Post by MrsRaviv on Oct 22, 2005 0:41:41 GMT -5
Author Note-This isn't all of it.
Scene starts with a zoomed-in view of the bulletin board just inside the hotel lobby entrance. Sign reads: Tipton New Years Eve Bash This Friday
London: (running over to the Candy Counter) Maddie! Maddie! Maddie!
Maddie: London, London, London. What?
London: I have the greatest news.
Maddie: Your father sold the hotel and your moving?
London: Even if that was a cut, I don’t care because I’m too excited! Daddy can’t make it to the New Year’s Eve Bash so he’s asked somebody else to escort me. Guess who?
Maddie: Your Brain Surgeon?
London: Don’t even joke about Dr. Watts. Since my last check-up, he’s been admitted into a psychiatric ward. It’s so tragic.
Maddie: Yet not surprising, looking at his patients.
London: Do you want to hear my good news or not?
Maddie: Alright, London. Who’s escorting you to the bash?
London: Ricky Ullman! Daddy met him while he was shooting a new movie and they hit it off!
Maddie: Ricky Ullman!? You’re kidding me! I’ve followed every single one of his t.v. shows. You’re so lucky.
London: I know! Yay me! (claps) Well, I have to go talk to Moseby about his suite. Everything has to be perfect before he arrives Thursday. (runs off)
Maddie: One of these days I’m gonna take those yays and make her eat them.
Zack: Ouch, somebody’s moody.
Maddie: Watch it, Zack. I’m not feelin’ so hot right now.
Zack: But you’re still lookin’ hot. What’s wrong?
Maddie: London’s dad got someone famous to escort London to the bash on Friday. And not just anyone famous, we’re talking Ricky Ullman.
Cody: Wow! Ricky Ullman! He’s- (sees Zack and Maddie staring at him weirdly) What? I was just going to say he’s a really good actor and a good role model for young kids.
Maddie: Yeah I know. Plus, he’s really good looking.
Cody: I wasn’t gonna say that.
Zack: Is he that one guy from that one show? He’s nothing special. But then again, maybe I could pawn his stuff like I did with Jesse (notices Maddie and Cody are staring at somebody behind him) McCartney…(turns around and sees Moseby) I mean, Cody, don’t go pawning celebrity’s personal belongings! It’s an invasion of privacy.
Moseby: Nice try, Zack. Actually, I hear this Ullman fellow is a pretty down-to-earth kind of guy. Please try not to ruin that with your (emphasized) shenanigans.
Cody: Wow, I didn’t know people still even used that word.
Maddie: I still don’t think it’s fair. London gets everything. I would love to be rich for like just one day. Preferably Friday.
Moseby: That doesn’t seem like the Maddie I know.
Maddie: Yeah, well, that Maddie checked out when she heard Ricky Ullman was checking in…because of London! I’m taking my break! (puts up her sign and leaves)
Zack: I love it when she’s mad.
Cody: Personally, it scares me.
Moseby: Mmm-hmm.
(As Maddie is storming away, she accidentally runs into a woman.)
Maddie: I am so sorry.
Ms. Lewis: No, no. It was my fault. I was looking for someone who works here. Her name is Maddie, Maddie Fitzgerald?
Maddie: That’s me. Can I help you?
Ms. Lewis: Can you help me? I think I have some news that will make you very happy young woman.
Maddie: Unless you’re peddling money and dates with Ricky Ullman, I’m not interested in buying anything.
Ms. Lewis: Actually, it does involve money. A million dollars worth.
Maddie: A million…d-dollars? What do you mean? I-I-I…
Ms. Lewis: Didn’t you know? You may not be who you think you are.
(hands her a newspaper. The headline reads: Millionaires Search for Daughter.)
Maddie: What does that have to do with me?
Ms. Lewis: You might very well be that daughter.
Maddie: I think I need to sit down.
In Moseby’s Office
Maddie: So, you’re saying I was adopted? No, my parents would have told me something like that.
Carey: (standing to defend Maddie) Listen, lady. I don’t know who you think you are, but what makes you think you can waltz in here and tell a 15 year old girl she’s not who she thinks she is?
