The Metaphysical Engine, or What Quill Did, by Patrick Ness
Original Airdate: 26 November 2016
(Straight on from Quill locking the team in the classroom and walking off down the corridor.)
(Dorothea is in jodhpurs and riding boots.)
QUILL: Is that what you're wearing? Is that what you are?
DOROTHEA: They'll stay in the classroom? Don't want them trying to solve any mysteries while we're away.
QUILL: Oh, they're such goody-two-shoes, they'd probably stay in there without a key or a teacher. Now, come on, are we leaving or aren't we?
DOROTHEA: Are you really so eager? The chances of you surviving this are
QUILL: I'll either end today dead or with this thing out of my skull.
DOROTHEA: Are you entirely sure about that? The Arn knows your thoughts, yes?
DOROTHEA: Then it knows you want it out. And surely the only reason it hasn't killed you already is that you yourself don't believe that this will work.
QUILL: What are you getting at?
DOROTHEA: At some point today, should everything go according to plan, there will come a moment when you start to believe.
QUILL: And when that happens?
DOROTHEA: There will be no going back. You really will either end today dead or with your freedom.
QUILL: Then let's begin. I wish to be free.
DOROTHEA: And who, I wonder, is Quill when she's free?
QUILL: I am war itself.
(After the opening titles, Dorothea closes the hunter-case of a very nice pocket-watch.)
QUILL: What exactly are we waiting for?
(Whoosh, and a light on the floor.)
DOROTHEA: Ah, there he is.
(A set of Star Gate teleport Rings deposits a cloaked, kneeling figure, wrists bound in front of him.)
DOROTHEA: You're late.
QUILL: The Governors keep alien prisoners? Does UNIT know about this?
(Dorothea uses a small baton to unlock the handcuffs.)
QUILL: Who is this person?
DOROTHEA: Quill, Ballon. Ballon, Quill. That's all either of you need to know for now.
BALLON: Stay out of my way.
QUILL: You stay out of mine.
(Dorothea takes a gizmo out of her rucksack.)
QUILL: What's that?
DOROTHEA: Very old technology,which, I confess, I don't fully understand. It's quite unstable. Liable to kill us all at any moment.
(She turns a band near the top, which then springs open.)
QUILL: Is that why they sent you? Expendable?
((The gizmo lights up, and rattles like clockwork. Dorothea puts it on the floor in the middle of the three.)
DOROTHEA: Three two one
(Energy lances out to their chests, then they are apparently dragged into the gizmo, which vanishes with a boom! Dorothea, Quill and Ballon are now inside the gizmo which is travelling very fast and shaking somewhat.)
(Quill wakes up on a bed of autumnal coloured leaves and ferns. Something bellows in the distance. She feels sick.)
DOROTHEA: I know. Me, too. There'll be a period of adjustment.
QUILL: Oh, what the hell just happened?
DOROTHEA: (holding the gizmo) Kind of atomic fuzzing. Makes us quite nearly not exist in the traditional sense, but it can take one to the most extraordinary places. Gosh!
QUILL: Right. Well, if you ever do something like that again without warning me, I will pluck the eyelids from your screaming face.
BALLON: Interesting company we make.
(They head off up a slope. Small carnivorous plants close up as they approach.)
QUILL: We didn't get buzzed atomically to the Peak District, did we? Because, you know, there are trains for that!
DOROTHEA: Oh, my, no.
QUILL: Okay. I'll just ask Where are we, O wise head teacher and mistress of nauseating space travel?
DOROTHEA: Someplace wonderful.
BALLON: Shh. They're near.
QUILL: Who? Can't hear anything.
BALLON: She said you were meant to be a soldier.
DOROTHEA: Now, we're flying a little blind here, but our best zoological thinking is that you need to talk about your childhood.
DOROTHEA: What are your first memories? Quickly! It feeds on those.We think it'll come hunting.
BALLON: Your first memory!
DOROTHEA: Shedding your quills?
DOROTHEA: Suckling in the nest?
BALLON: I can sense them moving away. Now, soldier, now! Quickly!
QUILL: The, the death of our mother! Well, birth is the last thing that a Quill does, right? She gives birth to her litter and dies. And then, her body
DOROTHEA: And then you eat it, don't you?
DOROTHEA: For nourishment?
QUILL: Yes, yes! A contemptible tradition, and medically unnecessary in modern times, but there are archaic cultural pressures, all right?
