Sam has detained a man from Park Services who was working a double shift last night around the same time and place as the victim. So was the jogger supposed to be running at night? Mr. Kowalski tells Jane and Michael that he saw two kids wasted, breaking windows (all the windows of Central Park), laughing. He says he ran after the kids, but they took off. He IDed one of them from the books, and the kid he fingered has a rap sheet: Matt Keaton, a black kid, whose "greatest hits" include petty larceny and car theft. Sam hands the folder over to Michael so that we can see the kid's face. Michael tells him to find his last known address, which Sam has already done. "How good am I?" Sam asks. Michael asks Mr. Kowalski if he's "100\% positive" about this. Mr. K. says he never forgets faces, and that this is enough for the cops. Jane squints, and asks Sam and Michael to join her a few feet away. She says she thinks they should keep looking. Michael says that they already have a positive ID. Sam notes that you can't get any better than positive. You can't get super-positive? Jane says that just because this kid was in the park doesn't mean he did it. Sam asks why she thinks that. Jane says that the victim reported four suspects, not two. (And two should have still been flailing there when the cops arrived, since only two ran away.) Jane says she looked up the knife, and it cost a thousand bucks, which is out of Matt Keaton's price range. I don't know how she made that assumption, but Michael makes another one to suggest that Keaton stole the blade. Jane says she's got a gut on this. "Did she just say 'gut'?" Michael asks Sam, teasing the little lady for talking like a cop. Sam teases back. "Since when do you start going with your gut?" Jane rolls her eyes, knowing how silly she sounds when she talks to boys. Michael accuses her of sounding like Sam. Sam says, "Hey." Then he says a few other words. Michael says they're still going to follow their solid lead, but thanks for the time-waster, GutGirl. Sam follows Michael, loyal partner, he.

Jane's somewhere at a big building, reading The New York Star, which tells us "DARK DEALINGS AT GREYSTOKE: RICHARD CLAYTON ACCUSED OF FRAUD." Really? By whom? When? How? Jane has changed into a blue shirt and blazer for this meeting with Xena, who apologizes for keeping Jane waiting. Jane notes that The Star is "pretty brutal" in the way it reports about Greystoke. "It'd better be," Xena says. "I'm the publisher." And Jane should have known that from watching MoneyBeat. But instead, Jane looks up all wide-eyed and open-mouthed again. Xena says that her schedule is crazy today, so she'd rather get right to the point. Jane: "I'm investigating your brother, Richard." Jane and Xena stare each other down for a while until Xena tells her assistant to shut the door. There's more staring as the heavy glass doors slide closed. Jane asks when was the last time Xena saw him. Xena says that it was at a board meeting six months ago: "Turned into quite the screaming match. Then again, they always do." Jane tells Xena that she thinks Richard's found a way to control the trust. She says she wants to help Xena stop him, but first she needs to know where Xena stands. Xena does the soap-opera spin on her heels and says, "I want to give it away." Six billion dollars to charity. "My father and my brother John cared a lot more than profit. And Greystoke used to invest in people and ideas. And then Richard took over and he changed all of that. So I'm fighting for this trust. And for my brother's memory. It's what he would have wanted." Okay. What does Greystoke Industries do, exactly? What do they make, or sell, or acquire? And why is Richard running the company, anyway? Because he's the oldest? Jane tells Xena that Tarzan is alive. She says he survived the plane crash, and Richard found him and brought him to "New York." "But he's escaped," Jane adds. Xena yells at Jane to shut up. There's no way Tarzan could survive twenty years in the jungle, she says. She suggests that Jane's been sent here by Richard as a spy. "You wouldn't be the first cop on his payroll," she says. "Now get out of my house." Jane stares at the ground and blinks as she swears she's telling the truth: "John's alive and he needs protection." And he thinks his name is Tarzan. "Get out of my house," Xena says again. Jane does what she's told, always, and leaves, the glass doors suddenly open again. Xena is so furious that she must stand with one leg seductively propped up, exposing the inside of her knee.