Hi. There is a wine glass on the floor by the elevator. Do you know long
it's been there? Over an hour. You know how I know that? Cause I put it there.
To test you. Get rid of it. Hey!
Why don't we get this fireplace up, OK? Fire is sexy.
And let's get the AC up because fire is hot.
Nicole, what you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off today?
Yes, I am but girls keep wiping out in these giant heels
that you are making us wear so I have to cover.
But don't expect much. I'm either really hungover or still a little drunk.
Let's keep it together today, RJ is coming in.
Don't worry, I'll be fine. I had a pack of nicorette for breakfast.
The Times has picked The Inn as one of New York 10 best places to stay.
They're coming in to interview RJ cause he's the owner. Even though I'm the one
who did everything around here, not that he would ever acknowledge that.
Oh, Neal's got daddy issues.
It just kills me when older men withhold their approval
of younger men who want to be like them.
He made me general manager of the hottest hotel in New York.
In fact, I'm kind of a big deal right now.
If you were hoping to ride me to the top,
now it might be a good time to hop on.
Sexual harassment.
Lucky for you I need it today, otherwise I might call Rhonda on you.
Please, don't even joke, just the sound of that woman's name
makes everything on me proper.
Not again!
Rhonda, seriously you look gorgeous today.
Oh, Molly wants something. What is it?
Remember how you said you'd talk to Neal about getting me out of reservations
which I hate and up to the front desk which I'd love.
No, what I remember saying is, "Please stop asking me about this."
Rhonda, thanks god, help! Ming is...
She's flipping out. I...
I sent her to clean 410 for an early checking but apparently...
Neal was already there giving the model from Sweden
an early checking up his own...
- No, he wasn't. - Yeah, yeah, he was.
And the worst part is I can't get Ming to stop rocking
to tell me what he looked like naked.
You know, you pick it up.
Excuse me, miss Peet?
Miss Peet?
Jason, that makes me sound like a teacher.
I'm not old enough to be your teacher.
I'm sorry I can't tell how old black people are.
Anyway I know you told me to hang in there with this bellmen thing
but it's been 3 days and I hate it.
And I tried to talk to Neal about this but he just said,
"Do you realize where you get to work, op?"
Don't you pay Neal any attention.
Now, is mister Jeffreys upstairs waiting for his luggage?
No, I put him in a cab to the airport.
What is this? Nicole, what happened?
Miss catalogue model here doesn't know how to walk in high heels.
I mean, come on,
suck in your stomach, squeeze your ass and focus.
I've been doing it since I was 3.
This is the third child who falls in these things.
What is Neal thinking?
What am I doing? I had lunch.
I'm like an animal.
Larry, baby, give me some ice for this foot.
This is great news, if her ankle is broken
then they do need someone upstairs.
Molly...
have some sensitivity, this child is hurting.
And she stinks like an ashtray.
That's why your bones are so brittle.
And you, no, you're not going upstairs.
- Why? - Because I need you in reservations.
- Anyone can answer a phone. - But not like you.
- I'll train some new girl. - But I like having you down here.
- I'll come visit on my breaks. - Stop it!
What do you have to get up there so bad?
Do you realize who stays here?
Rockstars, producers, europeans.
They could discover me and make me an international singing sensation.
That is quite a plan.
You got fair, girl, it's...
Exciting!
Crazy as hell but...
Exciting!
I'm telling you, if these girls keep falling off their shoes,
you're gonna get yourself sued.
Okay, let me explain why
I'm not taking those girls out of those shoes.
Because hot chicks and high heels turn me on, how about that?
Plus there's something about their discomfort
that makes me feel like a man.
How about you let me do my job and you take care
of human ressources whatever that is.
I take care of people.
You do know what people are, right?
They are those broken down things holding up your uniforms.
Okay, I don't know where all this is coming from...
But let's be clear. The Times is not writing an article about this hotel
because you breastfeed the hobbits downstairs.
They're writing it because of me.
