Frank & Lola

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Come on.

Just f*** me.

Maybe we should wait.

Wait for what?

For the next time we see each other.

- (CHUCKLES)

- What?

Oh, no.

Now I just feel like, um...

Like a whore.

That's no good.

Is this your go-to move or something?

You just hook me in,

and make me believe

that you're this gentleman.

I never said I was a gentleman.

But I'm not playing games.

Well, sometimes games can be fun.

OK.

- Let's do it. Let's f***.

- No, it's too late.

- It's too late.

- (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

I think... I think you're right.

Let's wait. It's a great idea.

- Oh yeah?

- Mm-hm.

Hm.

Maybe you could hold me down

while you do it.

- Tighter.

- Tighter.

(SHE BREATHES HEAVILY)

(MOANS)

- Jefe?

- Yeah?

Luis just finished. Cleaned up.

What, you got a party to go to? Fiesta?

- Si.

- MAN:
Ah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Night, Frank.

- Bye-bye, sweetheart.

I'm going to the Tiki Bar later

if you wanna come.

Yeah. Maybe. I'll let you know.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FRANK SPEAKS SPANISH)

L'addition, s'il vous plat.

- Oh, merci.

- (CHUCKLES)

Happy Halloween.

(COUNTRY MUSIC ON RADIO)

FRANK:
Voil.

Oh my God.

Is that caviar?

Ossetra, from the Black Sea.

What else is in this? This is...

f***ing incredible.

Crme frache. French butter.

Sea salt. Chives. Brioche bread.

GIRL:
Actually, the name of your place,

Rue Galile,

I lived on that block once.

FRANK:
Me, too.

GIRL:
No sh*t?

FRANK:
Yeah. It's where

I learned to cook when I was a kid.

Dropped out of high school,

bought a plane ticket with the money I'd

saved up baking pizzas in Queens, and...

flew to France.

What?

You're pretty cool, Frank.

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC IN BACKGROUND)

Ooh! I just love this tequila!

It does wonders for the nerves.

FRANK:
Hm-hmm.

OK. Lick.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm.

This restaurant is exquisite, Frank.

And you are a doll

for arranging the reservation.

I was the sous-chef here for five years,

so they take care of me.

You still haven't told me

why you're here.

Tina Turner has a house in Nice,

and Architectural Digest

is sending me to write about it.

FRANK:
Oh, wow.

I love the South of France.

Tina has a one-night-only show tonight,

so I'm getting a ride

in her jet tomorrow.

After Tina, I'm off to Paris

for some fun.

LOLA:
Where are you staying?

At Alan's spare flat.

Oh.

He sends his regards, by the way.

Tell him that I say hello.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

So... Lola tells me

that you're classically trained.

I mean, I learned on the job

in France, which I guess would qualify.

I didn't go to cooking school.

I started young.

How young?

- 16.

- Mm.

Quite an image.

I can't wait to taste your food.

It would be my pleasure.

Perhaps I could bring Wayne

before I leave tomorrow.

- FRANK:
Wayne?

- Newton.

Seriously?

He's absolutely lovely.

Would you like to meet him?

Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks.

But I'll be at school all day.

Not my fault, Lola.

You don't need to be there.

- Mother.

- What?

Stop being patronizing.

Frank... was I being patronizing?

Yeah, you were.

But that's alright.

You OK?

What you did with my mom,

calling her out...

You really looked out for me.

I'm not used to it.

Hmm... Well, get used to it.

Goodnight, Lola.

Do you fall in love easily, Frank?

No. Do you?

I just don't think

I'm gonna be any good at this.

You know... I've been married.

I was sure she was the one,

even though I really barely knew her.

And I dove right in.

Do it.

(NEEDLE BUZZES)

What I'm saying is...

the way you're feeling right now,

this fear...

I'm with you.

(SPANISH MUSIC ON RADIO)

(SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE)

(SOFT JAZZ IN THE BACKGROUND)

MAN:
She's coming? Really?

Your mother? That's cool, alright.

Well, listen, I-I, uh, I know

how to navigate those waters.

(CHUCKLES)

So, listen. How about this?

How about this?

How about, uh, I take you both out?

You and your mother.

Right? Because it's not every day

a girl graduates from college.

That's a big deal.

- Well, I graduated last month.

- Alright.

- She doesn't like insurance salesmen.

- Wow, whoa. Really?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I don't sell insurance, so...

LOLA:
She doesn't like men

who look like David Schwimmer.

MAN:
David Schwimmer?

I am David Schwimmer.

(CHUCKLES) Just kidding.

So, y-y-you find a job yet?

Because that's tough, right,

right out of college?

Well, there's not much of a market

for aspiring fashion designers in Vegas

who don't make

stripper heels or thongs, so no.

(CHUCKLES) You're mad funny!

Stripper heels... I don't know, though.

I wouldn't be so sure.

- Oh, yeah?

- There's a place next door. KVD.

You ever heard of it?

LOLA:
Yeah. There's one Downtown, too.

Yeah, it's cool.

MAN:
So check this out.

The owner has made a real effort

to showcase Vegas-based talent.

So he's set up this fashion incubator

to help him out with that.

Let me guess.

If I come back with you tonight,

and we see where the night takes us,

maybe you'll introduce to me

to the owner.

No, what I will do

is set you up with the person

who decides who'll be

the designer for the incubator.

- You know her?

- Do I know her? Yeah, I know her.

She works for me.

(CHUCKLES) I'm the owner.

- Oh.

- Is your work any good?

Yeah, yeah. I, uh, I just had my show,

my thesis show.

Oh for real? Alright.

Yeah, well, I'll set up a studio visit.

- LOLA:
You're not kidding?

- No. I don't kid about that stuff, no.

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