As the scene is closed for examination, Anna cries softly ("I can't believe this!"), and The Man waves Jake over. The King is dead. Jake breaks the news to Malik, who licks his lips and fights back tears. So am I, but they're of boredom. MOVE IT ALONG, already.
Now the beautifully-paneled dorm is secured. NWN says that Baako will surely be the new ruler of Kembu, if Malik isn't assassinated or anything anytime soon. Then Jake gets called back to Leader's office. Anna is all, "We want you here!" But Jake has to go.
In Leader's office, Jake gives an oral report of what happened, adding, "But you know all this. What am I doing here?" Leader and The Man look at each other meaningfully (sip!), as if to say, uh-oh, someone's going to get a case of the ethi-wethics! And care like a little bear! Oh, yes he is! Jake's off the case. Because Malik is going to have to make his own security arrangements (feel free to use my ad, prince), since the U.S. is entering diplomatic talks with Baako's new government. Jake is all, "So we're changing sides. Just like that." Yepper. Though we weren't really on anyone's side but the oil's. You know, whoever controls the flow is whom we're down for. Is this news to anyone? Leader says, "You proved yourself, you proved our unit...it's a small victory." Heh, she said "unit." Jake stomps out of the office like Donna Martin.
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!