Where's Solara? Out there... her choice. I tried to... bring her back. She refused. What...

Claudia: [brought in to Carnegie's office] Where's Solara? Carnegie: Out there... her choice. I tried to... bring her back. She refused. Claudia: What did you do that she refused? Carnegie: [pushes the braille book toward her] Read it. Claudia: What did you do to my daughter? Carnegie: [raising his voice] Read it! Claudia: [shouting and slamming her hands down on the desk] What did you do to my daughter? [Claudia's hands brush the braille writing. She realizes why Carnegie needs her to read the book and smiles] Carnegie: You can start any time. Claudia: [pushing the book away from her] Sorry. It's been so long, I don't remember. Carnegie: [pushes the book back to her] Read it... Claudia: [smiling vindictively] Do I have to? Really? Carnegie: [pleading now] No, you have to... please...! Claudia: Your leg. Carnegie: It doesn't hurt anymore. Claudia: I can smell it. [Claudia feels her away around the desk and stretches her hand out toward Carnegie, reaching to touch his head. He leans forward and touches his forehead to her hand] Claudia: You worked so hard for that book. You sacrificed so much, so many men. More than you could spare. [Claudia starts to lean her face in toward Carnegie, almost nose-to-nose with him] Claudia: Now, all those people who were too scared to even say your name, they're downstairs, tearing up the bar right now, did you know that? And there's no one there to stop them. And you're *feverish.* [she pushes his head away and straightens up, smiling in satisfaction] Claudia: I can't imagine what it must feel like to have what you want so close, and it might as well be a million miles away. Carnegie: [as Claudia starts to leave] Stop it!... are you leaving me? Claudia! [Claudia keeps walking away, not answering] Carnegie: Claudia!