In the hallway, Jake runs into Witchay Woman. He's mad that he's been taken off guard duty since, I don't know, he cares about protecting a human life or something. What a pussy! Witchay says, "You know something I don't? This agency's job is to uphold our nation's foreign policy. Protecting the enemy of our new ally contradicts that policy." Now, that sounds like us, all right. Plus the self-congratulatory photo ops that have been flooding our nation since we started the whole Iraq invasion thing. And what about the whole capture of Saddam Hussein thing? That photo of him with the beard on, post-capturing, is as crazy as Nick Nolte's mug shot when he was arrested for driving 'n' roofing. Jake is all, "You're okay with that?" Oh, look at the free-thinking citi-witizen! All caring about individuals more than institutions! He's been boning up on his life-protecting lessons, all for nothing! Witchay advises Jake leaves his politics at the door. Yeah, the WIMP door, sucka. He hisses, "And my ethics?" Witchay looks like she smells a fart when she says she doesn't know about those, since she barely knows Jake. Well, not with that attitude, you won't!

Jake returns to the dorm, looking for Malik. He isn't around. Jake uses his nano-hearing and catches a snippet of Malik saying, "It's all over." Jake rushes to the roof, where Malik and Anna are holding each other and looking at the Washington Monument. Cue the sad piano! Okay, now work it throughout the scene. Good job. Malik says he isn't going to jump, and if he did, Jake would probably save him, anyway. Jake says he "has some bad news," but Malik already knows that "Baako's your man now." He looks over at some twinkling lights that are supposed to be Embassy Row, and guesses that they're all busy partying because not one of them called him. Anna says, "The ambassador of South Africa said he'd call you in the morning!" Oh, boy. I'd love to hear that call. "Sorry your dad's dead and that the lineage of your family has been cut off at the knees -- hey, can I call you in the AM? Sweet." Malik knows the ambassador is "going to be busy," then thanks Jake for doing all he could. Malik will be okay. It's his "destiny." Go, sad piano, go!

Back at the NSA, Jake and Dr. Thora have a drink in her lab. How awesome to see that keeping booze in the office is a tradition kept alive by Generation X. Now, who do I talk to about the whole not-reading-newspapers thing? Just kidding. I know why young people don't read newspapers anymore -- because there isn't enough cursing. Anyway, the bottle Dr. Thora has looks like Goldschlager (blech!), but the liquid is amber-colored, like whiskey. Good for her. She says Jake "needs to make peace" with the ways of the NSA, since "at the end of the day," there's nothing he can do about it. It's true. Shake it off, Jake. But he can't. He doesn't know if he can do this anymore. Dr. Thora says she would understand if he didn't or couldn't come to work for the NSA anymore, but she would "really, really miss" him. Oh, yeah. This should be the part when they kiss. But they don't! Dammit! They just look at each other meaningfully (sip!), then look back down at their glasses.