Frank & Lola Page #2

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- Hey.

Who was that?

- My new boss.

- What?

(CHUCKLES) I got a job!

Wow. Alright. With who?

It's working

with this fashion incubator,

and they just pay young designers

to come up with clothes for their store.

Congratulations.

Thank you very much.

You're not working

for that douchebag, huh?

No, for this woman.

- But it's where he works, right?

- He doesn't work there.

He just owns the company.

Why didn't you tell me you were

up for it? That's a little weird.

Because I thought you'd be mad.

Which you are.

I'm not mad. I just don't like that guy.

What? He's been very professional.

How was the banquet?

Little old rich ladies who lunch.

They're killing me.

They booked me again.

That's... That's really good.

That's great.

It's catering.

Cooking for private parties

isn't catering.

You're working almost every day.

But nobody knows how to eat anymore.

They all want gluten-free salads.

Might as well open a salad shop.

Call it Salad Guy.

(CHUCKLES) Exactly!

Hey...

Do me a favor.

Tell this, uh, boss of yours...

What's his name?

- He's not my boss.

- Oh.

- Keith.

- Keith.

You tell him you're in love with a man

who owns

an extremely sharp set of knives.

(LOLA CHUCKLES)

I guess we should celebrate.

(DANCE MUSIC BLASTS FROM CLUB)

(TURNS OFF TAP)

(DANCE MUSIC BLASTS)

- Hey, gorgeous.

- Hi.

Will's picking us up

at seven, alright?

He wants to be on the road to LA

right after rush hour.

I'll be on time. I promise.

Hey...

I love you.

Me, too.

- Alright, I gotta go.

- OK. I'll see you at nine.

- What?

- (CHUCKLES) I'm just kidding, dorko!

I'll see you at seven.

"Dorko."

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

VOICEMAIL:

This is Lola. Leave a message.

(SIGHS)

You know what? You guys should just go.

Stop. We will wait.

No, I got this. It's OK. Go ahead.

If something's up, we'll stick around.

Seriously, you guys go ahead. It's OK.

- WOMAN:
You sure?

- Yeah.

FRANK:
Hey.

Where were you?

Baby, are you OK?

Um... I was...

What? What happened?

I-I think we should go inside.

You need a... a...?

You want one?

Uh, no.

Honey, listen to me.

I-I know you're upset, and...

Do you wanna have a seat?

I wanna know you're OK. I just wanna

know what happened. That's all. Please?

Well, can you please have a seat?

(SIGHS)

OK. Alright. Here.

I... I think that...

I made a mistake.

What kind of mistake?

(TUTS) Um...

(SOBS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

MAN:
Hi. I'm looking

for the owner of this phone.

- One second.

- (TURNS ON LOUDSPEAKER)

I'm with her.

Right now, I'm sure she'll be relieved.

May I speak with her?

By all means.

Who is it?

You.

Hello?

I'm calling

from the concierge desk of a hotel.

A guest said his girlfriend

left her phone in his suite.

- Is that you?

- (CHUCKLES)

Yes.

This number keeps popping up

as a missed call.

Hope your friend

doesn't mind we reached out.

No, it's fine.

And just for security purposes,

what hotel were you visiting?

- I was at the Encore.

- That's us.

You can pick it up at the concierge

any time. Have a lovely evening.

The Encore used to be the Desert Inn.

- Did you know that?

- No.

Well, it was a little before your time.

I was a saucier there for five years

at the best restaurant, and...

Sometimes, after work, a rich woman

would take me up to her room, and...

The older ones,

they taught me how to f***.

Oh yeah. So I like that hotel.

- Stop.

- Stop?

I'm just letting you know that I

have f***ed some very beautiful women.

Good ones.

That aren't worried their mommy

is gonna steal me away from 'em.

Two hours ago, I would have crawled

through glass for you,

and while I was worried sick,

you were...

We're done.

No, Frank!

You're only with me

because you can't be alone, right?

I was alone when I met you.

- Oh, yeah? For what, 24 hours?

- No.

Of course not.

So you wait until we're together

to start f***ing dudes

in fancy hotel rooms?

Good plan.

Who was it?

It was... It was no one. It was...

- (SOBS)

- (KICKS TABLE)

(SHOUTS) Who was it?

It was a guy from California,

and he's already left town.

You know, it was awful.

It was nothing. It meant nothing.

I get it. This is what you do, right?

- I could be anyone.

- That's not true.

You are incredible.

You're a real man.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

A real man

would walk the f*** out of here.

No. Please.

I'm not gonna let you go

without a fight.

WOMAN:
Ow!

Ow!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Don't look at him.

MAN:
Look at me when I'm talking to you.

(DOOR BUZZER)

Frank Reilly?

(FRANK SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO)

(DOOR BUZZER)

Do you remember

when we had dinner with my mother?

She said she was staying

with someone in Paris called Alan.

Kinda. Why?

He's an old boyfriend of hers,

and we lived with him in Paris

for a few years when I was a kid.

And?

He raped me.

When was this?

Over the summer. Before I came here.

I... I'm sorry.

I thought I'd tell you.

No one else knows.

You didn't tell your mother?

I was afraid that she...

she wouldn't believe me.

You said his name's Alan?

- Yeah.

- What's his story?

- Why?

- Just tell me.

He comes from a rich Swedish family

who lost all their money.

He moved to France

to start over from nothing.

Then he wrote a book about it.

It was a hit.

He left my mom.

Found a rich wife.

She lets him do what he wants.

It's very... you know, French.

Hm.

I'm not making...

an excuse for what I did.

It's just what happened

had an effect on me...

that I can't understand.

But you think... you wouldn't have done

what you did yesterday if he hadn't...

If he hadn't, uh...

I guess. I-I don't know.

It definitely, like,

f***ed me up, though.

(SIGHS)

(SPANISH MUSIC ON RADIO)

Frank?

May I borrow you for a moment?

Yeah, sure.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

...this guy walks out and she...

It boils over,

and she follows him inside...

Everyone,

this is Frank Reilly, our chef.

(APPLAUSE)

- I should get back.

- Of course.

This is Gra-blah-blah from,

you know, from France or whatever,

- from some foreign country.

- Excuse me.

I guess she likes cheese. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, hey, Lolita!

Hi!

- (LOLA CHUCKLES)

- Hello.

- I should've known that was your food.

- Mm.

You didn't get my text?

No.

What are you doing here?

This is Keith's partner's house.

You didn't know?

No. So, are you that f***er's date?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Oh, my God! There he is.

Bro, you f***ing crushed it!

That was phenomenal. Believe me,

I know about good food.

My dad owns a bunch

of fine-dining restaurants in LA.

So I kinda grew up around a lot of it,

and that was one

of the best, the best I've ever had.

Seriously. Incredible.

Glad you enjoyed it.

Keith Winkleman.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry, was I interrupting?

You guys know each other?

This is my boyfriend.

Frank Reilly. Frank, Keith.

Shut up! You have a boyfriend,

and he cooks like this?

Are you kidding me?

Why didn't you tell me about this guy?

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