Jane walks through other alleyways, and appears not to be followed by an SUV, as she looks up at the rooftops for Tarzan. Tarzan whips in behind her and grabs her. Jane gasps, like a good damsel and a shitty cop, and Tarzan whisks her up on a loading dock. He whispers into her face, "Let's go." They run off somewhere just as Richard's SUV turns the corner into the alley. D'oh! I guess they lost her. Oh, well. So much for that storyline.

Somewhere else in New York, under the bridge downtown. Jane, quite the nag, tells John...dammit, I mean TARZAN that even though she appreciates what he's doing, he can't just run off and leave her like that. Um, is he on the payroll? Then SHUT IT, MISSY. "We lost a lot of time," she scolds. Are you kidding? It's been about fifteen minutes. "This is how I hunt," Tarzan says into the microphone of the ADR done well after this scene was shot. Jane says she understands that, but that there's a "lost little boy" out there. Man, is this show from twenty years ago? The lines are so lame. Tarzan stops Jane as she finishes explaining how every second is precious. He leans in and repeats: "This is how I hunt." But we don't know how that is, since that bear's not around anymore and he never sniffed in the first place and we don't know where we are or what he' s doing to find the boy or why he's here. Whatever, Tarzan. Just TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! Tarzan walks away, kicking off pan flutes and jungle drums as Jane stares into nothing. She then follows him, immediately back in nag mode. "Are we close?" she asks, running after him.

Apparently not, because now it's night, and they're still walking, both looking quite well for having walked for about six hours straight. Tarzan makes a beeline over to a boat. Then he stops and puts his hand out. "What?" Jane asks. Tarzan says, "The scent. It leads there." Tarzan walks over to the boat, but Jane says his first name and tells him to wait. For backup? That kid's so dead by now. "John, John!" Tarzan enters the boat, and Jane follows with her gun/flashlight combo raised. Tarzan walks through the boat and finds an empty bed with a juice bottle and a McDonald's apple pie box. Jane concludes that this is where they must be keeping Jason. What? Do you see any evidence of Jason? You just broke and entered into a boat without a search warrant, and you're on the run with a missing monkey-man. What the hell is wrong with you, detective? We get another shot of the "kid food," and I can see that the apple pie was actually another juice box and there's an open box of crayons spilling onto the carpet. Great. Feed the kid Indian Red. Talk about torture. Tarzan steps closer to the bed and then calls Jane over. Jane stares for a second, and then tries to register the right face to say, "Oh, my God." Tarzan asks who it is. The flashlight on his face lets us see that it's David Gest. SCARY! "Jason's father," Jane corrects us. He's bleeding from the nose and wig, dead. Tarzan sad. Pamie sleepy.