(the lady is a bit taken back)
Ms. Lewis: Ma’am are you Ms. Fitzgerald’s mother?
Carey: Well, no, but-
Ms. Lewis: Then, please, let them handle this.
Carey: Yeah but I am a mother and if you said that to my boys I’d… well, actually I might…no what am I saying, I’d be ticked. So I-
Maddie: Carey. It’s okay.
(Moseby walks in)
Moseby: Maddie, you’re parents are here. They wish to speak to Ms. Lewis privately.
Maddie: Alright.
10 Minutes Later
(Back inside Moseby’s office)
Ms. Lewis: So I understand that you claim that this accusation isn’t true, but they insist on a blood test. If you don’t they may take legal action.
Maddie: We can’t afford a lawyer. Mom, dad, I’ll take the test and just get this cleared up once and for all. Mr. Moseby, after this I don’t really feel like going back to work.
Mr. Moseby: I understand. And I’ll make sure it doesn’t effect your paycheck.
Ms. Lewis: There is one more thing. The news reporters are going to want to get any scoop they can and I’m sure you know how desperate reporters can be. So it’s important that Maddie keep a low profile until we get this settled. And unfortunately they already know where you live.
Maddie: So I can’t go home with my parents?
Ms. Lewis: Not unless you want to beat down reporters.
Carey: Well, Maddie. You can stay with us.
Ms. Lewis: Oh, that won’t be necessary. The Seville’s have insisted that you use their money for whatever you need until the whole thing is settled. Therefore, Mr. Moseby, here’s one of their personal credit cards. Maddie will have the finest suite you have available.
Maddie: The finest?
Ms. Lewis: Yes, and no matter the outcome of the blood test, this here is a personal credit card for you to use for whatever you want. And they want you to know you will never have to pay it back.
Maddie: I can’t accept this! It’s too much.
Ms. Lewis: The Seville’s would be disappointed if you didn’t accept their generous gifts. They’ve made it clear that they have plenty to spare. That card is good for atleast a million.
Maddie: A m-m-million? (takes the card and stares at it for a moment. Suddenly a smile crosses her face.) Maybe I can accept this.
Scene starts with a zoomed-in view of the bulletin board just inside the hotel lobby entrance. Sign reads: Tipton New Years Eve Bash This Friday
London: (running over to the Candy Counter) Maddie! Maddie! Maddie!
Maddie: London, London, London. What?
London: I have the greatest news.
Maddie: Your father sold the hotel and your moving?
London: Even if that was a cut, I don’t care because I’m too excited! Daddy can’t make it to the New Year’s Eve Bash so he’s asked somebody else to escort me. Guess who?
Maddie: Your Brain Surgeon?
London: Don’t even joke about Dr. Watts. Since my last check-up, he’s been admitted into a psychiatric ward. It’s so tragic.
Maddie: Yet not surprising, looking at his patients.
London: Do you want to hear my good news or not?
Maddie: Alright, London. Who’s escorting you to the bash?
London: Ricky Ullman! Daddy met him while he was shooting a new movie and they hit it off!
Maddie: Ricky Ullman!? You’re kidding me! I’ve followed every single one of his t.v. shows. You’re so lucky.
London: I know! Yay me! (claps) Well, I have to go talk to Moseby about his suite. Everything has to be perfect before he arrives Thursday. (runs off)
Maddie: One of these days I’m gonna take those yays and make her eat them.
Zack: Ouch, somebody’s moody.
Maddie: Watch it, Zack. I’m not feelin’ so hot right now.
Zack: But you’re still lookin’ hot. What’s wrong?
Maddie: London’s dad got someone famous to escort London to the bash on Friday. And not just anyone famous, we’re talking Ricky Ullman.
Cody: Wow! Ricky Ullman! He’s- (sees Zack and Maddie staring at him weirdly) What? I was just going to say he’s a really good actor and a good role model for young kids.
Maddie: Yeah I know. Plus, he’s really good looking.
Cody: I wasn’t gonna say that.
