Maid in Manhattan

Come on. Get your coat. We gotta go.

-You have everything? -Yeah.

Hurry up, sweetie. We're late.

Ty. Today, papí.

You're killing me, Ty. Right now, you're killing Mommy.

-Okay, let's go. -It's not my fault, Mom.

All right. You want to do your speech for me?

Ty! Hello? That's better.

You don't have to listen to that 24 hours a day.

Wait. It's Simon and Garfunkel.

That's why I tell you to tie your shoes. I know. I'm sorry. Oh, my God.

-You can't just turn them off, Mom. -I understand, baby. Come on.

-Careful of the puddle. -Why'd they break up?

-Who? -Simon and Garfunkel.

You got me. You can Google it at school.

Let's go.

Will I get in trouble if I didn't give my speech?

Because I'm not really feeling it.

What do you mean? You've been working all summer on that speech.

-I can't wait to hear it. -It's boring.

Not to me or to abuela or to your dad.

I thought we were meeting him after.

No way. He's coming, and then you guys are going camping. Remember?

He's gonna be late, and then everyone will see.

Look, he knows what time it starts. Don't worry, he'll be there.

-Hey, look at me. -What?

-You got something on your face there. -Where?

-Right there. -Ma! Mom! Mom, no! Stop!

There it is. I got it!

-Hey, guys. How's it going? -Hey, Ty.

What's up? The speech thing is at 4:00.

I know. Come here. You got something on your face.

-Mom! -What?

-Please. -I'm sorry. Mr. Cool Guy.

I love you.

Have a good day.

-Morning, Marisa. -What's up, Cora? How my diamonds?

-They're hanging with your rubies. -I like the sound of that.

-Just made it, Marisa. -I always do.

-Good morning, Marisa. -What's up, Keef?

How's the weather? Sunshine. That's nice.

Anything good on?

He opened the door for the paper. The wife just pushed him out.

That nasty butt first thing in the morning, I'd kick him out too.

Oh, my God. Wait a minute. He's one of mine, the lactose intolerant.

I like how you name the people.

What do you call me behind my back, I wonder.

Yeah. Can I get a robe to the Charles Suite ASAP? Thank you.

I call you God because you see everything and you still smile.

-I'm cool with that. I surely am. -I'll see you later, Keef.

A Beresford maid is expedient. A Beresford maid is thorough.

A Beresford maid serves with a smile.

And above all, a Beresford maid strives to be invisible.

Maybe we can disappear one day altogether.

You know what I just heard?

Christina? History after the 1st.

Christina kitchen or Christina assistant manager?

Assistant manager. You know what that means?

Somebody else is gonna be busting my ass on the 2nd.

Wrong. It means we're gonna need an assistant manager.

-Yo, Barb, we still on for happy hour? -Ten hours and counting.

Hey, Marisa, you here?

Can I finish getting dressed, please? Thank you.

You're the one who keeps talking about being a manager.

All I'm saying is, it could be you.

They're not gonna make a maid a manager.

Why not? Today's a new day. Anything's possible.

You know what I'm saying?

Friday morning, people! Lots to do. Heads up.

Mr. Bextrum has an announcement to make. Mr. Bextrum.

Christina Howard's promotion created a vacancy that we've decided to fill...

...with in-house personnel.

-Perhaps one of our butlers. -Excuse me, Mr. Bextrum, sir?

-Yes, Miss Kehoe? -Can a maid apply?

Technically, if an employee's been here for three consecutive years...

...he or, indeed, she, is qualified to apply.

So yes. Sure. Absolutely. Why not? Anything is possible.

You hear that? The man said anything's possible.

Yeah, I guess he did.

On to new business.

Mr. Radcliff is checking out of 709. Mr. Greenwald is checking in.

He's back on the wagon, so let's clear out the minibar.

Kanga CFO, Mr. Fukimoro, is checking into 814.

Stock Evian, shampoo the rugs and extra slippers for his guests.

Marisa, heads up on the Madison Suite.

Housekeeping.

Mrs. Sage is arriving with the children...

...preferably after Mr. Sage's girlfriend departs.

You son of a bitch!

Let's make sure it's a smooth transition.

The Guedj sisters are back. We'll track them on surveillance...

...but do keep an eye on all bathrobes, cutlery and light fixtures.

Sotheby's director, Caroline Lane, has switched from the Four Seasons.

She requested a park view...

...and favors purple orchids and lavender scents.

Assemblyman Chris Marshall arrives today.

He's gearing up his campaign...

