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♪ She likes the free, fresh ♪

♪ Wind in her hair ♪

♪ Life without care ♪

♪ She's broke, but it's oke ♪

♪ Hates California ♪

♪ It's cold and it's damp ♪

♪ That's why the lady ♪

♪ That's why
the lady ♪

♪ That's why the lady ♪

♪ Is a scamp ♪

Ha...

So, what do you think?

Not bad.

But the lady is a "tramp,"
not a scamp.

Tramp, right.

So, do I get the... "gig"?

Sorry, pally.

But Dr. Bashir said you're
looking for an opening act

and I love to sing.

I can tell, but two singers
on the same bill --

that's a one-way ticket
to Deadsville.

I need someone to warm
up the audience for me.

You know, a comic.

A comic?

A comedian. Someone
who can make people laugh.

I can do that --
my brother tells me

people are always
laughing at me.

Well, that may be true, but this
is a holosuite program, capisce?

So?

So, you're not a hologram.

Life can be so unfair.

Vic, you got a minute?

Forget it. He's not hiring.

What's wrong with him?

Show biz.
It can break your heart.

So, what can I do
for you, pally?

Uh, did you get a chance to make
those audio recordings for me?

All your favorite hits.

That's great.

- Thanks, Vic.
- My pleasure.

These songs are 400 years old.

You sure the troops on the
front lines want to hear them?

Well, the songs may be old

but when you sing them,
they sound brand new.

Hey, when you put it that way,

I wish I was going on
the supply run with you.

I could make some
personal appearances.

Sing a few songs,
tell a few jokes.

You know, put on
a regular USO show.

I'm afraid there are no
holosuites where we're going.

Rom's right.

Life can be unfair.

You know, pally

sometimes being a hologram

can be a real pain
in the asometric photons.

I'll see you when I get back.

Well, you know where to find me.

I thought I might find you here.

The new security protocols
you requested.

I think that's what I'm going

to remember most
about this war --

looking through
casualty reports.

Sometimes it feels like
that's all I do...

stare at the names of the dead.

When the war started,
I read every name.

I felt it was the least I could
do to honor their sacrifices.

But now...

the names have begun
to blur together.

Well, that's understandable.

Maybe.

Ops to Captain Sisko.

Go ahead.

The Defiant is ready
for departure.

On my way.

Why me?

Why did he have to send me?

I'm like a son to him.

Quark, you're mumbling again.

I'm sorry. It's...

it's just not fair.

I have responsibilities
of my own,

customers who depend on me.

But the Grand Nagus picked you

for this assignment.

Some assignment...

a fact-finding mission
to the front lines.

Zek's already inundated with
Starfleet Intelligence reports.

What could I tell him
that he doesn't know?

Maybe he wants to hear things

from a Ferengi perspective.

Then let him ask Nog.

The Nagus trusts you.

What are you trying to do?

Cheer me up?

It's my job.

Remember the 34th Rule
of Acquisition.

"War is good for business."

Only from a distance.

The closer you are
to the front lines,

the less profitable it gets.

What is that?

Stay here.

Wait! Don't leave!

This is no time to be
wandering the corridors.

I thought the Chin'toka System
was in Federation hands.

It is, but the Dominion is determined
to take back their territory.

The whole system's
a battleground.

Thank you.

I should probably
write this down.

Mr. O'Brien, keep an eye out
for more Jem'Hadar ships.

Aye, sir.

What are you doing here, Uncle?

I'm... visiting.

I'm working.

Quark, is there something
we can do for you?

Not really.

I just came by to say
hello to my nephew.

All right. You've
just said hello.

Anybody here who would
like to join me

in the mess hall
for a raktajino?

Quark.

I'm just leaving.

Sir, I assure you that
won't happen again.

Nog, your uncle's just
a little nervous.

He's not used to being
in a combat situation.

That's no excuse.

Captain, the supplies
are ready for transport.

AR-558 has
acknowledged your message.

They are expecting you.

Away team, you're with me.

