Frank steps from the dank trailer out into the overcast afternoon; trucks and containers are stacked up everywhere, as dudes stevedore. Frank's lighting a cigarette when Nick Sobotka (Pablo Schreiber) wanders over, telling Frank he's working today, as a lasher on Big Roy's crew. Frank's pleased to hear it, but Nick crabs that it's the first day's work he's gotten in two weeks. He heads off in search of Ott, who still owes him $20 for lotto tickets, but Frank calls him back: "You need to go see the Greek and get a number. He's got one on the way." They share an Intense Look Of Great Significance over this; Frank tells him it'll be tomorrow: "The Atlantic Light, over at North Point." Nick says, "All right," and heads off. Behind Frank, La La (Kelvin Davis) rolls up on a little industrial-type golf cart-looking deal, telling Frank to "get with Ziggy," who is "all over the place." You know how, when you took that Shakespeare class in university, your prof told you to develop a picture of a character by how the other characters talked about him, and particularly how he was introduced into the action? (Just me?) Well, for the first thing we hear about Ziggy to be that he's "all over the place" gives you a very good picture of what you can expect from him as long as you will know him. Frank rubs his forehead, already getting a migraine, and hops in beside La La.
After some picturesque shots of important golf cart driving, we see the backs of La La and Frank as they park next to Ziggy (James Ransone), who's getting hell from some hard-on about a container he's lost. Ziggy tells him to "shut the fuck up a minute," which I don't enjoy hearing from persons who are working in service capacities, though I do try not to be a hard-on, myself. Frank hops out, asking, "How we doing?" Ziggy says, "Ain't a problem, Chief." "The fuck it ain't," says Hard-On. He tells Frank that Ziggy lost his shipment. Ziggy, consulting a handheld gadget, says that the guy's container is either in Bay 7 ("Bay 7's empty, man," says La La wearily), or "somewheres in the stacks." Don't worry, everyone! I'm sure Hard-On's container has some kind of distinctive markings that make it easy to locate. Maybe it's paisley! Frank tells Ziggy, "You are fucking killing me." Frank tells Hard-On to get his shipping agent to call Frank, and that he'll "try to square it." To Ziggy, who's already started vaguely wandering off, Frank barks, "You clock out today and leave your box, and don't ever come the fuck back. You hear me, Zig? You're fired." Frank takes off. "Later for you, goofus," says Hard-On smugly. Ziggy looks back at him and nods in a way that makes the jerk-off motion unnecessary. To La La, Hard-On complains that Ziggy lost his job and "couldn't care less." "He ain't fired, man," says La La, starting to pull off. "That's his father!" Because guess what? That little fuckup is not just "Ziggy," but Chester Karol "Ziggy" Sobotka. I'm sure the late John Paul II could not be prouder of this namesake.