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Hollywood.

It's a place where dreams are made.

Where a small -town girl can meet a small -town boy.

And somehow, in a flash, they become something so big, you neither know how

navigate their own way anymore.

I'll have some privacy, all right? Get them while you can, guys. Gone are the

days of a quiet afternoon at home.

That life is over, buried somewhere six feet under a heaping pile of

exploitation.

Privacy has become an illusion for those in the spotlight.

There is no time off, no break from the performance.

They're now part of the Hollywood machine.

churning out movies and killing smiles, and falling victim to one of life's

greatest delusions,

celebrity culture.

Because nothing and nobody is real in Hollywood.

Everybody will exploit you. Your family, friends, agents, producers,

but worst of all, the paparazzi.

The electric company turned off all the power today.

I thought I gave you money for the bill.

Yeah, you did, but there were a bunch of late fees that we didn't realize.

And, well, my mom is wiring a bunch of money to take care of it later tonight.

How'd the interview go?

It was good, but it's another unpaid gig.

A bar in Bel Air that won't pay.

Yeah, it's stupid, but they told me that the compensation would be the

connections that I'd make by playing there.

Everything's a game in this town.

Mm -hmm.

I broke my camera today trying to get a shot.

What, really?

Here I am trying to take pictures of people getting out of Lamborghinis, and

can't even afford to fix the camera I got off eBay.

How can you be a photographer if I don't even have a camera?

Well, you're not really working as a photographer.

I mean, you're a paparazzo.

I still get to take pictures.

Yeah, but not like these pictures.

Yeah, well, those don't pay the bills.

They could, if you just had a little more faith in them and kept working with

them. I mean, these pictures have soul.

Stop.

I mean it.

This is the real youth.

So much better than all that crap in the tabloids, you know?

The only reason you're having troubles at work is because, you know, you have a

sense for that real shit. You're always looking for that real shit.

That's so far beyond what they do there, you know?

Me too.

Mm.

Francis.

Amen.

Yes.

I love you.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh

my

God.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Feels so fucking perfect.

I can tell you love me by the way you suck.

I really do love you. I love you.

Oh, God, please, please, please.

I need to take a break.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're really fucking dead.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, my God.

You always come so much for me.

I'll give you 20 for them.

Dollars? You're lucky I'm offering to pay you at all. I had eight other paps

send me the same shot.

Look at how he's touching her arm. There's a story there. He's helping her

the car.

I can't tell a story if there isn't a story.

My readers trust my tabloid because I don't publish fake gossip.

Marcy, I need the money. I broke my camera and I can't afford to fix it.

use your fucking cell phone like all the other hacks.

I read somewhere that celebrity photographers make around six figures.

How could I see that? Not by sending me these. These are page filler. They're

not front cover.

Okay. What makes a shot front cover?

Something nobody else is getting.

Pussy shots, nip slips, drunken rampages, emotional meltdowns.

This isn't about camping out on Rodeo Drive because you know you're going to

someone. It's about...

telling a story with a photograph, and the best -selling stories are those that

don't paint a pretty picture.

Well, Chadwick Muller has the best tabloid magazine, and he doesn't do

even on a late -night show. Chadwick Muller's magazine is filled with a bunch

lies because he wants to be tight with A -list celebrities. I don't

discriminate. I exploit everybody.

Do you really think that the trailer park mom of five wants to buy a magazine

filled with pretty pictures of people drinking their extra foam soy lattes?

She wants proof that their lives are every bit as fucked up as hers.

You want front cover?

Make these people look as ugly as they really are.

How do we do that?

Get into their space.

Climb their fences.

Surf their trash cans.

Push them to the breaking point. Penetrate their fucking souls if they

souls.

This business is about exploitation.

The moment you humanize them, you lose.

Now I'll give you $20 for them. Or you can go somewhere else.

Peter?

Hi! Congratulations, Mr. Best Actor!

I hated everything about Marcy and the Dirty Dish, but...

She was the only one buying my pictures.

So I wanted some legitimacy in my work.

The kind Chadwick Muller had.

Welcome back, everyone. I've got Ginny Williams next. Skyping with me from her

home in Malibu. Here to discuss her big rumored record deal with music producer

Benji Gunn.

Ginny, welcome to the show.

Anything for you, Chadwick.

release your single, and now he's begging you for a three -album deal?

