France Page #6

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Hi, Robert.

What's with the suit, the dog?

On a stakeout?

- What?

- Picture of happiness.

El Kabouli. That's his wife.

That must be the lover.

- How'd you get it?

- Frank took them.

You a messenger now?

- He's a friend.

- A friend?!

What is it, you have a breakdown?

I'm just fine.

So fine I can't stand you.

I'm sick of you.

- I might quit.

- You?

No papers, no readers, no stars,

no money, you'd keep doing it.

Michel? Where are you?

Me? I'm home.

Yeah. No, cause Nicolas' asleep.

Rollerblading all day...

Tip? Nice of you.

Guy wants to beat you up.

Me? Why?

Cause you're a slimy scumbag.

Dirt. A piece of sh*t.

Isn't that right?

Michel, I swear. It wasn't me.

I said hands off.

What is this mess?

You taught me.

Look what I found.

They're yours. I could use them.

But I won't. They're yours.

Stop the dog.

Might be some important stuff.

Stop, doggy.

Look at you.

I know your life.

Scrounge around,

lie all the time,

lose your wife.

Sh*t on everyone,

get treated like sh*t.

Anything else on her?

You got more dirt?

What?

Want some more? Here.

The bathroom.

Here's my schedule. It's all there.

Concerts,

hotels. Dinner with Benjamin.

Number of the restaurant.

Thursday's dentist. We're platonic.

He might be, you know...

Look into it.

Coming, Caramel?

Wait, Sandra!

- I came with the dog.

- I'm not stupid!

Only you knew where I was.

Tell him to be more discreet.

I spotted him at the hotel.

She's lying!

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

Where's the fag dentist?

It's Alien, I got to break the eggs.

She got it wrong.

I wasn't there, I swear.

- Anything else on her?

- No, I swear.

What else?

You know me.

- You want money?

- Hey, come on.

That's 40,000.

You know me.

I sold your El Kabouli pix.

Could've screwed you, I didn't.

I'm warning you.

You hurt her,

I hurt you real bad.

Don't worry, I got it covered.

Sue us cause she's with him?

She should sue

for those sorry tits!

For a model, that's malpractice.

Robert, I got a problem

for the Bartok shot.

The shot? It's coming out Monday.

Unless you get the Pope in a pool

with Madonna, that's the cover.

It's a story in pictures.

I love you, I love you not.

It's a top series.

So what's wrong?

I don't want Verdier

to know I took them.

Anyone asks, it was R.R.

R. R?

Yeah. R.R.

Sandra, it's Kruger.

I pled your hearing today.

They won't recall it,

but we get a 50,000 F indemnity

and the usual legal statement

on the cover.

I think we did pretty well.

Mrs. Bartok, it's Gisle.

Disaster. The stain spread.

It's blackberry or red currant.

The jacket's ruined.

I'm sorry. Come by the shop,

we'll work it out.

It's Benjamin.

Sorry you found out that way.

It really sucks. I'm sorry.

It's Michel.

F***!

I know.

Look, I left 4 or 5 messages.

She doesn't answer.

Could you go, Charlotte?

Keep me posted.

I got to go.

Where'd he say he was?

Rome.

That's Rome.

It's your job to screw up

other people's lives.

I'm doing this to save his.

I wish someone had done it for me.

He's 15 years ahead.

That's not fair.

Years I was a prick,

I never got hit.

I decide to change.

I'm honest 2 hours, I get slapped.

No, it's not fair!

Right, it's not fair.

One slap isn't enough.

Hello.

- Three?

- Right. Three.

I just found out, too.

Cognac, please.

Tell her we were 3?

Evelyne Bordoni.

Your name?

Bndicte.

Well now, she is very pretty.

My heavens.

And long! Legs, all that...

And the... What a piece.

Must be great in bed.

You never know.

Some hot babes can't f***.

And some homemakers

got the Cleopatra grip.

Stop it.

- Your wife?

- Yeah, but...

So let her talk.

If you're happy, if you love him,

I won't stand in the way.

I won't cloy, I'm not the type.

You're a real jerk.

Sorry, I wasn't told.

Won't be my last slap.

I'm a paparazzi.

Goes with the money.

It's my life. I'm a hunter.

I'm no civil servant, 9 - 5.

The prey's in the woods at 5 a.m.

You make enemies.

I'll have plenty.

Yes. Me.

Since the money,

you give nothing else.

So choose.

Paparazzi, or your family.

Be right there.

Get in.

I'll drive you.

Where?

Hospital.

At the morgue, for 5,000,

Didier'll open the drawer.

Safari shots OK?

Good for National Geographic.

Little tit, some pubies.

Can't a guy kid around, Nicole?

Sh*t! ...No, I lost

my parking ticket.

See you in a half hour.

I love you, darling.

Lost my ticket.

How are you?

Got a minute?

Come in.

How's it hanging, man?

Working here?

Yeah.

You?

I'm at Magma. Nature Dept.

Jungle, birds...

Nicole and I got married.

Great.

Sandra OK?

Saw the baby pictures. Yours?

Not mine, no. But she's fine.

It's weird,

we haven't spoken much.

Evelyne?

Had another boy.

Right, not really yours.

Not at all mine.

Had him with another guy.

But you're OK?

I found my groove,

my element.

You happy?

Very, yes.

Take a look.

Cameras all over.

Every floor is filmed.

Jeez.

It's her.

You never stopped?

I'm a parking attendant.

For the day.

Sorry, lost my ticket.

That's not good.

I'll let it go, for you.

Thank you.

Could I just say one thing?

We really like what you do.

If only everyone

were as nice as you.

Don't lose her!

Stay on her tail!

I just drop you off.

- Who's arguing?

- So it's clear.

She gets out,

I drop you, I go.

- No problem.

- No problem.

What you using?

- Opens to what?

- 35 - 56

With this light,

use the 200. Opens to 1.8,

you stop it up 2.

No.

- Yeah.

- Not 2.

- Yeah, 3.

- Practically.

Feels like airport. Ergo,

crowds. Ergo, depth of field.

Use the 200, you're cool.

You're the pro.

Do what the f*** you want.

No, I hear you.

What kind of film?

Kodak. I'm real Kodak.

Me, too. I'm Kodak myself.

See? We agree.

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