BALLON: That's enough. They're coming.
(Ballon roars and charges forward. Dorothea readies her pistol. Ballon comes rolling back past them, then walk back up the hill holding something in its hand. Dorothea keeps her gun trained on it.)
QUILL: That's it?
BALLON: It's stronger than it looks.
QUILL: Well, what was all the, argh? That's the size of a kitten.
BALLON: Are kittens dangerous?
QUILL: Only if you insult their worshippers online.
DOROTHEA: Are we safe?
QUILL: Are you kidding me?
BALLON: We're safe, it's dead.
QUILL: For. Enough! (shouts) Where are we? Who is this Little Lord Growls-A-Lot and why are we all so bothered that he just killed a kitten?
(Dorothea holds up the limp little six-legged body.)
DOROTHEA: Oh, yes.
QUILL: That is impossible.
DOROTHEA: Indeed. We are in the birthing grounds of the Arn. We need the pheromones of a fresh specimen to calm the one in your head enough for the procedure.
QUILL: What procedure?
(Dorothea puts the corpse into a plastic bag.)
QUILL: No. No, the Arn are a grown life form. They're genetically modified. They don't live in some forest.
DOROTHEA: Those are the facts that everyone knows to be true but it's not, apparently, what the Arn believe.
QUILL: What the Arn believe?
(Dorothea readies the gizmo again.)
DOROTHEA: All right. This, as best we can tell, is a metaphysical engine.
QUILL: Metaphysics? Metaphysics aren't real, it's just thought.
DOROTHEA: Thought, yes. Everything in the universe is conserved. Everything, even belief. Get millions of creatures believing something strongly enough for long enough, and even space responds. You are quite right that the Arn weren't exactly wild creatures, but parts of them were and they dream like us of what comes after.
QUILL: I'm sorry, are you actually saying that we are stood in Arn heaven?
DOROTHEA: Don't be ridiculous.
QUILL: Good, because
DOROTHEA: We're in the idea of it. The belief itself, making it so.
QUILL: You are absolutely in (touches her head) It just moved. That's the first time it's ever moved without hurting.
DOROTHEA: You see? It believes.
QUILL: All right.
BALLON: How many times have you travelled on this device?
QUILL: Headmistress? Headmistress!
DOROTHEA: This is my first actual time, though we've run several simulations.
QUILL + BALLON: Your first?
DOROTHEA: I've been fully briefed. I know what I'm doing
[Inside the Metaphysical Engine]
QUILL: Okay, so, basically, we're in the hands of a learner driver.
DOROTHEA: You're in the hands of the only one of us who's done the research on how to stay alive while using it.
QUILL: I mean, this is like a geek vomited.
DOROTHEA: The Governors study the tears in space and time at Coal Hill. There are those who think the tears aren't accidental, that they were placed there to provide for those who will listen. Coal Hill provides. It always provides.
QUILL: And what do you get out of this, then?
BALLON: My freedom.
DOROTHEA: And who is Ballon when he is free, I wonder?
QUILL: Some kind of hunter, I reckon.
DOROTHEA: Oh, no, no, my dear. He's your surgeon.
QUILL: You can't get an Arn out through surgery.
DOROTHEA: You can, if the surgeon is a shape-shifter. That's the theory, anyway.
QUILL: Shape-shifter, eh? I've heard of you on Earth. Yeah, you're a Zygoat.
BALLON: I am a Law
DOROTHEA: Who was posing as a Zygon.
QUILL: One shape-shifter posing as another, eh? That's meta.
DOROTHEA: It is a fine way to hide. Zygons are protected on Earth.
QUILL: So what did you do?
BALLON: You are on this trip as well, Quill. What did you do?
QUILL: I'm a victim of circumstance.
BALLON: As am I.
DOROTHEA: Yes. I'm sure the families of the people you both murdered would be happy to consider themselves a circumstance.
BALLON: No one was supposed to die.
(A ringing sound makes Ballon groan.)
DOROTHEA: Remember what I promised you. Ask yourself, what would being unfrozen mean to you?
BALLON: Everything! But why?
(Dorothea switches on her torch to reveal chained stone sculptures in a big dusty hall.)
BALLON: No! This isn't real.
DOROTHEA: Does no one listento the posh any more? No, it is not real, but, yes, we are really here.
