Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s06e18 Episode Script
Inquisition
Computer, download file|to padd F-7.
Come on.
Download complete.
Thank you! Nurse.
You're up late.
Ah, yes.
I've got a few things|to finish up before I leave in the morning.
I'm, uh, presenting a paper|at a medical conference.
I see.
Where is it? Risa, Casperia Prime? Casperia.
|How'd you guess? Well, doctors always hold|their conferences at sunny resorts.
Ours is a grim profession.
Don't you think|we deserve a break from all the illness and death? Mm.
Well, don't forget to take|plenty of sunscreen.
Oh, let me guess.
You dislocated your shoulder.
Not again.
Afraid so.
You promised me that you wouldn't go|kayaking again until your shoulder|had a chance to heal.
I know, but I can't stay away.
It's like the river calls to me.
Yes.
It's saying, "Stay away.
Don't come near me|or I'll hurt you more!" Ow.
Much better.
It'll be tender for a few days;|so go easy on it.
Right.
If the pain gets any worse Nurse Bandee|will give you something.
Thanks, Julian.
Have a good time on Casperia.
I'm going to a medical|conference, not on vacation.
Whatever you say.
And if the river|calls you again, listen to it and stay away.
The time is 0700 hours.
What? You're joking.
Computer, confirm time.
The time is 0700 hours,|11 seconds.
Something tells me I'm going to need|a lot of raktajinos today.
Oh.
See you in a few days, old chum.
Keep the home fires burning.
This is the Captain.
All senior officers report|to Operations immediately.
What now? This better be quick.
I've got a shuttle to catch.
What's going on? Internal Affairs.
What are they doing here? They're not saying.
If they'd called ahead we could have thrown|them a party.
Yeah, well, something tells me|it's not a social visit.
Where's the Captain? He's in there.
He doesn't look too happy.
No, he doesn't.
All right, people this is Deputy Director Sloan|of Internal Affairs.
He's here under the authority|of the Federation Council.
I expect you all to give him|your full cooperation.
Starfleet Intelligence|has reason to believe that there's been|a security breach aboard Deep Space 9.
It appears that someone has been passing information|to the Dominion.
With all due respect I think there's been|some kind of mistake.
I hope you're right, Commander.
I really do but until we determine|the source we have to follow standard|containment procedures and isolate all members|of the senior staff.
As of now you're all relieved of duty|and confined to quarters.
Confined to quarters? I don't like it|any more than you do.
You'll be contacted shortly.
I'll be conducting interviews|with each one of you.
For the time being you are not to discuss this|matter amongst yourselves.
Any questions? Uh, how long do you think your investigation's|going to take? That's difficult to say, Doctor,|but don't worry.
We've already informed|Starfleet Medical that you won't be attending|your conference.
Oh, that's very considerate|of you.
Take them to their quarters.
Would you come with me, please? Hot buttered scones, moba jam,|red leaf tea.
Please.
What's the matter|with this thing? All right.
Come in.
Would you please come|with me, Doctor? Uh yes.
Certainly.
Where are we going? To the Wardroom.
Director Sloan wants to|ask you a few questions.
Stand clear.
What's going on? Nothing you need|to worry about, sir.
This way.
Dr.
Bashir, sir.
Thank you.
Dr.
Bashir have a seat, please.
I'm sorry you're going to miss|your medical conference.
It couldn't be helped.
In a case like this I have to follow|strict procedures.
Yes, I understand.
Maybe it's a blessing|in disguise.
The last time you tried|to attend a medical conference you were taken prisoner|by the Dominion.
An experience|I wouldn't care to repeat.
I'm sure you wouldn't.
What, five weeks|in a Dominion prison camp? I can't imagine|what that must have been like.
Not pleasant.
I read your report.
It made me ask myself how I would have held up|under those conditions.
I guess you never really know|until you go through it.
I'm sure you would have|been able to cope.
We do what we have to|to survive.
Mm-hmm.
I was just reading over|some of your case reports.
Fascinating stuff.
The work you did with those|genetically enhanced patients-- very impressive.
Thank you.
Before you started working|with them Starfleet Medical described them as "alienated, uncommunicative|and hostile.
" And you were the first doctor who managed to establish|a dialogue with them.
Well, actually, I think the fact that I'm genetically enhanced|myself made them a little more open|to accepting me.
You spoke their language.
Exactly.
I envy your profession.
You have a positive impact|on people's lives.
You know, I I considered becoming|a doctor myself.
Ah, you have|a good bedside manner.
Actually, when I first came|in here l, uh, half suspected that,|uh, I would be interrogated under a very bright light.
Not this time.
Well, I see no need|to trouble you any longer.
Thank you for your cooperation.
My pleasure.
Lieutenant Chandler will take|you back to your quarters now.
Ah, I'm afraid I'm going to have|to ask you to stay there until I've finished|with the rest of the interviews.
Well, in that case, maybe you could send someone|to take a look at my replicator.
It's not working.
Actually, we took them off line.
To prevent anyone|from trying to replicate a communications device|or a weapon.
Oh.
Well, I just wanted|some breakfast.
What would you like? I'll have it sent right up|to your quarters.
Hot buttered scones moba jam|and some red leaf tea, please.
Coming right up.
Thank you.
Doctor, one more thing.
Those genetically enhanced|patients of yours-- did Starfleet Medical|ask you to work with them or did you volunteer? Oh, I volunteered.
I see.
Very good.
Come in.
Here you are, sir.
Thank God.
I'm famished.
Cheers.
Enjoy.
Ugh.
It's a little early for gagh.
Well, I hope you're enjoying|my scones, Worf.
Miles, Sloan said we aren't supposed to be talking|to each other.
I just wanted to make sure|you were all right.
I'm fine, except I think someone's been snooping|around my quarters.
It wouldn't surprise me.
Has Sloan questioned you yet? Yeah, we just finished.
How'd it go? It went fine.
He just asked me|a few routine questions.
Believe me, it's not fine.
He just grilled me|for over two hours.
Two hours? About what? About you.
You're joking.
I only wish I were.
Every single question|was about you.
Look, I better go before they trace|this transmission.
I just wanted to warn you|to watch your back.
Miles, wait.
What did he want|to know about me? Just be careful.
|I think they're-- Come in.
Director Sloan|wants to see you.
