Vonda starts singing "Killing Me Softly," and Ally stomps away from the courthouse. She stomps along until she sees JBJ posing...I mean, "looking at blueprints." All the other construction workers are assembled nearby, also not working. JBJ looks put-out and embarrassed. Ally stammers, and apologizes for "this morning." JBJ does a hair sweep, and squints. Ally stammers her way through her butt-sniffing explanation. JBJ says that construction workers are not sex objects put on street corners for corporate women's amusement. Oh, boy. Since when do men object to being objectified? What a load. That would be like a rock star saying groupies are an unpleasant part of the territory. JBJ is lucky he's pretty. He introduces his crew, to humanize them to the crude Ally. She apologizes, says it was nice to see him, and carefully steps away. Christ.
Aerial shot of a Boston sunset, drink. Frank's sister is in Ally's office, saying Frank's crazy, is obsessed with flying, and breaks into their old house "incessantly." He could go to jail for a long time, and pleading crazy is "his only chance," says Ally. And we should care why? Oh yes, because we dream of flying and shit. Yeah.
Ally stomps her way along the "Boston" "streets." Vonda sings. Ally arrives at Frank's apartment, which is loaded with wings of different, homemade varieties. He excitedly shows her blueprints of his wing things. He says some feathers are "fabulous." And that he's "been working out." Ally says he needs to let her "argue diminished capacity," and why is he trying to fly? He "just has to." He needs a quest, like Don Quixote. Who was crazy, Ally points out. Franks says she reminds him of Dulcinea. Ally freaks. Her father used to sing "Dulcinea" to her as a kid. Frank asks her to tell him about when she would fly. The screen fades to black. Oh, it's just a commercial. I should drink more.