"Getting Reacquainted"
INTRODUCTION: THE SCRANTON OFFICE
(Reception desk is vacant)
(Dwight is sitting at his desk, nervously bouncing his leg and chewing on his fingernails and spitting them out)
(Michael walks in)
Michael: Hey ho. Good morning all. (Looks over at the reception desk) Where's Pam?
Dwight: (Standing up quickly) Michael! Where are (looking around) you know (looking behind Michael and whispering) THEM?
(Jim and Josh walk in)
Jim: Hey Dwight. How's it going buddy? (He pats him on the shoulder)
(Dwight shrugs him off)
Dwight: (Evil) Don't buddy me. You may think you're in charge here but you are wrong. Dead wrong, you understand me?
Josh: That's right. Because myself and Michael are in charge. Isn't that right Michael?
Michael: Riiighty you are my good man. Let me get you guys situated. After you.
(Jim looks at Pam's desk and notices that she's not there. He looks around and starts waving to people)
(Jim & Josh start to walk ahead of Michael as he turns to Dwight)
Michael: Would you please behave yourself Dwight? You're acting like a little girl alright. Or even worse, like Oscar.
Dwight: Really? Well does Oscar, in his free time, hunt down perpetrators with a potato gun and fire at them until the subjects are beaten to a bloody pulp? I think not.
(Long uncomfortable silence)
Michael: How many times have I told you? No more Red Bulls in the morning.
Dwight: But I like the sweet berry taste. It's also good for my sinuses.
Michael: Just, no more OK?
(He walks away towards Josh & Jim. Dwight has a puss on his face)
Michael: So, this is where you guys will be situated. What do you think?
Jim: This works.
Josh: Yeah but what about the conference room?
Michael: Well, we at Dunder-Mifflin Scranton believe that conferences can happen out in the open area without really needing an actual room.
Josh: Yeah, but not all conferences are addressed for all to hear Michael.
Michael: Look Josh, you may have had your own ways of doing things in Stamford but down here in Scranton, we get it done our own way, OK?
Josh: (Skeptical) OK, but I really don't think
Michael: (Interrupting) And obviously Jan picked my way over yours so I win.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF MICHAEL
Michael: (VO) This transition is going to be hard for some of our new members to get accustomed to. We have our own efficient ways of handling things here. (Old shot of Oscar wearing Angela's baby poster T-shirt around the office) And I'm not exactly sure how, but it just works for us. We even have our own secret language at times (Shot of Michael coming out of his office and addressing Dwight saying "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's uuuuuuuuuuup?!) Josh is just going to have to learn to deal with that.
(Pam is rushing into the office)
(Michael sees her and comes over to reception)
Pam: Michael, I'm sorry I'm late. There was a big accident in front of my apartment and
Michael: (Interrupting) Now, Pam. We all know the real reason why you are late am I right? (He gestures his head towards Jim in the conference room who hasn't noticed Pam yet)
(Pam looks over and sees Jim)
Pam: No that's not it. There really was an
Michael: (Interrupting) Sure, sure. Whatever. Can you give me my messages when you're done LYING? (He starts laughing)
(Pam doesn't look amused at all and is just staring at him)
Michael: (Stops laughing) Seriously, my messages. (Pause) When you get a moment. (Still scared of her look) Whenever. No rush. (He looks around uncomfortably and enters his office)
(Pam starts getting situated and looks up at Jim again)
(Jim & Josh are setting up their desks while Dwight walks in)
Dwight: So I take it that everything is to your liking? (He stifles a laugh)
Jim: (Skeptical) Yeah everything's fine.
Dwight: OK, well then I guess I'll go. (He just stands there with a grin on his face)
(Josh picks up something from inside of his desk)
Josh: What the hell is this?
(It's his mouse pad and it's submerged in J-ello)
Josh: (To Dwight) Did you do this?
Dwight: Well, I thought that was Jim's
Josh: (Interrupting) And you thought this was funny?
Dwight: No I
Josh: (Interrupting) I'm not sure what you are normally accustomed to but from now on, you will live be my rules, you got that?
Jim: Yeah Dwight. That is so immature.
Dwight: (To Josh) -Gasp- I'm sorry sir. It will never happen again.
Josh: It better not.
(Dwight runs out)
(Josh turns to Jim)
Josh: Man you weren't kidding. He really is easy to manipulate.
Jim: I know.
(They both start laughing)
(Jim looks up and sees Pam at her desk)
Jim: Um, I'll be right back.
Josh: OK.
(Jim heads over to Pam's desk but Kelly stops him)
Kelly: (Babbling) Hey Jim. How's it going? We like totally missed you around the office, you know? So, what was Stamford like? I heard it's like the new New York City now and it's a really cool place to live.
(Jim is just nodding and looks up at Pam who notices him. For a second they are both uncomfortable but then Jim mouths "Help me" and Pam breaks out into a laugh)
Kelly: So, what's been going on? Did you know that Ryan and I are still dating? Isn't that the best? I mean who would have thought, right?
Pam: Kelly? There's a call for you on line 2.
Kelly: Really? OK thanks. Bye Jim.
Jim: See ya.
(He walks over to Pam's desk)
Jim: Thank you.
Pam: No problem. It was fun to watch you sweat it out a little though.
Jim: Yeah thanks. So, how are you?
Pam: I'm good. Have my own apartment now.
