Elsewhere, Ziggy walks out of the port building, still giggling at himself. Frank comes stalking up to him. Ziggy -- AS EVER -- can't read Frank's face and starts to greet him pleasantly, but he doesn't get far before Frank's smacked him upside the head. "Jesus, Pop, what's that for?" yips Ziggy -- fair question, given how many reasons that could have motivated it. "Say cheese," growls Frank, miming taking a picture. Ziggy glares at him dumbly. Frank tells him that if he pulls another stunt like that, Frank will have his union card. He orders Ziggy to get out, but before he can enforce the instruction, another port guy whistles with his fingers and Frank looks up, spotting Horseface with the cops. The camera pushes in on Frank a little as he looks shifty for a few seconds.
Back to the stare-down. Bunk relents, turning back toward his car. "Kind of smart for a fat man, isn't he?" notes Lester. Hee. The cops return to their car, leaving Horseface alone and triumphant.
Maui returns to his desk after lunch, past Johnny Fifty, who's rolled way back so that he can see Maui discover whatever Ziggy's done to his terminal. Maui moves the mouse to wake the monitor up, and gets...yep, it's a nice big photo of Ziggy's cock -- which, if it's James Ransone's actual equipment, isn't bad for a short guy. (By the way, Couch Baron was sitting right behind me while I had the DVD paused on that shot; I don't know if I'm relieved that he didn't look up, or disappointed.) "Goddammit, Ziggy, you sick fuck!" bellows Maui, because I guess Ziggy's cock is so well known by now that it probably has its own union card. "Get your dick out of my computer!" Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that in this office.