All language subtitles for Frank és Lola.2016

Come on.

Just fuck me.

Maybe we should wait.

Wait for what?

The next time we see each other.

- What?
- Oh, now...

Now I just feel like... 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.

Okay.

- Let's do it. Let's fuck.
- No, it's too late.

It's too late.
I think... I think you're right.

- Let's wait. It's a great idea.
- Oh, yeah?

Maybe you could hold me down
while you do it.

- Tighter.
- Tighter?

- Jefe.
- Yeah.

- Luis just finished cleaning up.
- What, you got a party to go to? ¿Fiesta?

Sí.

- Good night, Frank.
- Good night, sweetheart.

I'm going to the Tiki Bar later
if you wanna come.

Yeah. Maybe. I'll let you know.

Merci.

Happy Halloween.

Voila .

Oh, my God.

Is that caviar?

Osetra. From the Black Sea.

What else is in this? This is...

fucking incredible.

Crème fraîche. French butter.

Sea salt. Chives. Brioche bread.

Actually, the name of your place,
Rue Galilée...

I lived on that block once.

Me too.

No shit.

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 saved up baking pizzas in Queens

and flew to France.

What?

You're pretty cool, Frank.

I just love this Tequila.
It does wonders to the nerves.

Okay. Lick.

This restaurant is exquisite, Frank.

And you are a doll
for arranging the reservation.

Well, 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.

I love the south of France.

Tina has a one-night-only show tonight,

so I'm getting a ride on her jet tomorrow.

After Tina, I'm off to Paris for some fun.

- Where are you staying?
- At Alan's spare flat.

He sends his regards, by the way.

Tell him that I say hello.

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?
- Sixteen.

Quite an image.

I can't wait to taste your food.

It would be my pleasure.

Perhaps I can bring Wayne
before I leave tomorrow.

- 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 all right.

You okay?

What you did with my mom...
calling her out.

You really looked out for me.
I'm not used to it.

Well, get used to it.

Good night, 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'm sure she was the one,
even though I really barely knew her.

And I dove right in.

Do it.

All I'm saying is...

the way you're feeling
right now, this fear...

I'm with you.

She's coming? For real?

Your mother? That's cool. All right.

Well, listen. I... I...
I know how to navigate those waters.

So listen. How about this? How about this?

How about I take you both out?
You and your mother.

Right? 'Cause it's not every day a girl
graduates from college. That's a big deal.

- Well, I graduated last month.
- All right.

And she's doesn't like insurance salesmen.

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

Well, she's doesn't like men
who look like David Schwimmer.

David Schwimmer? I am David Schwimmer.

I'm just kidding. So, you find a job yet?

'Cause 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.

You are 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?

Yeah.

- There's one downtown. Yeah. It's cool.
- So check this out.

The owner's been making a real effort
to showcase Vegas-based talent.

And so he set up this fashion incubator
to help him out with that.

Let me guess, if I come back with you tonight
and you see where the night takes us,

- maybe you'll introduce me to the owner.
- No, but what I will do is,

I'll set you up with the person who decides
who's gonna be the designer for the incubator.

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

She works for me. I'm the owner.

- Is your work any good?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I... I just had my show, my thesis show.

Oh, for real? All right, well,
yeah, I'll set up a studio visit.

- You're not kidding.
- No. I don't kid about that stuff, no.

Why are you offering me this?

I don't know. Maybe because you're
being mean to me, and I like it.

I like a little sass. And it's not an offer,
okay? It's just an interview.

And I should make it clear that I don't
sleep with anyone who works for me.

I learned that lesson the hard way.
There you go.

- Keith Winkleman.
- That's right.

If you're interested,
call me on Monday, all right?

- If I'm interested, then I will.
- All right.

- Hi, sweetie.
- You're with Patricia?

No, she's still up in her room.
I've been here for over an hour.

- Are you close by?
- Yeah. Turn to your left.

Hello, handsome man.

- Who was the mook?
- The mook?

Yeah, that tool
that was trying to fuck you.

Come on. He was harmless.