Again? That's right.
Did you get|your breakfast, Doctor? Yes, I did.
Good.
I was going over my notes|from our last conversation and there are|a couple of things I'd like you to clarify.
Oh? You have a problem with that? -Not at all.
|-Let's go back to the time you spent|with the Dominion.
I wasn't "with" the Dominion;|I was their prisoner.
You were held|at internment camp 37 1? That's right.
-Barrack 6?|-Yes.
You were there for five weeks? You're absolutely sure|about that.
Yes.
And General Martok|was with you in Barrack 6.
Correct.
He said that the Jem'Hadar|removed you from the barracks.
I complained|when they cut our rations so they threw me in solitary.
I see.
And did you meet with anyone|during that week? I was alone.
You're sure about that.
Wait.
Um, let me think.
Was I alone in solitary? Yes.
I think I was.
You didn't meet with a Vorta? No.
Or a changeling? No.
So what you're telling me is you spent seven days|in complete isolation.
It wasn't seven days.
It was five-- five days.
Now that's odd 'cause|General Martok said you were gone for seven days.
He was wrong.
|It was five.
Why would he lie|about something like that? He wasn't lying.
You can't both be right.
He must have lost count|of the days.
He was under a great deal|of stress.
And you weren't? Human beings are more adaptable to incarceration than Klingons.
Especially when they're|genetically engineered? Meaning what? Let's move on|to the matter of your escape from the camp.
I'll quote from your own report.
"We constructed a transmitter|using components "from the barracks|life-support system.
"We used it|to contact our runabout and beam ourselves|out of the camp.
" Now forgive me, Doctor.
That sounds|a little hard to believe.
It's what happened.
Why would the Dominion|leave your runabout orbiting the camp unattended? They didn't think|we'd be able to contact it.
Why not? They left you everything|you need to build a transmitter.
Isn't it more plausible that the Dominion|wanted you to escape? Why? Why would they do that? So that you could start working|for them.
But I'm not working for them.
How can you be sure? Excuse me? How can you be sure|you're not working for them? Are you familiar with the term|"engramatic dissociation"? Vaguely.
The theory holds|that if a person's mind is sufficiently disciplined he'd be capable|of compartmentalizing contradictory information,|believing one thing while doing another.
I think you possess|that kind of mind.
I think the Dominion saw that and decided|to take advantage of it.
I think they broke you|and turned you to their cause and then had you suppress|the memory of what happened.
You're saying I'm a Dominion spy|and don't even know it.
What could be more perfect? There's no chance|of you getting caught because you don't even realize|you're working for them.
When they want to debrief you all they do|is trigger your memory.
That's ridiculous.
Doctor, I am trying to help you but I need your cooperation.
I need you to tear down|the walls inside your mind to dredge up|a fragment of a memory-- anything about your mission,|about your contacts.
I know it's not easy,|but you've got to try.
There are no memories|to dredge up.
I'm not suffering|from engramatic dissociation.
I'm a loyal Starfleet officer.
And will not answer|any more questions unless I'm formally|charged and can respond with the benefit of counsel! I've had enough of your lies,|Doctor! You think you're smarter|than the rest of us, don't you? You think you're smarter than the millions|of brave men and women who put their lives on the line|for the Federation.
You want to do things|the hard way? Fine.
But I'm going to get|the truth out of you and when I'm done, I'm going|to take whatever's left of you and I'm going to lock it away.
Guards! Is it really necessary to drag a Starfleet officer|across the Promenade in irons? We have our orders, sir.
Please stand aside.
We'll get you out of this,|Julian.
I'm sure this is all a mistake.
Is it? Where's Odo? In his quarters.
We'll be handling security|for the time being.
This way.
Too tight? A bit.
You'll live.
Oh, so nice to see you|enjoying your work.
I was with the Seventh Fleet when the Dominion|attacked the Tyra system.
I lost a lot of friends.
I lost a lot of friends, too.
I believe that but yours were Jem'Hadar.
You won't be needing|this anymore.
Step inside.
With all due respect, Captain if you would just wait|in the Security Office Director Sloan|should be here any minute and you can discuss|your request with him-- There is nothing to discuss.
I want ten minutes|alone with my officer and I want them now.
Very well.
I thought you should know,|Odo did some checking.
Sloan had a son in Starfleet.
He was a transport pilot.
He was killed|by a Dominion patrol.
Maybe he thinks I supplied|them with the information that helped them target|his son's ship.
That's exactly what I think.
When my son's convoy|dropped out of warp to rendezvous|with a Klingon bird-of-prey they found|three Dominion attack ships waiting for them instead.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But don't you think that|your son's death indicates a conflict of interest|in your investigation? No, I think it gives me|an added incentive to go after the truth.
Now, what was it you wanted? I need to talk to my Chief Medical Officer|in private.
I can understand that.
But security protocol requires that no one|talk to the prisoner without clearance from me.
Director Sloan, have you|received orders from Starfleet to relieve me of my command|of this station? No, I haven't.
Well, then, as long|as I remain in command I will see Dr.
Bashir|whenever I please.
Furthermore, from now on I will sit in on all|interrogation sessions to make sure|his rights are observed.
Do I make myself clear? I believe so.
Well, we'll see|each other tomorrow.
In the meantime,|enjoy your conversation.
I appreciate your help, sir.
We'll get this straightened out.
I promise you.
Let's go back a few years|to the incident at Bopak III.
According to your report,|you and Chief O'Brien crash-landed on the planet where you then made contact|with a group of Jem'Hadar.
We didn't make contact|with them.
They captured us.
Well, if that's the case why didn't you|attempt to escape? We didn't have a chance.
According to Chief O'Brien you were more interested|in curing the Jem'Hadar of their addiction|to ketracel-white.
I'm a doctor.
They were suffering|from withdrawal.
They're the enemy-- genetically engineered|killing machines.
They're not machines.
They're sentient beings and I couldn't just stand there|and watch them die.
Why? Because you felt sympathy|for them being genetically engineered|yourself? This is irrelevant.
We're talking about an incident|that happened before Dr.
Bashir allegedly|became a Dominion agent.
It's not irrelevant, Captain.
If anything, it shows|he was already sympathetic to the Dominion.
But let's move on.
Doctor, we spoke yesterday about a group|of genetically enhanced patients that you brought to the station.