I personally chose every piece of furniture in this lobby,
every piece of art on these walls.
And every piece of smoking hot ass behind the...
What is that? How did it get out?
You know, it's totally unfair that you're so super busy
just because all those other girls broke their ankles and stuff.
- Do you want me to help? - I'm not doing anything.
Do you want me to get that?
I don't answer the phones, it just goes somewhere else, I don't answer.
She's not getting upstairs. And we both know why.
Alright, in retrospective,
it's probably the wrong week to go off my anti-anxieties.
RJ is on his way here with The Times, you're all over me with the "Hey, hey,
"you a real fine woman, won't you back that thing up", so...
Let's be done. Okay? You want to get her outta here?
Your downstairs girl is blocking both of my upstairs girls. Thank you.
I can't believe you put me away from the front desk
just as a two-time Grammy winner was checking in and I was helping Nicole.
It would've been a perfect time for you to ask Neal If I could work upstairs.
Baby girl, mother loves you enough to tell you the truth.
Neal is not going to let you work upstairs, okay?
That you are as plump and lovely as a girl can be. You are.
Alright, but this is not the plump and lovely Bed and Big Breakfast.
It's the skinny bitch and high heels hotel, you feel me?
Now...
let's get downstairs and do the jobs we're being paid to do today.
I'ma catch up with you.
I need the two-time Grammy winner
to give Hello to Rhonda.
Inn Reservations, I hate my life, can you hold?
Hi, Julie, is my father there?
Will you have him call me as soon as it gets out of court?
I'm just having a really bad day at work and I wanted to talk to him about it.
Victor, get whatever color curtains you want,
you know, I don't care about that stuff.
No, not purple, come on!
No, that's too gay.
Well, I know we're gay, but now that's just gay on gay.
Victor, I got to go.
God, why can't I be the wife?
Do we still have those normal looking shoes the girls used to wear?
Yeah, let me look.
- Ms Peet... Rhonda... - Jason...
Did you come all the way down here to tell me that you hate being a bellman?
I just don't think I fit in good upstairs.
It's all these beautiful people
and they are all so smart and classy.
Baby, those people aren't smart or classy.
And you're just as beautiful as they are.
No!
Yes, you are.
Can't you just give me something to do down here?
Baby you don't have any skills.
I can waddle.*
Sit down!
Let me tell you a story.
About a week ago, I'm walking down Colombius Avenue
and up the street in front of me, there's this homeless man.
So see, all these people are making these really wide circles
so they don't have to walk up next to him.
Well, when I get up there, I see that the man...
pants are open and his thing is out.
Jason, it was a monster.
You know what I thought in that moment?
I'm thinking "Buddy, if you got a thing like that and you end up homeless,
"you got nobody to blame but yourself."
I don't get it.
Really, I'd like to. What was the cross street?
People need to know what they got and then they need to use it.
You fit in fine upstairs, baby. Trust.
I can't believe you're making us put these shoes on.
They look like they cover the prescription.
I'm not letting one more child get hurt on my watch.
Well, Neal is gonna freak. He wants us mean and hobbled.
Neal is not even gonna notice. You're all behind the desk the entire time.
Rhonda did it. She made us wear the old shoes
and we hate them. I feel like a lesbian postal worker.
I wish you looked half that hot.
RJ is gonna be here in any seconds so you all better back up in your toes.
- Don't you dare, get down. - Get up.
- Down! - I said get up!
- Up! - Don't listen to him, down!
- Stop it, down! - Up!
It's quite a number you choregraph there.
RJ, welcome!
Neal, how come every time I come here you're borderline hysterical?
I'm not hysterical. Are those the people from The Times?
- Should I go introduce myself? - Definitely not.
You two, come with me.
So Rhonda, how did the birthday party go?
Mario treated you okay?
Like a queen. Thanks for making the call.
Call? What call? He made a call for you?
Now how do you think it made me feel to get off an airplane
and have my office inform me that my hotel is being sued?
