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(MB walks around door with tricorder readings)
MB: No radiation . . . No energy signature . . . Nothing out of the ordinary . . . Doesn't really register at all.
(PG starts to fall apart visually)
MB: Phillipa! (Talking to Carl) Did YOU do that?
Carl: Not my work you are seeing here.
MB: . . . but, we are here for a reason. So do something. Help her.
Carl: You are antagonizing me, because you're pissed at her. Am I right?
(Carl sits back down and picks up newspaper)
Carl: You know, you really should just read the paper. Everything you need to know is right here in black and white.
PG: that infernal paper says I'm dead. But I'm still very much alive.
Carl: Well, that's because THIS (holds newspaper) is tomorrow's news. You're still very much alive TODAY. But, by all means . . . (swinging pocket watch back and forth) continue wasting time.
MB: What happens if she goes through the door?
Carl: She'll be on the other side.
MB: Give me a straight answer.
Carl: The answer follows the question. (gestures with his hands) It's dangerous if it goes the other way.
MB: Is this the cure?
Carl: Goodness gracious, is she sick?
PG: No. THIS is the chance!
Carl: Ahh, now there is an answer.
PG: This is the chance your computer was pointing us to. AND I'm taking it.
Carl: Fair warning, your lovely bracelet will remain safely in the green but there are other ways to die.
MB: This is ridiculous. We're going back to
PG: (cuts her off) No. This is my chance. At least I'll die standing on my feet.
MB: Wait.
PG: NO TIME. Michael, know when to shut the hell up.
(Walks slowly towards door. Opens door, looks back, walks very slowly through the door into another mirror universe - the Terran Empire Universe.)
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