Endgame

Pippa, Pippa,

people scream at each other all the time.

In my family, that is...

That is what we would call conversation.

Wait, one second...

Sam, Pippa has been acting without any deference

to protocol or propriety...

Pippa, disregard what I am saying.

One second.

So, Sam, she has boycotted me for over a week.

I will give you five games

if you can call her

and convince her to give me a truce,

and come visit me,

and end this idiocy!

I mean, Sam, I've-I've left

50 voice messages for this person...

Which is much more than you deserve!

And I'm telling you, Sam, I'm very worried about...

I mean, I'm not worried about you, Pippa!

I'm not worried, okay!

Anyway, just call and confirm, Sam.

And Sam...

Or, is this... Pippa...

Ah!

Sooka.

Ah, Danni!

Oh, so ravishing.

What time do you get off?

Uh-huh. Why?

I need your help.

I can't. Inventory.

What, at night?

No...

All night.

Too many of the staff have sticky fingers.

Head office is freaking out.

But...

Ah, Alcina!

Alcina!

Alcina.

I can't help you, Mr. Balagan.

That crazy Barbara thinks the maids are stealing...

Always us!

And now we have an emergency meeting...

What are you doing?

Welcome to the Huxley hotel, sir.

: We ordered a hundred banquet tables,

we received a hundred banquet tables,

but food and beverage only has 60!

Barb...

400 steaks... missing!

30 cases of wine!

Food and beverage are all thieves.

- So do something! - I'm investigating

I'm getting close. Relax!

No, no, Barbara, it's right!

Hugo and the thieves are very close.

Balagan, this is a private conversation.

$100,000 in one quarter!

How do we even begin to explain

that kind of loss?

Professionals!

The Huxleys are going to clean house,

and if I go down, you go down.

Come on.

Your investigation file. My office.

- Five minutes! - Hugs?

This is ridiculous, Barb!

Good evening.

See, Hugo, you should have been a priest.

Then you'd only have to kiss your boss's ring .

What the hell do you want, Balagan?

I have an assignment that only you can accomplish.

Yeah, well, I am not your errand boy,

and you heard her.

You do everything that your boss asks to?

Of course not. I just pretend to.

Hey, Hugo, Hugo!

The special was on special.

Only 2.99.

Know what? I lost my appetite.

Don't cry, Hugo.

Hey, Mr. B. What's up with him?

Inter-species communication is fraught with challenges.

Gurjit,

if I give you an address,

and I write it in big, bold, simple letters,

do you think you could manage to find it

and send an urgent message for me?

50 bucks.

It is for my friend, Pippa.

$30?

Pippa? Yeah, sure. 40 bucks is fine.

Good.

Uh, I get off at 7:00.

Payment upon completion, yes?

Uh-uh, half up front.

You want some chicken?

Smells foul.

No, half now, or you can deliver it yourself!

Pippa, did Gurjit not deliver my note?

I will strangle him.

Sam, your doctoral thesis is trivial

compared to my urgent needs.

You are becoming self-absorbed.

Where did you learn this?

Pick up, Gurjit.

We'll have to get somebody else,

but it just feels so callous...

Who died?

Gurjit.

What?

He died last night.

Seriously?

Yeah.

He was like a son to me.

I taught him about work, life, love.

What happened?

The police say it was an accident.

He had been drinking down at the seawall,

right near here,

and they say he hit his head,

he fell,

he drowned.

My last words to him were,

"I lost my appetite"?

I mean, if I'd have known,

who knows what I would have said?

Did this happen

right after work,

or was it later?

Was anybody with him?

No, nobody saw anything.

Left work by 7:00, dead by 9:00.

The humanity.

And here I was worried about missing inventory,

and one of our family dies.

Barbara?

Something else?

When Gurjit was hired,

there was a bit of an insurance issue...

He had hepatitis C,

so in order to get him onto our policy,

he had to sign a rider saying he didn't drink alcohol.

Mm-hmm.

The police found him with an empty bottle.

People have been known to lie, Barbara.

Excuse me.

Danni...

Hey, can you believe this?

I mean, what was he thinking?

A whole bottle of rum.

The guy would sit and nurse a light beer for hours,

and all of a sudden, he's just downing a 2-6?

Was Gurjit depressed?

Didn't you notice how happy he was?

The dimwitted always look happy.

What?

He was getting married.

He was? To whom?

Lucinda, from the spa.

The massage therapist?

Yeah.

Gurjit and Lucinda?

You know Lucinda.

Hot, sweet, flaky...

Hmm.

Sounds like a pie.

One massage, she insisted I point my head north.

Hmm, it felt good.

You think Gurjit's death

and the hotel thefts are related?

You don't think it was an accident?

I'm not thinking anything yet.

Pippa.

Gurjit was on his way to your house

and now he is dead.

Bye-bye.

Perhaps that will get your attention.

I don't know what to say, but, um,

she doesn't want to go home.

No, she can stay here as long as she wants.

Okay.

Tom, I'd like to talk to you later

about a memorial for Gurjit.

Yeah, yeah, I'd love to help out.

No rush.

Anything I can do, Lucinda?

Oh, Lucinda, it's going to be okay.

Shh, shh...

My heartfelt sympathies.

Gurjit was...

A very unique person.

Who are you?

Uh, Tom Mody.

I'm... huh...