Marozi: Did you find what you were looking for?

Kore: Yes.

Marozi: I called my brother. We can catch a boat in eight hours when the tide is in. I’m sick of this. I can’t stay here a day longer.

Kore: Freedom in San Francisco. Return to my old life? The one I built for myself from the wreckage of my hopes.

Kore: Dinner will never be prepared in this house again. The woman’s presence lingers but it’s just a ghost of what was.

Kore: I’m ready. Let’s kill him.