How do you maintain such a level head through all this?

Well, my relationship with God, honestly.

I went to church a lot growing up, and I've maintained that relationship with

him, and he just gives me a feeling of peace.

You turn it off.

Let's go to bed. No, leave it on.

Ginny, your life seems anything but peaceful.

I mean, yeah, well... I'm serious. I mean, you're on the cover of every

magazine, the...

paparazzi follows you around everywhere.

I try not to let them rattle me.

I mean, how are you going to take those people seriously?

Ouch. I'm one of those people.

Oh, my goodness.

Okay, I'm sorry, Chadwick, but you're you.

You have real talent.

Those people's only real talent is their ability to invade someone's privacy.

But I do still pray for them every day.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, Marcy was right.

Never humanize celebrities.

They exist in a bubble of their own reality, unaware that it's people like

that actually keep them relevant.

I didn't know what I was going to stumble upon when I got to Jenny's house

morning. All I knew is that I had to go there.

If she was sending a music deal that morning, I wanted to be the pap that got

the first shot, even if it was just a handshake.

I liked the idea of invading this girl's privacy.

After all, she didn't respect people like me.

Why should I respect people like her?

I entered through the back, past her neighbor's house.

She wasn't smart enough to have a house with a gate yet, so it was easy access.

No other photographers were there when I arrived, so this was my chance at

getting an exclusive shot.

I knew what I was doing with trespassing, but like Marcy said, I had

these people's space if I was going to get the money shot.

So, has God given you an answer yet? I'm trying to get back to business here.

I'll be right there.

All right.

I'll be inside.

Wait, wait.

I don't know what you're hemming and hawing about.

You just sent me the contract yesterday.

My lawyer still needs to look it over.

It's an $18 million contract.

Musicians, especially your age, don't get that right out of the gate. In fact,

none.

I'm worth more than that and you know it.

Oh, boy.

Okay.

What are you worth?

20. Give me 20 and I'll sign.

I can't do that.

I can't do that.

Please.

Ginny, I can't sign a $20 million contract just because you know I like

feet.

Well, you know Proverbs 11 .24 says that he who blesses shall be blessed and

he who waters shall be watered.

And Proverbs 14, 16 says, fools plunge in with reckless confidence.

You know, Benji, money buys loyalty.

You know what else buys loyalty?

Sex.

I don't quite grasp what you mean.

Well, you're a virgin, right?

Right.

One of the things that comes to mind when I think of a virgin is that...

They never forget their fur.

In fact, they're tied to them.

You know what I mean.

So, you give me the extra two

and I give you something no man's ever had before.

I like the sound of that.

don't they know what i'm doing

not be very good

Yeah.

I don't like these feet

Am I doing it right?

Yeah.

Am I doing it right?

Yeah, you're doing it perfect.

drop off the revised version of the contract this afternoon.

Okay.

Hey, don't look so depressed.

Everyone in this town does what you just did.

Well, I'm not everyone.

Please don't tell anyone I'm not a virgin anymore.

Why would I do that?

You know how much money I already made off the virgin lie?

It wasn't a lie!

Honey, it's been a lie way before you got here.

Besides, it's Hollywood, right?

You gotta stick to the story that sells, huh?

Am I right?

I'll see ya.

How did you get this picture?

Did you break into her house?

No, I was outside the whole time.

That's still trespassing, Desi.

I thought you'd be proud of me. We made a killing on these pictures.

Yeah, but it isn't you.

We needed the money.

Not this way.

What way?

By telling the truth?

She was talking so much shit about the paparazzi in that Chadwick interview,

judging everyone when she's just as big of a hypocrite.

Still crossing the line. I mean, you totally ruined this girl's image.

Her phony image.

How can you defend her?

We hate people like her.

She represents everything we can't stand about Los Angeles.

I know, but... Celebrities don't have respect for people like us.

Why should we have respect for them?

I just don't want you to get so wrapped up in all their fake lies that you start

to forget about your own real life.

It's a job, Danny. It doesn't define me.

All right, well...

I gotta go. I have another audition at a bar. Okay, I love you.

Even though Danny hadn't cheered me on, having my picture on the cover of the

top tabloid magazine in the world was my red carpet moment.

Just without all the flashing lights.

It wasn't fame.

Not quite.

It was better.

It was infamy.

After that day, everybody was talking about me.

