Ideally, he'd like to keep Ned with his treasure. All the nice things together. But it's cold outside now and he wants to be able to keep an eye on him. So he keeps forcing Ned forward into the spare bedroom. There's a hot-water radiator in there that will do nicely. And then maybe he can bring some on his gold inside and put it next to him.

"Sit down," he says, giving Ned a shove so that he's leaning against the radiator. "The plan is I need some rope. I knows we got some in the closet." He hasn't really thought about much of a plan beyond that. He doesn't think there really is one. It's the same with the gold - he doesn't want to do anything with any of it. Just make sure it's his.

He switches to Yiddish for the first time, somehow it was always a signal of theirs. "I'm not gonna eat him. Are you helping or not?"