Zack: Is he that one guy from that one show? He’s nothing special. But then again, maybe I could pawn his stuff like I did with Jesse (notices Maddie and Cody are staring at somebody behind him) McCartney…(turns around and sees Moseby) I mean, Cody, don’t go pawning celebrity’s personal belongings! It’s an invasion of privacy.
Moseby: Nice try, Zack. Actually, I hear this Ullman fellow is a pretty down-to-earth kind of guy. Please try not to ruin that with your (emphasized) shenanigans.
Cody: Wow, I didn’t know people still even used that word.
Maddie: I still don’t think it’s fair. London gets everything. I would love to be rich for like just one day. Preferably Friday.
Moseby: That doesn’t seem like the Maddie I know.
Maddie: Yeah, well, that Maddie checked out when she heard Ricky Ullman was checking in…because of London! I’m taking my break! (puts up her sign and leaves)
Zack: I love it when she’s mad.
Cody: Personally, it scares me.
Moseby: Mmm-hmm.
(As Maddie is storming away, she accidentally runs into a woman.)
Maddie: I am so sorry.
Ms. Lewis: No, no. It was my fault. I was looking for someone who works here. Her name is Maddie, Maddie Fitzgerald?
Maddie: That’s me. Can I help you?
Ms. Lewis: Can you help me? I think I have some news that will make you very happy young woman.
Maddie: Unless you’re peddling money and dates with Ricky Ullman, I’m not interested in buying anything.
Ms. Lewis: Actually, it does involve money. A million dollars worth.
Maddie: A million…d-dollars? What do you mean? I-I-I…
Ms. Lewis: Didn’t you know? You may not be who you think you are.
(hands her a newspaper. The headline reads: Millionaires Search for Daughter.)
Maddie: What does that have to do with me?
Ms. Lewis: You might very well be that daughter.
Maddie: I think I need to sit down.
In Moseby’s Office
Maddie: So, you’re saying I was adopted? No, my parents would have told me something like that.
Carey: (standing to defend Maddie) Listen, lady. I don’t know who you think you are, but what makes you think you can waltz in here and tell a 15 year old girl she’s not who she thinks she is?
(the lady is a bit taken back)
Ms. Lewis: Ma’am are you Ms. Fitzgerald’s mother?
Carey: Well, no, but-
Ms. Lewis: Then, please, let them handle this.
Carey: Yeah but I am a mother and if you said that to my boys I’d… well, actually I might…no what am I saying, I’d be ticked. So I-
Maddie: Carey. It’s okay.
(Moseby walks in)
Moseby: Maddie, you’re parents are here. They wish to speak to Ms. Lewis privately.
Maddie: Alright.
10 Minutes Later
(Back inside Moseby’s office)
Ms. Lewis: So I understand that you claim that this accusation isn’t true, but they insist on a blood test. If you don’t they may take legal action.
Maddie: We can’t afford a lawyer. Mom, dad, I’ll take the test and just get this cleared up once and for all. Mr. Moseby, after this I don’t really feel like going back to work.
Mr. Moseby: I understand. And I’ll make sure it doesn’t effect your paycheck.
Ms. Lewis: There is one more thing. The news reporters are going to want to get any scoop they can and I’m sure you know how desperate reporters can be. So it’s important that Maddie keep a low profile until we get this settled. And unfortunately they already know where you live.
Maddie: So I can’t go home with my parents?
Ms. Lewis: Not unless you want to beat down reporters.
Carey: Well, Maddie. You can stay with us.
Ms. Lewis: Oh, that won’t be necessary. The Seville’s have insisted that you use their money for whatever you need until the whole thing is settled. Therefore, Mr. Moseby, here’s one of their personal credit cards. Maddie will have the finest suite you have available.
Maddie: The finest?
Ms. Lewis: Yes, and no matter the outcome of the blood test, this here is a personal credit card for you to use for whatever you want. And they want you to know you will never have to pay it back.
Maddie: I can’t accept this! It’s too much.
Ms. Lewis: The Seville’s would be disappointed if you didn’t accept their generous gifts. They’ve made it clear that they have plenty to spare. That card is good for atleast a million.
Maddie: A m-m-million? (takes the card and stares at it for a moment. Suddenly a smile crosses her face.) Maybe I can accept this.