Mr. Worf, she's
all yours.

Aye, sir.

Not much to look at, is it?

Those are Federation phasers.

Hold your fire!

I'm Captain Benjamin Sisko
of the USS Defiant.

You heard him!
Cease fire, damn it!

We're coming out!

Who told you to open fire?

I saw movement.
I thought it was the Jem'Hadar.

They look like Jem'Hadar to you?

I gave the word
to hold your fire;

that Starfleet Officers
were beaming down with supplies.

Well, nobody told me.

Sorry, Captain --

a little breakdown
in communications.

No harm was done.

Where's Captain Loomis?

He was killed ten days ago.

So was Commander Parker.

Who's in command?

I am. Lieutenant Nadia Larkin.

Ben Sisko.

Where do you want your supplies?

Vargas can show you.

Supplies... that's great.

Don't they know we need
to get off this rock?

- Take it easy, Vargas.
- Take it easy?

I would love to take it easy.

Get me out of this vole hole

and I promise you for
the rest of my life

all I'll do is
just take it easy.

According to
Starfleet regulations,

we're supposed to be rotated
off the front lines after 90 days.

90 days.

We've been stuck on this
rock for five months, Captain.

Take it easy.

Welcome to paradise, Captain.

There it is -- the only reason

anyone gives a damn
about this place.

It's the largest Dominion
communications array

in the sector.

If we can figure
out how it works

we should be able to tap
into their entire com system.

One thing's for sure -- they're
determined to get it back.

We can't let that happen.

I know our orders, Captain,

but maybe Starfleet Command
isn't aware of our situation.

We've been holding this place
for five months --

that's five months
of fighting off

repeated Jem'Hadar
attempts to get it back.

When we landed here,
there were 150 of us.

We're down to 43.

I appreciate what
you've gone through

and I will make sure that
Starfleet understands your situation,

but from what I hear,

our forces are spread
pretty thin in this system.

Chances are,
you're going to be stuck here

for a while longer.

Lucky us.

Can someone hand me
a duonetic coupler?

Thanks.

Your frequency discriminator
seems to be drifting.

You might want to reset it.

You an engineer?

No... but Tobin,
one of my previous hosts, was.

Close enough.

Pick up a microdyne coupler

and start recalibrating
that transtator.

Nog, shouldn't you be

helping Dr. Bashir
unload the supplies?

We're pretty much finished.

Good.

The sooner we get
out of here, the better.

That soldier over there,
you see his necklace?

Those are ketracel-white tubes.

So?

You know how he got them?

Mail order?

He took them off the bodies
of dead Jem'Hadar --

Jem'Hadar that he killed.

It's his way of keeping score.

And you find that impressive?

Isn't it?

I don't think so.

Take a look around you, Nog.

This isn't
the Starfleet you know.

Sure it is.

It's just that these people
have been through a lot.

They've been holed up here
a long time...

seen two-thirds
of their unit killed,

but they haven't surrendered...

and do you know why?

Because they're heroes.

Maybe, but I still don't want
you anywhere near them.

Let me tell you something
about hu-mans, Nephew.

They're a wonderful,
friendly people

as long
as their bellies are full

and their holosuites
are working...

but take away
their creature comforts,

deprive them of food,

sleep, sonic showers...

put their lives in jeopardy
over an extended period of time

and those same, friendly,
intelligent, wonderful people

will become as nasty
and as violent

as the most
bloodthirsty Klingon.

You don't believe me?

Look at those faces.

Look in their eyes.

You know I'm right, don't you?

Well...

aren't you going
to say something?

I feel sorry for the Jem'Hadar.

This is 20cc's
of numinol tetraminothen.

That'll take care of the fever
and the chest congestion.

This... will get rid of the
dermal irritation on your back.

Better?

Oh... are you kidding?

I haven't felt this good since
the day I landed on this rock.

Good. Now, I'd like
to take a look at this arm.

What the hell are you doing?

You keep your hands
off this bandage.

I need to treat your wound.

