(YELLS)
Got you ! Broken arm. Boom ! Boom ! Boom !
Broken nose! Boom ! Boom ! Boom ! Broken nose! Gonna flip you.
Once a year, Dwight holds a seminar updating us
on the newest developments in the world of karate.
Because, as we all know,
the one thing that thousand-year-old martial arts do all the time
is change.
How can l pose this to you in a relatable way?
You are all members of the Yakuza,
and you happen to be visiting the Lackawanna Trolley Museum,
and you are attacked by Triads.
How can you hold them off until your clan arrives?
You cannot go wrong with a throat punch.
(YELLS)
Okay, so there's no defense for that. Good to know.
No, there is a defense for that. Let me demonstrate.
Someone attack me. Kevin, go!
No way.
Last time, you pulled my pants down,
and then you tried to choke me with my shoelace.
False. l did choke you with your shoelace. Now come at me!
Okay, with all due respect to everyone here,
l think the most worthy opponent of you is you.
That is correct, unless there happen to be measles present.
So let's just say that Dwight has come at you with the throat punch.
Now, how would you, Dwight, defend against it?
Easy. Allow me to demonstrate.
l am attacking myself with a throat punch. Here it comes.
Block. Grasp wrist as such.
And what if he comes at you with the other hand?
Because he does have two.
Good point. Second throat punch. Absorb the blow.
Groin punch. Hit, block, elbow to the gut!
Uh-oh ! Up to the nose! No, you're not!
(SCREAMS lN PAlN)
Oh, my God, he's making you look like such a fool.
He really is, but not for long.
Ow! God ! lnstep! Not again !
(EXCLAlMlNG)
You let go! You let go! l can't hold on !
You two are so evenly matched,
l don't know how one of you is gonna get the upper hand.
The important thing to remember, Jim,
we always have what is called the element of surprise.
(SCREAMS lN PAlN)
But l would say my favorite art form
is a tie between sculpting and stand-up comedy.
l did stand-up comedy once.
You did? Yeah, l killed.
That sounds like it was hilarious.
lt was hilarious.
DWlGHT: Michael? Yes?
What is the meaning of this e-mail that everyone got?
You'll have to be more specific, Dwight.
l get like eight e-mails a day.
This one. "From David Wallace to all Dunder Mifflin."
Whoo-hoo! Shout-out.
"Hello, everyone. l'm sure you've seen the item in the JournaI.
"Just want to stress, it's all conjecture.
"lf there's any concrete news, you will know ASAP."
Erin, do we have the Journal?
Your "feelings journal"?
You told me to put it in the time capsule.
Did you? Michael,
he means The WaII Street JournaI online.
Oh, "The wall."
l found the article.
"On a day marked by panicked corporate board meetings,
"one that is relatively unsurprising is Dunder Mifflin's.
"lt is rumored that they will recommend. . ."
And the article cuts off.
lt's $1 .99 to finish the article.
l wonder what it was gonna say.
Are you serious?
l got it, l got it. Oh ! Tuna beat me to it.
"lt is rumored that they will recommend declaring bankruptcy?"
No, no. That doesn't make any sense.
Oh, Lord, we're all gonna lose our jobs.
Not necessarily. Bankruptcy could mean a lot of things.
Maybe they're just restructuring to get out of debt.
Right. Oh, that sounds awful.
Or it could mean the end of Dunder Mifflin.
Oh, God ! Well, that's an interesting theory.
You know what?
You can all have jobs at Schrute Farms as human scarecrows.
lt doesn't pay much and you can't unionize.
WOMAN OVER PHONE: l'm sorry, Michael. David's in a meeting.
Ah, well, maybe you should spy on him.
(SNlCKERS)
Oh, my God ! Wouldn't that be hilarious?
I'II just have him caII you back when he's free.
Okay, okay. Good.
l'll catch you on the flippity-flip. Bye!
He's busy. Call me back when he's free.
(MlCHAEL RETCHlNG)
Michael, are you okay? Did you throw up in there?
No, just pooping. You know how l be.
But it smells like throw-up in here.
Crazy world, lot of smells.
You guys, what if this is our last day at work?
