Some time later …
Mr. Steele and his inamorata are getting dressed (after an off-screen quickie? Alas, no.)
Steele says, “Well, it’s obvious that we can’t keep our eye on everyone.”
Okay, then. Let’s just put all this unpleasantness behind us an enjoy the rest of the weekend. But Steele is not convinced.
“There should be at least one more.”
Laura wants to know how he’s so certain.
“Because I know who it should be.”
“Al’ right, I’ll bite.” Oh, NOW she’s in the mood? That’s a little kinky, Laura. Turns out she only wants to know who he’s talking about.
Well, then. Just because she won’t sleep with you is no reason to want her dead, Steele. Don’t be petty.
Steele explains himself. “And Then There Were None.”
“Barry Fitzgerald and Walter Huston faked Fitzgerald’s death. With everyone believing that he was just another victim, he was free to search for the killer.”
If Laura expects Steele to bone up on detective techniques, she might at least familiarize herself with HIS area of expertise. Fair is fair.
But Laura doesn’t seem to see the point. “Believe me, Laura, it will work” Steele calls after her.
“When Dr. Arthur Bellows pronounces you dead, who’ll question it?”
“With everyone downstairs, you’ll be free to go through their rooms and search for evidence.”
Not getting a response, he stoops to peeping. Oh, Mr. Steele.
Disappointed, I am.
Yes. I believe that would be his dignity.
“Uh … cufflink,” he confabulates. (You can usually come up with something better than that, Mr. Steele!) Oh, here it is.” Fortunately, Detective Steele doesn’t want to see evidence. Is she slipping, or feeling magnanimous. The latter, apparently.
“Your plan is brilliant,” she concedes.
“Of course it is. It’s from movie.”
Just look at it!
Father FitzGibbon from “Going My Way” is a killer? Does Bing Crosby know?
“Laura, you’ve done it again,” he gushes.
“Saved the day with your analytical approach …”
“… your inspired inventiveness…”
Apparently Mr. Steele’s admiration for Laura has exhausted him.
She’s not tired, though.
“Perfect. Neither am I.”
Side note: Another sign of how things have changed in the 30-odd years since Steele aired. I’m pretty sure this little comedy bit of Mr. Steele trying to coerce Laura into having sex with him wouldn’t fly in 2015.
Turns out, it doesn’t fly (with Laura, at least) in 1983, either.
A clearly frustrated Mr. Streele starts spouting nonsense. “Are you wearing pantyhose, by any chance?”
She is. Steele has a suggestion.