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Oh. A little lower.

Lower.

Lower.

How's that?

Well, I hope
this taught you a lesson.

What's that?

Never play spring ball
against a changeling.

Well, just for that, next time,

I'm not going to let
you win a single game.

Well, then you'd better
work on your backhand.

Mm-mm.

Right now, all I want to do
is just sleep for two or three--

oh, oh, oh...

days.

Go right ahead.

I should be back by
the time you wake up.

Back? From where?

I received a coded message
from Gul Russol this morning.

Gul Russol.

I thought he was executed when
Cardassia joined the Dominion.

So did I, but apparently
we were wrong.

The message says he
wants to meet with me.

- Why?
- I don't know,

but he's my most reliable
Cardassian informant.

You mean he was.

What if Russol is dead
and this is just a trap?

I've thought about that,
but I have to be sure.

I owe him that much.

Want me to come with you?

Russol insists I come alone.

Don't worry, Nerys.

I'll be careful.

Worried? Ha.

This just gives me more
time to work on my backhand.

Chief!

How much longer is the
Promenade going to be closed?

My bar is empty.
My waiters are bored.

And I'm losing money.

Leave me alone, Quark,

or I'll feed you to one of
those plasma conductors.

Are you threatening me?

We're working as fast as we can.

As spokesman for the
Promenade Merchants' Association,

I'm going to file an official
protest with Captain Sisko.

Put it in writing, Quark.

I'll go find a padd.

So, how much longer, Chief?

Well, we should be through
here by the end of the day, sir.

Oh, I'm not talking
about the Promenade.

I'm talking about the Defiant.

When is the gravity
net going to be repaired?

The last time I stepped onto
the Bridge, I felt ten kilos heavier.

I'm afraid it's going
to take some time.

- How much time?
- About three weeks.

We have to replace
the graviton stabilizer.

You have three days.

I'm going to take the
Defiant back out on patrol,

and I don't want my
crew getting queasy

because the gravity
keeps fluctuating.

But, sir, the Sector
Quartermaster said,

it would take three weeks
to get us a new stabilizer.

Well, that is your
problem, Chief.

Now, I'm leaving for
Bajor for a conference,

and I want that stabilizer
replaced by the time I get back.

- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir.

I don't mean to sound negative,

but I don't see how you're
going to get the Defiant

- ready in three days.
- Neither do I.

This Quartermaster you've been
dealing with, what's his name?

Uh, Chief... Chief...
Chief Willoughby.

- I mean his first name.
- I don't know.

- Is he married?
- Married?

What does that have to do with
getting us a graviton stabilizer?

Everything.

This Chief Willoughby must get
hundreds of supply requisitions every day.

He can't possibly fill them all.

So he puts everyone
on a waiting list.

I know how he feels.

I do the same thing.

Well, the secret is getting him
to put you at the top of that list,

and the best way to do that is
to form a relationship with him.

Get to know the
name of his wife, his children.

Find out what he likes to eat.

I don't have time to form a
relationship with Willoughby.

I do.

I can get you that
stabilizer, Chief.

- In three days?
- Leave everything to me.

All right. But don't do
anything I wouldn't do.

Chief, I can't operate under
those kinds of restrictions.

At least promise me you won't do
anything to get us court-martialed.

I'll try.

Nog!

Just kidding, Chief.

Russol?

Russol?

I'm afraid he couldn't be here.

Weyoun.

Founder.

It is an honor to stand in
your presence once again.

Where's Gul Russol?

I'm afraid the Cardassian
Central Command

had him put to death
almost a year ago.

I regret having to deceive you,

but it was the only way I
could think of to get you here.

Well, I'm here.
What do you want?

To serve you.

I no longer consider myself
a member of the Dominion.

You're defecting?

Do with me as you wish.

I place my fate
entirely in your hands.

You don't believe me, do you?

I believe Gul Russol is dead.

You say you're defecting
from the Dominion? Why?

Founder, please...

I've told you before,
I'm not a Founder.

As you wish.

Odo...

I'll tell you everything
you want to know,

but first, we really should
get aboard your runabout.

The Jem'Hadar are
already hunting for me,

and if I'm found--

You still haven't
answered my question.

Why did you decide to defect?

I realized my place is with you.