I guess it's fine.

You okay?

Well, they closed the deal.

So new owners, new chef, new everything.

- It's done.
- I'm sorry.

- Yeah.
- You knew it was coming.

I'll be fine.

Yeah. Of course you will.

We're gonna miss our reservation.

I'm gonna try shaming her out of her room.

Hey.

You look beautiful.

Is it too late to make
an adjustment to the menu?

I was thinking salmon
might be a nice second option.

Dinner's in two hours.

- Yes.
- That's not gonna happen.

Maybe we could just add
a second entrée option then.

- Without meat.
- No problem.

Yeah. Okay, amazing.

I can't wait. It's... I'm really excited.

Do you wanna get a drink afterwards?

I will try not to be a fuck-up. Okay.

You too. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Who was that?
- My new boss.

- What?
- No, I got a job.

- All right. With who?
- It's working with this fashion incubator,

and they just pay young designers
to come up with clothes for their store.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you very much.

You're not working for that douche bag?

- No. For this woman.
- But it's where he works, right?

He doesn't work there.
He just owns the company.

Why didn't you tell me you were up for it?
That's a little weird.

Because I thought you'd be mad,
which you are.

I'm not mad.
I just don't like that guy. That's all.

Why? He's been very professional.

- How was the banquet?
- Little old rich ladies who lunch.

They're killing me. They booked me again.

- That's really good. That's great.
- It's catering.

Cooking for private parties isn't catering.
You're working almost every day.

Yeah, but nobody knows how to eat anymore.
They all want gluten-free salads.

I might as well open a salad shop
and call it Salad Guy.

Exactly.

Do me a favor.

Tell this boss of yours...
what's his name?

- He's not my boss. Keith.
- Keith.

You tell him you're in love with a man
who owns an extremely sharp set of knives.

I guess we should celebrate.

- Hey, gorgeous.
- Hi.

Will's picking us up at 7:00. He wants to be
on the road to LA right after rush hour.

I'll be on time. I promise.

Hey.

I love you.

Me too.

- All right. I got to go.
- Okay. I'll see you at 9:00.

- What?
- Just kidding, dorko. I'll see you at 7:00.

Dorko.

This is Lola. Leave a message.

You know what? You guys should just go.

- Stop. We will wait.
- No, I got this. It's okay. Go ahead.

If something's up, we'll stick around.

Seriously, you guys go ahead. It's okay.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Where were you?

Baby, you okay?

- I was...
- What? What happened?

I... I think we should go inside.

Okay.

You need a...

You want one?

No.

Honey, listen to me.

- I know... I know you're upset, and...
- Do you want to have a seat?

I just wanna know you're okay.
I just wanna know what happened. That's all.

- Please?
- Can you please have a seat?

Okay. All right. Here.

I... I think that...

I made a mistake.

What kind of mistake?

Hello.

Hi. I'm looking for the owner
of this phone.

One second.

I'm with her right now.

I'm sure she'll be relieved.

- May I speak with her?
- By all means.

Who is it?

You.

Hello.

I'm calling from the concierge
desk at the hotel.

A guest said his girlfriend left
her phone in his suite. Is that you?

- Yes.
- This number keeps popping up

as a missed call. Hope your friend
doesn't mind we reached out.

No, it's fine.

And just for security purposes,
what hotel were you visiting?

- I was at the Encore.
- That's us.

You can pick it up at the concierge
any time. Have a lovely evening.

The Encore used to be the Desert Inn.

- Did you know that?
- No.

Well, that was a little before your time.

I was a saucier there for five years
at the best restaurant.

Sometimes after work, a rich woman
would take me up to her room, and...

The older ones,
they taught me how to fuck.

Oh, yeah. So I liked that hotel.

- Stop.
- "Stop"?

I'm just letting you know that I have
fucked some very beautiful women.

Good ones. They don't worry their mommy
is gonna steal me away from 'em.

Two hours ago, I would've crawled
through glass for you. And...

while I was worried sick, you were...

We're done.

No, Frank.

