Paparazzi Page #3

His vitals are good.

But comas are

a tricky thing, Bo.

All we can do is wait.

Okay.

- Can we be left alone?

- Absolutely.

Thank you, Doctor.

Daddy.!

- You taped me?

- Mm-hmm.

The wine- You mu-

You must have put something in it-

Obviously it made you

quite amorous.

It's a shame, Marcy,

you don't remember it.

Still going to the police to tell them who

caused Laramie's accident? Think again!

Not only will I attach that

to every porno site on the Internet...

I will make sure it finds its way to

your father's desk at the State Department.

You wouldn't-

You wouldn't do that.

You don't see my face on that screen.

Do you, Marcy?

Now go- go to the police! See if I'm bluffing!

Get out of my goddamn house!

Get out of here.

Hey there, little guy.

I'm gonna come back

and see you every day, okay?

It's okay, honey.

He can hear you, sweetie. All right?

Okay.

One second, honey.

I'm gonna go out and talk to

the detective. I'll be right back.

Honey, wake up and you can

have whatever you want.

- Hi, Bo.

- How are you, Detective?

I tracked down those paparazzi guys you

told me about. Brought 'em in one at a time.

- They all came up with the same story.

- Oh, yeah? What story's that?

Well, they never deny

following you.

They say they drove up

on the accident...

called 911 and never left

until help arrived.

Detective, that's bullshit.

You hear me?

Come on, man.

Give me a break, will ya?

I'm just tellin' you what I got.

Until I find someone who saw

somethin' different, that's all I have.

What about the, uh, other driver?

He died late last night.

He never regained consciousness.

I'm sorry, Bo. But listen, if there's

a witness out there, I'm gonna find him.

Believe me.

I'm all over this one, Bo.

I appreciate it.

The victim died, Bo.

What now?

Did you mean to kill him, Bo?

Nice driving.

- Stellar Agency. Please hold.

- That's for pickup, Sara.

Bo, taking these paparazzi to court

is only gonna cause more headlines.

Let it go. We've got bigger

problems to deal with.

The studio says we get back to work or they

will be forced to shut down the picture.

Five weeks, Bo. They're losing

a tremendous amount of money.

The bond company is now threatening to

go after you. And your production company.

Technically, you weren't hurt.

- What'd you say?

- Uh, Bo, you're upset.

You don't know sh*t.

I'm sorry.

So, what do you want us to do, Bo?

And that's a cut. Excellent!

Well done.

Whoo. Way to do it.

Way to do it.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

All right.

That's a wrap, everybody.

We'll pick it up here

tomorrow morning.

What you got,Jay?

Just a bunch of crap.

Oh, man.

"Laramie's wife on drugs. "

"Star too busy to notice. "

Mr. Laramie?

I'm Reggie, Aegis Security.

- Hey, Reggie.

- The studio sent me to keep an eye on things.

I'll be on set for the rest of the show.

Well, I could use you.

- Hey, Bo. No soccer with Zach this mor-

- Hey.

- Oh, my God.

- No, that's okay.

- Oh, no, no, no. I'm so sorry.

- Sierra.

- I can't believe I just said that.

- Sierra, look at me. Sierra?

Zach will be fine, okay?

- Okay.

- All right?

Goddamn it.

Hey!

What are you gonna do, hit me too?

Man.

Yeah. That's bullshit, man!

Yeah, Beverly Hills.

Let me have the number for

a Dr. Jennifer Kelley, please.

Whoa!

Hey!

- Help me.!

- I'm comin', man. Hold on!

You got to help me. Please!

Laramie! Oh, God.

Help me! Hurry!

Hurry!

I'm here.

- Sit up.

- Help me. Reach. Reach! Reach! Reach!

- Give me your hand.

- Hurry up.

Give me your hand.

What are you trying to do,

kill me?

- Shut up and give me your goddamn hand!

- Damn! Oh, my God!

Help me.! Please.!

Hold on, man.

Hurry!

Oh, God! You- You think we were up your

ass before? I'm gonna own you now, slick.

- What'd you say?

- Just pull me up!

Pull me up.

Come on. Pull me up. Hurry!

Pull me up! Now! Now!

I'm startin' to feel much more

in control of my anger.

Well, that's quite a leap in progress.

Especially considering your recent tragedy.

Yeah.

Well, I can't let the fact that

four paparazzis nearly killed my family...

affect my behavior, now, can I?

What do you mean by that, Bo?

Well, you asked me to work

on something, and, uh, I did.

Well, surely you must have

some feelings about what happened.

I feel cheated.

I'm angry.

Blessed.

All at the same time.

What's this?

Ajournal.

I want you to start recording specific events

that prompt your anger...

and how you dealt with them

in the moment.

Doing this will help you

put a face on your problems.

My problems already

have faces, Dr. Kelley.

Well, then you're moving

in the right direction.

Let this journal become

a sanctuary for you, Bo.

My clients are having

great success with it.

Really?

This sh*t happens way too often.

This kid never even hit the brakes.

- This guy ain't no kid. He's close to 40.

- They call 'em Rolex riders.

They hang out in Beverly Hills,

wear expensive leathers.

Same guy cuts all their hair.

Pity. He was cute.

Hey, fellas.

Detective Burton, S.I.S.

- You boys mind if I sniff around?

- Knock yourself out, Detective.

Hey, why's Special Investigations...

sending a D-2 down

to a traffic accident?

Well, I heard your victim's name

on the radio.

He was part of a case

that I've been working on.

It's probably nothing.

I just thought I'd look around.

Here you go, sweetie.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

- Anything else?

- Mm-mmm.

I'm fine.

Okay.

One second.

All right?

- Hello.

- Oh, hi, Bo. It's Detective Burton.

- Hey, Detective.

- I hope I'm not bothering you.

No, no, no.

We just got back from the hospital.

- Any change?

- No, no. No change.

But thanks for asking.

So, what's up?

Well, you remember that guy

Kevin Rosner?

He was killed earlier today

in a motorcycle accident.

The- The name

sounds familiar. Wh-

He was one of the photographers

that was involved in your accident.

Oh.

Well, that's too bad, isn't it?

I just thought you'd like to know.

Yeah, well, I appreciate you calling.

Okay.

Bo!

All right.

Okay.

Chrissy!

Hey, baby.

Hey. What do you got?

Just like I expected. Cops refused

to release Kevin's personal effects.

- Then what are we doin'-

- Would you let me finish? I said I expected it.

So I slapped 'em with a bogus power

of attorney. They didn't have any choice.

Ready for the good news?

Cheryl.

Do you mind, love?

Check this out.

Kevin.!

Even in death,

they can't shut him up.

Hey, Cheryl. Call Richard.

Tell him to hold the cover.

Hello, Debra.

Can you get me through to Richard?

We got something here.

We need to speak with him now.

Bo?

- Bo! Howdy.

- Hey, Detective.

- How are you?

- Good. How you doin'?

Okay. Good to see you.

Yeah, things are good.

- You want a cup of coffee?

- I'd love one. Thanks.

- Let's take a walk. I'll show you around.

- Okay.

Listen, the other day after I hung up with you

I did some digging around.

We're dealing with

real scumbags here, Bo.

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