Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television

Domestic Violence

Netflix original miniseries Maid dropped October 1st, 2021.

#MaidNetflix cracked Netflix’s top 10 of all time with 469m hours viewed.

rottentomatoes: 94%

metacritic: 82

imdb: 8.4

golden globes: 3 nominations

SAG awards: 1 nomination

Alex Russell, Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television, Margaret Qualley
Alex Russell, Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television, Margaret Qualley
Alex Russell, Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television, Margaret Qualley

Alex Russell

Alex Russell and her daughter try to get out of an abusive relationship outside of Seattle, Washington.

Alex Russell, Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television, Margaret Qualley

Best Actress – Television Motion Picture

1 nomination: 2022

Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Television Movie or Limited Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Shh, shh. Shh, shh. Let’s go. We’re gonna do ‘Shoop’ later. Shh, shh. Ten on 2, please. I’m gonna find us some place to sleep. I’ll be right back. Thank God you’re here. I’m sorry to barge in like this. I called you, you didn’t pick up. I didn’t know where else to go. No, Maddy and I just need a place to crash for tonight. Cab I crash here until I figure out what I’m doing. Are the guys from the Swan here?” — Alex Russell

“Next time. Ethan! I’m good. I’m all right. I’m good. Mm-mm. ‘Shoop’ is asleep, Maddy. Can you try to close your eyes? Okay, I know you want ‘Shoop.’ I know you want ‘Shoop.’ Mommy wants to ask the last owner if he jammed any other mixtape in here. Hey, there we go. There we go.” — Alex Russell

“♪ Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop ♪ Shoop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ♪ Ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop ♪. That’s okay. We’re gonna freestyle it. That’s what we’re gonna do. ♪ You’re packed and you’re stacked ‘Specially in the back ♪ Brother, wanna thank your moteher For a butt like that ♪ Can I get some fries With that shake-shake booty ♪ If looks could kill… ♪” — Alex Russell

“Isn’t this public property? Okay. Okay. That’s us. Let’s get it. Russell, coming. What? Yes. Uh, I can show you my stretch marks. No. No. We slept in a car last night. No. No, I wouldn’t say that. I had a home when we left it. Maddy’s dad is, um– he drinks and, uh… he blacks out and punches stuff. No. No. No. Just… last night, um… last night was different and I got scared. No. And say what? That he didn’t hit me? I’m not abused.” — Alex Russell

“We don’t have anywhere to sleep tonight. I would rather sleep in my car. Um… my family is not an option. Nope. Yeah, my mom moved around a lot and then eventually I got my GED in 2016. I got into college… um, but I didn’t go. No. I can’t take Maddy there. Uh, I’m sorry. Is there anything else that you could do for us here? Okay. Um… I can’t get a job if I can’t afford day care. I need a job to prove that I need day care in order to get a job? What kind of fuckery is that? Value Maids? Great. Yeah. Thank you. Can I bring Maddy?” — Alex Russell

“Mom! Is Paula here? Paula Langley? Hi, mom. Hey, mom. Mom. Why didn’t you tell me that you Airbnb’d your house? I drove around two campgrounds looking for you. I called you 14 times. I can’t deal with him and his fake Australian accent. I’m sure you were, Cilantro. Can I talk to you in private? I’m in a rush, mom. What business? Renting your house out, or making you sleep in an RV? Go put some shrimp on the barbie. With–? Um… can you watch Maddy? I have a job interview. On hour, two max. Do you remember the rules? Use your phone. Use your phone and answer the phone. Okay, mom? Nod that you hear me. Don’t drive her anywhere. Do you have food here? Can you give her lunch? Anything goes wrong, call me. Don’t call Sean. Call me. Be a good girl for Grammy and Cilantro. Love you. I love you!” — Alex Russell

“Hi, I’m looking for Value Maids? Sorry, the address says it’s here. Thank you. Hi, are you Yolanda? No, I’m Alex. Jody sent me. Um, no. No. No. Full-time, great. Okay. One shit. Okay. How soon do you think I could get proof of employment? A pay stub. Yes. Yes, I do. Oh, so I’m starting today? Great.” — Alex Russell

“Hey, mom. How’s it going? Did you feed her? Sure does. Did you end up giving her lunch, though? Awesome. Hey. So listen. I got hired and I’m starting right now. Listen, I’m starting right now. It’s a three-hour clean on Fisher Island. I’ll be back at the ferry at 4:05 and I’ll be at yours at 5:30. Does that work?” — Alex Russell