You were only with me
'cause you can't be alone. Right?

- I was alone when I met you.
- Oh, yeah? For what, 24 hours?

No. Of course not.

So you wait till we're together to start
fucking dudes in fancy hotel rooms.

Good plan.

Who was it?

It was... it was no one. It was...

- 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.

It's not true.

You are incredible.

You're a real man.

Oh, my God.

Thank you. A real man
would walk the fuck out of here.

No. Please. I'm not gonna
let you go without a fight.

Stop it. You're hurting me.

Look at me.

Don't stare at anyone.

Frank Riley?

Do you remember
when we had dinner with my mother?

She said she was staying
with someone in Paris called Alan.

Kind of. 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 wouldn't believe me.

You said his name is 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.

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 you hadn't...

if you hadn't...

I guess. I... I don't know.

It definitely, like, fucked me up though.

Frank?

- May I borrow you for a moment?
- Yeah. Sure.

This guys walks out, and she gets so...
boils over, and she follows him...

Everyone, this is Frank Riley,

our chef.

I should get back.

Of course.

This is blah, blah, blah from, you know...
from France or whatever,

- from some foreign country.
- Excuse me.

Maybe she likes cheese.

Hey, hey, Lolita!

- Hi.
- Hello.

I should have known that was your food.

- 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 fucker's date?

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Oh, my God. There he is.

Bro, you fucking crushed it.

That was phenomenal.
Believe me, I know about good food.

My dad owns fine-dining restaurants
in LA, so I 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 something?
You guys know each other?

This is my boyfriend, Frank Riley.
Frank, Keith.

Shut up. You're kidding me.
You have a boyfriend, and he cooks like this?

Are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me
about this guy? This dude's 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.

Frank had his own place. He's just
in between restaurants at the moment.

All right. Not for long,
'cause I'm gonna check around.

You know how Vegas is. These huge
casino joints keep opening and closing.

You really got to stay on top of it. I'll just
get your information from Lola, and...

I'll look around.

- Thanks, Keith. That'd be great.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna head back in, Lola.
So I'll see you in there?

- Cool. I'll see you in there.
- All right, for sure.

Well, that was pretty funny.

It's fucking 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 kind of owned his ass?

- Yep.
- So now he'll really try to fuck you!

Shit!

- Hey, baby.
- Yo, Frank. It's Keith.

- Who?
- Winkleman.

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. You got a sec?

You ever heard of Henri Ricard?

Of course.

Yeah, dude's got more three-star Michelin
restaurants than anyone in the world.

- Was that a question?
- Now, listen. My dad financed Chloe, right?

Ricard's spot in Santa Monica.
You ever heard of it?

Yeah. Yeah, I've been there.

Now we're all friends, and now he's
opened up a new spot at the Encore.

It's a big fucking 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, okay?

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 gotta improvise. I hope that's okay.

Wait a minute.

You... you what?

Yeah. You're cooking for Henri
fucking Ricard in three fucking days.

Don't worry about it. I took care
of the flights, the tickets and all that.

My commission's gonna come out of Ricard's
take. Show up and cook the meal of your life.

- Are you fucking with me?
- He says, "are you fucking with me?"

No, my man, I'm not. What do you think?

It's amazing. I don't know what to say.

Yes. Hey, listen, listen, man.
Thank me when it's all done, okay?

I got a good feeling about this.

All right.

You're gonna kill it out there,
one-handed or not.

Yeah.

- 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 fucking scumbag.

Then we'd be fine. I know it.

It's me.

I love you.

Don't forget that.

Good luck.

This is Lola. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.
I'm going into this thing, so...

I just wanted to call and say hey.

Anyway, call me.

I love you.

Mr. Riley?
I'm Charles, Mr. Ricard's attaché.

- Bonjour.
- The house is just across the Plaza.

- Let's walk.
- Okay.

All of 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.

- Okay.
- There'll be two people eating.

Hello, chef. I'm Khalil.

- Bonjour.
- Nice to meet you.

The basket.

All right, all right, all right.

