"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.
Jane calls Ingram on his cell phone.
Ingram exits the elevator and lets out his breath. His pocket rings. His armed guards are all, "You're ringing." And then they let this man take a call, even though it's clearly bothering him that he somehow had a phone in his pocket, and he doesn't appear to want to talk on the phone to...my mommy will be here soon and I must not argue with this episode's logic. Moving on: "Donald? It's Jane Porter." Ingram says that this isn't a good time right now. "Donald, you don't need to say a word. I just need you to listen to me," Jane says. She tells him that she knows he wishes he wasn't involved in all of this, and probably wants a way out. She says she'll try to get his testimony thrown out of the court. She asks if he wears glasses or takes any medication. He says he doesn't. "I'm under a lot of stress," he says. He gives Jane his doctor's name and hangs up. And the music swells as if somehow that was enough tension to take us to commercial.