Through a chain-link fence, Ziggy and his attorney watch a parking lot. At least this is how we know Ziggy hasn't given the duck irreversible liver damage, so...that's nice.

Clement Street Café. Ziggy's taken the duck to the bar, apparently intending to finish him off. We join Ziggy mid-conversation with Johnny Fifty, who says he thought Ziggy was "in" with Nick. "Fuck Nicky," spits Ziggy. "He said you was his other half," says Johnny Fifty. "I don't want his fucking money," whines Ziggy. "I mean, that's drug money. And fucking drugs are bad, right? I mean, you gotta consider what that shit does to the community." Geez, he's a one-man United Way all of a sudden. Johnny Fifty reminds him, "You spent all last year with White Mike." Thank you, Johnny. Fifty-one is on me. "A man can grow," says Ziggy peevishly, adding, "I got a caper in mind that is gonna put that horseshit to shame." I assume that he'll be involving all his Muppets on this one. Ziggy asks Johnny Fifty, "You want in?" He asks what he'd have to do, and Ziggy smirks, "What a longshoreman does best, Johnny," and claps him on the back. Drink? Speaking of, La La observes that Ziggy's duck won't drink the Pikesville rye. Ziggy: "He drinks mid-shelf. He don't like that rail shit." Heh. The guys crack up about Ziggy's snobby waterfowl...

...and then in crutches New Charles, exclaiming, "Fuck if I wouldn't give my right leg for a shot and a beer." The guys all celebrate his return to the ranks of the drinking -- even Ziggy, who looks only mildly put out that New Charles the amputee is stealing his ducky thunder. New Charles lurches over to a stool, saying he's waiting for a prosthetic. Someone asks whether he has a good lawyer, and New Charles says that Nat hooked him up through the union. New Charles asks what's up with the duck, but doesn't get a decent answer, because there isn't one. Another guy at the end of the bar tells New Charles, "You know you gotta let go of your name." New Charles doesn't get it, and La La explains, "'New Charles' doesn't work for a one-legged fuck." New Charles shakes his head, chuckling, as one guy suggests "Stump" instead, and Johnny Fifty offers "Peg." "'New Peggy,'" says the first guy excitedly. New Charles cracks up. Ziggy pipes up: "How about 'Tilt'?" Dolores slips some bills into New Charles's breast pocket, and he beams, "'Tilt.' I like that." Everyone drinks to Tilt. If you can't have all the limbs you were born with, then it's nice, at least, to have friends.