Oh, I told you you were gonna get sued!
Who is suing us?
Molly Plesky's father.
Apparently someone here at the hotel told Molly
she was too plump to work at the front desk.
And apparently, that is now discrimination.
"I told you you were gonna get sued!"
That's ugly. I don't like it.
Let me remind you that I did a little time upstate for a crime
that I may or may not have commited.
And the last thing I need is for that reporter to change his story
from "Top 10 Best Places to Stay"
to "Ex-con Hates Chubbies."
You should know RJ. I did not say it, Rhonda did.
Wait a minute. It's your evil policy. You won't let go and put a girl upstair.
She's not getting upstairs! She's not getting upstairs!
- Hold hands. - What?
- I'm sorry? - Hold hands.
It's what I did when my kids must behave.
Do it.
Now, Rhonda, say something nice to Neal.
Nice suit, Neal.
You have amazing cans, Rhonda.
It's true, they're pretty spectacular.
Thank you. Thank you both.
Now, as far as I'm concerned,
you two are one. I want you to make that law suit go away.
Or I'll make you go away.
Both of you.
Victor, I can't talk right now, I'm at work.
Well, remember that thing I used to do before I got health benefit
and you became a playwright?
I'm sorry.
Are you there? I'm sorry.
I cannot believe this child.
Getting her daddy to sue this hotel and putting my job in jeopardy?
I'm gonna rip right into her!
No, you are not. I'm going to handle this, got it?
- Molly, can we talk for a sec? - In my office, now.
Molly, why do you think we just dragged you in here, right now?
My god, are moving me to the front desk?
- You are not, sweetie. - Yes, yeah we are.
You are? I'm so exciting!
Sorry, I just need to get your signature on these.
First of all, I want to apologize.
I was heartbroken to hear you felt you were being discriminated against.
Obviously you got your feelings hurt and I feel very bad about that.
- What's happening here? - And this one.
The truth is it was RJ's idea
for all the girls upstairs to be this weirdo model types. I told him,
That's not the world we live in anymore but he didn't want to listen.
- This one. - You really need me
to do this right now or you're just in here to eavesdrop.
Eavesdrop.
Okay, then sit down and stop distracting me with all this.
- Get out! - Yep!
Personally, I think it's great that your dad is suing the hotel.
It's gonna light a flame under RJ's butt
and get rid of this all stupid policy altogether.
But if you put me upstairs,
he won't sue. I'll tell him not to.
Hang on!
That hadn't occurred to me. Had that occur to you Rhonda?
- Let me... - Why don't you call your daddy
and tell him everything is gonna be alright now.
Thanks, Neal.
What are you doing? You're not putting her up there.
No, I'm not.
We'll just put her off a while and find some reason to fire her.
I'm not going along with that.
Those kids out there might just be decoration to you
but they mean something to me.
And I'm not going to start lying to this girl just to make it better for you.
Hey, it's better for you too.
If Molly's daddy shuts down this hotel,
you're gonna loose all these kids you care so much about.
And what are you gonna do with yourself then?
Is she behind me? Is she behind me?
- No! - Got her.
You know, it is so offensive that there's a policy
that heavy people can't work upstairs.
That's like saying I can't work upstairs because I'm a redhead.
That's why I can't work upstairs, isn't it?
Jackass, I've just sent guests up to 510 which you marked as clean.
Meanwhile, they're walk in to find a filthy room
and your chinese woman crying in the tub.
Ming... She's in the bathtub?
She's feeling much dishonoured.
Listen, if she can't clean the rooms,
I'm sure there are 11 other people in her apartment who can.
Hey, stick!
Now, *.
You know what this is?
This is food.
We eat it and we're nice. You don't eat and you're mean.
Mean and thin.
You always leave out the most important part.
Don't make a black woman take off her earrings.
It kind of burnt.
I don't know who I am more mad at right now.
Molly for creating all this drama,
Neal for lying to Molly or me for letting him get away with it.
