Picking up on Steele’s dramatic dissection of the crime …
Mr. Steele has just accused Charlotte Knight of killing her husband!
Brilliant deduction, Mr. Steele. Except …
Charlotte is prepared to come clean about her dirty little secret: “I didn’t write the books. Shoot me! But I didn’t kill my husband. Mitchell made me who I am; Mitchell made me Charlotte Knight. Without Mitchell, I was nothing. Besides, if I could have written the third book I could have written the first two, too. That makes sense, right?”
Laura seems inclined to agree.
Steele decides to backtrack.
Of course Charlotte’s denial makes sense. That’s why he quickly discounted her as a suspect!
Instead, he settled on the REAL culprit: “The man, in fact, who had negotiated the unprecedented film and paperback deals on the third book, an especially important negotiation, because he knew he would receive the lion’s share of the money, since he, in fact, authored the third book.”
“I am speaking, of course, of Dennis Baker!”
“Mitchell was one of my closest friends in all the world, which is why I didn’t negotiate the deal on the third book. If he wasn’t writing it, I didn’t want anything to do with it.”
“You didn’t negotiate the deal on the third book?”
Of course he didn’t! That’s why Mr. Steele ultimately identified the murderer as …
Forsythe is miffed. “This is not going to bode well for your next book deal, Steele.” But dogged Steele will not be intimidated!
“Knight was sick and tired of writing under his wife’s name,” Steele deduces. “He wanted to go public, expose the whole fraud to the world, write under his own name.”
“But you couldn’t allow him to do that because you knew Charlotte Knight was Forsyth House’s biggest success.”
“So you wrote the third book, then killed Mitchell Knight to keep the secret!”
Forsythe points out that the day before he died, Mitchell signed Charlotte’s name to a brand new, three-book deal. Apparently, Michell’s writer’s block had broken and he was raring to get back to the tape recorder.
So, Laura. What do YOU think?
I believe Miss Holt is praying this will all be over soon.
Our Mr. Steele seems to have developed a sudden bout of indigestion. I wonder why?
“Ummm … will you excuse me for a moment?”
Come along, Laura. Mr. Steele would like to have a word with you.
Well! This scene didn’t play nearly so well for Mr. Steele as it always does in the movies. It seems like Laura, knowing Steele was blowing smoke, could have interrupted early on and saved her figurehead some humiliation. Is she determined to put Mr. Steele in his place, remind him that he really doesn’t know what he’s doing? That SHE’S the professional here? Yet surely she’s shooting herself in the foot. How can it be a good thing to make the great Remington Steele look like a doofus?