Sue Thomas: F.B.Eye
1.10 - Diplomatic Immunity
Original airdate: 19 January 2003 on PAX
Transcribed from Hallmark (UK)

Writer: Nickolas Barris
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After Bobby saves a woman from attack on the street, he realises the attacker is a Sudanese diplomat and has diplomatic immunity. Bobby is charged under The Foreign Officials Act of 1978, which threatens Bobby's career. The team must help him save his job. Sue & Myles question the woman who was put in hospital by the Sudanese diplomat, while Jack and Bobby investigate shipments coming in from the Sudan marked as diplomatic cargo, and realise that the diplomat could be involved in slave trade.


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[ Street - day ]

Jack, Sue and Bobby are on their way to the British Embassy. Jack is driving the car. They are lost.
Bobby: I thought you said you knew where the British Embassy was.
Jack: I do. It's right around the corner.
Bobby: Yeah. That's what you said three laps ago.
Sue: Just look at the map.
Jack eyes the map, but doesn't go for it.
Bobby: (To Jack) Don't do it. It's not worth the humility.
Jack: (To Sue) Real men don't need maps.
Sue: Oh, give it to me. I don't have the male map phobia gene.
Jack hands her the map. Suddenly, a woman's screams can be heard from a short distance away. Bobby leans forward from the back seat of the car.
Bobby: Hang on, hang on. Wait right here.
Bobby quickly gets out of the car and runs across the street. A man is wrestling a young woman. Jack and Sue get out of the car too.
Bobby: (Shouting across the street) Hey! Let her go!
The man pushes the woman and she falls onto the sidewalk, hitting her head. Bobby jumps the man.
Bobby: You got a problem pal?
The man tries to fight Bobby off.
Man: This doesn't concern you.
Bobby: It does.
Bobby and the man continue to wrestle each other. Jack and Sue run over.
Jack: (To Sue, pointing at the woman on the ground) Check her. She alright?
Sue runs over to check the woman.
Sue: She's unconscious.
Jack: Call 911.
Bobby: (To the man, handcuffing him) This is definitely not your lucky day. You just beat up a woman in front of three FBI agents.
Sue gets out her blackberry to call 911, but then stops as an ambulance arrives on the scene. She watches it arrive with a look of surprise on her face.
Man: Get off of me.
Jack: Hey, hey.
Man: My name's Mutumbu Kintu. I'm a Sudanese diplomat.
Sue: (To the paramedics) She hit her head hard.
A paramedic stoops down to check on her.
Mutumbu Kintu: (To Jack & Bobby) I have identification inside my breast pocket. Uncuff me - now.
Jack pulls Mutumbu Kintu's wallet from his breast pocket and opens it up to check his ID.
Jack: (To Bobby) Looks legit.
Annoyed, Bobby uncuffs Mutumbu Kintu.
Mutumbu Kintu: (To Bobby) You have made a very big mistake. I want your name, agent.
Bobby: Manning.
Bobby pulls out his ID, waving it about in front of Mutumbu Kintu.
Bobby: (Angrily) It's Bobby Manning. Remember it next time you get the urge to bash up a woman, mate. I might be right around the corner.
Mutumbu Kintu: Agent Manning, you will regret this day.
Mutumbu Kintu walks away down the street. Sue comes over to Jack and Bobby.
Sue: What just happened?
Jack: He's got diplomatic immunity. You gotta just love it, don't ya?

[ Ted Garrett's office - day ]

The team's supervisor, Ted Garrett, is talking to Bobby. Jack and Sue are also there.
Ted Garrett: I just got a call from the State Department. A diplomat from the Sudan called them, and said he was attacked by an FBI agent.
Bobby: That thug was bashing up a woman, and I stopped him.
Ted Garrett: (Firmly) You know you can't go around hitting diplomats. Now, if for any reason… this guy is claiming you perpetrated an act of war against his country. You broke international law.
Bobby: You think what I did was wrong?
Ted Garrett: It doesn't matter what I think. The man has diplomatic immunity.
Sue: And that puts him above the law?
Ted Garrett: Sadly, the answer to that is yes. Sometimes, it does. (To Bobby) And you've just put your whole career at risk. OPR wants an internal review.
Sue: I can't believe this. They're going to investigate Bobby?
Jack: This is ridiculous, Ted, and you know it.
Ted Garrett: Fine. It's ridiculous. (To Bobby) But you've gotta try and smooth things over. State wants you to apologise to Mutumbu Kintu.
Bobby: (Sounding angry) The guy beats up a woman, puts her in the hospital, and I have to beg his forgiveness? Not likely.
Ted Garrett: You don't have a choice. If he files formal diplomatic charges, you will be suspended. If he proves his case, you'll be kicked out of the FBI.
Bobby gets up and turns to leave. Sue looks at Ted Garrett with a look of shock on her face.

[ Bullpen ]