You can do better than that.

Then let's just say,

I left Cardassia because
my life was in danger.

- From whom?
- Everyone.

Aren't you being
a little paranoid?

Of course, I'm paranoid,
everyone's trying to kill me.

Why?

Because this war
with the Federation

was supposed to have
been won months ago.

Well, things don't always
turn out as planned.

Quite true... and
when things go wrong,

someone has to take the blame

and this time, it's me.

Now... we really
should be going.

Think about it, Odo.

The information I possess

could help the
Federation win this war.

And you're willing to
share that information?

All you have to do is ask.

We've heard rumors that
the Dominion has established

a new ketracel-white storage
facility somewhere in sector 507.

The facility's located
in the Pelosa system.

I can provide you with
the exact coordinates.

Odo to the Rio Grande,
two to beam up.

Sit here, where I can
keep an eye on you.

If it makes you feel better...

but you should know I
would never harm a god.

I'm not a god.
I'm a security officer.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're just another prisoner.

You have no idea how much
it hurts me to hear you say that.

I spoke to Edgar.

Edgar who?

Your new best friend,
Chief Edgar Willoughby.

He wanted me to thank you for that
bottle of Gamzian wine you sent him.

I didn't send him any wine.

I took the liberty of
sending it for you.

By the way, his
wife's name is Cynthia.

They have a daughter,
Melissa, age eight,

and a son, Edgar Jr., age five.

Did you get the stabilizer?

- Not quite.
- What do you mean, "not quite"?

Unfortunately, he's
out of stabilizers

and won't be getting a new
shipment for another week.

Oh, well, that's it, I'm doomed.

Not necessarily.

Eddie told me the USS
Sentinel has an extra stabilizer.

What makes you think
they're going to give it to us?

I didn't say they were
going to give it to us...

but they might be
willing to trade for it.

Trade? For what?

Depends on what they
need and what we have.

Well, I suppose it
doesn't hurt to try.

But remember, be discreet.

Rule of Acquisition 168,

"Whisper your way to success."

Words to live by.

Chief, one more thing.

I need your authorization code.

- What for?
- The shipping orders.

Bring them to me
and I'll authorize them.

I just thought it
would save time.

When did you say the
Captain was going to be back?

Stop looking so worried, Chief.

I've got it all under control.

I sure hope so.

I wish you'd stop doing that.

- Doing what?
- Staring at me.

Was I? I didn't mean to.

You've been doing it
for the last ten hours.

I'm sorry.

It's just such an honor to
be sitting here with a G--

Security officer.

- We're being hailed.
- Don't respond.

It's a Cardassian transmission.

Scramble the com frequencies
so they can't lock onto us.

I'm trying.

Founder... it's an honor
to speak with you again.

You look surprised
to see me, Odo.

I'm well aware the
Vorta are all clones,

but I'm not sure the universe
is ready for two Weyouns.

I couldn't agree more.

So, which of you is the Weyoun

I've had the misfortune of dealing
with over the past few years?

Actually, neither of us.

That was Weyoun 5.

Our illustrious predecessor
was killed a month ago.

And I had the honor
of replacing him.

What a sad day that
was for the Dominion.

Weyoun 5 was a great man,
a true patriot.

His death in a transporter...

accident was most unfortunate.

And still under investigation.

A very thorough investigation that
has found no evidence of foul play.

Interesting.

So, if you're Weyoun
6, you must be 7.

Clones, keeping track
of them is a full-time job.

And why were you
activated if he's still alive?

Normally, I wouldn't have been, but
when a clone is found to be defective...

- I'm not defective.
- Of course you are.

What other explanation
is there for your behavior?

Leaving your post,
defecting to the enemy.

Are you calling Odo your enemy?

Absolutely not.

I was referring to the
Federation, as you're well aware.

Enough bickering.

Order him to
trigger his implant.

I was getting to that.

What implant?

Like all Vorta,

I have a termination
implant in my brain stem.

Prove your loyalty to
the Founders. Activate it.

The only Founder I'm loyal to
is Odo, and he wants me alive.

I told you it was a waste of
time trying to reason with him.

You're a dead man whether
you activate the implant or not.

That ship will never make
it back to Deep Space 9.

Founder, there's really no need

for you to be involved
in this petty dispute.

