In the Steele of the Night – 15

After a slightly confusing cut …

steeledozing

… we find our Mr. Steele twiddling and dozing in the dining room.

columbomoment

A bit of aimless wandering. It seems to have gotten dark. Wonder what they all have done for the past four and a half hours since Donald protested his innocence. How long does it take Murphy to process fingerprints? And how does he even do it? Does he just eyeball ‘em?

bidingtheirtime

All the suspects, sans Murphy, seem to have gathered in the dining room. Perhaps to gnaw on the floral centerpiece, since besides Mr. Steele’s magical breakfast, I don’t think any of them have eaten anything since they got here.

murphinsilhouette

Speaking of Murph … here he comes! He makes a slightly ominous silhouette.

whatdidyoufindmurph
“Ah, Murphy,” Steele announces. “There you are. Did you make a match? No disputing fingerprints. Finest crime fighting tool ever invented.”

lotofpartials

Well, he looks glum. Perhaps he found his OWN prints at the crime scene. He launches into his scientific dissertation on forensic technique.

“There were a lot of partials in the elevator. Many were unusable. Of the identifiable prints, most were Alan’s and there were a few I couldn’t match up.”
glassesonKent

Donald puts on his glasses, the better to see Murphy’s grim visage.

increduloussteele
Steele’s had enough of the stalling. “Murphy, the sun has set. The suspense is building!”

onward

“Onward!”

oneverygoodprint

“There was one very good print on the STOP button. It was a perfect match,” Murphy continues.

Not sure why a fingerprint on the stop button is definitive proof of the murderer’s identity … maybe if the print were on Alan’s dead neck.

 

seinfeldshrug

Whatever.

thenwehaveit

Steele is delighted! “Then we have it. Our murderer. A fingerprint is a good as a signed confession.”

irrefutableevidence

“Caught in the vise of irrefutable evidence!”

Oh, he’s getting wound up now.

sandywondersabouthim

Sandy seems to be wondering if he’s going off the rails.

counteraccusations

Steele continues, driving the point home. “No denials …”

asgoodasaconfession

“… no counter accusations will set this killer free!”

lauralooks

Laura begins to wonder when Mr. Steele is going to conclude this soliloquoy.

tellus

Perhaps sensing he’s losing his audience, Steele wraps it up. “So. Please, Murphy. Tell us: Whose print is it?”

laurasprint
“Laura’s.”
awkward

Well! That’s an unexpected twist.

wellthatsunexpected

Wait. What?

looksdownatlaura

Steele looks down at Laura. “Laura?”

ohdearLaura

Laura looks stunned mildly interested.

fadeout

The scene fades to black ….

defensiveLaura

And we’re back! Laura looks a little peeved. Being accused of murder by your business partner will do that for you.

steeleisthereforher

Mr. Steele offers his associate silent support.

ImsorryLaura

‘”I’m sorry,” says Murph.

neverinthatelevator

Laura is shaken, but unbowed. “I was never in that elevator.”

Aw, look at Mr. Steele being all protective.

twothingstosay

“I have only two things to say,” Steele begins authoritatively.

IhaveknownLaura

“I have known Laura Holt …”

houseOops

… erm …

erm

“I don’t what even to think how long I’ve known Laura Holt.”

clapping

Nice save, Mr. Steele!

Icansay

And I can say, without fear of repudiation…”

Repudiation? You’re going to have Murphy running for his dictionary again.

isincapable

“…that this woman is incapable of any foul play against Alan Grievey or anyone else.”

asupportivelook

Right, Mr. Steele!

Right, Mr. Steele?

arentyou

“Aren’t you?”

youhavetoask

Now is NOT the time to waver, mister.

rhetoricalqustion

“Rhetorical question.”

tapdancing

Keep dancing, Mr. Steele!

conferswithMurphy

Steele’s going to get to the bottom of this, by God! He will exonerate his Laura!

He pauses at the door to exchange a quiet word with Murph.

yourfired

“I also want to say …”

lauraisamazed

Laura looks puzzled …

thatsneertho

… then weirded out.  Is it because of Steele’s presumption at firing Murphy … or is she touched that he’s so adamant in her defense?

wellthisisawkward

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. Alan throws a fun party!

grandexit

Murphy turns and follows Remington out the door …

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In the Steele of the Night – 14

Abruptly, Donald has had enough.

makingabigmistake

“I’m beginning to think we’re making a big mistake. Perhaps we SHOULD call the police.”

donaldshesays
“DONALD,” Laura says.

Anybody else remember how Ann Marie used to say that to her boyfriend?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cskPO-kF7t4

Well, this is a little corny. But still.

whatarewedoing

“What are we DOING?” NotDonaldHollinger asks.

toyingwithus

“Whoever did this is toying with us.”

Um, what?

manipulatingus

 

“They’re doing exactly what you said they would do. Planting evidence, manipulating us. Well, enough is enough. I’m going.”

purposefuldon

 

He goes!

timetopack

He packs! (A pink shirt. Is that significant?)

donisprecipitous
The Scooby Gang arrive to plead with him not to go. “Donald, don’t you think that YOU’RE being a little precipitous?”

There’s that word again. Good thing Murphy isn’t around to get all confused again.

isheleaving
Speaking of Murphy … “Hey! Is he leaving?”

Brilliant deduction! Yet another crack detective with killer instincts.

“Seems to be flirting with the idea,” Steele confirms.

tiredofplaying
“I, for one, am tired of playing detective for a day,” Donald says.

Wait. I thought you played detective every day. Isn’t that what you do for a living?

“I also have problems with playing sitting duck for a murderer.”

