Frank & Lola Page #4

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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,

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