If you'll just hold your position
until one of our ships can reach you.

I have no intention of
releasing my prisoner to you.

If you don't, I can't be
responsible for the consequences.

That's an empty threat.

He wouldn't dare harm a Founder.

Maybe he won't, but I will.

Think it over, shape-shifter.

One of our attack
ships is on the way.

Forgive me, Odo.

I should have told you
the truth about myself.

Well, it's not
too late to start.

Why did you defect?

It's quite simple really.

From the moment I was activated,

I felt this war was wrong.

Please don't misunderstand me.

I still worship the Founders,

but I believe their obsession

with conquering the Alpha
Quadrant is misguided.

It's time they learned to
live in peace with the solids.

I know it's not my place
to question the Founders.

Maybe Weyoun 7 is right.

I am defective.

On the contrary.

What you're saying,
about the war,

about the Founders...

makes perfect sense.

I want to thank you, Odo

for the way you stood
up for me, protected me.

Well, don't let it
go to your head.

I'd do the same
for any prisoner.

Of course, you would.

You're a god.

To think a Weyoun could
be capable of such treachery.

I knew there was something wrong
with him from the moment we met.

He lacked your
appetite for cruelty.

He's a disgrace
to me and all Vorta.

Though...

I suppose he can't be held
completely responsible for his behavior.

The Vorta cloning process
is a very delicate one.

Every once in a while, a
clone is found to be defective.

It's never happened
to a Weyoun before but,

it does happen.

And speaking of treachery...

there is still the little matter
of the death of Weyoun 5.

You really believe I had
something to do with that?

You were supposed to be on
that transporter pad with him.

I was called away, urgent
meeting with Central Command.

How convenient.

- I always was lucky.
- Hmm.

Are you sure I can't interest
you in a glass of kanar?

I'm afraid our problems won't
be washed away quite that easily.

I don't know what you're
so concerned about.

Odo couldn't possibly hope to
outrun a Jem'Hadar attack ship.

But what if he refuses
to hand over his prisoner?

Then he'll die.

He will not.

We can't kill a Founder.
I forbid it.

Unless we stop them,

Odo is going to take your
predecessor back to the Federation

where he will undoubtedly
reveal all he knows,

all you know, about
our strategic operations.

You know what that
means, don't you?

It means we could lose the war.

That's right.

And I will not allow
that to happen.

Cardassia has risked too
much, suffered too much.

I will not stand by
and let all of our plans,

all of our dreams for
the future end in defeat

just to spare the life
of one shape-shifter.

I don't believe the Jem'Hadar
are going to fire on Odo,

even if they're ordered to.

They don't need to
know he's on board.

You simply order them
to destroy the runabout.

I suppose it could work.

But if the Founders
ever found out

that we were responsible
for Odo's death...

Who's going to tell them?

Odo doesn't even
consider himself a Founder.

Then we agree.

The runabout must be destroyed.

Excellent.

Now, I really think you
should try a little kanar.

Morning, Lieutenant.

I'd make myself
scarce if I were you.

- Why?
- Chief.

In here now.

Tried to warn you.

Do you mind explaining this?

- Where's the Captain's desk?
- Oh, you don't know?

This is your
authorization code, isn't it?

Nog.

What about him?

He must have traded the Captain's
desk for the graviton stabilizer.

Excuse me?

Don't worry, Colonel.
I will get the desk back.

Oh, you're damn right, you will.

The Captain is returning
from Bajor in two days,

and when he does,

I want his desk
sitting right here,

where it belongs.

Don't worry, Chief. I didn't
give away the Captain's desk.

I just loaned it to someone.

- Who?
- Al Lorenzo.

Who's Al Lorenzo?

The Chief of Operations
on Decos Prime.

What does he want
with the Captain's desk?

He wants to take
a picture of it.

Why?

He likes to collect
holophotos of himself

sitting behind the desks of
famous Starfleet Captains.

Usually, he just
sneaks into their offices,

but with the war on, it's
been hard for him to get away.

Well, that makes sense.

He's got quite a collection.

Captain DeSoto's desk,
Captain Picard's--

Okay, fine.

So... once he has his picture,

he's going to send us
the graviton stabilizer.

No. He's giving us an
induction modulator.

