Maid In Manhattan Page #8

happened here before either.

Lionel, you are slipping. You should've

noticed something. I am disappointed.

Please, Mr. Bextrum,

he had nothing to do with this.

Of course, sir. I understand.

We'll talk about this later.

Miss Ventura, you no longer work here.

Go to security,

hand in your passes...

...and you'll be escorted

from the building.

-Yes, sir.

-Is that really necessary?

Chris, let the man do his job, okay?

Oh, Chris.

Oh, Chris. I can't help but feel

that this is partly my fault.

It isn't. Spare yourself.

At least let me buy you lunch.

After all, we've only got each other

to get through this humiliation.

Caroline, the first lunch was a mistake.

A second would be complete torture.

Drinks, then?

I need your nametag, passkey

and your ID card.

-Sorry, Marisa, but l have to.

-I understand.

God, don't tell me

they fired you over this too.

No.

Actually, l made a decision

a moment ago.

It was long overdue.

You quit?

Sometimes...

...we're forced in directions that we

ought to have found for ourselves.

Thank you.

Thanks, Keef. Bye.

To serve people...

...takes dignity and intelligence.

But remember,

they're only people with money.

And although we serve them,

we are not their servants.

What we do, Miss Ventura,

does not define who we are.

What defines us is how

well we rise after falling.

I think you'll make a wonderful

manager someday.

And it's been my great honor

to have worked with you.

Marisa?

Marisa! Caroline! Marisa!

l don't know which name to use.

Marisa.

I don't get it. What just happened?

What don't you get? l'm the maid.

What was all this, some kind of bet?

A little game of what, get-the-guests?

I was trying on her clothes,

and you were there...

...and you invited

me out, and everything--

And you thought you had to lie

to keep me interested?

Who's kidding who here?

Think you would've looked at me

if you knew l was the maid?

-Well....

-Come on.

With respect for

your big-hearted politics...

-...l don't think so, Mr. Assemblyman.

-You didn't give me a chance.

You stand on your soapbox, judging

everyone, so sure they're judging you.

And you think they're not?

Come on. Half the time, l'm

a stereotype they make fun of.

The other half of the time, l'm

invisible. Maybe that's the point.

The first time you saw me, l was cleaning

your bathroom, only you didn't see me.

Was l supposed to introduce

myself while taking a leak?

-You can't nail me for that.

-What are you doing?

Not now, Jerry. Just--

-Go.

-You might as well sell tickets.

-I don't care.

-You care.

-No. No. No. No.

-Marisa.

I just want the truth.

All right, you want the truth?

There was a part of me

that wanted to see what it felt like...

...to have someone like you look

at me the way you did, just once.

And l'm sorry.

Truly.

If l could rewind the past week,

l would.

Was any of it real?

Yeah, it was real.

It was so real it made me wonder

how l was ever gonna give you up.

But l had to give you up.

That was the plan.

And then....

Last night...

...l couldn't.

Rosalie from personnel called.

We expected you hours ago.

Hi, baby.

She told me what happened.

Hey, Ma. You okay?

Scoot over, let me see your homework.

I don't know what to say.

What are we gonna do for dinner?

You hungry, sweetie?

Will you look at me?

No. I'm gonna take a bath.

Don't, Mom.

What were you thinking,

going out with someone like that?

Someone like what?

Chris Marshall.

You had to pretend to be somebody

so he'd go out with you?

Where is your pride, Marisa?

People like you make people

like him a God.

Why, because he's rich? White?

He has things we don't have...

...that we don't want to dream about?

It must really burn you that l think

l have the right to go out with him.

You don't.

Ty, go to your room

and finish your homework, please.

-What happened to you?

-Don't speak to me like that.

I am not the one

who lost her job today.

No, l did. I messed up.

Okay? lt's all my fault. You know what?

lt's all right. I'll be fine.

You will because

we'll call Seora Rodriguez.

-She owes me a favor. She has--

-I'm not calling Mrs. Rodriguez.

I love you, okay? l do.

But l don't want to clean houses.

There's nowhere to go from there.

Hasn't this taught you anything? Wake

up, little girl, you have responsibilities.

And they come every month

like clockwork.

You want to end up

back in the projects?

Keep dreaming dreams

that will never happen.

You want to put food on the table?

Call Seora Rodriguez.

You're right, Ma.

I'm a good cleaning lady.

I'll start over.

But not with Mrs. Rodriguez.

I'm gonna find a job

as a maid in some hotel.

After some time passes, l'm gonna

apply for the management program.

And when l get the chance

to be a manager....

And l will, Ma. I know l will.

I'm going to take

that chance without any fear.

Without your voice

in my head telling me that l can't.

Did you see this?

-How did it start?

-Did he know you were a maid?

-Are you a Beresford perk?

-How long were you involved?

How did they find you out?

Any advice to other maids

looking to trade up?

-Did Democrats put you up to this?

-Does he tip well?

Is it true you're booked

on Larry Kina Live?

I'm at the Beresford Hotel,

where yesterday...

...Senate hopeful Chris Marshall was

captured on video in a lovers' spat...

... with a woman now identified

as a hotel maid.

Who's kiddina who here?

Think you would've looked

at me if you knew l was the maid?

-With respect--

-Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

We won't--

We will not be answering--

We will not be taking

any questions right now.

Mr. Marshall will make a statement.

Morning.

I'd like to make a short statement.

And it will be all

that l have to say about this....

This invasion of my privacy.

I happened to meet

Miss Ventura and her son...

...during my stay

at a hotel in New York.

And we became friends.

There are people from all walks

of life who l count as friends.

And my only rearet in this instance

is that one of them, Miss Ventura...

... was subjected to the scrutiny

and innuendo of the media...

...as a result of that friendship with me.

I need these numbers

to be plus 1 0 percent.

Welcome to the employee cafeteria.

It's open 24 hours a day....

Please.

Is today the 1 9th?

Six more shopping days.

He's here. He's back!

-Who? What are you reading?

-Yesterday's paper. Chris is in town.

So? Go put your clothes on.

It's late.

So? He's giving a press conference.

Guess where?

I don't care. Okay? Come on.

Put your turtleneck on too. It's cold.

At your hotel.

-Ma!

-What?

At your hotel!

I heard you, bubba!

Don't you think it's weird?

You'll be there, he'll be there.

So will a thousand other people.

We talked about this.

You have your

turtleneck on backwards.

I thought we talked about this.

I know, but it's like fate.

No, it's like New York City

and an available conference room.

You knew, didn't you?

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