Why exactly did you decide|to work with them? They'd been institutionalized|most of their lives.
I thought I might find a way to help them assimilate|into society.
A laudable goal.
What I find puzzling|is the way you went about it.
These misfits had been sheltered|from the outside world for as long as they|could remember.
Yet you chose|to bombard them with information about the war with the Dominion.
Now, frankly, I'm surprised it didn't scare them|into a deeper isolation.
I wanted to engage them.
And it worked.
Is that why|you convinced Starfleet Command to give them access|to classified battle plans? Starfleet was interested|in hearing our ideas on how to win the war.
How to win the war.
You recommended|that the Federation surrender.
We were looking for ways to save|as many lives as possible.
Now, if you'd take the time|to examine the findings! Captain, you took the time to examine the findings,|didn't you? I did.
And did you agree with them? No.
Of course not.
No loyal Starfleet|officer could.
I won't deny that Doctor Bashir has made|some questionable decisions in his career,|but that's a long way from convincing me|that he is a traitor.
Now, so far, your case is based on circumstantial|evidence and speculation.
What other kind of case|can I make against a man who covers his tracks so well? That's a circular argument,|and you know it! Captain, if Dr.
Bashir|had been involved in one or two|questionable incidents I could understand how you|might be able to dismiss it but the sheer number|of incidents form a pattern of behavior|that can't be ignored.
I understand that you want|to be loyal to a man who's served under you|for so long.
I understand you'd be inclined|to take his word over that of an outsider.
But step back for a moment|and think about it.
This man concealed the truth about his illegal|genetic enhancement for over 30 years.
He lied to get|his medical license.
He lied to get into Starfleet.
He lied to you when he|came aboard this station and he's been lying|to you ever since.
He did eventually|come forward and tell the truth.
That's right, he did.
Why? Why? What made you confess? Was it because you realized that it was your duty to be|honest with your Captain? No.
Was it because you felt guilty for having lied to him|for so long? No.
Then why did you come forward? I was found out.
And if you hadn't been found out would you have come forward and|told your Captain the truth ever? I don't know.
I see.
Sloan was right|about one thing, sir.
I should have told you the|truth from the beginning.
You're right.
You should have.
But let's put that|behind us for now.
How can I defend myself|to this man? Whatever I say to him he either thinks I'm lying|or repressing my memories.
I know you're not lying, Julian.
But? But as a doctor isn't it in the realm|of medical possibility that the Dominion|did recruit you and you have blocked it|out of your memory? Well, even if it is possible,|it didn't happen.
You don't believe me, do you? I don't I don't think you're lying,|Julian.
It's late.
Try to get some sleep.
We'll talk again in the morning.
Sorry to interrupt your sleep,|Doctor.
Looks like you're going on|a little vacation after all.
Where are you taking me? Starbase 53|for further questioning.
Does Captain Sisko|know about this? It's none of his concern.
Not anymore.
You have no right to do this,|Sloan.
Oh, but I do.
Starfleet Special Order 667 15|gives me the authority to neutralize security threats|to Deep Space 9 by whatever means necessary.
Doctor, you're about to spend|the rest of this war in a maximum-security cell unless you would care to put your thumbprint|on this confession.
We can reword it if it doesn't|meet your exacting standards.
You can take that confession and throw it|out of the nearest airlock.
I thought so.
Take him to the shuttle.
Would you put your hands|in front of you, Doctor? He's beaming out! Stop him! Good evening, Doctor.
Weyoun? Welcome home.
It would appear we got|you out just in time.
It's all right.
You're among friends now.
Did they mistreat you? I don't see any bruises.
Why did you bring me here? What choice did I have? Starfleet discovered|you were working for us.
I'm not working for you.
I'm not a Dominion spy.
You actually believe that,|don't you? That's why you're|such a good operative.
You're lying.
Oh, here we go again.
These little conversations|of ours always follow|the same pattern: You start out confused;|then you get angry; then you deny everything until finally the walls|inside your mind start to break down|and you accept the truth.
What truth? That you broke me|in your prison camp? We're not barbarians.
There was no torture involved.
We simply helped you|to see that there's no way Starfleet|can defeat the Dominion and because you didn't want billions of Federation citizens|to lose their lives needlessly you agreed to provide us|with information that would help us|end this war quickly.
You rose above|the petty question of whose side you were on|and made a moral decision.
It's not surprising, really.
After all, you are a doctor.
You're saying|that I'm a traitor? Traitor, hero those are just words.
Oh, your friends on Deep Space 9|may vilify you, but history will judge you|to be a great man a visionary|who helped bring an end to one|of the most devastating wars the galaxy has ever seen.
l-I don't remember.
I don't remember any of it.
Of course not.
You suppressed the memories-- compartmentalized them.
It's a remarkable ability,|but it does make these initial conversations|a bit wearing.
Have something to eat.
You always reintegrate better|on a full stomach.
Do you remember|when I first offered you scones? Back at the camp.
No.
Concentrate.
Sensory details are the key.
I had you brought in|from solitary.
You were very hungry,|but you refused to give me the satisfaction|of seeing you eat.
Do you remember? I don't remember because it never happened! You were almost there.
Try again.
With a little more effort,|you can break through.
I'm not a Dominion spy! I can see this is going to be one of our|more difficult sessions.
I'm innocent.
I don't care|what you or Sloan think.
Wait a minute.
Why would you both be trying|to convince me of the same lie unless you were working together? Please, Doctor listen to yourself.
Sloan's the traitor.
Combat stations.
Enemy ship approaching.
Sisko.
I'm afraid we're going|to have to continue your debriefing later.
Am I glad to see you.
Away team to the Defiant.
|We got him.
I suppose you have|a reasonable explanation for why the Dominion broke you out|of that holding cell.
I understand|how this must look, sir.
What did they want? Weyoun just tried to convince me|that I was his operative.
I think he and Sloan|are working together.
Now that's enough.
You know you're not going|to exonerate yourself by casting suspicions|on someone else.
Well, maybe he's not a traitor.
Maybe he's been replaced|by a changeling.
All I'm saying is that both he and Weyoun|are trying to frame me.
You have run out of excuses,|Doctor.
You have to believe me.
I'm innocent.
I have had enough|of your lies, Doctor.
