"CHOOSE!" Till shouts, and the force of it sends her sideways, lying on the couch, with a Magic Eight Ball in her hands. If there's no shelter in law, and damnation in the opposition, then we don't even need a moral compass anymore. It's all random, now. Kind of Zen in a way. "I can't. I'm bringing a child into the world. I'm not ready to... sit here and play Buddha and be fucking Zen about who lives or dies. So we'll ask the magic ball." She wipes away a tear and stares up. "Tell me, Magic Ball. Can these two men part in peace? To live to kill another day?" She's playing with them, but not like a cat, not like Milo: she's playing with them because that's what she does. There are a multitude of random options. There aren't any options at all.
"Go on," he hisses. "Shake your magic ball. Tell yourself you're so noble because we're both still breathing. You've got blood on your hands!" Nancy stares.
Silas and Doug sign the lease; the old lady wants it month-to-month, three months down, but their cop buddy gets twelve months with two months down, because he beat up her cat. "I like your style!" says Doug, and the three of them sign, cheering. "Partners!" they yell. "Faggots!" she yells. They are bemused.
Judah was Margaret's first love, first boyfriend, first... You know. Then he left, and her life became a bucket of shit. Andy can identify.
They sit quietly for a while, and she praises him for the scam: no estate tax, no probate. He asks if she couldn't help him out, and she considers it. On the one hand, she could get fired. On the other, the bank's closing anyway. "You sorta look like him," she says. The same kind eyes. "Tell me more about my eyes," he says in some kind of sultry voice, and she breathes like Zoey would. "Here's the deal. Go out with me, and I'll get you into that account." He lies transparently that he was going to ask her out anyway, and she corrects him: "Only it has to be as Judah. You're Judah, and I'm me. And you have to love me, and treat me nice." There's a long pause while he puts his eyeballs back in their sockets, and then he smiles. "Well, there's nothing weird about that!" He calls her Margaret, and she goes very still and serious. "Mags. Judah calls me Mags." He nods, terrified, and she laughs again.