Eureka! The case is solved! And the murderer is …

elmerfudd

Well, that’s an unexpected twist!

makeapoint

Don gets touchy feely with Murphy. “I’ll make it a point to stop off at the police on my way home.”

theresagun

Wait a second – what’s that on top of Don’s suitcase?

itgoesoff

Bang!
murphyshanky
Murphy, not wanting to waste any more of his fingerprint powder, picks up the gun.

itsa38

“It’s a .38. The one I saw in Carl’s room.”

(He knows the same one because it’s got “Use This to Kill Alan” written on the grip in sharpie.)

youslime
Carl is not amused. “You slime! YOU set me up!”
againwithcarlanddon

And here we go again.

gettingboring

“This is getting very boring,” Steele assess. (I’m inclined to agree.)

giveoneagun

“Have Murphy give one of them the gun, and let’s be done with it.”

laughingminions

[ROFL]
murphmuscles

Murphy can get a job as a referee for the World Wrestling Federation after this case.

ofcourseitwasyou

“Of COURSE it was you!” Carl says. “You planted a gun in my suitcase, you let Murphy see it, then you took it back to KILL ALAN!”
Iwouldnt
Donald looks a little worried. “None of you believe that. You know I wouldn’t kill Alan, don’t you?”

youandalan
“Come on, Donald, everyone knows about you and Alan,” Sandy interjects.

OMG

Oh, ho! Now it’s getting interesting. This Alan was quite the play-ah!

behindyourback

“How when you were back at Havenhurst, he used to make you do all his dirty work for him. Took credit for all your accomplishments. Used to tell jokes about you behind your back – sometimes to your face.”

meangoats

Well, that’s just mean.
sayaaaaah
“Sure, sure, but that was ALAN,” Donald insists. “I mean, I admired Alan. And I’ll tell you something else. I LIKED being the second guy through the door- As long as that first guy was Alan.”

Now we know who Donald really was in this office.

screech

Screech.

tellyousomething

Screech continues. “Alan was very good. Sure, he could ride roughshod over your feelings. But we were a team. If he were here, he’d tell you that.”

(Anybody else think they’re subtly suggesting Don was in love with Alan?)
whenheleftHavenhurst
“Team, huh,” Carl mocks. “That’s why when he left Havenhurst, he didn’t take you with him. Stole every client your agency had and left you the king of NOTHING.”

Wait. Havenhurst was DONALD’S agency? He was the clueless, weak-willed boss whose employees ran roughshod over him? Guess he isn’t Screech after all.

MrCarlson

He’s WKRP’s Mr. Carlson.

And he’s had just about enough of people throwing shade on his and Alan’s very special, very beautiful relationship.
Isaidwewere
“I SAID WE WERE A TEAM!” And also,

nowirehangers

Okaaaaay.

youstoleclients

“Anyway, it was YOU who stole my clients, not him. As SOON as Alan heard about it, he called me.”

That’s sweet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sPU3ymk2ms

Donald, circa 1977.
allrightdonald
Laura seems to expect Donald to pull out a dagger at any moment. “It’s all right, Donald. We still have to wait for Murphy to look at the fingerprints.”

sayaaahagain

“I couldn’t kill Alan,” Donald persists, apparently prepared to swallow anyone who contradicts him.  “I counted Alan Grievey among my closest personal friends. I remember this one case that we were on together – me doing the legwork, Alan handling the client relationships, dinner and whatnot. The firm that hired us said it, ‘You two are a hell of a team.'”

somuchpity

Well, THAT sounds familiar.

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In the Steele of the Night – 13

We left Mr. Steele and Laura making a hasty exit.

seekinglunch

Mr. Steele leads the way into the kitchen, presumably to rustle up some lunch. Laura follows with a declaration.

notworking
“This is NOT working.”

Oh? I think it’s working reasonably well. And if it’s not, that’s hardly Mr. Steele’s fault. He’s said everything you told him to, Laura.

Steele tells her as much.
carlssolid
“Certainly it is. I think Carl’s come up with a solid piece of evidence.”

And anyway, as any good flim-flam man knows, all they really have to do is stall a bit longer.

 

stayalive

“Besides, only five more hours until nightfall. So long as everyone can stay alive until then.”

Is that a cookie jar? Or a decorative dog food container. Laura seems ready to tell him why he’s wrong, wrong, wrong, until –

 

agirlyscream

Wait! What this, a woman’s scream? It seems to be coming from upstairs!

 

totherescue

Steele and Laura take off in search of the screamer.

 

starskyandhutch

So do Starsky and Hutch Don and Carl.

 

upthestairsagain

It’s another mad scramble up the winding staircase. Well, except for Mr. Steele.

 

awfullotofthis

He pauses on the landing, winded. “Seems like we’ve been doing an awful lot of this today.”

 

murphyandsandy

The foursome arrive in a room upstairs to find Sandy in Murphy’s arms. So you’ve finally made your move, eh, Murph? You sly dog.

“I followed her up,” Murphy explains. “And I startled her.”

 

barrowmanwink

I’ll just bet you did, Mr. Michaels. (Is that what the kids are calling it these days?)

 

startledher

He hands a piece of cloth to Laura. “Here. Looks like a perfect match to the fibers. She was trying to get rid of it.”

 

perfectmatch
Laura examines it and astutely notices something is missing.

 

wheresthebelt

“Sandy, where’s the belt?”
Ithinkshesinnocent

“For what it’s worth,” Murphy says, “I think she’s innocent.”

Hm. “Innocent” isn’t the first word that comes to mind with regard to Sandy.

Carl’s not buyin’ it.

