It's almost 3:30 when Angela and Oscar realize he made an accounting error. That's the fifth strike. Stanley breaks out his retirement bottle while everyone else commences freaking. Andy asks Dwight what happens now, and Dwight says the e-mail goes out automatically at 5:00, unless he enters his password. Andy's like, okay, good plan, do that then. But Dwight refuses. In fact he yells at them for sucking so much, complaining and trying to hack into the system. They yell right back, en masse, and Erin even goes so far as to call him a crumb-bum. Dwight asks Andy to back him up, but Andy won't any more. The yelling starts anew, as Kelly and Erin shriek right into his face. "Good luck finding a new job, idiots," Dwight says calmly. "I'll make sure to write you a glowing reference. Glowingly negative!" Ooh, burn.
After the ads, Dwight has left, and Andy puts together an away team to go to his house and talk sense into him. Pam ("Dwight really likes you and your breasts are enormous," he explains, earning a modest smile from her that Michael wouldn't have gotten for the same remark until season six or seven) and Kevin are going along. Andy also dispatches Jim to go find Robert and try to intercept the e-mail, which is probably his best move since becoming manager. Jim asks where to find Robert, and Erin thinks Robert's at a club where you either play or eat squash. "I'll try both," Jim nods.
At Schrute Farms, Andy, Pam, Kevin, and Erin find Dwight in his overalls, digging a giant hole in the yard. Andy makes a peace offering in the form of a gas-station ball cap, which Dwight rudely throws in the dirt. So yeah, he's not receptive to their overtures, but when they offer to help him dig the horse-grave he's working on (that's not my joke, that's literally what he's doing), he lets the non-pregnant ones take up the extra shovels he brought out to dig by himself and join him. "If you hit another horse, you've dug too far," Dwight says.
At the club, Jim pretends to run into Robert while there for a "squash meeting" and quickly rips the label off his brand-new racquet before challenging Robert to a game. Or, as Robert corrects, a match. Sometimes I think Jim doesn't know squash at all.
With the grave dug, Dwight's about to head inside by himself to eat, when Pam wrangles an invitation inside for the rest of them to have some water. Dwight agrees, if they all take off their shoes except for of course Kevin. Pam compliments the house, and Dwight drops a little history on the part they're about to enter. It happens to be place's newest addition, built in 1808. "It doubled as a tuberculosis recovery room until 2009."