All language subtitles for Paparazzi English

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ My thing

♪ My thing ♪

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CAMERAS FLASHING)

We're on the red carpet
tonight for the premiere
of Adrenaline Force.

This is Bo Laramie's
breakout role,

in what is certain
to become

a very popular
action franchise.

Take a look at the crowd
behind me, you can see

they have been completely
ignited by the anticipation
of Laramie's arrival.

Oh, my God.
This is huge, babe.

It's a long way
from pounding nails

in buildings.
Yeah.

Do you know
all these people?

No, son. I don't
know any of 'em.

I think they think
they know you, Dad.

Yeah, I think
you're right.
Yeah.

Okay, honey, I want you
to go out there
and have a good time.

Okay.
I'm proud of you.

You've worked hard.
I love you.

Hey. You ready, Bo?
Yeah. I'll see you guys
in a little bit.

Buddy, give me five.
Huh?
Go get 'em, Dad!

(CROWD CHEERING)
(SHUTTERS CLICKING)

(MAN SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)
Whoa!

Good luck tonight, Bo.
Thanks.

Bo. Your first action film.
How are you feeling tonight?

Aw, man, this is
all new to me, you know.

I'm just, really just
trying to enjoy it. You know?

And, uh, I'm excited.
This is... It's unreal.

Your fans are waiting.
Congratulations.
Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Bo! Bo! Bo!
Hey, Bo, can you sign this?

Right here?
Thanks, man.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ What you lookin' at

♪ Don't mess with me

♪ What you lookin' at

♪ Don't mess with me

♪ What you lookin' at

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

♪ What you lookin' at ♪

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

MAN 1: Over here!
MAN 2:
Shake his hand!

(SHOUTING OVERLAPPING,
INDISTINCT)

(BO NARRATING)
Whoa. What a night.

Unreal.

(CHUCKLES) Six months ago,
I couldn't get arrested with
a fresh corpse

and a smoking gun.

And today
I'm the, uh, "it" guy?
(CHUCKLES)

But you can't buy into that.
That's an illusion.

That's not real.

You know, there are
primitive tribes
that believe

you lose a piece
of your soul every time
your picture's taken.

(CHUCKLES)

After last night,
it's a wonder I have any left.

WOMAN 1: Bo Laramie.
Hold that thought.

WOMAN 2: It is!
WOMAN 3: Oh, my God!

(WOMEN GIGGLING)
WOMAN 1: That's him!

Now, that never happened
in high school. Never.

That's an illusion.
It's not real.

Life is good.

I guess I'm just gonna
keep doin' what I'm doin'

until somebody figures out
I really don't know
what I'm doin'.

Yeah, you know,
that makes sense.
That sounds like a plan.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ No one here
is where I'm from

♪ Or where I want to be

♪ We all get drunk
on too much sun

♪ And don't know
who to be

♪ But don't you worry

♪ I won't let them

♪ Sell me out

♪ Sell me in

♪ Color me misunderstood

♪ But I won't go Hollywood ♪

Hey, buddy.
Hey, Dad.

What's up?
Mom says you run
so you won't get fat.

Is that true?
Is that what she said? Really?

Well, you know what?
Your mother's right again.

That's it.
Everything we have
fits in half a cabinet.

I love this house.

We sure it's ours?
It's ours, beautiful.

It's ours.
How was your run?

Good enough that the fat man
and his family can go get some
muffins on the way to soccer.

Muffins! (LAUGHING)
Did you give
our secret away?

Yeah.
(MUMBLING)

(LAUGHING) Stop!

Okay, I'm gonna put you
in the cabinet.

Hey, Bo.
How are you, Sierra?
What's goin' on?

Hi, Zach.
Hi, Sierra.

ZACH: Hi, Rusty.
SIERRA: The usual?

You know what? Give us three
of the blueberry and two
coffees, will you, please?

Sure.
I saw this huge billboard
of you going up on Sunset.

(EXHALES)
I know. It's wild, isn't it?

Excuse me.
You're Bo Laramie, aren't you?
Mm-hmm.

(LAUGHING)
BO: What's your name?

Oh, I'm Emily, from Ohio.
Nice to meet you,
Emily from Ohio.

Thanks. Could I get
your autograph?

Yeah, absolutely.
Where would you
like me to sign?

Right across your crotch
would be great.

Hey, Zach,
let's go, buddy.

Where'd you get this?

They just put 'em out
at the grocery store
across the street.

Thank you!
Yeah.

Hold this,
will you, bud?

(RUSTLING)

Just keep the change.
Thank you, Sierra.
Thanks.

BO: See ya.
ZACH: Bye, Sierra.

(EXHALES)

We're naked.
Can they do this?
They did, Abby.

How dare they put Zach
on the cover of a magazine?

There are so many creeps
out there. I... He's a minor.
Is this legal?

I'm gonna call Gill,
and I'm gonna find out.
All right?

God, Bo.

My principal,
the teachers.

My kids' parents.
What are they gonna think?

I'm sorry you're being
put through this, Abby.

Why is Daddy in a magazine
with a black thing
covering his pee-pee?

You ready to play
some soccer today, buddy?
Yeah!

Here you go!
(CHUCKLING)

MAN: Cross it.

How's it going, buddy?
Great.

Morning, guys.
What do you say, Coach?

Good morning.
Hey, listen.

Thanks for those tickets.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

You got it, bro.
All right, now.
Only one thing matters, right?

I know, Dad.
Have fun.

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHUTTER CONTINUES CLICKING)

I'll be right back, sweetie.

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

Hey.
How you doin', Bo?

All right.
What are you doin'?

I'm about to watch
a soccer game.

How's Zach
doin' this morning?
He's a good-lookin' boy.

He's got a birthday
comin' up,
doesn't he?

You want to take
a picture of me?
I'm right here, okay?

Take a few shots.
But you got no right
taking pictures of my son.

That's a point of law,
Mr. Laramie.

