Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993–1999): Season 7, Episode 1 - Image in the Sand - full transcript

Last time on
"Star Trek - Deep Space Nine. "

Starfleet wants you
to plan the invasion of Cardassia.

I managed to save the Dax symbiont.
There was nothing I could do for Jadzia.

Aargh!

Federation soldiers
have landed on Cardassia

and now you say
the wormhole is gone,

and with it any chance
of getting reinforcements?

Why aren't you still here, Jadzia?

I need you.
Something's happened to the Prophets.

They've turned their backs on Bajor
and I'm responsible.

I don't know what to do about it,



how to make it right again.

I've failed as the Emissary,

and for the first time in my life
I've failed as a Starfleet officer.

- The station's all yours, Major.
- She'll be here when you get back.

Let's go home, Jake.

And now, the continuation.

Colonel.

I wish you'd stop calling me by my
rank. I was promoted two months ago.

Besides, it sounds so formal.

Has Admiral Ross - or should I say Bill -
arrived yet?

The admiral's ship
is due in three hours.

- I wish I knew what he wanted.
- Maybe he's bringing good news.

Don't get your hopes up.
There was something in his voice...

- Something ominous?
- Something pleasant.



He was going
out of his way to be nice.

Whatever he wants,
he knows I won't like it.

- How can you be so sure?
- It comes with the job.

Sitting in the captain's chair, having
that responsibility, it focuses you.

I'll take your word for it.

- How long have they been there?
- Three days.

The cult of the "Pah-wraiths"
used to be a joke.

Now those red armbands
are appearing all over Bajor.

A lot of people feel
abandoned by the Prophets.

That's no excuse to turn
to hate and fear.

In times of trouble, some people
find comfort in hate and fear.

I can charge them with loitering
and have them removed.

What good would that do?

If the Emissary were here,
things might be different.

I thought we'd have
heard from him by now.

- Not a word in three months.
- Nerys.

I realise things may seem bleak
at the moment, but there's always hope.

When did you turn into an optimist?

Must have been that day
when we kissed for the first time.

- That was some kiss, wasn't it?
- Changed my life.

Gentlemen, we are home.

Convoy duty should never last
more than ten days.

Guarding convoys is usually
a lot safer than being on the front lines.

Is that why you joined Starfleet?
To be safe?

I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

- In wartime, it's a soldier's duty to fight.
- Yes, sir.

The invasion of Cardassia has stopped
while our casualties mount.

It is a time for warriors to do great
deeds, to triumph in glorious battles,

not waste away
protecting a shipment of stembolts.

I hope Commander Worf
doesn't think I'm afraid to fight.

Don't take it so personally.
Worf's just going through a bad time.

He needs to focus on something
other than Jadzia.

Combat duty might do the trick.

Soon the Defiant will be in battle, Worf
will be happy and we'll be miserable.

I'm not afraid to fight.
I just don't want to die.

- I wish Captain Sisko were here.
- So do I, Ensign. So do I.

If I were you,
I'd order the crawfish ?touff?e.

And if it's good enough for you,
it's good enough for him.

I think table five is ready to order.

He's been at that piano
since 7:00 this morning.

- Customers seem to like it.
- Grandpa.

I'm worried too, but he's got something
to work out. Best we leave him alone.

We've left him alone for three months!

He said he came here to figure out
a way to make things right.

He hasn't even left the restaurant.

Dad? What's wrong? Dad!

I had a vision from the Prophets.

I was on Tyree, in the desert,
digging in the sand.

I uncovered a face,
the face of a woman.

- And?
- That's all.

- Who was she?
- I've never seen her before.

But now I know why I came back here,
Jake.

I have to find her.

I have to.

I don't see anything for you
to be concerned about.

I've met Senator Cretak
and found her to be very cooperative.

- For a Romulan.
- Cretak supports the alliance.

We need support to win this war.

If the Romulans were the only thing
standing between us and annihilation,

I'd still hesitate to let them have
a military presence on the station.

- We're talking about a few officers.
- And personal guards.

