Tarzan and Jane (2017) s01e05 Episode Script
The Betrayal
[yelling.]
[theme music playing.]
[beeping and whirring.]
[Mastermind.]
You're telling me you had them in your grasp and they still got away with my animals? [sighs.]
I should've known better than to trust you, Jeremy.
Give me another chance, boss, and I'll make it up to you.
I've got a plan to take down the ape boy and the earl, just like you asked.
I won't let you down again.
You better not! I don't take kindly to failure.
And this time I'll be watching.
[sighs.]
There it is.
Right on time.
[tires screech.]
[whines.]
Oh, I know, Digsby.
[chuckles.]
I'm nervous, too.
[slurps.]
Oh Hello, Grandfather! [grunts.]
Tarzan! [sighs.]
- You came back.
- Had to.
I'd miss you too much if I didn't.
- [barking.]
- [chuckles.]
And you, too, Digsby! Aw, you remember the trick I taught you.
[gibbering.]
Dr.
Porter isn't with you? My dad stayed in Africa.
He stumbled on something interesting.
Muviro's gonna join him there.
[airplane passing by.]
- [reporters clamoring.]
- [reporter.]
Here she comes! Out of my way! [reporter 2.]
Move your legs, mate! [reporter 3.]
Here she comes! Why are all those people racing to that plane? [scoffs.]
They're not people.
They're paparazzi.
- What do they want? - Her.
- [reporters clamoring.]
- [camera shutters clicking.]
[reporter.]
Angela! Look this way! [reporters clamoring.]
Over here! I'm here to announce that, after deep soul searching, I have decided to retire from the big screen.
[all gasping.]
I'm giving up my film career to pursue my true passion, uncovering and reporting the injustices of the world.
[reporter 1.]
Whoa! [reporter 2.]
Is this for real? [clamoring continues.]
I can't believe she's making such a big change without even telling me first.
Why would she? Who is this woman? [chuckles.]
My boy, you'd have to have been raised in a jungle not to know who she is.
[chuckles.]
Fair enough.
So, who is she? Angela is an internationally-renowned film star.
And my mom.
[sighs.]
[both.]
Oh, really? [clamoring continues.]
[Tarzan.]
Well, aren't you gonna say hello? [grunts.]
We'll just catch up later.
This isn't my scene.
Well, then I say let's go home.
[barks.]
Jane, we'll be happy to drop you off on the way.
[sighs.]
That'd be great, thanks.
[sirens wailing.]
[Lord Greystoke.]
So, how did it go in Africa? Were you able to get all the animals back safely? - Yes, luckily we - [sirens wailing.]
- I wonder what's going on.
- [Tarzan sniffing.]
Fire.
Very close.
- Oh, no! - What is it, Grandfather? [Lord Greystoke.]
The Greystoke London Warehouse is on fire! Charlie, get us there as fast as you can.
[Charlie.]
Hang on, milord! [tires screech.]
No one's allowed in.
It's all right, Officer.
This is my uncle, the Earl of Greystoke.
He owns the warehouse.
Clayton? What are you doing in London? Last-minute trip.
After the latest tsunami, we're running dangerously low on aid packages.
But when I pulled up, the place was on fire.
Oh, [stutters.]
I'm Clayton Greystoke.
Uh, you must be my long-lost cousin.
Tarzan.
Ah! I've been looking forward to meeting you.
Uncle, the fire chief is back.
Let's see if he knows anything new.
Did everyone get out safely? There are still two men unaccounted for, but I had to call everyone back.
The fire is dangerously close to your battery stockpile.
I don't understand.
I put in every kind of fail-safe.
How could this happen? We don't know yet, but those batteries could blow at any minute, taking down the entire building.
The fallout would pollute the Thames for decades to come.
[Clayton.]
There's got to be something we can do to stop it.
We called for backup, but at this point it's gonna take a miracle.
Hopefully we're about to get one.
[grunting.]
[man 1.]
Help us! I hear something.
[man 2.]
Hurry! We're trapped in here! We're trapped in here! [coughs.]
We're in here! [grunts.]
Somebody help us! Sounds like they're high up.
[groans.]
It's too hot to touch.
But hopefully not for these.
