Monthly Archives: April 2014

Steele Belted – 12

Oh, dear. It looks like some buddy is having another very bad day.


The jail cell clangs shut again on a very disappointed Buddy Shapiro.

“Why do I keep listening to you?” he demands of Steele. “Before I was only looking at five years. Now, it’s murder!”


Just then Hunky Barry’s chin arrives, a full three seconds before the rest of him. The attorney tells his client that the gun that killed Rubio was traced back to him.


Buddy insists he only keeps the gun for protection, and hasn’t seen it for weeks. Laura has bad news: Buddy’s fingerprints were the only ones on the gun.


Buddy, perhaps hoping to beat the death penalty by dying of cancer first, lights up a ciggie. Pretty sure they don’t let you do that any more.


Mr. Steele commiserates with Buddy’s position, which is clearly disquieting. Meanwhile, Hunky Barry and Laura grab 40 winks. Too much excitement at the arcade last night?

Mr. Steele promises Buddy that he’ll do everything in this power-


“Please, no more help! I don’t think I could survive it.”


Chastened, the detectives and the lawyer take their leave.

CRIMEOFFASHION Mr. Steele is looking uncharacteristically unpolished here – just look at the puckered seam on the back of his jacket. I wonder if the costume department had to alter the jacket.

The scene cuts back to the Steele offices …


.. where a casually dressed Murphy slouches in the doorway of the executive office. He knocks on the open door.


Mr. Steele is at his desk … working? He certainly seems absorbed in some kind of paperwork.


The detective’s shirt is open partway, revealing his hairy chest and a flash of gold.

behindthescenes Have I already mentioned in this blog that the disk Steele wears around his neck is actually the back of a wristwatch that belonged to Pierce Brosnan’s grandmother? It is his only memento of the woman who raised him for several years when his mother went to London to study nursing.


Mr. Steele gets to his feet and performs an action that many fangirls might wish to emulate.  “I appreciate your timely response, Murphy,” he says.


Murphy explains that he’s willing to run a few red lights for the satisfaction of hearing Steele ask for his help.

Note that both men have their hands in their pockets here. What do you suppose THAT is about?


Steele pours them both a cup of coffee from an apparently cordless coffee maker on the coffee table.


It seems the former con man is in a confessional mood: “I realize we haven’t exactly been best of chums since I arrived on the scene,” he notes. “You’ve been rather mistrustful of me. Perhaps with some justification. I’ll admit that my past is a little obscure, and there have been times when I’ve taken advantage of my situation here, overspent some of the agency’s funds on occasion, intruded in areas where I didn’t belong on others.”


Murphy takes a seat.


Steele displays his seat. (You’re welcome.)


“Is that a-fair recital of my deficiencies?”


Murphy couldn’t have said it better himself … though he’s tried a few times.


Steele is delighted by Murphy’s witty banter. He points out that he and Murph have one small point of common ground:


“Laura,” Steele says. “We both care very deeply for her.”

randomalert This scene is beginning to remind me of those old Taster’s Choice commercials featuring Anthony Stewart Head. Remember?


“She’s a very special lady,” Murph agrees.


“And neither one of us wants to see her hurt or misused.”

Murphy says the only person he’s worried about on that score is Steele himself.

“Are you aware that she’s involved with Creighton Phillips?” Steele asks.


“Am I ever.”

Steele wants Murphy’s assessment of Hunky Barry.


“He seems like an all right guy,” Mr. Michaels responds, not very convincingly.


“I took the liberty of doing some checking on Mr. Phillips. Did you know that he and James Rubio were classmates at Harvard, until Rubio was expelled for cheating?


Murphy makes a little steeple of his fingers. This signals that he is intrigued!

Steele continues: “And that rather than turning down a partnership in his law firm he was passed over for one?”

Oh, ho! It appears that Mr. Phillips has not been entirely honest. Oh, Hunky Barry. I’m disappointed.


