Nick meets with Frog, who -- with maximum douchery -- is explaining the terms he requires to work Nick's package. (Not like that.) (Probably.) Frog wants an even split, and says that he'd pay Nick his cut on Friday after he and his "niggas" had sold it all. Nick, playing it like he's Stringer Bell, beckons Frog over. Frog resists, but finally comes over. Nick: "First of all -- and I don't know how to tell you this without hurting you deeply -- but first of all, you happen to be white." Frog elaborately rolls his eyes -- which I don't get, since that can't possibly be the first time someone's told him that. Nick: "I'm talking 'raised on Rapolla Street' white, where your mama used to drag you down to St. Casimir's just like all the other little pisspants on the block." Frog does not care to recall those times in his life before he became a cool-ass G. Nick goes on: "Second, I'm also white. Not 'hang on the corner, don't give a fuck' white, but 'Locust Point I.B.S. Local 47' white. I don't work without no fucking contract, and I don't stand around listening to horseshit excuses like my cousin Ziggy -- who, by the way, is still owed money by you and all your down, streetwise wiggers." Frog chuckles, maybe because there is a level on which he finds himself as ridiculous as Nick finds him. Nick tells Frog to give him $500 in advance, plus the $210 he owes Ziggy, and then Nick will let Frog work the package. Frog confirms that this was the same supply Nick had someone named Moochie selling last week; it was, and Frog, sounding impressed, says that it was good shit, and that Moochie sold it out quick. Nick shrugs casually. Frog agrees, and pulls out his fist to dap, but Nick conspicuously leaves him hanging, and Frog tries to play it off by wandering away as he promises that he'll send someone to get Nick the money, and leaves with a parting "Keep it real." "Whatever," enunciates Nick. "Yo." Yes, Nick, you're so superior. Now tell me how a digital camera works. He watches the drug trade trading in front of him for a moment, and then turns to see an older lady in the next house watching him, all intimidated, and is moved to get up off the stoop he's sitting on and try to let her know he's not really part of everything that's ruining what probably used to be a perfectly nice neighbourhood.