Bobby, Jack and Sue enter the bullpen.
Sue: How can they charge Bobby for doing the right thing?
Jack: The diplomatic relations act of 1978.
Bobby: Yeah. The little proclamation that doesn't allow us to enforce the law in our own country anymore.
Demetrius puts his fist up to Bobby as he approaches. Bobby puts his fist onto Demetrius' and then continues to his desk.
Bobby: What was that for?
Demetrius: I heard you took him out with one punch. That wild Aussie uppercut.
Demetrius does an impression.
Myles: I heard it was a right-left combo.
Bobby: Well, actually, it was a right hook.
Myles: Oh.
Bobby: But who's keeping track?
Demetrius: Yeah.
Bobby: (To Levi) How about you, old man?
Bobby stoops down and puts out his arms to encourage Levi to come to him. Levi runs over.
Bobby: Come on. Yeah, you would of planted the old one too on that drongo, wouldn't ya? Yes, you would.
Jack: (Addressing the whole team) Now, if this idiot decides to go through with this threat, play hard ball, we need to know what we're dealing with.
Demetrius: Mutumbu Kintu has been here as a diplomat from Sudan for the past two years. So far, we know he's got a reputation for flashing his diplomatic badge around Washington… whether it's to get himself into nightclubs or out of trouble.
Myles: He sort of uses it like a free hall pass in high school. We're still checking to see if, er… maybe he has any interesting skeletons in his closet that might come in handy… should we need such information.
Jack: Well, what do we have on the woman Mutumbu attacked?
Tara: Virtually nothing. She's a Jane Doe. She's in critical condition at DC Civic Medical.
Jack: Ok. Sue. Go to the hospital, see how she is, find out anything you can about her and her connection to Mutumbu. Myles will go with you.
Sue nods and Myles stands from his desk ready to get going.
Tara: Take the Cogent Mobile Bio, get her prints. If we get lucky, maybe she'll show up in the database somewhere.
Tara hands Sue the Cogent Mobile Bio.
Sue: Oh… can you trace who called 911? There were there before I could dial. Somebody saw what happened.
Tara nods. Sue and Myles head out.
Jack: State Department has requested that Bobby make a formal apology to Mutumbu.
Demetrius: You gotta be kidding.
Bobby: That's what I said.
Jack: (To Demetrius) Garrett wants you and I to go with him.
Bobby: (To Demetrius) For some reason, he doesn't trust me to meet with Mutumbu on my own.
Jack: (To Bobby) Look, you need to do this alright? Maybe we can diffuse this thing before it becomes a real problem.

[ Private club ]

Jack and Demetrius arrive with Bobby for Bobby's apology to Mutumbu Kintu. They approach where Mutumbu Kintu is playing pool.
Jack: Mr Kintu.
Mutumbu Kintu: (To Bobby) You have something to say to me?
Bobby: (After a pause) Three ball side pocket. Bank the seven… bring the eight ball back here for the winner.
Mutumbu Kintu: So, you think you know how the game's gonna play out?
Bobby: Well, let's just say I know how it should play out.
Mutumbu Kintu plays another shot.
Mutumbu Kintu: The State Department said that you wanted to beg my forgiveness… and to apologise. Go ahead. Start begging.
Bobby: The truth is I'm not sure who owes who the apology.
Jack raises his hand to scratch his forehead in realisation that Bobby is not going to give in too easy.
Demetrius: (To Bobby, in a hushed tone) Keep your eye on the ball.
Bobby steps forward and takes in a breath.
Bobby: (To Kintu) I'm sure we both regret our actions, and I think that we can agree that I shouldn't have punched you… and that you shouldn't have treated that woman the way you did.
Mutumbu Kintu: You mean the woman who tripped. The one I tried to catch, but unfortunately, couldn't… before she fell to the ground… because you attacked me… completely unprovoked.
Bobby: So, that's your story is it?
Mutumbu Kintu: It's the true story I'm telling the world. Your face will be the new symbol… of all that is wrong with arrogant American law enforcement. You challenged me, and lost. Game's over.
Mutumbu Kintu goes to play his shot at the eight ball. He aims it for the middle pocket, and Bobby catches it before it goes in.
Bobby: Wrong, mate. Game's just beginning.
Bobby throws the eight ball to Mutumbu Kintu, and he catches it. Bobby, Demetrius and Jack turn to leave.

[ DC Civic Medical ]

Sue and Myles are led into in the hospital room of the woman who was attacked by Mutumbu Kintu by a nurse.
Nurse: She's still unconscious. She has a severe concussion… MRI cat scan showed bruising on the brain. The next 24 hours are critical.
Sue: Our initial records said she didn't have any ID. She wasn't carrying anything?
Nurse: That's right… but, when we were changing her into her hospital gown, we found the strangest thing. Two thousand dollars and a hotel key stuffed in her bra.
Sue looks at Myles, a confused expression on her face.
Myles: (To the nurse) We'd like to collect that for our investigation. Er, the money and the key, not the er… bra.
Nurse: I figured that.
Sue: Has the fingerprinting been cleared with the hospital administrator?
Nurse: Yes.
Sue pulls the Cogent Mobile Bio out of her pocket.
Nurse: That's pretty hi-tech.
Myles: Oh, it's an interim distributed image system.
Sue: It allows us to digitally scan fingerprints… and match them against the FBI's database.
Sue moves to place the woman's finger onto the screen and then does a few things with the pen. She lifts the Cogent Mobile Bio away, turning the woman's arm to move it away. The woman has a few bad scars on the inside of her wrist.
Sue: Oh my gosh.
Nurse: Those aren't superficial. Whoever she is, at some point she was serious about ending her life.
Sue: Can you write on her chart… that I am to be called as soon as she wakes up.
Nurse: Of course.

