Elsbeth

Welcome back, Your Grace.

I take it you had a good flight?

- I'm knackered. - Mm.

- Has she started? - Uh, she has.

My new associate Deandra will have your bags

brought to your suite while you're in the café.

Ah. Of course. We'll take care of it.

Yes, taking a chance on love, which is what you did

when you made your reservation six months ago.

But it already seems worth it, doesn't it?

Seeing me up close, in the flesh,

an award-winning cabaret artiste.

- One award. - Excuse me, Jolly?

You've won one award.

Most people hear "award-winning,"

they think "several."

Thanks for the clarification. Bitch.

It's true.

I've won only one statue,

and I happen to have it with me. Do you want to see it?

Yes.

No, it's not the Emmy

for my guest spot on Father Crime,

which airs tonight.

This is my 1987

Mabel Short Cabaret Performer of the Year Award.

Thank you. Thank you.

So, you are seeing a legitimate

cabaret performer, maybe

the last one in existence.

You know, the minute they drag me out of here,

some reality star will start squawking Sondheim.

So, let's make the most of this night, shall we?

Isn't she fantastic?

Damn it!

What is it? What is it?

Don't tell me.

I love it when she gets like this.

Oh. And the tempo on "Sunny Side of the Street"

was too bright.

What part of "sunny side" don't you understand?

Don't get fresh.

And don't correct me in the middle of a show.

You asked.

Especially when I ask.

It's no wonder I went up with all the latecomers

and schmoozers in here.

Nobody knows the pressure I'm under.

And I'm on the tube tonight.

We heard. You told everybody.

I'm gonna watch upstairs.

I'll be back down for the second show.

Have them send my dinner up through room service.

They charge for that, you know.

What are you implying?

Oh, right there's fine.

I'm on Father Crime tonight. Do you watch that show?

- Not since they killed off Felicity. - Oh.

Wow.

You guys have raised prices again.

Put it on my tab.

Oh, wait. Here.

Oh. I don't have any cash.

I'll get you next time.

Want some company, guv'nor?

I know why you're here, and it's not going to work.

I can be very persuasive, you know.

I have to protect my Manhattan investments.

The royal family

is under tremendous scrutiny.

We can't get away with anything.

Exactly.

The deal smells,

and if you agree to it,

you'll be in big trouble when everything goes south.

I've made up my mind.

This place is due for a change.

Why does anything have to change?

Just give it a little more time.

- I'll see you out. - No, no,

- no, no, no, no, no, no. - Come on.

Stop, now. Stop!

Good God, woman.

Are you mad?

Something like that.

Yes,

it's true. I've won only one statue,

and I happen to have it with me.

- Do you want to see it? - Yes!

Let's see it!

Whip it out!

You know what? I don't do this for the awards.

I do it for the money.

So I'll just keep singing.

Oh.

Hello. I'm looking for the, um... Oh.

Wow, this place is so elegant.

Uh, sorry, I'm here for the, um...

- Possible crime scene? - Oh. Yes.

- That's all right. I got this. - Captain Wagner.

I was expecting to see a detective.

Uh, since I got passed over for commissioner,

I figured I'd get out of the office a bit.

Oh, it's a beautiful place for an investigation.

- Thanks. - The Reilly is a New York institution.

This place still looks the same as the night

I proposed to Claudia, right there in the café.

No wonder you're in such a good mood.

Hey, you should be, too, given the news.

What news?

"Mayor Bloom, seen last night

having dinner with a mysterious brunette."

That's not a phony story planted by Nadine.

The "mysterious redhead" is officially yesterday's news.

You must be relieved.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Yay.

Housekeeping found him this morning.

It looks like he slipped getting out of the shower.

Apparently, he grabbed the towel bar, but it came off the wall,

leaving him to smash his head on the tile.

Oh, please, sir, don't touch anything.

Oh, right. Sorry. Force of habit.

Uh, what were you about to do?

Oh, we like the seams on our lampshades to face the wall.

Excuse me, sir.

Uh, e-excuse me.

Oh.

Whoa.

Everything is just so,

with the hotel monogram on everything.

Such a lovely old-world touch.

It's like stepping back in time.

Yeah, wow. It's like he lived here.

Oh, he did.

Part of the time he kept this place as a pied-à-terre.

Oh, that's right. I forget that some people

- actually live in hotels. - Mm-hmm.

Huh. These pajamas are folded,

and these are on a hanger.

- Well, maybe he was planning on wearing those. - Ooh.

Is that blood?

Maybe from a scuffle that knocked over the lamp?

Or it could be from shaving.

Oh. This shoehorn is kind of bent out of shape.

Nobody has that much trouble putting on their loafers.

- Yeah, not usually. - Hmm.

It's just in here.

What was that about?

Oh, Roger came to draw the Duke's bath.

They had an arrangement for him to do so whenever he was here.

He took morning baths?

Then why was he taking a nighttime shower?

We'll need to get as much information as we can

from your staff.

You said that the towel bar

just came off the wall?

Has anything like that ever happened

- at the Hotel Reilly before? - Well, not recently.

We've had some incidents of wear and tear,

but that's why we've begun renovations,

including this very suite.

This bathroom was remodeled six months ago.

So it's very possible that somebody

broke it off on purpose

and made it look like an accident.

But how?

I've never seen anything like this,

and I've worked at the Reilly for 29 years.

Oh, you must have so many stories.

Oh, we all do.

Uh, but we're discreet,

which is exactly what I told Julia Roberts and Ted Kennedy.

- We appreciate it. - Well, let me know whatever you need,

and, um, uh, if you can't reach me,

you can speak to my associate Deandra.

Hello.

De... Uh, what did you say your name was again?

Um, because you remind me of a woman I once met

named Denise Jackson.

Well, I'm Deandra Jordan.

Any questions you have, come to me.

In the meantime,

if you'd like some complimentary coffee, tea,

or juice, please help yourself.

Thank you.

Who's that?

It's Ruby Lane.

She performs in the café, lives upstairs.

Wait, the Ruby Lane? She's still around?

You're out of stevia.

That should not happen at a decent hotel.

I apologize. It's been a difficult morning.

Yes, uh, one of the residents, Duke Sebastian,

slipped in the shower and died.

My God. How tragic.

No surprise.

I'll go let the kitchen know about the stevia shortage.

This whole place is falling apart.

Something like this was bound to happen again.