INT. THE KITCHEN

Jim is sitting at one of the tables in the otherwise empty kitchen eating his sandwich. Dwight bursts in carrying a folder. He looks almost frantic.

DWIGHT
JIM. You and I must speak.

JIM
(not looking up)
That’s not true. We don't HAVE
to speak.

DWIGHT
Listen to me. I have just come back
from my...(beat)  assignment.

JIM
Assignment?

DWIGHT
(annoyed)
Jim. The assignment.(beat)
FOLLOWING PAM.
Remember?

JIM
(glancing at camera)
Oh, yeah. That assignment.
Sorry.

DWIGHT
When you first told me of your
suspicions I thought you were being...
idiotic. Stupid. Your... regular self.

Jim smirks at the camera.

DWIGHT(continued)
But now that I have trailed Pam...
had her under surveillance... I must
admit that you may have been right.

JIM
Oh, no.. she isn't...

DWIGHT
Yes, Jim. Pam Beesly is a corporate spy.

As Dwight digs through his folder Jim flashes a Jim Face to the camera.

JIM TALKING HEAD

JIM
About... a month ago Pam started having
Wednesday lunches with an art class buddy
of hers. Allison. Nice girl. They go and talk
and show each other projects. So naturally...
I told Dwight that I suspected Pam of meeting
the enemy and selling Dunder Miflin secrets.
(smiles) Hilarity ensues.

INT. KITCHEN

Dwight is now reading from a notepad.

DWIGHT
12:05-Pamela Beesly, henceforth known as
the suspect, leaves the Dunder-Mifflin parking
lot in her car.  I follow.
12:14- The suspect parks in the lot at Chicks Diner
and enters the establishment. She takes a table as
I wait in my vehicle.
12:17-A light blue 2007 Nissan Versa parks and a
young woman carrying a small portfolio leaves it
and joins the suspect at the table. The car is registered
to an Allison Shamsky of 1807 Mulberry Street,
apartment 3b.

JIM
(impressed)
Wow. Nice detective work, Dwight.

DWIGHT
You needed a profesional, Jim. That is me.

DWIGHT TALKING HEAD

DWIGHT
I know an officer on the Scranton Police
force. Good cop. Honest. Dedicated.
So when I call him up and ask him to run
a plate number on his dash computer he
knows that it's serious. He understands
that even if he isn't there, it's his duty to help
thwart all crime.(beat) Definitely worth the
fifty bucks.
(nods seriously)

INT. THE KITCHEN

Dwight is now pulling pictures from the folder. He places them on the table. There are shots of Pam and Allison showing each other pieces of art and handing things to one another.

JIM
Pictures? How...?

DWIGHT
(annoyed)
Jim. Memory card. Walgreens. Stay with me.
Now, they did a good job of covering it
up. To the untrained eye it would just look
like two artists showing each other work.

JIM
Ah.

DWIGHT
But notice this shot.

Dwight takes another photo out of the folder. It is of Pam handing a sheet of paper to Allison. Pam is looking almost directly at the camera with a puzzled look on her face.

DWIGHT
That's when the transfer took place.
(beat) Oh, Pamela. I thought you were
worthy.
(shakes head)

JIM TALKING HEAD

JIM
Allison missed class on Monday and Pam
printed out the assignment for her.
(chuckles)
You CANNOT plan these kinds of things.

INT. THE KITCHEN
Jim is holding the shot of Pam with the sheet of paper.

JIM
Um... are you sure she didn't see you?

DWIGHT
(sighs)
Unlike you, I have been trained
to surreptitiously follow a suspect.
To be like smoke on the wind.
      (stares hard at Jim)
I can slip behind you and you
wouldn't even feel me there.

Jim frowns at Dwight and shakes his head. Dwight looks at the camera.

DWIGHT
That.. didn't...
(shakes head)
Uh.. suffice to say that Pam was in no
way aware of my presence.

JIM
Alright, Batman. So... what do
we do now?

DWIGHT
It's too early to confront her. We need
more evidence of her malfeasance. By
tomorrow the directional microphone I
ordered will arrive. I'll record her
conversation next week.
 (annoyed)
I would already have done that if
Mose hadn't broken the mic I had.
He was playing with it the night you
and Pam stayed over.

Jim looks at the camera in alarm.

DWIGHT
I don't what he was doing with it...
(puts pictures back in folder)
Anyway. Um... you know, Jim... I will
have to... report her to Michael when I
have all the evidence.

JIM
I... understand.

DWIGHT
I know you two are...
(shudders)
...lovers, but...

JIM
Gotcha.

DWIGHT
(looking at watch)
Alright... I, uh, still have eleven minutes...

JIM
Enough time to get to Comic and
Hobby Connection. New books out
today.

Dwight stares at Jim. Jim shrugs.

JIM
(smiling)
I'm a bit of a detective, too.

Dwight stares at Jim for a second more and then leaves. Jim smiles at the camera and resumes eating.

INT. THE OFFICE-RECEPTION AREA

Pam enters the office as Dwight is passing his desk. They cross at the reception desk.

DWIGHT
Pamela.

PAM
Dwight.

They eye each other suspiciously as they continue in opposite directions.

PAM TALKING HEAD

PAM
So strange. I.. I have to talk to Jim about this.
Because either I've gone completely crazy (beat)
or Dwight was following me during my
lunch hour.
(shakes head in confusion)