 

asmokinggun
“Innocent? What do you people want? A smoking gun? All right, forget I said gun.”

 

justexplore
“Let’s just explore what we have here,” Mr. Steele, who seems to have persuaded himself he’s actually leading this investigation, interjects. “A set of fibers. From where?”

Um, duh.
alansneck
“Alan’s neck,” Carl reminds him.
sayswho

“Says who?” says Sandy. Meanwhile, Murphy seems to still be in the throes of whatever they were doing before the rest of the group came in. Do you need to excuse yourself, Mr. Michaels?
howdoweknow

“Sandy’s right,” Donald follows up. “How do we know where those fibers came from? How do we know Carl didn’t come up here, take ‘em from the robe, set her up?”

Are you trying to get close to Sandy, Don? Sorry. I think Murphy has the inside track here.
nevertoolatetostart
Carl is NOT feeling the love. “Donald, I’m not a murderer … but it’s never too late to start!”

 

theytussle

And they’re at it again.

 

theyhitthefloor

This is one of those male dominance things, isn’t it.

All this pointless tussling reminds me of this:

 

steelefindsdistasteful
Mr. Steele seems pretty bored with the whole thing. “Nothing like getting a bunch of old chums together, is there?” he murmurs to Laura.

Oh, dear. It’s always so embarrassing when you bring him home to meet the folks and they turn out to be these guys.
murphentersfray
Murphy plays bouncer again. “All right, come on, you guys! Carl!”
wherewerewe

“Now,” Steele recommences. “Where were we, gentlemen?”

Gentlemen? What about Sandy and Laura?
dontunderstand
“I don’t understand why Donald keeps protecting Sandy,” Carl quite reasonably asks.
notprotecting
“I’m NOT protecting Sandy!” Donald insists.

 

exceptyou

“I’m only trying to get at the truth. You can plant fibers, Carl. You can start fights. But there’s nobody here with motive to kill Alan except YOU.”

Something tells me that may not be strictly true.
ohreallyhesays
“Oh really? You wanna tell em, Sandy? Or shall I?” Carl addresses Sandy. She doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
aboutlivinghere
“I’m talking about a motive for murder. I’m talking about your husband. And Alan. And about living here.”

 

dorothyshocked

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more.

 

laurafindsitdistasteful
“Living here?” Laura exclaims, her disgust a perfect complement to Steele’s indifference.

Explain yourself, Carl.

 

hewasntalone

“I was the first one here Friday,” Carl tells them. “Wanted to talk to Alan about a loan. A little restitution, if you know what I mean. But Alan couldn’t talk. He wasn’t alone. Sandy was already here. No car out front, no suitcases, an awful lot of clothes for just a weekend. Who are you kidding, Sandy? You didn’t slip away for a reunion. How long have you been here?”
smilingsandy
Sandy … smiles?

 

batescreepy

Creepy.

 

foryears

“Good, old Carl. Always could smell other people’s dirt a mile away. Been here for years. Been here … five days. I don’t suppose it’s any secret that Alan and I-

Play pinochle together? Have a brother-sister vaudeville act? So many possibilities!

 

alanandI

“But I decided that I wanted to get married. And Alan wanted no part of marriage. So along comes Robin Maxwell. Wealthy, powerful, aggressive, everything that Alan was … except Alan.”

 

Ithinkitwasasecret

Don and Murphy are riveted.

 

thisisawkward

Laura looks uncomfortable. Steele still looks indifferent.

 

pouredanother

“Well, three months after the wedding, I told myself I’d had too much to drink … then I poured myself another.

 

IdidAlan

“Some women knit, some women do needlepoint – I did Alan Grievey.”

 

howdroll

How droll!

 

murphlosesinterest

Uh, oh. I think you’ve blown it with Murphy, Sandy. He thought you were a nice girl!

 

graveSteele

Steele, on the other hand, seems to be pondering the possibilities this opens up.

 

smilingsandy

And … yada yada yada, her husband got wise to his wife cheating, hired Alan to tail her to find out who is … er … tailing her.

 

waitedaweek

“He waited a week to give Robin the good news. Now, you ready for the punch line? He even sent him a bill.”
alandidntwantme

Sandy continues her long and not-all-that-interesting confession. “So I had nowhere to go. I came here. I figured a girl could do a lot worse. But Alan didn’t want me around. Said what’s the point in having a mistress if you’ve got to come home to her every night? Told me I had to be out of here by Monday. Sure, I hated Alan Grievey. But I DIDN’T kill him.”

Again with the not buyin’ it from Carl.
ofcourseyoudidnt
“Of COURSE you didn’t,” Carl sneers.

 

stillfingerprints
Laura is unimpressed by this whole sordid episode. “Well. There are still fingerprints to be dealt with,” she reminds them.
conclusions
Steele concurs. “Miss Holt is quite right. Let’s not jump to any conclusions.” Right! They’ve still got three-and-a-half hours to kill before sunset!

 

muphygetshiskit

Murphy goes to get his print kit, while seemingly practicing his little turn on the catwalk. And with that, I’ll leave you with Right Said Fred.

 

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In the Steele of the Night – 12

Later …

The suspects have gathered in the dining room. This is where Michael McKean reveals that they ALL did it, right?

theevidence

“Can I ask where these came from?” Donald demands.

Um … is that a booger?

carlfoundthem

Carl says he found them. “On Alan’s body. On his NECK, to be precise.”

sandytakesevidence

Sandy wants a closer look. “Mr. Steele? With your permission?”

whatever

Whatever.

carlsonthecase

“I have a theory!” Carl proclaims, getting up to expound.

