Frank & Lola Page #5

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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?

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

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