Attention! Pivotal scene ahead!
We see Laura looking pensive in the big, satiny bed. (I wonder if anybody got anything to eat? Who is doing the cooking now that Miss May is dead?)
Steele has assumed the position on the fainting couch. “Laura?” he says quietly.
Well, that’s a surprise!
Laura wants to know if he’s about to share pleasant things.
Laura decides ignorance may be bliss. “Sometimes, not knowing is better.”
“For instance, I wouldn’t want to know you had a wife and kiddies tucked away somewhere.”
“Or that you killed someone …”
“… or swindled little old ladies out of their life savings.”
Laura, in a confessional mood, continues. “When I invented Remington Steele, I gave him all the qualities that I admire in a man:”
“honesty, integrity, compassion, desire to help others …”
Sorry, Laura. If you found a guy like that, he would certainly be gay. Because that’s how it works. #bitterspinster
“Sounds as if you’re destined to be endlessly disappointed in me,” Steele notes.
“Maybe I created an impossible role for anyone to play.” (One wonders if Laura created such a paragon of virtue knowing no one could live up to her ideal – giving her an excuse to not become attached to any man who might break her heart.)
Time for a bathroom break? Nope. Laura needs to get closer to Steele as she’s baring her soul.
“We have a very. .. tenuous relationship, you and I,” she concedes.
Reaching him, she gets down on her knees to bring herself to an equal level with him. Significant?
She is very serious here. “And if we ever … cross that line … take that step …”
“…turn that corner …”
“All those awful eufemisms for going to bed with someone …”
“Then maybe I’ll want to know – everything.”
I think Steele is falling hard for this honest, vulnerable woman.
“Then again, maybe I won’t.”
Sounds like Laura is a little conflicted. But there’s one thing she is sure of:
“But I would want to know it would mean more than a moment.”
Oh, dear. And things were going so well.
“That it would last longer than a weekend in the Devil’s Playground.” Steele knows what she’s getting at.
“A commitment, of sorts.”
Mr. Steele responds with heart-breaking tenderness. He can’t give her what she wants to hear.
“I’ve spent the better part of my life avoiding those things like the proverbial plague.” (Note, however, that he doesn’t say anything about his future …)
Laura figured as much.
“But the fact that you wanted to be honest with me is a hell of a start.”
A bittersweet moment, an acknowledgement of mutual attraction but potentially insurmountable differences. Still, there is always hope …
Reluctantly, it seems, Laura returns to the bed alone.