Sandy’s not buyin’ it.

offthescent

“No. You’d just like to throw us off the scent.”
seewhathehastosay
“Sandy, let’s hear what he has to say,” says a sulky-looking Murphy. You’re not much of a joiner, are you, fella?

thosearethreads

Carl continues his dissertation. “Those are threads. Pieces of fabric.

musthaveunravelled

Fabric that must have unraveled, been strained.”

madewiththosfibers

“Now, we know Alan’s neck was broken. I think whoever broke it used a rope, or a sash, or something made with those fibers to do it.”

columbo

Gosh. If his jacket were just a little more rumpled, he’d be this guy!

yoursuggesting

Now Laura’s killer instincts come into play. “So you’re suggesting we look for whatever these threads came from?”

riptheplaceapart

“Rip the place apart if we have to,” Carl demands. “But if you find the source of those threads, you’ve found your killer.”

Don ain’t buyin’ it.

rightcarl

“Right, Carl, we’ll rip the house apart.”

giveyoutime

“And give YOU time to hide the gun.”

I thought we’d pretty well established that the gun is ALREADY hidden.

diedofbrokenneck

“Forget the gun!” Carl snarls. “The man died of a broken NECK!”
couldntshoothim

“Of course! You got here, you realized you couldn’t shoot him without everyone hearing it, so you broke his neck, then you HID the gun.”

Oh, dear. Can’t we all just get along?

excellenttime

Laura has a quiet word with her “boss.” “Now would be an excellent time to lead them, guide them, show them how it’s done.”
ohsnap

Oh, SNAP!

people
Steele decides to lead and guide. “People?”

theylooktosteele

Yeeeess?

thoughtsaboutlunch

“Any thoughts about lunch?”

There goes Laura, assaulting the man again. Good thing her fingernails are short and blunt!

littlelevity

“A little levity,” Steele explains.

heheh

See? Laura thinks it’s very funny.

gunornogun

“Gun or no gun,” Steele continues, “it seems clear to me that Carl might be onto something.”

Just one question:

runupstairsagain

“Does this mean we all have to run up the stairs again?”

Not a fan of exercise, Mr. Steele? I’m reminded of a comment Pierce Brosnan made about his dread of having to get in shape for another Bond performance: “I’m going to have to do all that running again. And the gym is such a bore.” I agree, Mr. B!

Laura takes pity.

makeasuggestion

“Might I make a suggestion, sir?”

takeabreak

Why don’t we all take a break? Murphy needs to fingerprint everyone so he can have something to compare with the prints he took off the elevator.”

sharpeyesondon sulkymurphy

Looks like the rest of the group is ALL on board with that suggestion.

sourceofthefibers

Those of you who wish to look for the source of the fibers, can.”

She returns to Steele.

littlechat

“And those who wish to have a little chat can.”

splendidsuggestion

Steele grabs the lifeline. “Splendid suggestion, Miss Holt.”

musclepose

“We’ll all- regroup in an hour,” he concludes, striking a muscle man pose to emphasize his authority.

steelefollowslaura

And off they go. To chat.

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In the Steele of the Night – 11

When we return to our detective convention …

intothekitchen

Donald and Laura have found their way to the kitchen, which is deserted. So Mr. Steele DID have to make his own breakfast. As they enter, Donald is expressing his surprise at how the weekend has turned out.

“I figured we’d see some slides of the company picnic, maybe tell stories about the 78 Christmas party …”

backwardglance

Laura comes in behind him, giving a backward glance. Is she afraid they are being followed? They begin to root around for coffee beans.

lookingforcoffee

“Well, good old Alan always did have a sense of the theatrical,” Laura comments as she digs in Alan’s drawers.

senseoftheatrical

“Lots of dog food,” Donald says, “But no coffee.”

A new mystery!  WHERE IS THE DOG?

Neither detective seems concerned by the lack of a canine presence. Donald, however, has something on his mind:

canIbehonest

“Laura, can I be honest with you? I’ve been watching that Mr. Steele of yours, and while it’s certainly not my place to say … ”

uhoh

Uh, oh.

crackeduptobe

“I don’t really think he’s all he’s cracked up to be.”

whatdoyoumean

Laura is a little irked, methinks.

“What do you mean?”

justafeeling

“Well, it’s nothing I can put my finger on. It’s just a feeling I get.”

Wow! Apparently Don has killer instincts, too!
Meanwhile …

carlandfriend

Steele and Carl are having their little (one-sided) talk.

“Look, Mr. Steele, all I’m asking for is a chance,” Carl grovels.

askingforachance

“A chance to prove myself. To show you what I can do.”

betterchance

“And when’s a better chance gonna come along than this?”

beatsSteele

“Hey, nobody’s kidding anybody here, right? I’m down on my luck. You know it; I know it. I mean, the repo business is not exactly a growth industry.” Mr. Steele seems a little indifferent to Repo Man’s plight.

behindthescenesRepo Man. Harry Dean Stanton, Emilio Estevez, Universal Pictures, 1984. Young punk Otto becomes a repo man after helping to steal a car, and stumbles into a world of wackiness as a result. Here’s the trailer!

ablebodiesassistant
“Carl, I already have a most able-bodied associate in Miss Holt …”

He said able-bodied.

beavisbutthead

Heh heh heh heh.

murphyisadequate

“And Murphy Michaels is more than adequate-”

High praise!

Maybe Carl can be Fred’s relief man. We know he can drive.

Carl will not be deterred.

valuablepiece
“Steele, Steele, you’re looking at a valuable piece of manpower, here.”