“Perhaps that’s why he’s starting his own practice,” Murph suggests.


Steele seems pained at the thought. He does some quick calculations. “In a suite of offices that go for twenty four dollars a square foot? Which runs out to $240,000 a year in rent alone?” He notes that doesn’t square with Hunky Barry’s professed concern for the poor and oppressed.


“So he’s not what he appears to be,” Murphy says coyly. He’s familiar with the type. He doesn’t see what this has to do with Laura getting hurt.


“Whoever set Buddy up with those stolen coins wanted him returned to prison badly enough to kill the two people that could prove he was innocent.”

Murph isn’t tracking why HB would want his own client locked up in the pen.


“The motive eludes me at the moment. But the thought of Laura cheek to jowl with a possible murderer gives me the chills.”


Murph still isn’t on board. “No motive, no witnesses, no hard evidence. You’ve got a hell of a case.”


“I have a plan.”


Now MURPHY has the chills!

This scene of male bonding between rivals is an interesting contrast to the previous scene between Steele and Phillips. For all their needling of one another, both Steele and Murphy recognize that each truly cares about Laura, and they can unite – albeit briefly – in protecting her. I was startled by Steele’s admission that he “cares very deeply” for Laura. That suggests a stronger investment in their relationship than he has previously been willing to concede. Your thoughts?



















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Steele Belted – 11




We find ourselves now outside some kind of shop with an eclectic mix of cars in the parking lot.


Is it some kind of strip mall? Nope, it’s Rodeo Drive!

funfacticon Rodeo Drive is a two-mile stretch in Beverly Hills featuring many high-end boutiques. Famous people buy expensive stuff there. This place doesn’t look too luxe to me, though.


We see Murphy loitering next to a pole, checking his watch. Is it me, or does he have freakishly long hands?


The agency limo pulls up and Murphy gives his report: “Well, she’s practically bought out the entire street. She’s in there right now. Let’s go.” He’s a man of action, our Murph. But who is the “she” they’re talking about?


Oh, her. This is the chick from the boat photo, yes? Her hairstyle reminds me of Yeoman Janice Rand from the original Star Trek.


Here she is. I’m not sure that hairdo is entirely practical for work on a starship. Fortunately, our blond doesn’t work on a starship; she buys purses!


Apparently Murphy doesn’t meet the store’s dress code, so Steele and Laura enter without him. This environment is the stylish Mr. Steele’s milieu. “I’ll handle it,” he tells Laura.


“Mrs. Shapiro?” he opens. I’m not sure she’s glad to see him!

“I’m Remington Steele,” he continues.


“Perhaps you’ve heard of the Remington Steele Detective Agency?” 


Something tells me she has!


Laura seems as concerned as the rest of us about possible damage to Mr. Steele’s face. You couldn’t have kicked him in the groin instead, Mrs. Shapiro?


As La femme Shapiro continues to pursue a still-smarting Steele, Laura and the sales clerk try to fend her off. The Boy Scout mannequin behind them does not offer assistance.


Laura manages to corral Mrs. S. Mr. Steele is still holding his wounded jaw. What, he’s never been hit by a woman before? I find that hard to believe. Meanwhile, the saleslady is appalled at the scene.


“Please! Please!” she protests. “You’re on Rodeo Drive!” 

This gal reminds me of someone …


Oh, yeah. That’s where I’ve seen her before.


Laura attempts to soothe the agitated woman. “It’s all right, Mrs. Shapiro. No one wants to hurt you.”

Mrs.S. ain’t buyin’ it.


“I know you work for Buddy,” she declares, while offering Laura an opportunity to examine her tonsils. “So you go back and tell him to leave us alone!”


Laura informs the lady that they’re trying to locate Rubio. (Incidentally, the arrow there points to what we at my house refer to as “gaposis” – that awkward moment when your blouse strains at a button, creating an unsightly gap. It even happens to incredibly gorgeous actresses! That makes me glad.)


