Maid In Manhattan: The truth is revealed (HD CLIP)

And I suppose you think it's polite to steal people's clothes. I didn't steal. Miss Ventura, Mr. Baxter has spent the last 30 minutes trying to persuade Miss Lane not to press formal charges. I suggest you say as little as possible. We have it all on video. Was everything returned? Yes. Oh, Chris. I'm terribly sorry to interrupt your busy morning, but we thought you should know what was going on as soon as possible. What is going on? The woman you thought was a guest on this floor is the maid on this floor. Aren't you, Marissa? No, wait. Her name is Caroline. No, Chris, darling, that's my name. She steals clothes, identities... What the hell's happening here? Why are you dressed that way? Caroline? Is this true? Yeah, it is. Jesus Christ. The press is gonna have a field day with this one. There's no reason to involve the press. Yes, and how are you going to prevent her from speaking? This would never happen at the Four Seasons. And I can assure you it has never happened here before either. Lionel, you are slipping. You should have noticed something. I am disappointed. Please, Mr. Bishop, you had nothing to do with it. Of course, sir. I understand. We'll talk about this later. Ms. Ventura, you no longer work here. Please go to security, hand in your passes and your ID, and you'll be escorted from the building. Is that really necessary? Chris, let the man do his job, okay? Oh, Chris. I can't but feel that this is partly my fault. It isn't. Spare yourself. Well, 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. The second would be complete torture. Drinks, then? I need your name tag, pass key and your ID card. Sorry, Marisa, but I have to. I understand. Oh, God, don't tell me that they fired you over this, too. No. Actually, I made a decision a moment ago. You quit? Sometimes we're forced in directions that we ought to have found for ourselves. Thanks, Keith. 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.