I have every right
to take pictures of whoever
I want...

Hmm, hold on a second...
...in a public park.

Yes, I do.
Not without my consent
you don't, all right?

Now, come on.
Look. Things have changed.

You're somebody now.
You better get used to this.

Oh, yeah? I'm somebody now?
Yes, you are.
You're somebody now.

Now your game's
about to start.
It's a security risk.

I'm asking you nicely,
and I'm saying please.

Don't take pictures
of my son.

Okay. Okay.

You got it, Bo.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.

I understand.

Sure thing, famous guy.

(CROWD CHEERING, SHOUTING)

(WHISTLES)

(CROWD WHOOPING)

(APPLAUDING)

Good job, buddy.
You were awesome.

Thanks, Mom.
I'm proud of you, son.
You did a great job, buddy.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
You did a great job.

Son of a bitch.

Take him to the car.

Bo!

(CONTINUES CLICKING)

What did I tell you?
I said don't take another
goddamn picture of my family.

You understand that?
Not one more.
Kid takes a nice picture.

Won't bring half as much
as the ones I have of Abby
changing Zach's clothes.

The steamy ones...
by the pool.

Oh, yeah?
(GROANS)

BO: Huh?
WOMAN: Is that Bo?

Oh, are you gonna pay.

(SHUTTERS CLICKING)
Smile, Bo.

(CHUCKLING)
PHOTOGRAPHER: You get that?

Ooh, in living color,
chief.
Cops are on their way.

Bo!
Hey, Bo.

Hey, big shot!

Enjoy what's left
of your weekend.

Let's go make some money.

Oh, yeah? Huh?
(GROANING)

Wow. We're told
Laramie was released
late Saturday afternoon,

ordered to attend
anger-management classes

as part of a plea agreement.

His people tell us
the assault charges
will likely be dropped,

in lieu of a settlement
that could easily cost

the rising star
half a million dollars.

The victim,
34-year-old Rex Harper,

is also demanding
a public apology.

Our very own Giuliana
caught up with Bo

on the set of
his new action movie.

Giuliana?
Thanks, Patrick.

And thank you for agreeing
to sit down with me.
Thanks for having me.

Bo, just so we understand
what happened,

you became angry
at some photographers

after they were
taking pictures of you
at a weekend soccer game?

Mr. Harper was
taking pictures of my son

and I politely asked him
to stop, and he didn't.

So you hit him?

Well, there's a little bit
more to it than that,
but, yeah.

(BO ON TV)
This guy is nothing
but a low-class parasite.

Your parasite's right here.
BO: He's never gonna get
an apology from me.

And if he knows what's
good for him, he'll stay away
from me and my family.

(SCOFFS)
Can you believe this prick?
GIULIANA: Strong words...

Yeah.

Yeah. I gotta go.

Laramie, I'm gonna
destroy your life
and eat your soul,

and I can't wait
to do it.

(CLACKS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, here's one for ya.
You're lucky.

Real lucky.

A judge orders me to spend
$400 an hour on therapy

that I don't need,
and that makes me lucky?

You're lucky
you're not in jail.

You're not
in Montana anymore, Bo.

Anger management
is not about upgrading
from a 20 to a 12-gauge.

(CHUCKLES)
The point is,

you're carrying belief systems
from a previous life

that don't fit
your new reality.

Some of your old values
may not be valuable anymore.

Not here, not now.

Well, I disagree.

You don't mess
with a man's family.

And I'm not gonna change
who I am

to suit my environment
or your expectations.

I got to where I am
by doing things my own way.

Oh, I think the judge
would agree with you.

(CHUCKLES)
That's not
what I meant, but...

No, I know that.

Look, your, uh,
Your time here...

It's gonna give you
the tools to better
deal with situations

like last Saturday's.

And I'm considerably cheaper
than Mr. Harper.
(CHUCKLES)

All right. Is that it?
For now, yes.

And, uh, if you have
a problem,
I want you to call me.

All right.

Thank you.

I'll see you next week.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BO: Thanks, Phil.

Clear.

VINCE: Must be cold as hell
this time of year.

Huh?
Switzerland.

What do you mean?
It says here...

This came out of the U.K.,
so it must be true.
"Unnamed sources say...

"Laramie chartered
a private jet to Switzerland.

"While there the young star
reportedly underwent
a penile enhancement,

"surprising his wife with it
on her birthday."

Nice, huh?
Did you give it a name?
"Big Bo"? "The Albatross"?

Something sexy for
the bedroom, to keep it fun.
I'm going to.

Bo, can we get you
for a lineup in here?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, no problem.

It's nice,
how they caught me.
Yeah.

Can I see it?
You want to show it to me?

Can't keep anything
a secret these days.

Why would ya? You got the
work done, you might as well
let people see it.

If it's big like that,
why would you want
to hide it?

You might wanna be
nicer to him.

Things have changed
around here. Take a look.

(MAN WHISTLING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Amigos.
You got the stuff, huh?

(AGREEING IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Thank you.
(IN SPANISH) Muchas gracias,
amigos. Merci.

(IN ENGLISH) Sure, man.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHATTERING)

Nice legs.
What time do they open?

Does that usually work
where you come from?

Yeah, a couple of times.
Leave!

Now!

(SCOFFS)

Can you believe that guy?

WOMAN 1:
I thought he was kind of cute.

WOMAN 2: (SCOFFS) Loser.

And you're considering this?

All I'm saying
is they called.

Those schmucks
over at Web Pics

are turning this friggin'
business into a trout farm.

Celebrities getting approval
over paparazzis' photos?
That's bullshit!

The public wants raw and real,
and that's what we give them.

Let me tell you something,
my friends...

We're the last
of the real hunters.

(CHUCKLING)
I'll drink to that.

Like those shots
you got of Lopez.
Now, they were the shit.

And you are a dog.

Damn straight.
I made bank on 'em, too.

I spent three nights
hidin' in that tree.

