Back on the island, the Easter egg hunt is in full swing!
And speaking of swinging, Randi seems eager to swing with Steele. Our detective, however, is all business.
“Ambrose!” Steele shouts.
“It’s just like Blind Man’s Bluff,” Randi gushes. Wait. I thought it was an Easter egg hunt. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” she calls.
“Ambrose! Mr. Blinn!” Mr. Steele calls again. He seems a little uneasy at Randi’s
talons nails affixed to his sleeve.
And now they’re playing charades, it seems.
“Two years ago,” she says. She laughs. “I’m really very naughty.”
I’m stunned. So is Steele.
Since I was all prepped and everything, he asked if you could take over for him. So you probably never even knew my name.”
Something tells me a lot of the gentlemen Randi interacts with never bother to learn her name.
Randi seems to have a special attachment to her doctor. I believe this is called “transference.” Or maybe “promiscuity.”
“So we’ve never actually met before, except in the operating room,” she explains.
“And me behind a surgical mask.” Randi seems eagers to find out what’s behind Steele’s
“When I came to, there was Dr. Bernbaum. And as soon as I got out of the hospital, I went straight to Switzerland …”
“… and I never got a chance to thank you properly.”
No problem. He accepts cash, Visa cards and money orders. No personal checks, please.
Oh. She means that kind of thanks. Pretty sure he’d prefer cash.
I may be wrong, but I don’t think Steele is into her.
And now we’re playing … Twister?
“This is FUN!” Randi declares. Steele seems … doubtful.
Randi attacks again.
And Randi wants to play doctor.
Steele writhes … in passion? I don’t think so. Struggling to escape, he throws out one arm.
Hm. It appears Mr. Steele would rather play footsy with someone else. Wait a minute!
“Uh, Miss Russell-”
He gives his discovery a pointed glance. Randi finally notices.
Is this what Randi looks like when she’s aroused?
Nope. She looks like that when she’s screaming.
Meanwhile, Laura and Feldman are beating the bushes. They hear Randi’s scream …
… and run to see what’s going on.
Laura, looking grim, joins Steele.
“And then there were none,” Steele confides.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” his partner answers.
“No,” Steele corrects her. “The movie.”
“Barry Fitzgerald, Walter Huston, Louis Hayward, June Depree, for God’s sake.”
Laura, who apparently has forgotten Mr. Steele is a film buff, grows impatient.
“Laura,” he concludes, “We’re trapped on this island with a crazed killer.”
Laura ponders his ominous words …