Jim's call to Wallace isn't going so well, until he says that Phyllis and Stanley have agreed to cover for him when he's gone. Cut to Jim in the break room trying to convince them to actually do so, and calling on their friendship doesn't seem to be cutting much ice. "Let me take you to lunch and I'll make my case," he says, which seems to get their attention.
Pete's building a new tower of cards starting with a wide base, and doesn't seem to be able to convince Kevin that he plans to make it taller. "He's a sweet kid, Darryl, but not the sharpest guy in the drawer," Kevin murmurs to Darryl when he wanders in.
Dwight and Angela are wandering along outside when he suddenly grabs her and stuffs her in a parked van. "Is it safe to talk?" asks the alpha-nerd in the driver's seat. "Well, this documentary crew has been following our every move for the past nine years but I don't see them so I think we're good," Dwight says. Angela asks if the guy, Trevor, has a gun, so he obligingly shows her a receipt, due to his unfortunate tendency to have his guns stolen from him.
Pam's up on the cherry picker in the warehouse, contemplating a ten-by-ten section of wall and trying not to be self-conscious about it. "You paint now?" Hide calls from below, settling in to watch. Not helping.
Pete's tower is accumulating levels and observers as he reads off the cards. Complaints include Meredith referring to a seminary as a "sausage factory" and Darryl pocket-dialing a client during sex. Although Darryl confessing-heads that he was actually eating spaghetti at the time.
Now that Trevor has established his bona fides at following and spying on people, Angela gives him an envelope and his assignment: "Murder." "Okay, that's the big one. That's the big M," Trevor stammers while Dwight looks shocked.
After the ads, Dwight is telling Angela that she can't have someone murdered, even if they are sleeping with her husband. He's sympathetic, but keeps trying to talk Angela down. And Trevor, too. They end up compromising on a kneecapping, even though Dwight hates the idea. "Because a woman with damaged knees can't scrub worth a damn." Trevor's in, though, saying it goes down at 4:00. "And once I leave, there's no turning back."