Frank & Lola Page #6

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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.

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