Allyson: Say, hadn't you better be calling my ride off this rock? I hate to put stitches in her face, but it's got to be done.

Allyson: I'm no plastic surgeon. But tape and glue won't hold that together.

Allyson: She's not even flinching this close to the eye--Kore are you still with us?

Kore: Yes.

Allyson: You're making my job easy.

Allyson: Start coughing up the goods, James. Tea?

Marozi: Uh, sure.

Allyson: I don't know about pawning these, but I'll manage. Oh yes...

Allyson: Diamonds? Where do you get diamonds? I know your alchemy was going well for gold, but...

Marozi: Oh all around, hehe, if you look you can find them on the ground.

Allyson: I'll have to keep an eye open then.

Narration(Marozi): Evidently the fact that diamonds don't pop out of the ground cut and faceted, is a point she's not acquainted with.

Allyson Maybe we can go in business together James. I'll get a good fence for these, I've got my contacts. We'll keep in touch.

Marozi: Thank you for the tea.

Narration(Marozi): I've probably just made the dumbest mistake I've made in years...or has he?

Narration(Marozi): Hours later, as the sun begins to rise, Allyson leaves with Adrien. With her little package of cloth-wrapped sparklers. A costumed Puritan in green. Face firmly set toward freedom.

Narration(Marozi): Determined to forget what has passed behind her...everything.