Is that a come-on?

inappropriatetouching

Apparently it is. Inappropriate touching, Carl.

howtocrack

“I know how to crack this case. And I know how to make it stick.”

isthatapeninyourpocket

He reaches into his pocket …

drugpusher

… withdraws a small packet.

Wait a second. Is he offering our Mr. Steele drugs?

 

Just say no!

answertothiscase

“It’s right there,” Carl teases. “The answer to this case is right there.”

thedealgoesdown

The deal goes down. Oh, Mr. Steele! You’ve fallen in with bad companions.

Steelelooksitover

Steele begins to conduct a detailed examination …

 

 

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In the Steele of the Night – 10

Back to Carl’s bedroom, where Murphy seems to have been directed to “assume the position.”

assumethepositionMurphy

(Now bend over and cough?)

“No gun,” he declares.

whatamess

Uh, oh. The room looks like it’s been trashed by a 70s rock band.

 

randomalertRock bands used to trash hotel rooms, you know. http://www.rockworldmagazine.com/history-of-hotel-room-trashing/

steeleassess

“Must’ve stashed it somewhere else in the house,” Donald deduces.

Just when it looks like the mystery will never be solved, here comes their fearless leader. “The scene of the crime!” Steele pronounces.

(Huh? I thought the elevator was the scene of the crime, Mr. Steele.)
noneedtotellyou
Steele explains. “I have no need to tell you people that the scene of the crime is often the best single source of conclusive evidence.”

If nothing else, Mr. Steele has an excellent memory for lines. Maybe he should become an actor.

boyheisgood
“Boy, he IS good!” Sandy whispers to Murphy. Not sure Mr. Michaels agrees.

youmeantheelevator
“You mean the elevator?” Aha! Carl remembers where the murder took place. There’s those killer instincts again

precisely

“Precisely.” Not to mention indubitably, unequivocally, and incontrovertibly.

wevolunteer

Everybody’s ready to check it out. Steele knows where this headed, and heads them off with a brisk whistle.

 

wellallgo

“We’ll ALL check it, hmm?”

awaytheygoagain

Okay!
A moment later …

sixinanelevator

Gee, it gets a bit crowded when the whole gang crams into an elevator. And for their next trick:

crowded-phone-booth

 

Each master detective pursues the investigation in his or her unique way.

excusemeplease

Which is to say, they all look around randomly. Carl is getting uncomfortably up close and personal with Laura, while Murphy seems to have formed an inappropriate relationship with one wall of the car. Don wants to know what he’s up to.
whatsmurphdoing
“Dusting for prints,” the well-equipped Mr. Michales responds.

Oh, dear. Now you’ve set Carl off again. “He’s dusting for prints? Why is HE dusting for prints?”
dustingforprints
“‘Cause it’s MY dusting kit,” Murphy explains.

Honestly, the sexual tension between these two  is palpable, isn’t it?

Murphy isn’t about to share his toys, by the way. So:


noarguingwiththat
“No arguing with that,” Steele says, because it would be a stupid thing to argue about.

carlshadenough

Petulant Carl has had enough. He leaves the little huddle in the elevator.
gotaminute
“Mr. Steele? Got a minute?” he inquires.

offtheygothen

Apparently he does.
lauraobserves
Meanwhile, back at the ranch in the elevator, where Donald’s pose suggests the collective body odor may be growing intolerable, OOD declares, “This is ridiculous.”

wantsomecoffee

He suggests to Laura that they get some coffee. (Yet another man trying to get close to Miss Holt?)

lauradonleave
This leaves only Murph and Sandy in the elevator. Miss Thing checks out Murphy’s material assets,

sandyhitsbutton

leans over and presses the door close button.

Ineedthelight

“Hey!” Murphy finally notices. “Sandy, I need the light.”
sandygetsclose

Oh-ho! What’s this? Looks like Sandy would like to have some quality time with Mr. Michaels in the elevator. She wants a ride. Up and down.
“Murphy, listen,” she insists. “Forget about the dusting for a minute. I need your help.”
IdidntkillAlan
“What are you talking about?” See, here’s the thing. Murph just doesn’t have those killer instincts.

Sandy presses … her case. “I didn’t kill Alan. But I just know that any time now, somebody’s going to find something that makes it look like I did.”

murphyhasbighands

Murphy is perplexed stunned indifferent. Good heavens, Murphy. What large hands you have. No wonder Sandy wants some alone time …

 

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In the Steele of the Night – 9

Breakfast time!

steeletucksin

Nothing like the sight of a fresh corpse to work up a good appetite, eh, Mr. Steele?

noappetite

The others don’t seem to be hungry. I wonder why? (Since no one else even has a plate, can we assume Mr. Steele rustled up his own breakfast? He sets an elegant table!)

ravenous

“Forgive me. Ravenous,” he explains.

behindthescenesravenousposterRavenous. Guy Pearce, Robert Carlyle, David Arquette. 20th Century Fox, 1999. During the Spanish-American War, the leader of a partying journeying west resort to cannibalism and finds he likes it. Oh, dear. Is the plot of this episode about to take a very surprising twist? (Nope. It’s unlikely Mr. Steele was referencing this film, which was released 17 years after this episode aired.)

dyedinthewool

Steele begins to dazzle his audience with his investigative acumen: “Now then. Let’s begin at the beginning. Being dyed in the wool professionals…”

asuperbwitness

“… we all know that the last person to see the victim alive is either a superb witness-”

heknowshislines

Hm. It seems like Laura’s heard this song before, as she mouths the words as he says them: “… or an excellent suspect,” Steele (and Laura) conclude.

