Dr. Bellows and Nurse Lord have arrived at a substantial-looking edifice. Steele addresses the knocker. Speaking of impressive knockers …
The door is answered by a buxom lass who seems to have escaped from the local Renaissance Faire. Let me guess: This is the gal from “Earth Girls Are Easy,” right? Giggly girl wants to know if the apparently over-dressed pair at the door are expected.
Steele produces his entry card: “We have an invitation.”
“… , entre vous,” she gushes. Ah, she’s French!
She invites them in. Strangely, Mr. Steele seems a LOT more excited to be here than Laura.
“I’m Miss Mae,” she tells them.
Mr. Steele introduces himself. “And I’m Dr. Bellows. Dr. Arthur Bellows.”
Miss May suddenly develops an apparent interest in the contents of Mr. Steele’s nostrils. She tells him she’s glad he’s here, and drags him away.
I don’t think Laura is pleased to be ditched like this.
Nope. Definitely not pleased. In fact, she looks sad. 😦
Miss May is disappointed. Mr. Steele is … shruggy.
After the devil’s disciple leaves, Laura rejoins her companion.
“She forgot her birth control pills,” he tells her. “Thought I might have an extra supply.”
Suddenly, piano music is heard nearby. Dr. Bellows takes his nurse’s arm and they seek the source of the sound.
They discover a bored-looking lady sitting at the piano. Miss May-Not?
“Delightful touch,” Mr Steele charms. “I’m Dr. Bellows. Dr. Arthur Bellows.”
They notice some random dude reading a paper on the couch. I thought this was supposed to be a place of reckless abandon and unparalleled hedonism. Well, it IS a white couch. That’s pretty damned crazy.
Suddenly a woman appears Big hair and a loud caftan.
Hello, Mrs. Roeper!
Mrs Roeper introduces herself as Randi.
“That’s comforting to know. Especially on these long weekends,” Steele says.
That’s a good one, Mr. Steele!
Laura doesn’t think so. She gives him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He falls into line. “I’m Dr. Bellows. Dr. Arthur Bellows.”
“Dr. Bellows,” Randi oozes. “It’s been so LONG.” Is that another lame innuendo?
Now somebody else arrives. “Did I hear you say you were a doctor?” he asks.
“My brother’s in the medical profession,” the man informs him.
“Interesting area,” Steele comments.
Oh, Mr. Steele. Please stop.
Pretty sure Laura agrees with me. Meanwhile, Randi gets handy.
Perhaps affronted by Laura’s lack of appreciation for his scintillating wit (or maybe just smarting from that elbow to the ribs), Mr. Steele springs his trap.
“Permit me to present my current enamourata …”
Awwww. That’s so sweet!
Randi suddenly asks Dr. Bellows if he wants to do it.
“I beg your pardon?” he responds.
“Impressive edifice,” Steele remarks as she walks away.
Oh, dear. Am I going to have to get firm with you, Mr. Steele?
Feldman agrees, explaining that the mansion was “former retreat of a chewing gum magnate before Ambrose turned it into a Devil’s Playground Club.”
“Ah, Ambrose Blinn,” Steele comments. “Publisher of Devil magazine. Quite an interesting logo: For Satyrs of all Ages.”
“I didn’t know you read Devil magazine, doctor,” Laura snarks.
The good doctor hesitates.”A man in my profession must be exceedingly careful where alcoholic spirits are concerned, young lady.”
“However, the judicious use of alcoholic spirit is actually a tonic for the body.”
“I’ll have a cocktail or two now, perhaps a flagon of wine with the meal, then an after dinner drink …”
“…followed by some Irish coffee.”
“After all,” he expounds …
“I might have to operate in the morning.”
Oh, you’re an operator, Mr. Steele.
Feldman and Miss May retreat, leaving Bellows & Groggins alone.
Well! Laura is a grumpy Groggins, isn’t she? Mr. Steele, on the other hand, is in his element. In an environment where everybody seems as phony as a $2 bill, he feels perfectly at home. Still, things aren’t looking good for his plan to play around with Laura on the Devil’s Playground …