A dozen people. Besides,
it's only until the end of the war.

And when will that be?

Let's get one thing straight, Colonel.

I came here as a courtesy to you.
This decision has been made.

- And I have to live with it.
- That's right.

You've done a fine job taking over
for Captain Sisko.

I'm just keeping his seat warm.

- You still think he's coming back?
- Don't you?

I'll be in touch.

We've halted the Klingon advance
against Monac IV.

We estimate their casualties to be 30%.

They should've been higher.
Nevertheless, congratulations.

The enemy will remain in the Chin'toka
System until we destroy them.

I'd offer you a glass,
but I know you dislike "kanar. "

I think you like it too much.

I wouldn't trust a Cardassian

that didn't enjoy a glass of "kanar. "

When you're alone,
do you even bother with a glass,

or do you drink
that swill from the bottle?

It depends on my mood.
And right now, I feel like celebrating.

We owe Gul Dukat a debt of gratitude.

Unfortunately, I agree.

Releasing that "Pah-wraith"
into the wormhole

has shifted the momentum
of the war into our favour.

Do you ever wonder
what goes on inside the wormhole?

Not really.

The Prophets and the "Pah-wraiths"
locked in some form of celestial battle.

It's fascinating.

I never realised
you had such a vivid imagination.

There's a lot about me you don't know.

Just remember, too much imagination
can be dangerous.

Dad, Grandpa and I are going to
Armstrong Park. Want to come?

You two go ahead.

- Who's that?
- The woman in my vision.

I don't want to forget her face.

- I'll see you in the morning.
- I've seen her.

- Where?
- In a photograph.

I'll be right back.

Here she is. I knew it.
That's her, isn't it?

She's with Grandpa.
I don't understand. Who is she?

- Why don't you ask Grandpa?
- Ask me what?

This woman.

- Where did you get this?
- I found it in the storage room.

I meant to ask you about it.

- Who is she, Dad?
- No one, you hear me? No one at all.

Hey, pally.
Where you been keeping yourself?

- Convoy duty.
- Doesn't sound very exciting.

- It was not.
- You've come to the right place.

What do you say we hit the craps
tables? Or maybe some blackjack?

- Sing the song.
- That's not a good idea.

- Sing the song.
- Why rub salt in an open wound?

You are a hologram.
You are programmed to do as I say.

- Sing the song.
- It's your dime. Park it right there.

And don't say I didn't warn you.
Which reminds me of a story...

- Sing!
- Son of a gun, I think he means it.

Hey, you heard the man.

Aargh!

This monitor is still off-line.
I want it operational within the hour.

I hope all the chairs
aren't this uncomfortable.

I'm afraid they are.

- But you'll get used to them.
- I'm sure I will.

- You must be Colonel Kira.
- I'm sorry I didn't greet you on arrival.

No need to explain. You must be busy.

I hope you find your accommodations
satisfactory. Other than the chairs.

I'm sure we'll be quite comfortable here.
I trust that won't be a problem for you.

- Meaning what?
- We are known for our arrogance.

But you're different.
Or so Admiral Ross tells me.

We have a good relationship.

- I hope to have a similar one with you.
- I'd like nothing more.

Then I look forward to working with you
toward the destruction of the Dominion.

- Worf did this?
- With his own hands.

And it's not the first time.

That's the last time
I ever sing "All the Way".

If he wants to hear it again,
let him buy a Sinatra album.

"All the Way".
That was Jadzia's favourite song.

You have to forgive him. He's
having a hard time accepting her death.

So am I but I don't bust up the joint.

- She wasn't your wife.
- She should've been.

- There is something wrong.
- I know that!

Klingons usually have a shorter
mourning period than humans.

Something's driving Worf cuckoo.
Your buddy needs some serious help.

- The band is threatening to quit.
- They can't quit. They're holograms.

- They don't know that.
- I'll see what I can do.

- Hang in there, pally.
- I'll try.

But I think Jadzia's death
has made us all a little cuckoo.

- Dad?
- You should be in bed.

Not until you tell me
what I need to know.

