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F*ggot photographers.

One day I'll kill one.

Thanks.

Verdier here. You know what to do.

It's Dd at the Fox. Not in?

Where are you? I'm waiting.

You want the 20,000 or not?

Two pictures!

Get your ass down here.

What?

Kill myself over that a**hole?!

- A half hour ago...

- That was a half hour ago.

I was going to L.A.

Yeah? To "make" who?

Could you tell your playmates

to get off my ass?

Not my playmates.

As for this guy, he's out.

He's out.

He is gorgeous.

If you like Boys' Band, hairless,

X-small teeshirts.

Right now, he's doing some model.

A Rumanian or Bulgarian,

I don't know...

First the cold war, now it's models!

Looks like an endive.

And she does bra commercials!

Guy's a lowlife, a starfucker.

What's that mean?

I'm only loveable cause I'm famous?

You wanted fame.

See who I got before I was a star?

- Nice.

- Sorry, Michel.

I'm running off at the mouth.

Stay a while?

- Cell phone?

- Busy.

- The other line.

- Busy.

You don't remember me...

- Where's Michel?

- Los Angeles.

Damn. You a photographer?

So come on in.

The guy is Akram El Kabouli.

Lebanese, loaded.

It's his birthday. Wants it known

he's rich and rubs shoulders.

Take pictures. Pays 20,000.

We split it 50-50.

- Name?

- Frank Bordoni.

Akram, my photographer friend,

Frank. Best there is.

Good. You're the photographer?

Beautiful, beautiful.

Samir, take care of him.

Here's 20,000.

You get us VSD, Gala or Match,

there's 100,000 more.

Where's your camera?

- No camera?

- Sure I do. Here.

You're shooting with that?

All the paparazzis use them.

You're the pro.

Wait for the cake.

All right.

What did he tell you?

Pictures get in Match or Gala,

it's 20 more.

- 50-50, Dd.

- Great, Frankie.

- How you doing?

- I know you?

I was here with Michel Verdier.

He's a king-size a**hole.

You a photographer, too?

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

Could you help me?

I don't recognize everyone.

Who's the blond next to Akram?

His wife Pamela.

Facelifts pay.

She does all his friends.

And the guy there?

One of the friends. A banker.

Know what a bank is?

Ah, Farrugia!

Who's the fat guy with the beard?

The Nobodys. You been in a coma

for thirty years, or what?

Here's to Farrugia!

You the new flunky?

Whose flunky?

Verdier's. Nice guy.

Never a thank you.

He's straight with me. Helped me.

Yeah, I noticed. He'll help you.

He'll help you plenty.

He'll help you hard and dry.

Hey, smartass.

Heard the one

about the headbutt?

D*ckhead.

Now you got 104.

Your turn.

Shitty, your El Kabouli pix.

Someone had to do it.

Who asked you? I gave you 1000 F

to park my car. We're even.

- Where's my car?

- Over there.

Give me the keys.

- Pictures that bad?

- Out-of-focus. They suck.

They're paparazzi shots.

The lab guys busted a gut.

My rep!

You got a nerve.

That's my jacket.

You go to my house?

Why'd you cancel L. A?

You my girlfriend now?

This is for you, right?

We going to your place?

You're my girlfriend now.

I'm going to my place.

No, well, I mean...

I left some loose ends

at your place.

What is this crap?

That's my teeshirt.

- Bndicte...

- I know her.

Out, both of you. Now!

Didn't say it was this jerk's place.

I didn't know.

Patrice, from Rent-a-Boat,

Saint-Tropez. I got a lead...

Give me 500.

Want me to lend you 500?

No, give me 500.

Why?

For my guy, it's free.

Otherwise, 500.

Whatever. I need my 500.

She a whore?

She would've asked for money.

Of course.

It's Sandra. Thanks,

you're a real friend.

New phone service?

You pay and they talk nice.

What's she want?

Get out.

Know who R.R. Is?

Funny thing about initials.

It's weird, but R.R.

Is Michel Verdier.

Like me, Frank Bordoni.

Initials are L.S. Little Schmuck.

You going to punch

R.R.'s lights out?

Not really.

Hey, 2 covers in 2 weeks.

Bruce Willis'd be jealous.

He's not a night watchman.

Neither are you.

Anything else?

Cause I got a job.

Guy's getting his bandages off.

Interested?

How do you know?

Got a cell phone?

Who doesn't?

Xavier and I share one.

- Who's the guy?

- F1 pilot.

Venturi? He was a mummy!

I took the pictures.

You did? Wow.

No. 400,000!

Give me a number in 3 figures.

Three-fifteen.

Yes, Room 315 please.

Anesthesiology here.

No food or drink

before the operation.

Left leg amputation.

This is Mrs. Mansart?

Sorry, Mrs. Dumez.

Very, very sorry.

Scared her.

Awesome.

Mrs. Dumez is in room 315?

My grandmother.

Turn off your cell phone, please.

Yeah. Interference.

You don't know the code,

it's over.

I dreamed of getting one.

- 1,000?

- 1,500 with the badge.

Awesome.

Come here.

- It's that way.

- Watch and learn.

What're you doing?

Stocking up. Some starlet

has a kid, I got the pix.

Whose babies are they?

Just babies. They're all alike.

Hang on... you never know.

- Hello, Mrs. Dumez.

- Don't move.

She won't.

You OK, Grandma?

Your grandma's riding high.

Gotcha.

Sh*t. Got to go down there.

See? Isn't it nice to take a walk?

He's over there.

Come on.

Hey, easy. Slow down!

Hurt yourself?

Gorgeous.

Where's the camera?

Hat's off. Awesome.

Yeah, perfect.

Are we going for a walk, or not?

Otherwise, take me back.

I'm going to miss my meal.

Take care of her,

or we'll stand out.

Stop belly-aching, Grams.

I don't eat, I can't nap.

No nap, I'll be asleep at 6.

I'll wake up too early tomorrow.

At noon, I'll be asleep again.

Then what?

I miss The Young and the Restless!

Let's go, buddy.

Now. Make him walk.

F***in' A. Feeding time!

- What?

- She's real calm.

Great.

It looks like she's sleeping.

Hello.

Michel, is she asleep?

Fast asleep.

Looks like

she's gonna sleep the day away.

What do we do?

Hey, she's your grandmother.

See you next week, Grandma.

She's lucky. She missed lunch.

Not bad, huh?

They bid higher than Guess What

will you sell Venturi?

Can't sell Wednesday.

Why not?

Dachari's deadline's Thursday.

Wednesday you get 50.

Make him wait, he'll go 80.

You made 30 thou.

- All right?

- All right.

How much you giving me?

So money-hungry!

- 5,000?

- Right, sure.

Hey, I tried. 100,000?

Awesome.

May I? We're running late.

- Where's this going?

- 27 countries.

Boggles the mind.

Claudia Schiffer in a nighty,

with teddy bears.

What's the world coming to?

we're going to clean up.

- How are you?

- You're doing better.

- Wanted to see me?

- Two seconds.

That's not much.

Why her?

I go where the money is.

She won't buy.

She hates you.

Smart guy.

You study psychology?

No, why?

Well?

Sorry. Not still mad?

Sure am.

What can I do?

I don't know.

Ask forgiveness, take me out.

Some token of love.

I got something.

What? Bodies in Bosnia?

Zaire refugees? Algerian women?

Chris Venturi walks. Global.

This is hot. I kept it for you.

That's the token of your love?

He tries to walk, falls.

It's great.

He's with... orderlies.

He learns fast.

But they catch him. Awesome.

Scuzz.

Excuse me.

Come on.

- You're too good for that.

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