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: Let's make a deal, Doctor: I'll spare you the 'ends justify the means'-speech and you spare me the 'we must do what's right'-speech. You and I are not going to see eye to eye on this subject, so I suggest we stop discussing it.
Dr. Julian Bashir
: You're taking quite a risk. I could have a security team here in thirty seconds. Sloan
: I suspect you'd be unable to communicate with anyone outside of this room. Dr. Julian Bashir
: I could scream for help. Sloan
: Possible, but uncharacteristic. I mean, screaming for help, that's... that's too undignified for you. But don't let me stop you. I enjoy being wrong.
: The phrase 'never say die' is originally from a nineteenth century poem based on Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. Now, it's since passed into the vernacular as a... as an exhortation never to give up, no matter the cost.
[Dr. Bashir has given a medical presentation
: Very enlightening. You almost made it comprehensible. Dr. Julian Bashir
: Next time, I'll do the lecture with hand puppets, just for you.
: Federation needs men like you, Doctor - men of conscience, men of principle, men who can sleep at night. You're also the reason Section 31 exists. Someone has to protect men like you from a universe that doesn't share your sense of right and wrong.
Dr. Julian Bashir
: How many times do I have to tell you, Sloan? I don't work for you. Sloan
: You will. It's in your nature. You are a man who loves secrets - medical, personal, fictional. And I am a man of secrets.
[Bashir is being investigated by Section 31
] Doctor Bashir
: What does Section 31 do, apart from kidnapping Starfleet officers? Sloan
: We search out and identify potential dangers to the Federation. Doctor Bashir
: And once identified? Sloan
: We deal with them. Doctor Bashir
: How? Sloan
: We're on the same team. We believe in the same principles that every other Federation citizen holds dear. Doctor Bashir
: And yet you violate those principles as a matter of course. Sloan
: In order to protect them. Doctor Bashir
: Well, I'm sorry, but the ends don't always justify the means. Sloan
: Really? - How many lives do you suppose you've saved in your medical career? Doctor Bashir
: What has that got to do with anything? Sloan
: 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.
: [referring to Bashir's solitary confinement when he was a prisoner of the Dominion
] Did you meet with anyone during that week? Doctor Bashir
: I was alone. Sloan
: You're sure about that? Doctor Bashir
: Wait, um, let me think... Was I alone in solitary? Yes - I think I was.
: 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 gonna get the truth out of you, and when I'm done, I'm gonna take whatever is left of you and I'm gonna lock it away.
: What if I decide to expose you? Sloan
: Let's just say, I'm not gonna lose any sleep over it.
: Romulan mind probes. They're not the most pleasant of devices, but they're very efficient. Sloan
: They're also illegal in the Federation. Doctor Bashir
: Oh, I hope you can appreciate the irony of that statement.
: [to Bashir
] I misread you. I thought you were just a misguided idealist. But you're a dangerous man. People like you would destroy the Federation if given a chance. Fortunately, there are people like me who will die to protect it.
: [saying his farewells to his family
] As I stand here, reunited with my friends and my family for one last time, I want you, the people I love, to know just how sorry I am for all the pain that I've caused you. I dedicated my life to the preservation and the protection of the Federation. This duty, which I carried out to the best of my ability, took precedence over everything else - my parents, my wife, my children. I lived in a world of secrets - of sabotage and deceit. I spent so much time erasing my movements, covering my tracks, that now, as I look back on my life, I find nothing. It's as if I never really existed. I cheated you all out of being in my life. And what's more, I cheated myself as well. Now, I know a simple apology won't change that. Still, I feel the need to apologize anyway. No tears please. My death isn't a tragedy; it's a celebration. In death I can finally step out of the shadows and prove to myself that I existed - that I lived.