By M. Giant
The elevator is down for maintenance, so when Stanley finally makes it up the stairs to the office, he's not about to leave again for a scheduled sales call with Dwight. Having finally accepted that he's never going to be manager anyway, Dwight tags Stanley with a salvo of tranquilizer darts and gets Clark to help him drag the unconscious salesman back downstairs, into his car, and all the way into the client's office, where the three of them somehow close the deal despite Stanley being a total space case as he slowly recovers from the effects of the drug. Then when they return to the office, Stanley still refuses to negotiate the stairs while conscious, so he avails himself of a leftover dart and waits to wake up at his desk.
There's also some further documentary fallout. Andy, both realizing the impending revelations of the documentary mean he's not long for the company and emboldened by a reviewer's throwaway mention of his musical talent, decides to go find a talent agent and kick off a new career in showbiz. Believe it or not, he actually finds one willing to take him on. Even better, she's played by Roseanne, and she only charges him five grand up front.
Angela's husband the (state) senator sees the writing on the wall and decides to hold what she thinks will be one of those damage-control press conferences with his devoted wife at his side. So she ends up standing to him on live TV (with the others watching back at the office) as he comes out as gay, thanks Oscar publicly by name and announces that he's in love with his chief of staff.
As for Jim and Pam, they're at enough of an impasse with this Philly thing that they're about to start couples counseling. They spend the day warming up for it by talking the ears off of Toby and Nellie respectively, but as things stand now, Pam is refusing to go and Jim is refusing to stay. And now they only have four or five episodes left to work it out. Not that anyone's counting.