Ants crawlin'
all over my ass.
(CHUCKLES)

I picked her off
with a thousand mil
from 120 yards out.

It was beautiful.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah. Too bad
it wasn't really Lopez.

Nobody knows that.
Let me tell you
something, Kevin.

Don't start sweatin'
the small stuff, okay?

Or you'll get soft, end up
like the rest of those pussies
working at the agencies.

Hey, I'm here, ain't I?

Hanging with you and Rex,
who is, by the way,
still the king.

$105,000 for that shot
of Clooney in the woods.

Ohh-hoo.
Mm.

Yeah, Clooney's been
a real gold mine.

REX: How'd it go, huh?
She's a lesbian.

Really?
(LAUGHING)

I'm gonna get
a second opinion.

God, you get
a lot of lesbians.

Let's go.
Excuse me.

Buy you another round?
Yeah.

Hey, Dan... Dana.

I guess
you can afford it.
What's that supposed to mean?

You think I wouldn't
recognize the guy

that siphoned
half a million dollars
out of Bo Laramie?

Hey, I saw you
get your ass kicked on TV.

(CHUCKLES) Look,
I'm a photojournalist.

I was doing my job.
Mm-hmm.

I was assaulted
and justice was served.

With the exception
of Laramie's apology to me.

I like reading the tabloids.
I think they're fun.

(SCOFFS) I think you're drunk.
(GIGGLES) I think you're cute.

(CHUCKLES)
Your pictures hurt people.

Do they?
The irony...

Marcy.

Marcy is... Everyone wants
to have steak,

but nobody
wants to date the butcher.

My job is to provide
a window of reality
for society.

It's up to them
whether they want
to look through it or not.

Come on.
Have you ever
bought a tabloid?

Guilty as charged.
Don't feel guilty.
Guilty's bad.

(CHUCKLES)

I mean, everyone wants
to have a...

(WHISTLING)
Little peek, huh?
(CHUCKLES)

See?
It's human nature.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Look, there's a...
There's a premiere tonight,

and an after party
I'm covering.

Come with me,
as my guest,

and, um, see things
from an entirely
different perspective...

Mine.

Hey, do a shot with me
and then tell me your story.

(WHISPERING)
I'm a good listener.

Really?
Uh-huh.

Listen to this...
No.

What do you say, Marcy?
You want to have
a little adventure?

(IMITATES SHUTTER CLICKING)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(APPLAUDING)

It's beautiful.
You should come and see it.
Yeah?

Yeah.
So, when...
Saturday, can you come? Or...

MAN: Saturday would be great.
Hey, Bo. How's it going, mate?

Huh?
Good to see you again.

Good to see you.
Remember me?

London press junket.
You were sitting next to me
in the pub

and there was
that beautiful bird
on your lap and...

Oh, sorry, man.
Is that your wife?
Get out of here.

Sorry.
Get out of here.

What the hell was that?
Some jackass.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Hey. She bite?

There's no way the little
missus ignores that.
Great. Let's roll.

Come on. Let's go!

MAN: Road trip.
Wait! Aren't we going in?

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

You want to tell me
what's bothering you, honey?

I just think it's interesting.
That's all.

You were in London
last spring.
Right.

My girlfriends at home
get jealous

if somebody winks
at their husband at the
company Christmas party.

Half the civilized world
wants my husband.

How do you think
that makes me feel?

You know what
that guy said tonight
is bullshit, right?

Yeah, I know.
Okay.

I guess it's all
just new to me, you know?
(CHUCKLING)

It's new to me too, honey.
And I'm...

You know, every day
I'm learning.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

MAN: Abby!
(ABBY GASPS)

(HORN HONKS)
MAN 1: Bo! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!

Look at me!
MAN 2: Hey, Bo! Big shot!

Look at me!
I can't see a thing.

MAN 3: Hello, Bo!
Bo! Bo!

Bo, slow down!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Daddy!
It's all right, son.
It's okay.

Son of a bitch!
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Takin' the front!
(TIRES SCREECH)

(REX ON WALKIE TALKIE)
Okay, Leonard.
Box him in.

Hold on!
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(THUDDING)

(CLANGING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(REX COUGHS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)
REX: Len! Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

MAN: Hello, sweetie.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

Yeah, there's been
a terrible accident
on, uh, 5th and Flower.

We need an ambulance.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS
CONTINUE CLICKING)

Oh, yeah.

(SHUTTERS CONTINUE CLICKING)

Hey, Marcy.
Hey, honey.

Everything's gonna
be fine, okay?
Come on.

Everything's fine.
There's an ambulance
on the way already.

They're not hurt that bad.
We'll go back on my boat,
have a drink.

Okay?
I'll be right back.
All right.

Okay? Okay?
Okay.

REX: Let's go. Clear out.
We're finished here.

Go! Go! Go!
Come on!

Go!

(GROANS)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Hi.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)
How is she?

She's in recovery.
I had to remove her spleen.

(STRANGLED SOB)

The next few weeks
will be very difficult, Bo.
She'll be in a lot of pain.

We'll manage that
with medication,
watch her very carefully.

Now, let's talk about
your little guy here.

He's stable.
His vitals are good.

But comas are
a tricky thing, Bo.

All we can do is wait.

Okay.

Can we be left alone?
Absolutely.

Thank you, Doctor.

(DOOR CLANGS)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

(STIFLED SOB)

(CAR HORN HONKS)
ZACH: Daddy!

(WOMAN MOANING)

You taped me?
Mm-hmm.

The wine...
You... you must have
put something in it...

Obviously it made you
quite amorous.

It's a shame, Marcy,
you don't remember it.

Still think you're going
to the police to tell them
who caused Laramie's accident?

You better think again!

Not only will I attach that
to every porno site
on the Internet,

I will make sure it finds
its way to your father's desk
at the State Department.

You wouldn't...
You wouldn't do that.

