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that I don't need,

and that makes me lucky?

You're lucky

you're not in jail.

You're not

in Montana anymore, Bo.

Anger management is not about

upgrading from a 20 to a 12-gauge.

The point is...

you're carrying belief systems

from a previous life...

that don't fit

your new reality.

Some of your old values

may not be valuable anymore.

Not here, not now.

Well, I disagree.

You don't mess

with a man's family.

And I'm not gonna change

who I am...

to suit my environment

or your expectations.

I got to where I am

by doing things my own way.

Oh, I think the judge

would agree with you.

That's not what I meant, but-

No, I know that.

Look, your, uh-

your time here-

it's gonna give you the tools to better

deal with situations like last Saturday's.

And I'm considerably cheaper

than Mr. Harper.

- All right. Is that it?

- For now, yes.

And, uh, if you have a problem,

I want you to call me.

All right.

Thank you.

I'll see you next week.

Thanks, Phil.

Clear.

Must be cold as hell this time of year.

- Huh?

- Switzerland.

- What do you mean?

- It says here-

This came out of the U.K., so it must

be true- "Unnamed sources say...

"Laramie chartered

a private jet to Switzerland.

"While there the young star reportedly

underwent a penile enhancement...

surprising his wife with it

on her birthday. "

- Nice, huh?

- You give it a name? "Big Bo"? "The Albatross"?

- Something sexy for the bedroom, to keep it fun.

- I'm going to.

- Bo, can we get you for a lineup in here?

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, no problem.

- It's nice, how they caught me.

- Yeah.

- Y-You want to show it to me?

- Can't keep anything a secret these days.

You got the work done,

you might as well let people see it.

If it's big like that,

w- why would you want to hide it?

Be nicer to him. Things have changed

around here. Take a look.

Oye.

Amigos.

You got the stuff, huh?

S.

Thank you.

Muchas gracias, amigos. Merci.

Sure, man.

- Pinche americano, est loco.

- Este buey est zafado.

Nice legs.

What time do they open?

Does that usually work

where you come from?

- Yeah, a couple of times.

- Leave!

Now!

- Can you believe that guy?

- I thought he was kind of cute.

Loser.

- And you're considering this?

- All I'm saying is they called.

Those schmucks over at Web Pics are turning

this friggin' business into a trout farm.

Celebrities getting approval over

paparazzi's photos? That's bullshit!

The public wants raw and real,

and that's what we give them.

Let me tell you something,

my friends.

We're the last of the real hunters.

I'll drink to that.

Like those shots you got of Lopez.

Now, they were the sh*t.

- And you are a dog.

- Damn straight. I made bank on 'em too.

I spent three nights

hidin' in that tree.

Ants crawlin' all over my ass.

I picked her off with a thousand mil

from 120 yards out.

It was beautiful.

Yeah. Too bad

it wasn't really Lopez.

Nobody knows that.

Let me tell you something, Kevin.

Don't start sweatin'

the small stuff,okay?

Or you'll get soft, end up like the rest of

those pussies working at the agencies.

Hey, I'm here, ain't I?

Hanging with you and Rex,

who is, by the way, still the king.

Hundred and five thousand dollars

for that shot of Clooney in the woods.

Ohh-hoo.

Yeah, Clooney's been

a real gold mine.

- How'd it go, huh?

- She's a lesbian.

Really?

I'm gonna get

a second opinion.

God, you get

a lot of lesbians.

- Let's go.

- Excuse me.

- Buy you another round?

- Yeah.

Hey, Dan- Dana.

- I guess you can afford it.

- What's that supposed to mean?

You think I wouldn't

recognize the guy...

that siphoned half a million dollars

out of Bo Laramie?

Hey, I saw you

get your ass kicked on TV.

Look,

I'm a photojournalist.

- I was doing my job.

- Mm-hmm.

I was assaulted,

and justice was served.

With the exception

of Laramie's apology to me.

I like reading the tabloids.

I think they're fun.

- I think you're drunk.

- I think you're cute.

Your pictures

hurt people.

Do they?

The irony-

- Marcy.

- Marcy...

is everyone wants to have steak,

but nobody wants to date the butcher.

My job is to provide

a window of reality for society.

It's up to them whether they want

to look through it or not.

Come on.

Have you ever bought a tabloid?

- Guilty as charged.

- Don't feel guilty. Guilty's bad.

I mean, everyone wants

to have a-

little peek, huh?

See?

It's human nature.

Look, there's a-

there's a premiere tonight...

and an after party

I'm covering.

Come with me, as my guest...

and, um, see things

from an entirely different perspective-

mine.

Hey, do a shot with me

and then tell me your story.

I'm a good listener.

- Really?

- Uh-huh.

Listen to this-

No.

What do you say, Marcy?

You want to have a little adventure?

- It's beautiful. You should come and see it.

- Yeah?

So, when-

Saturday, can you come? Or-

- Saturday would be great.

- Hey, Bo. How's it going, mate?

- Good to see you again. Remember me?

- Good to see you.

London press junket.

You were sitting next to me in the pub.

There was that beautiful bird

on your lap and-

- Oh, sorry, man. Is that your wife?

- Get out of here.

- Sorry.

- Get out of here.

- What the hell was that?

- Some jackass.

Hey. She bite?

- There's no way the little missus ignores that.

- Great. Let's roll.

Come on, let's go!

- Road trip.

- Wait! Aren't we going in?

You want to tell me

what's bothering you, honey?

I just think it's interesting,

that's all.

- You were in London last spring.

- Right.

My girlfriends at home

get jealous...

if somebody winks at their husband

at the company Christmas party.

Half the civilized world

wants my husband.

How do you think

that makes me feel?

You know what that guy said tonight

is bullshit, right?

- Yeah, I know.

- Okay.

I guess it's all just new to me, you know?

It's new to me too, honey.

And I'm-

You know, every day I'm learning.

Abby!

Bo! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!

- Look at me.!

- Hey, Bo! Big shot!

- Look at me!

- I can't see a thing.

Bo.! Bo.!

Bo, slow down!

- Daddy!

- It's all right, son. It's okay.

Son of a b*tch!

Takin' the front!

Okay, Leonard. Box him in.

Hold on!

Len.! Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Hello, sweetie.

Yeah, there's been a terrible accident

on, uh, 5th and Flower.

We need an ambulance.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Marcy.

Hey, honey.

Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Come on.

Everything's fine. There's an ambulance

on the way already.

They're not hurt that bad.

We'll go back on my boat and have a drink.

- Okay? I'll be right back.

- All right.

- Okay? Okay?

- Okay.

Let's go. Clear out. We're finished here.

Go! Go! Go! Come on!

Go!

Hi.

How is she?

She's in recovery.

I had to remove her spleen.

The next few weeks will be very difficult, Bo.

She'll be in a lot of pain.

We'll manage that with medication,

watch her very carefully.

Now, let's talk about

your little guy here.

He's stable.

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