hesverygood
“He’s very good,” Sandy whispers. Does Laura agree? If so … what is it he’s very good at?

questionIputtoyou
The Great Detective takes up his cuppa. “So then: The question I put to all of you is quite simple:”

whowaslastperson
“Who was the last person to see Alan Grievey alive?”

carlsfinger

“The murderer.” There’s that killer instinct again. He’s one sharp cookie, our Carl.

headsswivel

His colleagues turn to look at him … accusingly? He apparently thinks so.

asetup

“What is this? A set up?” He gets to his feet and begins to pace the room. “I know you all heard me and Alan last night. But I wasn’t the last one with him, and I didn’t kill him!”
So how do you know who was the last one with Alan, Carl?

youhatedalan
“You HATED Alan,” Sandy insists.

waltercronkite

“Well listen to Walter Cronkite here with the latest breaking news,” Carl says.

funfacticonWalter Cronkite was the anchor of the CBS news broadcast for nearly 20 years (1962-81) and was known as “the most trusted man in America.” Here’s his famous sign-off:

sureIhatedAlan

“Sure, I hated Alan,” Carl continues, pacing. “You know how the Alan Grievey Agency got so big so fast?”

Tell us, Carl!

copiedeveryfile

“Alan had me copy every phone number, every file, and every client who had ever done business with Havenhurst. And you know how he thanked me? He laughed in my face. Said he didn’t have any positions for people who couldn’t be trusted.”

steeleisengrossed

Steele is enjoying the show as much as the breakfast.

goodolddonald

Carl continues. “Then he called good old Donald over here, made sure HE knew what I’d done.”

offmyparkingspace

“By the time I got from Alan’s to Havenhurst, my name was off my parking space. Thanks to good old Alan, no one will touch me.”

And thanks to you, Carl, for the exposition! Sounds like our man Alan was a real nogoodnik!

drovecadillac

Don isn’t very sympathetic. “Don’t anybody get out the violins,” he snarks, in his mild-mannered way. “The man drove up in a Cadillac.”

Yeah, what about THAT, Carl?

thatswhatIdo

“I repossessed it yesterday afternoon. It goes back to the dealer on Monday. That’s what I do for a living now, folks.”

Oops. Awkward. Still, you need killer instincts for that kind of work, right?

catchmeontheweekends

“You should always catch me on the weekends, Laura. That’s when I look good.”

whenIlookgood

Huh? Is all this about Carl trying to make an impression on Laura? Miss Holt seems as puzzled as I am.

weallhatedalan

“Sure I hated Alan,” he concludes. “We ALL hated Alan.”

Did we? Why did we ALL hate Alan?

whataboutthegun
Murphy wants to know about the .38 in OOG’s suitcase.
didntbringagun

Carl doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

carlIsawit

Murphy gets all up in Carl’s biznus. “I saw it!”

Oh, you crazy kids. Why don’t you just admit you’re in love?

checkcarlsroom

Mr. Steele knows how to get to the bottom of this! “Miss Holt, would you be kind enough to check Carl’s room?”
sherises

Laura’s ready to go.

sheworkswithmurphy

Carl’s not having it. “No way! She works with Murphy. How do I know she’s not gonna plant something?”
illgo
Donald says he’ll go. Carl likes that even less.
youno
“YOU?! No!”
thenillgo
Sandy volunteers. Nope.
“Not on your life!” Carl grouses.

Now what, Mr. Steele?

weallgo

“What if we all go?”

takeoffrunningaparadesearchingtheroom

Apparently they’re on board with that idea.

strippingbed
In Carl’s room they start tearing it apart as Steele and Laura watch from the doorway.

Oh, dear. Housekeeping’s not going to like this. (Why does no one think to question the household staff, by the way? And where IS the household staff?)

amusedsmirk
Strangely, Laura doesn’t seem engaged in the hunt. She’s more interested in Mr. Steele. (Can’t say I blame her.) “You wanna tell me about that amused smirk on your face?”

She can tell his smirking without even looking at him. They know each other so well!

leadthem

“You thought I was going to embarrass you,” he answers. “These people need someone to lead them, someone to guide them. Someone to show them how it’s done. And they chose me.”

Great, kid. Don’t get cocky.

dontknowyou

“They don’t KNOW you,” Laura retorts a little sullenly.

theirloss

“Their loss.” I’m not sure Steele is referring to the rest of the group. What do you think?

He makes his exit …

shefollows

… followed by Laura. Look at that Breck bounce in her hair!

stillhunting

They leave the Keystone Kops to finish tossing Carl’s room.

loverspainting

Walking down the hallway, they pass a painting of lovers embracing. Significant?

Around the corner, Mr. Steele has a question for his associate.

lurkingtogether

“What do we do next?”
youreaskingme
“Me? YOU’RE asking ME?” Laura puts that community college theatre minor to good use!

dramaqueen

Drama queen much?
guidethem

“I thought YOU were going to LEAD them, GUIDE them, show them how it’s done.”

Now, Laura. Let’s not be petty.

tellmehowtodoit

Steele seems unaffected by her sarcasm. “And I am. As soon as you tell me how to do it.”
wonderful

Don’t make him grovel, Laura. He hates that. “Oh, come on. Something. Anything. Last person to see the victim alive -”

haveanotherone

“Wonderful! Sounds so … official. Happen to have another one like that?”

thatgrintho

That grin, tho. Laura, you know you can’t resist the man.
sceneofthecrime
“Scene of the crime,” she offers.

