

Did you make the rendezvous?

No.

I could not leave you there.

Not for Lasaran,

not for the mission,
not for anything else.

Lasaran?

Dead.

Are you in trouble?

I have been in trouble before.

I'm sorry.

I should have kept going.

You have nothing
to be sorry about.

I know how much your
career means to you.

You come first.

Before career,

before duty, before anything.

I do not regret what I did,

and I would do it again.

I don't know what to say.

You could say,

"Thank you for saving my life."

Thank you for saving my life.

And you could say, "I would
do the same for you, Worf."

Well... I'd have
to think about that.

My career is very
important to me, you know.

And you could say, "I love you."

I love you.

And I love you.