I got this, man. I got this.

- Merci.
- Okay. Bon courage.

- Truffle?
- Oui.

Smell it.

- Great.
- Right?

Yeah.

Okay, chef.

Roast chicken?

Oui.

You know where you are, right?

Oui.

Bon appétit.

- You used truffle, yes?
- Yes.

- That was not the agreement.
- Yeah, I know.

Okay, I have an appointment.

You can show yourself out.
Thank you for your time.

Make me a report
of the ingredients that were used,

and prepare for the next candidate.

Bonsoir.

Okay. Come on, playboy. Try a martini.

- Your aim is getting better.
- I practice.

Yeah, practice your Martini, American style.
Much more important.

American style?

We like 'em dry in America.

Right.

Only a little bit.

Whiskey, s'il vous plaît.

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.

She left. I stayed.

Well, you don't seem
too broken up about it.

These things happen, I guess.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Très bien.

Merci, beaucoup.

Alan, right?

Yeah. You know, you look so familiar.
I'm trying to place it.

I know I've seen your face before.

No, I doubt that.

I got it.

You're Alan Larsson, right?

Yeah. Have we met?

No, I've seen your picture on the back
of your book. Your memoir.

I studied it in college in northwestern.

Really...

really fucking brainy stuff. Seriously.

Am I right?

Yeah. Oh, thanks for your kind words.

Hey, you know, I'd like to buy you
a drink if you don't mind.

Wait, don't be silly.
You're the one with the heavy heart.

It's not every day you run into a fan,
so cheers to that.

Cheers.

So...

if you're up to it,
I can show you around in Paris.

You know what?

Why the hell not?

So let's grab one more
and then have some fun.

Sounds good.

Make yourself comfortable.

So you live here alone?

Well, occasionally.

I'm married.

So I have this for when I need it...

if you catch my drift.

- Your wife doesn't mind?
- There are rules.

Certain behavior's permitted.

Certain behavior's not.

Cheers.

With other girls, right?

They have to remain strangers.

But my wife has the same privileges.
Just only lovers, no feelings.

You always play by the rules?

You have a lot of questions,
you know that?

- Oh, excuse me.
- No problem.

Hello?

Excuse me.

So, you read my book
at the Northwestern, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that makes sense.

I was an adjunct professor there
for a couple of years.

So where'd you live?

Off campus.

Let me guess.
Marty Summers taught you my book.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, Marty Summers.
He's a great guy.

Yes. Great.

You never went to Northwestern,
did you, Keith?

Why would you ask that?

What are the chances that an American
knowing my book so well?

And then just runs into me
here in Paris at my local bistro.

Marty Summers is my American accountant.

He's not a teacher.

Okay.

What do you want? What have I done to you?

You don't just rape a girl
and get away with it.

I never raped anyone in my whole life.

Now, who told you that?

- It doesn't matter.
- Of course it matters. It matters for me.

You have to give me
a chance to defend myself.

Queens, is that where you live?

So let me guess.

It's Las Vegas, right?

I'm starting to know
what this is all about.

Come on. Hey, hey.

Play with her.

Ask me nicely, Alan.

No. I'm not gonna ask you nicely.
Play with her. Do it.

Fine.

Keep going.

Now look at me. Both... both of you.

- I think I know what you want.
- No, you don't.

- Yeah, I do.
- No, you don't.

- Put it back on.
- Could you please put down your knife?

Put it back on.

You want us... to get rough?

You wanna see it really fucking rough?

You wanna be a part of it, but it's just
the two of us and I'd be left out.

No, I'm not getting left out.

Don't lie.

You want us to love it so much, and we will.
We're gonna fucking love it.

- Do you want me to give it to you rough?
- Yeah, I want you to give it to me.

Come here.

Come here, come here, come here.
Come here.

You asked me before
if I ever broke the rules.

I did once, with her.

So it was serious?

I mean, you...

It was real.

Yeah. Quite real.

And I'm dreadfully sorry
that you had to see the tape.

No man should be exposed to that.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I had no idea.

