Paparazzi Page #5

- 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.

Sandra!

Right, go ahead.

Real original.

All alone in the street.

You're lower than dirt!

Forget it. It's all over now.

F*ggot photographers.

One day I'll kill one.

Thanks.

Verdier here. You know what to do.

It's Dd at the Fox. Not in?

Where are you? I'm waiting.

You want the 20,000 or not?

Two pictures!

Get your ass down here.

What?

Kill myself over that a**hole?!

- A half hour ago...

- That was a half hour ago.

I was going to L.A.

Yeah? To "make" who?

Could you tell your playmates

to get off my ass?

Not my playmates.

As for this guy, he's out.

He's out.

He is gorgeous.

If you like Boys' Band, hairless,

X-small teeshirts.

Right now, he's doing some model.

A Rumanian or Bulgarian,

I don't know...

First the cold war, now it's models!

Looks like an endive.

16 waist, A-cup.

And she does bra commercials!

Guy's a lowlife, a starfucker.

What's that mean?

I'm only loveable cause I'm famous?

You wanted fame.

See who I got before I was a star?

- Nice.

- Sorry, Michel.

I'm running off at the mouth.

Stay a while?

- Cell phone?

- Busy.

- The other line.

- Busy.

You don't remember me...

- Where's Michel?

- Los Angeles.

Damn. You a photographer?

So come on in.

The guy is Akram El Kabouli.

Lebanese, loaded.

It's his birthday. Wants it known

he's rich and rubs shoulders.

Take pictures. Pays 20,000.

We split it 50-50.

- Name?

- Frank Bordoni.

Akram, my photographer friend,

Frank. Best there is.

Good. You're the photographer?

Beautiful, beautiful.

Samir, take care of him.

Here's 20,000.

You get us VSD, Gala or Match,

there's 100,000 more.

Where's your camera?

- No camera?

- Sure I do. Here.

You're shooting with that?

All the paparazzis use them.

You're the pro.

Wait for the cake.

All right.

What did he tell you?

Pictures get in Match or Gala,

it's 20 more.

- 50-50, Dd.

- Great, Frankie.

- How you doing?

- I know you?

I was here with Michel Verdier.

He's a king-size a**hole.

You a photographer, too?

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

Could you help me?

I don't recognize everyone.

Who's the blond next to Akram?

His wife Pamela.

Facelifts pay.

She does all his friends.

And the guy there?

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