Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s07e01 Episode Script

Last time on|''Star Trek - Deep Space Nine.
'' Starfleet wants you|to plan the invasion of Cardassia.
l managed to save the Dax symbiont.
|There was nothing l 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? l need you.
|Something's happened to the Prophets.
They've turned their backs on Bajor|and l'm responsible.
l don't know what to do about it, how to make it right again.
l've failed as the Emissary, and for the first time in my life|l'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.
l wish you'd stop calling me by my|rank.
l was promoted two months ago.
Besides, it sounds so formal.
Has Admiral Ross - or should l say Bill -|arrived yet? The admiral's ship|is due in three hours.
- l wish l 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 l won't like it.
- How can you be so sure?|- lt comes with the job.
Sitting in the captain's chair, having|that responsibility, it focuses you.
l'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.
ln times of trouble, some people|find comfort in hate and fear.
l can charge them with loitering|and have them removed.
What good would that do? lf the Emissary were here,|things might be different.
l thought we'd have|heard from him by now.
- Not a word in three months.
|- Nerys.
l 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.
ls that why you joined Starfleet?|To be safe? l didn't mean it the way it sounded.
- ln wartime, it's a soldier's duty to fight.
|- Yes, sir.
The invasion of Cardassia has stopped|while our casualties mount.
lt is a time for warriors to do great|deeds, to triumph in glorious battles, not waste away|protecting a shipment of stembolts.
l hope Commander Worf|doesn't think l'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.
l'm not afraid to fight.
|l just don't want to die.
- l wish Captain Sisko were here.
|- So do l, Ensign.
So do l.
lf l were you,|l'd order the crawfish étouffée.
And if it's good enough for you,|it's good enough for him.
l think table five is ready to order.
He's been at that piano|since 7:00 this morning.
- Customers seem to like it.
|- Grandpa.
l'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! l had a vision from the Prophets.
l was on Tyree, in the desert,|digging in the sand.
l uncovered a face,|the face of a woman.
- And?|- That's all.
- Who was she?|- l've never seen her before.
But now l know why l came back here,|Jake.
l have to find her.
l have to.
l don't see anything for you|to be concerned about.
l'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.
lf the Romulans were the only thing|standing between us and annihilation, l'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.
l came here as a courtesy to you.
|This decision has been made.
- And l have to live with it.
|- That's right.
You've done a fine job taking over|for Captain Sisko.
l'm just keeping his seat warm.
- You still think he's coming back?|- Don't you? l'll be in touch.
We've halted the Klingon advance|against Monac lV.
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.
l'd offer you a glass,|but l know you dislike "kanar.
" l think you like it too much.
l 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? lt depends on my mood.
|And right now, l feel like celebrating.
We owe Gul Dukat a debt of gratitude.
Unfortunately, l 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.
lt's fascinating.
l 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 l are going to|Armstrong Park.
Want to come? You two go ahead.
- Who's that?|- The woman in my vision.
l don't want to forget her face.
- l'll see you in the morning.
|- l've seen her.
- Where?|- ln a photograph.
l'll be right back.
Here she is.
l knew it.
|That's her, isn't it? She's with Grandpa.
|l don't understand.
Who is she? - Why don't you ask Grandpa?|- Ask me what? This woman.
- Where did you get this?|- l found it in the storage room.
l 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.
- lt 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 l say.
- Sing the song.
|- lt's your dime.
Park it right there.
And don't say l didn't warn you.
|Which reminds me of a story - Sing!|- Son of a gun, l think he means it.
Hey, you heard the man.
Aargh! This monitor is still off-line.
|l want it operational within the hour.
l hope all the chairs|aren't this uncomfortable.
l'm afraid they are.
- But you'll get used to them.
|- l'm sure l will.
- You must be Colonel Kira.
|- l'm sorry l didn't greet you on arrival.
No need to explain.
You must be busy.
l hope you find your accommodations|satisfactory.
Other than the chairs.
l'm sure we'll be quite comfortable here.
|l 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.
- l hope to have a similar one with you.
|- l'd like nothing more.
Then l 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|l ever sing ''All the Way''.
lf 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 l but l don't bust up the joint.
- She wasn't your wife.
|- She should've been.
- There is something wrong.
|- l 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.
|- l'll see what l can do.
- Hang in there, pally.
|- l'll try.
But l think Jadzia's death|has made us all a little cuckoo.
- Dad?|- You should be in bed.
Not until you tell me|what l need to know.
l already told you.
She's no one.
You're going to have to do|better than that.
Leave it be, Ben.
l can't.
l saw her.
The vision the Prophets sent me.
|She was the woman in the desert.
- That's impossible.
|- l'm telling you, l saw her.
- You couldn't have.
|- Dad, please! Who is she? l'm sorry.
|l don't want to talk about it.
- Dad.
|- No! You have to tell me.
|l need to know who she is! Her name was Sarah.
|l met her in June of '31.
lt was in Jackson Square.
She was, without a doubt, the most|beautiful woman l'd ever seen.
Two months later we were married.
Married?|You had a wife before Mum? lt's a little bit more complicated|than that, Ben.
You seeSarah was your mother.
Sarah and l were married for two years.
She seemed very happy.
|l certainly was.