You don't see my face
on that screen.
Do you, Marcy?

Now go... go to the police!
See if I'm bluffing!

Now, get out
of my goddamn house!

Get out of here.

Hey there, little guy.

I'm gonna come back
and see you every day, okay?

It's okay, honey.
He can hear you, sweetie.
All right?

(SOBBING) Okay.
(KNOCKING)

One second, honey.

I'm gonna go out
and talk to the detective.
I'll be right back.

ABBY: Honey, wake up
and you can
have whatever you want.

Hi, Bo.
How are you, Detective?

Look, I tracked down
those paparazzi guys
you told me about.

Brought 'em in
one at a time.

They all came up
with the same story.
Oh, yeah? What story's that?

Well, they never deny
following you.

They say they drove up
on the accident,

called 911 and never left
until help arrived.

Come on, Detective,
that's bullshit.
You hear me?

Come on, man.
Give me a break, will ya?

I'm just tellin' you
what I got.

Until I find someone
who actually saw somethin'
different, that's all I have.

What about
the, uh, other driver?

He died late last night.
He never
regained consciousness.

I'm sorry, Bo. But listen,
if there's a witness out
there, I'm gonna find him.

Believe me.

I'm all over this one, Bo.

I appreciate it.

(SHUTTERS CLICKING)
MAN: The victim died, Bo.

What now?
(CLAMORING)

Did you mean
to kill him, Bo?
Nice driving.

(PAPARAZZI SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY)

Stellar Agency.
Please hold.
That's for pickup, Sara.

MAN: Bo, taking
these paparazzi to court

is only gonna cause
more headlines.

Let it go.
We've got bigger problems
to deal with.

The studio says we get back
to work or they will be forced
to shut down the picture.

Five weeks, Bo.
They're losing
a tremendous amount of money.

The bond company is now
threatening to go after you.
And your production company.

Technically,
you weren't hurt.

What'd you say?
Uh, Bo, you're upset.

You don't know shit.

I'm sorry.

So, what do you want us
to do, Bo?

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

MAN: And that's a cut.
Excellent!

(CREW CHEERING)
MAN: Well done.

Whoo. Way to do it.
Good job, Bo. Way to do it.

You all right?
Yeah.

All right.
That's a wrap, everybody.

We'll pick it up here
tomorrow morning.

What you got, Jay?

Just a bunch of crap.

Oh, man.
"Laramie's wife on drugs."

"Star too busy to notice."

Mr. Laramie?
I'm Reggie, Aegis Security.

Hey, Reggie.
The studio sent me
to keep an eye on things.

I'll be on set
for the rest of the show.

(SCOFFS)
Well, I could use you.

Hey, Bo.
Hey.

No soccer
with Zach this...

Oh, my God.
No, that's okay.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm so sorry.
Sierra.

I can't believe
I just said that. (SOBS)
Sierra, look at me. Sierra?

Zach will be fine, okay?

Okay. (SNIFFLES)
All right? (CHUCKLES)

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

God damn it.

BO: Hey!

Hey!

What are you gonna do,
hit me, too?

Man.

(ENGINE STARTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. It's bullshit, man!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GROANS)

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGS)
Yeah, Beverly Hills.

Let me have the number for
a Dr. Jennifer Kelley, please.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Whoa!
(TIRES SCREECH)

(GROANS, SCREAMS)

Hey!

Help me!
I'm comin', man.
Hold on!

You got to help me.
Please!

Laramie! Oh, God.

Help me! Hurry!

(FABRIC TEARING)
(GROANING)

Hurry! Oh, God.

I'm here.
(SHOUTS)

Sit up.
Help me. Reach.
Reach! Reach! Reach!

Give me your hand.
Hurry up. (GROANS)

(GROANING CONTINUES)
BO: Give me your hand.

What are you trying to do,
kill me?

Shut up and give me
your goddamn hand!
Damn! Oh, my God!

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

Help me! Please!

Hold on, man.
Hurry!

(STRAINING)

Hurry!
(GRUNTING)

Oh, God! You... You think
we were up your ass before?
I'm gonna own you now, slick.

What'd you say?
Just pull me up!

Pull me up.

(GROANS)
Come on. Pull me up. Hurry!

(GROANING)
Pull me up! Now! Now!

(SCREAMING)

(BODY THUDS)

I'm startin' to feel
much more in control
of my anger.

Well, that's quite
a leap in progress.

Especially considering
your recent tragedy.

Yeah.

Well, I can't let the fact
that four paparazzis
nearly killed my family

affect my behavior,
now, can I?

What do you mean
by that, Bo?

Well, you asked me
to work on something,
and, uh, I did.

Well, surely you must
have some feelings
about what happened.

I feel cheated.

I'm angry.

Blessed.

All at the same time.

(SIGHS)
What's this?

A journal.

I want you to start
recording specific events
that prompt your anger,

and how you dealt with them
in the moment.

Doing this will help you
put a face on your problems.

My problems already
have faces, Dr. Kelley.

Well, then you're moving
in the right direction.

Let this journal become
a sanctuary for you, Bo.

My clients are having
great success with it.

(SCOFFS)

Really?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(CRANE WHIRRING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

This shit happens
way too often.

This kid never even
hit the brakes.

This guy ain't no kid.
He's close to 40.
They call 'em Rolex Riders.

They hang out
in Beverly Hills,
wear expensive leathers.

Same guy cuts
all their hair.
Pity. He was cute.

Hey, fellas.
Detective Burton, SIS.

You boys mind
if I sniff around?

Knock yourself out,
Detective.

Hey, mind if I ask
you something?

What's
Special Investigations

sending a D2 down
to a traffic accident?

Well, I heard
your victim's name
on the radio.

He was part of a case
that I've been working on.

It's probably nothing.
I just thought
I'd look around.

Here you go, sweetie.

Thank you.
Sure.

(SIGHS)

Need anything else?
Mm-mmm.

I'm fine.

