Alan: Look, surely you have an ambulance service here. We need to tell the authorities.

Rafe: I’m the authorities. Such as they are. I’m a sergeant. And as for the rest, Xander heals the sick on Thursdays. No one is going to help us. They’ll bring the evil eye upon themselves if they get involved.

Kore: Alan, go get your car. We’re not going to do anything with the body until tomorrow.

Kore: Farook, what if we took her out to the hills and buried her, no cops, no Xander, just free life. Would she like that?

Rafe: Kore! A little help?

Alan: I’m putting her in the garage to keep her cool.

Rafe: Hold him!

Rafe: How long do we have before Xander comes after us?

Kore: It wasn’t him! He was and still is halfway across the island. It all feels…accidental…

Rafe: Feels? Feels?