We suddenly see an assigned parking space.
Cynthia Denard, I presume?
We shift to Mr. Steele and Arnock, drinking champagne in the back of the limo, parked in someone named D.C. Pope’s spot. Arnock is fretting about missing his flight. The airport is a madhouse at this hour! And Millicent is expecting him to deplane!
“I’ll see you to the plane personally,” Steele reassures him. “More champagne?” Arnock declines.
Just then a blue car drives into view.
Steele hands Arnock his champagne and clambers out of the car.
“Oh, it’s you!” Cynthia says. She doesn’t seem at all alarmed that he somehow managed to find out where she lives. I guess that’s not as scary as being gay!
As she unloads her groceries from her trunk, she tells Steele he doesn’t need to apologize.
“I imagine I was as big a shock to you as you were to me,” she says. Steele says he wants to ask her some things about George.
“He likes his food spicy, and don’t let him get started on one of his video games, or you might as well go to sleep.”
Suddenly Arnock interrupts. “Let’s get to it, Steele,” he says. “I’ve got to get back to my wife!”
“Poor thing!” Cynthia says, disgusted. She walks away from the men.
“Trust me, Emery,” Steele says, “If there’s any problem, I’ll simply loan you my private jet!”
Emery likes that idea!
Behind them, the elevator opens and Cynthia steps in.
“George!” she says, even though the previous frame shows that the elevator is clearly empty!
Well, not quite empty, it seems. Bang! (or rather, Pooooft! The gun has a silencer.)
Steele sees her distress!
Cynthia has taken it in the chest!
Steele rushes to her aid!
Arnock is confused!
“Hold her!” Steele commands, passing poor Cynthia off on Mr. Arnock.
Steele races off to try to catch the culprit!
A Mustang screeches into view!
Steele returns in time to see the car speed away …
… then pauses to pose attractively as it recedes into the distance!
Steele runs back into the stairwell!
Meanwhile, Cynthia is fading fast.
Steele’s back again!
He goes to Arnock, who has bad news for him.
“I think your friend is … that is, she isn’t …”
Fade to black!
I’m a little distressed that poor Cynthia bites it. This continues the slightly darker turn the episode has taken. Steele’s response here is interesting. He is spurred to action … but doesn’t quite know what to do. He seems a bit callous as he passes poor, dying Cindy off to his elderly companion, but I think he was acting on instinct. There’s a mystery here: If George was in the elevator, who was driving the Mustang?