Edgar Rice Burroughs' Tarzan and Jane

You're telling me you had them in your grasp

and they still got away with my animals?

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.

There it is. Right on time.

Oh, I know, Digsby. I'm nervous, too.

Oh...

Hello, Grandfather!

Tarzan!

- You came back. - Had to.

I'd miss you too much if I didn't.

And you, too, Digsby!

Aw, you remember the trick I taught you.

Dr. Porter isn't with you?

My dad stayed in Africa.

He stumbled on something interesting. Muviro's gonna join him there.

Here she comes! Out of my way!

- Move your legs, mate! - Here she comes!

Why are all those people racing to that plane?

They're not people. They're paparazzi.

- What do they want? - Her.

Angela! Look this way!

Over here!

I'm here to announce that, after deep soul searching,

I have decided to retire from the big screen.

I'm giving up my film career to pursue my true passion,

uncovering and reporting the injustices of the world.

- Whoa! - Is this for real?

I can't believe she's making such a big change

without even telling me first.

Why would she? Who is this woman?

My boy, you'd have to have been raised in a jungle

not to know who she is.

Fair enough. So, who is she?

Angela is an internationally-renowned film star.

And my mom.

Oh, really?

Well, aren't you gonna say hello?

We'll just catch up later. This isn't my scene.

Well, then I say let's go home.

Jane, we'll be happy to drop you off on the way.

That'd be great, thanks.

So, how did it go in Africa?

Were you able to get all the animals back safely?

Yes, luckily we...

I wonder what's going on.

Fire. Very close.

- Oh, no! - What is it, Grandfather?

The Greystoke London Warehouse is on fire!

Charlie, get us there as fast as you can.

Hang on, milord!

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, 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.

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.

Help us!

I hear something.

Hurry! We're trapped in here!

We're trapped in here! We're in here!

Somebody help us!

Sounds like they're high up.

It's too hot to touch. But hopefully not for these.

Whoa!

Hurry!

Help us!

Help!

- Let's see which way... - We're in here!

Whoa!

Whoa! Ouch!

Nearly fried my hide!

Oh! We're... we're over here!

Hot foot!

I should have worn shoes.

Quickly!

Let's get out of here.

There's no way!

No, we can't. We're trapped!

I've got you. And now you!

Hang on!

Incredible!

You're amazing!

Behind you!

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!

There must be a way!

Come... on.

Give!

Rather wrestle a ticked-off croc than ever do that again.

Thank goodness you men are all right.

No thanks to you.

And why didn't the sprinklers work?

It's an outrage!

Two men nearly perished!

There's complete negligence on your part!

It could have been a monumental disaster!

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.

Leaking batteries?

Impossible! I insist on monthly safety inspections on all my facilities.

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.

Fine.

There must be some mistake.

My uncle would never do anything so irresponsible.