But there was an even taller building than that one just off to the right, and now we see that someone watched that entire thing through Venetian blinds, with one finger pulling down one of the blinds, even though they are open. And from the outside shot we can see his shadow, and probably Jane and Michael and Tarzan would have easily seen this person, too, if only they were any good at being cops.

It's raining now, because someone died, and that's the law in television. There's a knock at the door of Xena's house. She comes down the stairs, fully dressed even though it's, like, 3 in the morning. "Mary, what's going on?" she asks. Mary tells Xena that she already asked the people to leave and said she threatened to call the cops. Mary's wearing pajamas. Why not Xena? "I think they're already here," Xena says as she makes her way to the front door. As she opens it (and somehow neither Tarzan nor Jane is wet and they're standing inside a building already and not outside at all, and they are seriously dry considering the storm going on outside), Jane pulls a weakened Tarzan into the room and says, "This is your nephew. Something terrible has happened and he needs your help." As Xena and Tarzan make eye contact, Jane keeps blubbering, "You have to help him. Please." Xena says, "John?" She gets a little teary, and then sees his wound, which is being "controlled" by a strip of red fabric. She tells Mary to get Dr. Jaffe right now. Mary runs off. Jane just turns around to leave without an explanation or a goodbye or whatever, but Tarzan pulls her back by one arm. Hey, Jane. You're totally committing a crime right now -- leaving the scene, aiding a criminal, etc. Tarzan says in Jane's ear: "I'm sorry." Holy cow, I can't stop laughing. What a perfect thing to say after dropping someone's boyfriend off a roof.

Night sky again with that infernal "tribal" music. More sirens. The cops are just now bringing those pesky prep-school kids into the station. They seem okay given that they got their asses kicked. The camera does an incredibly slow pan around the busy station until it finds Sam, who's sitting by the pouting Jane. Nobody is even slightly wet, by the way. Sam says that they can just "do this" tomorrow. Jane sniffs and says she wants to get this over with. It's how I felt about this recap. Man, I've been writing this forever! Sam recaps Jane's evening, from when she left the victim to search for the suspects. He asks Jane if she saw Michael at any point tonight. Jane says she didn't. Michael asks if there's anyone who could have done this to him. Jane lies again: "No," she says. Sam looks around and slams a piece of paper on his desk. "You listen to me," he says. "Mike was my friend. And I loved him too. And I swear to you I'm gonna find out who did this. And I don't care what rules or regulations or procedures I have to break to do it. I'm gonna do it. And when I do find them, huh. I promise." Okay. First of all, how do they know that he was thrown from the roof? And secondly, didn't they look on the roof to find out that there were shells from his gun all over the place? Where is Michael's gun, anyway? Can't they run it for prints? Has anyone even bothered actually investigating this mess? Because I think the kids saw Tarzan, and saw Michael shooting at Tarzan and then chasing after Tarzan. Oh, whatever. Blink, blink, blink. Jane doesn't seem too upset that she's lying to her partner and creating more work for the NYPD when they could be solving actual cases. Jane sniffs, which sparks off the Bad Closing Song of the Week. And, once again, she wanders over to a window, so that she can look out into the night. Blink, blink.