Mrs. Shapiro begins to rant through her perfect teeth: “James is innocent. But Buddy would do anything to ruin my life. Even accuse poor James of some dumb crime. All right, look, maybe he had a little bit of trouble in the past, but that’s all behind him now. We’re in LOVE! And that schmuck Buddy can’t stand the thought that I could be happy without him. Well I CAN. And AM!”


I think we can agree that Ilene Graf gives an understated, nuanced performance here, no?




Laura reminds the ex Mrs. Buddy that the cops are looking for Rubio, too, and he’ll be charged with murder unless they (the detectives) find him first.


Mrs. Shapiro seems curiously unmoved by her lover’s potential legal troubles.


“Can I ask you a question?” she inquires of Miss Holt. Laura says sure.

“Which one do you like better? The red or the pink?”


The pouty missus shoves the articles at Laura and stomps off.


I prefer the red!


Meanwhile, the wounded Steele is being ministered to by a couple of nurses-in-training. One of them is swapping at … nothing … above his eye.


As Mrs. Shapiro passes, Mr. Steele calls after, “Nice chatting with you!” That’s our Mr. Steele – even mortally injured, he maintains his joie de vivre!


Laura arrives to find Mr. Steele apparently more emotionally affected than he let on. Thank goodness he had that pocket handkerchief handy to mop away his tears.

“We’ll just have to stick with her. Eventually, she’s got to lead us to Rubio,” Laura remarks.


Suddenly there’s a scream from the parking lot. Steele and Laura race – well, mosey, actually – to see what’s going on.


Oh, dear. Looks like Rubio got tired to death of waiting for his girlfriend.


Mrs. Shapiro is taking it hard. “We were goin’ to Vegas! We were gonna get married! I was gonna wear taffeta! James!”

The sales ladies pull her gently away.


Laura, Murph and Steele survey the scene of the crime. Due to the corpse-eye view of the camera, we find ourselves gazing up at Mr. Steele’s … nether region. I think they call this the “money shot.” And look! Steele’s handkerchief is neatly back in his pocket.


Is that your hand in your pocket, Steele, or are you just happy to see dead Rubio? Oh. It really just is his hand in his pocket. My bad.


Steele squats next to the trunk and fondles the dead man’s digits. He notes that the dead man has his hands clenched into a fist. “The victim always clenches a piece of evidence that ultimately traps the murderer!”


“Hmmm,” he ponders as he reads Rubio’s palm. “He had a very long lifeline.”



In this scene we initially see Mr. Steele take charge – with disastrous results. His extreme reaction to being clobbered with a purse is an interesting contrast to his macho posturing of the previous scene. Once again poor Murphy is the outsider here  – literally, in this case – as he does the tedious grunt work so that Steele can sweep up in the limo and make a grand entrance. So now we have two corpses and few clues to the culprit. I have to admit, this is only of the more neatly plotted episodes of the series. Your thoughts?












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Steele Belted – 10

Apologies for the delay in posting; I’m having computer problems (no sound). Boo!

Anyway, when last we left our intrepid detectives, Mr. Steele was taking a call from Hunky Barry. As the next scene opens …


… we see Mr. Steele entering a police station.  He has a confident stride!


As he passes by one of the precinct’s finest, he gives him a friendly little pat on the back. Clearly Mr. Steele is well known here!


Our hero encounters Hunky Barry, who expresses surprise that Steele has been able to get Buddy released to his custody.


“The name Remington Steele has a certain standing in the law enforcement community,” Steele explains.


“You ever want a job fixing traffic tickets, I can make us a fortune,” jokes Hunky Barry.


Mr. Steele is not amused. He was under the impression that HB isn’t interested in material gain. HB wants to know where he got THAT idea.


“Miss Holt. She’s quite taken with your selflessness.”


“Well, I’m quite taken with everything about her,” HB answers.

Steele drops the smirky banter.


“What are your intentions toward her?”