But we don't need an
induction modulator.

But the USS Musashi does.

Ah...

so the Musashi's going
to send us the stabilizer.

No. They're giving
us a phaser emitter.

But we don't need
a phaser emitter.

I know, but the
USS Sentinel does,

and they have
the extra stabilizer.

And they're willing to give
it up for a phaser emitter?

- That's the rumor.
- Rumor?

You've made all these
deals based on a rumor?

From a very reliable source.

Well, what if it turns
out not to be true?

You have to have faith, Chief.

- In a rumor?
- No.

In the Great Material Continuum.

Who are they?

It's not a "they."

It's the force that binds
the universe together.

I must have missed that
class in engineering school.

On Ferenginar, we
learn about the Continuum

while we still have
our first set of ears.

This is no time for
Ferengi fairy tales.

The Continuum is real.

You see,

there are millions upon
millions of worlds in the universe,

each one filled with
too much of one thing

and not enough of another.

And the Great Continuum
flows through them all

like a mighty river,

from have to want
and back again.

And, if we navigate
the Continuum

with skill and grace,

our ship will be filled with
everything our hearts desire.

Well, right now, I'd
settle for a stabilizer

and the Captain's desk.

The river will provide.

If it doesn't sink us first.

Odo?

Oh.

What's wrong?

I think I was... dreaming.

Sounded more like a nightmare.

I was on Earth...

Starfleet Headquarters.

I was supposed to
report for my debriefing,

but I couldn't find
the right office.

Then I started
calling your name,

but you didn't answer.

And then suddenly...

I was being chased
by some Jem'Hadar...

or were they Klingons?

Silly, isn't it?

Not at all.

It isn't easy to turn your
back on your own people.

Believe me, I know.

Odo, do you think
Starfleet would allow you

to conduct my debriefing?

Possibly.

It would make it much easier.

What is it?

Trouble.

I can't believe
they're firing on us.

Trust me, they are.

But the Jem'Hadar would never
obey an order to harm a Founder.

Maybe they finally got it through
their head that I'm not a Founder.

Or they don't know
who they're firing at.

We've got to let them
know you're on board.

They're jamming
all the frequencies.

I can't get through.

They've been ordered
not to communicate with us.

Damar said he was determined
not to let us get back to the station.

See if you can get above them.

- Why?
- I'll explain later. Just do it.

What now?

Lock phasers on their
dorsal field junction.

Their shields are weakest there.

Well, congratulations.

You've just saved our lives.

And murdered loyal
servants of the Dominion.

May the Founders forgive me.

Has it ever occurred to you

that the reason you believe
the Founders are gods

is because that's what
they want you to believe?

That they built it into
your genetic code?

Of course they did.
That's what gods do.

After all, why be a god if
there's no one to worship you.

Rom, where's Nog?

I don't know, Chief.

Nog left the station a couple
of hours ago in a runabout.

Who gave him permission
to use a runabout?

You did.

Oh! I never should have given
him my authorization code.

Did he say when he'd be back?

Not to me.

How could he do this to me?

How could he leave me adrift
mid-river without a paddle?

What river would that be?

You know, the Great
Material Continuum.

Oh, that river.
It can be very treacherous.

Tell me about it.

I suppose the good
news is, with Nog gone,

nothing else can go missing.

Where are my cases of bloodwine?

I do not know, General,

but I promise
you I will find out.

I don't understand it.

How could a runabout
destroy a Jem'Hadar fighter?

Isn't it obvious?

My predecessor must have helped
Odo get past the ship's defenses.

- Then how do we stop them?
- How else? Send more ships.

Send a whole battalion if
necessary from our base at Olmerak.

Consider it done.

Remember to tell
them to fire on sight.

Fire at whom?

Founder, how may I serve you?

By answering my question.

We spotted a Federation runabout

spying on our base
in the Olmerak system.

Surely one ship shouldn't
be much of a threat.

We'll have it destroyed
within the hour.

Are you feeling all right?

Why do you ask?

Your face.

I'm fine.

But from now on, I want the
temperature in these rooms

lowered by 15 degrees.

I do not share the
Cardassians' love of heat.

Nor do I. Lower the temperature.

As you wish.

Is there anything
else I can do for you?

