Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993–1999): Season 3, Episode 20 - Improbable Cause - full transcript

Garak's shop explodes. Luckily the tailor isn't hurt badly, and Odo immediately expects foul play. Odo asks Garak if he can think of possible suspects, but the Cardassian seems rather uninterested, and frustrates Odo's investigation. After evidence of a pheromonic sensor in the bomb - a method favored by Flaxian assassins, and a Flaxian had just arrived on the station prior to the explosion, Odo decides to interrogate him, but his investigation won't stop at the Flaxian...

But 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.


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.


You're going to give
yourself indigestion.

Well, I only have you
to thank for that.

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

Well, 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.



About those atmospheric

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.


Are you all right?

As well as can be expected.

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


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.



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,

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.


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?


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?


I suggest

you start
with the most recent arrivals

and work your way backwards.

Well, don't worry about me,

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.


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.

In this case, a Cardassian.

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.


Well, how fortunate.

As it happens

I'm looking for a gift
for a friend.

A lady friend?


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

Perhaps you could describe
this fragrance for me.

It has a somewhat...
floral bouquet.


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.


That one is more musky
than the first.


Tell me, where were you
when the explosion occurred?

The Ferengi's bar.

I went there as soon
as I arrived this morning.



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?


I think she would like
something both floral...

and musky.

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

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,

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.

ls 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,

I have other matters
to attend to.


I take it you don't
believe her either?


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,


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.


Thank you, sir.

Stop there.

Where are you?


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?


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 war-birds

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.

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?



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?"


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.


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 sparing
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,


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.



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 help him.

I promise.

I'll need a runabout,

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?


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.


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?



I can see
how that would be puzzling.

All right...

you owe him something.

You owe him something.

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.


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.


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

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?


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 war-bird.

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.


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

about retired spy-masters
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,

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?

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.


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.


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.