[ Street - night ]

Bobby is waiting for Darcy D'Angelo. He picks up his cell phone to answer a call, as he hands her a carton of warm drink.
Bobby: (Into the phone) Hey, Kevin. Manning here, how ya going?... Oh, you've heard have ya?... What? Me worried? No way. As a matter of fact, I'm kicking back on a Taliesin beach with a nice tall one and a beautiful native girl.
Darcy: (To Bobby) That'll be native woman to you.
Bobby: (Into the phone) Hang on, mate. (To Darcy) Sorry, split second. (Into the phone) Hey, Kevin. You still got a connection over at CIA?... yeah… Ok. Do you reckon you could see if they've got anything on this Mutumbu?... Oh, good on ya, mate. I owe ya… Ok, cheers Kevin.
Bobby presses a button on his cell phone to end the call.
Bobby: Miss D'Angelo. My favourite journalist. Fancy running into you here.
Darcy: Funny how that works, Special Agent Manning… especially since you invited me here.
Bobby: Yes, well, there is that. But I prefer to think it's because you miss my dazzling smile.
Darcy: Actually, I couldn't pass up the chance to see the FBI's new… human highlight in the flesh.
Bobby: I see my new found fame proceeds me.
Darcy: Let's just say you've got the news wires buzzing.
Bobby: Which reminds me. What would you say if I asked you to do me a little favour?
Darcy: I'd say I'm already ahead of you… as always. I have a reporter friend with contacts in the Sudan. He's already digging around to see what he can find on Mutumbu. Was that the kind of favour you were looking for?
Bobby: Well, I suppose it'll have to do.
Darcy: You know what I like about you, Special Agent Manning? Never a dull moment.
Bobby: Woohoo!
Bobby and Darcy both laugh.

[ Hotel room - night ]

Jack and Sue are searching the hotel room of their Jane Doe.
Sue: Jane Doe isn't living a life of luxury.
Jack: There's only a couple of changes of clothes. She lives here alone.
Sue nods and opens up a drawer in the bedside table. She pulls out a stack of papers, while Jack looks in a box.
Sue: Hey, Jack.
Jack: What you got?
Sue: A newsletter from the Sudanese Embassy. (She hands him the newsletter) Look what's circled.
Jack: Mutumbu's photo. Not bad… I would have blacked out a couple of teeth and given him a moustache myself.
Sue notices a bit of paper on the stack of papers she's holding and holds it up to Jack to show him.
Sue: What do you think this means?
Jack: (Taking the paper) Dunbar Point.

[ Bullpen - day ]

Tara has a 3D map projected up on the screen.
Tara: Dunbar Point is a shipping terminal at the port of Baltimore.
Demetrius: And what we need to figure out is… how does that relate to Mutumbu.
Jack: Or if it does.
Lucy approaches holding a report.
Lucy: This just in, thanks to a fingerprinting match with INS' database. Jane Doe now has a name. Indri Raga.
Sue: Can you say that again?
Lucy: (Turning to face Sue properly) Indri Raga.
Sue: Indri Raka?
Lucy: (Fingerspelling 'G') Raga.
Sue: Indri Raga. Why didn't you say that in the first place?
Lucy laughs.
Lucy: She's a Sudanese national who claimed political asylum last year. INS fingerprinted her and set a judicial hearing date to hear her case three weeks later, and she failed to appear. Until now, she hasn't been seen since.
Bobby takes the report from Lucy.
Jack: Alright. Check with CIA, customs… maybe state's got something on it.
Lucy: Ok.
Lucy goes off to check.
Tara: I managed to trace the 911 caller through dispatch.
Demetrius: And who was the good Samaritan?
Tara: Goretti Dule.
Tara uses the remote to put her photograph up on the projection screen.
Sue: Um… I'm pretty sure you didn't say Robert Gulay… but that's as close as I could get. Can you write that one down for me?
Sue hands her the paper and clipboard she's holding and Tara starts writing it down.
Demetrius: You said her name like it's supposed to mean something.
Tara: Maybe not to you, but it does to Mutumbu. She's his secretary.
Tara finishes writing the name for Sue and hands the clipboard back.
Myles: Well, that's an interesting development.
Sue: What else do you know about her?
Tara: She's a Sudanese national, and she's been in America at the Embassy for six months.
Jack: Can we check to see if there's any connection between her and the victim?
Tara: Ok.
Jack: Great.
Ted Garrett enters the bullpen.
Ted Garrett: Bobby. I need to see you. Jack and Sue…
Ted Garrett nods towards the door to indicate they should come too.

[ Ted Garrett's office ]

Bobby, Jack and Sue are watching a video tape of Bobby and Mutumbu Kintu. The tape has been edited so that it looks as though Bobby attacked Mutumbu for no reason.
Ted Garrett: State Department just got this from the Sudanese Embassy.
Bobby: Where's the rest of it?
Sue: That's not the way it happened.
Ted Garrett: That might be, but this is what we have to answer to.
Bobby: Wha..?
Ted Garrett: Mutumbu's made it official. He wants you charged under the protection of Quant Officials Act.
Bobby: Righto. So you're saying this is starting to spin out of control?
Ted Garrett: No. Not about to. Already has. The State Department told me that they're not going to intervene on your behalf. They're backing Mutumbu.
Jack: For them to come back with that decision so quickly, has to mean that there is something else going on behind the scenes that we don't know about.
Ted Garrett: I've got contacts trying to figure that out… but that doesn't help us today. I'm sorry, Bobby.
Bobby nods and stands. He places his gun onto Ted Garrett's desk, and leaves the office.

[ Outside a daycare centre ]

Goretti Dule is crouched down at the bottom of the steps leading up to the daycare centre, hugging her daughter. Sue and Myles approach her.
Sue: Miss Dule?
Goretti Dule turns and stands.
Goretti Dule: Yes…
Sue: We're with the FBI. We'd like to talk to you.
Myles shows her his badge.
Goretti Dule: What about?
Sue: Do you know a woman named Indri Raga? She's a Sudanese national.
Goretti Dule: No.
Sue: But you did make a 911 call yesterday?
Goretti Dule: I'm sorry. I don't know anything about any phone call. (To her child) Let's go.
Myles: Miss Dule, we know you made that call. And we know you made it from the Embassy.
Sue: You should know. You might just have saved that woman's life.
Goretti Dule: How is she?
Sue: She's in a coma, but she's alive.
Goretti Dule looks relieved and hugs her daughter to her.
Sue: Miss Dule. We'd like you to tell us what you saw.
Goretti Dule: (After a bit of hesitation) I saw it all.
Sue looks at Myles.
Myles: (To Sue) Yeah.
Sue: (To Miss Dule) Will you testify to that?
Goretti Dule: (Shaking her head) I can't.
Myles: If you're worried about Mutumbu, we can protect you from him.
Goretti Dule: And how would you do that? I have more than just myself to consider. You must know he has diplomatic immunity. No-one can touch him.
Sue: With your testimony, we might be able to change that.
Goretti Dule: He almost killed a woman yesterday. I won't risk my daughter's future to save your friend. I'm sorry. You'll have to find another way.