Okay.
(PHONE RINGING)

One second.
All right?

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(LINE RINGING)

BO: Hello.
Oh, hi, Bo.
It's Detective Burton.

Hey, Detective.
I hope I'm not
bothering you.

No, no, no.
We just got back
from the hospital.

Any change?
No, no.
No change.

But thanks for asking.
So, what's up?

Well,
you remember that guy
Kevin Rosner?

He was killed earlier today
in a motorcycle accident.

The... the name
sounds familiar. Wh...

He was one of
the photographers that was
involved in your accident.

Hmm. Oh. Well, that's
too bad, isn't it?

I just thought
you'd like to know.

Yeah, well,
I appreciate you calling.

Okay.

(PHONE CLICKS, BEEPS)

Bo! (GROANS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(SHUTTER CONTINUES CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

All right.

Okay.

(PHONE RINGS)

MAN: Chrissy!
Hey, baby.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey. What do you got?

Just like I expected.
Cops refused to release
Kevin's personal effects.

Then what are we doin'...
Would you let me finish?
I said I expected it.

So I slapped 'em with a bogus
power of attorney.
They didn't have any choice.

Ready for the good news?

Cheryl.
Do you mind, love?

(BEEPING)

Check this out.

(BEEPING)

REX: Kevin!

Even in death,
they can't shut him up.

REX: Hey, Cheryl.
Call Richard.
(LAUGHING)

Tell him to hold the cover.

CHERYL: Hello, Debra.
Can you get me through
to Richard?

We got something here.
We need to
speak with him now.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Bo?

Bo! Howdy.
Hey, Detective.

How are you?
Good. How you doin'?

Okay. Good to see you.
Everything all right?

Yeah, things are good.
Good.

BO: You want
a cup of coffee?
BURTON: I'd love one. Thanks.

Let's take a walk.
I'll show you around.
Okay.

Listen, the other day
after I hung up with you
I did some digging around.

Right.

We're dealing with
real scumbags here, Bo.

BURTON: This guy...
Leonard Clark?

He used to be
an attorney.

He got himself disbarred
for distribution of narcotics.
Is that right?

What do you think
the son of a bitch does?

He turns around and sues
the police department for
illegal search and seizure.

Cost the city a million bucks
just to make it go away.

He's still on probation for
possession of
illegal firearms.

Really?

And this other guy... Harper?
The guy you slapped around?

BO: Yeah.

He slimed his way out of
an attempted rape charge.

Guess who
the attorney was?

Leonard Clark?
Yeah.

And by the way,
you're not the first
deep pockets he got into.

Right.

This actor,
Andy Baldwin?
Alec?

Yeah. One of
those Baldwin guys.
Right.

Anyway,
he slaps Harper around.

Harper takes him
to the cleaners,

and then Harper moves into
a boat in the marina.

Now, listen, Bo,

until I get this thing
straightened out...

I know that you actors
have people and places
you wanna keep confidential.

Right.

If I were you, I would
be very careful about what
I said on my cell phone.

Really. Why's that?
Because for a couple
hundred dollars,

you can go to
your local radio guy

and you can drop in
on anybody at any time.
Hmm.

Bo, we're ready
for you on set.
Okay.

Listen, Detective,
thanks for coming by.
I appreciate it.

I'll speak to you soon.
Okay?
Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm scared for Zach.
I...

Part of me just wants
to take him back to Montana
where he can feel secure.

And I don't think
he's gonna get that here.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAR KEYS JINGLING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(BEEPING)

(LINE RINGS)

(SCANNER STATIC)
(CELL PHONE LINE RINGING)

Hey, Reg.
Where you at, man?

Yeah, I just got here.

BO: Listen, Nicole Kidman's
coming by for a lunch meeting.

REGGIE: All right, I'm on it.
BO: See you in a sec.

(BEEPS)

(EXHALES)

You hear that, Leonard,
you piece of shit?

Sorry, man.
Can't let you slide.

Mr. Laramie's orders.
(CHUCKLES)

Mm-mmm.
Do you mind?

Yes, I do.

What's going on, Reg?
Uninvited guest.

Oh, yeah?

I don't see anybody
hurt or naked. You sure you're
in the right place, Leonard?

Very funny.
Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Get rid of him, Reg.

You heard him.
Don't touch me!

I'm leaving.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(BEEP, LINE RINGING)

WOMAN:
Emergency Response.

(LOUDLY) Listen, there's
a guy with a blue metallic
Volvo station wagon!

He's waving a gun
all over the place!

WOMAN: What is your location?
Westbound on Sunset Boulevard!

We're coming up
to Western now!

His license number
is ABM543.

Right. He's by himself!
He's a white guy! He's crazy!
Get somebody down here!

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

FEMALE POLICE DISPATCHER:
All units, be on the lookout
for a blue Volvo wagon,

license Adam-Baker-Mary 543.

Approach with caution.
Driver has priors for
illegal weapons possession.

Last seen heading westbound
on Sunset near Western.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIREN CHIRPING)
MALE OFFICER: (ON LOUDSPEAKER)
Pull over immediately!

Pull your vehicle over!
Oh, bollocks.

(SIREN CONTINUES BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

LEONARD: Do you wanna
see a license?

MALE OFFICER 1:
Show me your hands!

MALE OFFICER 2:
Get your hands up!

Do it now! Right now!
LEONARD: What the hell
is this?

Gun!

(DISPATCHERS TALKING
INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

And I'll let you stay up
as late as you want

until 10:00.

Do you want a new bike?
(CHUCKLES)

(WHISPERS) We need you
to wake up.

(SIGHS)

One man is dead
in what police are describing
as a bizarre "suicide by cop."

The victim, Leonard Clark,
pointed a weapon
at several officers,

who were forced
to open fire,

killing the man instantly.

Details are still sketchy,
but police are
describing the weapon

as a modified
.45-caliber blank gun,

commonly used
in the motion picture
industry.