“I’m sorry. I’m– I know. I didn’t have any signal and missed my turn. I’m sorry. I can be done by 4:00, ma’am. I’m fast and I’m good. I understand. I won’t disappoint you. The fridge. I got it. I can read. Okay. Oh, what happened? Uh, no. Um… I’m so sorry. I skipped breakfast this morning. I’m fine. Fuck. Okay. This room is so nice. Gosh, I’ve got a daughter and she would love this. How old is your kid? Isn’t this a nursery? Oh. Mm-hm. Obviously. Of course. I’m almost done too. I just have this room left and…” — Alex Russell

“Shit. Maddy? Maddy, are you in here? Maddy? Mom, can’t you hear me calling? What the fuck? Okay, where is Maddy? Basil, are you in here? Open the door? What the fuck are you talking about? Where is Maddy? I’m taking a nap, Jesús. Okay, where is she?” — Alex Russell

“I’m not staying for dinner. I’m getting Maddy and I’m leaving. Okay. That’s… she was only supposed to be there a couple of hours.” — Alex Russell

“My mom’s good with her for short periods of time. They, um… dance around or do art projects. I got a job on Fisher Island, and I didn’t have service. I’ll figure it out. It’s my business, Sean, okay? I’m not eating you fucking stew, okay? Stop asking. All right. That’s not funny. Don’t do that. I’m not insane. You’re the one that woke me up in a rage over some dirty dishes and punched a hole in the wall. I picked glass out of Maddy’s hair last night. I don’t know that. I know. I’m well aware of how completely alone and fucked I am. But I won’t pick glass out of Maddy’s hair again. Not gonna happen. Would you please look at me? Alex? There you go, honey. It’s okay. I don’t know. I need a second, all right? We can’t go home right now, okay? I’m gonna take this real quick. Yolanda, the Dyson, I know. What? Yes, honey. Okay, okay, hold on. I’m gonna… nope, I can’t. I’m in Port Hampstead, and I have my daughter with me. It’s a 45-minute ferry each way. Hold on, all right? We don’t have time for this, Maddy. We’ll go back and get Schmariel. We’re gonna get Schmariel later. I’m getting Schmariel now. I’m getting her right now. Okay. All right. Okay.” — Alex Russell

“You okay? You okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. Yes, my daughter was fucking in the car! She was in there, you fucking moron! You hit my fucking car. You could have killed my daughter. Get the fuck away from me! We live in here, you dipshit! You’re giving me a ticket? I can’t pay for this. And who pays for the tow truck? Um, no, no, no. I’ve got– I’ve got somebody. Thank you so much. Got it. No, we’re, um… we’re not gonna go home. No, yeah. Of course. Maybe, um… would you mind ju7st dropping us at the ferry station? I’ll have my friend pick us up. Can we just not talk? Would you mind pulling over real quick and let me run to the dollar store? Let’s put you down. There you go. We’re all set, thanks again.” — Alex Russell

“No, not tonight. We’re just gonna get a little rest in. Wait, wait. Come here, baby girl. What’s in your shoe? What the heck? Okay. You’re fixing my earrings, all right? Well… okey, dokey. I got you a surprise. You wanna see a surprise. Okay. Ta-da! We got Schmariel. All better.” — Alex Russell

Paula Langley, Maid, Netflix, John Wells Productions, LuckyChap Entertainment, Warner Bros. Television, Andie MacDowell

Paula Langley

Best Supporting Actress – Television

1 nomination: 2022

“Maddy, Alex! This is so exciting. I can’t believe you came to see this. This is what all the brilliant painters and sculptors are doing in the art world. This is me stepping up to a global collective of minds. Archetypes. You know about it. That’s what I’m representing here in cobalt. The hero, the every man, mentor, the mystic the lover. And there’s Jungian archetypes. I did, didn’t I? If you don’t check-in with me, that’s on you. Don’t call Basil Cilantro, Alex. Our identity is subjective. He’s Australian, I’m French-Italian. In reality, we’re both 100 percent Icelandic fairy. No. Whatever you can say to me, you can say in front of him. Because he is my life and business partner. All right. Enough. Out with it. Out with it. You want something from me, so just ask. What is it? Of course. She’s my granddaughter. She is always welcome to experience me and be a part of my life. Nod. We’re a pub now, are we? Come on, pumpky-poo. Put some eyes on her.”