[ Bobby's apartment - night ]

The team have gathered at Bobby's apartment to work on the case. There is a knock at the door and Bobby goes to answer it. Demetrius comes in.
Demetrius: Sorry I'm late. Got stuck in traffic.
Sue: Bobby's the only person I know who gets to spend it just to have a shorter commute.
Bobby: Just trying to help the ecology.
Myles: Hey, who's put half eaten donuts back in the box?
Myles picks one up and shows it to Bobby.
Bobby: That isn't half eaten. I ate the other half, which made that half completely eaten. That half isn't eaten at all… making it wholly uneaten.
Myles glares at Bobby for a moment before dumping the donut back into the box.
Tara: Customs ran all the electronic shipping manifests for the last two years and Mutumbu's name didn't even come up. So far, no connection between him and Dunbar Point.
Demetrius: What about the 911 call?
Myles: Uh… she can verify Bobby's story, but says she won't.
Myles has turned to write something on their diagram. Sue can't read his lips. She picks up the cushion on the sofa next to her and throws it playfully at Myles. He turns around abruptly.
Myles: Hey!
Sue: I didn't see what you said. Turn around please.
Myles walks up to where Sue is sitting on the sofa and crouches down so he is at her level.
Myles: (Purposely mouthing the words a lot and speaking slowly) I said Goretti didn't tell us anything.
Sue: Thank you.
The house phone rings. Bobby gets up to answer it.
Bobby: (Into the phone) Manning… hey… yep… yep… be right there.
Bobby puts the phone down and grabs his coat.
Bobby: Righto, gotta go. Last one out feeds the cat.
Bobby leaves.
Myles: What cat? I didn't know he had a cat.
Demetrius: He doesn't.
Jack: (While chewing on a bit of donut) I'm guessing it's an Aussie figure of speech for last one out… turn off the lights, lock the door…
Myles: Oh, well… he's in America, tell him to speak English.
At this comment, Demetrius looks up from the files he's reading over. Jack stops munching on his donut for a moment and shakes his head.

[ Street - day ]

Bobby and Darcy are walking along the street together.
Darcy: My contact in the Sudan says Mutumbu pretty much bought his way into position over here. Turns out he's not much more than a snotty nosed brat, who lives off his family's money.
Bobby: Might explain his sunny disposition. All play and no work can turn the best Sudanese trust fund baby into a real jerk.
Darcy: So I've heard. Kintu has the distinction of being crooked, as well as despised.
Bobby: I'm shocked. So what kind of family business are we talking about?
Darcy: Shipping.
At this comment, Bobby stops.
Bobby: Hang on. How sure are you of your sources?
Darcy: Very. Why?
Bobby: Well, because we've already checked up Mutumbu's name up against all the shipping manifests.
Darcy: Let me guess, you came up empty?
Bobby: You're pretty savvy for a beautiful native girl.
Darcy: (Smiling) Just because you're out of a job does not mean that I can't slap that adorable little smirk off your face, Special Agent Manning…
Bobby: Whoa. Did I just hear you say, "adorable"?
Darcy: (Starting to walk again) Can we get back on track? You seem to have forgotten your career is in shambles.
Bobby: Yeah, well, being depressed about it isn't gonna help anything.
Darcy: Since I doubt Mutumbu has a band in the family business… it's possible he's shipping under an alias.
Bobby: If you're a diplomat, and you were shipping something you wanted to be kept quiet, how would you do it?
Darcy: I have a feeling you're about to tell me.
Bobby: You'd use a diplomat pouch. International law prohibits US customs from investigating them.
Darcy: Right.
Bobby gets out his cell phone and dials Jack's number.
Bobby: (Into the phone) Jack, it's me. Yeah, I got a little job for the FBI.

[ US Customs office ]

Jack and Sue are talking to a customs officer.
Customs officer: We've had all kinds through this office, but… an FBI canine's a first. Glad to see the country's in safe hands.
Jack: How would a person track something a foreign diplomat was shipping into America?
Customs officer: Oh, it's all in the customs database. (Turning to his computer) Er, what did you want to check?
Sue: Shipments coming from the Sudan.
Jack: We're looking for any kind of patterns, or procedural irregularities…
Customs officer: Well, it looks like we've got diplomatic shipments coming from the Sudan, on average… couple every four months or so.
Sue: The name Mutumbu Kintu doesn't happen to pop up anywhere does it?
The customs officer checks the computer.
Customs officer: Not that I can see, but once it's labelled diplomatic cargo, nobody has to put their name on anything.
Sue: How convenient.
Jack: What happens when the cargo gets here?
Customs officer: Somebody signs for it and it gets transported to its final destination… could be anywhere in the US.
Sue: Do your records say who signed for the Sudanese cargo?
Customs officer: (Checking the computer) Uh… a guy by the name of Jeffrey Clarkson, president of Alliance Frape Forwarding… which is kind of odd, er… American companies don't normally sign for diplomatic cargo.
Jack: When was the last shipment?
Customs officer: Er, Clarkson signed a bill dating three days ago.
Jack: Has the cargo been picked up, or sent out?
Customs officer: It went to… Alliance Frape… warehouse number seven… but, er… I got no idea whether it's still there or not.
Jack: Can we take a look?
Customs officer: No. It's a restricted area. We're not allowed in, not even you guys.
Jack: Can we have the ID number on the shipment?
Customs officer: Well, I don't know what good it's gonna do you, but sure.
The customs officer writes it down for Jack and Sue, and they leave.
Sue: Too bad we can't get in to see that diplomatic pouch.
Jack: Yeah.