Steele needs more.

conclusivephysicalevidence
“Scene of the crime. The best single source for conclusive physical evidence is almost always the scene of the crime.”
thankshesays
“Thanks!” Steele is back on the case, ready to dispense his hard-won wisdom.

silentscream

There’s that look again, Laura. Perhaps you should see your doctor when you get home. I think you’re developing a nasty tic.

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In the Steele of the Night – 8

We left Laura and Mr. Steele about to have a palaver about the current situation.

hateworking

Mr. Steele professes to be disgruntled. “I HATE working on the weekends.” (As if you ever have, Mr. Steele!). “But if I must, I must.” He shakes out a silk handkerchief and pops it in his breast pocket.

Laura pulls it out again. “I didn’t ask you to come up here!” Then, inexplicably, she puts the handkerchief back. Trying to show who’s boss, Laura? Or do you just want an excuse to feel up his bod?

snatcheshankie

“They’re your friends,” Steele notes.

“Do me a favor and keep that in mind.”

Laura seems to imply he’s not worth of her friends. I’m pretty sure if I brought someone like Mr. Steele to my reunion, I wouldn’t feel embarrassed. In fact, I think I’d be all …

takethat

Neener neener.

everyoneofthose

Steele is (justifiably) wounded. “You’re absolutely convinced that I’m going to go out there and make a fool of you.”

“Every one of those people out there is a TRAINED investigator!”

pinkpanther

So was this guy. What’s your point?
understandsqueamishness
“Laura, I understand your squeamishness, but the fact remains that they’ve asked me to oversee this investigation, and oversee it I must,” Steele tut-tuts. “It’s only until nightfall. And I have to believe that TWO bright people like us can fool even the finest investigators for that amount of time.”

thatwinktho

That wink, tho!

laurasopinion

Laura eloquently expresses her opinion of his assessment.

newhankie

“Of course we can,” Steele continues.  “Just one question.”

He’s got yet another handkerchief. The man must have a separate bag for his accessories.
thatamtoftime
Yeesssss?

justonequestion

“Where should I begin?”

whatsheasks

“What?”  He’s asking for your advice, Laura. You’re the true brains of this outfit, remember? At least, you’re always telling him that.

whereshallIbegin

“It’s a simple question. Where should I begin? A starting point. Something to get the ball moving. Something to kind of keep them busy, impress them with my keen mind.”

ohkeenmind

“Ohhhhhhh.” Something tells me Laura has doubts about his keen mind. Either that, or she is about to sing the song of her people.

doghowl

“Arrooooo!”

startwiththelast

“Start with the last person to see the victim alive,” Laura advises.

Steele urges her to expound.

“The basic rule of detection. The last person to see the victim alive is either a superb witness or an excellent suspect.”

Ilikethat

“Ohh. I like that.” (And I like that little smile, Mr. Steele.)

youdohuh

“You do, huh?” Laura parries. Steele turns away, ready to begin his mission!

shescreams

Oh, dear. I think Laura may be feeling a little stressed.

deepyogabreathlaura

Take a deep yoga breath, Laura.

I love Steele’s confidence as well as his acknowledgement that he’ll need her help here. He is sure he can bluff the group into believing he’s Sherlock Holmes, yet doesn’t expect to be able to actually solve the case on his own. I think he’s also looking forward to the opportunity to partner with Laura in this. And Laura is slightly amused by his chutzpah, despite herself.

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In the Steele of the Night – 7

We left Laura staring in shock at the corpse of the weekend’s host, lodged in his own elevator.

everybodylooking

 

Looks like the rest of the Scooby gang is finally up and at ‘em.

“It’s a joke, right?” Sandy (who DOESN’T wear a robe) asks.

dwightshrute

Yes, just the kind of whimsical office prank that makes working for a living worthwhile. Or not.
itsajoke

“His neck was broken,” says OOD.

“How poetic,” notes Carl. How so? OOD’s line didn’t even rhyme!

“Snapped in two,” Laura agrees. I wonder how she determined that. Did she jiggle his head from side to side?

wetalkingmurder

Sandy is relieved to hear this. She points out that delicate little gals like herself and Laura aren’t the neck-snapping type.
OOD’s not buyin’ it. “Even a ninety pound weakling can break somebody’s neck if they know how.” Speaking from experience, Donald?

 randomalert Donald’s mention of a “97-lb. weakling” is a reference to the famous Charles Atlas comic book ads of the 1940s, in which the weakling in question gets sand kicked in his face at the beach, then uses Charles Atlas’s fitness regimen to become a REAL man.

Here’s the famous ad: Charles Atlas

 

whatareyoudoing
Murphy takes his turn to fondle examine the body. His old buddy Killer Instinct Carl objects.
“What do you think you’re doing?”

Killer instincts maybe, Carl, But smarts? Not so much.

“I’m moving the body out of the elevator,” Murphy explains.
“You’re tampering with physical evidence,” Carl points out.
“I’m NOT tampering with it. I’m MOVING it.”
“Yeah? Well, I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Well, we can’t very well leave the body where it is, can we?”

boxingcats

Now, boys. Can’t we all be nice? There’s enough body here for everybody to play with!

Carl’s not into sharing.

murphysgams

“MURPHY! All of you. There’s been a murder committed here. Apparently by one of us. That body just might be our biggest and best clue. I for one think it’s bad form to have your best piece of evidence moved by a potential suspect.”

murphyattacks

Hot-blooded Murphy isn’t going to take that kneeling down! He lunges for Carl, perhaps to demonstrate that even though he’s no 97-pound weakling, he still knows how to break a(nother) neck.

ifImoveit

Donald intervenes. “How about if I move the body?” he suggests.
Nope.