“What are your intentions in asking?”

randomalert Hunky Barry’s chiseled visage reminds me of the memoirs of B-movie icon Bruce Campbell. I think Hunky Barry could do a lot of damage with his mandible.


Dueling chins!


Mr. Steele affects a blithe unconcern. “Oh, professional curiosity,” he shrugs. “Speaking as her boss, I wouldn’t want to see her hurt. Unhappiness tends to reduce efficiency.”


Hunky Barry wouldn’t DREAM of reducing her efficiency. (Is that supposed to be a double entendre?)


Mr. Steele lifts his own chin into firing position. He tells HB that he’d “take serious exception to anyone causing Laura pain.”

This is shaping up to be a stand-off.


So much testosterone!


“Is that a threat?” HB wants to know.


“It’s a word to the wise, Mr. Phillips,” says Steele. “I sincerely hope you fall into that category.”

I have my doubts, Mr. Steele.


I’m also pretty sure that in a fist fight, Hunky Barry would beat the hell out of you.


Just then Buddy arrives. He tells Steele he’s a man of his word!

“Mr. Phillips and I were just talking about that,” Steele confirms.


As the jailbird takes off, Mr. Steele gives his adversary a last, meaningful look.

So lots of machismo on display here. I have to wonder how Laura would respond to this little spectacle of two men puffing their chests out over her. I’m not sure she would be impressed. Do you think Steele was warning Hunky Barry off, implying that Miss Holt is already taken, or simply advising him to be good to Laura? I have to wonder if HB will pursue Laura even more strongly now, just to “out-man” Steele. Your thoughts?










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Steele Belted – 9

It looks like Waldo isn’t the only one having a lousy evening.


Buddy Shapiro has been nicked, to use Mr. Steele’s parlance. He wants to know what went wrong!


“Somebody tipped the D.A.’s office that you tried to leave the country,” says Hunky Barry, whose chin is nearly sharp enough to saw through the bars and spring his client.

BeardedSMiley Notice Mr. Steele rubbing the back of his neck behind HB? Body language experts call this a “pacifying gesture” in response to stress. A moment later, Steele slides his hand around to his face while looking at Barry: handonface

This gesture can be interpreted as suspicion. Isn’t science astounding?


Shapiro doesn’t care about body language. He’s IRKED. “If I hadn’t listened to you, I’d be in Brazil now,” he says to Steele.


Laura starts to respond, But Steele beats her to the punch. “I guarantee your exoneration on all charges, Buddy,” Steele assures him. (Note the upward pointed finger: that denotes authority.) “Or my name isn’t Remington Steele.”


“Your name ISN’T Remington Steele,” Laura notes peevishly as they return to the office. Incidentally, Steele’s hand in his pocket here may denote that he’s feeling insecure about his image or is hoping to avoid a situation. Which do you think it is?


“Merely a technicality,” Steele retorts. Their body language here is very tense, no?


Back in the office, it’s Laura’s turn to use her finger. She points it in an authoritative way as they tells Bernice that the minute Murphy calls, she should “shoot him through.” Using the word “shoot” here, in combination with her gun-like hand position, suggests Miss Holt is in a fightin’ mood.


Laura goes to her office and pulls out the photo Rubio and friend. They look like a happy couple!


Steele enters and plucks the photo from her hands. “Is this our quarry?”  he asks in a congenial, almost conciliatory tone.


Laura rather brusquely snatches it back. “From here on out, let the pros handle things.”


Oh, snap!


Laura tosses aside the photo and opens a file drawer, without any clear reason for doing so. Steele follows her, now as cranky as she is. “A man expired in my bedroom. Don’t you think that gives me a vested interest in what happens?”

I can’t say I disagree with him here. And by the way, how is ANYTHING that’s happened so far Mr. Steele’s fault?

Steele adds that he’s grown rather fond of Buddy.


“Which is more than I can say about your Mr. Phillips!”

“MY Mr. Phillips?” Laura responds.