[ Street - night ]

Jack parks his car up on the side of the quiet road next to where Bobby is standing on the sidewalk waiting for him.
Jack: You look thinner in all black.
Bobby: You sure you're set up for this, mate?
Jack: It was my idea. How can I back out now?
Bobby gets into the passenger seat next to Jack and puts on the seatbelt.
Bobby: You had any thought to what career you'd be taking up if should we get caught?
Jack: I was kind of going with the idea that we wouldn't get caught.
Bobby: Yeah. Ok. I'll go with that. (He pauses for a moment) You know, I appreciate this.
Jack: Yeah, I know.

[ US Customs - night ]

Bobby and Jack head to the restricted area. Jack starts working on the lock with an electronic lock-picker.
Bobby: That new?
Jack: Yup.
Bobby: Pretty snazzy. You get it just for this?
Jack: Nothing but the best for you, buddy.
Bobby: So er, once your er, new lock pick there hopefully gets this door open, any bets on what we find?
Jack: Well, from the Sudan, I'm thinking… cocaine, maybe heroin. What about you?
Bobby: Nah, Mutumbu strikes me as a weapons sort of bloke.
Jack carries on trying to get the door open.
Bobby: Did you read the directions?
Jack: Just give me a minute. I've almost got it.
Bobby: You're gonna need five minutes, mate.
Bobby reaches into his pocket and pushes Jack aside.
Bobby: Out of the way.
Bobby picks at the lock for a couple of seconds, and gets the door open. He shows Jack his tool.
Bobby: Substance over style, Sparky.
Bobby and Jack go in, letting the door close behind them.



[ Inside the restricted area ]

Bobby and Jack turn on their flashlights and venture into the restricted area further. After only a few moments, Jack and Bobby find what they think is the right container. It is taller than they are, and just as wide as it is high. Jack pulls out a bit of paper from his pocket and checks the ID number.
Jack: The numbers match up.
Bobby: Well, one thing we know. It's bigger than a breadbox.
Jack: Yeah.
Jack gets out a little digital camera and takes a photo of the ID number. Bobby goes over to the box and opens up the container. They walk inside, finding it empty. Flashing the flashlight beams around the container, they notice a chain on one of the walls.
Bobby: Well, obviously, they've been chaining something up against the wall.
Jack: So, like animals maybe?
Jack holds his flashlight in his mouth and directs it towards the chain to take another digital photo.
Bobby: I suppose it's possible.
Jack and Bobby venture further inside. Bobby finds a shackle on the ground, with a bit of cloth caught in it.
Bobby: Jack.
Jack goes over to look.
Jack: Shackles.
Bobby: Looks like a… bit of a sleeve, or something… it's got blood all over it.
Jack takes another digital photo.
Bobby: I don't reckon it's animals they're shipping, mate.
Jack: People.
Bobby: Slaves.

[ Street - day ]

Darcy is sitting on a bench waiting for Bobby. Bobby comes over and dumps an envelope onto the bench beside her. She picks it up.
Darcy: A present for me, and it's not even my birthday.
Bobby: It turns out the Mutumbu's diplomatic pouch is big enough to hold dozens of Sudanese slaves. (He holds up another envelope) These are the DNA reports. I ran them through an independent lab, and they confirmed that Mutumbu's secret cargo is of the er… human variety.
Darcy: How sick does a person's heart have to be to do something like this?
Bobby: It's a level of darkness I don't even wanna be able to reckon with right now.
Darcy: Maybe it's time Mutumbu's dirty little secret turned into front page news.
Bobby: There's one problem. We still can't connect Mutumbu directly to the containers, or the slavery for that matter.
Darcy: There's plenty here for a story. If you want, we could send Mutumbu a nice, little message.
Bobby: Nah, nah, look… if you put that in the paper now, he's liable to come after you.
Darcy: You're not the only one with a nasty right hook.
Bobby: Hey, I'm serious.
Darcy: If I can't expose someone like Mutumbu… then it's time to get out. And I like my job way too much to do that. Thanks for the present.
Darcy gives Bobby a quick kiss and then gets up.
Bobby: Righto, one other thing though. Before you use that to write your story, I need you to do one other thing for me.

[ Bullpen ]

Lucy leads Darcy into the bullpen.
Lucy: Look who I found.
Jack: Darcy D'Angelo. Do what do we owe the pleasure?
Darcy: I have something that I think you'll find interesting… and hopefully, helpful.
Darcy hands over the envelopes with the photographs of the cargo container and the forensic lab reports.
Tara: What is it?
Demetrius opens up the first envelope and looks at the photos.
Demetrius: Looks like the inside of a railroad car.
Darcy: My source tells me it's a Sudanese diplomatic shipping container. I believe that it has something to do with the case you're working on. The container was used to ship slaves. You'll find forensic evidence in the second envelope.
Sue opens up the second envelope to look.
Myles: Who's your source?
Darcy: He chooses to remain anonymous.
Myles looks at Darcy with suspicion.
Darcy: Just so you know, this will be in tomorrow's paper. Call me if you need me. I'm sure you all have work to do.
Darcy heads out of the bullpen.
Jack: Maybe this is the chink in Mutumbu's armour that we've been looking for.
Myles: Well, yeah. Slavery never looked good on anyone's resume.
Demetrius: Just 'cause we've got photos and DNA doesn't get us a link to Mutumbu.
Tara: Maybe Jeffrey Clarkson can provide us with the link. He handles all the cargo that Mutumbu ships into the country from the Sudan.
Lucy: (To Sue) The hospital just called. Indri Raga has just regained consciousness.