Nobody touches this bandage.

Is that understood?

Why is that?

I asked you if you understood.

Yes.

McGreevey put
this bandage on me.

He ripped up his own uniform
to make it.

He sounds like a good friend.

He was a jerk.

I couldn't stand the guy.

He wouldn't shut up.

Yap, yap, yap.

He thought he was the world's
greatest authority on everything.

I know... he's dead,

and I should have more respect,

but God, I hated him.

One minute, he's tying
this bandage around my arm

talking his head off,

and the next minute,
he's lying flat on his back

with a hole in his chest...

And I
just sat there and I looked at him.

It was so great.

He was so quiet!

One time in his life,
he's quiet!

I still need
to treat your wound.

I think you've set
up a solid defense perimeter,

but you need to
tighten this flank.

Captain, can I have a minute?

These people's physical
and mental health

is precarious at best.

They need more than a few food
replicators and medical supplies.

They need to be
shipped out of here.

I understand that,

but right now there's
nothing I can do about that.

Damn it!

I saw it happen.

He was walking along...

You must have swept the
compound for antipersonnel mines.

A hundred times.

It doesn't help,
not with Houdinis.

Houdinis?

Find one and you disappear.

They hide in subspace
and appear at random.

You can walk by the same
place a hundred times

and nothing happens,
and then, bang.

You're wasting
your breath, Vargas.

It's not the Captain's problem.

He's leaving.

I wish I could tell you things
were going to get easier for you.

Don't worry about us, Captain.

Defiant to Captain Sisko.

Go ahead.

Sir, we're being attacked
by two Jem'Hadar ships.

We have locked
onto your coordinates.

- Are you ready for transport?
- Stand by, Mr. Worf.

Captain, sensors show
Jem'Hadar troops landing

nine kilometers
from your position.

Sir, we must
beam you aboard now.

We have to break orbit.

Take evasive action, Mr. Worf.

We're staying here.

Sir, I must
ask you to reconsider.

I do not know when we will
be able to come back for you.

You have your orders, Commander.

Aye, sir.

Good luck.

What are you looking at?
We have work to do.

Yes, sir.

You heard the Captain.

Sir, what are your orders?

There's only one order,
Lieutenant.

We hold.

We need to find out how many
Jem'Hadar troops landed

and where they are.

Well, you're not going to
learn anything with a tricorder.

We jam their sensors,
they jam ours.

That's how it works.

Except they have an advantage --

they know where we are.

But that's all they know.

They don't know
our defense position

or how many of us there are.

All things considered

I'd still rather be
in their shoes.

Anything, Ensign?

Plenty. I can hear Vargas'
stomach grumbling

and Ezri tuning
a phase amplifier

with a coil spanner in
the communications bunker.

What about the Jem'Hadar?

Not a sound.

If they're out there,
they're being very quiet.

They're out there.

Keep your ears open, Ensign.

I will, sir.

See anything?

Uh-uh.

That knife you're working on...
it's not Starfleet issue.

Can I see it?

You're supposed to be listening
for the Jem'Hadar.

I know.

Then shut up and listen.

Here they come.

There's something wrong.

They're not firing.

Hold your fire!

Wh-where'd they go?

They weren't here to begin with.

Holograms.

I don't understand.

It was a way for them to see
what they were up against,

determine our numbers.

And pinpoint our positions.

Without risking
any casualties -- smart.

Oh, yeah. They're
smart, all right

and we're as good as dead!

Not yet we aren't.

Is it over?!

For now.

But the next time
they won't send holograms.

Get that stretcher.

Let's get him to the Infirmary.

Does that mean we stop working
on the communications array?

They'll have to get along
without you for a while.

We have to find the Houdinis
and disarm them.

I'm all for that.

These mines are a nasty piece
of engineering.

They're also impossible
to detect.

I'm sorry, Captain

but I'm an engineer,
not a magician.

Larkin says
you like a challenge.

I thought I did,

but after banging my head
against that communications array

for the last few months,

I'm not so sure anymore.