“I don’t trust him,” Steele says.


“That’s EXACTLY what he said about you,” Laura notes.

“Takes one to know one.” Interesting that Steele is willing to acknowledge his own history of questionable trustworthiness here.


Laura begins to rhapsodize on the merits of Hunky Barry: “He’s an extraordinary human being. Warm, caring, committed …”

I don’t think Mr. Steele is impressed by this litany of the saint.


Mr. Steele develops a curious interest in his loafer as Laura continues to relate how awesome HB is. “He’s turning down a partnership in a law firm so he can help those people who can’t afford those fat legal fees?”


Mr. Steele, who seems a bit pained by all this, asks if St. Barry also runs a home for unwed mothers …


“… or perhaps an orphanage where he personally bathes the grimy little tykes.”

Does ANYBODY think this “discussion” is something other than a thinly veiled lovers’ quarrel?


I didn’t think so.


Laura affects an air of blase amusement. “Hahaha. You’re wonderfully twisted …”


“… magnificently bent.”  This whole exchange plays like a scene from some sophisticated comedy written by Noel Coward. Seriously, Laura. Nobody’s buying this “I don’t care” pose.


“Just because YOU think the shortest distance between two points is an angle, doesn’t mean everybody operates that way.”


“Sounds like you’ve developed an overpowering lust for cotton candy,” Steele dishes back.


Laura drops the disinterested act. “You certainly don’t expect me to sit at home while you-”


“While I what?” Steele says, loudly. He’s had enough of this little drawing room scene.


“Never mind,” Laura sighs. (Still in melodramatic mode here, oddly enough.)


Steele, the bigger man, extends his apologies. “Whom you choose to become involved with is none of my business.”


“I have no claim on your personal life.” Steele looks rather sad here, no?


“I didn’t think you were interested in one.”


“Well, it’s your rule. Never mix business with …”




Steele seems a little embarrassed. Is he thinking back to his proposition of Laura in her office in “Tempered Steele”?

“Well … yes … I suppose …” He sighs.


“Well, it’s not a hard-and-fast rule,” Laura wavers.


Mr. Steele lets that sink in.

Just then …


Bad timing, Bernice! Also, bad outfit! “Creighton Phillips on one,” she informs them.


Laura moves to the couch to take the call. “Thanks.”


“It’s for HIM.”


Oops. Awkward.


Mr. Steele reaches across to claim the receiver.


“Steele here.” Is it me, or is that a smouldering gaze the two are sharing here?

Lots of interesting stuff beneath the surface here! I think it’s becoming more difficult for Laura and Steele to maintain the status quo, as their mutual attraction continues to heat up. Laura’s jealousy over Miss Taplinger provokes her to try to turn the tables with Steele, throwing the “superior” attributes of Hunky Barry in his face. I think Steele could easily shrug off her touting the lawyer’s warmth and caring – Steele’s shown he also has those qualities in spades. But her insinuation that Phillips’ honesty and willingness to commit make him the more attractive fellow must have stung. Steele well knows that Laura’s ideal man is the quintessential Good Guy, and that she feels he doesn’t qualify. Laura tries hard — TOO hard — to play up Steele’s deficiencies. She accuses him of being “twisted” and “bent” in an exaggerated, almost desperate way, as though she were trying to convince herself. 

Then, miracle of miracles, a moment of truth: Laura admits she might be open to exploring a business AND pleasure relationship with Mr. Steele. It’s a big concession for her, as she’s always stood firm on her principles (and pride). What might have happened had Bernice not appeared in the doorway?








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Steele Belted – 8


Still in Steele’s well-appointed apartment, Miss Stimulated is having trouble coping with her disappointment.


Steele prepares to administer a revivifying beverage.


She takes a swig while Steele looks on, seemingly amused.


Steele starts to take the glass back, but she has not yet had enough liquid courage. Just then the door buzzes. Company? At this hour?


