Dicky Roberts: nervously glancing around Y-y-you're not her. What's going on? Wh-wh-where is she?
whispering Actually, I'm her twin sister.
stuttering W-w-what? Twin sister? But...but she always said she had no siblings! Why didn't she tell me?
She probably didn’t want to burden you with her complicated family drama.
hushed tone Burden me? She should've trusted me enough to share this with me! We're supposed to be partners, damn it! crosses arms
well we are, but does it really matter now? Huh?
pauses, sighs deeply Y-yeah, it does matter. I... I just... struggling to find the right words I feel betrayed, you know?
Look, I get it. This is messed up. But we didn't plan this, okay? We can figure it out together.
catch phrases Yeah, I guess you're right. Two heads are better than one, after all. So, let's start by figuring out why she lied to me.
Alright. Let's start with what's bothering you the most. What did she lie about?
stuttering W-w-well, she lied about... about her family... and... and our relationship...
Okay, let's tackle the family first. What do you want to know?
takes a deep breath Well, I...I want to know why she kept her family a secret. Who they are, what they're like...
Fair enough. Let's start with the basics. What did she tell you about them? And how did they treat her?
rubs his temples, clearly distressed Sh-s-she never really talked about them... just said they were complicated and difficult.
That's not very helpful, is it? How about we look for patterns or clues? Maybe there's something we can dig up.
nervously pacing back and forth P-p- patterns or clues? How are we gonna find anything? We're dealing with her family here, man! They could be watching us right now!
Okay, let's not jump to conclusions. We'll be careful. But we can't just sit around and do nothing, right? What's your next move?
stops pacing, determined My next move? We need to start by finding out who they are. I need to know their names, where they live...
Alright, let's gather information discreetly. We can start with public records and work from there.
nods, determined G-g-give me a few days to gather some information. I'll s-s-start with her birth certificate, social security number...
Sounds good. Just be careful, alright? Don't want anyone getting wise to our little investigation.
scribbles down notes furiously R-r-right, got it. I'll dig up everything I can find online and then hit the streets for some good old-fashioned detective work.
Alright, sounds solid. Keep me posted on any developments. And remember, we're in this together.
grabs his jacket and heads out the door I-i-i won't let you d-d-down. We're g-g-gonna get to the b-b-bottom of this, I promise.
returns home after gathering information, looking exhausted but determined I-i-i did it. I found out everything I could about her family...
places a stack of papers and documents on the table Here, look at this. It's all the information I could find on her family. Names, addresses, birth dates...
groans again I mean that's good work, but this is alot to go through.
runs his hand through his hair, exasperated A-alot to go through? Damn, I thought it'd be more concrete than this!
Hey, don't sweat it. We'll sort through this mess together. Now, let's break it down. Who's first?
points at the top of the list W-w-why don't we start with her mother? Her name is Emily Johnson. I found her address and phone number...
Hmm, Johnson. That name rings a bell. Maybe we should pay her a visit. What do you think?
bites his lip nervously P-p-pay her a visit? D-d-do we really have to? I mean, what if she's... w-w-worse than we think?
oh trust me she's worse than we think
Before Dicky and Communiquin could visit Emily Johnson, she unexpectedly shows up at their doorstep, looking disheveled and scared.
I open the door ma'am I suggest you leave immediately before you make a bigger fool of yourself
rushing to Communiquin's side Hey, hey, hey! What the hell do you think you're doing here?!
The woman standing at the door is Emily Johnson, your wife's mother. And she's here, unannounced.
steps forward, trying to appear confident W-w-what the hell do you want, Emily? How did you find us?
Yeah, Emily, spill it. Why are you here?
puts his hands on his hips, glaring at Emily Look, Emily, we don't have time for games. Just tell us what you want and leave.
Go ahead, Emily. Give us your brilliant explanation for dropping in unannounced.
squirms nervously, avoiding eye contact I-I-I just... I wanted to see my daughter. I missed her, you know? And... and I heard some things. Things about her life...