Edgar Rice Burroughs' Tarzan and Jane

Good morning, Kala.

Clyde! Oh, come on!

How many times have I told you to sleep on your own side of the nest?

Jane's cool, but everyone else hates it when I smell like an ape.

There! There he is!

This is where he goes when he's not at school?

Yeah.

It's his urban jungle!

What's up?

Besides Digsby wanting to give me a bath.

Maybe you should try taking your phone with you once in a while.

- Oops! - Sorry about that.

Grandfather, what's happened?

I received an urgent call.

Something's wrong at Greystoke Farm.

- What is it? - We're... we're not sure.

Let's just hope it's not more sabotage.

Wow, I thought it was gonna be a small farm.

This is a huge operation.

It has to be.

This is where we grow all the organic food

for the aid packages we ship around the world.

Hmm, I don't recall seeing that here before.

Not them again.

Ladies, gentlemen, please!

I received a tip that traces of illegal pesticides

were discovered in your aid packages after people became sick.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm with you, boy.

I need to make my mother understand the Earl isn't the villain here.

Tarzan?

- Tarzan? - Over here!

I found it. This smell.

Ugh, it is deadly.

You're right. Look!

Poison.

But Grandfather would never order it.

So what is it doing here?

I don't see any company name or label.

It's empty.

They all are.

Tarzan, this much pesticide would produce a lot more than just traces.

It could really make people and animals super sick.

Yeah, boss, we got a problem.

Monkey-Boy and his girlfriend have been snooping around.

You rather I go after them,

or dump the pesticide for the press like we planned?

Stick to the original plan.

Just get it done fast.

You got it, boss.

Let's see what the world thinks of the Earl of Greystoke after this.

I don't understand.

They just pour the poison onto the fields?

No, they do it with special planes.

Just like that one!

Hey, look over there!

I know a crop duster when I see one. What do you have to say for yourself now?

That is not my plane. Someone is obviously trying to frame me.

Likely story.

Now to really rain on the Earl's parade.

Bad idea!

Land this plane, now!

- Make me, Monkey-Boy! - Since you asked so politely...

How about I just send you down instead?

Oh, please hang on, Tarzan.

Boss will probably give me a bonus for this.

Two birds, one stone!

Now to release the...

No more monkeying around.

Careful, or you'll make us crash.

Then no more stunts.

Okay, okay, just back off, all right?

Wait! Stop!

Too bad apes can't fly!

Oh, no. Maybe I can talk him down...

if he'd answer his cell.

Come on, Tarzan. Just this once, please.

Which one does...

Huh? What the...

Who would be calling me now?

Jane!

What button?

There's got to be one.

Uh, hello, Jane. I'm a little busy right now.

Tarzan, look at the control panel.

- There should be a button for autopilot. - Okay.

Uh-oh.

Um, Jane, a little help!

- Pull back on the yoke now! - Yoke?

The steering wheel, pull it towards you hard. Now!

That's it. Now ease it forward and level out.

Got it.

Now you need to lower the landing gear.

The lever should be marked.

Yes.

Okay, now I'm gonna talk you in.

First, you need to bring her around and line her up on the runway.

You're doing great! Just keep it steady.

Oh, no! Look out!

Nose up! That's it!

You're down. But going way too fast!

Uh-oh.

So which pedal is the brake?

Whoa! Not that one!

Nope!

Oh, great!

Either crash, or flip the plane and dump poison.

Or...

I grab the beast by the tail!

You were totally amazing!

Phew! Thanks. Who says apes can't fly?

I need to check on Grandfather,

and make sure the press, especially your mother,

aren't eating him alive.

Don't worry, I'll set my mom straight about what's really going on here.

Or, at least, as much of it as we understand.

That pilot disappearing proves it, Mom. You're accusing the wrong man.

The Earl is being sabotaged and you and the rest of the press

are helping whoever's doing it.

The whole story is just too extraordinary to believe.

Mother, you know I'd never lie to you.

Nor would I, madam.

Of course not. I'm sorry.

I trust my daughter implicitly. But the evidence was just so...

- Planted! - Yes.

I can see that now.

That means someone really dangerous is still out there.

- How on earth... - Wait. Keep them up, Tarzan!

I see something under there.

- Got it! - What did you find?

You can put them down now.

Right.

Oh, sorry, Digsby. So, what is it?

A piece of a shipping order.

Unfortunately, most of it's been torn away.

But I can still read the name of the ship that brought the pesticide barrels to...

Southampton!

I need to get back to London at once

and hold a press conference to exonerate Lord Greystoke.

Mrs. Porter...

Call me Angela, please.

Angela, I am touched that you want to help.

But it might be wiser if we did not tip our hand just yet.

Mom, Lord Greystoke's right.

Whoever's masterminding this might get their guard up.

Or worse, feel like they need to do more damage.

Obviously, I've made an enemy recently.

I need to see if he's working with someone inside my organization.

I think I need to dig deeper.

I hope you'll let me help in some way.

I'd appreciate that very much.

We'll check with ICB,

see if they're any closer to catching Jeremy.