Have you located Weyoun 6?

It's only a matter of time.

So you keep saying.

I assure you, Founder,
he will be dealt with.

Did you notice her face?

How parched it looked?

You heard her.
These rooms are too hot.

I wonder.

I'm telling you she's not well.

She's not the Founder you
should be worried about.

Contact Olmerak and order those
ships to intercept the runabout.

Mmm... mmm-mmm.

That was filling.

I would hope so.

You've sampled the
replicator's entire menu.

I enjoyed the
different... textures.

You mean tastes, don't you?

Not at all. The Vorta's
sense of taste is quite limited.

About the only
foods we really enjoy

are kava nuts and rippleberries.

Ah.

I take it this is also the result
of your genetic programming?

It's the Founder's way of making
sure we remember our past.

You must know the story of how
the Founders created the Vorta?

No.

But I have the feeling you're
going to tell me all about it.

The Vorta used to be quite
different from what we are today.

We were forest dwellers,
small, timid, ape-like creatures,

living in hollowed-out trees.

Eating nuts and berries.

And living in fear of
the many predators

that would hunt us for food.

One day, a wounded changeling
came stumbling through the forest,

fleeing from a
mob of angry solids.

Why were they chasing him?

What does it matter?

Solids have always feared
and mistrusted shape-shifters.

You know that.

Well, a family of Vorta hid the
changeling from his pursuers,

and in exchange
for saving his life,

the changeling promised
the Vorta that one day

we would be transformed
into powerful beings,

that we would become an
important part of a great new empire

that would stretch
across the galaxy.

And the changeling
kept his word?

That's right. Imagine, Odo,

my people were once
little more than apes,

and look at us now.

Look at what you've done for us.

If the story were true,
it would at least prove

that my people are capable
of generosity and kindness.

You care about your people
very much, don't you, Odo,

in spite of all that's
happened between you?

Maybe I do,

but that doesn't change the fact

that they're responsible for
a war that's killed millions.

Odo, there's something
you need to know.

A sickness has spread
throughout the Great Link.

The Founders...

are dying.

I was summoned to a meeting
by the female changeling.

She wanted to discuss
troop deployments with me,

and suddenly, her
hands began to...

shrivel.

It lasted only a second or two,

but over the last few weeks
it's happened a number of times.

It's like she's... withering.

And you're sure the other
changelings are also infected?

She said the entire Link is
suffering from the disease.

Everyone but me.

If they're unable to find a cure,
you'll be the last of your kind.

Why didn't you
tell me this earlier?

Because I knew how
much it would hurt you.

I'm sorry to bring
you such sad news,

but at least
you're not infected.

The Dominion will survive.

Meaning what?

Think about it, Odo.

You have an opportunity

to rectify the mistakes
your people have made.

To build a new Dominion

based on cooperation,
not conquest,

on peace, not war,

a new order under
your leadership.

And what's your role going
to be in this "new order"?

Whatever you want it to be.

I wish only to serve you.

All right.

Then you can start by
telling me how one runabout

is going to survive an assault
by four Jem'Hadar ships.

I'm sure you'll
think of something.

There's a Kuiper
belt not far from here.

We might be able to hide
among the comet fragments.

But we don't have much time.

They're closing fast.

These comet fragments are
nothing but huge chunks of ice.

The Jem'Hadar will
have no trouble finding us.

Not if we become the ice.

Well, with the power off

and the runabout in
thermal contact with the ice,

we won't generate enough
of an energy signature

for their sensors to read.

"We become the ice."

Only a god could
think of such a thing.

Well, let's just hope the
Jem'Hadar give up their search

before we freeze to death.

My faith will keep me warm.

Hmm. Perhaps,
but in an hour,

you may want to trade in
that faith for a thermal blanket.

What do you think?

It's white.

I know it's white.

I'm going to paint it.

It's the wrong shape.

It's the wrong height,
the wrong width.

Other than that, it's perfect.

The Captain'll never suspect
you switched desks on him.

Julian, I need help,
not sarcasm.

I'm afraid Nog's the only
one who can help you now.

If he gets back to the station
before the Captain does.

Maybe he's not coming back.

Maybe he's decided
to make a run for it.

That isn't the Captain's desk.

He's going to paint it.

Get it out of here!