Jim: Yeah, no I heard. That's great.
Pam: Yeah, I took your advice and enrolled in some graphic art classes.
Jim: That's great.
Pam: Yeah.
(Roy comes in and walks over to Pam's desk)
Roy: Hey Pam. How's it going?
Pam: Uh, good.
(The three of them are standing around looking uncomfortable)
Jim: Um, yeah I should get back to my desk. It's really great to see you.
Pam: Yeah you too.
(Jim walks back to his desk)
Roy: Hey. (Notices Pam) You OK?
Pam: Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?
Roy: Nothing. Just wanted to say hi. Oh, and to see if you were free for lunch.
(Jim looks up from his desk and sees them talking)
Pam: I got in late so I will probably have to eat at my desk.
Roy: OK, sure no problem. Uh, see you later.
Pam: Bye.
CUT TO THE BREAK ROOM
(Angela is putting something in the fridge. Dwight comes in)
Angela: So how's it going?
Dwight: (Getting increasingly upset) How's it going? How's it going? I'll tell you how it's going. It sucks! There I said it. Jim has no business being in that position! Nobody has the right to put Dwight Schrute in a submissive position!
Angela: (Devilish grin) Nobody?
(Dwight & Angela stare sexily at each other)
CUT TO WAREHOUSE
(Ryan is walking down the stares and goes over to Daryl)
Ryan: Hey Daryl? Michael said you had a package for him?
Daryl: Uh, yeah yeah. It's over here.
Roy: (Excited) Do you need me to take it up to him?
Ryan: No. I got it. Thanks.
(He exits)
(Daryl is shaking his head at Roy)
Daryl: What's up with you man? You know, you're making it harder and harder for me to be your friend man.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF DARYL
Daryl: So Michael and I were talking one day and he mentioned to me that he was scared of losing his hair. So I told him that my brother Jamal lives down in Africa and has access to this bootleg product for hair growth that isn't FDA approved yet. (Slightly laughs) So every month, I go home and mix up some soy sauce, hot dog relish and Pantene shampoo, package it and charge Michael $50. It's not a bad racket.
CUT TO MICHAEL'S OFFICE
(Ryan walks in with the package)
Ryan: Here you go.
Michael: Thanks Ryan. Hey, don't tell anybody about this alright?
(Ryan walks out with a clueless look on his face)
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF RYAN
Ryan: Not really sure what Michael wants to keep secret. Maybe it's like secret stash of porn tapes. (Camera pans in close up on Ryan who has a disgusted look on his face) Oh, that's something I just do not want to picture.
CUT TO THE OFFICE
(Oscar walks over to Jim's desk)
Oscar: Hey Jim. It's great to have you back.
Jim: Thanks man. Congrats on coming out. I'm sorry I missed it.
Oscar: (Uncomfortable) Yeah, it was OK. Anyway, I wanted to know a little bit about Karen, the girl that will be coming in to help.
Jim: Sure. What's up?
Oscar: Well frankly, I'm a little concerned with her credentials.
Jim: How so?
Oscar: Well for instance, she has never worked in accounting before.
Jim: True but she's a hard worker.
Oscar: OK, but can she put simple spreadsheets together?
Jim: Um, I'm sure you can teach her all of that stuff.
(Oscar just stares at Jim and then walks away)
(Oscar walks over to Toby and starts complaining)
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF OSCAR
Oscar: (VO) I'm not sure why Jim felt compelled to bring this girl Karen here for accounting. But if it's for the reason I think I'm going to be extremely upset.
CUT TO MICHAEL'S OFFICE
(Josh is knocking on his door)
Josh: Hey Michael. Can I talk to you for a minute?
Michael: Sure. What's up my man?
Josh: Um, I was looking over these sales numbers from last quarter and something doesn't make sense.
Michael: OK, let me help. Let Big Daddy fix the problem.
(Josh gives Michael a look and then continues)
Josh: Well it says here that your July numbers were astronomical because of a J. Halpert.
Michael: Uh, yes that's correct.
Josh: Well, how is that possible? Jim was working for me then.
Michael: Uh, true but he was still finishing up some deals with us.
Josh: How can that be? Wait a minute. (Yelling) Jim? Jim, could you come in here please?
Michael: (Getting nervous) What, what are you doing? No need for that.
Jim: What's up?
Michael: (Nervous) Never mind. We figured it out, thanks.
Josh: No stay. Were you still selling for Scranton
Michael: (Interrupting) Hey Jim! Let's go to lunch! We have some catching up to do. What do you say?
Jim: Well, I was going to
Michael: Excellent! Let's go. Josh, we will have to reconvene later on this OK?
Josh: What? Michael, we have to seriously discuss this.
Michael: Later, later. Let's go Jim. Catch you later Josh.
(They head out and run into Pam)
Michael: Pam! Going to lunch with Jim. If anyone calls
Pam: Yes?
(Michael looks in between Pam & Jim)
Pam: What?
Michael: Pam? Why don't you join us?
Pam: Uh no, that's OK. I was late this morning so I really think I should
Michael: Oh, just stay late then.
(Pam gives him an evil look)
Michael: Come on. My treat. I won't take no for an answer.
(Pam looks at Jim who just shrugs)
Pam: (Reluctantly) OK.
Michael: Great! (Addressing the office) See all of you losers lata!
(Stanley and Phyllis look at Michael)
THE END