She can be very convincing.

Are you two still together?

- Who was the other girl?
- We met her at a club.

I was actually planning
dropping by there tonight.

Maybe you want to come along?

- Hello.
- Come on.

- Enjoy.
- Yeah.

So I have an early appointment.

- You'll be all right by yourself?
- Yeah, man, I'm fine.

I'm coming to Las Vegas
in a while for business.

Here's my card.
I stay at the Encore Hotel.

- Hey, Alan.
- What?

Thanks.

You aren't participating?

Not really my thing.

Then why are you here?

It's where I ended up.

If I'm gonna fuck,
I don't need an audience.

So what do you need?

A floor. A bed. Not this.

And that's why you're here?

To find someone and take her
somewhere more private?

I haven't decided yet.

Let me know if you do.

I might be able to help.

- How much?
- A hundred.

The restaurant I am planning is not small,

and there will be a lot of visibility.

You are very impressive in the kitchen...

but are you strong enough
for the pressure,

the responsibility
of what will be in front of you?

Oui.

Does the ride that just dropped you off
mean what I think it means?

- What?
- I was watching from the balcony.

Yeah. I got it.

Yes!

I knew that you would.

You hungry?

Yeah, sure.

Good. 'Cause I'm taking you out.

You saw him.

In Paris.

What did he tell you?

Come on. Let's eat later.

Do you have any idea...

what it's like to watch
the woman you love...

take orders like a little whore...

Down on her hands and knees...

Oh, what a beautiful cock.

He showed you the video.

He knew I was going to hurt him.

Because of what you said, you know.

He took me to his favorite club.

Did you go home with anyone?

Some rich lady and her friend.

So now I'm rotten.

So are you.

So is this.

I'll come back and get my shit tomorrow.

You said you'd be gone by 6:00.
It's nearly 7:00.

I just want to know what happened.

The truth.

You know?

Please.

He played you.

You got played.

What?

The woman who picked you up in the club...

what did she look like?

What difference does it make?

Did she live in the 7th, in a mansion?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's Claire. That's his wife.

Getting her to misbehave
allows him to do whatever he wants.

He's the one you fucked
in the hotel. Right?

Yeah.

Why?

Pour me a drink.

I went to Paris to study...

and Alan was the only person that I knew.

He said that I could have
the place all to myself.

And I remember my first night there.

I was sitting in the kitchen...

and I was looking out the window
over Paris, and I thought...

"For the first time,
I'm not surrounded by chaos."

And then I went to bed.

And when I woke up...

he had already tied my hands
and my feet to the bed.

It wasn't the rape...

and he did rape me...
that turned me into this...

this crazy person.

What fucked me up was that I didn't leave.

I stayed with him.

What fucked me up...

Was that I... fell in love with him.

I found out that I was pregnant.

And he just disappeared.

I freaked out
and started calling the house.

His wife said to me that if I...

got an abortion...

if I left France immediately she was going
to write me a check for $400,000.

So I came here a week later...

and that's when I met you.

And that morning...

he called me, and he was
begging me to let him apologize.

And I had...

I had no intention of fucking him.

And then I... I think...

I just... I think I shut down.

I just let him do it.

And when it was over...

I started to panic...

because all I could think about was you...

and what I just destroyed.

- Lola...
- I didn't think...

that you'd just take me back.

But you did.

Baby, why didn't you
just tell me this before?

Why did you track him down, Frank?

You said that what we have is rotten.

- And you're right.
- No.

I'm sorry. I'm so...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I... I just think that it's...
it's time...

that we let each other go.

No.

- You can...
- No.

You can leave your keys on the table.

The new shit comes Monday, right?

Sí, jefe.

You think you can handle
that delivery by yourself?

Yeah, no problem.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour, Charles.

- How's everything?
- Oh, yeah, we're here now. No, it's great.

It's perfect.

Well, I wanted to come to Paris
and cook Henri the complete menu.

- Yes, of course.
- Yeah.

- Très bien. When?
- I was thinking maybe next week.

Terrific.

