Exterior shot of Jane's apartment in daylight. It's a little cloudy, which we can see over Tarzan's shoulder. Tarzan is perched on a nearby roof corner. He's watching Jane through her window. Again. He hears a woman screaming in the distance. Tarzan turns, and the screen goes blurry as we hear her scream for help again. Then her screams sound like they're coming from underwater. Tarzan leaps into action, jumping from roof to roof until he lands in "Central Park."
A woman runs through the jungles of "Central Park." Men in jackets, gloves, and ski masks follow her, taunting, chasing. She keeps running, looking behind her as all girls in chase scenes do. She then, of course, trips while running down a hill. She gets up and sees the men, who are getting closer. They are cheering each other on as they approach. The girl finally uprights herself and runs off again, leaving behind her iPod. There's no way in hell a girl would leave that shit behind. You go back for the iPod; it's like a child. Coincidentally, that's the very reason I've never bought one. I'd mostly use it for jogging, and I'm such a klutz I know I'd drop it, or I'd have a gang of masked gentlemen chase me for it until I left it in the dirt. The girl runs again, but as she reaches a tree, a man is already standing there. Pow! He punches her right under the neck, and she falls backward to the ground. The men swarm around her, saying things like "Hold her down." But nobody touches her just yet. It's nice to see that Fiona Apple is getting work again these days, since she won't record another album for me to obsess over. This girl runs without a sports bra. "You're gonna love this," one of the men says, and sounding like a young boy, and it doesn't fit in with the other men shouting to hold her down, and it's almost like a mistake or a subliminal message. Is the young man talking to me? His cohorts? His fallen jogger?
Two men do finally hold the woman down and she begs to be let go. One man holds a switchblade out to the camera, and then flips it open with the most emotion an actor covered from head to toe in fabric can summon. The girl starts hyperventilating, but then she sees Tarzan in the trees above her. Somehow this makes all the other men turn around too. The closed captioning says it's because a twig snaps, but I didn't hear that. As Tarzan leaps toward the gang of would-be rapists, the woman lets out another scream. We don't see how Tarzan disarms the guy with the knife -- they give us a reaction shot of the woman instead. Then Tarzan's flipping the men over one by one as they patiently wait their turn to get beaten up. Tarzan flips on his wrist to kick another man. The jogger doesn't get up, but rather watches the entire thing with interest. Tarzan monkey-jumps over to another tree and climbs it so that he can leap into the fight again. He jumps and does a few flips for no reason, lands on the ground, and then punches another assailant. That man picks up the knife that is conveniently by his side, and runs away with one other man. "Go, go, go!" one yells. "Let's get outta here!" another one says. What happened to the other kids? Are they still on the ground? "No!" wails the Central Park jogger, as Tarzan approaches her. "Don't hurt me!" Yes, when a pretty man leaps in from nowhere and beats up all of the masked, armed men who just finished chasing me, the first thing I assume is that the pretty man wants to hurt me. "Hurt you?" Tarzan asks, that perfect English he's so capable of speaking coming out flawlessly once again. But then they are interrupted by the "[indistinct conversation coming from police radio]," as the closed captioning describes it. Those are some good cops to find a woman in trouble who never called in for help. Tarzan monkey-jumps away as the cops call out a helpful "Hey, you!" The jogger watches Tarzan escape. She's awed, but doesn't tell the cops that he saved her. They keep yelling at Tarzan, but oddly enough don't draw their guns. Tarzan, once again, escapes.