He's just being modest, Captain.

Chief O'Brien would be proud
to have him on his crew.

I can't think of higher praise.

Now what?

Now we get to pull a
rabbit out of our hat.

Here.

You need to keep
your strength up.

Thanks, Uncle, but I
can get my own food.

What's the matter?

Afraid of looking weak
in front of the hu-mans?

I want to earn their respect,
if that's what you mean.

At the price of your soul?

Look at you --
you hold that phaser rifle

as if it were made
of pure latinum.

We're in the middle of a war

and this rifle
can keep me alive.

I'm a Starfleet Officer.

You're a Ferengi

and I wish
you'd start acting like one.

You mean, hiding under a rock
every time trouble starts?

I'll tell you one thing,
Nephew --

if the Federation had listened
to the Ferengi Alliance,

there never would
have been a war.

Because we would have
surrendered a long time ago.

No. We would have reached
an accommodation.

We would have sat down
across a negotiation table

and hammered out a peace treaty.

One that both sides
could live with.

You make it sound so simple.

Rule of Acquisition 125:

"You can't make a deal
if you're dead."

Nog.

I'm sending you, Larkin and
Reese out on a scouting patrol.

Yes, sir.

I need to know what
I'm up against --

how many Jem'Hadar
are out there,

where they're camped,

and what kind of weapons
they have with them.

- When do we leave?
- Right away.

Hold on a minute!

Why Nog, when you have all
these veterans to choose from?

No one asked your opinion.

Our tricorders aren't working.

But my hearing is.

Exactly.

You can count on me, sir.

- I'll find the Jem'Hadar.
- Let's go.

Nog, wait a minute...

He has his orders, Quark.

That is so easy for you to say.

But I bet you wouldn't
send Jake out there.

Jake is not a Starfleet Officer.

You did it.

Actually, I'm not sure
it was me.

It could have been
Tobin or Jadzia.

It doesn't matter.

The point is, you managed to
cut through the jamming signals.

Unfortunately,
I can't extend its range

past a hundred meters.

That's enough to scan
the entire compound.

Now the question is:

How do we calibrate
the tricorder

to locate the mines in subspace?

Maybe we could try cross-linking

the optronic and isodyne relays.

You're sure
you're not an engineer?

In nine lives, I've been
a little of everything.

Doesn't that...
doesn't that get confusing?

You have no idea.

Really.

I'll give you an example.

This is my first time
on the front lines.

You're talking about Ezri now?

Right.

But Torias, Curzon and Jadzia,

they were in battle many times

and I can remember
what that felt like.

I remember the fear
and the anger

and the adrenaline surge.

Having someone else's memories
of being in combat is one thing.

Living through it yourself...

is another.

I suppose I'm going to find out.

You'll do fine.

This is close enough, Nog.

What is it?
What's going on?

It's time to go.

Right.

Let's go.

Psst!

Someone's coming!

Don't shoot!
It's me -- Reese!

Stretcher!

Nog!

What happened?!

Jem'Hadar patrol.

Larkin?

- She's dead.
- Damn!

The Ferengi found
the encampment.

It's three kilometers
south of here.

- How many troops?
- Two columns.

How we ever going
to hold off two columns?

We'll have to even out the odds.

- Any ideas?
- I'm working on it.

Captain...

...the kid did all right.

The doctor doesn't want
anybody in there.

Well, how's Nog?

It's a little late for you
to care about that, isn't it?

- Quark...
- He's going to lose his leg.

Does that answer your question?

Now what happens?

You will be able
to replace the leg, won't you?

As soon as we can get him
to a hospital

he can be fitted
with a biosynthetic limb.

Unfortunately, there, uh...

may be complications.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nog suffered severe thermal
damage to his femoral motor nerves,

and I'm not sure they'll be able

to stimulate
artificial muscle tissue.

In fact, there's
no way of knowing

until after the operation
has been performed.

I have to get inside.

We've got to get Nog
to a hospital.