I already told you. She's no one.

You're going to have to do
better than that.

Leave it be, Ben.

I can't.

I saw her.

The vision the Prophets sent me.
She was the woman in the desert.

- That's impossible.
- I'm telling you, I saw her.

- You couldn't have.
- Dad, please! Who is she?

I'm sorry.
I don't want to talk about it.

- Dad.
- No!

You have to tell me.
I need to know who she is!

Her name was Sarah.
I met her in June of '31.

It was in Jackson Square.

She was, without a doubt, the most
beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

Two months later...

we were married.

Married?
You had a wife before Mum?

It's a little bit more complicated
than that, Ben.

You see... Sarah was your mother.

Sarah and I were married for two years.

She seemed very happy.
I certainly was.

Two days after your first birthday,
she disappeared.

What do you mean she disappeared?

- She left me.
- Why?

I've asked myself that question
a thousand times.

I never did come up with the answer.

You never found out
what happened to her?

It took me three years,
but I found out.

She was in Australia,
working as a holo-photographer.

- I have to speak with her.
- You can't.

Damn it, Dad, I have to.

She's dead.

She died in a hovercraft
accident before I tracked her down.

I loved that woman and she loved me.
I know she did.

Why didn't you tell me about her?

I wanted to. Many times.
But you were so young when she left.

I grew up.

- That didn't make it easier.
- That's no excuse.

I know. I'm sorry.

But you see, you and your stepmother
were so close.

She made you laugh like nobody else.

I didn't want anything
to get in the way of that.

I loved Mum.
Nothing would've changed that.

- She said the same thing.
- You should have listened to her.

Life is full of choices.
You make them and hope for the best.

Sometimes you're right,
sometimes you're not.

I made a mistake.

Yeah. You did.

I... I don't understand why the Prophets
would send you a vision of Sarah.

I came back here to clear my head,
to figure out what to do next.

Maybe learning the truth about my
mother is the first step of this journey.

From here on out, I hope the Prophets
keep their noses out of my business.

Are there other secrets
I should know about?

Just my gumbo recipe.
But I'm taking that to my grave.

Colonel, I was just coming to see you.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

I just never thought I'd see a Romulan
eating a "jumja" stick.

I was curious.

- And?
- It has a... distinct flavour.

I can't stand them. Too sweet.

You should try a Romulan "osol" twist.
Very tart.

I'll do that.

A squadron of warbirds will arrive
tomorrow morning for refitting.

I'll tell the Chief
to replicate Romulan systems.

Excellent. I had no idea
Bajorans were so efficient.

Coming from a Romulan,
that's quite a compliment.

One more thing.

- It's about Bajor's fourth moon.
- Derna?

- It's uninhabited?
- Last time I checked.

Would your government allow us
to set up a hospital there?

Too many wounded are dying
on the way back to Romulus.

- I'll ask the Council of Ministers.
- I'd appreciate anything you can do.

Get him talking but don't mention
Jadzia. Let him do that.

- He doesn't want to talk about her.
- He may not want to, but he needs to.

- In the right circumstances he will.
- This is in our favour.

2301. A very good year for bloodwine.

I'll let you do it.
Will one bottle be enough?

Goodbye, Julian.

- Chief.
- Can I come in?

Why?

It's been a long time
since we shared one of these.

- Got any glasses?
- None that are clean.

Who needs glasses?

Cheers.

Warm the cockles.

Very smooth. Good night, Chief.

- You call that a visit?
- I enjoyed it.

- Come on, Worf. I came to talk.
- About what?

Anything you want.
Old friends, the Enterprise.

Remember what's-his-name...
Lieutenant Barclay?

Who can forget him?

- Those holosuite programs of his.
- "The Three Musketeers. "

Geordi waving that sword around.

- That's better.
- What did you find out?

You should never
match drinks with a Klingon.

- What did you talk about?
- Why do you care?

Some day he may get tired
of smashing up a holosuite bar

and come down
and smash up a real one.

- What did you talk about?
- A lot of things.

