Jim finds Ryan playing Tetris, and Ryan claims, "I'm such a perfectionist that I'd kind of rather not do it at all than do a crappy version." Jim says Ryan seems distracted, and Ryan, without looking away from his Tetris, agrees. Jim says he's got a way to fix it. "Let me show you."
Returning to the hospitality suite, all of the higher ups are pretty mad at Michael despite the high he's still on. Even upon learning there's no plan, he tries to start coming up with one. "Day 45, company saved. Day 44, go. What do we got? We have fifteen minutes." That's three points per minute, though. Nobody's impressed, so Michael whips out his cell phone to call this Mexican guy he knows. "He knows economics as well as he knows bullfighting and I am going to call in a little favor." It's done before Wallace can stop him. Downstairs, Oscar looks at his buzzing phone, and then at us. The next thing he knows, he's in the front of the room at the hospitality suite, where Michael has just informed the assorted bigwigs the he has a plan to save them all. "Take it away." Oddly, Oscar does not take it away.
Jim leads Ryan to the front of the bullpen for an announcement, and shows him what he's got set up for him to prevent him from being distracted: an office of his own. Which is actually the electrical closet, with a computer crammed in there. "For a job well done," Jim says. "Well, not done." Ryan starts making promises and apologies, but Jim just chuckles good-naturedly, claps him on the shoulder, and shuts him inside. "Is there internet?" comes a plaintive call from behind the door. Jim just smiles. If he needed to yell, he wouldn't be Jim.
Michael has Oscar completely on the spot, despite Oscar's attempts to get out of this by deferring to everyone and claiming he has every confidence in them. Eventually he succeeds in escaping, and Michael follows him out so they can argue about who embarrassed the other more before Oscar simply walks off. Well, that's not what I expected. Michael returns, defeated. "That was a waste of a text," he says, and confesses they might be in trouble. "Where's the off-button on this moron?" the ex-congressman asks Wallace. Michael takes exception to that, citing his branch's leading sales and his 17 Dundie awards. "So you're the moron."