Suddenly, Tarzan sees the door open. He leaps away as Jane turns to the door. It's Nicki. She asks if Jane's okay. Jane, flabbergasted, looks around but doesn't see Tarzan. The curtains blow in the window as Avril wails, "Isn't anyone trying to find me?" Jane runs to the window and leans out, trying to find Tarzan. It's a damn stupid song.

Night sky. Pan across to the top of some other building, where Tarzan is perched on the roof again, staring. He stands up, majestically, as Avril reaches her most screechy point. He stands majestically as a building is illuminated behind him. Where did Tarzan get jeans? With flares? Mmm. Tarzan stands in the wind, the only tolerable shot they keep repeating in this soap opera. We slowly fade to black. Weren't those extra six minutes worth it?!?

Next week, I think someone's going to try to find out if Tarzan's still alive. And I think Tarzan might take off his shirt! And maybe he'll escape something! Oh, and Xena's coming (Not to be confused with Xina.).