When I was a kid, we were greatful for food,
clothes, a hammy down white baby doll.
These new kids think they are entitled to everything.
You understand what I'm saying? I just...
Oh, hell. Where did you come from?
Neal is not really gonna put me upstairs?
No, baby, he's not.
Then why did he lie to me?
Because he's a liar.
And because RJ is upstairs with that reporter from The Times,
he didn't want your little story getting out.
This si wrong Rhonda, you knwo it is.
What's wrong is having your daddy trying to fix your problems.
If I had a fight that I thought was worth fighting,
baby, I'd fight it for myself.
Okay, I'd get right on up,
into whatever face was looking down on me,
and I'd say, "Hey, it's Rhonda, deal with me."
"Or I will bring this whole house down around."
Well... Hold on.
- Where are you going? - To fight my own fight.
No, no! Wait a minute!
That's not what I meant.
Oh, damn! What did I just do?
I think you just sent up upstrairs
to bring the whole house down around ya.
So why don't we give one of RJ with the lobby down below?
A king and his castle kind of thing.
I like the sound of that.
- Where should I stand? - Where you are is fine.
Baby girl, wait.
What exactly are you planning to do here?
I'm going up to RJ and that reporter and I'm gonna say, "Hey,
"I'm Molly, you can't hide me downstairs because I'm plus size."
Hold on, a lot of people's lives could be affected by this.
Sorry, but it's always been like this and I'm sick of it.
Besides, if it's a fight worth fighting, I got to fight it, isn't what you said?
Yeah, I guess I did say that, didn't I?
Look, I get it.
You don't care about me.
But are you really gonna let
Rhonda loose her job over this?
Wait! Are you gonna loose your job if I do this?
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, come on.
Rhonda, this is your whole life, you don't have anything else.
Excuse me, you got one friend on these stairs. Let's go.
Come on.
I can't.
Oh, god!
Are you okay?
No.
That wine glass is still by the elevator.
I had no idea how hungry I was.
I mean...
I feel calmer, my head doesn't hurt, it's like...
Oh my god, the screaming stopped.
You have beautiful eyes, I've always said that.
When you say stuff like this, it makes me wish that we're still hang out.
Why don't we?
- Victor bugs me. - Oh my god, he bugs me too.
- Then why are you with him? - I don't know.
That was delicious, baby girl.
Saving my job, knocking Neal down those steps.
You knocked Neal down the steps?
No, I threw myself down the steps in a heroic gesture to save this hotel.
Are you okay? Here, sit down, I'll get you some ice.
I know, right? 11 grams of protein and she's calibraty.*
Why are you looking so sad? You did a good thing up there.
You're my girl.
Whatever, I'm still your fat girl who can't work upstairs.
Why do you wanna work upstairs? The guests are mean,
they're all perfumy,
you can't believe how many of them answer the door naked.
Women and men.
And they are old, like thirty and above, it's gross.
But I'm a singer and I need to be up there
so the people who stay here, the people who matter can see me.
Why? If you're a singer, they just need to hear you.
There you go.
What am I supposed to do?
Answer the phone all,
"Reservations, this is Molly."
Do that.
Why are you bossing my balls to get upstairs when you can sing like that?
That's is the truth right there, diva.
But I can't really answer the phone like that.
No, you're right. Cause once was great but I can't hear that all day.
Here's what you could do though.
Just occurred to me that we got a bar right upstairs.
- Don't. - Where people sometimes perform.
- Don't. - That baby did just save your job too.
Fine, you can have one night a week.
- Really. - But like a tuesday.
Afternoon, and no suntime.
I hate him, never ask me why.
- Okay. - Oh my god!
This is gonna be so fun.
You are officially the most talented person I know.
Damn, I should have fed her months ago.
Reservations,
this is Neal.
Reservations, this is Neal...
Reservations,
this is Rhonda.
That's how you do that.
- Do you want to grab a drink? - Where do think I'm going?