Can I help you, General?

No... but he can!

Bloodwine?

Sixteen cases...
sent to me by my wife.

Now, where are they?

Well, how... how should I know?

You authorized their removal.

That is your authorization
code, is it not?

Nog.

Chief...

I want that bloodwine
back here by tomorrow.

Understood?

Odo...

when you said you were
cutting power to all systems,

did that include life-support?

I'm afraid so.

Oh. That explains it.

Explains what?

Why I'm having
trouble breathing.

We should have enough
oxygen left for another three hours.

Of course, by then, we will
have probably frozen to death.

But you can't die.

You have to survive
to rebuild the Dominion.

They found us.

What do we do now?

We can't stay here.

You're not going to try to
outrun those ships, are you?

What choice do we have?

We're on fire.

There's an
extinguisher behind you.

What are you waiting for?

I live only to serve you.

What are you doing? Why have
you activated the com system?

All right. Call off those ships.

Why should I?

Because you don't
need them anymore.

I'm glad to see you've
come to your senses.

What have you done?

I've saved your life, and
the Dominion's as well.

He's activated his
termination implant

and proven himself to
be a worthy Vorta at last.

I obey the Founders
in all things.

Now call off those ships!

We don't know what he told Odo.

He may have revealed
important tactical...

It's a risk we'll
just have to take.

I've ordered the Jem'Hadar
to break off the attack.

I see your runabout has
suffered some battle damage.

Will you require any
further assistance?

I think you've done enough!

I sincerely regret any...

inconvenience we may
have caused you, Odo.

Please have a safe and pleasant
journey back to Deep Space 9.

They say voluntary
termination is quick and painless.

I'm afraid it's not true.

I'll get you a pain suppresser.

That won't be necessary,

but there is one thing
you can do for me.

What's that?

Give me your blessing.

I... I can't.

Please, Odo.

Tell me I haven't failed,
that I've served you well.

You have, and for that
you have my gratitude...

and... my blessing.

Miles, the Captain's back.

I know. He sent for me.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Ah, Chief.

Captain, your desk...

Yes, it looks nice, doesn't it?

I came in this morning and
found Ensign Nog polishing it.

It was looking a little dull.

Well, here is the maintenance
request from the Gettysburg.

It should be docking
here later today.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Oh, about the stabilizer...

- Captain, I-I can explain.
- Don't bother.

Ensign Nog tells me you were
able to get a hold of one this morning.

I was?

I mean, I was.

How long before you
can have it on line?

Um... eight hours.

I plan to take the Defiant
out on patrol in two.

Two it is, sir.

I don't know how
you did it, Nog.

I never lost faith in the
Great Material Continuum.

Ah, like you say,
the River will provide.

Chief!

The waters just
got choppy again.

I want you to have this.

Consider it an apology.

Well... you found the bloodwine?

Not exactly.

Ensign Nog
returned from his trip

with 16 cases of
2309, a very good year.

An even better vintage
than the one my wife sent me.

Well, I'm, uh... I'm
glad you approve.

And remember,

any time you're shopping
for wines or spirits,

my Cousin Gant
is the man to see.

We will keep that in mind.

Your Cousin Gant?

Just another sailor
on the Great River.

- Ah...
- By the way,

Gant mentioned he's got
ten cases of Saurian brandy.

It's the Captain's
favorite, you know.

Level 5.

What does he want for them?

I don't think I'll ever forget the
look on his face when he died.

He seemed so...

content.

The last thing he saw was
one of his gods smiling at him.

If you ask me, he
was a lucky man.

Nerys, please.

No, listen to me.

I know to Starfleet

the Prophets are nothing
more than wormhole aliens,

but to me, they're gods.

I can't prove it.

Then, again, I don't have to,

because my faith
in them is enough,

just as Weyoun's faith in you...

was enough for him.

Well, now it appears
that the Vorta

may have to learn to get
along without their gods.

I'm sorry.

You're worried
about your people.

The changelings are dying,

and I can't help them.

They're the enemy.

A very dangerous enemy.

Now more than ever,

because they're
all so desperate.

This isn't easy for you,

but you have to remember
they started this war.

You didn't.

That's true...

but I know now

whichever side wins,

one thing is certain...

I'm going to lose.