My shot was on the cover of every magazine and not just tabloids,

publications.

I loved the attention and the anonymity.

I loved the power of knowing I had single -handedly created a scandal and

had a clue it was me.

And with my newfound confidence, I took more risks, got more shots.

outed more secrets.

I was the puppet master playing God with all the false idols of Hollywood.

And the more pictures I took, the more addicted to my own celebrity I became.

I was famous, and yet nobody had a clue it was me.

I assume you know why I called you in here today.

You do know who I am.

Your publisher from the Dirty Dish told me you were trespassing on Ginny

Williams' property to get the shot.

Why would she tell you that?

One thing you're going to learn in this business is that everyone will stab you

in the back eventually.

Okay, so did you invite me to your house to give me a lesson in how the tabloid

business works? Because Marcy already gave that to me.

No.

I need you to get a photograph for me.

But there's a catch.

The only way to get this photo...

It's by trespassing, which you clearly have no problem with.

But if anyone finds out about it, or if you tell anyone, I'll bury

you.

I'll fucking ruin your life.

Do you understand?

How much does it pay?

I didn't know where Chadwick was sending me, or if this was a setup, or who he

wanted me to shoot.

He just gave me an address and said, this is your time to shine.

And so I went, blindly.

I knew I had to prove myself so I can secure his trust.

And eventually, an ongoing gig with the biggest entertainment magazine in Los

Angeles.

The Rag Sheet.

Where were you?

I was taking pictures of a couple out in Beverly Hills.

No, you weren't.

Yes, I was.

I know when you're lying to me.

Where were you?

Danny, is it going to be like this every time I get home from work?

A fucking interrogation?

If you make it a pattern of lying to me, then yeah.

I was out getting the biggest shot of my career.

Something that's going to be on the cover of every single magazine.

Oh, wow. It sounds like you're really making a difference.

Just because you don't have a job doesn't mean you get the shit on mine.

I actually make a lot of money now.

Wow.

You know what?

You're really becoming the exact type of person that you used to hate on

constantly. No, I'm not. Yeah, you are. You're getting sucked into it.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are. Money, fake power.

Real power.

I'm about to single -handedly destroy someone's career with one shot. Ew, and

you actually sound fucking proud of that.

God, you know what? I don't even know who you are anymore.

Like, what happened to that girl?

The real girl who used to take real photos of real things.

Now that's something to be proud of. Not ruining someone's career.

You better be able to fix this, babe. The prick said he could fix anything.

Not a very good day, huh, guys?

Look, before you guys start blaming me, let me make one thing clear.

If I didn't do a story that every other tabloid was covering, it would have

raised a red flag.

How do we know that you didn't tip somebody off with Film Magazine?

What? It would make sense.

You're part of our inner circle.

Jesus, guys.

How long have I known about this for?

Why would I leak it now?

To ruin my chances this awards season.

Seriously, Liz?

Shit.

This is my lawyer. I gotta take this.

To ruin my chances this awards season? Are you serious, Liz?

You know it would be the easiest way to hurt me.

Look, I don't know about you, but I've accepted the fact that we can't be

together.

Have you?

Look, let's take a step back for a minute.

This could be a big opportunity for you.

Opportunity for what?

To live the life you've always wanted? To be with someone who can actually be

with you?

Leave Reed? Are you crazy? We built a legacy together.

Promise me you had nothing to do with this.

I had nothing to do with this. I would never hurt you.

Swear to me.

Swear on my life.

I swear on your life.

Look, I may still be in the tabloid business, but I have some integrity

left, and I thought you of all people would know that.

Sorry.

I just feel so violated.

You know, we worked so hard to get to where we are.

And to have that all just be taken away... It won't, though.

How can you be so sure?

Because I won't let anything happen to you.

Because I control the media.

And I'll just print whatever story thinks of this.

People will believe whatever I say because I printed it.

Do you know what you can do for me?

What?

You can find the fucking pap who did this, and you can exploit all of their

dirty secrets on your magazine.

I mean, that might be difficult.

People are really under the radar, and it's hard... But if you did that for me,

then I would know how serious you are about us.

I thought you said... I know what I said.

But I want to know if you're serious about this.

Yeah, you should take my shoes off. What was I thinking?

Yeah, where do you want to go?

I'll just think about where I want you.

Oh my God.

I heard it.