Bravo, monsieur.

- What's your business here?
- I'm here to see Madame Le Tellier.

- Then give her a call.
- No, it's okay. I know him.

If I knew we would be talking
about that troublesome little girl,

I would not have invited you in.

I understand. I'm sorry, but...

I need to hear it from you.

- Because you don't trust her?
- Because I need to know that I can.

And if I don't want to discuss it?

That's up to you.

Yes, Alan got her pregnant.

And, yes, I gave her money to go away.

You can let yourself out.
And, please, don't come back.

He came to see her, you know. In Vegas.

- When?
- December.

December? He was on business in Chicago.

Oh, yeah?

You sure about that?

Alan can be reckless, but he's not a fool.

His heart is with me.

I was very clear about what would happen
if he made another mistake with her.

Well, why don't we pay him
a visit and let him prove it?

Impossible. He's traveling.

Business trip?

Chicago? Right?

When did he leave?

This morning.

Lola.

How's Vegas treating you?

I should have known it would be you.

Aren't you supposed to be in Chicago?

As far as Claire is concerned, I am.

You have a very trusting wife.

I do indeed.

- Keith...
- My name is Frank, not Keith.

This is my restaurant.

Want a drink?

Yeah, why not?

Have a seat.

Or not.

Well, you're very clever, Alan.
You're always one step ahead of me.

Oh, no knife this time.
You want to frisk me?

I should not have played that tape.
I'm sorry.

Oh, you loved showing me that tape.

Come on.

So, why are you here, man?

I mean, I know you want to fuck her,
but is it really worth all the...

Transatlantic travel?

- I don't think you'd understand.
- Why's that?

Because you're a fucking monkey who lies
to himself about what turns him on.

I'm not like that, and neither is Lola.

Lola needs to be left alone.

She deserves that,
after what we've put her through.

- Right.
- You're going to go back to Claire.

You're going to leave Lola alone.
And you're going to do it today.

And if I don't?

You will.

My wife is someone,
a thing, that I tolerate.

Lola is my prize.

Your flight's in four hours.

I'm sorry. That doesn't work.

You see all these?

They record sound too.

Claire gave me her e-mail address. She could
be watching all of this in less than an hour.

- Right.
- You're not 35 years old anymore.

Getting a little long in the tooth
for this shit. Don't you think?

Something to think about.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Just do yourself a favor, pops.
Get the fuck out of here.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

You got your passport?

Your fucking passport. Do you got it?

- Yeah.
- All right.

I'm going to drive you to the airport,
and you're gonna fucking disappear.

- Am I clear?
- You're clear.

Okay.

If somebody ate me, all my, like,
rage and my sexual,

you know, energy will go into that per...
and I got a lot of it, you know?

- Is she here yet?
- Nope.

Make sure there's a martini
waiting for her.

Yo, yo, yo. I want everyone
to stop for one second

and just look up here, pay your respects
to the man who made this all possible.

Frank Riley, everyone. Raise a glass.

Frank, you've really outdone yourself.

Cheers. Thank you, Frank.

All right, now, you just gotta do it, right?
Just toss it in there.

Thanks.

Look at you.

This is pretty cool, Frankie.
This is pretty fucking cool.

- Yeah, it's all right.
- I'm sorry that I'm late.

I'm used to it.

- They need you back there.
- Yeah, I gotta...

Go. I know. We can talk later.

Hazel will take care of you.

What should I order?

The first meal I ever made you.
It's on the menu.

So, I got some other good news.

Okay.

I'm back to being me.

That psycho... I sent him home.

That's 'cause I'm not around.

That's not true.

Lola...

Why do you want me back?

Because all the reasons to stay away...
they don't work.

And every day I tell myself,
"Yeah, you blew it."

"Get over it."

And every morning when I wake up,
first thing I think of is you.

Do you still love me?

I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

It's your... big day.

Now it's your triumph.
It's so well-deserved.

I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna go get changed...

and you think about it.

And if you're here when I come back...

I'll have my answer.

Okay?

Okay.

I'll be back.