His son Alexander growing up in
Russia. The proper way to eat "gagh. "

What does any of that
have to do with Jadzia?

Nothing. It wasn't until we were
polishing off the third bottle of bloodwine

that he even mentioned Jadzia.

- This could be sweeter.
- What did he say about her?

- She's not in "Sto-Vo-Kor. "
- You mean Klingon heaven?

She wasn't a Klingon.

As far as Worf is concerned, she was.
She did join the House of Martok.

Then what makes him think
she's not in "Sto-Vo-Kor?"

For one thing, she never ate
the heart of one of her enemies.

She always was squeamish.

Secondly,
she didn't die in glorious battle.

Being murdered by a "Pah-wraith"
in cold blood doesn't count?

Do you want to know
what's bothering Worf or not?

There is a way for Worf to ensure
that Jadzia gets into "Sto-Vo-Kor. "

He has to win a great battle
in her name.

I could let him beat me at "tongo. "

Not good enough, unless he has to kill
100 Jem'Hadar to get to the table.

Why does everything
involve bloodshed?

No wonder he's so frustrated.
We should talk to Admiral Ross.

Oh, yeah. I can see it now.

"Admiral, could you please send
the Defiant on a dangerous mission?

"Jadzia needs to get into "Sto-Vo-Kor. "

- Sounds good to me.
- Then you ask him.

What about General Martok?
He's due to arrive tomorrow morning.

Who better than a Klingon
to help a Klingon?

Beautiful night, isn't it?

I'm sure you're right.

- You thinking about Sarah?
- Actually, I was thinking about Jadzia.

She always used to be here
to help me sort things out.

- I miss her.
- I know you do.

I came out to give you this.

It was Sarah's. I want you to have it.
I think she would have, too.

- Thanks, Dad.
- There's some writing on the back.

- What's the matter?
- This writing. It's ancient Bajoran.

- What does it say?
- I don't know.

But I intend to find out.

I don't understand why Sarah would
have a locket with Bajoran writing on it.

I don't recall her
ever mentioning Bajor to me.

Maybe she didn't know it was Bajoran.
Maybe it was a gift.

- Finally, some progress.
- What is it?

The inscription.
It says "Orb of the Emissary".

I never knew there was one.

There's no mention of it
in the ancient Bajoran texts.

You've reached a dead end.

Not necessarily.
What if the Orb does exist?

What if it didn't go dark
when the wormhole disappeared?

If you can find it, you might be able
to contact the Prophets.

- I'm going to find it.
- But where do you begin to look?

- Tyree.
- Why there?

Because that's where I was
in the vision the Prophets sent me.

Are these the latest casualty reports?

From the Dominion counterattack.

Your people took
the brunt of the assault.

What matters
is that we held our position.

At least we now have the hospital
on Derna to care for the wounded.

- And we have you to thank.
- The Council made the decision.

Under your advisement.
Romulus owes you a debt of gratitude.

I'll keep that in mind.

- Do you have a moment?
- I do for you.

A Starfleet transport filled with wounded

was denied permission to dock
at the Romulan hospital on Derna.

It may not be equipped
to treat other species.

I thought that until I noticed that
most of the wounded were Vulcans.

Vulcans and Romulans
share a common physiology.

And a mutual distrust of one another.

That doesn't change
because they're allies.

True. But how do you explain
these sensor readings?

High concentrations
of trilithium isotopes.

Which indicates the presence
of Romulan plasma torpedoes.

I'll look into it.

Defend yourself, Worf!

So how do you like convoy duty?

I don't.

Good. I was afraid
you might be getting soft.

I need a first officer
for a dangerous mission.

How dangerous?

Dangerous enough to assure Jadzia
a place in "Sto-Vo-Kor. "

In that case,
you have found your first officer.

Excellent.

- It will be a great victory.
- I will make sure of it.

How many clams have you cleaned?

A lot. That was my last batch
but then I got to thinking.

Maybe I'll take a couple of sacks
tomorrow on the runabout,

give me something to do
on the way to Tyree.

You're kidding, right?

- Jake, if I never see another clam...
- It'll be too soon!

