Dwight's outside on the phone with the realtor and suddenly looks around himself, and the building he's in front of. "Cancel it," he orders. "I want you to make an offer at 1725 Slough Avenue. Make 'em an offer they can't refuse. No, on second thought, lowball 'em. Don't call me till you have it." What is he up to?
On board the parked corporate jet, Michael continues asking Jo nervous questions while she pours them drinks. "I have an early dinner that I need to get to," Michael tries. "With the Chief of Police."
Creed tells Gabe after his interview, "Very relived to learn it wasn't you." Gabe calls Stanley up. "It wasn't me," Stanley rumbles without moving. "What a rich timbre your voice has?" Gabe observes nervously. I would describe the timbre of Gabe's voice as reedy, in case you're wondering. Gabe announces his conclusion: "You did it," he tells Andy. He doesn't really have anything to back that up, but suggests everyone go with it for now. Jim speaks up that this seems unfair. Andy agrees, "For all we know, it could have been...Jim!" Jim: "Really?" Well, what did he expect?
Jo is taking a different tack with Michael, acting as his therapist instead of his scary, angry boss. She remarks that he doesn't seem like his usual self, and Michael admits that he's going through a rough patch. "Mama Jo knew there was something up," she says. She's empathetic as he says it's been going on all year. "My favorite restaurant closed down. Me new favorite restaurant sucks." He finally says, "I miss Holly." Jo asks who that is. "Holly Flax, from the Nashua branch," Michael says. "Best HR rep that Dunder Mifflin has ever seen." So all the other branches were bought by Sabre as well? I'm not sure that was made clear before, but I guess now we know. Michael adds, "It's also not been a blockbuster year financially; my Blockbuster stock is down." Yeah, that investing folk wisdom about buying what you like probably shouldn't apply to Michael.
Back at the office, Kevin boils it down to the one vital question that they should all be asking: "Who is the whistleblower?"
And here's David Wallace, on the front step of his home, with his dog, wearing a yellow hoodie that reads "SUCK IT" on the front. Of course he smugly tells us about how he started spreading the word about the printers as soon as he heard. "But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk about Suck It. Suck It--" And we cut away without hearing anything more about his revolutionary product.