Frank & Lola Page #3

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This dude is amazing!

Frank, what are you doing here?

Excuse me?

You need your own restaurant.

Yeah, that'd be cool.

Yeah, it would.

That's an understatement.

- Mm-hm.

- Frank had his own place.

He's just in between restaurants

at the moment.

Alright, alright. Well, not for long,

'cause I'm gonna check around.

You know how Vegas is.

These huge casino joints

keep opening and closing.

You really gotta stay on top of it.

I'll get your information

from Lola, and...

I-I'll look... look around.

- Thanks. That'd be great.

- Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT) I'm gonna head

back in, Lola, so I'll see you in there.

- Cool. I'll see you in there.

- Alright, for sure.

(KEITH CLEARS THROAT)

- Come on, that was pretty funny.

- Yeah. It was f***in' hilarious.

Especially the part

where he said he didn't know I existed.

He never asked me about

my personal life, so I didn't tell him.

I kinda owned his ass, huh?

Yep.

So now he'll really try to f*** you.

- Ow!

- Sh*t!

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, baby.

Yo, Frank, it's Keith.

Who?

Winkelman! (CHUCKLES)

Your lovely lady's

sitting right next to me. You good?

Yeah. Where are you?

I'm with your girl.

We're at the space. Uh, you got a sec?

You ever heard of Henri Ricard?

Of course.

Dude's got more three-star Michelin

restaurants than anyone in the world.

Was that a question?

Now, listen.

So, my dad financed Chloe, right?

It's Ricard's spot in Santa Monica.

Ever heard of it?

Yeah, I've been there.

So, now we're all friends. And now he's

opening up a new spot at the Encore.

It's a big f***ing deal.

Auditions were in Paris two weeks ago.

Yeah, cool. I get it. You're connected.

Well, listen, my man.

He doesn't wanna bring a celebrity chef

to Vegas. It's been done.

People are over it. Gordon Ramsay,

all these people. Blah, blah, blah.

He wants to launch

a new star right here, OK?

But he doesn't like any of the chefs

that he auditioned.

Frank... I got you in.

His mansion. In Paris. This Friday.

Boom! It's gonna be a mystery basket, so

you have to improvise. Hope that's OK.

Wait a minute. You... You what?

You're cooking for Henri f***ing Ricard

in three f***ing days.

Don't worry. I took care of

the flights, the tickets and all that.

My commission's gonna

come out of Ricard's take.

All you gotta do is show up

and cook the meal of your life.

Are you f***in' with me?

He says, "Are you f***in' with me?"

(CHUCKLES) No, my man, I'm not.

What do you think?

Uh, it's amazing.

- I don't know what to say.

- Say yes.

Hey, listen, man.

Thank me when it's all done, OK?

I got a good feeling about this.

Alright.

LOLA:
You're gonna kill it out there,

one-handed or not.

- Hm.

- I know it.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

Is it me?

I just wish I could go back in time,

and protect you

from that f***ing scumbag.

Then we'd be fine. I know it.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

That's me.

(FRANK CLEARS THROAT)

I love you.

Don't forget that.

Good luck.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

VOICEMAIL:

This is Lola. Leave a message.

- (SIGHS)

- (BEEPS)

Hey, it's me.

I'm going into this thing, so, uh...

I just wanted to call, and say hi.

Anyway, call me.

I love you.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

- Mr. Reilly?

- Hm-hm.

I'm Charles. Monsieur Ricard's attach.

- Bonjour.

- The house is just across the place.

- Let's walk.

- OK.

CHARLES:

The ingredients are in the kitchen.

Anything in the pantry is yours.

We have one sous-chef for you. He speaks

English, but French is preferable.

- OK.

- There'll be two people eating.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Hello, Chef. I'm Khalil.

- Bonjour.

- Nice to meet you.

Um, the, um, basket.

Alright. Alright, alright.

Hm.

I got this, man. I got this.

- Merci.

- OK. Bon courage.

- Truffle?

- Oui.

(SNIFFS) Smell it.

Great.

- Oui?

- Yeah.

- Couper et confit.

- OK, Chef.

(BUBBLES)

(CHOPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Merci.

Hm.

(IN FRENCH) Roast chicken?

Oui.

You know where you are, right?

Oui.

FRANK:
Bon apptit.

- You used truffle, yes?

- Yes.

That was not the agreement.

Yeah, I know.

OK. I have an appointment.

You can show yourself out.

Thank you for your time.

(IN FRENCH) Make me a report

of the ingredients that were used,

and prepare for the next candidate.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(BELL RINGS)

(FRENCH MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- BARTENDER:
Bonsoir, Monsieur.

- Bonsoir.

BARTENDER:
OK, come on, playboy.

Try your martini.

- Your English is getting better.

- I practice.

Well, practice your martini

American style. Much more important.

American style?

We like 'em dry in America.

Right?

(IN FRENCH) Only a little bit.

BARTENDER:
Et pour vous?

Un whiskey, s'il vous plat.

How's it going?

New York?

Brooklyn?

It's Queens, right? Queens? Yeah?

How can you tell?

Alan.

Keith. I'm sorry.

So what brings you to Paris?

I was on vacation with my girlfriend.

- She left, I stayed.

- Oh.

Well, you don't seem

too broken up about it.

Hm, these things happen, I guess.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Oh, c'est trs bien.

Merci beaucoup.

- Alan, right?

- ALAN:
Mm.

Yeah. You know, you look so familiar.

I'm trying to place it.

I know I've seen your face before.

I doubt that.

I got it.

You're Alan Larsson, right?

Yeah. Have we met?

No. I've seen the picture

on the back of your book. Your memoir.

I studied it in college.

Northwestern. Really...

Really f***ing brilliant stuff.

Seriously.

Am I right?

(CHUCKLES) C'est moi.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Well, thanks for the kind words.

Hey, you know, I'd like

to buy you a drink if you don't mind.

Wait. Don't be silly.

You're the one with the heavy heart.

It's not every day you run into a fan,

so cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- (GLASSES CLINK)

So, um, if you're up to it,

I can show you around Paris.

You know what?

Why the hell not?

(ALAN EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

So, let's grab one more

and then have some fun.

Sounds good.

Make yourself comfortable.

(GLASSES CLINK)

So, you live here alone?

Well, occasionally. I'm married.

So, I have this for when I need it.

If you catch my drift.

- Your wife doesn't mind?

- There are rules.

Certain behavior is permitted,

certain behavior is not. Cheers.

- (GLASSES CLINK)

- With other girls, right?

They have to remain strangers.

But my wife has the same privileges.

Only lovers. No feelings.

You always play by the rules?

You have a lot of questions,

you know that?

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Oh, excuse me.

Hmm, no problem.

Hello?

(PUTS GLASS ON TABLE)

Excuse me.

So you read my book

at the Northwestern, right?

- Mm. Yeah.

- Yeah, that makes sense.

I was an adjunct professor there

for a couple of years.

So where did you live?

Off campus.

Oh, let me guess.

Marty Summers taught you my book?

Oh yeah. Yeah, Marty Summers.

He's a great guy.

Yes, great.

You never went to Northwestern,

did you, Keith?

Why would you ask that?

What are the chances that

an American knows my book so well

and then just runs into me here in Paris

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