Whoa! [coughing.]
[man 2 coughing.]
Hurry! Help us! [coughs.]
Help! - Let's see which way - [man 1 coughs.]
We're in here! Whoa! [grunts.]
Whoa! Ouch! [grunts.]
Nearly fried my hide! Oh! We're we're over here! [Tarzan yelps and grunts.]
Hot foot! [grunting.]
I should have worn shoes.
- [grunting.]
- [man 1.]
Quickly! - [coughs.]
- Let's get out of here.
[stutters.]
There's no way! [man 1.]
No, we can't.
We're trapped! [grunting.]
- [clatters.]
- I've got you.
And now you! [Tarzan.]
Hang on! [grunting.]
[men screaming.]
[Tarzan yelling.]
[metal clangs.]
[coughs.]
Incredible! You're amazing! - [man 1.]
Behind you! - [man 2 yelling.]
[grunting.]
[gasps.]
Those must be the batteries they were talking about.
- Get out of here now! - Come back! The building's gonna collapse on you! And us! Run! [grunts.]
There must be a way! [grunting.]
Come on.
Give! [grunts.]
[sighs.]
Rather wrestle a ticked-off croc than ever do that again.
[grunting.]
[indistinct radio chatter.]
Thank goodness you men are all right.
[coughs.]
No thanks to you.
[breathes heavily.]
And why didn't the sprinklers work? [reporter 1.]
It's an outrage! [reporter 2.]
Two men nearly perished! There's complete negligence on your part! [reporter 3.]
It could have been a monumental disaster! [camera shutters clicking.]
Your gross negligence nearly destroyed the river.
What do you have to say for yourself, Lord Greystoke? That you are dead wrong, madam.
Your accusations are unfounded.
Really? Well, according to the fire chief, your stockpile of expired, leaking batteries is criminal by anyone's standards.
[Lord Greystoke.]
Leaking batteries? Impossible! I insist on monthly safety inspections on all my facilities.
- [clamoring.]
- [camera shutters clicking.]
Tarzan, wait! - Why is your mother doing this? - I have no idea.
But the last thing the earl needs now is for the press to start in on you, too.
[grunts.]
Fine.
There must be some mistake.
My uncle would never do anything so irresponsible.
Thank you, Clayton, but I can handle this.
I bought this warehouse to carry on my son and daughter-in-law's mission - But that's - To send aid packages to those in need around the world.
[Angela.]
While that sounds very noble, it doesn't change the facts about what happened here today.
I plan to investigate this.
Mom! It's so good to see you! [chuckles.]
What are you doing here? - [reporter 1.]
Angela, look this way! - Jane, what a wonderful surprise! [reporter 2.]
This is great! Tabloids are gonna pay big money for this! - [reporter 3.]
You look great, darling.
- [whispers.]
Go.
- Thank you.
- [reporters chattering.]
Charlie, please take Tarzan home.
Wait! What about you? This is my warehouse.
I need to stay.
There's nothing you can do until after the arson investigation.
Uh Don't worry.
I'll stay in case there's any news.
Thank you, Clayton.
What on earth are you doing here of all places? [reporter 1.]
Ladies, how about a kiss? [reporter 2.]
Come on! [reporter 3.]
Look this way! - You heard them, Mom.
Smile! - [clicking.]
[Tarzan.]
Are you okay, Grandfather? - [Digsby whines.]
- I'm fine, my dear boy.
[whining.]
It was you who saved those men, wasn't it? When I came out of the building, someone was running away.
It was very suspicious.
I think he started the fire.
Who was it? I don't know, but I have a feeling I'm pretty sure Jeremy was behind the fire today.
Speaking of fire, are your feet okay? [sighs.]
They're fine.
But Grandfather insisted on bandaging them.
[grunts.]
This is even worse than shoes.
I'm sure you're right about Jeremy.
He's got to be seriously ticked off we ruined his poaching business.
Now that he's running from the police, he's lost everything.
He has to be working with someone inside grandfather's company.
And whoever that is planted the leaking batteries in the warehouse.
So let's search the security records and see who had access to the warehouse.
Huh? - Tarzan? - It's unlocked.
Something's wrong.
[clattering.]
[whispering.]
