Night. New York bridge. Broken glass gets scooped up with shovel as Sam complains about the kinds of cases they get: "Stray dogs trashing markets." Sam and Jane walk away from the crime scene as Sam asks, "You know who we need on this case? Those two creepy German guys. You know, Las Vegas, the-the-the- the-the leathery skin? Siegroy and Freed [sic]." Jane laughs. "I bet they'd have our mutts jumping through hoops in no time." Oops. Even Gilmore Girls had the sense to take out the Bali joke before it was too late. "Yeah, they're magicians, not animal trainers," Jane says. JANE CAN SEE THE FUTURE! Sam says he'd like to see this case disappear. Suddenly they hear more dogs barking, and notice an animal-control van in a nearby alley. "Maybe they found our dogs."

Sam and Jane approach the vehicle. The van is filled with cages of pound puppies, all barking and growling. In the driver's seat, an anxious man in uniform lights a cigarette. Jane asks what's going on. "In there," the man says, opting to let two police officers enter a dangerous area without the slightest warning or foresight to know what to expect. Good work, dude.

Jane and Sam don't need to be briefed. They'd rather walk in, letting the scary music be their guides. They hold up their flashlights and walk slowly down the alley. "[crunching]," says the closed captioning. We see dogs, gathered, eating something. Maybe meat, on a box? It's really hard to tell. Sam's no good with a flashlight. And the sounds are not unlike the ones in that scene in Cabin Fever. Y'all know what scene I'm talking about. The music gets creepier, and Jane aims her flashlight on -- A MAN! TARZAN! "[growls]," says the closed-captioning, and Jane jumps back (like a good cop does). Sam opts for the other thing cops shout in situations: "Hey, hey, hey!" He also pulls his gun. Jane runs in the opposite direction, shouting, "I got it!" Tarzan does an unnecessary spin out of shot. Sam's still shouting, "Hey!" But then the dogs start barking at him, and he's too scared to go any further.

More "tribal" music. Tarzan leaps to the fire-escape ladder, muscles bulging, and starts pawing his way up the building. Jane stands, impressed. She watches until he's about halfway up the building, and then she runs the other direction again.