Comparing to original pilot: Exactly the same.
Okay, head MWF is now standing on the roof again, still staring right where we left him. There are men around him, collecting "evidence." A woman asks for his attention. But he notices a scrap of red fabric, the same color as Tarzan's amazing pants. He holds it in his latex-gloved hand as "tribal" music plays again. The "tribal" music is better on Outback Steakhouse commercials. I love this: Tarzan's scrap of pants still has fresh blood on it -- blood which stains Captain MWF's glove. He looks up again, staring out at the sky as we hear traffic below.
Original pilot checks out, too. But why did that woman ask for his attention, and then we never saw her again?
City park. We follow two women for no reason until we find Jane and Michael. She's eating a pretzel. He wants a bite. She flirts a piece of food in and out of his mouth and ultimately doesn't let him eat it, saying that he should have gotten his own. It's awkward, their "Oh!" sounds, like how people exaggerate noises for babies because they instinctively know that babies are stupid. Michael says he needs to go give his commissioner a progress report. He asks if they're still on for Thursday. As they walk, Jane tells him that she's got a forensics seminar that night. Michael laughs and says it's "lame" that they can't even hook up for dinner and a rental. "We're an uber-couple, right?" she asks. "It's the price we pay." She kisses him and says goodbye. Michael calls her back, and stammers that he was thinking that he's had it with his tiny apartment, and his lease is up in a couple of months, and he never sees her anymore. He doesn't want to rush into anything, but wants to know if they could get a place together. Jane busts out in a confused smile. He asks her to say something, so she hugs him. Pan back to New York bridge. Ah, New York love. Always happens over pretzels.