"Why did you make me do this?" Pileggi asks the strapped-down Tarzan. We hear a machine beeping Tarzan's heart rate from somewhere, but we don't see the machine, and there appears to be nothing hooked up to Tarzan. He demands to be let go. Pileggi asks what good that would do: "You'd just be back on the streets, putting yourself in danger. And for what?" Whatever they've given Tarzan, maybe a steroid, has made his face all puffy and sweaty. "Jane," he says. Pileggi: "You've got to start thinking of yourself, John. The sooner we can get through this trial, the sooner we can get back to work. I have so much to teach you." Ba-chicka-bom-bah-nuh-nah-nah! "You won't," Tarzan says, and then closes his eyes and goes to sleep. "John?" Pileggi asks. "Is he okay?" he screams to a closed door. The French woman enters and says, "We gave him a sedative." She says that Tarzan just needs to rest. "I hope you're right," Pileggi says. We watch puffy Tarzan sleep.
In Sam's car, Sam calls Jane a crazy woman, and says there's no way Donald Ingram will tell the truth. How many proper nouns do you think are uttered in one Tarzan script? Sam says that Ingram's at City Hall, and that nobody will let Jane near him. Jane: "Sam, about that favor."
City Hall. Ingram asks a man in a suit how long he has to stay in that horrible hotel. "Just until the hearing," the man replies. Ingram enters doorways sideways. "That's two days from now." He says he's going to catch Legionnaire's from the air filters at that hotel. Ingram takes a breath and enters the elevator, where Sam is waiting. Sam drops a cell phone into Ingram's pocket. Somehow the schitz-y, sensitive, ever-watchful Ingram doesn't notice his pocket plunk.