You can't just dismiss|what I'm saying.
Because if I'm right,|there's no telling what kind of damage|Sloan can do-- Get him off my Bridge! Let's go, Doctor.
Jadzia, you believe me,|don't you? Why did you do it, Julian? Miles? You? Your shoulder-- it's all right? Of course, it's all right.
But you dislocated it|yesterday when we were playing springball.
So? It's better now.
You didn't hurt it|playing springball.
You dislocated it kayaking in a holosuite.
You're not Miles.
And you're not Captain Sisko.
He'd at least be|willing to hear me out.
This isn't real.
It can't be.
You're right, Doctor.
None of it was real.
But I am and this isn't over.
Congratulations, Doctor.
It's not often|that we're proven wrong.
I take it you finally believe I'm not working|for the Dominion.
I'm leaning heavily|in that direction but to erase|any lingering doubts what do you say we make|one final test? I've finished playing games|with you, Sloan! I can assure you, Doctor,|this is no game.
Don't be afraid.
I have no intentions|of hurting you.
I just need to remove an implant|from behind your right ear.
I tell you what.
Why don't you do the honors? Give it to him.
Go ahead, Doctor.
It's only|a neurosynaptic relay.
You've been recording my|neuro-electric responses.
That's correct.
And now I'd like|to check the findings in order to confirm|what I already believe-- that you're an innocent man.
Now, either you remove the relay|or we will.
Thank you.
This'll only take a moment.
Take your time.
I don't seem|to be going anywhere.
I'm glad to see your sense|of humor's returning.
That's a very good sign.
Of what? You're beginning to relax.
We subjected you|to high levels of stress to ensure accurate test results and I'm glad to say|the results are in your favor.
Your loyalty to the Federation|appears to be above reproach.
Why do I still detect a hint|of doubt in your voice? Well, frankly,|I would have preferred to have kept you under|observation a little longer.
Unfortunately, we didn't know|about Chief O'Brien's injury or we would have incorporated|that into the program.
So you beamed me|out of my quarters into this holosuite|when I was asleep.
I believe we allowed you|a full hour.
No wonder I feel so tired.
I suppose you find your subjects|more malleable when they have been deprived|of sleep.
Not a new technique, I admit but an effective|one nonetheless.
So why don't you tell me|who you are? Who you work for? I think it's obvious.
The same people you work for-- the Federation Starfleet.
You don't expect me to believe you're with Internal|Affairs, do you? No, of course not.
Internal Affairs is|a competent department but limited.
So which department|are you with? Let's just say I belong to another branch|of Starfleet Intelligence.
Our official designation|is Section 31.
Never heard of it.
We keep a low profile.
Works out better that way|for all concerned.
And what does Section 31 do-- apart from kidnapping|Starfleet officers? We search out and identify potential dangers|to the Federation.
And once identified? We deal with them.
How? Quietly.
So if I had been|a Dominion agent what would have|happened to me? We wouldn't be standing here|having this conversation.
Starfleet sanctions|what you're doing? We don't submit reports or ask approval|for specific operations if that's what you mean.
We're an autonomous department.
Authorized by whom? Section 31 was part of the original|Starfleet Charter.
But that was 200 years ago.
Are you telling me|you've been working on your own ever since? Without specific orders? Accountable to nobody|but yourselves? You make it sound so ominous.
Isn't it? Because if what you|say to me is true you function as judge, jury|and executioner, and I think that's too much power|for anyone.
I admit it takes|exceptional people to do what we do-- people who can sublimate|their ambitions to the best interests|of the Federation.
People like you.
Me? You have all the qualifications to be a very useful|member of Section 31.
A few minutes ago,|you were calling me a traitor.
And now you want to recruit me.
Well, you're intelligent,|resourceful.
You've always been fascinated|by covert operations.
Why else would you spend|so much time in Quark's holosuites playing spy? You're serious.
We're on the same team.
We believe|in the same principles that every other Federation|citizen holds dear.
And yet you violate|those principles as a matter of course.
In order to protect them.
Well, I'm sorry but the ends don't always|justify the means.
Really? How many lives do you|suppose you've saved in your medical career? What has that got|to do with anything? Hundreds? Thousands? Do you suppose those|people give a damn that you lied to get|into Starfleet Medical? I doubt it.
We deal with threats|to the Federation that jeopardize|its very survival.
If you knew how many lives|we've saved I think you'd agree that|the ends do justify the means.
I'm not afraid|of bending the rules every once in a while if|the situation warrants it.
And I don't think|you are either.
You've got the wrong man, Sloan.
I don't think so.
In time, you'll come|to agree with me.
Don't hold your breath.
All I ask is that when you|get back to Deep Space 9 you consider what I've said.
And what if I decide|to expose you? Let's just say I'm not going to lose|any sleep over it.
I'll say one thing|for this fellow, Sloan-- he's clever.
He timed the doctor's abduction|to coincide with his trip to the medical conference.
That way he wasn't missed.
Yes.
He's clever.
We went over Julian's quarters,|but we couldn't find any residual|transporter signatures.
So either they got him|off the station another way or they have|transporter technology that we can't detect.
Captain, is there any|word from Starfleet about Sloan or Section 31? There's no record|of a Deputy Director Sloan anywhere in Starfleet.
And as for Section 31 that's a little more|complicated.
Starfleet Command doesn't|acknowledge its existence but they don't deny it either.
They simply said they'd look|into it and get back to me.
When? They didn't say.
That sounds|like a cover-up to me.
I can't believe the Federation|condones this kind of activity.
Personally, I find|it hard to believe they wouldn't.
Every other great power|has a unit like Section 31.
The Romulans have the Tal Shiar.
The Cardassians had|the Obsidian Order.
But what does that say about us? When push comes to shove, are we willing to sacrifice our|principles in order to survive? I wish I had an answer|for you, Doctor.
Maybe we should|do some checking-- try to track down|this Sloan ourselves.
That won't be easy.
If he's right and|Section 31 has existed since the birth|of the Federation they've learned to cover|their tracks very well.
We don't have to find them.
They'll come to us.
You said that Sloan|tried to recruit you.
I turned him down.
He doesn't strike me as a man who takes "no"|for an answer.
The next time he asks you|to join his little group you will say "yes.
" Well, congratulations,|Doctor.
