"In Purgatory's Shadow/By Infernos Light" Line-by-Line

Martok: It is the only honourable thing to do.

 

Julian: He'll lose. And in this condition, he might even die.

 

Worf: Then I will die. But I will not yield.

 

Martok: You heard him. Bandage his ribs.

 

[Crawlspace]

(The fibreoptic strands Garak is using as a light source are flickering.)

Garak: I'm sorry, but that's absolutely unacceptable. I'm under enough strain as it is, I can't have you quitting on me. Get a hold of yourself, Garak. After all, you haven't had one of these attacks in years. Yes, this is a tight enclosed space. Yes, there's not a lot of room to move. But a disciplined mind does not allow itself to be sidetracked by niggling psychological disorders like claustrophobia. Besides, this isn't like Tzenketh. The walls won't collapse in on you. Your friends are near by, there's plenty of air, so there's nothing to be concerned about. Focus on the job. You're the only person who can contact the runabout. People are depending on you. Ziyal is depending on you. You promised her you'd come back, and that young lady has had quite enough disappointments in her life without you adding to them, so control yourself. You're stronger than this. A disciplined mind

(And the light goes out)

 

(Barracks)


Julian: I'm afraid that's the best I can do. Does it feel any better?

 

WORF: Much better.

 

Julian: You're not a very good liar, Mr. Worf.

(Bang! Thump! Thump!)

 

MARTOK: What was that?

 

Worf: It's coming from inside the wall.

 

Bashir: Garak.

 

MARTOK: How long has he been in there?

 

BASHIR: About half an hour. Garak? Garak, what is it?

 

MARTOK: Tell him to stop before they hear him!

 

BASHIR: Garak, the panel's open now. You can come out. We've got to get him out of there.

[Crawlspace]

BASHIR: Garak. Garak, you have to stop. You're making too much noise. Garak. Garak.

 

GARAK: The light... the light went out.

 

BASHIR: I know. Come on. I think you can take your break a little early.

[Barracks]

(Garak is put to bed, eyes staring.)
BASHIR: It would appear that he suffers from an acute form of claustrophobia. It's a wonder that he lasted as long as he did.

 

WORF: Then one of us will have to finish reconfiguring the transmitter.

 

Bashir: And who would you suggest could do that? (silence) Exactly.

 

MARTOK: If Garak can't contact the runabout, we're not going anywhere.