Frame Toby
Michael:Those are real cops, real guns. I wonder what's going on. [follows them]
Dwight:Officers, I reveal to you the perpetrator.
Toby:Hey, what is this?
Dwight:Search his things.
Police Officer 2:Sir, can you step away from your desk please?
Toby:Why?
Police Officer 2:Sir, please step away from your desk.
Toby:Hey, what's going on? You don't have my permission to do this.
Dwight:They don't need your permission, Flenderson, they've got the company's permission.
Toby:Hey, hey what are- why are you doing this?
Michael:Uh, you know what? I think that this... uh, this is probably a misunderstanding.
Toby:Don't search my stuff.
Police Officer 1:Sir?
Toby:I have a reasonable right to privacy.
Dwight:Save your whining for the jury there, Flenderson.
Toby:Michael!
Michael:Yeah, let's just cancel this, okay?
Police Officer 1:Sir, did you recently return from a trip to Central America?
Toby:Oh my God!
Michael:No, no no no... No, no.
Toby:That was... I went to Costa Rica for a few months. What is going on?
Michael:No, that was... that was legitimate. That was totally legitimate.
Police Officer 1:Really?
Police Officer 2:Check this out.
Michael:Oh God!
Toby:That is not mine. I have never seen that before.
Michael:No, no no no no.
Police Officer 1:Turn around.
Toby:What is going on here?
Michael:God! No, that's not... I don't know what that is. And I... I bet he has nothing to do with that!
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