“Hello. She’s a very powerful archetype. A love child. That’s what she is, her spirit resounds. The spirit of my mother is in her. She is a very powerful young lady. Our ancestry pulses through her blood. Of course. Grilled cheese and tomato with a side of straight Tom Collins and now we are painting. Aren’t we, sweetie? We’re painting. You should see what she’s doing. And her hands, they’re like sculptures. Oh, honey. It’s just so pretty. You should see her hands! Look at her hands! We love you. Don’t we, sweetie?”

“Calling me? It was me that was calling you many, many times. I have a life of my own, you know? I can’t be watching children all day. I have work to do. My own work, okay? I bet you’d like to get in there with him. I see how you act around him. Always flirting with him, sticking your little titties out. Why can’t you be happy for me? That I can still attract a quality man like him. You have never seen my potential. I am soaring on the cliff. The sun beams towards me. It fills me with light!”

Maddy Boyd

“Mommy, I’m sleepy. Daddy. ‘Shoop.’ ‘Shoop.’ ‘Shoop.’ ‘Shoop.’ ‘Shoop.’ Mommy.”

“Bye, mom! Mommy! Mommy, are you okay? Are you okay, mommy?”


“Shoop! ‘Shoop,’ mommy. Where are we going? Home. Look, mommy, look. Window, mommy! Mommy. You’re flying. Look, mommy. Schmariel! Schmariel!”

“Boat. This was in my shoe. This was in my shoe. I put it in my shoe. How do we unclip this?”

Sean Boyd

“What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing? Hey, wait!”

“Is this some kind of fucking fairy tale, Alex?”

“She’s fine. She’s all right. She’s asleep. We did bath time. She had buttered noodles. You hungry? Dinner’s almost ready. Irish stew. Fuck! I haven’t had a drank today. Come on. Alex. I’m trying here. Hey. I want to a meeting today. Ethan took me.”

“Could you please sit? You need to eat. Come on. I’m surprised Maddy was at your mom’s. Is Paula finally on meds, or….? You know how much I love Paula.”

“I thought we had an agreement… she was alone when I got there. Playing with a vape and watching a cage match on TV. Mm. Where were you? Nobody could find you? A job? How are you gonna work? Who’s gonna watch Maddy? Not your mom. Could you eat a little? You’re hurting my feelings. You’re officially freaking me out. Going AWOL in the middle of the night? Leaving my child in a dangerous situation with a batshit crazy person? I mean, are you feeling okay? What? I drank too much. I went too far. I went too far, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to be that close to her. Hey, I would never hurt her, you know that. You serious right now? Okay, what’s the plan here? Where are you gonna go? Hmm? I pay all the bills. Let you hang out with my friends, I let you move into my trailer, you drink my beer, eat my food. I let you mooch off me. I do everything for you. If you walk out of here, you’ll have no one. Hey, where are you going? Hey. Hey, Maddy, sweetie. Daddy’s right here, okay? Where are you going, Alex? What’s the plan here? Would you please look at me? Why don’t you come back inside? Alex? We can talk about this. Where are you gonna go? Hey, you can’t steal my kid! Sweetie, daddy’s right here, okay? Where are you gonna go? Hey! Alex! Alex!”

Social Worker

“So you’re looking for a big, fat government handout because you ar ea jobless, white trash, piece of shit, am I right? Your form? You’re gonna give that to me. All right. The child in your lap is Maddy. Are you under the influence of any drugs or alcohol? Are you sure? Because you look strung out. So you’re homeless? So you have a home? Punches you? Punches Maddy? Did you file a police report? Do you wanna call the cops now? It’s not too late. There’s shelters for domestic violence victims, but you need to go on record with your abuse. Okay, hon. So according to you, you’re not abused and you’re not homeless. Why are you here?”

“What about mom? It says here she’s local. Dad? Are you currently employed? You went to six different high schools? Any college, technical schools? Is there anything that you can give me? Any special skills? All right. Here’s the deal. I need two pay stubs in order to get you on the list for subsidized housing, and even then, the wait list is long. In the meantime, there’s a mission over at St. Carmel’s and they have beds open. Sure you can. Get there early. Wear Deet. Honestly, without a job, I can’t do squat. Well, we have access to subsidized day care grants once you have a job. You know what? Why don’t you try this? It’s a local cleaning service, lot of turnover. Worth a shot. I’ll call them to tell you’re on your way. Yeah? To a job interview?”