What if we never see each other ever again?
l like Erin. There, l said it.
l was kind of hoping she would ask me out,
but things have not panned out on that front,
so, it's time for the Nard-Dog
to take matters into his own paws.
(ALL MURMURlNG)
(SlNGlNG) Everything is gonna
We have to do something, because people are losing it out there,
wondering what's gonna happen.
Okay, we need some sort of distraction for everybody.
ls there anything new on YouTube? Michael. . .
Doesn't even need to be good. Oh, God !
l can't think. l need more Mullins.
Listen, Wallace said these were just rumors, right?
So we have no reason to think that the company's anything but fine.
So if we just go on with our work,
you and me, they'll follow along.
Monkey see, monkey do.
That's it. Monkey pee all over you.
That rhymes. So what have we on the docket today?
We have a monthly staff meeting.
All right! Let's conference room it up!
Here's the deal, guys. There is no new information as of yet,
so l suggest we all just keep working.
Sure, l'm a little nervous, but doing our work will make us feel better.
l only slack off when things are good.
Customers have to use the coupon code from the website.
And as of now, there is no differentiation
between the letter O and the zero,
but we are working on that. Stay tuned for that.
He needs me. Seat-save infinity.
Okay, great.
Also. . . Oh, God ! What?
Oh, my God.
What? Michael, what happened?
PAM: ls there news? There has been a murder!
What? What?
There's been a murder in Savannah.
MlCHAEL: Games have the power to distract peopIe from stressful situations.
Battleship got me through my parents' divorce.
Operation got me through my vasectomy, i.e. , "My Operation."
l don't think
l would have been able to endure my break-up with Holly
had it not been for Toss Across.
"Belles, Bourbon, and Bullets, a murder mystery dinner party game."
lt is so much fun.
Everybody plays a character, we go around the room,
we try to figure out who did it.
Hey, l'm wondering if this is a terrible idea.
This is my call, Jim. Big picture stuff. lt's about murder.
l thought we agreed that we wouldn't do things like this.
Tube City. You owe me one.
Co-managing is a give and take.
You have to pick your battles.
One of the battles that l picked
was to stop Michael from running plastic tubes
all over the office and pIacing hamsters inside of them.
He was gonna caII it Tube City.
So, yes, l do owe him one. . .
MAN: August 5th, 1 955.
It's a sad day down here in Savannah.
LocaI magnate BiII Bourbon was kiIIed Iast night,
and aII y'aII have congregated tonight for a meal
to celebrate Bill as he passes on to his great reward.
But you're not just here to pay your respects.
You have to figure out which of y'aII is the no-account scoundrel who killed him.
This is ridiculous.
There will be food. You leave, you do not get food.
What kind of food? Sandwich platters.
l'm in. Baby carrots.
Okay, here are your character cards.
Take one, pass it down. Here is your prop box.
Some of your characters will have props.
Now, on your character card, it tells you who you are
and what your alibi is.
Everything else is up to your imagination.
So if you talk slowly in real life,
your character could, say, have been kicked in the head by a horse.
Cool. l'll try it.
Okay. Use your imaginations.
Who did you get?
"Naughty Nellie Nutmeg,
"a vivacious young socialite with a penchant for scandal."
BOTH: Ooh !
Saucy. How about you?
"Nathaniel Nutmeg, the local bartender and Nellie's brother."
Michael, l don't like this game. lt's scary.
lt's not scary.
l don't like my character.
Who are you?
"Voodoo Mama Juju, the witch doctor of the Savannah swamps."
l'm not comfortable with this.
Well, how do you think l feel?
l mean, l have to play "Caleb Crawdad," handsome playboy.
Every night a different woman,
being ogled, having to hug and kiss and spoon.
l make them feel beautiful.
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Well, well, well !
What is this contraption, l do declare?
lt's my BlackBerry, Michael. l'm trying to get updates on the company.
Who's Michael? l'm Caleb Crawdad, l do declare.
You don't have to keep saying, "l do declare,"
anytime you say something, it means you're declaring.
That is the way Southern people talk.
And what designing woman are you basing that on?
Delta Burke, l do declare.
Now, shall we get to the mystery?
l'll go.
