Fifty Shades Freed Page #3

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This is Jaya Matteo, the architect.

- She is a friend of Elliott.

- This location is perfect.

I'm gonna build you

a fabulous house.

- I'd like to show Anna inside.

- Of course.

That JQ profile on you.

- I love what you're doing in Africa.

- Oh, thank you.

Now,

let me show you

what I have in mind.

A state of the art, self

sufficient, smart house.

Marine steel self cleaning glass.

A guest wing with an entertaining

area to the west.

And this, infinity pool, will

really make that beautiful sound.

Um... You wanna tear the

whole house down?

Don't you?

It's so dated.

I like it.

I think it has character.

Well, a new house

would be a statement

and Ecologically efficient. I mean

this older places are so impractical.

- But it's up to you.

- Actually it's up to my wife.

What she says goes.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

Hey, Ross.

Yeah.

Huh, I suppose we could reuse

some of the existing stone.

It is Jaya, right?

I'm sure you are very

good at what you do.

Otherwise, Christian wouldn't

have asked for your input.

But please stop speaking of

my husband as if I weren't here.

Anna.

I have designed many

prestige projects.

You may call me Mrs. Grey.

And this is not a Prestige project,

this is gonna be our home.

So, if you want this job,

I suggest you stop making

eyes off my husband

and keep your hands to yourself.

Or you can go and

climb back into your

sh*t color car and

drive back to Seattle.

It's up to you.

Look, I'm sorry Mrs. Grey

but I would never...

It won't happen again.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

We were just discussing

an alternative approach.

Something less in your face,

more respectful.

Sure, only start over.

I'll draw up new plans

and you'll have them in

the next few weeks.

Great, we look forward to it.

- Mr Grey.

- Thanks, Jaya.

Mrs. Grey.

This is gonna be fun.

I am paying for extra security and

you are scarier than any of them.

Here.

You can handle her,

you can handle this.

Wow, Anna.

Easy, Anna.

We've lost Taylor and Sawyer.

Slackers.

I am a race car driver.

Hey, Taylor.

The SUV.

I see it.

We are being followed.

- That's Dodge?

- Sawyer ran the plates, it's fake.

- Loose them.

- Seriously?

Seriously.

Loose them.

You can make it, don't slow down.

Heads up and get us home.

Good work.

Taylor, I've got you on speaker.

We are right behind the Dodge.

Mr. Grey,

he's still trying to

catch up with you.

Can you make out the driver?

No, not yet.

Go.

Come on, dude.

- Flash rear lights.

- That's a dick move.

Get out here.

There, the parking lot.

- Taylor?

- Yes sir.

- Have we lost him?

- We're still in pursuit.

You okay?

- We are in a parking lot.

- I know.

Sorry, Mr. Grey, we lost them.

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