Looks like you're going to get|to play a spy after all-- only this time, for real.
Come on.
Download complete.
Thank you! Nurse.
You're up late.
Ah, yes.
I've got a few things|to finish up before I leave in the morning.
I'm, uh, presenting a paper|at a medical conference.
I see.
Where is it? Risa, Casperia Prime? Casperia.
|How'd you guess? Well, doctors always hold|their conferences at sunny resorts.
Ours is a grim profession.
Don't you think|we deserve a break from all the illness and death? Mm.
Well, don't forget to take|plenty of sunscreen.
Oh, let me guess.
You dislocated your shoulder.
Not again.
Afraid so.
You promised me that you wouldn't go|kayaking again until your shoulder|had a chance to heal.
I know, but I can't stay away.
It's like the river calls to me.
Yes.
It's saying, "Stay away.
Don't come near me|or I'll hurt you more!" Ow.
Much better.
It'll be tender for a few days;|so go easy on it.
Right.
If the pain gets any worse Nurse Bandee|will give you something.
Thanks, Julian.
Have a good time on Casperia.
I'm going to a medical|conference, not on vacation.
Whatever you say.
And if the river|calls you again, listen to it and stay away.
The time is 0700 hours.
What? You're joking.
Computer, confirm time.
The time is 0700 hours,|11 seconds.
Something tells me I'm going to need|a lot of raktajinos today.
Oh.
See you in a few days, old chum.
Keep the home fires burning.
This is the Captain.
All senior officers report|to Operations immediately.
What now? This better be quick.
I've got a shuttle to catch.
What's going on? Internal Affairs.
What are they doing here? They're not saying.
If they'd called ahead we could have thrown|them a party.
Yeah, well, something tells me|it's not a social visit.
Where's the Captain? He's in there.
He doesn't look too happy.
No, he doesn't.
All right, people this is Deputy Director Sloan|of Internal Affairs.
He's here under the authority|of the Federation Council.
I expect you all to give him|your full cooperation.
Starfleet Intelligence|has reason to believe that there's been|a security breach aboard Deep Space 9.
It appears that someone has been passing information|to the Dominion.
With all due respect I think there's been|some kind of mistake.
I hope you're right, Commander.
I really do but until we determine|the source we have to follow standard|containment procedures and isolate all members|of the senior staff.
As of now you're all relieved of duty|and confined to quarters.
Confined to quarters? I don't like it|any more than you do.
You'll be contacted shortly.
I'll be conducting interviews|with each one of you.
For the time being you are not to discuss this|matter amongst yourselves.
Any questions? Uh, how long do you think your investigation's|going to take? That's difficult to say, Doctor,|but don't worry.
We've already informed|Starfleet Medical that you won't be attending|your conference.
Oh, that's very considerate|of you.
Take them to their quarters.
Would you come with me, please? Hot buttered scones, moba jam,|red leaf tea.
Please.
What's the matter|with this thing? All right.
Come in.
Would you please come|with me, Doctor? Uh yes.
Certainly.
Where are we going? To the Wardroom.
Director Sloan wants to|ask you a few questions.
Stand clear.
What's going on? Nothing you need|to worry about, sir.
This way.
Dr.
Bashir, sir.
Thank you.
Dr.
Bashir have a seat, please.
I'm sorry you're going to miss|your medical conference.
It couldn't be helped.
In a case like this I have to follow|strict procedures.
Yes, I understand.
Maybe it's a blessing|in disguise.
The last time you tried|to attend a medical conference you were taken prisoner|by the Dominion.
An experience|I wouldn't care to repeat.
I'm sure you wouldn't.
What, five weeks|in a Dominion prison camp? I can't imagine|what that must have been like.
Not pleasant.
I read your report.
It made me ask myself how I would have held up|under those conditions.
I guess you never really know|until you go through it.
I'm sure you would have|been able to cope.
We do what we have to|to survive.
Mm-hmm.
I was just reading over|some of your case reports.
Fascinating stuff.
The work you did with those|genetically enhanced patients-- very impressive.
Thank you.
Before you started working|with them Starfleet Medical described them as "alienated, uncommunicative|and hostile.
" And you were the first doctor who managed to establish|a dialogue with them.
Well, actually, I think the fact that I'm genetically enhanced|myself made them a little more open|to accepting me.
You spoke their language.
Exactly.
I envy your profession.
You have a positive impact|on people's lives.
You know, I I considered becoming|a doctor myself.
Ah, you have|a good bedside manner.
Actually, when I first came|in here l, uh, half suspected that,|uh, I would be interrogated under a very bright light.
Not this time.
Well, I see no need|to trouble you any longer.
Thank you for your cooperation.
My pleasure.
Lieutenant Chandler will take|you back to your quarters now.
Ah, I'm afraid I'm going to have|to ask you to stay there until I've finished|with the rest of the interviews.
Well, in that case, maybe you could send someone|to take a look at my replicator.
It's not working.
Actually, we took them off line.
To prevent anyone|from trying to replicate a communications device|or a weapon.
Oh.
Well, I just wanted|some breakfast.
What would you like? I'll have it sent right up|to your quarters.
Hot buttered scones moba jam|and some red leaf tea, please.
Coming right up.
Thank you.
Doctor, one more thing.
Those genetically enhanced|patients of yours-- did Starfleet Medical|ask you to work with them or did you volunteer? Oh, I volunteered.
I see.
Very good.
Come in.
Here you are, sir.
Thank God.
I'm famished.
Cheers.
Enjoy.
Ugh.
It's a little early for gagh.
Well, I hope you're enjoying|my scones, Worf.
Miles, Sloan said we aren't supposed to be talking|to each other.
I just wanted to make sure|you were all right.
I'm fine, except I think someone's been snooping|around my quarters.
It wouldn't surprise me.
Has Sloan questioned you yet? Yeah, we just finished.
How'd it go? It went fine.
He just asked me|a few routine questions.
Believe me, it's not fine.
He just grilled me|for over two hours.
Two hours? About what? About you.
You're joking.
I only wish I were.
Every single question|was about you.
Look, I better go before they trace|this transmission.
I just wanted to warn you|to watch your back.
Miles, wait.
What did he want|to know about me? Just be careful.
|I think they're-- Come in.
Director Sloan|wants to see you.
Again? That's right.
