Sam is still defending Tarzan's case to the lieutenant, coming up with paperwork on all kinds of witnesses we've never heard about, who say they saw Ingram kidnapped by Greystoke. Love this: "And here. An ex-janitor who saw Michael Foster in the lobby of Greystoke the night before he died." Uh-huh. I guess he got fired for talking to Sam? But Sam's not done with the clunky exposition: "I'm telling you, sir. Richard Clayton is behind all of this. He got to Michael somehow, and now he's using Donald Ingram to frame his nephew." Lieu: "Yeah, and maybe he killed Kennedy, too." Have we seen a show with worse dialogue? Because I don't think it's possible. It hurts to type out here for the recap. It makes me wince to type it. That's not a good sign. Sam asks the lieu if he'd rather trust Jane or "some whacked-out witness." The lieu says it's much too little, much too late. I'll say. The lieu already has a warrant for Jane's arrest. It was issued "this afternoon," whenever that is. The lieu warns Sam that if he helps Jane, he'll be next. Sam stares and stares and stares.
Jane and Tarzan run and run and run. They run past a sign that boldly declares "555-0199." They run past unsuspecting, unhelping Canadians. We hear the screech of tires, and then Jane runs into the street, holding an arm out and shouting, "Hold on! Hold on!" to a cab, I guess. And now we see one cop is running after them. One. From wherever. Just running by himself. Then we see three more are running from farther away. That's some good work there, fellas.
Another dark, wet alley. Running. Running. Running. Tarzan begins climbing that one rooftop we've seen over and over again in this show. But for some reason, Jane can't make it this time. No real explanation -- she just can't make it up, and doesn't want Tarzan to lift her by the arm like he always does. She wants him to leave her, and she is going to turn herself in while he runs away. Huh? "I won't let them take you!" Tarzan screams. Again, Jane says, "They'll kill you. You know that. Go! Get out of here. For me. Go! Please! Go!" The sirens get louder (I guess nobody's running behind them anymore), and Tarzan slowly backs away as the cops surround Jane. She goes to her knees, hands behind her head, and gets arrested while Tarzan watches from nearby. Guess the boys in blue don't know how to look up. "Where'd he go?" one screams off-screen. Stupid. Tarzan needs a clippie. He keeps holding his hair back with his hands.