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

Yes, oh

So nice to be there.

Oh my god, yes.

So good, baby.

So good.

Fuck,

yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

You remembered.

Put your mouth up.

Fuck yeah.

God, yeah.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Yes, yes.

God damn it.

Yeah.

This

is nothing

new for him.

Nothing new?

Yes.

Yeah. Get here.

Do it, baby. Do it, do it, do it.

Sit around.

Good girl.

Right there.

Fuck me. Yeah.

Stay right there, stay right there.

Yes,

yes, yes.

God damn.

Yes, baby.

Fuck, I'm like... You do it, you do it, you do it.

Quickly, can you get that male model to the house?

You're as manipulative as I am.

No, I just like to sell magazines.

By ruining people's marriages.

And then saving them. I'm a fucking hero.

Like I said, you're as manipulative as I am.

I'm in the business of manufacturing stories. It's what I do.

I thought you were a noble one.

No.

But as long as everyone continues to think so, that's all that matters.

So, what's the next story?

What do you want me to cover?

If I just gave you every front cover story, that wouldn't be fair, now would

Come on, it's proven to you you can trust me.

I want something big.

Do you know who Alexandra Cherie is?

The reality TV whore.

Oh, are you too big for reality TV?

They're not exactly celebrities.

Like I said, I want something big.

This is.

She tipped me off.

to a potential story about Brandon DeRocky, the baseball player who got

suspended for doping. Yeah, I know who he is. What's the story?

Well, given your aversion to reality, people, I'll just give it to another

Stop playing games. I know you want me to have it.

Do I?

Yes. Give it to me.

But you don't even know what's involved.

I don't care. I don't want anyone else to have it.

Tomorrow afternoon, Alexandra and Brandon are going to meet up and have an

with three of our reality co -stars.

Is it his wife expecting a baby?

Yeah.

And that's what makes it so much better.

Give it to me. I want it.

I just need you to sign this really quickly.

What's this?

It's just in case we get a lawsuit or something.

I've never had to sign anything before.

My lawyer thinks it's a good idea. Ever since Brandon had his suspension, he's

become unpredictable.

I wouldn't want him to sue you.

I could have been signing away my firstborn child, and I would have

At that point, I didn't care who I hurt or what the job required.

so long as I was the first one to the story.

But as it turned out, there didn't seem to be a story.

I waited four hours in the heat for Branson to arrive, and he never did.

Don't worry, he's coming.

He's just running a little late.

I'm going to have to wait inside until he gets here, then I'm burning up.

Of course, the girls know what's going on.

You told them?

The only one we have to keep you a secret from is Brandon.

The fact that a bunch of D -list reality stars knew I was there to take sex

pictures of Brandon DeRossi without his knowledge worried me.

It seemed risky, but I had made a career out of risk.

Make sure you credit me correctly in your magazine.

You know who I am, right?

Yeah, you were...

One of the finalists on Ivy Wood?

No. I was the party girl who slept with Chad in the hotel room that first night.

I'm Party Girl Marie.

She's in every gossip magazine.

Credit me as Party Girl Marie.

It felt like a giant step backwards.

Spending the afternoon with a bunch of women whose careers had been made by

banging guys named Chez.

I'd worked so hard to get the best shots of the biggest names.

And here I was.

hanging around with a bunch of has -beens.

But then when I least expected it, inspiration struck.

It wasn't anything worthy of selling to a tabloid, nothing I could even pitch as

a scandal.

Just an unguarded moment of a former reality TV star, standing in her living

room, gutted over the fact she had likely been stood up by someone more

than she was, and for the first time in over a year.

I was photographing something not for profit or gain, but for myself.

He's not coming.

What?

He said he'll be late if he comes at all.

I just drove all the way from fucking Encino.

Well, I'll call you if anything changes.

I'm going to call Chadwick and let him know. Please don't. I promised him

something big and he's going to stop returning my calls if every story I

doesn't work out.

I have to let him know he didn't get the shot.

Do you know what we could do?

What? We could stage some pictures.

Stage them?

You know, set something up. Something that would sell so that the day is in a

total bust.

Something like what?

What is that?

Brendan de Rossi got me this.

Instead of flowers, he sends strap -ons. He wanted me to fuck the girls with it

today.

What? He likes to watch me fuck girls.

If he's not the one doing the fucking, it isn't cheating, right?