[ DC Civic Medical ]

Sue and Jack have come to talk to Indri Raga.
Sue: Hi Indri. My name is Sue. This is Jack. We're with the FBI. We would like to talk to you.
Indri Raga: Why do you want to talk to me?
Sue: Because of what happened to you. Do you remember?
Indri Raga: I remember… being thrown to the ground.
Jack: Do you remember who did it?
Sue: Indri. The FBI is on your side. We want to help you.
Indri Raga: Did you arrest Mutumbu?
Jack: Not yet.
Sue: Indri, what were you doing with Mutumbu?
Indri Raga doesn't answer.
Sue: We can't help you if you don't tell us.
Indri Raga: I grew up… in a small village in Sudan. One night… men with guns came. They shot my mother (she starts getting a bit emotional) and my… my father. They… they took me, and my sister. They beat us. (She pauses to regain her composure) When we woke up, it was… cold and very dark. There were people all around us. Babies were crying, women moaning… we didn't know where we were.
Jack: Indri, how did you get free?
Indri Raga: Mutumbu… sold me to a very rich man, an Iranian family to be a servant. I was not allowed to leave the house. There was only one way I could think of to get out… that they would let me out.
Indri Raga looks at the inside of her wrist where the scars are, and tries to keep from crying. Jack and Sue pause for a moment before asking more questions.
Sue: Indri… when you confronted Mutumbu, you had two thousand dollars hidden on you. Why?
Indri Raga: My little sister, Chloe… I was trying to buy her back from Mutumbu.
Jack and Sue look at each other, and then Sue turns back to Indri Raga, leaning forward to her to put her hand on her arm.
Sue: Indri. We will find your sister.

[ FBI building corridor ]

Jack and Sue are headed back to the bullpen.
Sue: If Indri would testify that Mutumbu bought and sold her as a slave, we've got him?
Jack: Not exactly… it's her word against his. She has no physical proof. We need hard evidence linking Mutumbu and Clarkson to the shipments.
Sue: Mutumbu's secretary would know his meeting schedule. If Mutumbu and Clarkson ever met at the Embassy, she might have it in her log.

[ Children's playground ]

Jack and Sue find Coretti Dule at a children's playground.
Sue: (Running over to Coretti Dule) Miss Dule!
Coretti Dule: I'm late picking up my daughter. I told you, I can't talk to you.
Sue: We have new information.
Jack: We believe Mutumbu is involved in slave trading.
At this comment, Coretti Dule stops walking and turns around to face them.
Sue: If you know anything, we need you to help.
Coretti Dule: You know this for a fact?
Jack: The woman that he hurt, the woman you helped… was trying to buy her sister back out of slavery from him.
Jack pulls a photograph out of his pocket and shows it to Coretti Dule.
Jack: Have you ever seen Mutumbu with this man?
Coretti Dule: Yes. Mr Clarkson. He has been to the Embassy many times.
Sue looks to Jack, and shakes her head to tell him she didn't get what Coretti Dule said.
Jack: (To Sue) He's been to the Embassy.
Sue: (To Coretti Dule) Can you help us prove that?
Jack: We need sign in sheets, appointment books, correspondents… anything you can find.
Coretti Dule: (After a bit of hesitation) I'll try.

[ US Customs, restricted area - night ]

Jack and Demetrius enter into the restricted area. Seeing them come in, Jeffrey Clarkson comes running to them.
Jeffrey Clarkson: Excuse me! This area is off-limits.
Jack and Demetrius both show the man their ID cards and badges.
Jack: FBI. We'd like to take a look in that container.
Jeffrey Clarkson: Ah, sorry chief… it's restricted. That's the property of the Sovereign Republic of Sudan. Nobody touches it.
Demetrius: We don't have to touch it. We just wanna see what's in it.
Jeffrey Clarkson: Well, they don't tell me that kind of stuff. I just have a contract to keep it in my warehouse until the Embassy says otherwise.
Jack: Mr Clarkson… er, may I call you Jeff?
Jeffrey Clarkson: How do you know my name?
Jack: Jeff… you see, we have a problem. Let's say two guys are doing something illegal…
Demetrius: But we can only prosecute one of those guys, for whatever reason… let's just say because he's got diplomatic immunity…
Jack: So we then have to dump everything onto the other guy…
Demetrius: And let's just say, for illustrative purposes, that the guy is you.
Jeffrey Clarkson: I'm just a shipping agent. I don't know anything.
Demetrius: I don't believe you.
Jack: Jeff, we just want you to understand… anyone interfering with this investigation or obstructing it in any way, will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
Jeffrey Clarkson: If I hear of anybody who can help, I'll pass it on.
Jack: Good. You tell them that timing is everything. So, you call us… don't make us call you.
Jack hands Jeffrey Clarkson his card.

[ Alleyway - night ]

Bobby is walking down an alley. A car rolls up behind him and stops. Mutumbu Kintu and another man get out.
Bobby: Yeah, sorry fellas… I'm not looking to carpool today.
Mutumbu Kintu holds up a newspaper to let Bobby see. It is an article about him and the slavery.
Mutumbu Kintu: This wasn't a very good idea.
Bobby: Really? I thought it was a very good picture of you.
Mutumbu Kintu: This reporter… this Darcy D'Angelo… she's a friend of yours?
Bobby: Never heard of her.
Mutumbu Kintu: Then you won't care that she's been… silenced.
Bobby: (Firmly) If anything happens to her, I will make it a thousand times worse for you.
Mutumbu Kintu: You can't… touch me.
Mutumbu Kintu and the other man get back into the car and drive away. Bobby gets out his cell phone and dials a number.
Bobby: Yeah, get me Darcy D'Angelo please… well, where is she?

