Paparazzi Page #2
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- 1998
- 111 min
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What? Where are you?
Well get out of bed!
A 104-fever is fine. Up to 107.
Get over to Tartine et Chocolat.
I can't get near it. They know me.
Sh*t!
Will you help?
I'm no star, I'm innocent.
You know R. R? Who is he?
Unemployed?
Want to make 1,000 F?
On the cover, Yasmine showed me.
Well, all you see is him!
Call Mom. And Jean-Luc.
No, he probably doesn't even know.
They'll be jealous at work.
OK, me too.
Your customer's here.
Be right there, Mrs. Casalis.
This is Mrs. Bordoni.
Can I speak to my husband?
Be right with you...
My husband.
Not there?
But he's on days now.
I see.
I'm obsessed. Will you help me?
Help you what?
Find R.R.
Sure we'll find R.R., but it might
take time. Got to research it.
Thanks.
A real scoop.
Your window.
Little scumbag.
Who?
Yellow jacket. 15 minutes ago,
he had a fever of 104.
What medicine he take?
- Where's the store?
- Courtyard.
Watch this.
Hello, I'm a neighbor of yours.
You have paparazzis out front.
Don't mention it. Bye now.
They're f***ed.
- Stroll in and hide.
- Where?
Behind the trash. When they...
- Who's in there?
I take their picture? I love them.
- They're not together.
- They will be.
Awesome.
Look, best there is.
Press, turn. Press, turn.
Got it?
I think so.
I'll wait here. They know me.
- Here's your thou.
- After. You kidding?
This is great.
- Taxi's coming.
- Sir, Madam...
The back way, please.
Stay by the limo, keep them busy.
Drop it, come on.
It's not me, it's for a magazine!
Plus he's stupid!
This guy's a paparazzi?
See my puss?
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.
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?
who aren't even famous.
God. You see that?
Typical Tuesday. Monday they call,
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