QUILL: Oh, God, where?
BALLON: This is Lawabthris.
DOROTHEA: Law hell, more or less. Isn't it amazing?
QUILL: Surprisingly quiet, for a hell.
BALLON: An awful, awful quiet. We are creatures that flow. We live in the constant flow.
QUILL: And this is the opposite of flowing.
BALLON: A punishment I already suffer. You said the second step was the retrieval of the key.
(A beast roars nearby.)
BALLON: No. No!
QUILL: This seems cruel, even for you.
DOROTHEA: His hands need to shift to get into your brain. For that I need a key to unlock them. But it is impossible to reverse the freezing of a shape-shifter
QUILL: Except in an impossible place. So, what's this key then?
BALLON: It's the blood of our god.
(He flees from the roaring beast. The women follow his example.)
QUILL: What, we're supposed to getthe blood of a god?
DOROTHEA: That's the theory!
QUILL: You just say theory again, I dare you!
QUILL: Get up!
DOROTHEA: You'll have to do it alone. There is a special knife
QUILL: Whoa! No. No, no, I can't use knives, remember? That is the whole point of this trip!
DOROTHEA: Oh. Oh, dear, that was an oversight.
(The thing is very near.)
QUILL: What can I do? Soldier, tell me what I need to do! Listen to me. Listen to me. In Quill, we call this the first fear. This is the one you always go back to and the one you can't face, and everyone has it, everyone, even Quill.
BALLON: Law, we call it cowardice.
QUILL: No, that is not true. A soldier without fear is useless, inefficient. They win battles but they lose wars.
BALLON: How can we overcome it?
DOROTHEA: Hopefully quickly.
(Quill helps Ballon stand. Dorothea holds out an ornate knife.)
QUILL: Yeah, we'll need that. Come on!
(Their foe is a ball of blazing light.)
QUILL: Oh! Oh, I don't even have a shot! Hold the knife out. Hold it out! I will be your arms, soldier!
(While they both shout, Dorothea makes verbal notes.)
DOROTHEA: Medical degradation seems at least fifty percent faster than originally theorised. Request further information from the
(The creatures snarls.)
DOROTHEA: This won't look good on the report.
(Ballon and Quill walk up behind her.)
(Quill is holding a piece of black rock.)
QUILL: It thought we were already statues.
QUILL: So, is that how you Law see the rest of us then? Like we're pretty much already dead?
(Dorothea holds out a plastic bag and Quill drops the rock into it.)
DOROTHEA: Now we can unfreeze your hands.
QUILL: It's, er, been too long since I've fought side-by-side with an actual soldier.
BALLON: Yes. For me, too.
(He walks off.)
QUILL: Oh, right. Yeah, sure, you're welcome. (grabs her head) Ah! That hurt!
DOROTHEA: You're starting to believe this might work, which means this really is your last chance to turn back. From here on, there is only death or freedom.
QUILL: An unfree life isn't a life. So, come on, where to next?
DOROTHEA: You wouldn't believe me.
[Inside the Metaphysical Engine]
QUILL: Will you just stop doing that? Whoa!
DOROTHEA: I don't know how long we're going to last.
QUILL: Why? How far is where we're going? What, you, you have to check your notes? How, how did you even get picked for this?
DOROTHEA: I volunteered. I had to fight to convince the Governors that we should continue at all. No one else was all that committed to saving you, Quill. Is that such a surprise?
QUILL: No, not really.
DOROTHEA: Now, if you'll just let me read my notes.
BALLON: The Arn sits on your midbrain, yet I'm still missing the pathway there.
DOROTHEA: And as all Quill brains were destroyed on Rhodia, and you're using yours at the moment
QUILL: Where are you going to find a Quill brain? No, our afterlife myth, that died out, like, a thousand years ago!
DOROTHEA: Let us hope not, or this will be a very short trip.
(The bell heralds a landing)
QUILL: Oh! Oh, dammit!
(Light is filtered through a vaulted ceiling of tree ferns.)
BALLON: So, where is this exactly?
DOROTHEA: Well, our information isn't omniscient, but if our theory
QUILL: Oh, for If you say theory again, I swear to this guy's god, I'm
DOROTHEA: It is correct. This is where the Quill goddess is about to be born.
BALLON: So this is your heaven?