Sounds like someone's already doing a search.
I'm betting we're about to meet today's arsonist.
[Tarzan hoots.]
[grunting.]
[thug 1.]
Hey! What's going on? [groans.]
Let's see what these chaps have to say.
- [Angela grunts.]
- Wait.
Who is that? [Angela.]
Oh, for goodness sake! I've done this a dozen times in my movies.
Well, my stuntwoman has.
She made it look so easy.
- Isn't that your - Mother? [sighs and grunts.]
[thug 1.]
Let's get out of here! [thug 2.]
Go! Go! Move it! [Tarzan and Jane grunt.]
We have to help her.
She could break her leg! [Angela.]
Got it.
[shrieks.]
[chuckles.]
Oh, I'm fine.
[sighs.]
She's fine, but they're long gone.
Your mother has some serious explaining to do.
Please, Tarzan.
She'll be mortified if she knew anyone saw her breaking the law.
Aw! I paid a fortune for these.
Oh, well.
Let's see if it pays off.
What is the Earl of Greystoke really up to? - [helicopter blades whirring.]
- [grunts.]
Police? Oh, dear.
This is not good.
If I'm caught, I'll be ruined.
And why didn't your mother think of that before? Um, probably because Mom never gets caught in her films? Come on, we need to lure the police away.
[grunts.]
So they have no clue she was ever here.
You know, Jane, I haven't officially met your mother yet, and if this keeps up You won't be joining Angela's fan club.
[helicopter approaching.]
Just wondering Did you ever think what would happen if we're caught? Mmm, not really.
Must be a genetic flaw.
What are you doing? You'll see.
Come on, time to get their attention.
There! Freeze! Don't move! Let's fly! You're sure you know how to do this? Try to keep up, Ape Boy! [chuckles.]
[Jane chuckles.]
[policeman 1.]
Stay right where you are! [Tarzan yelling.]
[policeman 1.]
Huh? How are they [policeman 2.]
That can't be possible.
Are you sure you know how to do this? Don't worry.
This is one of the first movie stunts I ever learned! [Tarzan grunts.]
[screaming.]
- I think it's time to split up.
- Me, too.
I've got my escape route in sight.
Good night, Jane.
Sweet dreams, Tarzan.
[ship horn sounding.]
[yawns.]
All I want to do is crawl into bed.
Jane? Uh, hi, Mom.
Are you just coming home at this hour? Um [chuckles.]
Uh, how about you, Mom? What did you do last night? Oh! I just dropped in to check on some unfinished business.
[sighs.]
I really want to catch up, but can we do it in the morning before school? It is morning, dear.
[groans.]
Oh, you're right.
I gotta go, Mom.
See you after class.
[yawning.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[drowsily.]
Tarzan.
Better wake up before the teacher gets here.
- Did you see the new video? - Oh [indistinct chatter.]
- [school bell ringing.]
- [gasps.]
What Oh, nodded off.
[yawning.]
I can hardly keep my eyes open either.
I hope we just have to listen to a short lecture and [sighs.]
Good morning, class! Pop quiz before spring break starts tomorrow.
[students groaning.]
[indistinct chatter and laughter.]
- [sighs.]
Finally, we can get some - [reporters clamoring.]
- There he is! Greystoke's grandkid.
- [camera shutters clicking.]
[reporter 1.]
What do you think about the arson? [reporter 2.]
How does it feel knowing the earl's under investigation? - [honking.]
- Get in! Oi! Come back! [reporter 3.]
You can't avoid us forever.
[chuckles.]
Nice timing, Grandfather.
I just wish there was some place to keep you safe from their hounding.
There is.
If you need me, Jane will know how to find me.
[growling.]
- [rustling.]
- Huh? [growls.]
[grunts.]
[growling.]
[Tarzan grunting.]
[purring.]
[growls playfully.]
[laughing.]
Well played, my friend! [sighs.]
Thanks.
I really needed this to clear my head.
It's a man-eat-man world out there.
The earl does so much good.
What kind of monster would want to hurt him? [Mastermind.]
They can't stop me.
The wheels are in motion to ruin the Earl of Greystoke and that freak show, Tarzan.
I'm finished talking about it.