“Don’t you get it, Sherlock? We’re ALL suspects,” says Carl with a snarl.

clapping

Carl with a snarl. Now THAT’s poetry.
thatsforthepolice

“I think that’s for the police to decide, don’t you?” Laura suggests.

bitprocipitous

Uh, oh. Don doesn’t dig that idea.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit precipitous, Laura?” Donald asks.

“Precipitous?” Murphy repeats, probably not having any idea what that word means and assuming Donald has just impugned Laura’s virtue. “The man’s DEAD!”

Donald points out that the police will want to question all of them as suspects in the murder. Laura doesn’t care. “That’s only a problem if you’re guilty.”

“Oh, that’s a lot of garbage,” Donald counters. He reminds them that a detective being a suspect in a murder is bad for business.

Sandy’s got other concerns.

robinandthekids

“Robin and the kids don’t know where I am. I didn’t tell them I was coming here.” It’s a “marital thing,” she says, and she’s not eager to phone hubby from the police station.

Fortunately, Donald has a plan!

proposeweinvestigate
“What I’d like to propose is that WE investigate the murder.” He suggests a time limit: until nightfall.
usinvestigateus

The others detect a potential problem here. “US investigate US? That’s NEVER gonna work!” Murphy blusters.

plantingfalseclues

“Murphy’s right,” Laura agrees. “We can’t even decide who’s going to move the body! How are we going to investigate a murder with the murderer still running around, probably planting false clues, destroying evidence?”

Well, there is ONE possibility …

murphygags

“Now, the only way this would ever work would be if there was somebody on the outside, somebody with no axe to grind. Didn’t know Alan, somebody we could trust. Somebody …”

Murphy, sensing where she’s going with this, isn’t pleased.

forgetthatlastthought.jphg

Oops. “Forget that last thought-.” Laura backtracks.

“Please,” Murphy begs.
mrsteelesheasks

“Mr. Steele?” Sandy suggests.

nosheobjects

Nah.

nononomurphy

Murphy and Laura are doubtful, but the rest of the gang seems to think that’s a fine idea!

herecomessteele

Well, speak of the devil! You’re looking particularly natty this morning, Mr. Steele.
didIsleepsoundly
“Morning! Morning, morning, morning!” Perhaps assuming everyone has been waiting for him to go down to breakfast, Mr. S heads for the elevator. “My goodness, did I sleep soundly,” he blathers. “Country air, I’ll wager. Sound sleep like that always makes me feel hungry. You know what I could go for? Large country breakfast. Hot cakes, sausages …”

steppingin

What’s this? It seems the elevator car is already occupied.

wellthatsasurprise

Steele takes a closer look.

manhasbeenmurdered

“The man has been murdered,” Laura explains.
Even an apprentice master detective can see that. And a good con man knows when to put distance between himself and the scene of the crime.

helltakethestairs

“I think I’ll take the stairs.”

mayIhaveaword
Laura grabs his arm. “Mr. Steele. Sir, sir, SIR.” (Oh, that must have hurt.) “May I have a word with you?”
offtheygothen
They sidle away …

I wonder why everyone assumes Mr. Steele can’t be the murderer? As an “outsider,” one might think he’d be the most suspicious. However, Laura’s comment about Alan’s former coworkers having axes to grind suggests it isn’t only Carl who had a beef with the dead man. I wonder what the others’ complaints are against good ‘ol Alan?

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In the Steele of the Night – 6

Note: Sorry for the infrequency of posts this week. I’m dog-sitting away from home and don’t have my computer with me. D’oh! Anyway …

meanwhileinthemorning

It’s morning at Alan’s palatial estate. Do you suppose the phallic evergreens are supposed to be some kind of metaphor? Or have I just gone too long without a date? But I digress.

Laurasleeping

Laura is asleep in a fairly ornate bed. Alone. Guess Steele had to find his own digs for the night.

lonelyLaura

Our detective’s blissful slumber is interrupted by a persistent whooshing sound. She tries to muffle it with a pillow. Or maybe she just needs something to hug. Mr. Steele would be happy to help you out with that, Laura.

satinnightie

Laura is wearing a pretty satin nightie, by the way. With lace! Not the sporty pajama set I would have expected from her.

putsonrobe

Finally she gives up trying to sleep. Rising from her bed with perfect hair, she pauses to put on her robe.

randomalert People in movies/TV shows always have a conveniently located robe to slip into. Grace Kelly complained, while filming “Dial M for Murder” that no woman who heard an intruder in her home would stop to put on a robe before investigating. I’m inclined to concur.

windydoor

Laura opens the door and takes a listen. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

Whatever can it be?

passingamirror

She slowly makes her way into the hall to investigate, passing an image of her fabulous self in a mirror. This must be significant. But I don’t know why.

whatsthatsound

She rounds a corner and observes …

puzzledLaura

… something that causes her to look puzzled. In a beautiful, slightly tousled sort of way.

elevatordoor

Oh, it’s just that fancy-schmancy elevator that OOD was so impressed by. Guess it’s stuck or something. I wonder why?

shelooksdown

Laura lowers her gaze slightly …

ohdear

Good heavens! She sees something that alarms her. In an eyebrows-perfectly-plucked sort of way.

deadarm

Yikes! There’s an arm sticking out of the elevator door. In a perfectly manicured sort of way. Whose arm is it?

alancorpse

It’s Alan! And he seems to be dead! In a crunched-up-in-the-elevator sort of way.

Well! Finally a crime to solve. What happened to Alan? Why was Laura the only one disturbed by the whooshing elevator? And how does Miss Holt keep her complexion so nice when she wears make up to bed?

 

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