Oh, it’s Laura. Guess her date ended early.


Or not. Hunky Barry is persistent! (I can’t bring myself to call him Creighton.)

Laura and HB head for the bedroom to pay their respects to Waldo, and Steele checks back with his make up date.


Yikes! Is there an open bar at this party? The lady seems to be slipping into a fugue state: “Everything was so tidy,” she murmurs. Steele leaves her with a little “buck up, honey” pat on the shoulder.


“Waldo Church, all right,” Laura comments when the trio have assembled beside the corpse. HB looks a bit taller than Steele here, but imdb lists Pierce’s height at 6′ 1 1/2″, Barry at just 6’1″.


Laura looks a bit green around the gills – too much junk food at the arcade? Hunky Barry hastens to provide support. Something tells me Mr. Steele isn’t too keen on HB’s big paws all over Miss Holt. HB wants to know if they’re all through in the bedroom. Interesting that HB is acting like the protective male here, and directs his question to Steele, not Laura.


Laura tells Hunky Barry she and Steele can handle it from here. Miss Stimulated is still clutching her booze.


The two couples bid each other goodnight in the time-honored way. I think Hunky Barry is getting more action than Steele. Kissing on a first date, Laura? Tsk.


Mr. Steele asks Hunky Barry to escort Miss Taplinger (so THAT’S her name) home. She perks up at the prospect of sharing a car seat with Hunky Barry. She decides to leave her mink as a parting gift for Mr. Church. She’s got plenty more at home.


After Thing 1 and Thing 2 leave the apartment, Mr. Steele sheds his jacket, ready to get down to business. Or is he?

“Sorry I had to interrupt your evening,” he says tersely.


Meanwhile, Laura is already in full investigative mode.

“Did you call the police?” (Not yet.) “Rubio obviously found that bill of sale,” she continues.


He: “No doubt you two were discussing the case!”

She: “He’s probably destroyed it by now.”

He: “I know how those business meetings can drag on.”


She: “He sold Buddy those coins, wanting him to get caught.”

He: “I called the office. You weren’t there.”

She: “Why? What’s the motive? What could he possibly gain by having Buddy sent back to prison?”


He: “You weren’t at your apartment, either. I left a distraught message on the damned answering machine of yours.” Steele seems to be getting a little hot under the collar!

It’s fascinating to note how Steele and Laura mirror each other as they pace back and forth. Their thoughts are in different places, but their bodies are in sync.

funfacticon  “Mirror neurons” in the brain are responsible for unconscious copying of the actions of others. These neurons and are located in the part of the brain called Broca’s area, which is also the language center of the brain. This automatic syncing of actions is thought to create rapport between people.


“You really should get one of those little beepers, Laura!” an agitated Steele snaps as Laura continues to yammer on about the case.


His tone captures her attention at last. Laura seems to have some turbulent emotions under her cool exterior. Could it be her rambling dissertation was a way of avoiding having to explain what she was doing with Hunky Barry?


“Where were you all evening?” Steele demands, rather petulantly.


“At an amusement park,” Laura answers, crossing her arms over her chest.

BeardedSMiley Crossed arms are generally interpreted as a defensive gesture. Do you think Laura is feeling defensive here? If so, why?


“So it was a social liaison!”


“It’s called a DATE,” Laura articulates crisply. (Or maybe she just wanted Steele to notice she’d had her teeth cleaned.) “It happens quite a lot between men and women.”


“I didn’t think you went in for that sort of thing,” Steele smirks.


Snarkiness does NOT become you, Mr. Steele.


“Dates?” Laura snarks back.


“Amusement parks.”


Laura suddenly appears vulnerable. “I like cotton candy,” she says softly.


Steele responds to the sudden shift in mood by taking a step toward her.


“Let’s call the police,” she says abruptly as he draws near.


Her cool, unruffled mask slips back into place as she heads for the phone.


Mr. Steele doesn’t seem to shake off the moment quite as easily.