QUILL: Oh, right. Well, excuse me, statue boy, but we only believed in all this before we realised that the only thing out there protecting us was us. Huh! No goddess in a Quill nest looking out for our best interest.
DOROTHEA: It's so sad you think that's what belief is.
QUILL: And do I really need to do to you two what I did to those very nice people who no longer come to my front door?
(The ground rumbles.)
BALLON: What's happening?
QUILL: Oh, for. Okay, so this is a Quill nest. This is the first Quill nest, allegedly. The Quill goddess is supposed to emerge from the underworld
DOROTHEA: Where she has been trapped. Isn't that correct?
QUILL: And she rises with
DOROTHEA: Fury and venom, according to the text we have. Oh, how exciting!
QUILL: Yeah, I'm beginning to think you don't know as much about my people as you think you do.
(A being with two very long claws for hands emerges.)
DOROTHEA: Well, get to it.
(Ballon attacks, and is slapped aside. Quill kicks its back to attract its attention.)
(She gets picked up by the neck.)
QUILL: You don't deserve my belief! Do you know how oppressed Quill have been for centuries? We died, and died again, Aand where were you? I should rip your head offf or even daring to exist! Do it! I was a soldier and you weren't there to stop them taking that from me, and where am I now, hey?
(Her goddess puts her down gently.)
QUILL: What? What are you saying?
(Ballon leaps on the goddess's back and starts stabbing her..)
QUILL: Stop! No, stop! No! Stop!
(Ballon kills the goddess.)
QUILL: No! I I think she was about to speak to me! I could have been the first Quill ever who
BALLON: Would you really want to hear what your god would say?
QUILL: Well, as a matter of fact, yeah!
BALLON: If it meant
BALLON: That you would have to believe in her? If it meant that you would have to worship her? That you would have to change everything you think about yourself, about your universe?
QUILL: But you believe!
BALLON: I always have. It's part of who I am. Your self has already formed.
QUILL: Yeah, well, we didn't decapitate your god, did we? No, we just took a blood sample.
BALLON: If she's right, if this is a metaphysical place, your goddess will rise again. She will always be born. All gods are. I thought perhaps that she was your first fear. I thought perhaps you needed the arm of a, a fellow soldier.
(Dorothea has been knocked out.)
(Later, Quill opens Dorothea's rucksack.)
QUILL: Why don't you just use that blood to unfreeze yourself?
BALLON: There's not nearly enough. I don't see why you
QUILL: Well, we, we start in the nest, we end in the nest. It's, it's our way.
BALLON: But this isn't even your real goddess.
QUILL: Yeah, well, that wasn't your real devil, but you were still petrified of it.
BALLON: Because it could still freeze me for ever in one shape. It's a fate worse than your death.
QUILL: The fate you're in now.
BALLON: I was caught as I shifted. I'm neither one thing nor the other. Their punishment was doubly unjust.
QUILL: You killed people.
BALLON: (sighs) Look, my planet was attacked by an enemy we could not hope to fight. I lost everything. The Law I loved. The rest of my family scattered. We'd intended to meet on Earth, to seek sanctuary there together, but when I arrived I found neither them nor any form of welcome.
QUILL: We have a poet on Earth, and she says no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.
BALLON: I did not mean for anyone to die. I'd just arrived. I was starving. It was the home of a family. When they caught me, monster, they said. Freak, they said. They beat me.They would have beaten me to death.
QUILL: So you killed them.
BALLON: I did not mean to. I'd heard of UNIT. All arriving refugees do. I thought I'd be arrested, but the Governors got to me first, and ruined me.
QUILL: But now they're setting you free.
BALLON: If I can get that thing out of your head without your death.
QUILL: Sounds cheering. I er lost the Quill I loved.
BALLON: He was killed in the destruction of your planet?
QUILL: No. No, he was killed in the war with my enemies. He died in the same battle that they arrested me. Took him from me. And took my will. And you know what they did next? The worst thing they did? Made me used to it. I shout my power. I shout my toughness and my danger, but I'm shouting it to children. It's like they just, they just amputated the essential part of who I was. Who I am.
BALLON: You were frozen, too. I'm sorry.
QUILL: I don't want your pity.
BALLON: I do not offer you pity. I offer you shared sorrow. What a soldier would ask next is, how do I make them pay?
QUILL: Yeah, and that is par tof my problem. 'Cos they've gone. All of them. Without being made to pay for their crime. All but one. (pain in head)
BALLON: You okay?
