We next see an expensive-looking set of luggage with personalized tags: RS. Whoever could they belong to?
It’s Murphy Michaels! And here comes Laura – Murph must have been who she was waiting for (don’t get too excited, Murphy; I’m pretty sure this is the ONLY time you will be the man she’s been waiting for).
Laura explains that she’s booked the penthouse suite in Remington Steele’s name, and tells Murphy to take the bags up. Murphy doesn’t seem delighted to be demoted to bellboy!
Yikes! Either Murphy is seriously displeased, or his body has suddenly been possessed. Let’s see if his head turns completely around, shall we?
Well, not quite 360°. Apparently Murphy is just mad, not … you know … mad.
“I hate this!” he mutters peevishly.
“Work with me, Murphy. Don’t fight it!” Laura admonishes. She seems to be in a much better mood than Mr. Michaels. I wonder why?
Abruptly we find ourselves back in the lounge with NonAgent NoPearson. Oh, dear. Is he a two-fisted drinker?
We see by the watch on his left hand that it’s 8:50 pm . Seems a little late for a two-for-one Happy Hour special. But – whew! – it turns out our man of mystery doesn’t have a drinking problem.
He’s got a finking problem. As in, those two rat finks, Mustache and Switchblade, are back! They want to know why he’s been associating with Steele’s associate. “Just sowing a seed, gentleman.” Good heavens – NonAgent NotPearson sowed his seed with Miss Holt? I must have missed that scene. Talk about a quickie!
“And when can we expect a harvest?” Mustache wants to know. Weren’t you paying attention in biology class, Mustache? These things generally take about nine months. But no! NANP says he expects it to be tonight. (It seems I have misconstrued what he meant by “sowing a seed.” Either that, or Laura is about to have Rosemary’s Baby.)
NANP explains that Laura is going to show him the route the gems will take; he instructs Mustache and Switchblade to follow them.
Suddenly NANP sees something across the room and gets to his feet.
He tells the Nogoodniks that if they’re not interested, he’ll make the trip alone.
He excuses himself and darts away … followed by a worried-looking Mustache and Switchblade.
Next we see Laura almost skipping through the halls of the hotel. Her plan is working perfectly!
Look! NonAgent Not Pearson is tailing her …
But who is the dapper gentleman in the hat, hard on NANP’s heels?
Why, it’s Switchblade and Mustache! They apparently had just enough time to stop at the haberdashery in the lobby and select those handsome chapeaux!
NANP hands Mustache the keys to his rental car, a blue Mercedes. “For God’s sake, don’t lose us!” he commands.
Switchblade looks confused at this turn of events, but it’s clear that Mustache cannot help but be impressed by NANP. “I like the cut of this man’s gib,” one can almost hear him thinking!
NANP stops Laura as she gets into her limo.
“I wonder if I might impose on you for a lift?”
“Certainly,” she answers, with just a trace of a come-hither smile.
She and NANP get into the limo and drive away, as Mustache and Switchblade race to Steele’s car, conveniently parked nearby.
I’ll leave it there for now. It’s interesting to see both Laura and The-Man-Who-Will-Be-Steele both in their element here. Laura’s running her little con game with the luggage, much to Murphy’s chagrin, while NANP is playing both Laura and the Nogoodniks at the same time. Both seem very confident. What could go wrong?