"My name is Deborah Utante, Deb for short."
That's clever. Debutante.
"Bill Bourbon was my uncle.
"l would have never hurt him any more than l'd hurt a June bug."
Nice accent. You sound like Forrest Gump.
l do not.
Well, you do, actually.
You got this kind of like Florida Panhandle thing going,
whereas what you really want is more of a Savannah accent,
which is more like molasses just sort of spilling out of your mouth.
Oh, now do the Swedish Chef.
l'm not familiar. What province is he from?
He lives on Sesame Street, dumbass.
You know, l think l'm supposed to say something to Pam,
l mean, Deb. Okay.
"l overheard you asking the butler where the pistol was kept."
(GASPS) Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
l'm the butler. What, you were listening in on that?
Oh, you rich people, you think you can do
whatever you want to the servant class!
No, no, no. Don't turn this into a political thing.
l will poison your food.
l reckon l got something to say
to Miss Beatrix Bourbon, if she don't mind.
Ooh, doggy! We got a party now!
l do believe that the game is a big hit.
People are really diving into their characters.
Y'all. . .
l made a mistake.
Sorry, l'm late, boss. What's going on?
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Sir, there has been a murder, and you are a suspect.
Okay. Hang on just a second. Let me settle in, and l'll be right back.
Very good ! Very good !
Now, no one was there in the wine cellar.
(TlRES SQUEALlNG)
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Hey there, young lady.
Hello.
l would be remiss if l did not ask the pretty young lady
out on a date for this weekend.
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Sounds like a plan, sugar.
All right! A plan it is.
(BOTH CHUCKLlNG)
Voodoo Mama Juju, explain your dalliance with the dark arts.
lt's not my fault. l was exposed to Harry Potter.
l know you did it!
l know she didn't do it. lt's never the person you most suspect.
lt's also never the person you least suspect,
since anyone with half a brain would suspect them the most.
Therefore, l know the killer to be Phyllis,
a.k.a. Beatrix Bourbon, the person l most medium suspect.
Do you want to go out on a date with me?
We can make out by the horses.
Well, you know old Nellie is always up for a romp in the hay.
How about a threesome?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah. My boudoir's always open.
Nice.
l'm a little worried l might have asked out Naughty Nellie and not Erin.
Which would be a whole lot less appealing,
because Naughty Nellie says yes to everyone,
and she might be a murderer.
Follow before. . .
l just got an e-mail from corporate,
specifically for Accounting, to stop all payments to our vendors.
What does that mean?
Well, maybe nothing, but it could be a problem with liquidity. . .
Whoa! What's this strange Yankee accent
coming out of your mouth, son?
This here is Savannah.
Phyllis. . .
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) This. . . Plan. . .
This plantation, we're running low on greenbacks,
and we're having problems paying the people
who give us the seeds and the dirt. We can't pay them.
Michael, l can't. . .
Basically, it could mean a lot of things, but it is unprecedented,
so it's cause for concern.
Okay, l'm going back to work.
No. No, no, no. No. No, no.
l'm gonna skip forward to a really big clue. Here we go.
MAN: WeII, by now, you figured out that oId Beatrix Bourbon was the killer.
PAM: What?
Michael, l was doing so well.
Are you going to believe that? That is a. . .
That's a misdirection.
We still don't know who the murderer is.
Nellie Nutmeg, come back in here! l can't do this myself.
Voodoo Mama Juju. What am l gonna do?
Okay, so corporate is still in their meeting.
That could be a good sign.
Hey, everyone, Kevin's gonna give us his take on the situation.
Let's listen up.
All right, guys, it's a workday, and you guys work here,
so let's go do some work.
Now, Jim telling us all to work,
l think that is a very good sign.
Don't just say things.
Oh, good, Michael. Listen, l wrote up those sales targets. . .
l do believe you have me mistaken. My name is Caleb Crawdad.
Y'all skedaddled way too soon. We need to reopen this case.
No, you're not re-opening the case. The case is closed.
No, it ain't.
Frankly, l'm not surprised.
A lot of the evidence seemed to be based on puns.
l was just thinking about Weekend at Bernie's.
