We next see Laura striding purposefully toward her office, her “undercover clothes” over one arm.
That leather satchel says, “I’m a serious businesswoman!”
Laura enters the office, where a potential client seems to be waiting:
Presumably referred by this guy:
Taking her public relations cue from Mr. Steele, Laura pointedly ignores the be-turbaned potential paycheck and proceeds to peruse the post!
“Mayday!” Bernice warns. Laura hurries to Steele’s office.
Hm. Either she’s just finished a packet of these …
… or she’s a bit concerned about what she might find on the other side of that door!
Laura discovers Meecham and Steele engaged in some serious male bonding.
Mr. Steele welcomes his associate into the mancave.
“Meech was just telling me about the time he wildcatted up Alaska way!” Steele explains.
“The tanglefoot from the motel!” Meecham, who wasn’t there and shouldn’t know this, exclaims. By the looks of him, he’s had more than one shot from Mr. Steele’s bottle.
“Now, Meech,” Steele soothes. “Let’s not blitz her buns!” (Et tu, Steele?)
He declares Laura to be one of his finest operatives.
She seems … delighted? … by his assessment!
Laura tells Meecham they are watching the young man’s (NakedGuy’s) apartment, in case he shows up.
“That’s just fine for the taxi squad,” Meecham answers,
(Google helpfully informs me that a “taxi squad” is a practice team made up of young, inexperienced players. Not to be confused with:
Meecham says the “head coach” has convinced him that a whole new security system is just the ticket!
“We start first thing in the morning.”
Oh, dear. Judging from Laura’s reaction …
… I’m not sure she’s all on board with this plan.
She reminds her “boss” that his enormous responsibilities prelude any direct involvement …
Meecham ain’t buyin’ it.
“Little lady (ouch!), when I buy seats on the 50-yard-line, I expect to see the first team play.”
Laura finds this argument … compelling?
Meecham suggests Laura let Steele do what he does best …
“… and you do whatever it is you do around here.”
I get the feeling Mr. Steele is anticipating Laura’s reaction to this little speech!
Keepin’ it classy, Meecham “doggie bags” the Scotch on his way out.
“Are you crazy?” Laura demands once he’s gone. Steele explains that Meecham insisted he handle the case himself!
“You couldn’t even install a light bulb!”
“Piece of cake!” Steele demurs.
Laura accuses Steele of believing his own publicity.
“You are NOT Remington Steele!”
“I invented Remington Steele. He’s a figment of my imagination.”
Cut to Miss FoxyWolfe, evesdropping …
Let’s hope the potential clients have cleared out of the waiting area, so they don’t hear Laura say Steele is a “figment.”
“Do you know how draining it is to have to be Steele?” we hear him shout from behind the door.
“Oh, it must be agony!” we hear Laura retort.
“Living in the kind of apartment I’ve only seen in the movies …” They seem to have moved into the file room.
Steele tries another tack: seduction.
“We make such a winning combination!” he reminds her.
“We have a deal,” she responds.
HE: “Let’s enjoy our success-“
SHE: “I do the work-“
HE: “… allow our passions to erupt-“
SHE: “-you take the bows.”
HE: “… into something outrageously fulfilling …?”
SHE: “You mean hop in the sack?”
“A little crude, but to the point.”
But she can’t. Steele wants to know why not?
“It’s tough enough pulling off this little charade without that kind of complication.”
“As long we we’re in business, let’s keep it businesslike.” (Hm. Monkey business is a kind of business, isn’t it?)
Laura orders Steele to tell “old Meech” that the press of business requires him to turn the security plan over to her and Murphy.
Steele lets her know what he thinks of that idea!
“I gave my word. And everyone knows Remington Steele’s word is his bond.”
You mean THIS Bond?
Laura seems … impressed? … by his integrity!
Steele (and his Foster Grants) make a determined exit. “Carry on, Miss Wolfe!” he declares.
Somehow I don’t think Bernice is happy to take orders from “Mr. Steele.”
I’ll stop there. Meecham certainly drives home the rationale for Laura creating Steele, doesn’t he. What a chauvinist! Do you think Steele appreciates/agrees with his condescension toward Laura? Back in 1982, I remember being rather shocked when Laura admitted she wanted to go to bed with Steele. It seemed pretty racy for the time! Do you think Steele was surprised by her admission that she wanted to have sex with him? If she had agreed, what would he have done? Is Steele determined to “handle this one himself” because his word is his bond … or to spite Laura? Is he indeed beginning to believe he can be the man he’s posing as? Why does Laura apparently capitulate when he says he’s going to go ahead without her approval?