QUILL: No. No, I don't think I am. I think I just started to believe that this might work.
DOROTHEA: What hap? You got its head?
BALLON: Her head. And, yes.
DOROTHEA: What's wrong?
BALLON: It's the Arn. It's fighting her.
DOROTHEA: Then we're out of time.
(Dorothea activates the Metaphysical Engine.)
QUILL: Oh, good. My own personal hell.
BALLON: No No, no, this is inappropriate. It's not sterile. It's not antiseptic
DOROTHEA: But it is a place I can control. I suggest you get started quickly.
(He pushes over the music stands on the stage.)
QUILL: Oh, are you not staying to watch me die?
DOROTHEA: The mission didn't go as planned. I'll have to explain.
QUILL: Ah, yes, your mysterious Governors. Argh!
DOROTHEA: There are bigger things in the universe than this life. Hidden things we can't even imagine. And if a place can be created from belief, if a goddess
QUILL: Then what else might you be able to make if you just believe hard enough?
DOROTHEA: Try not to die. You are intriguing.
(Dorothea runs out. Ballon has laid out their trophies.)
BALLON: Pheromones of Arn The blood of my god. And a Quill brain.
(He shape-shifts his finger and inserts it into the goddess's skull, then withdraws it again. Quill is lying on the floor.)
BALLON: It works, in theory. I will shift my finger to avoid nerves.
BALLON: There will be some pain as the Arn comes out.
QUILL: How much pain?
BALLON: Would you turn back now if you knew?
QUILL: No. Ah!
(He extends a thin scalpel towards her left eye.)
BALLON: This will be horrible.
(And inserts it.)
BALLON: I've found the Arn. You have to be very still. It's releasing. Here it comes.
(Ballon is thrown back as the Arn appears in her eye.)
QUILL: Argh! Get it out, get it out!
(He grabs it, throws it across the room then stomps on it. Quill is screaming. He gets more of his devil's blood.)
BALLON: Quill, Quill! Look at me. Look at me. We're about to do a sacred thing.
QUILL: Oh, great. Just do it quick! Please!
(He holds his hand over the hole in her face and heals it.)
QUILL: How can I still see? How do I still have my eye? I
BALLON: The blood of my devil, as you call him, allowed me to manipulate your flesh. Though, you are scarred.
QUILL: Oh, yeah. Well, what good is a soldier without a scar?
(A vertical one running through her eye socket. Ballon helps her stand up. Quill walks over to the Arn and starts hitting it.)
QUILL: Quill celebrate victory in battle in a certain way.
BALLON: Heh. All species say that. All are lying.
(Quill kisses him, long and hard.)
BALLON: It has been too long since I was close to someone.
QUILL: Oh, don't worry about it. The last person I kissed was a robot. Mmm
BALLON: It's made me coarse, unshifting, like this form I wear.
QUILL: Yeah. Yeah, we do wear forms, you and I, don't we?
BALLON: All I want is to be free.
QUILL: I want that, too.
(After their love-making, Quill strokes some of his many scars. There is sand on the floor. They leave the hall and open an external door. It is a desert.)
DOROTHEA: A place you recognise, perhaps?
QUILL: No. Where are we? Where's the school gone?
DOROTHEA: You were never there, I'm afraid. A hologram. We had to come to here, but the chances of you reacting badly were rather high. This is the closest to Rhodian soil we could find. Increased the survival chances of the surgery by nearly four percent.
QUILL: We're in the Cabinet of Souls.
BALLON: We're in a cabinet?
QUILL: Oh yes. It's way bigger on the inside.
DOROTHEA: And so beautiful. Wish I hadn't had to leave.
DOROTHEA: (referring to herself) Another hologram, I'm afraid. The reliquary really is dying. I had to come home or there was a chance I would never get back. Though I did send you back a present. Go ahead, open it.
(Quill opens the black box at Holo-Dorothea's feet, and gasps.)
DOROTHEA: A Quill needs her gun. Ah ah, not yet, I'm afraid. You have a mighty dilemma facing you. Both of you. Ever Upward Reach calculated an eighty five percent chance only one of you would survive the trip. You've already beaten some pretty long odds, but, unfortunately, that ends now. Despite my arguing, the Governors have voted. There's only enough energy in the reliquary for one of you to return. If it's any comfort, the decision at least is yours.
