Scene 25

In Lyle Andrews office at Unidac, a terrified and tearful Alessandra sat at a conference table, and not voluntarily. The woman from personnel who'd notified the police earlier and the man from Building Facilitation joined Andrew in surrounding Alessandra while barraging her with questions.

"What do you know about Omega?" Andrews demanded, the threat implicit in his tone.

"I don't know anything about Omega!" Alessandra cried out, insistently, for the umpteenth time.

"She's lying!" the woman accused.

"Look," Alessandra appealed, desperately, "I don't know anything about anything at Unidac. I'm just a flunky, understand? A cog. A cipher. Have you read Kafka?"

Outside the facility, Laura slammed on the brakes of the Auburn pulling it to a stop and making Remington cringe as he shoved a hand against a dash to brace himself. Jumping from the car, they raced for the entrance to the building, steps ahead of a pair of security guards in hot pursuit of them.

Back in Andrew's office…

"Where's Burnett's body?" Andrews demanded to know.

"I don't know!" Alessandra repeated.

"Where's Remington Steele?" the man from building facilitation barked.

"Fellas, I don't know!" she insisted again, becoming increasingly frantic.

"I believe her," Andrews interjected, although clearly he does not. Deciding to up the ante, he removed a gun from his holster and screwed a silencer on it as Alessandra looked on, horrified. "In which case, there's no need for further discussion..."

In the corridor, Remington and Laura commandeered a golf cart. She barely had time to squeeze next to him on the seat, before the golf cart took off.

"This is part of our plan?" she shouted, hanging on tightly as the cart accelerated.

"Why walk when you can ride?" he retorted.

"Let me have the map." Grabbing it from him, she quickly unfolded it, scanning it at the same time. "I think it's straight ahead. Wait a minute!" She spread it further out, effectively blocking his line of sight.

"Laura, get the map down!" he yelled.

The warning was too late, and a split second later they crashed through the wood and smoky glass doors of the security office. As the golf cart plowed into the office, it connected with Andrew's arm, sending the gun flying across the room and out of his reach. Remington quickly secured the gun, holding it on the woman and man as Andrews fled the room. In the commotion, the pair of guards in pursuit of Laura and Remington stormed into the room behind them.

"We're from the Blue Division," Remington ordered the guards. "Project Zeta Beta Lambda, red flag, green clearance, yellow zone. Arrest these two people over here will you?" As the guards did as instructed, he commented to Laura, "There's something reassuring about bureaucracy." He glanced worriedly at his watch, each tick of the second hand taking him closer to deportation. But, Laura's head, as always, was on business.

"Let's get Andrews!" she directed, pushing him out the door in front of her. "Come on!"

"Yeah," he agreed less than enthusiastically, but gave chase to the man along with her.

Outside the Unidac compound, Andrews emerged, running towards a new construction site. Moments later, Remington and Laura appear in hot pursuit, Laura holding up the skirts to her gown, as they steadily nipping away at the distance between them and their suspect. Finally, with a running dive off a mound of dirt, Laura tackled the man, landing them both in a mud hole. Her petite stature no match for the larger man, Andrews quickly shucked her off his back, holding her face submerged beneath muddy water as she struggled. With a muttered…

"Ah, damn…"

…In reference to their wedding attire that would most assuredly be ruined, Remington jumped into the fray, hauling up Andrew's by the collar of his jacket, then landing a blow to the man's jaw. As Andrews and Steele exchanged blows, Laura struggled to her feet, the soaked gown weighing her down. Spying a nearby discarded two-by-six board, she slogged her way towards it. Grabbing it, she spun around and whacked Andrews over the back of the head, rendering the man unconscious face down in the mud. Huffing and puffing from the exertion, Remington studied the prone figure.

"I don't suppose we can leave him here, eh?" Laura actually considered the thought for a second, then with a sigh, leaned over to reach for one of the man's arms. "Didn't think so," he lamented, reaching for Andrew's other arm and helping her haul the man to dry land where they dropped him unceremoniously on the ground…