So funny. The guy's dead the whole time.
(CHUCKLES) l haven't seen it.
Speaking of weekends, you excited about our date this weekend?
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Of course, Nathaniel.
Okay.
Where are you taking me?
Well. . .
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) The finest steakhouse in all Savannah.
Savannah? That's a far way from Scranton.
Did you mean a real date?
No.
Did you?
Totally not.
l thought it was for real.
So l was excited, but it was part of the game.
You're sure it was water? lt couldn't have been acid?
l already declared you, it was too dark to tell !
Stop playing games with me, Crawdad !
This is not a game! This is my life!
You are out of order, sir! Answer me!
You are out of order! You are out of order!
l think Michael may have snapped.
Or maybe he's just stuck in character.
Well, which is worse? Snapped or stuck?
Both. They're both worse.
lt's gonna be all right. We're a good company.
We'll figure this out. We're not going under.
Jim, what if we both lose our jobs?
l'm trying to think of a way that this all ends up fine,
and l can't think of one.
Deb, what in the world? Do you have the vapors?
Michael ! Not now. Can't wait.
We have to get you to our witch doctor right now.
Come on, come on !
l should just go.
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Where to now, Caleb?
MlCHAEL: To Mama Juju Booboo.
Michael, can l. . .
Okay, l'm just gonna skip right past the what and go with why?
Because this is the recreation of a crime scene.
l'm the dead body, and these are my brain chunks.
Hey, shut up. You're dead.
Michael, can l talk to you in your office?
No Michael here. My name is. . . Caleb!
Today, of all days? No! You shut up!
They need this game, Jim.
Let us have this stupid little game, all right?
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) Oh, you startled me!
My stars, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
What can l do you for?
Wallace is on the phone. He's returning your call.
Detective Wallace?
l don't think so. l think it's David Wallace from Dunder Mifflin.
Oh, shucks! Tell him l'm not here.
You're not gonna answer the phone?
No, l only answer to Detective Wallace,
'cause l got a warm body in the other room.
l'll take it.
Hey, David.
DAVID: Hey. Sorry to be getting back to you guys so late.
Things are stiII a bit unclear.
We didn't officiaIIy decide anything yet.
Oh, okay.
But if l can be candid with you here, Jim, it's not good.
We fuIIy expect to be out of money by the end of the year.
lnsolvent.
So, well, you know what? I'm sorry. I have to run.
But we will taIk soon, okay? Sure.
Okay. Oh, you know, while l have you,
today l was working on this pitch for a supermarket chain. . .
Great. . . .and it would actually be a big account.
Okay, look, you know what?
I can't reaIIy get my head around anything
Iike that right now, but that's great.
Keep after it, but I gotta run.
Okay. Thanks, Jim.
See you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
What's the news?
Nothing yet.
Well, l guess that's not. . .
Well, there is some bad news.
There has been another murder.
A murder, you say?
l do declare.
Conference room, everyone.
Do we have to play?
No. Super.
Oh, this could be a juicy one.
Get in there! Get in there!
JIM: I think today was a good day to have two managers,
because if you're a famiIy stuck on a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean,
one parent might want to just keep rowing.
But if the other parent wants to pIay a game,
it's not because they're crazy.
lt's because they're doing it for the kids. And l get that now.
(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT) There has been a lot of murder and a lot of intrigue.
My little heart can barely take it no more.
(NORMAL ACCENT) Today is the hardest l have worked in a long, long time.
l didn't do it! Okay.
Everybody just calm down. l am calm.
Count of three, we're all gonna put down our guns.
l have crossbows.
We'll put down our weaponry on the count of three.
ANDY: Okay.
You ready? DWlGHT: l'm ready.
One, two. . .
Two.
Three. Three.
(ALL YELLlNG)
Andy revealed himself to be a double agent,
at which point, Dwight felt comfortable
revealing that he also was a double agent,
and then, Michael announced to everybody that,
get this, he was a double agent.
Oh, and it is 6:00.
Really?
lt wasn't me! l'm not going down for this!
Hey, l want to go home.
Get the keys out of my purse, start the car.
(ALL PANTlNG)
(ALL YELLlNG)