In the break room, it's Nellie, and Dwight, and the meat cleaver, and a cutting board. And a lot of bluffing.
Erin's trying to read some fake news to Darryl and Andy about Hamid Karzai's "dollar days." Darryl wonders about where the story came from, while Andy's more concerned about the length of the pause in her tag. The resulting twenty seconds where nobody's talking are my favorite part of the episode.
Back at their desks, Pam decides to come off a big secret of her own: a guy from her high school ran into her at the mall and hit on her a few weeks ago. "That didn't happen. You would have told me right away," Jim says. Of course Pam's just fishing, trying to keep it light, which is more than Jim deserves at this point. "Between your birth and the last two days. Just tell me." "Give it up, Beesly. You know me too well," Jim scoffs. Keep digging, Tuna.
Dwight is taking roughly forever warming up to remove Nellie's hands, while she calmly drinks a soda. Darryl enters, takes in the scene, and backs right out again.
Pete joins Erin and Andy in Andy's office, telling them that Erin's going to need a cohost. Somebody who's already got rapport with Erin." Andy seems to get the clue.
Darryl decides to give Dwight and Nellie something for inspiration, and to kill the time: a laptop showing 127 Hours.
Andy, Pete, and Erin all show up at Clark's place, which he's got made up as some kind of love-den. Clark whisperingly asks Pete what's up, and Pete says Erin needed a co-anchor. "I'm his makeup guy. My hands are tied." Cut to the audition. Clark is ready to wrap it up, but Andy wants a couple more takes for himself. But Erin's hungry, so Andy asks Pete to take her out for a burger. "Yeah, whatever you say, boss," Pete agrees readily. Erin THs, "Even if this doesn't work out for me, I'm just glad I had the guts to do it. And maybe it'll work out for Andy." But judging from the romantic double-shot of Erin and Pete chatting together in the window of the diner, it seems to be working out best of all for Plop.
Late at night, Dwight and Nellie's sit-off continues over the end of 127 Hours and they discuss moving on to Rise of the Planet of the Apes before descending into childish bickering. Over James Franco. And to think they haven't slept together yet.
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