Paparazzi Page #2

See my puss?

I see a photo in a magazine,

you got my puss in your face!

Got that?

Let's get out of here.

Have a nice day.

You, too.

That was Frank.

You hung up?

I said you were out. Let him stew.

Stew? But I don't want him to.

Easy. You're almost

down to the bone.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Lefvre.

He can't admit he was fired.

What he say?

He's on a business trip

with his boss.

See what I mean?

He can't tell me.

It's not his fault,

he's just too nice.

Last time, he was cook in a camp.

Food was so good,

the kids overate.

And at the garage...

You're no wife, you're his mother.

So you're not a couple.

That could prevent orgasm.

Hey, I have orgasms.

I never have. What's it like?

It's weird.

Like you're going to die.

Want some gnocchi?

It's cold.

Roman or potatoe?

- Semolina.

- Roman.

- Michel in today?

- Couldn't say.

With him it's anyone's guess.

He owes me 1,000 F.

No picture, but I got hit.

The pictures came out great.

Here, look.

- Next week's issue.

- Again?

This magazine tortures people

who aren't even famous.

God. You see that?

Typical Tuesday. Monday they call,

Tuesday they come.

He broke the window.

It'll be fixed by tonight.

I won't be stepped on.

Numero uno:
Letters-to-the-Editor.

The boss writes them.

Sure. He gets off on it.

Plan B:
Find R.R.

Michel owes me that much.

R.R. Is nobody.

It means "Rights Reserved."

It's on all of them.

They're too chicken to sign.

Rights reserved?

Awesome.

Michel's the biggest wuss around.

And he got you twice.

Sue them, you can't lose.

Take their money, they got plenty.

I'm not a beggar, I'm unemployed.

They cost me my job,

they owe me a job!

I'll never see Michel again.

Cell phone number?

Don't have one, I'm unemployed.

Call me later at work.

I'll ask around.

Anybody here?

Nobody. Two TV has-beens,

and the usual bimbos

who think they're Cindy Crawford.

- Not late.

- Half hour.

Right. Compared to usual,

you're on time.

Renaud Le Bihan,

Michel Verdier.

I know you.

That a problem?

- Who's this guy?

- He's a photographer.

Zaire, Sarajevo, Chechenya.

- Guidebook?

- Funny.

He was in Uruguay,

for the earthquake.

Great.

Anonymous deaths.

Plus if they're black...

Talent, and a heart of gold.

- Bye, Nicole.

- I'll call you.

Great guy.

Cocksucker.

Jealous?

No. You're a free woman.

I'm married. You always forget.

Not my problem.

Your place or mine?

Hubby out of town?

He likes it, you know.

He's great for his age.

Cataract's gone, he's 20-20.

What does he like?

Watching us do it.

Champagne, please.

The mirror.

That big mirror in the bedroom.

He watches us

without my knowledge?

This you talking?

He doesn't sell the pictures.

He takes pictures?

This guy's looking for you.

Have a seat.

Sorry, I can't place you.

- What do you do?

- I do unemployed.

Couldn't get the picture.

I got lit up.

But I think I earned my thousand.

May I?

I really need it, too.

I got canned for the first one.

Scuzz.

Help him out.

You love lost causes.

Give him a job.

But Magma's in the dumper.

Fashion shots, staged poolside pap.

People want real life.

People want scuzz.

I'll tell you in your language:

You're a f***ing ballbreaker.

Your whole gang of little scumbags.

You f*** people over,

and you don't care.

You like scuzz.

You'll pay me today?

Yeah.

Then I guess I can have...

some tiramisu.

And a Perrier.

You treat people like dummies.

They know it's hype.

They want truth.

I go after it, and I find it.

The best job there is.

Yeah, who? Ten minutes ago?

Be right there.

Sorry, got to go.

High journalism calls?

Coming? Got a job.

I'm going to help him.

Coming, Tonto?

Not sure. Last time wasn't so hot.

All right, stay.

Bye, ma'am.

- Regards to your husband.

- Yes, of course.

- It's you.

- Yeah.

Not taking my picture?

Course not.

My wife and family aren't here.

Alone, I'm boring to you.

Give me a scoop.

What's the special?

Chicken curry.

You're a hero.

A real hero.

- You're friends with Arthur?

- You saw.

Where you at with R. R?

I'm no actor, I'm innocent.

I was just there.

One-track mind!

I got a lead.

We'll find him.

This is me.

Better take my car then.

- Well?

- Left in a taxi.

- Both of them?

- Yeah, an hour ago.

Anything new, call me.

- Who's he?

- Nobody.

Neighbor. Tips me off.

- A thousand for that?

- Two thousand.

College man, no fool.

Sure, right.

Let's get to work.

- What're you doing?!

- How about you?

Working.

Best job there is?

Not pregnant.

- Who?

- Adjani.

She eats ravioli? Why her garbage?

She's got a new guy.

- Check that out.

- What is it?

Medicine, you never know.

She didn't have AIDS.

Antispaz.

Muscle spasms, won't kill ya.

- Cephyl.

- Migraine.

Maalox.

Acid stomach. Stress gets 'em all.

Super's watching.

On the payroll. No cash,

just a free subscription.

Yoghurt's still good, eggs too.

Somebody's going bye-bye.

Julie, it's Michel.

Sorry, I had a problem last night.

Not mad? Good.

Call this number in L.A.

Ask for Mr. Bookman.

You're Adjani's secretary, OK?

Thank him for the screenplay.

So on and so forth.

You mislaid the schedule.

Find out if she's in L.A.

And what time she arrives.

Got it?

Thanks, hurry it up.

Stop cleaning.

I'm going to L.A.

Here's your thousand.

I've never been there.

You going direct?

- No, I stop at the airport.

- Never been there either.

Can I come? I'll take a bus back.

I knew it. Flight 062?

That leaves at 7:50.

Maybe I can catch it.

You're a genius. Big kiss. Bye.

Know the times by heart?

I know Los.

- Los?

- Los Angeles.

You just go? What'll you wear?

I'll pick something up.

Must have lots of clothes.

What a life. Taking off for L.A.

Without a word. I'm impressed.

I take the kid to Eurodisney,

the planning takes 2 months.

What does he care if I get through?

Some a**holes, boy...

Want to make a thousand?

- Got a cell phone?

- Not yet.

- Got a phone?

- Yeah.

Keep the car 3 days.

- Got a license?

- Yeah, I got a car.

Let's see. Never know.

- You get it back for the car.

- Right, logical. Awesome.

Here's the thousand.

Registration's in there.

Where you going?

Terminal A.

Right.

Awesome.

Michel Verdier.

Smoking.

Smoke-free flight.

I paid.

Enjoy your flight.

Yes?

What's wrong?

- What?

- Never saw her like this.

What is it?

A phone call. She broke down.

- From who?

- Benjamin.

That jerkoff.

She said she wouldn't go on.

She wanted to take pills,

stop recording. You know her.

- Where is she?

- There.

No kidding, it's bad.

- She's real depressed.

- Looks like it, yeah.

I'm a pretty happy person.

I'm really in love,

but that's private.

But, on this record, I wanted

to do something a little different.

See you later.

But that's got nothing to do

with my life.

No, you were great. Very pretty,

good energy.

It was a great show.

- Hello.

- Michel.

- Guillaume Durand.

- Yeah, I know.

I'll leave you. Kiss.

- Good night.

- Bye.

Benjamin left me.

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