That ape boy is going down once and for all.
[upbeat music playing.]
[theme music playing.]
[beeping and whirring.]
[Mastermind.]
You're telling me you had them in your grasp and they still got away with my animals? [sighs.]
I should've known better than to trust you, Jeremy.
Give me another chance, boss, and I'll make it up to you.
I've got a plan to take down the ape boy and the earl, just like you asked.
I won't let you down again.
You better not! I don't take kindly to failure.
And this time I'll be watching.
[sighs.]
There it is.
Right on time.
[tires screech.]
[whines.]
Oh, I know, Digsby.
[chuckles.]
I'm nervous, too.
[slurps.]
Oh Hello, Grandfather! [grunts.]
Tarzan! [sighs.]
- You came back.
- Had to.
I'd miss you too much if I didn't.
- [barking.]
- [chuckles.]
And you, too, Digsby! Aw, you remember the trick I taught you.
[gibbering.]
Dr.
Porter isn't with you? My dad stayed in Africa.
He stumbled on something interesting.
Muviro's gonna join him there.
[airplane passing by.]
- [reporters clamoring.]
- [reporter.]
Here she comes! Out of my way! [reporter 2.]
Move your legs, mate! [reporter 3.]
Here she comes! Why are all those people racing to that plane? [scoffs.]
They're not people.
They're paparazzi.
- What do they want? - Her.
- [reporters clamoring.]
- [camera shutters clicking.]
[reporter.]
Angela! Look this way! [reporters clamoring.]
Over here! I'm here to announce that, after deep soul searching, I have decided to retire from the big screen.
[all gasping.]
I'm giving up my film career to pursue my true passion, uncovering and reporting the injustices of the world.
[reporter 1.]
Whoa! [reporter 2.]
Is this for real? [clamoring continues.]
I can't believe she's making such a big change without even telling me first.
Why would she? Who is this woman? [chuckles.]
My boy, you'd have to have been raised in a jungle not to know who she is.
[chuckles.]
Fair enough.
So, who is she? Angela is an internationally-renowned film star.
And my mom.
[sighs.]
[both.]
Oh, really? [clamoring continues.]
[Tarzan.]
Well, aren't you gonna say hello? [grunts.]
We'll just catch up later.
This isn't my scene.
Well, then I say let's go home.
[barks.]
Jane, we'll be happy to drop you off on the way.
[sighs.]
That'd be great, thanks.
[sirens wailing.]
[Lord Greystoke.]
So, how did it go in Africa? Were you able to get all the animals back safely? - Yes, luckily we - [sirens wailing.]
- I wonder what's going on.
- [Tarzan sniffing.]
Fire.
Very close.
- Oh, no! - What is it, Grandfather? [Lord Greystoke.]
The Greystoke London Warehouse is on fire! Charlie, get us there as fast as you can.
[Charlie.]
Hang on, milord! [tires screech.]
No one's allowed in.
It's all right, Officer.
This is my uncle, the Earl of Greystoke.
He owns the warehouse.
Clayton? What are you doing in London? Last-minute trip.
After the latest tsunami, we're running dangerously low on aid packages.
But when I pulled up, the place was on fire.
Oh, [stutters.]
I'm Clayton Greystoke.
Uh, you must be my long-lost cousin.
Tarzan.
Ah! I've been looking forward to meeting you.
Uncle, the fire chief is back.
Let's see if he knows anything new.
Did everyone get out safely? There are still two men unaccounted for, but I had to call everyone back.
The fire is dangerously close to your battery stockpile.
I don't understand.
I put in every kind of fail-safe.
How could this happen? We don't know yet, but those batteries could blow at any minute, taking down the entire building.
The fallout would pollute the Thames for decades to come.
[Clayton.]
There's got to be something we can do to stop it.
We called for backup, but at this point it's gonna take a miracle.
Hopefully we're about to get one.
[grunting.]
[man 1.]
Help us! I hear something.
[man 2.]
Hurry! We're trapped in here! We're trapped in here! [coughs.]
We're in here! [grunts.]
Somebody help us! Sounds like they're high up.
[groans.]
It's too hot to touch.
But hopefully not for these.
Whoa! [coughing.]
[man 2 coughing.]
