- A Good Night's Steele- Scrap
Date: Thursday, June 28, 2001
- sue hantak <firstname.lastname@example.org>
(I know, I know that my occasional raids at the PAX editing room
have been few and far between lately. What you don't realize
is that I was caught . The building was uncommonly crowded at
that hour. There was some sort of late-night emergency meeting
of the discussion group moderators. They were all in a tizzy
about something and not in the most forgiving of moods. I tried
to explain my pure and altruistic motives but they weren't so
inclined to absolve me of my sin, especially since I was one
of the(and I am quoting here) "depraved Remington Steele
dissidents". I was sentenced to a 6 month probationary period.
So now that I have served my time, I am back.
A Good Night's Steele (Scrap Scene)
My initial observation about this episode was that this is
the first one without even an appearance by Murphy or Bernice
which prompted this little-known discussion between L&R after
the doctor and Ivan left.
Laura folded her coat over her arm and clutched her purse in
"Going so soon, Doctor Holt?"
"You need some rest," she patted his arm.
"Weren't you going to administer some physical therapy?"
"Maybe some other time," her hand slipped down his
arm to grasp his hand as she chastely kissed him goodbye.
She released him, but he gently placed his hand at her waist
and cautiously brought up something he had on his mind since
that Sunday afternoon when his duck was shot down. "This
was rather nice."
"Dinner? ...Yes, it was rather nice."
"No I mean the case..... just the two of us. No Murphy.
No Miss Wolf."
Laura thought for a moment then graciously admitted that he was
considerably valuable at the sleep clinic, "If I agree,
will you promise not gloat and tell them?"
"That would be asking for an extraordinary display of restraint
on my part, Laura."
"So, does your Remington Steele have that sort of self-control?"
"For the right incentive, you will find that Remington Steele
is a man of incredible ..." he pressed closer and whispered
soothingly, " ... willpower."
Laura had a momentary thought of tossing her coat , purse and
willpower aside too, but wiggled away. "I should go."
She unfolded her coat and swung it around her shoulders to make
herself go before her willpower waned any further.
"We should do this more often." He obligingly assisted
with her coat.
"Well that....and the cases. No Murphy, no Miss Wolf."
"How on earth could I possibly run the agency alone?"
she asked, too distracted by searching for her keys in the bottom
of her purse to realize what he was implying.
"Technically, Laura when there are two," he pointed
to her, then himself, "it doesn't qualify as alone."
"You mean you and I run the agency together?" She snickered
and scoffed at the notion, "Sometimes, Mr. Steele, you have
an absurd sense of humor."
He laughed along, effectively covering the fact that he wasn't
(Insert promo for Supermarket Sweep)