Laura sighs heavily as she waits for 911 to answer the phone.

I find this a fascinating scene for what it reveals about the developing relationship between Steele. I didn’t see any particular jealousy on Laura’s part at the sight of Miss Taplinger; I suspect she knows Miss T is just another bimbo that Steele plays with and then moves on. But Steele is CLEARLY perturbed about seeing Laura with Hunky Barry. He reacts in a kind of knee-jerk way, behaving almost cruelly in suggesting that Laura isn’t interested in (or perhaps, he implies, isn’t asked out on) dates. Laura is curiously shaken in this scene, and I don’t think it was about Waldo’s demise. Having Hunky Barry act so proprietarily toward her in front of Steele unsettled her. Perhaps she was thinking about HB’s previous suggestion that Steele looks “erotically” at her, and doesn’t want Mr. Steele getting the wrong idea about her and Barry. Laura’s almost tremulous comment about liking cotton candy is interesting – how do you interpret her behavior here? And what was Steele’s intention when he moved toward her? A comforting hug? A passionate kiss? Share your thoughts!











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Steele Belted – 7

While Laura and Hunky Barry are playing games at the arcade, Mr. Steele has his own amusements.


We first see a door cracking open into a darkened room.


A flip of the light switch reveals Mr. Steele and his date from the previous evening.


She’s pleased with what she sees: “It’s so tidy!”


Turns out the lady is a neat freak. A well-ordered habitation stimulates her!

BeardedSMiley Because I’m willing to go the extra mile for you, dear reader, I actually did some research to find out if there is a recognized sexual disorder/fetish for “neatness.” I found none; however, there is a disorder called mysophilia, in which a person becomes aroused by “dirtiness, soiled or decaying things.” So Steele’s date has whatever the opposite is of this.


The lady begins shedding her fur as she takes in the ambiance of Steele’s apartment. She tells him that if the whole place is this well-ordered, it might take all night to calm her down.


Mr. Steele stands ready to assist.


He directs his date to the boudoir, no doubt to freshen up before they pull out a board game. Scrabble, anyone?


While he date is getting fresh, Mr. Steele turns up the heat.


Suddenly Miss Stimulated reappears, looking a bit less … eager. Steele is disappointed; surely she hasn’t calmed down already? She replies that she found the bedroom a bit crowded for her taste.


Steele and the lady enter the bedroom. Are those two-toned shoes? Oh, dear.

Happy news!


You can get a pair of shoes just like this on eBay for only $79. I wonder if Waldo is the seller?


Guess not. Waldo won’t be selling anything any time soon.


The sequined chick wants to know if he’s ….

“Extremely,” Steele confirms. Not to mention:


Sequined chick expresses bemusement that there are so many creative ways to end an evening.

Either Mr. Steele particularly likes this woman, bringing her home two nights in a row, or it’s because she’s a sure thing (Laura’s not the only itchy one). Mr. Steele doesn’t seem all that stimulated himself – he is positively leisurely in setting the stage for seduction – and treats the lady with just slightly less detachment than he does the corpse. I’m a little sorry to see Waldo go. Not because I particularly liked him, but because his name was Waldo.






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Steele Belted – 6

In this segment, we explore just how itchy our Miss Holt is …


We open on a photo of Waldo, still wearing spats. Presumably that’s his wife and kid. Somehow he doesn’t look like … er … a family man.


We discover that the hand holding the photo belongs to Laura. She’s in a seriously seedy hotel room (same one where Steele got clobbered, presumably). And here comes good old Murph. He notes that the desk clerk (there is one?) was less than helpful.


Laura begins to regale Murphy with the story of Steele’s performance with Shapiro.


“He was the quintessential Remington Steele. Charming … persuasive … reassuring …” (You’re getting a little gushy there, Laura.)


A cranky Murphy objects. “For once I’d like us to have a conversation where his name didn’t come up.”


“He performs a very valuable service for all of us,” Laura reminds him.