We're awaiting
a press conference
by the authorities,

and we'll bring it
to you live,
when it happens.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi. You've reached
Wendell Stokes Photography.

You got somethin' to say,
say it.

(BEEPS)
Wendell, it's Rex.
Pick up the phone!

Leonard's dead!
Pick up the phone!

It was Laramie,
and I know it.
Did you call Burton?

Yeah. Know what he said?
"The case is
under investigation."

Look, he's coming
for us next, man.
You know that.

Yeah, but at least
we'll know when he's coming.

The cops don't
go after him, Wendell...

We will.

Did you get those
from Rudy?
Yep.

Oh, these are beauties.

They'll transmit
to my system perfectly.
(BEEPS)

How are we
supposed to get in?

Have a little faith,
my friend.

Now, you would think
people would be
more careful.

BO: Are you gonna
be all right?
ABBY: Mm-hmm.

Yeah?
If I don't feel well,

I'll have Ken
cover my class.

Well, listen, just call me and
I'll have Reggie pick you up
if there's any problem.

Shh!
I'll be fine.

Okay. All right.
(LAUGHS)

I'll be with Zach
all afternoon.

I'll see you two for lunch
at the hospital.
Mm-hmm.

I love you, beautiful.
I love you too.

I'll see you soon.
Okay.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

How's Zach?
He's still
in stable condition.

Thanks for asking.
That's good news, Bo.

What you got?
It might be a while.
We're running a little behind.

All right.
I have script changes for you,

and there's
a Detective Burton here.

I told him he could wait
in your trailer.
He's in my trailer?

Yeah.
All right, thanks.

Oh, hiya, Bo.
Hey.

Hope you don't mind,
that little girl outside,
she said it was okay...

No, no, of course.
Thanks.

How's it going?
Oh, good.

Geez, look at this place.
It's amazing.

My kids
will not believe this.

You got kids, huh?
Yeah.

Really?
How many kids you got?
Six girls.

Six girls? Wow.
I kept trying
for the boy, but you know...

It sounds like it.
(CHUCKLES)

Well, I guess you know
why I'm here, Bo.
It's pretty hard to miss.

So you know
what I'm talking about?

Well, I think, you are talking
about Leonard Clark, huh?

Can you believe this guy?

He pulls a gun
on half of our department.

Well, the guy's a bit
of a jerk, I mean, come on.
Hey.

Sorry to interrupt, Bo.
No, it's all right.

Okay, here you go, Detective.

This is a copy
of the paperwork
we gave to the ATF.

Well, thank you, Charlie.
Thank you very much.
I'll stop by on my way out.

All right.

Oh, yeah,
we traced the gun here.
Charlie reported it missing.

You know Leonard Clark
was here that day, right?

I heard that.

Bo...

I've now got two
dead paparazzi

that were involved
in your accident.

I wish I could tell you more
about these clowns,
you know, it's...

I don't know,
it just takes
a certain kind of person

that would do
something like this.

Complete and utter distortion
of the truth.

Welcome to my world,
Detective.

I'll tell you, Bo...

I don't know what I would do
if anyone ever hurt
one of my family.

I'm running up against it
on this one, Bo.

What do you think?

I think you're dealing with
a random accident

and a suicide, Detective.
That's what I think.

Well, as it turns out...

Rosner's accident
might not be that random.

The investigators
are still looking into it.

And now...

I've got this gun.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Excuse me one second.

(BO CLEARS THROAT)

WOMAN:
Excuse me, Bo.
Paul sends his apologies.

That's okay.
How soon until I'm up?
10:00 tomorrow morning.

BO: 10:00 tomorrow?
WOMAN: Yeah.

All right. Thanks, sweetie.

Well, if that's it,
I'm gonna head home.

Hey, I'm done here.
Okay.

Oh, you know, Bo,
there is one thing,
and I hate to ask.

Would you sign a picture
for my kids?

Yeah, of course.
Are you kidding me?
If it's not too much trouble.

No, no. no.
Let me just grab a pen.

Well, here.

Why don't you use this?
Fine.

Thank you.

There you go.

Thanks.
Sure.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS, BUZZING)

(DOOR LATCH OPENING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(LINE RINGING)

(BEEPS)

Maybe it's for one of us!
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(SCREAMING)
Hey.

Zach! Help!

(RINGING CONTINUES)
Help!

Stop!
Abby!

Bo!
(BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)

(YELLS) Help me!
Abby!

(HORN HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECH)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REVS)

ABBY: Help!
Shut up! Shut up!

Wendell!
(SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GRUNTS)
What the hell
are you doing?

(ABBY COUGHS)

(TIRES SCREECH)
Oh! It's Laramie.

Come on!

You say one word to the cops,
and I'm coming back
for the kid.

(COUGHING)
Abby!

Okay.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

They said
that if we told anybody,

that... They said
they'd hurt Zach.

They're never
gonna stop, Bo.

They're never gonna stop.
(WHISPERING)
It's okay, baby.

I'm here, honey.
I'm here.

(BEEPING)

(LINE RINGS)
REGGIE: Aegis Security.

Hey, Reg, listen.
I need you
to do me a favor.

I need you to go down
to the hospital and keep
an eye on Zach tonight.

Hospital? Is Zach okay?
What's going on?
Hey, Reg. Reg.

I'll fill you in later.
Okay?

Just make sure that nobody
goes inside of that room
unless they're a doctor.

You hear me?

It's done.
If there's any problems,
you call me.

All right.
All right. Thanks.

She's gonna be fine, Bo.
I gave her something
to help her rest.

Is there anything
I should do?
No, no, no.

Just let her rest.
She'll sleep
a good 12 hours or more.

I'll call tomorrow,
see how she's doing.
All right.

Listen, I appreciate
you coming by.
Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

But if there's a change,
I want to know.
You got it.

I'll call you.
Okay.

How you doing, fellas?

How you doing, Mr. Laramie?

