Yes, Bunk is with McNulty, enjoying a tipple at the train tracks. McNulty asks Bunk whether he's in Daniels's detail, but Bunk says that they just put their computer there: "We're orphaned, man...Rawls is talking like if I don't come home with fourteen clearances, I can't come home at all. Lester, too." McNulty looks dark. His mood isn't lightened when Bunk pulls out his service weapon, cocks it, and aims it somewhat in McNulty's direction. McNulty hurries over to steady him, and Bunk aims at an empty beer bottle set up on the hood of one of their cars, but ends up only miming pulling the trigger. After a moment of raucous guffawing, Bunk asks McNulty what's up with him. McNulty says that he's done: "Bird is my last piece of old business." He says he doesn't have anything new to work on, and washed out (as it were) with his floater. He's not even sure why he tried to track down her family: "Just a way to pretend I was still a murder police, I guess." He gazes at the photo one last time, and then impetuously rips it up: "Who gives a fuck, right?" He throws the pieces up into the air as Bunk moans, "Aaaaaaaaw." Hee hee. Sounding like he's talking around a burp, McNulty tells Bunk that he and Elena are going to try to get back together. Bunk spreads his arms joyfully. McNulty promises that he's done fucking himself up. The Heineken puts him off to a fantastic start, certainly. Bunk staggers over to a car and collapses on its hood. McNulty suggests that they go home. Only fifteen bottles too late.
Under the neon sign of the Domino Sugar plant, Ziggy stumbles out of a doorway and into the street. He's putting a cigarette in his mouth when Frank comes loping up behind him. Once he gets close, Frank gets his first good look at Ziggy's beat-up puss, and asks what happened to him. Ziggy says he fell down. "How many times?" asks Frank. Ziggy looks away and doesn't answer, and Frank beckons, "Let's walk." Ziggy tries to resist, but Frank is not having it. It's time for a pleasant-ass walk, shitbird! Get on board!
The Sobotka boys trudge past the waterfront as Frank tells Ziggy that if they get the votes they need, they'll have the pier operating again by the next spring: "More ships, more work." Ziggy doesn't care. Frank is silent for a few beats, and finally blurts, "What the fuck are you about?...Is that my son lighting hundred-dollar bills like an asshole in a bar full of working stiffs? What the fuck is that?" "Just a smile," says Ziggy. Yeah, it seemed to bring Ziggy as much joy as it did everyone else who happened to notice it. He sighs and offers, "You wanna hit me again, Pop, go ahead, take a shot." However, he seems to be keeping a safe distance of five feet or so as he says it, perhaps counting on superior speed to preserve him. Frank asks where Ziggy got that much money from: "You know you ain't had no days." Ziggy knows that all too well: "It's 'cause my father's in the union." Frank testily reminds him, "Seniority prevails, Zig. It's the only way to keep it halfway honest." Ziggy knows; he says he's not complaining. Frank defensively says he wishes he could give Ziggy more work. Ziggy doesn't really buy it, and Frank muses that maybe Ziggy's mother was right that he should have gone to community college, like his (never-seen) brother. But as Frank keeps talking about how he must have done Ziggy wrong, Ziggy keeps breaking in to try to explain that he doesn't have any regrets: "You wanna know what I remember? Do you? I remember you, and Uncle Jerry, and Uncle Walt Pe-Pop, all sitting around the kitchen table, talking shit about this gang and that gang, who's better with the break-bulk, who could turn it around faster. Who's lazy. Always a fucking argument, right?" "Four Polacks, six opinions," says Frank. Heh. Ziggy smiles, and says he remembers when Frank and his boys went to picket against scabs at Covington Piers, and one guy who got run down by a police car in the middle of it. He remembers when a ship fell during a windstorm and killed a guy. Frank, moved that his experiences actually had this much impact on his fuckup son, gruffs, "Yeah, what else you remember?" "Everything," says Ziggy simply. "Everything." Frank slowly looks over at his son, and they bridge the distance between them as Ziggy takes the cigarette out of his mouth and holds it out to Frank. Ziggy watches as his father takes a drag, and finally Frank asks, "So tell me, Mr. Back In The Day -- what the fuck are we doing down here with the wharf rats in the middle of the goddamn night?" He smiles, and Ziggy grins back as he replies, "Beats the fuck outta me." Having what passes for a hug among tough guys?