Two days after your first birthday,|she disappeared.
What do you mean she disappeared? - She left me.
|- Why? l've asked myself that question|a thousand times.
l never did come up with the answer.
You never found out|what happened to her? lt took me three years,|but l found out.
She was in Australia,|working as a holo-photographer.
- l have to speak with her.
|- You can't.
Damn it, Dad, l have to.
She's dead.
She died in a hovercraft|accident before l tracked her down.
l loved that woman and she loved me.
|l know she did.
Why didn't you tell me about her? l wanted to.
Many times.
|But you were so young when she left.
l grew up.
- That didn't make it easier.
|- That's no excuse.
l know.
l'm sorry.
But you see, you and your stepmother|were so close.
She made you laugh like nobody else.
l didn't want anything|to get in the way of that.
l 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.
l made a mistake.
Yeah.
You did.
ll don't understand why the Prophets|would send you a vision of Sarah.
l 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, l hope the Prophets|keep their noses out of my business.
Are there other secrets|l should know about? Just my gumbo recipe.
|But l'm taking that to my grave.
Colonel, l was just coming to see you.
- What is it?|- Nothing.
l just never thought l'd see a Romulan|eating a "jumja" stick.
l was curious.
- And?|- lt has adistinct flavour.
l can't stand them.
Too sweet.
You should try a Romulan "osol" twist.
|Very tart.
l'll do that.
A squadron of warbirds will arrive|tomorrow morning for refitting.
l'll tell the Chief|to replicate Romulan systems.
Excellent.
l had no idea|Bajorans were so efficient.
Coming from a Romulan,|that's quite a compliment.
One more thing.
- lt's about Bajor's fourth moon.
|- Derna? - lt's uninhabited?|- Last time l checked.
Would your government allow us|to set up a hospital there? Too many wounded are dying|on the way back to Romulus.
- l'll ask the Council of Ministers.
|- l'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.
- ln the right circumstances he will.
|- This is in our favour.
l'll let you do it.
|Will one bottle be enough? Goodbye, Julian.
- Chief.
|- Can l come in? Why? lt'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?|- l enjoyed it.
- Come on, Worf.
l 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.
lt 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.
l 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.
l 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? l'm sure you're right.
- You thinking about Sarah?|- Actually, l was thinking about Jadzia.
She always used to be here|to help me sort things out.
- l miss her.
|- l know you do.
l came out to give you this.
lt was Sarah's.
l want you to have it.
|l think she would have, too.
- Thanks, Dad.
|- There's some writing on the back.
- What's the matter?|- This writing.
lt's ancient Bajoran.
- What does it say?|- l don't know.
But l intend to find out.
l don't understand why Sarah would|have a locket with Bajoran writing on it.
l 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.
|lt says ''Orb of the Emissary''.
l 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? lf you can find it, you might be able|to contact the Prophets.
- l'm going to find it.
|- But where do you begin to look? - Tyree.
|- Why there? Because that's where l 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.
l'll keep that in mind.
- Do you have a moment?|- l do for you.
A Starfleet transport filled with wounded was denied permission to dock|at the Romulan hospital on Derna.
lt may not be equipped|to treat other species.
l thought that until l 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.
l'll look into it.
Defend yourself, Worf! So how do you like convoy duty? l don't.
Good.
l was afraid|you might be getting soft.
l need a first officer|for a dangerous mission.
How dangerous? Dangerous enough to assure Jadzia|a place in "Sto-Vo-Kor.
" ln that case,|you have found your first officer.
Excellent.
- lt will be a great victory.
|- l will make sure of it.
How many clams have you cleaned? A lot.
That was my last batch|but then l got to thinking.
Maybe l'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 l never see another clam|- lt'll be too soon! Whoo! Can l help you? Emissary,|l'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.
Uhactually, it's barbecued shrimp.
|Excuse me.
Where were you? They told me you|were released two hours ago.
l 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.
l don't suppose l can talk you|out of going to Tyree.
- lf 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'.
"|- l 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? lf 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.
|- l've never been more serious.
l'm going to help Jadzia|get into "Sto-Vo-Kor.
" What makes you think|she wants to spend eternity there? l know l certainly wouldn't.
lmagine 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? lt'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 l 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?|- l'm risking my life for a dubious cause.
No,|it means l'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, l don't know what to say.
|l'm touched.
You're both touched.
You want to|get Jadzia into "Sto-Vo-Kor?" Fine, l'm all for it.
But can't you do|something more sensible? Make a donation in her name|or bribe someone.
lt 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.
lt's the 7,000 plasma torpedoes|the Romulans have deployed there.
- ls this true, Senator?|- They are for defensive purposes.
My government doesn't agree.
|Begin evacuation.
- l'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.
l regret not|informing you about our weapons but l 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? - l'm going on vacation.
To Tyree.
|- We're coming with you, Dad.
- Have you both lost your minds?|- lt runs in the family.
- You've obviously already packed.
|- Yes.
l even brought my toothbrush.
Nothing l hate more than|turning away a customer.
- l'm sorry, we're closed.
|- l'm not hungry.
l'm here to see Ben.
You're in luck.
Five more minutes|and he'd have been gone.
Hello, Benjamin.
Do l know you? lt's me.
Dax.