[ Prison ward - night ]

Bobby is sitting in the meeting area. Darcy is escorted into the meeting area by a guard. She goes to the seat on the opposite side of the screen from Bobby.
Darcy: I told them that this is the wrong shade of orange for my skin tone… I'm a summer, but… they didn't listen.
Bobby: You ok?
Darcy: So far. I've made a few new friends and uh… got into a couple of parties out in the hallway… I feel like I'm fitting right in.
Bobby: What happened?
Darcy: State Department got a little uppity… something about me messing with diplomatic relations.
Bobby: I've noticed they… can get kinda prickly about that sorta thing.
Darcy: Yeah, well… that was nothing compared to the part when I told them that I wouldn't give up my source. They didn't see the humour in that.
Bobby stands from the chair.
Bobby: Well, I'm not gonna let you sit in jail for me.
Darcy: Don't get a big head, Special Agent Manning. Sit down. I'm not doing this for you.
Bobby sits back down.
Bobby: Righto. This is er, all for the cause of justice.
Darcy: And don't forget, the American way.
Bobby: Well, does it get very dark.
Darcy: It's either that or cry.
Bobby: I'm getting you outta here.
Darcy: Bobby, no.
Bobby: You know me. Never a dull moment.
Bobby taps the screen between them, and then leaves.

[ Bullpen - day ]

Bobby enters the bullpen, dressed casually. Lucy walks towards him.
Lucy: You're not supposed to be here…
Bobby: I need to speak to Garrett.
Jack goes up to Bobby and they speak in hushed tones.
Jack: What are you doing?
Bobby: I'm gonna tell Garrett that I'm Darcy's source.
Jack: Bobby, we are so close to getting Mutumbu.
Bobby: I can't leave her in jail, mate.
Sue is watching their conversation from her desk.
Jack: Then I have no choice but to tell him that I was with you. I can't let you take all the heat.
Bobby: Nah, Jack, you can't do that. I need ya to keep working the case. Somebody's gotta get Mutumbu. Look, I may be going down, but I'd like you to make sure I don't go down alone.
Ted Garrett enters the bullpen.
Ted Garrett: You really shouldn't be here, Bobby.
Bobby turns to look at Ted Garrett, and then looks back to Jack and pats him on the shoulder. Bobby turns back to Garrett.
Bobby: What would you say if I told you that I was Darcy D'Angelo's… confidential source?
Ted Garrett: I'd say I wouldn't be able to protect you if you wanna record with that. I hope you know, this will cost you your career.
Bobby: Wish I had another choice… but I don't.
Ted Garrett waves his hand to tell Bobby he should come with him.

[ Ted Garrett's office ]

Man: You may not disclose any FBI procedures, protocol, or technology. You are not to discuss your cases here with anyone. You are prohibited to enter any FBI facility. You may not officially meet with any FBI personnel or any of your informants. You can no longer identify yourself as an agent of the FBI.

[ Bullpen ]

Jack: (Into his phone) Thank you.
He puts the phone down and reaches for his coat.
Jack: (To Sue) Let's go.
Sue: Where we going?
Jack: State Department. Customs just called and said that diplomatic shipment from the Sudan is coming in tonight.

[ State Department ]

Jack and Sue are talking to a woman named Claire Westbrook from the State Department.
Jack: CS suspect a sitting foreign diplomat of criminal activity. How much evidence would I have to have to prosecute?
Claire Westbrook: Depends on the crimes… and the diplomat. If you're talking about Mutumbu, you're going to need a lot. This thing has too many international repercussions.
Jack: Come on, Claire. The State Department has been stone walling us on this from the beginning. What's really going on here?
Claire Westbrook: (After a pause) Off the record. Al-Qaeda used Sudan as a base of operations from 1991 to 1996. Now they want back in… and they're offering hundreds of millions in gold for the privilege. Obviously, we wanna keep them out.
Jack: Wouldn't wanna ruffle any Sudanese feathers.
Sue: (To Claire Westbrook) Even if it means you're protecting a slave trader?
Claire Westbrook: You don't have Mutumbu with the smoking gun. And until you do… you've nothing.
Jack: Customs says that a diplomatic shipment is coming in tonight. We wanna be the welcoming committee.
Claire Westbrook: If… the welcoming committee… just happens to open a container and finds slaves… I'll use the full power of my office to expel Mutumbu. But… if that welcoming committee is wrong… everybody in it will be fired, along with facing criminal charges. So, how important is this to you?



[ US Customs - night ]

The team have arrived to be the welcoming committee to the shipment coming in.
Jeffrey Clarkson: No, no. It's a diplomatic shipment, with diplomatic protection. International law prohibits anyone from examining the cargo. I'm the authorised agent for the Republic of Sudan, and nobody opens it.
Customs officer: Is the FBI willing to take full responsibility for the search?
Jack: Well, we didn't come here for the ambiance and fine dining. We're opening that container.
Jack moves forward.
Jeffrey Clarkson: You can do what you want, but I don't want any part of it.
Jeffrey Clarkson moves to walk away, but Bobby stops him.
Bobby: Oh no you don't.
Demetrius: Stick around, Jeff.
Jack proceeds to open up the container, with help from Bobby. Tara is filming it all on video, while Sue, Myles, and Demetrius watch. As they open it up and look inside, they find many people inside, all locked up.

