Sam jokes that Gene's doing the perp walk to his own car. Behind him, Jeb's completely unsupervised. He and Sam stare at each other for a second, and with that look, I see the thirty or so pages of storylines about the two of them that got scrapped. "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go," Sam says as he pushes Jeb into the car. Tarzan pouts. "Hey, hey, hey, hey," Sam says, warning Tarzan to step back from the car. "It's the last one we got." Tarzan looks to Jane, who agrees, and puts her hand out like a kindergarten teacher for him to take. Sam radios in backup. Now? Sam tells Jane and Tarzan to get out of there. Wait, what? I thought...oh, forget it. Jane hugs Sam and thanks him. Sam is forced to call Jeb and Gene "hella crazy," and warns Jane that they might describe her and Tarzan. Tarzan nods, suddenly able to understand the word "hella." He tells her how the lieu said he'd put her in protective custody. Sam advises her to do it. Sam tells Sheriff Tim to round up "Barney and Gomer and Goober." Tarzan takes a moment to stare deep into Sam's eyes. Kiss him! Man, that would make Jane jealous. "Thank you," he says. Sam nods and tells Tarzan not to worry about it: "I'll put it on your tab." Bad music whisks Jane and Tarzan off into the night.