It was a dark and stormy night.
But Steele and Laura are cozy, albeit uneasy, by a roaring fire.
The intimacy of the scene moves Steele to feel like sharing. “Laura …”
“On the remote chance that we don’t survive this til tomorrow …”
“… I’d feel better if you knew a few things about me.”
“Perhaps not very pleasant things.”
Laura seems oddly distracted here. After pushing him to open up for so long, you’d think she’d be more interested. Of course, there is the matter of the house full of bodies and the crazy killer on the loose. But still.
Mr. Steele takes a deep breath. Clearly this is difficult for him.
“It was Dublin,” Steele begins. “The city was rife with unrest. Trouble to the north, trouble to the south -“
“Is that where you were born? Dublin?” Laura interrupts.
Steele doesn’t appreciate her interrupting the flow of his narrative. “Laura, please. These confessionals are trying enough without interruptions.”
She apologizes softly.
Steele decides to continue. “Uh, where was I? Ahh, Dublin.”
Suddenly there is a bang from somewhere above them.
He seems …
eager scared stiff.
“Well, I don’t think we want Dominic to find a way in, especially with him having the only gun in the house,” Laura says.
One more butt shot, for the road.
Steele has been thinking about this detective business, by the way.
“If we’re fortunate to leave this island alive …”
“I’m going to insist that we carry weapons.”
Nice atmospheric lighting in this scene. Once again, Laura leads the way.
They walk side by side in the darkness. Seems like it might have been a good chance to hold hands for mutual comfort. But there’s not quite there yet.
Another bang, coming from one of the rooms.
“I suppose this is- one instance where ladies don’t go first?” Steele ventures.
They enter. Lightning flashes, revealing a horrible scene.
Silent Partner is even more silent than usual.
“Dominic?” Mr. Steele sputters. “Laura? If he’s … then who …?”
“Of COURSE,” Laura exclaims, apparently not at all wigged out by the hanging body. (Remember how she reacted in “License to Steele” when she and Murphy came upon Ben Pearson’s body? You’ve come a long way, baby.)
“Oh, what a weekend!”
“Something I said,” Laura muses.
“Something you said?” (Note the reflection of Dominic hanging in the mirror behind them, BTW.)
“About somebody ELSE having seen the movie.”
The lightbulb goes on for Steele. “You mean, pretending to be a victim?”
“We have to start checking rooms,” Laura decides.
Just then a kind of maniacal, very familiar, giggling erupts below them.
“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary,” Steele concludes.
They head back downstairs AGAIN.