[ Private club ]

Mutumbu Kintu is playing pool in the private club, as Jack, Bobby and Demetrius enter.
Mutumbu Kintu: This is a private club.
Jack gets out his ID and badge and shows it to Mutumbu Kintu.
Jack: We have special membership cards.
Bobby: We thought maybe we could resolve our differences with a friendly game of pool.
Mutumbu Kintu: I'm afraid the game is over for you.
Jack: Oh, that statement may be a bit hasty.
One of Mutumbu Kintu's men approaches Demetrius.
Demetrius: (To the man) Hey, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Actually, we're kinda hoping you'll choose the hard way.
The man steps away from Demetrius. Bobby chalks up his cue and takes his first shot.
Bobby: The State Department sent some er, photos of your extra curricular activities back to the Sudan. Your government was very interested in your er, creative use of your diplomatic privileges.
Jack: And they were concerned that that container of slaves we intercepted, might not play out too well in the international court of public opinion. Go figure.
Mutumbu Kintu: I don't know what you are talking about.
Demetrius: Didn't really help your case, that Jeff Clarkson and a former slave, Indra Raga, were willing to testify against you either.
Jack: And that diplomatic immunity thing that you always hide behind… not gonna help you this time.
Demetrius: No more hall pass.
Bobby: (To Mutumbu Kintu) Yeah, well, look's like it's your turn. It's gonna be kinda tough to hold the cue when you're wearing these though.
Bobby pulls handcuffs from his pocket and proceeds to handcuff Mutumbu Kintu.
Bobby: You're under arrest. Game's over, mate. (To Jack) You wanna grab my coat?


[ DC Civic Medical ]

Sue and Jack are in Indri Raga's hospital room. Sue touches Indri Raga's hand to wake her up. Indri Raga slowly wakes up from her sleep.
Sue: We've arrested Mutumbu. He won't be able to hurt you, or your family anymore.
Indri Raga: And my sister?
Jack: We've located her, along with many others.
Sue: She's fine. We'll bring her to you as soon as possible.
Indri Raga: Thank you. Thank you.
Jack approaches Bobby who is standing in the doorway of the room.
Jack: Well, in case you were wondering whether this was all worth it… I think you just got your answer.
Bobby nods, and he and Jack watch Sue hold Indri's hand, comforting her.

[ Street - night ]

Darcy is walking along the street. She is carrying a lot, and drops some papers on the ground. Bobby comes running to the rescue, picking them up for her.
Darcy: Just when I was thinking to myself… you can never find a special agent when you need one, there you are. You are still a special agent, right?
Bobby: Thanks to you. Got dinner plans?
Darcy: Sounds like an offer I might not be able to refuse. What did you have in mind?
Bobby: Ah, I thought we might go over to my place.
Darcy: Don't tell me you have a hidden talent for cooking?
Bobby: Well, I've recently had some time off.
Darcy: Hmm.
Bobby: You know, you learn a lot from the cooking channel.
Darcy: Well, I'm proving I like to live dangerously, so uh… I'll give it a go.
Bobby and Darcy laugh, and then exchange a kiss.
Bobby: That's just in case dinner's lousy. Yeah, you know, I thought it might be good to start off with a little taste of desert.

[ Bobby's apartment - night ]

Bobby unlocks the door to his apartment and he and Darcy enter, to find Jack, Sue, Lucy, Myles and Demetrius all sitting, waiting for his arrival.
Jack: Oh hey, welcome home.
Demetrius: Look who's here.
Myles: Have some pizza.
Lucy: We've got salad too. Hey Darcy.
Lucy waves at her. Darcy returns the wave.
Bobby: I erm… wasn't expecting company.
Demetrius: You're FBI, mate. You're trained to expect the unexpected.
Sue: We just want to let you know, we're happy to have you back on the team. Hope you don't mind. We didn't know you'd have company.
Bobby: (After a pause) Ah, one question. Who let you in?
Jack: Oh. Read the directions.
Jack holds up the electronic lock picker.
Bobby: Ah-ha.
Lucy: Yeah, we hope we're not uh… in… intruding anything.
Darcy: No. But don't fill up on pizza. Bobby's cooking. He's been working on this wonderful recipe for rock Cornish hen.
Jack: Bobby's what?
Myles: This is the man who told me he wanted to move the stove out of the kitchen to make room for a pinball machine.
They all laugh.
Bobby: Yeah, I'm growing, mate. Trying out new things. Evolving… into the man that I always wanted to be.
Myles: The one who wears an apron apparently.
Bobby: That's why you love me. Never a dull moment.
Bobby heads off to the kitchen.
Sue: (To Lucy, signing only) Never boring.
Lucy: (To Sue, signing only) Never boring.
Darcy: (To Sue) What's that?
Sue: Er, never a dull moment. (She signs and speaks) Never… boring.
Darcy: (Signing only) Never boring.
Sue: (Signing only) Never boring.
Myles: (To Sue) How do you sign, "barefoot in the kitchen"?
Lucy rolls her eyes, before everybody starts laughing. Somebody throws a bit of food at Myles.
Myles: What's the sign for, "stop that"?
Everybody continues the laughter.

[ Closing credits play ]

[ Extra credits given after the opening theme plays ]

Eugene Clark
Polly Shannon

[ Credited actors/actresses at the end ]

Levi (the dog) … Jesse Renfro
Mutumbu Kintu … Hector Johnson
Indri Raga … Raven Dauda
Nurse … Edie Inksetter
Hotel Manager … Sean Sullivan
Goretti Dule … Michelle Moffatt
Jeffrey Clarkson … Michael Dyson
OPR #1 … Ray Kahnert
Claire Westbrook … Tracy Waterhouse
Customs Officer … David Sparrow
Stunt Coordinator … Dwayne McLean
Indri Stunt Double … Angelica Lisk
Stunt ND Driver … Shane Cardwell