Paparazzi

We're on the red carpet tonight

for the premiere of Adrenaline Force.

This is Bo Laramie's

breakout role...

in what is certain to become

a very popular action franchise.

Take a look at the crowd

behind me.

They have been completely ignited by

the anticipation of Laramie's arrival.

Oh, my God,

this is huge, babe.

It's a long way from

pounding nails in buildings.

- Do you know all these people?

- No, son. I don't know any of'em.

- I think they think they know you, Dad.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

Okay, honey, I want you to go

out there and have a good time.

- Okay. I love you.

- I'm proud of you. You've worked hard.

- Hey. You ready, Bo?

- Yeah. I'll see you guys in a little bit.

- Buddy, give me five. Huh?

- Go get 'em, Dad!

Whoa.

- Good luck tonight, Bo.

- Thanks.

Bo. Your first action film.

How are you feeling tonight?

Aw, man, this is

all new to me, you know.

I'm just- really just

trying to enjoy it. You know?

And, uh, I'm excited.

This is- It's unreal.

- Your fans are waiting. Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.

Bo! Bo! Bo!

Hey, Bo, can you sign this?

- Right here?

- Thanks, man.

- Over here.!

- Shake his hand.! Shake his hand.!

Whoa. What a night.

Unreal.

Six months ago, I couldn't get

arrested with a fresh corpse and a smoking gun.

And today I'm the, uh, "it"guy?

But you can't buy into that.

That's an illusion.

That's not real.

You know, there are

primitive tribes that believe...

you lose a piece of your soul

every time your picture's taken.

After last night,

it's a wonder I have any left.

- Bo Laramie.

- Hold that thought.

- It is!

- Oh, my God!

That's him!

That never happened

in high school. Never.

That's an illusion.

It's not real.

Life is good.

I guess I'm just gonna

keep doin'what I'm doin'..

until somebody figures out

I really don't know what I'm doin'

Yeah,you know, that makes sense.

That sounds like a plan.

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey, Dad.

- What's up?

- Mom says you run so you won't get fat.

- Is that true?

- Is that what she said? Really?

Well, you know what?

Your mother's right again.

That's it. Everything we have

fits in half a cabinet.

I love this house.

- You sure it's ours?

- It's ours, beautiful.

- It's ours.

- How was your run?

Good enough that the fat man and his family

can go get some muffins on the way to soccer.

- Muffins!

- Did you give our secret away?

- Yeah.

- No!

Okay, I'm gonna put you

in the cabinet.

- Hey, Bo.

- How are you, Sierra? What's goin' on?

- Hi, Zach.

- Hi, Sierra.

- Hi, Rusty.

- The usual?

You know what, give us three of the blueberry

and two coffees, will you please?

Sure. I saw this huge billboard

of you going up on Sunset.

I know. It's wild, isn't it?

- Excuse me. You're Bo Laramie, aren't you?

- Mm-hmm.

What's your name?

- Oh, I'm Emily, from Ohio.

- Nice to meet you, Emily from Ohio.

Thanks. Could I get

your autograph?

Yeah, absolutely.

Where would you like me to sign?

Right across your crotch

would be great.

Hey, Zach,

let's go, buddy.

- Where'd you get this?

- They just put 'em out at the grocery store.

- Thank you!

- Yeah.

Hold this, will you, bud?

- Just keep the change. Thank you, Sierra.

- Thanks.

- See ya.

- Bye, Sierra.

- We're naked. Can they do this?

- They did, Abby.

How dare they put Zach

on the cover of a magazine?

There are so many creeps out there.

I- He's a minor. Is this legal?

I'm gonna call Gill,

and I'm gonna find out. All right?

God, Bo.

My principal, the teachers.

My kids' parents.

What are they gonna think?

I'm sorry you're being

put through this, Abby.

Why is Daddy in a magazine with

a black thing covering his pee-pee?

- You ready to play some soccer today, buddy?

- Yeah!

Here you go!

- How's it going, buddy?

- Great.

- Morning, guys.

- Good morning.

- Hey, listen. Thanks for those tickets.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

You got it, bro. All right, now.

Only one thing matters, right?

I know, Dad.

Have fun.

Okay.

I'll be right back, sweetie.

Hey.

How you doin', Bo?

All right.

What are you doin'?

I'm about to watch

a soccer game.

How's Zach doin' this morning?

He's a good-lookin' boy.

He's got a birthday comin' up,

doesn't he?

You want to take a picture of me?

I'm right here, okay?

Take a few shots. 'Cause you had

no right taking pictures of my son.

That's a point of law,

Mr. Laramie.

I have every right to take pictures

of whoever I want in a public park.

- Yes, I do.

- Not without my consent you don't, all right?

- Now, come on.

- Look. Things have changed.

You're somebody now.

You better get used to this.

- Oh, yeah? I'm somebody now?

- Yes, you are. You're somebody now.

- Now your game's about to start.

- It's a security risk.

I'm asking you nicely,

and I'm saying please.

Don't take pictures

of my son.

Okay. Okay.

- You got it, Bo.

- Thank you. I appreciate it.

I understand.

Sure thing, famous guy.

- Good job, buddy.

- You were awesome.

- Thanks, Mom.

- I'm proud of you, son. You did a great job, buddy.

You did a great job.

Son of a b*tch.

Take him to the car.

Bo!

What did I tell you? I said don't take

another goddamn picture of my family.

- You understand that? Not one more.

- Yeah? Kid takes a nice picture.

Won't bring half as much as the ones I have

of Abby changing Zach's clothes.

The steamy ones... by the pool.

Oh, yeah?

- Huh?

- Is that Bo?

Oh, are you gonna pay.

Smile, Bo.

You get that?

- Ooh, in living color, chief.

- Cops are on their way.

- Bo!

- Hey, Bo.

Hey, big shot.!

Enjoy what's left of your weekend.

Let's go make some money.

Oh, yeah? huh?

Wow. We're told Laramie was released

late Saturday afternoon...

ordered to attend

anger-management classes...

as part of a plea agreement.

His people tell us the assault charges

will likely be dropped...

in lieu of a settlement

that could easily cost...

the rising star

half a million dollars.

The victim, 34-year-old Rex Harper...

is also demanding a public apology.

Our very own Giuliana

caught up with Bo...

on the set of

his new action movie.

- Giuliana?

- Thanks, Patrick.

- And thank you for agreeing to sit down with me.

- Thanks for having me.

Bo,just so we understand

what happened...

you became angry

at some photographers...

after they were taking pictures of you

at a weekend soccer game?

Mr. Harper was

taking pictures of my son.

I politely asked him to stop,

and he didn't.

So you hit him?

Well, there's a little bit

more to it than that, but,yeah.

This guy is nothing

but a low-class parasite.

- Your parasite's right here.

- He's never gonna get an apology from me.

And ifhe knows what's good for him,

he'll stay away from me and my family.

- Can you believe this prick?

- Strong words.

Yeah.

Yeah. I gotta go.

Laramie, I'm gonna destroy your life

and eat your soul...

and I can't wait to do it.

Well, here's one for ya.

You're lucky.

Real lucky.

Ajudge orders me to spend

$400 an hour on therapy...

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