Paparazzi Page #5

I told you. For Italian TV.

They show everything.

Little dick? Forget about TV,

movies and politics.

Go into the paparazzi biz.

Nice job, that Dd. Great buffet.

Better be, for 180,000.

Right...

Go ahead.

Gets 50 thou, she mocks me.

You believe that?

What's that?

F***! Didn't think of that.

- Him?

- No, the postman.

Yacht delivery. Course it's him.

He was supposed to eat here!

Changed his mind.

Go ahead!

Go!

Don't go!

10,000 right there.

Feeling her up!

That's why we're here.

150,000.

- We got what we need.

- We got expenses.

He'll rape her.

- No, she'll jump.

- He could get her in the hold.

You wanted to do this,

we go all the way. Shoot!

200,000. We're in the black.

300,000! Let's go!

Go ahead. F*** her.

F*** her!

- They made us.

- Wait!

Bingo! Three million!

We're out of here.

- The girl!

- He won't kill her.

Yes, he will!

The film.

Now!

Here, here...

The rest.

- Let's talk.

- The rest!

Hope there's no mistake.

Last time, it was a kid by a pool.

Nicolas at Aqualand.

Thanks for the cassette.

He's crazy!

That's 100,000 F there.

OK, can we go?

Not quite yet.

The crazy-man's coming!

Can we leave now?

One second.

Thanks to you,

the world's seen his cock.

We're dead.

Pretty impressive, huh?

6'5", 210 Ibs.

4 tons of thrust in each fist.

Beautiful, huh?

Get going.

At least we're alive.

This'll cost me

3 to 4 hundred thousand.

Don't get bent out of shape.

- It's insured.

- Right.

Covered under water damage,

act of God,

or boxer-caught-f***ing?

Where's my 50?

I got no photo, you got no money.

She took a big risk.

So you give her 50 thousand.

- You know I...

- Yeah, I know.

Go back to your son

who's not your son

and your soon-to-be-ex-wife.

Listen to me.

You're a piece-of-sh*t scumbag.

Like to see you get hit by him.

You stop playing,

"It's not me, it's the other guy."

You're a chicken-sh*t,

same as him.

She better watch it.

What'd I do?

Plus she got a tan.

Could you spare me a thou?

Right now, I'm...

You don't give up.

I'll take a bus.

- Call me?

- Right, I'll call you.

Like salt needs the sea,

Like rain needs to fall

Like dust needs the wind,

I need you, that's all

Like a star needs the sky,

Like an eye needs to cry

Time needs to renew

I need you

Sh*t!

Michel, great. How are you?

Thanks, Charlotte. I'll manage.

Where were you? I left messages.

What's the emergency?

Benjamin.

He still with the endive?

I'm sure he still loves me.

You got to help me.

What? You don't look good.

Tired and fed up.

You'll help me?

Sorry, I talked about

myself a second.

You're keeping the kid?

Benjamin the father?

Snooping around again?

It's in your blood.

You can't help yourself.

I saw the ultrasound at your place.

I snooped. I'm a paparazzi.

You didn't answer. You keep it?

Yes. And I want

to keep the father, too.

Heard of Eric Mayer?

- Tennis player?

- What do you think?

What can I say?

All he wins is free rackets.

Who cares? He's crazy for me.

He'll do, right?

I want you to catch us together.

Like:
"Her Secret New Love."

That out-of-focus stuff

you do so well.

But believable. I want Benjamin

to die when he sees them.

What's wrong with you?

That's not worth a dime.

No scoop. I'm all alone.

Come here.

- Who's he?

- Works with me, my son.

Lovely. May I?

- What's your name?

- Nicolas.

Help me out, Nicolas?

Take a picture with your dad?

Ready.

Take a nice picture, together?

That's worth some cash.

Go away for the weekend,

you need it.

- Bye, Nicolas.

- Bye.

Give me that. Put it away.

I'm not your assistant.

Open that and put it away.

Hey, watch it! Easy!

Move! I can't see!

Want my wife and my car?!

- Move it!

- Ride on my shoulders!

Get away!

Pain in the ass.

Let's go. Nothing to see here.

Put the stuff away.

This guy's a nutcase.

Stop busting my f***ing balls!

Get away!

Get the f*** out, goddamit!

What do you want?

Sorry, I thought you were

Robin Williams.

Right, and my wife is Demi Moore.

Told you it wasn't Robin Williams.

Let's go to Sportworld.

Those skates are too expensive.

Not skates, they're rollerblades.

- What's going on?

- Nothing, that's just it.

Been 2 weeks, I don't know...

You wanted to come back.

Want me to leave?

No, I'm not happy without you.

But we're not clicking.

- We don't click, I leave.

- No, we click. But...

You're different. You don't talk.

Call about the watchman job?

After what I've been through?

I can't live in a parking lot.

I've been with stars!

You waiting for Buffalo Bill

to call you with a tip?

Don't bother, he won't call!

Paparazzi! Call that work?

It's ugly!

Fishing around in Adjani's garbage!

Hassling people.

You loved Adjani in Queen Margot.

I'm going inside, it's wet.

Loved her. I said "liked,"

not "loved."

Kids, go outside.

They tell people lies!

Lies! Look.

I know. I wax Charlotte Ledoux.

What? Who's Charlotte Ledoux?

Sandra Bartok's dresser.

Sandra Bartok. What's up with her?

I'll never tell you.

- Got her address?

- The dresser's?

No, Bartok's. I want it.

Go screw yourself.

Evelyne, give me a chance.

Michel, not home?

Photos worked great.

Benjamin went wild.

The endive is history.

Going on a 5-star hotel weekend.

I'll tell him about the baby.

So, best friend, one more favor:

Could you take Caramel 3 days?

Love you. Bye!

Over here.

Hey, how you doing?

Not bad. What's up with you?

I'm all right.

Just calling to say hi.

Yeah. So what you doing?

Nothing much. I'm taking stock.

I might do some reporting.

Some hard journalism, I don't know.

Spare me. When you're hooked...

I promised Evelyne I'd kick.

Went looking for work.

You'll never guess where I am.

Where are you?

You said guess. I can't guess.

I'm...

I went too far.

I got to take stock. Like you.

Well, I'm here.

Me, too. I'm here.

Call you back.

Right. See you.

Why are you here?

Who knew you saw

Sandra Bartok?

We could do something big here.

Imagine...

I make you, we split it.

Better:
You sue

for invasion of privacy.

Big bucks. Split 3 ways.

Tax exempt.

No bucks, no split, nothing.

Lay off that girl.

- Why?

- Because. End of story.

I lay off, you give me something?

If that don't beat hell.

I need work. You didn't tell me

you were f***ing a star.

F***ing a star?

My good side rub off on you, too?

Hands off the girl.

Capito, Tonto?

Capito.

Where you going?

Back to your bimbo?

Darling, waiting long?

Not very long.

Please.

I got a right. Public place.

An airport. I got a right.

I'm press.

We had a long talk Saturday.

He was worried.

He was right to worry.

Worried about me.

About how I'd do without him.

He said, "Watch out.

"With me, you're free.

Without me, you're alone."

He forgot, I'm here.

You're not alone.

He didn't forget.

You're everywhere, but not here.

Who's that for? Me?

He was my anchor.

Our anchor.

We're about adultery,

not a love affair.

Hey, let him watch.

Stop!

Same voice as your owner!

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