Hi, Jane. Glad you could join us. You're so fucking slow! She pulls herself up on the roof in time to grab Tarzan and tell him to stop. Michael stands up. Jane pulls a page from the Domestic Violence handbook: she runs up and says, "Michael, if you want to hit someone, you hit me! I'm the one that hurt you. I'm the one that lied." Michael's all teary and sweaty, and hits Jane's hands away. "It's not his fault," Jane says. "It's mine." Then Jane realizes that Tarzan has been shot. She instantly blames Michael, and shouts that Tarzan is unarmed. As if she doesn't know what that boy does with his hands and feet. There's a jogger who won't come anywhere near Tarzan's unarmed body. Jane caresses Tarzan's bullet hole and asks him, "Are you all right?" Tarzan -- who is seriously ballsy -- reaches up and caresses Jane's face again. As he leans in to kiss her, Michael takes a running leap at Tarzan. "Michael!" screams Jane. Then, "NO!" Michael tries to throw Tarzan off the roof, with him, I guess. In slow-motion, we see Michael and Tarzan go over the roof, and for a second we see Tarzan's hand leave the roof. Inertia and gravity dictate that both of these men would be goners, but The WB dictates that the one who's sexier topless shall remain. Jane once again runs to the edge of something to look down, and sees Tarzan holding on to something we can't see, and Michael holding on only to Tarzan's bullet-ridden arm. Jane starts shouting out first names again, telling Michael to hold on. But Tarzan -- whose arm has to be killing him by now (heh-heh) -- probably doesn't want Michael holding on for much longer. Jane says Michael's name a few more times as Michael realizes just how high up he's dangling. "Oh, gosh," he says, making the understatement of the year. We see a cab drive by underneath Michael. Tarzan tells Michael to hold on. Jane is supposedly struggling with something, but we can't see what. Maybe Tarzan's other arm? But Michael does let go, and he falls, and Jane calls his name for (we hope) the last time. In slow-motion, we see Michael's CGIed body fall to the desolate New York City street below, and the closed captioning says it best when it reads: "[thud]." Tarzan inhales, and then there's a very funny shot of Michael's body on the street, looking like the little slipping man on the "Caution! Wet Floor!" yellow cones. Thanks, Jane, but Tarzan can help himself back up onto the roof. Thanks. Oops, but then he's just dangling again. Little editing error there, having him swing himself back up, but then having him back to dangling.