'We really use the same aftershave?’

          ‘Same deodorant, mouthwash, toothpaste. What shampoo is in your rucksack?’

            ‘Vidal Sassoon.’

            ‘That’s his brand.’

            ‘No shit!’

            The drive to Carson City, Nevada, for Sam, is a string of revelations, Joanna filling him in on his brother’s traits and quirks, the parallels uncanny, the implications creepy; tendencies of his, in his sibling, reportedly more pronounced; tendencies of his sibling (as Joanna relates them) repressed by Sam concertedly (the clip she played, sent by Rockefeller, of their father’s renegade lab, fanning sparks into embers, which might, in turn, fuel flames, were he confronted likewise with flesh-and-blood aberrations:

bizarre, no question; grotesque, without a doubt; immoral, indisputably; but one of which so kindled Sam's libido he could hardly look away, mesmerized by the beauty of Jo’s purported rival).