Hurry! Help us! [coughs.]
Help! - Let's see which way - [man 1 coughs.]
We're in here! Whoa! [grunts.]
Whoa! Ouch! [grunts.]
Nearly fried my hide! Oh! We're we're over here! [Tarzan yelps and grunts.]
Hot foot! [grunting.]
I should have worn shoes.
- [grunting.]
- [man 1.]
Quickly! - [coughs.]
- Let's get out of here.
[stutters.]
There's no way! [man 1.]
No, we can't.
We're trapped! [grunting.]
- [clatters.]
- I've got you.
And now you! [Tarzan.]
Hang on! [grunting.]
[men screaming.]
[Tarzan yelling.]
[metal clangs.]
[coughs.]
Incredible! You're amazing! - [man 1.]
Behind you! - [man 2 yelling.]
[grunting.]
[gasps.]
Those must be the batteries they were talking about.
- Get out of here now! - Come back! The building's gonna collapse on you! And us! Run! [grunts.]
There must be a way! [grunting.]
Come on.
Give! [grunts.]
[sighs.]
Rather wrestle a ticked-off croc than ever do that again.
[grunting.]
[indistinct radio chatter.]
Thank goodness you men are all right.
[coughs.]
No thanks to you.
[breathes heavily.]
And why didn't the sprinklers work? [reporter 1.]
It's an outrage! [reporter 2.]
Two men nearly perished! There's complete negligence on your part! [reporter 3.]
It could have been a monumental disaster! [camera shutters clicking.]
Your gross negligence nearly destroyed the river.
What do you have to say for yourself, Lord Greystoke? That you are dead wrong, madam.
Your accusations are unfounded.
Really? Well, according to the fire chief, your stockpile of expired, leaking batteries is criminal by anyone's standards.
[Lord Greystoke.]
Leaking batteries? Impossible! I insist on monthly safety inspections on all my facilities.
- [clamoring.]
- [camera shutters clicking.]
Tarzan, wait! - Why is your mother doing this? - I have no idea.
But the last thing the earl needs now is for the press to start in on you, too.
[grunts.]
Fine.
There must be some mistake.
My uncle would never do anything so irresponsible.
Thank you, Clayton, but I can handle this.
I bought this warehouse to carry on my son and daughter-in-law's mission - But that's - To send aid packages to those in need around the world.
[Angela.]
While that sounds very noble, it doesn't change the facts about what happened here today.
I plan to investigate this.
Mom! It's so good to see you! [chuckles.]
What are you doing here? - [reporter 1.]
Angela, look this way! - Jane, what a wonderful surprise! [reporter 2.]
This is great! Tabloids are gonna pay big money for this! - [reporter 3.]
You look great, darling.
- [whispers.]
Go.
- Thank you.
- [reporters chattering.]
Charlie, please take Tarzan home.
Wait! What about you? This is my warehouse.
I need to stay.
There's nothing you can do until after the arson investigation.
Uh Don't worry.
I'll stay in case there's any news.
Thank you, Clayton.
What on earth are you doing here of all places? [reporter 1.]
Ladies, how about a kiss? [reporter 2.]
Come on! [reporter 3.]
Look this way! - You heard them, Mom.
Smile! - [clicking.]
[Tarzan.]
Are you okay, Grandfather? - [Digsby whines.]
- I'm fine, my dear boy.
[whining.]
It was you who saved those men, wasn't it? When I came out of the building, someone was running away.
It was very suspicious.
I think he started the fire.
Who was it? I don't know, but I have a feeling I'm pretty sure Jeremy was behind the fire today.
Speaking of fire, are your feet okay? [sighs.]
They're fine.
But Grandfather insisted on bandaging them.
[grunts.]
This is even worse than shoes.
I'm sure you're right about Jeremy.
He's got to be seriously ticked off we ruined his poaching business.
Now that he's running from the police, he's lost everything.
He has to be working with someone inside grandfather's company.
And whoever that is planted the leaking batteries in the warehouse.
So let's search the security records and see who had access to the warehouse.
Huh? - Tarzan? - It's unlocked.
Something's wrong.
[clattering.]
[whispering.]
Sounds like someone's already doing a search.