Whoo!

Can I help you?

Emissary,
I've come a long way to see you.

This moment is sacred,
one that will be long remembered.

That's ancient Bajoran.

The Emissary is wise.

Thank you but right now,
the Emissary has to get back to work.

You're work is finished. The Orb you
are seeking, the Orb of the Emissary...

What did you say?

You're never going to find it.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Today's special is shrimp Creole.

Uh... actually, it's barbecued shrimp.
Excuse me.

Where were you? They told me you
were released two hours ago.

I had to give a report
to Starfleet Security.

Who was the Bajoran
that attacked you?

A member of a cult
that worships the "Pah-wraith. "

They think the disappearance of the
Prophets heralds a new era for Bajor.

I don't suppose I can talk you
out of going to Tyree.

- If you're worried about the cult...
- You can handle them.

But if the cult knows you're looking
for the Orb of the Emissary,

chances are the "Pah-wraiths" do too,
and that does worry me.

Here's to Worf and the success
of his mission.

- "Qapla'."
- I don't see why you're so happy.

An entire Klingon fleet failed to destroy
those Dominion shipyards.

- How can one ship do any better?
- The element of surprise?

If you ask me,
it's not a mission, it's suicide.

- You're beginning to depress me.
- Why? You're not going.

- You can't be serious.
- I've never been more serious.

I'm going to help Jadzia
get into "Sto-Vo-Kor. "

What makes you think
she wants to spend eternity there?

I know I certainly wouldn't.

Imagine what it must be like:
hoards of rampaging Klingons,

fighting and singing,
sweating and belching.

- This place on a Saturday night.
- Would you spend eternity here?

It's a good point.

Maybe Jadzia would prefer to go to
wherever Trills go when their time is up.

You don't understand.
You weren't as close to her as I was.

This gives me a chance
to honour her memory.

That is my final word on the subject.

- You know what this means, don't you?
- I'm risking my life for a dubious cause.

No,
it means I'm going to risk my life

for a friend who's risking his life
for a dubious cause.

You're going with him?

Somebody has to make sure
he comes back in one piece.

Miles, I don't know what to say.
I'm touched.

You're both touched. You want to
get Jadzia into "Sto-Vo-Kor?"

Fine, I'm all for it. But can't you do
something more sensible?

Make a donation in her name
or bribe someone.

It doesn't work that way.

Be nice if it did.

Third Fleet has requested two more
attack wings of Romulan warbirds.

You have a message
from the Bajoran Council of Ministers.

- We're in a meeting.
- This can't wait.

Apparently,
we're no longer welcome on Derna.

- They're closing the hospital?
- That's not the problem.

It's the 7,000 plasma torpedoes
the Romulans have deployed there.

- Is this true, Senator?
- They are for defensive purposes.

My government doesn't agree.
Begin evacuation.

- I'm afraid that's impossible.
- We can reach a compromise.

No. We consider the Romulan presence
on Derna to be a direct threat to Bajor.

This is ridiculous. I regret not
informing you about our weapons

but I didn't think it was necessary.

- Remove the weapons.
- The hospital would be unprotected.

- Bajor will guarantee its safety.
- That's not acceptable.

Either you remove those weapons,
or we will.

See that Gul Yaltar
receives this immediately.

The Romulans have taken over
a Bajoran moon and heavily fortified it.

My guess is the Bajorans
aren't happy about that.

Would you be?
This is the sort of unfortunate situation

that could destroy an alliance.

That would be a pity.

Romulans.
They're so predictably treacherous.

What's going on?

Why is the restaurant closed?

- I'm going on vacation. To Tyree.
- We're coming with you, Dad.

- Have you both lost your minds?
- It runs in the family.

- You've obviously already packed.
- Yes. I even brought my toothbrush.

Nothing I hate more than
turning away a customer.

- I'm sorry, we're closed.
- I'm not hungry. I'm here to see Ben.

You're in luck.

Five more minutes
and he'd have been gone.

Hello, Benjamin.

Do I know you?

It's me. Dax.