Did you get|your breakfast, Doctor? Yes, I did.
Good.
I was going over my notes|from our last conversation and there are|a couple of things I'd like you to clarify.
Oh? You have a problem with that? -Not at all.
|-Let's go back to the time you spent|with the Dominion.
I wasn't "with" the Dominion;|I was their prisoner.
You were held|at internment camp 37 1? That's right.
-Barrack 6?|-Yes.
You were there for five weeks? You're absolutely sure|about that.
Yes.
And General Martok|was with you in Barrack 6.
Correct.
He said that the Jem'Hadar|removed you from the barracks.
I complained|when they cut our rations so they threw me in solitary.
I see.
And did you meet with anyone|during that week? I was alone.
You're sure about that.
Wait.
Um, let me think.
Was I alone in solitary? Yes.
I think I was.
You didn't meet with a Vorta? No.
Or a changeling? No.
So what you're telling me is you spent seven days|in complete isolation.
It wasn't seven days.
It was five-- five days.
Now that's odd 'cause|General Martok said you were gone for seven days.
He was wrong.
|It was five.
Why would he lie|about something like that? He wasn't lying.
You can't both be right.
He must have lost count|of the days.
He was under a great deal|of stress.
And you weren't? Human beings are more adaptable to incarceration than Klingons.
Especially when they're|genetically engineered? Meaning what? Let's move on|to the matter of your escape from the camp.
I'll quote from your own report.
"We constructed a transmitter|using components "from the barracks|life-support system.
"We used it|to contact our runabout and beam ourselves|out of the camp.
" Now forgive me, Doctor.
That sounds|a little hard to believe.
It's what happened.
Why would the Dominion|leave your runabout orbiting the camp unattended? They didn't think|we'd be able to contact it.
Why not? They left you everything|you need to build a transmitter.
Isn't it more plausible that the Dominion|wanted you to escape? Why? Why would they do that? So that you could start working|for them.
But I'm not working for them.
How can you be sure? Excuse me? How can you be sure|you're not working for them? Are you familiar with the term|"engramatic dissociation"? Vaguely.
The theory holds|that if a person's mind is sufficiently disciplined he'd be capable|of compartmentalizing contradictory information,|believing one thing while doing another.
I think you possess|that kind of mind.
I think the Dominion saw that and decided|to take advantage of it.
I think they broke you|and turned you to their cause and then had you suppress|the memory of what happened.
You're saying I'm a Dominion spy|and don't even know it.
What could be more perfect? There's no chance|of you getting caught because you don't even realize|you're working for them.
When they want to debrief you all they do|is trigger your memory.
That's ridiculous.
Doctor, I am trying to help you but I need your cooperation.
I need you to tear down|the walls inside your mind to dredge up|a fragment of a memory-- anything about your mission,|about your contacts.
I know it's not easy,|but you've got to try.
There are no memories|to dredge up.
I'm not suffering|from engramatic dissociation.
I'm a loyal Starfleet officer.
And will not answer|any more questions unless I'm formally|charged and can respond with the benefit of counsel! I've had enough of your lies,|Doctor! You think you're smarter|than the rest of us, don't you? You think you're smarter than the millions|of brave men and women who put their lives on the line|for the Federation.
You want to do things|the hard way? Fine.
But I'm going to get|the truth out of you and when I'm done, I'm going|to take whatever's left of you and I'm going to lock it away.
Guards! Is it really necessary to drag a Starfleet officer|across the Promenade in irons? We have our orders, sir.
Please stand aside.
We'll get you out of this,|Julian.
I'm sure this is all a mistake.
Is it? Where's Odo? In his quarters.
We'll be handling security|for the time being.
This way.
Too tight? A bit.
You'll live.
Oh, so nice to see you|enjoying your work.
I was with the Seventh Fleet when the Dominion|attacked the Tyra system.
I lost a lot of friends.
I lost a lot of friends, too.
I believe that but yours were Jem'Hadar.
You won't be needing|this anymore.
Step inside.
With all due respect, Captain if you would just wait|in the Security Office Director Sloan|should be here any minute and you can discuss|your request with him-- There is nothing to discuss.
I want ten minutes|alone with my officer and I want them now.
Very well.
I thought you should know,|Odo did some checking.
Sloan had a son in Starfleet.
He was a transport pilot.
He was killed|by a Dominion patrol.
Maybe he thinks I supplied|them with the information that helped them target|his son's ship.
That's exactly what I think.
When my son's convoy|dropped out of warp to rendezvous|with a Klingon bird-of-prey they found|three Dominion attack ships waiting for them instead.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But don't you think that|your son's death indicates a conflict of interest|in your investigation? No, I think it gives me|an added incentive to go after the truth.
Now, what was it you wanted? I need to talk to my Chief Medical Officer|in private.
I can understand that.
But security protocol requires that no one|talk to the prisoner without clearance from me.
Director Sloan, have you|received orders from Starfleet to relieve me of my command|of this station? No, I haven't.
Well, then, as long|as I remain in command I will see Dr.
Bashir|whenever I please.
Furthermore, from now on I will sit in on all|interrogation sessions to make sure|his rights are observed.
Do I make myself clear? I believe so.
Well, we'll see|each other tomorrow.
In the meantime,|enjoy your conversation.
I appreciate your help, sir.
We'll get this straightened out.
I promise you.
Let's go back a few years|to the incident at Bopak III.
According to your report,|you and Chief O'Brien crash-landed on the planet where you then made contact|with a group of Jem'Hadar.
We didn't make contact|with them.
They captured us.
Well, if that's the case why didn't you|attempt to escape? We didn't have a chance.
According to Chief O'Brien you were more interested|in curing the Jem'Hadar of their addiction|to ketracel-white.
I'm a doctor.
They were suffering|from withdrawal.
They're the enemy-- genetically engineered|killing machines.
They're not machines.
They're sentient beings and I couldn't just stand there|and watch them die.
Why? Because you felt sympathy|for them being genetically engineered|yourself? This is irrelevant.
We're talking about an incident|that happened before Dr.
Bashir allegedly|became a Dominion agent.
It's not irrelevant, Captain.
If anything, it shows|he was already sympathetic to the Dominion.
But let's move on.
Doctor, we spoke yesterday about a group|of genetically enhanced patients that you brought to the station.