...so his suite will be doubling as a conference center...

...with the liquor and coffee bars turning over every four hours.

And he's bringing his large dog, so we'll need proper accouterments.

And finally, Mr. Newman is back in the Sherman Suite.

Careful, ladies, he's a full Monty.

-I had no idea anyone was here. -Don't worry about it, Mr. Monty.

No big deal.

-And I do mean no big deal. -No big deal.

Lavender!

-You're very creative, Marisa. -Thank you, ma'am.

Since you have to leave at 3:00, go find Lionel and have him sign off.

-Sir, I need you to sign off on the-- -Damn!

Oh, good Lord. Here, let me.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

Oh, God. Your hand's bleeding.

Here. Squeeze tight.

Damn. He's checked in.

Quote, "Sentimental favorite Chris Marshall...

...blah, blah, blah...

...son of late Senator Graham Marshall, blah, blah...

...is expected to run for his father's seat in the next election."

-End quote. -Let me see that. Let me see it, Jerry.

You don't need to see it. No.

-Give it here. -Fine. But I hadn't finished it yet.

"Sentimental favorite and playboy politico...

...Assemblyman Chris Marshall..." Guess you missed a few words, Jer.

What, "playboy"? That's a compliment.

"Who called off his engagement to über babe Daniella Van Graas...

...arrives in town solo." Respectful, huh?

Well, listen, you know, you're a public figure. It's news. So what?

We were never engaged. Whose side are you on?

Yours. That's why sometimes you have to listen to me.

-Every now and again it might be nice. -Here.

Welcome to the Beresford, Mr. Marshall.

-Hello. -My name is Lionel.

-Lionel? -I'm the floor butler.

If there's anything you need, please call me.

Thank you. This is Jerry, and this is Dan, and the dog is Rufus.

Thank you, Lionel. Nice to meet you. Thanks.

We'll call you if we need you. Chris, will you look at me, please? Chris?

-Can you look at me for a minute? -What? I am looking at you.

We're going to Maddox's thing on Monday night.

No, Jerry, we're not.

See, this is when I wish your old man were here to back me up.

-What? -I said, I wish your old man...

-...were here to back me up. -My father had no use for that man.

Your father knew how to use that man.

-Where are you going? -What?

-That depends. Where are you going? -Bathroom. Alone.

-Yeah. Fine. Go. Great. Yeah. Sure. -Thank you.

Call me if you need anything.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry, sir.

Thank you.

Sir.

Thank you. Thank you very much. I'm so clumsy.

-Happens to all of us. Here. -Thank you.

-Let me help you. -Thank you.

-Where do those go? -Caroline Lane. Park Suite.

She just checked in with a request for immediate unpack and press.

Here. Blood and Dolce:

Thank you. Thank you.

I mean, there are limits.

You're so bad. You really are, Rach.

Yes, just hold on a second.

Thank you. Anything, I mean, it's up and down.

One day, we're looking at rings, and the next day, we're breaking up.

Yeah. No way.

So I...

...had my assistant accidentally forward my calendar for the week to his e-mail.

Of course, I added a few extra lunch dates and dinner parties with my ex.

Fantastic, right?

Eric will be furious.

-That needs pressing. -Okay.

But let's not forget Eric trades commodities for a living.

A little competition right now might increase my market value.

Listen, my darling, I'm going to be late. I'll call you later, okay?

Excuse me. Sorry.

Could you just hold up those two outfits that Dolce sent over earlier?

These two?

Well, I just simply can't tell without the stockings.

Could I ask you an enormous favor?

I mean, I know this isn't your job, and I'd never normally ask, but I'm so...

-It's okay. -You're such a doll.

Would you run down to Madison and get me three pairs of pantyhose?

-The concierge usually does that. -Yes, but it will get lost in translation.

Please. You look like you're someone...

...who knows the difference between taupe and caramel.

-Okay. -Thanks.

Here. Thank you so much.

-Okay. -Oh, and sorry.

Can you send someone else to finish the unpacking, please?

-Right away. -Thanks.

Bye.

Attention! Somebody's coming!

-You think it's gonna rain? -Maybe. It's possible.

-Hi, where's the fire? -Nowhere.

I just got sent on an errand. I'm already late.

-Get these pressed for me? -Sure, in my spare time.

By the way, two poodles raiding your cart.

-What? -Can't be late for Ty!

Mary Anne, if you don't wear that dress, I'm gonna come over.

I'm gonna go in your closet. I'm gonna put it on for you.

Wait. Hold on a sec.