After a slightly confusing cut …
… we find our Mr. Steele twiddling and dozing in the dining room.
A bit of aimless wandering. It seems to have gotten dark. Wonder what they all have done for the past four and a half hours since Donald protested his innocence. How long does it take Murphy to process fingerprints? And how does he even do it? Does he just eyeball ‘em?
All the suspects, sans Murphy, seem to have gathered in the dining room. Perhaps to gnaw on the floral centerpiece, since besides Mr. Steele’s magical breakfast, I don’t think any of them have eaten anything since they got here.
Speaking of Murph … here he comes! He makes a slightly ominous silhouette.
Well, he looks glum. Perhaps he found his OWN prints at the crime scene. He launches into his scientific dissertation on forensic technique.
Donald puts on his glasses, the better to see Murphy’s grim visage.
“There was one very good print on the STOP button. It was a perfect match,” Murphy continues.
Not sure why a fingerprint on the stop button is definitive proof of the murderer’s identity … maybe if the print were on Alan’s dead neck.
Steele is delighted! “Then we have it. Our murderer. A fingerprint is a good as a signed confession.”
“Caught in the vise of irrefutable evidence!”
Oh, he’s getting wound up now.
Sandy seems to be wondering if he’s going off the rails.
Steele continues, driving the point home. “No denials …”
“… no counter accusations will set this killer free!”
Laura begins to wonder when Mr. Steele is going to conclude this soliloquoy.
Perhaps sensing he’s losing his audience, Steele wraps it up. “So. Please, Murphy. Tell us: Whose print is it?”
Well! That’s an unexpected twist.
Steele looks down at Laura. “Laura?”
stunned mildly interested.
The scene fades to black ….
And we’re back! Laura looks a little peeved. Being accused of murder by your business partner will do that for you.
Mr. Steele offers his associate silent support.
‘”I’m sorry,” says Murph.
Laura is shaken, but unbowed. “I was never in that elevator.”
Aw, look at Mr. Steele being all protective.
“I have only two things to say,” Steele begins authoritatively.
“I have known Laura Holt …”
… erm …
“I don’t what even to think how long I’ve known Laura Holt.”
Nice save, Mr. Steele!
And I can say, without fear of repudiation…”
Repudiation? You’re going to have Murphy running for his dictionary again.
“…that this woman is incapable of any foul play against Alan Grievey or anyone else.”
Right, Mr. Steele!
Right, Mr. Steele?
Now is NOT the time to waver, mister.
Keep dancing, Mr. Steele!
Steele’s going to get to the bottom of this, by God! He will exonerate his Laura!
He pauses at the door to exchange a quiet word with Murph.
“I also want to say …”
Laura looks puzzled …
… then weirded out. Is it because of Steele’s presumption at firing Murphy … or is she touched that he’s so adamant in her defense?
An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. Alan throws a fun party!
Murphy turns and follows Remington out the door …