Murphy acknowledges that Steele has his place – professionally. “That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says.


Laura ignores him as she digs through Waldo’s valise. She finds a return bus ticket to Bakersfield.

“He’s not going to change, Laura,” Murphy presses.


“The longer you wait around for him to shape up, the more you shut yourself off from the people that really care about you.”


Aw. You’re wearing your heart on your sleeve, Murphy. I kinda feel bad for him.


Laura heads to the pay phone (remember those?) in the hall, while Murphy continues to make his case.

“What you need is somebody with the same feelings, the same values. Somebody you can share things with. But you’re never going to find that someone until you allow yourself a chance to look.”


“Have you heard anything I’ve said to you?”

She has! “Every word.” And then …


Well! That was unexpected!


Murphy seems very happy! Blissfully happy, in fact. Laura tells Murphy he is right about everything!


Somehow I don’t see this ending well for Murph.


Turns out Laura was on the phone with Hunky Barry, accepting his dinner invitation. Now SHE looks blissful. Murphy, not so much.


Sad times.


Our scene cuts abruptly to a very primitive video game. I’m going to assume this isn’t innovation that was going to make the Ratooi Company millions.


It looks like Laura is playing games – perhaps in more ways than one.

“This isn’t at all what I expected,” she giggles at Hunky Barry. She thought he’d take her to a French restaurant, some snooty art show and a retrospective of Kurosawa’s films.

“That’s what I had planned for tomorrow night,” he says suavely.


“Let’s just get through this evening first,” she answers coyly.


Aw, Hunky Barry is disappointed. “Is that what you’re doing? Getting through an evening?”


Laura is, quite appropriately, embarrassed. “No, er, I didn’… no!”


“Do you have something going with your boss?” (Cause if she doesn’t, Hunky Barry might be interested in taking a crack at him.)


Laura is stunned (and perhaps a little defensive)! “What makes you ask that?”

He tells her it’s how she looks at him, how she hangs on his every word (not sure that’s true), and how he looks at HER. This would be romantic, if it weren’t Hunky Barry saying it.


“How does he look at me?” Laura seems … intrigued … by Hunky Barry’s insight.


“Erotically. VERY erotically.”


Oh, I think Laura is pleased to hear that. Trying to get your date turned on by talking about the guy she REALLY wants is a little tacky, Hunky Barry.

Laura assures HB that her relationship with Steele is purely professional. He’s glad!


HB says he doesn’t trust Steele – there’s just something a little “shifty” about him. – as if he’s not quite what he appears.

Laura tells him he’s being ridiculous! He’s Remington Steele!

“Maybe there’s more to your Mr. Steele than meets the eye,” HB suggests.

Laura’s irked.


“Creighton, are we going to spend our first evening together talking about him?” Hm. Seems like Murphy said something similar to YOU recently, Laura.

And by the way … Creighton?


“You’re right. Let’s forget about him for tonight,” CREIGHTON agrees. “There’s always tomorrow.”

randomalert Here’s a link to the song, “There’s Always Tomorrow,” from  the beloved holiday classic, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

I think Clarice the doe is a little like Laura in this scene – flirty!


Just then Laura’s PacMan expires.


A smug-looking CREIGHTON (ugh) says, “Aw, tough luck. Monster just ate your last man.” IS THIS SOME KIND OF FORESHADOWING?

Well, I have to say Laura’s not making any points with me in this episode. She surely can’t be so obtuse as to not get what Murphy is hinting at; if she deliberately ignores him to avoid dealing with it, then it’s doubly wrong of her to KISS him in the hallway. Mixed signals much, Laura? Miss Holt is certainly itchy … but I wonder if she’s genuinely attracted to Hunky Barry CREIGHTON, or if she’s transferring her lust for Steele onto this convenient stand-in. I think Creighton think so – and is more than willing to use that to his advantage. Talk about shifty! You’d better watch yourself around this guy, Laura.






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