"You suppose she likes to watch TV?"

"Pardon?"

"You know, television. You suppose she likes it?"

"I don't know Timothy."

"Wonder what kind of TV shows she likes."

"It isn't my job to know that sort of thing."

"Eh can't help being curious though can you?"

"I suppose not."

"So can I ask you a question that I've been thinking about for a while?"

"I don't suppose me saying no would stop you from asking."

"Quite right. So, my question. Why choose me anyway?"

"How do you mean?"

"For this. Why choose me? I mean, I know I've helped out a few times before, but what makes me so special that you've decided to hire me?"

"You're a talented man Timothy, you're good at what you do and you learn quickly."

"But couldn't anyone do it if they were clever enough?"

"In theory yes, but I trust you. Which is something you shouldn't take lightly."

"Trust huh? That's nice. I understand that. I have very few people I trust myself."

"Trust is a difficult thing to come by nowadays."

"That it is Doc, that it is. The only one I trust most, aside from you is my brother."

"You have a brother?"

"Did I not tell you? We're twins, I'm the eldest!"

"Is he as clever as you?"

"I suppose he is. Our talents differ greatly though. My skill set is much more suited to your tastes."

"Pity."

"Is it? I don't really think so. This isn't his sort of thing you know?"

"Mmm yes. It takes a special kind to do what we do."

"Yes well, that is the life of a freelancer anyhow. So who's hired us this time?"

"A very well known woman. High society type."

"It's always those high society types that call on us isn't it?"

"It seems so."

"Kinda makes me feel like I'm part of an escort service."

"Timothy that's hardly an appropriate statement."

"I was simply stating that they seem to use us and throw us away very quickly."

"Yes well. It seems we're here."

"That's the girl?"

"Yes she matches the description."

"Why does she want this for her?"

"She was very vauge, being a woman of high society and everything. But the gist was that she grew tired of trying to do it herself."

"I see..."

"Something wrong Timothy?"

"..."

"Timothy? Timothy No! Sto-"

"....."

"Sorry Doc. Had I known it was her. I never would have agreed to kill her. Seems like you had to go instead. Pity."