“Yeah? If this is another summons, shove it up your ass. Oh, one of Jody’s girls. Poor thing. Not you. Jody. Being a social worker sucks. So you’re on parole? Got any priors? I’ll check. Got a problem with a background check? We pay that, no exceptions. Bump you up 50 cents once the background check clears and you go full-time. Yes, but full-time ain’t a 40-hour week. Company policy is you can’t work more than six hours a day. More than six hours, bitches start throwing their backs out, which breaks my heart, it does, but I can’t be paying benefits. So it’s capped. Six hours a day, max. And tourist season’s over, so I really only have one shit open. It’s a weekly three-hour clean over on Fisher Island. So uniform is 25 bucks. Comes out of your first check. Cart before the horse. This is a trial. You ain’t hired yet. You got a car? We provide a ferry pass. But gas and toll, that’s on you. So are cleaning supplies, rags, gloves, basically everything else except the Dyson. If you don’t return the Dyson to me directly after the shift, you don’t get paid. Understand? All right. Can you do there at 1:00? Let me get you the sheet. That’s good news, ain’t it, broke girl?”

“Regina’s not happy with your cleaning. She called and said you did a crap job on the furniture, left streaks. Go back, and do it right. Not my problem. You want this job? You wanna get paid? Go back. Then you better get cracking.”


“No phones. You’re a half hour late. A half hour late. We’ll reschedule. I’d really rather you come back another time than do a shoddy job and throw a bunch of cleaning products around. We’re in NYC this weekend. Everything in the fridge can go so my whole house doesn’t smell like kombucha when I get back. Got it? We compost. The bin is labeled ‘compost.’ Can you read or should I show you? Oh, God. Just put them on. I’ll talk to her. Tell them those terms are bullshit. Tick-tock. Should have rescheduled.”

“Are you okay? Are you okay? Hey. Why are you on the floor? I heard a thunk. I think you fainted. Or are you a drug addict? Okay, well, just hold on. Don’t get up fast. Balance bar. I don’t have children. Yeah, it’s staged. We’re getting ready to sell the house. So, uh… James had it staged. Well… not to be a task master, but… this room and all the lawn furniture.”


“Is that Alexandra? Bloody hell. You disturbed the Airbnb people? They’re gonna leave a shit review now, you fair dinkum monster. It’s not fake. I was born in Perth, so… you’re a malignant tumor. She’s not here.”

“We couldn’t reach you and your mom got tired, so we called Sean to get her.”


“Hey. She’s out like a light. Last time I saw her, she was still in diapers. I would like to see her more than I get to. So where to? Port Hampstead? Sean still in that single-wide? Oh. Okay. Where to, then? I mean, I’d invite you back to my house… but it’s a school night, and Charlene and the kids– what were you thinking getting pulled over like that? It’s just that… a reckless thing to do. Reminds me of your mother. Okay. You, uh… you need anything else from your old pop? Bye, bye, honey bee.”


“Leave a message or don’t, you do you. Leave a message or don’t, you do you. Alex? What’s wrong? Are you okay? It’s not Maddy is it? God, of course. Get in here. Yeah. Sorry– it’s okay. Do you have some place to go?”


“Thought I heard your voice. Come inside. We got some sick dank from Humboldt. Come on. He’s already on his way over. He knows he drank too much. Hear him out. He wants to talk. Don’t be a bitch.”


“Gotta get it. Yeah. Hey.”

“Do it. All right. Pass it. Chill.”

“On your mark, get set, go!”

“All right. Let’s make a fucking mess! Fuck!”

“I do, but… leaving Maddy with her?”


“Gotta move, ma’am. You can’t sleep here. Ma’am. You can’t sleep here. You can’t park here. Got nowhere to be, go to a Walmart parking lot or social services. Now. If you have any personal items you’d live to retrieve from the car before the tow truck gets here, now is your time.”

Road Accident Pedestrian

“Jesus Christ! She was in there?”

Social Services

“Russell. Russell?”

Air BnB attendant

“I don’t know who Paula is. We Airbnb’d this place from Basil.”

PA Announcement

“Announcing the arrival of Ferry 41. Ferry 41 arriving.”

Cop 2

“Here you go, ma’am. Parking in the meridian is illegal. You have someone who can pick you up? If you don’t have anybody to call, we can drop you at home. Can you make the call now? I gotta clear the meridian. You can’t stay here. All right.”

Cop 3

“Were you speeding at the time?”

EMT professional

“Oh, you’re so good. And then shine the light. Yeah.”

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