Speaking of Frank's house: Frank returns to his office to find DiBiago waiting for him. Frank apologizes for being late, and DiBiago -- with his briefcase still in his lap, ready any second to make a quick getaway -- says that he shouldn't even be seen with Frank right now. Frank says that he just wants to settle their business, "while [they] still can." Chuckling ruefully, he says that he isn't going to get access to more cash now. "The grain pier is dead," says DiBiago unceremoniously. Frank slams a drawer closed, staring at DiBiago in horror. "Half the votes we had lined up are walking sideways now," DiBiago elaborates. "They read the paper, Frank." Not getting it, Frank says that it shouldn't matter if he's dirty: "The grain pier's still the grain pier, right? They ain't voting for me, Brucie! It ain't about me!" DiBiago flatly announces, "No one is gonna stand with us now that the FBI is on you. They're scared." Frank doesn't know what they're scared of, and DiBiago has to explain, "They took the money, Frank. And now if they deliver the votes, they figure the feds will be on them, too." He apologizes -- not very sincerely -- and says that if Frank can somehow get clear of the FBI investigation, they could try again with the grain pier for the next session, in a year. Frank just stares at him in dumb rage, and DiBiago finally says he doesn't know what else to say, and makes to leave. When he's reached the doorway, Frank dramatically asks, "You know what the trouble is, Brucie?" He swallows hard. "We used to make shit in this country. Build shit. Now we just put our hand in the next guy's pocket." DiBiago decides that now is not the time for a debate about global trade, and slinks out.