I'm Deputy Walker.
This is my partner,
Deputy Wilson.

Detective Burton stopped by,
said you might
need some extra security.

Yeah, just until
things settle down.

I appreciate you guys
coming out.
No, no, happy to do it.

We're gonna be out here
all night, walk
the perimeter every hour.

Wife never got a look
at the guy, huh?
Nah, she didn't.

So, come on, Rex, what's
the plan? I know you got
something up your sleeve.

The idea of going in there,
Wendell,

was to protect ourselves.

If we were worried Laramie
was coming after us before,
we have guaranteed it now.

Why don't we just
call the cops?

And tell them...

we broke into his house,

you attacked his wife!

(SHOUTS) And that
we would like
some protection?

You're a moron, Wendell.

You're an absolute moron!

Hey, wait a second, man,
what the hell did you
expect me to do?

The bitch was all over me.

Go home!

Check your monitor.
See if Laramie's
found the cameras.

I gotta think this through.

Go home.
I'll call you later.

(RAP SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

Yo, yo! What's up
with the light, man?

Gonna have to see some ID.
Come on, man.

Ain't that big-ass sign
enough ID for you?
Let's go.

License and registration.
What, I look like a terrorist?

Just the ID, please.
It's right there.
There you go.

(MUTTERING)
Only Black man in Malibu.

Guys always messin' with me.
Always messin' with me.

What'd you say?
I said, 30 minutes
or it's free.

Go on.

The money better all be there,
or that's your ass.
Move on.

DRIVER: All right.

I'm goin'.
Not waitin' for y'all.
(TIRES SCREECH)

(RAP SONG CONTINUES)

(CREAKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

What's going on, man?
(GASPS)

You!

Yo, you Bo, right?
You Bo, right?
Yeah. Yeah.

(LAUGHS)
This your crib!

Yeah.
What do I owe you
for the pizza?

Yo, man! You don't owe me
nothin', man.

Just send down one of them
bad white bitches,
and we're straight.

You can
have all the pizza you want.

All right, tell you what.
Here's $60. (CHUCKLES)

All right?
All right, yo,
thanks a lot, man.

Listen,
the front door's open.

Put one pie inside,
the other one to the cops
out front, will you, please?

All right?
Okay, man. All right.

Have a good night.
Good lookin' out!

All right.

(POLICE DISPATCHER TALKING
INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Yeah, it's Burton.
How's Vic comin'
with that Leonard Clark tape?

No kidding.

Tell him to cue it up.
I'll be right in.
(PHONE BEEPS)

There you go, chief.

Well, I'll be
a son of a bitch.

Can I get
a copy of this?
Copy?

I can give it to you on DVD.

I'm gonna
go wake up Laramie.

(WIND HOWLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi. You've reached
Wendell Stokes Photography.

You got somethin' to say,
say it.

(MACHINE BEEPS)
Wendell, Rex.
I got a plan.

I'll be at your place
at 8:00 a.m. sharp.
Keep an eye on those cameras.

And call me
if he leaves his house.
(BEEPS)

(HIGH FREQUENCY BUZZING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(WHISTLES)
Hey, Wendell.
(GASPS)

What the hell
are you doing here?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Aw, shit.

Wait a minute.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORN HONKING)

(CAMERA FLASHES)

(BEEPS)
This is Burton.
Get me Traffic.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Morning.
Good morning.

BURTON: Listen, fellas,
thanks for helping out.

Here's some hot coffee
and a dozen doughnuts
to start your day.

OFFICER 1: Great.
OFFICER 2:
Appreciate it, Detective.

You fellas
get some rest.
(ENGINE STARTS)

(INTERCOM LINE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(INTERCOM LINE
CONTINUES RINGING)

(GROANS)

(RINGING)

Hey, Detective.
Good...

How did you know
it was me?

'Cause, uh,
I can see your car.

I... I'll let you in.

(BEEP)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. You caught me.
I was in the shower.

How did my guys do last night?
Were they okay?
They were great.

I got a great night of sleep
thanks to them.
Glad to hear it.

Listen, Bo, I got something
I'd like you to take
a look at. Only take a minute.

No, no. Come on inside.
It'll help me out a lot.

Is everything
all right?
Great.

Yeah?
Yeah.

What do we got?
What is this?

Impound found
some video equipment

in the back
of Leonard's car.

Seems he was wearing
a miniature camera
when he came to the set.

Well, why are we
watching this?
I don't understand.

Oh, just be patient.
Best part is the end.

BURTON:
Okay, now...

Watch this very closely.

Hmm.

BURTON: There.

It's a jacket.

And there was something
about that jacket

that was bothering me.

And then it hit me.

The boys at the crime lab
prepared this for me.

Now, you'll notice
that in the first shot,

the lapels
are facing away from us.

In the second shot,

the lapels are
facing towards us.

And?

I was wondering how the jacket
removed itself
from its hook,

and turned itself around.

You see, the button-cam
is all one shot,
it's unedited, uninterrupted.

And Leonard left his car
and came back only once.

You know what I think?

I think someone
on that set...

planted the gun.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.

(BEEPS)
Burton.

I'm on my way.

You don't want your disc?

Keep it.
We got the original.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Ma'am, my name
is Detective Burton.

I'm from the Los Angeles
Police Department,

and I'm here to talk to you
about the night of April 18.

(KNOCKING)

(GROANS)

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

(APPROACHING SIRENS WAILING)

They lied to you,
Detective.

They caused
the accident that night.

Then why the hell
didn't you come forward with
this information before?

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

This is Detective Burton.

I need two units
to pick up Rex Harper
on suspicion of rape.

Berth 40,
slip seven at the marina.

The suspect is a white male,
about six feet tall.

And I also need a patrol car
to meet me at the home
of Wendell Stokes,

1323 Old Malibu Road.

Both units are code two.

MALE DISPATCHER:
Roger that, Detective.