Take my picture wearing this, and then we can pitch a story.

Alexandria Cherie models strap -on from Brendan de Rossi.

I don't think anyone would believe that. Come on, people love a crazy sex story.

Take my picture.

Okay, but you can't tell anyone we staged that, especially Chadwick.

Okay, don't pose. You have to make it look like you don't know I'm here.

Even though I figured none of these pictures would be front page, I'm sure

Chadwick could use them somewhere.

And even though the entire thing was pretty absurd, I felt like I was doing

right by someone, for once.

Because unlike the other celebrities I'd photographed, Alexandra wanted this.

She enjoyed the attention, and I liked giving it to her.

Let me take a look.

I like this one.

And I look really sexy there.

This one's good too.

You like this one?

Mhm.

When did you take that?

When you were trying to get a hold of Brandon.

After the show ended.

Nobody wants to take pictures of me unless I'm fucking some baseball star.

The only thing worse than being in the spotlight is not being in the spotlight.

Hollywood's a cruel place.

When they edited the show, they made me seem like this manipulative bitch, and I

often wonder whether or not the world...

See me like that, but when you showed me that picture You saw me

through all the bullshit and the facade Well, you inspired

me and do you have more talent than you think

Who would have thought the realest person in Los

Angeles would be a reality TV star

Are you seeing me?

I love you.

Stand up.

What's that one?

So beautiful.

Ooh.

Amen.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Look at me, Liz. Look at you.

Oh my God.

Oh

my

God. Oh my God. Right there, right there, right there. Yeah, right there. I

promise.

So good.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I didn't think you were coming.

Desi, this is my friend. Brandon Dorothy.

Nice to meet you. My pleasure.

All the girls left.

Not all of them.

We didn't say that you could join us.

You don't want me to?

I don't know. What do you think?

I have a boyfriend.

When is the next time you're going to be able to fucking introduce me to

something?

Are you shy?

Bye. Bye.

Oh, my

God.

Look up. So good.

Yes, like that.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh my God, you just rewarded.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Please, please give me some peace.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh my god, this is so good.

Let me push you up.

Holy fuck!

Yes.

Oh my God.

Please, please, please.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Yes!

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Are you down?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

Come on, give me some more.

Come on over that side.

Come on over that side.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Just like that.

Just like that.

Yes. Stay there. Stay there.

Yes.

Play with the cock.

Yes, man. I want you to suck the cock.

Don't touch it.

No,

no.

Don't touch it.

There you are.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Oh, my God, this is so bad.

Yes.

Mm -hmm.

That's a fucking lie.

That's a fucking lie. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mm -hmm. Keep using it. Yes, keep using it. Mm -hmm.

Oh, my fucking God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

oh my god oh

my

god

oh my god oh

my

god oh Oh my god, yeah, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Fuck.

Oh

my

god. Oh my god.

I'm so fucking, so fucking scared.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

No, fuck.

Come on.

Give me two hours.

Give me two hours.

Give me two hours. Give me two hours. Give me two hours. Give me two hours.

me two hours.

Yes, right there. Oh, yes. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It's so warm.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Let me see.

In my entire year working as a paparazzo, I never walked away from a

shot.

Until today.

Danny had been right all along, and I had betrayed him on so many levels.

Celebrity culture had changed me. It changed how I saw the world. It had made

greedy and self -centered.

But not anymore.

Now it was time to cherish what really mattered and pursue the dreams that had

led me to L .A. in the first place.

The day I officially quit working as a pap, the breaking celebrity story was

Lissa and Reed Darling's announcement that production had begun on a new indie

film in which Reed would be playing a man struggling with his sexuality.

a breakout performance for the action star.

Clearly, the Hollywood illusion was still alive and well.

And while they were happily existing in the superficial world of stories and

illusions, there were others struggling to accept their own truth that I had

exploited, living with a loss of privacy and an image that they could no longer

control, people whose lives I'd impacted by my own selfish obsession with power,

people I barely knew.

That's the thing about celebrity culture.

The tabloids and the paparazzi, they control, exploit, dehumanize, and

whoever they choose.

Did she sign the contract?

Oh yeah, she did.

Everyone is fair game to them, provided they make for a good story.

because the truth is whether we want to admit it or not the ugly side of

Hollywood will always sell and there's no such thing as loyalty when there's

power to be gained

Please stand up.