We will as soon as we can.

That's not good enough.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

If you really cared about Nog

you'd never have sent him
out on that patrol.

Now you listen to me, Quark,

because I'm only going
to say this one time.

I care about Nog
and every solider

under my command, understood?

Every single one.

- Captain...
- At ease, Ensign.

I'm sorry, sir.

About what?

About Larkin.

I led her right into a trap.

You found the Jem'Hadar camp.

I... I heard them coming,

but it was too late.

There was all this phaser fire

and I went down...

- ...before I could...
- Nog...

...listen to me.

You followed orders.

You did
what you were trained to do.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, sir.

It doesn't hurt.

You'd think it would,
but it doesn't.

I'm glad.

I'm going to be fine.

Captain...

the communications array --

it's worth it, right?

I hope to God it is.

Benjamin, sorry to interrupt.

We're ready.

Remember, no one moves
until I say so.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Now all we have to do is

figure out how to disarm them.

We're not going to disarm them.

We're going to use them.

This is their camp,
this is ours.

There are mountains
to the east and west

which means they have to come
through this ravine to get to us.

Then that's where we'll
relocate the mines.

Moving them
shouldn't be too difficult.

Delicate, but not difficult.

I also want you
to reprogram them

so that they're triggered
by movement.

Make sure it's lots of movement.

We want that ravine
full of Jem'Hadar

when those Houdinis
start to go off.

I think we can manage that.

That should take
out a third of their forces.

What's the matter, old man?

Don't you think it'll work?

It's not that.

It's just that a few hours ago,
we thought of these mines

as the kind of ruthless weapon

only the Dominion
would use, but now...

They become
a whole lot friendlier.

Sooner or later,

the Jem'Hadar are going to
come through those barricades

and when they do,
the fewer there are,

the better our chances
of survival.

You have your orders.

Power packs.

Did you hear that?

I didn't hear anything.

Relax.

When they get here,
you'll know it.

Power packs.

I'm sorry.

My, uh, thumb
got a little nervous.

I know how you feel.

I wonder if the Jem'Hadar
get jittery before a battle.

I wouldn't count on it.

♪ In that small ♪

What the hell is that?

Shh, listen.

♪ ...park across the way ♪

♪ The children's carousel ♪

♪ The chestnut trees ♪

♪ The wishing well ♪

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In every lovely summer's day ♪

♪ In everything
that's bright and gay ♪

♪ I'll always
think of you that way ♪

Your idea?

Yeah, I thought we could all use a
little Vic Fontaine right about now.

How's Nog?

There isn't much I can do for him
until I get him back to the station.

I take it you were able
to move the mines.

Put it this way, I wouldn't go for
a stroll through that ravine tonight.

I wasn't planning on it,

but then again,
I wasn't planning on being here.

I can see
you've done that before.

Too many times.

Funny... I joined
Starfleet to save lives.

♪ ...when the night is new ♪

♪ I'll be looking at the moon ♪

♪ But I'll be seeing you ♪

Maybe they're not coming.

Maybe they're turning back.

Maybe we got them all.

Fire!

Kellin?

Kellin?!

You alive?

Captain... are you with us?

I think so.

We held.

Those were our orders, sir.

Captain.

Yes, Mr. Worf.

The USS Veracruz
has entered orbit.

They're beaming down
troop replacements

and an engineering crew.

What about our people?

Dr. Bashir is aboard
the Veracruz

with Nog and the
rest of the wounded.

They will be taken to a
hospital on Starbase 371.

Good.

I'll return
to the Defiant shortly.

This was a great victory

one worthy of story and song.

It cost enough.

This way.

You two, sector four.

Children.

Not for long.

Ready?

Let's go.

Sisko to Defiant.

Three to beam up.

Sir, the latest casualty reports
have just been posted.

How many this time?

Including the troops lost
at AR-558 -- 1,730.

Seventeen hundred thirty...

It's a lot of names.

They're not just names.

It's important we remember that.

We have to remember.