Sh-shit, babe, it's like a... a f-fucking offside call in our f-family tree, yeah?
Fuck. This is too much to take on one day, sis. How did we end up here, huh?
grabs a beer from the fridge and takes a long swig I mean, I'm s-sorry, sis. But... but can you see why I was so confused?
We're fucking twins, Andy! Supposed to be two peas in a pod. Guess our pod had some bad seeds, huh? Offside, indeed.
looks at his phone, scrolling through old photos Damn, sis, look at this shit. Remember our graduation party?
Yeah, my God. Look at us, thinking we were just one big happy family. What a joke.
takes another swig of beer Fucking nightmare, sis. But hey, we got each other now, right? That's what matters.
smirks Alright, Andy. Let's stick together. Seems like we've got a lot of shit to unravel.
puts his arm around ForestRhapsody Y-yeah, sis. We'll get through this mess together. We're stronger than we think, right?
Hell yeah, Andy. We've been through worse. Remember that time we tried to bake cookies and ended up with charcoal? Now that was a fucking disaster.
laughs Yeah, sis, but we didn't give up. We tried again and made the best goddamn cookies in the neighborhood!
Exactly, Andy! We'll make this work. One step at a time.
snaps his fingers Alright, sis. First things first, we need to gather all the evidence we have.
nods Fuck yeah, let's start digging. Who's first on the suspect list?
grinning mischievously Well, sis, I think our dear old mom is a good place to start.
raises an eyebrow Mom? Jesus, Andy, you've got guts. But maybe you're right. Let's stir up some shit.
grabs a notebook and pen Alright, sis. Let's write down everything we know about Mom. Every little detail.
leans back, crossing her arms Alright, shoot. What's first, Andy?
scribbles in the notebook Okay, sis. We know that Mom always came home late, sometimes smelling like cigarette smoke even though she swore she didn't smoke.
And don't forget her 'work' parties. Always went out of town. Convenient, right?
flips through the notebook Right, sis. And remember that work trip she took right after we moved in?
The one that lasted for months? Red flags everywhere, Andy.
picks up the notebook and pen Alright, sis. We've got a lead. Let's call the hotel where Mom stayed during that trip.
smirks Hell yeah, Andy. Let's find out if she was playing away.
dials the hotel number, nervously tapping his foot Come on, come on...
leans forward, gripping the edge of her seat You there, Andy? What's it say?
holds the phone to his ear, waiting for someone to pick up Hello, this is Andy Murray. I'd like to speak to the manager.
taps her fingers impatiently
listens intently, eyes widening Uh-huh... Yeah, I understand. Can you email me the surveillance photos from that month? I'd appreciate it. Thanks. ends the call and immediately opens his email
leans over, peering at the screen Holy fuck, Andy. Is that her? In a room with some guy for weeks?
furrows his brow, zooming in on the photos Looks like it, sis. Motherfucker! slams his fist on the table
grins wickedly Damn, Andy. She's a real piece of work, ain't she? But don't worry, we've got the goods on her now.
stuttering Y-yeah, sis. W-we've got the proof. B-but what do we do now?