Ignacio, I guess not figuring out whose blood it is, licks the brass knuckles, which freaks Nancy and all of us, and then tosses his wallet and the Dirty Dancing photo on the bed beside her. "No badge. Today he's no cop, today he's Rambo." He nudges Till awake joyfully, the better to tase him again, and tosses the taser to Nancy too. What's he going to do now? "Put him in the tub!" Ignacio giggles. "Oh, because he peed his pants. Right." Yes, but that's not all: Ignacio burbles sweetly that he will also be burning Till's clothes, draining his blood, and most exciting of all, melting Till's bones with acid. "Oh, right..." she says vaguely, and then tases Ignacio too. "Not in my tub," she says quietly.

"What's that thing supposed to be?" Shane asks about the swing, and Andy mournfully tells him. "Domestic bliss." It does, indeed, look like someone shit out a Tilt-A-Whirl. Andy asks him, as the moral center of the family, if he should impersonate his dead brother and "pseudo-steal" the money, "for the greater good of the family." (And you know, I think he means that part.) Shoving headcheese sandwiches into his bag, Shane nods and says all Judah's passwords are up in his sock drawer, and tells Andy to wear a hat due to their filial resemblance being somewhat thin. (There's a whole dark/light thing here, with the siblings, but you can't say that was really planned. Well, maybe Jill was the latest one on purpose.)

Andy's happy for the direction the moral center provides, and asks what Shane's up to with all the pot he's ganking. Why, selling it to his English teacher, and if it pleases Andy to assume this is for "the good of the family" -- the family, of course, that recently tried to ship his ass to Oakland -- he's welcome to do so. Andy is alarmed, dismayed, fearful that Silas will kill Shane, but mostly he's regretful that Shane's "true north" is no more. "What can I say? I'm a Botwin. We're not responsible for anything we do." (In the parlance of the day this is called being "on the nose," and it is both fulfilling and irritating sometimes.) Shane spins a piece of the baby swing like a compass gone mad, and leaves Andy to his thoughts.

Ignacio and Till are tied to the bedpost, sitting on the floor opposite Nancy, who's all but applying eyeliner on a sofa against the wall. Till pretty much orders Nancy to untie him, and Ignacio says he'll be the first to die. "You have no badge, Roy," Nancy says quietly, and he barks that he's undercover. And Sucio? The "dirty Mexican," she clarifies, with apologies ("It's true, he stinks like pigshit," Ignacio replies). Well, he killed Roy's partner. Sad that the obvious lie about the medication is now absolutely positively a lie, she asks if he's going to hurt her too, and there's no answer.