I'm betting we're about to meet today's arsonist.
[Tarzan hoots.]
[grunting.]
[thug 1.]
Hey! What's going on? [groans.]
Let's see what these chaps have to say.
- [Angela grunts.]
- Wait.
Who is that? [Angela.]
Oh, for goodness sake! I've done this a dozen times in my movies.
Well, my stuntwoman has.
She made it look so easy.
- Isn't that your - Mother? [sighs and grunts.]
[thug 1.]
Let's get out of here! [thug 2.]
Go! Go! Move it! [Tarzan and Jane grunt.]
We have to help her.
She could break her leg! [Angela.]
Got it.
[shrieks.]
[chuckles.]
Oh, I'm fine.
[sighs.]
She's fine, but they're long gone.
Your mother has some serious explaining to do.
Please, Tarzan.
She'll be mortified if she knew anyone saw her breaking the law.
Aw! I paid a fortune for these.
Oh, well.
Let's see if it pays off.
What is the Earl of Greystoke really up to? - [helicopter blades whirring.]
- [grunts.]
Police? Oh, dear.
This is not good.
If I'm caught, I'll be ruined.
And why didn't your mother think of that before? Um, probably because Mom never gets caught in her films? Come on, we need to lure the police away.
[grunts.]
So they have no clue she was ever here.
You know, Jane, I haven't officially met your mother yet, and if this keeps up You won't be joining Angela's fan club.
[helicopter approaching.]
Just wondering Did you ever think what would happen if we're caught? Mmm, not really.
Must be a genetic flaw.
What are you doing? You'll see.
Come on, time to get their attention.
There! Freeze! Don't move! Let's fly! You're sure you know how to do this? Try to keep up, Ape Boy! [chuckles.]
[Jane chuckles.]
[policeman 1.]
Stay right where you are! [Tarzan yelling.]
[policeman 1.]
Huh? How are they [policeman 2.]
That can't be possible.
Are you sure you know how to do this? Don't worry.
This is one of the first movie stunts I ever learned! [Tarzan grunts.]
[screaming.]
- I think it's time to split up.
- Me, too.
I've got my escape route in sight.
Good night, Jane.
Sweet dreams, Tarzan.
[ship horn sounding.]
[yawns.]
All I want to do is crawl into bed.
Jane? Uh, hi, Mom.
Are you just coming home at this hour? Um [chuckles.]
Uh, how about you, Mom? What did you do last night? Oh! I just dropped in to check on some unfinished business.
[sighs.]
I really want to catch up, but can we do it in the morning before school? It is morning, dear.
[groans.]
Oh, you're right.
I gotta go, Mom.
See you after class.
[yawning.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[drowsily.]
Tarzan.
Better wake up before the teacher gets here.
- Did you see the new video? - Oh [indistinct chatter.]
- [school bell ringing.]
- [gasps.]
What Oh, nodded off.
[yawning.]
I can hardly keep my eyes open either.
I hope we just have to listen to a short lecture and [sighs.]
Good morning, class! Pop quiz before spring break starts tomorrow.
[students groaning.]
[indistinct chatter and laughter.]
- [sighs.]
Finally, we can get some - [reporters clamoring.]
- There he is! Greystoke's grandkid.
- [camera shutters clicking.]
[reporter 1.]
What do you think about the arson? [reporter 2.]
How does it feel knowing the earl's under investigation? - [honking.]
- Get in! Oi! Come back! [reporter 3.]
You can't avoid us forever.
[chuckles.]
Nice timing, Grandfather.
I just wish there was some place to keep you safe from their hounding.
There is.
If you need me, Jane will know how to find me.
[growling.]
- [rustling.]
- Huh? [growls.]
[grunts.]
[growling.]
[Tarzan grunting.]
[purring.]
[growls playfully.]
[laughing.]
Well played, my friend! [sighs.]
Thanks.
I really needed this to clear my head.
It's a man-eat-man world out there.
The earl does so much good.
What kind of monster would want to hurt him? [Mastermind.]
They can't stop me.
The wheels are in motion to ruin the Earl of Greystoke and that freak show, Tarzan.
I'm finished talking about it.
That ape boy is going down once and for all.
[upbeat music playing.]