Why exactly did you decide|to work with them? They'd been institutionalized|most of their lives.
I thought I might find a way to help them assimilate|into society.
A laudable goal.
What I find puzzling|is the way you went about it.
These misfits had been sheltered|from the outside world for as long as they|could remember.
Yet you chose|to bombard them with information about the war with the Dominion.
Now, frankly, I'm surprised it didn't scare them|into a deeper isolation.
I wanted to engage them.
And it worked.
Is that why|you convinced Starfleet Command to give them access|to classified battle plans? Starfleet was interested|in hearing our ideas on how to win the war.
How to win the war.
You recommended|that the Federation surrender.
We were looking for ways to save|as many lives as possible.
Now, if you'd take the time|to examine the findings! Captain, you took the time to examine the findings,|didn't you? I did.
And did you agree with them? No.
Of course not.
No loyal Starfleet|officer could.
I won't deny that Doctor Bashir has made|some questionable decisions in his career,|but that's a long way from convincing me|that he is a traitor.
Now, so far, your case is based on circumstantial|evidence and speculation.
What other kind of case|can I make against a man who covers his tracks so well? That's a circular argument,|and you know it! Captain, if Dr.
Bashir|had been involved in one or two|questionable incidents I could understand how you|might be able to dismiss it but the sheer number|of incidents form a pattern of behavior|that can't be ignored.
I understand that you want|to be loyal to a man who's served under you|for so long.
I understand you'd be inclined|to take his word over that of an outsider.
But step back for a moment|and think about it.
This man concealed the truth about his illegal|genetic enhancement for over 30 years.
He lied to get|his medical license.
He lied to get into Starfleet.
He lied to you when he|came aboard this station and he's been lying|to you ever since.
He did eventually|come forward and tell the truth.
That's right, he did.
Why? Why? What made you confess? Was it because you realized that it was your duty to be|honest with your Captain? No.
Was it because you felt guilty for having lied to him|for so long? No.
Then why did you come forward? I was found out.
And if you hadn't been found out would you have come forward and|told your Captain the truth ever? I don't know.
I see.
Sloan was right|about one thing, sir.
I should have told you the|truth from the beginning.
You're right.
You should have.
But let's put that|behind us for now.
How can I defend myself|to this man? Whatever I say to him he either thinks I'm lying|or repressing my memories.
I know you're not lying, Julian.
But? But as a doctor isn't it in the realm|of medical possibility that the Dominion|did recruit you and you have blocked it|out of your memory? Well, even if it is possible,|it didn't happen.
You don't believe me, do you? I don't I don't think you're lying,|Julian.
It's late.
Try to get some sleep.
We'll talk again in the morning.
Sorry to interrupt your sleep,|Doctor.
Looks like you're going on|a little vacation after all.
Where are you taking me? Starbase 53|for further questioning.
Does Captain Sisko|know about this? It's none of his concern.
Not anymore.
You have no right to do this,|Sloan.
Oh, but I do.
Starfleet Special Order 667 15|gives me the authority to neutralize security threats|to Deep Space 9 by whatever means necessary.
Doctor, you're about to spend|the rest of this war in a maximum-security cell unless you would care to put your thumbprint|on this confession.
We can reword it if it doesn't|meet your exacting standards.
You can take that confession and throw it|out of the nearest airlock.
I thought so.
Take him to the shuttle.
Would you put your hands|in front of you, Doctor? He's beaming out! Stop him! Good evening, Doctor.
Weyoun? Welcome home.
It would appear we got|you out just in time.
It's all right.
You're among friends now.
Did they mistreat you? I don't see any bruises.
Why did you bring me here? What choice did I have? Starfleet discovered|you were working for us.
I'm not working for you.
I'm not a Dominion spy.
You actually believe that,|don't you? That's why you're|such a good operative.
You're lying.
Oh, here we go again.
These little conversations|of ours always follow|the same pattern: You start out confused;|then you get angry; then you deny everything until finally the walls|inside your mind start to break down|and you accept the truth.
What truth? That you broke me|in your prison camp? We're not barbarians.
There was no torture involved.
We simply helped you|to see that there's no way Starfleet|can defeat the Dominion and because you didn't want billions of Federation citizens|to lose their lives needlessly you agreed to provide us|with information that would help us|end this war quickly.
You rose above|the petty question of whose side you were on|and made a moral decision.
It's not surprising, really.
After all, you are a doctor.
You're saying|that I'm a traitor? Traitor, hero those are just words.
Oh, your friends on Deep Space 9|may vilify you, but history will judge you|to be a great man a visionary|who helped bring an end to one|of the most devastating wars the galaxy has ever seen.
l-I don't remember.
I don't remember any of it.
Of course not.
You suppressed the memories-- compartmentalized them.
It's a remarkable ability,|but it does make these initial conversations|a bit wearing.
Have something to eat.
You always reintegrate better|on a full stomach.
Do you remember|when I first offered you scones? Back at the camp.
No.
Concentrate.
Sensory details are the key.
I had you brought in|from solitary.
You were very hungry,|but you refused to give me the satisfaction|of seeing you eat.
Do you remember? I don't remember because it never happened! You were almost there.
Try again.
With a little more effort,|you can break through.
I'm not a Dominion spy! I can see this is going to be one of our|more difficult sessions.
I'm innocent.
I don't care|what you or Sloan think.
Wait a minute.
Why would you both be trying|to convince me of the same lie unless you were working together? Please, Doctor listen to yourself.
Sloan's the traitor.
Combat stations.
Enemy ship approaching.
Sisko.
I'm afraid we're going|to have to continue your debriefing later.
Am I glad to see you.
Away team to the Defiant.
|We got him.
I suppose you have|a reasonable explanation for why the Dominion broke you out|of that holding cell.
I understand|how this must look, sir.
What did they want? Weyoun just tried to convince me|that I was his operative.
I think he and Sloan|are working together.
Now that's enough.
You know you're not going|to exonerate yourself by casting suspicions|on someone else.
Well, maybe he's not a traitor.
Maybe he's been replaced|by a changeling.
All I'm saying is that both he and Weyoun|are trying to frame me.
You have run out of excuses,|Doctor.
You have to believe me.
I'm innocent.
I have had enough|of your lies, Doctor.
You can't just dismiss|what I'm saying.
