Rare non-finale musical montage. As Greek-sounding music whines on the soundtrack, Spiros dines with Briefcase and The Greek. Horseface hands Frank a phone, to take a call from Nick. Frank hangs up. Spiros tears up his passport, and receives a new one from The Greek. Nick smokes by his truck. Fitz sends a fax.
And as the montage ends, Frank pulls up to meet Nick, who hands him a slip of paper. "Under the bridge?" Frank reads. A haggard Nick confirms that, saying that since it's out in the open, cops can't move in a bug: "These guys, they got a big organization to protect. They're global, like." "Yeah, they're really something, huh?" Frank rejoins sarcastically, but Nick seriously tells him, "You got no idea." Frank says that he thinks he has a pretty clear picture of what they're about: "We ain't talking about a bunch of thieves rolling drums of olive oil off the docks, are we?" Nick figures out why Frank has curdled, but doesn't say anything, leaving Frank to growl, "Heroin? How the fuck did that happen, Nick?" He yells at Nick to talk to him, but finally takes the blame back on himself, saying that Nick's hardly more than a kid: "Me, I should've known better. I put you up with them -- for what? I flushed my fucking family -- for what?" He turns away from Nick and looks through the chain-link fence, finally asking, "You know what that is, Nicky? Do you?" We get a shot of the grain pier as Frank snarls, "A condominium." Nick has nothing to say, and finally Frank declares, "I ain't going down there. What I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna go in and talk with the police." Nick looks stunned, but Frank barrels on: "That's right. I'm gonna do to those cocksuckers what they did to me." "You can't do that," says Nick intensely. Frank asks why not, and Nick explains, "They wanna meet with us on Ziggy." This obviously shakes Frank's resolve. Nick tells Frank how Spiros and his guys can lean on the witness, and make him say that Glekas had the gun: "That it was like self-defense or some shit. Ziggy could walk, Uncle Frank. He could!" Frank takes this in uncomfortably, but hasn't so completely given in to the better angels of his nature not to ask what they want in exchange. "Loyalty," says Nick, as if it's no big deal. "Motherfuckers!" spits Frank, and the Greek music kicks it again. He starts taking out his frustration on the poor, innocent fence, huffing impotently and staring at the grain pier that was his Waterloo. Rubbing his head, he returns to Nick, and shrugs, "I'll hear 'em out." Nick says he'll drive, but Frank refuses: "It's just me. You ain't dealing with those guys no more." Nick protests, and Frank bellows, "I don't fucking want you with me, Nick! Go home!" Yeah, go home to your parents' basement! And take a shower, man, damn!