Our next scene opens on a very dated issue of GQ Quarterly (February 1972, to be exact):
“Fashion Handbook: A Comprehensive Advisor for Year Round Wardrobe Guidance.” This is a very cleverly framed shot, no?
Astonishingly, Pierce Brosnan had to wait until November 2000 to make the cover of GQ, and then he had to share it with Matthew Perry and … is that Shaquille O’Neal? Excuse me … DAVID SCHWIMMER gets his own cover, and Pierce Brosnan has to share one? Does.Not.Compute. In fact, I’m so incensed by this that I feel compelled to share a sampling of other “celebrities” who were deemed more worthy to have their own covers.
Billy Crystal? David Caruso? Huey Lewis? Mike Myers? John Goodman? Johnny Knoxville?!!!
But I digress.
The fashion-conscious reader lowers the magazine to reveal our own Mr. Steele! He’s looking at Laura …
… who seems to be giving him the finger. Well, a finger, anyway. She points in the direction of …
… Meecham! Mr. Big Ass(ets) doesn’t notice Steele.
But Steele sees him!
Anyway … Steele leaves as Meecham sits down for a little chat with Laura.
We see Mr. Steele enter … someplace. His shirt is unbuttoned to a provocative degree!
Steele tries the knob on an impressively secured door. Locked!
Steele lets his magic fingers do the walking.
Oops! Steele’s busted by a couple of other hotel guests.
Steele concocts a cover story: “What was that, dear? No, no, no, no … it’s all right. I’ll wait for you out here.” Oh, yeah. THAT was convincing.
Meanwhile, Meecham is reminding Laura that “without the research, all you got’s a dead thief.” His shirt is also unbuttoned, but somehow it’s less alluring.
“Or a murder victim,” Laura counters. (That color is gorgeous on her, BTW.) She tells Meecham they’re waiting for the autopsy report.
Steele has gained entry. Whose room is this?
Steele searches the room.
Back in the lounge, Meecham has fingered his suspect: “Six-two-and even (?), Dylan is the one who’s stealing our research,” he declares. He informs Laura that the only reason he got his cleats into the company was because Dylan ran it into the ground. Oh, Meecham. Mixed metaphors make me sad.
“He’s a rookie with a penchant for polo ponies, blackjack tables and little pieces of fluff that collect expensive pieces of jewelry.”
Cut to Laura, who gives Meecham an enigmatic smile. What is she thinking? My guess: “You’re a sexist pig.”
Back in the hotel room, Mr. Steele is getting serious about this search.
Oh ho! A briefcase!
And another lock.
Fortunately, Mr. Steele has mad lock-picking skills (and apparently very acute hearing)!
Well, perhaps not so acute after all. Mr. Steele resorts to brute force (or at least a letter opener) to get the job done.
Back in the lounge, Meecham takes his leave. He’s got his lawyer coming over with the papers for his lawsuit against the Steele Agency.
Steele has discovered some kind of schematics. Could they be the security plans for protecting the Royal Lavulite? Oops. Wrong episode.
Just then the phone rings. Steele almost answers it!
Laura is praying he does!
Steele hears Meecham coming back and makes like a hatstand.
As Meecham dashes for the phone, Steele dashes for the door.
Laura seems unsettled.
Perhaps because she was forced to call Mr. Steele on the Bat Phone!
Miss Holt has to think fast: “Who’s this?” she asks in a gruff tone (if it’s an Adam West impression, it’s not a very good one).
“Who’s this?” Meecham counters.
Sadly, Laura seems to be less adept at concocting plausible cover stories than even her partner.
Oh, to hell with it. Laura hangs up.
And that’s the end of the scene. In contrast to the previous scene, where Mr. Steele seemed a bit clueless in his investigative technique, here we see him in his element. He’s able to break into the hotel room and the brief case with relative ease. It’s Laura who struggles a bit this time: she’s unable to keep schmoozing Meecham long enough for Steele to get clean away, and panics when it’s Meecham, not Steele, who picks up the phone. I think this scene is a nice counterpoint to the previous one, showing how their skills complement and balance each other. What do you think?
- Tempered Steele – 7 (kgmohror.com)