QUILL: What, you're leaving one of us here to die?
BALLON: You're breaking your word. So we're supposed to, what, agree to die so the other lives?
DOROTHEA: It's not what I wanted, I assure you. In another life, you and I could have been great friends, Miss Quill.
QUILL: Oh, I'd rather swim in my own vomit.
DOROTHEA: Regardless, the little we know of both your species suggests a fight to the death. But again, up to you.
BALLON: I just saved her life. I will not now take it.
DOROTHEA: There's something else I need to tell you. It turns out there is another Law on Earth. Your niece.
BALLON: Wait. She's alive? No. This is a lie. I never sensed another Law.
DOROTHEA: I have been assured that she is alive and well and waiting for you, if you return.
BALLON: No. We will not fight each other.
DOROTHEA: You will never be free unless you do! Never return from this living death! Never see your family again! And you, a Quill with the greatest weapon her people ever made, enough to force a certain Prince to wipe the Shadow Kin from the grinning, smirking face of the universe, you say you are war itself. Now you actually can be. I have been told to say the gun is set for open firing, but don't delay. Time passes differently here. You may awake tomorrow and find you are already old.
(The hologram disappears.)
(Ballon gets to the gun first and they fight. This conflict intersperses their dialogue.)
BALLON: I have been imprisoned for too long.
QUILL: Yes, so have I.
BALLON: My family.
QUILL: You don't know if that's even true.
BALLON: Is that not a risk you would take yourself?
QUILL: It's a risk I would take for a fellow soldier. We just fought side-by-side.
BALLON: I know.
QUILL: If you have no loyalty on the battlefield
BALLON: I know! But if a soldier isn't fighting for the safety of his family, why does he fight at all? I'm sorry.
QUILL:That's a sorrow I share.
(Quill gets a stranglehold on Ballon.)
BALLON: Stop. Stop.
(Quill releases him. He picks up the gun.)
QUILL: So you really believe she's going to set you free.
BALLON: I have to take that chance. Look away.
QUILL: I will not. Do it.
BALLON: Forgive me.
QUILL: Oh, I do.
(Ballon pulls the trigger, and dies.)
QUILL: No! She did it. She set the gun. No!
(She cradles him in her arms, and cries. Later, she marks a tiny cairn of cobbles with the knife, puts the plastic bag containing the Arn in her coat pocket and picks up the gun. The Rhodian souls fall as light beams.)
QUILL: Ah, now you come. Ha! You come to see me grieve!
(She grabs one of the souls and cries out, then releases it, noticing that her hair has grown four inches or so.)
QUILL: Time passes differently here. How much of my life am I losing? You just keep taking. Is that all you ever did? But I fought you and I will still fight you. Because you know what? I am free. I am free and you are not the last. There is one of you still living. Show me the way out.
(The Cabinet opens its doors and she struggles through the opening into the home she shares with Charlie.)
QUILL [OC]: I suffered in your home world and I have suffered in your heaven, but I will suffer no more. No more! Because I, I am war itself!
(Loud, frightened voices from inside the room. Quill steps through the door and blasts the rock to pieces.)
QUILL: You can't even handle detention right.
CHARLIE: How can, how can you?
QUILL: I'm in no mood to talk.
RAM: I'm, I'm gone!
(Ram runs out.)
TANYA: Aren't you going to go after him?
TANYA: But if the rock was making us angry, then
APRIL: You'll understand when you get a boyfriend.
TANYA: And there it is!
APRIL: (sotto) Why do we rely on other people?
CHARLIE: How can you fire a gun?
QUILL: You do not want to talk to me after the day I've had.
CHARLIE: Day? You've only been gone forty five minutes.
QUILL: Really? It seemed like a lifetime.
MATTEUSZ: What's happened to your eye and your hair?
CHARLIE: And how can you fire a gun?
QUILL: I just saved you, didn't I? Isn't that my punishment?
QUILL: Yeah, well, consider it my last favour, Prince.
(She throws the plastic bag at Charlie.)
QUILL: It's the Arn. I'm no longer your slave, Prince. I have my free will back, and I have my gun.
(The gun powers up.)
QUILL: And things, oh, yeah, things are going to change around here.
(Quill collapses. Charlie grabs the gun and points it at Quill.)
MATTEUSZ: No. No, it can't be.
(Quill's belly is swollen.)
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