Units already dispatched
to both those locations,

responding to
anonymous 911 calls.

10-4.

What the...

(GASPING)

Laramie.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

MAN: Okay that's really good.
That's real clean right there.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

I want all of this glass
bagged up, Jerry.

We got a dump in here.

What do you got, Tim?
Hey.

Looks like the perp
came through the window.

We got a bloody handprint
on the wall.

Blunt force,
trauma to the head,
no sign of a struggle.

Haven't found
a weapon yet.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Guy's a bit of a freak,
huh?

(HIGH FREQUENCY BUZZING)

What's this?

This is a live feed
into Laramie's house.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And that's Rex Harper.
Press that record button.

Call the Malibu Sheriff's
Department.

Tell 'em to meet me
at Laramie's house
with backup!

Code three! Do you hear me?
Yeah!

(PHONE RINGING)

BURTON: Come on, damn it.
Pick it up!
(LINE RINGING)

Come on, Laramie!
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Took the bait, huh, Rex?

Answer the damn phone!
Come on!

(GROANS, WHEEZES)

You know what, Rex?

Rex.
Huh?

(PHONE RINGING)

This feels a lot better
than I thought.

Ohh!
(GROANS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(BEEP)
Hello?

Laramie,
it's Burton.
Detective?

Harper's on your property
with a gun.
He is?

Yes, he is!
Don't ask questions.

Just find a way out!
I'm on my way!

Hurry, Detective!
He's here!

Laram...
(REX GROANING)

BO: Stop!
Talk to me!

Hurry! He's here!
(GROANS)

(REX GROANING)
What the hell is going on?
Laramie? Laramie!

Damn it!

(GROANING)

You're in
a lot of trouble, Rex.

The bat was a nice touch,
wasn't it?

You're going down
for Wendell's murder.

You can't do... Ohh!
What can't I do?

(CLANGS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)
Ooh, the cops are here.

Okay. Okay.

Gotta make this right.
Yeah. Okay.
(TIRES SCREECH)

This worked out
so perfect, Rex.

I don't think I could've
written it any better myself.

It's just a shame
I can't tell anyone.

Except you.
I can tell you,
can't I, Rex, huh?

I feel like I can share
anything with you.
I feel the need to share.

BURTON: Bo!

In here, Detective!
Upstairs!

You ready for
the last act, Rex? Huh?

Thank God.
Detective, thank God
you've called me.

You... you saved my life.

Wait a second!
He's the one...
(GROANS)

I owe you one.
He almost killed me.

Come on, now, Bo.
Give me the gun.

Take it easy. Okay?
It's over.

Just put the gun down.
Okay. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

(BO GASPS) Yeah.
(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIREN WAILING)

Get this piece of shit
out of my house.

(APPROACHING SIRENS WAILING)
(CHUCKLES)

All right, come on.
Get up.

Come on. Get up!
(REX GROANS)

Cuff this moron.
Get him out of here.

(SIREN WAILING)

(CUFFS RATTLING, SNAPPING)

Okay. Okay, okay.
Come on.

Ow!
Photographer.
My ass.

(GROANS)
Hey. I'll be out
in a week.

Just another great story
for Rex Harper.

BURTON: In a week
you'll be somebody's wife.
Come on.

Hey, Russell, come on.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SHUTTERS CLICKING)

REPORTER:
Mr. Harper,
what were you doing here?

WOMAN: Any response
to the rape allegations?

MAN: Were you
and Wendell lovers?

(OVERLAPPING CLAMORING)

MAN: Did you kill
Kevin Rosner?
What about Wendell Stokes?

(REPORTERS CONTINUE SHOUTING)

Give us a sound bite!
All right,
I'm comin' through!

Let me through.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Get out of my way!
(SIREN WHOOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He's on his last shot.
I'm headed towards him now.
Can you hang on?

Bo. Hospital.

This is Bo.

(ABBY CRYING SOFTLY)

Hi, Daddy.

Oh, my boy!

Hello, son.
Hi, Daddy.

Hi!

I missed you, buddy.
I missed you, too.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Bo Laramie!
Hey, Matthew.

Congratulations.
Thank you, sir.

Good to meet you, man.
You as well.

Hey, meet my family.
This is my wife Abby.

Abby? Matthew.

My son, Zach.
What do you say, Zach?

(WOMAN CHUCKLES)
Proud of your dad, huh?

Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah? All right.

Keep up the good work.
I will. I will.

Nice to meet y'all.
Thanks, man.

Zach, take care of them.
Y'all have a good night.

All right, ready, Bo?
Yeah, yeah.

All right, son, I'm gonna
go take some pictures.
Okay.

Sweetheart,
see you in the car.

Little baby girl.
See ya, honey.

You look beautiful.

Are you ready,
honey?
ZACH: Yeah.

Okay. This way.

(CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

I love you, Bo!

Bo!
Come on, Bo! Big smile!

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

MAN: Bo! Over here, man!
Turn around! Turn around!

Hey, Bo!

Packin' on a few pounds
there, Laramie?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

As a matter of fact,
I am.

Looks good on me,
doesn't it?

(RECHARGING BEEP TONE)

(BLUES ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I was lost

♪ I thought
the losin' dice were tossed

♪ I didn't know
where to go

♪ I didn't have
no one to turn to

♪ I'm glad I found you
just in time

♪ Won't miss those things
that I left behind

♪ 'Cause now I'm goin'

♪ In the right

♪ Direction

♪ 'Cause now I'm goin'

♪ In the right

♪ Direction

♪ Now I've found

♪ The road I need
to travel down

♪ I don't know
what tomorrow brings

♪ Day by day with you
I do the same thing

♪ I'm so glad I'm standin'
on my own two feet

♪ No more runnin'
to that dead-end street

♪ 'Cause now I'm goin'

♪ In the right

♪ Direction

♪ 'Cause now I'm goin'

♪ In the right

♪ Direction ♪

(DARK MUSIC PLAYING)