Because if I'm right,|there's no telling what kind of damage|Sloan can do-- Get him off my Bridge! Let's go, Doctor.
Jadzia, you believe me,|don't you? Why did you do it, Julian? Miles? You? Your shoulder-- it's all right? Of course, it's all right.
But you dislocated it|yesterday when we were playing springball.
So? It's better now.
You didn't hurt it|playing springball.
You dislocated it kayaking in a holosuite.
You're not Miles.
And you're not Captain Sisko.
He'd at least be|willing to hear me out.
This isn't real.
It can't be.
You're right, Doctor.
None of it was real.
But I am and this isn't over.
Congratulations, Doctor.
It's not often|that we're proven wrong.
I take it you finally believe I'm not working|for the Dominion.
I'm leaning heavily|in that direction but to erase|any lingering doubts what do you say we make|one final test? I've finished playing games|with you, Sloan! I can assure you, Doctor,|this is no game.
Don't be afraid.
I have no intentions|of hurting you.
I just need to remove an implant|from behind your right ear.
I tell you what.
Why don't you do the honors? Give it to him.
Go ahead, Doctor.
It's only|a neurosynaptic relay.
You've been recording my|neuro-electric responses.
That's correct.
And now I'd like|to check the findings in order to confirm|what I already believe-- that you're an innocent man.
Now, either you remove the relay|or we will.
Thank you.
This'll only take a moment.
Take your time.
I don't seem|to be going anywhere.
I'm glad to see your sense|of humor's returning.
That's a very good sign.
Of what? You're beginning to relax.
We subjected you|to high levels of stress to ensure accurate test results and I'm glad to say|the results are in your favor.
Your loyalty to the Federation|appears to be above reproach.
Why do I still detect a hint|of doubt in your voice? Well, frankly,|I would have preferred to have kept you under|observation a little longer.
Unfortunately, we didn't know|about Chief O'Brien's injury or we would have incorporated|that into the program.
So you beamed me|out of my quarters into this holosuite|when I was asleep.
I believe we allowed you|a full hour.
No wonder I feel so tired.
I suppose you find your subjects|more malleable when they have been deprived|of sleep.
Not a new technique, I admit but an effective|one nonetheless.
So why don't you tell me|who you are? Who you work for? I think it's obvious.
The same people you work for-- the Federation Starfleet.
You don't expect me to believe you're with Internal|Affairs, do you? No, of course not.
Internal Affairs is|a competent department but limited.
So which department|are you with? Let's just say I belong to another branch|of Starfleet Intelligence.
Our official designation|is Section 31.
Never heard of it.
We keep a low profile.
Works out better that way|for all concerned.
And what does Section 31 do-- apart from kidnapping|Starfleet officers? We search out and identify potential dangers|to the Federation.
And once identified? We deal with them.
How? Quietly.
So if I had been|a Dominion agent what would have|happened to me? We wouldn't be standing here|having this conversation.
Starfleet sanctions|what you're doing? We don't submit reports or ask approval|for specific operations if that's what you mean.
We're an autonomous department.
Authorized by whom? Section 31 was part of the original|Starfleet Charter.
But that was 200 years ago.
Are you telling me|you've been working on your own ever since? Without specific orders? Accountable to nobody|but yourselves? You make it sound so ominous.
Isn't it? Because if what you|say to me is true you function as judge, jury|and executioner, and I think that's too much power|for anyone.
I admit it takes|exceptional people to do what we do-- people who can sublimate|their ambitions to the best interests|of the Federation.
People like you.
Me? You have all the qualifications to be a very useful|member of Section 31.
A few minutes ago,|you were calling me a traitor.
And now you want to recruit me.
Well, you're intelligent,|resourceful.
You've always been fascinated|by covert operations.
Why else would you spend|so much time in Quark's holosuites playing spy? You're serious.
We're on the same team.
We believe|in the same principles that every other Federation|citizen holds dear.
And yet you violate|those principles as a matter of course.
In order to protect them.
Well, I'm sorry but the ends don't always|justify the means.
Really? How many lives do you|suppose you've saved in your medical career? What has that got|to do with anything? Hundreds? Thousands? Do you suppose those|people give a damn that you lied to get|into Starfleet Medical? I doubt it.
We deal with threats|to the Federation that jeopardize|its very survival.
If you knew how many lives|we've saved I think you'd agree that|the ends do justify the means.
I'm not afraid|of bending the rules every once in a while if|the situation warrants it.
And I don't think|you are either.
You've got the wrong man, Sloan.
I don't think so.
In time, you'll come|to agree with me.
Don't hold your breath.
All I ask is that when you|get back to Deep Space 9 you consider what I've said.
And what if I decide|to expose you? Let's just say I'm not going to lose|any sleep over it.
I'll say one thing|for this fellow, Sloan-- he's clever.
He timed the doctor's abduction|to coincide with his trip to the medical conference.
That way he wasn't missed.
Yes.
He's clever.
We went over Julian's quarters,|but we couldn't find any residual|transporter signatures.
So either they got him|off the station another way or they have|transporter technology that we can't detect.
Captain, is there any|word from Starfleet about Sloan or Section 31? There's no record|of a Deputy Director Sloan anywhere in Starfleet.
And as for Section 31 that's a little more|complicated.
Starfleet Command doesn't|acknowledge its existence but they don't deny it either.
They simply said they'd look|into it and get back to me.
When? They didn't say.
That sounds|like a cover-up to me.
I can't believe the Federation|condones this kind of activity.
Personally, I find|it hard to believe they wouldn't.
Every other great power|has a unit like Section 31.
The Romulans have the Tal Shiar.
The Cardassians had|the Obsidian Order.
But what does that say about us? When push comes to shove, are we willing to sacrifice our|principles in order to survive? I wish I had an answer|for you, Doctor.
Maybe we should|do some checking-- try to track down|this Sloan ourselves.
That won't be easy.
If he's right and|Section 31 has existed since the birth|of the Federation they've learned to cover|their tracks very well.
We don't have to find them.
They'll come to us.
You said that Sloan|tried to recruit you.
I turned him down.
He doesn't strike me as a man who takes "no"|for an answer.
The next time he asks you|to join his little group you will say "yes.
" Well, congratulations,|Doctor.
Looks like you're going to get|to play a spy after all-- only this time, for real.