Paparazzo - Reality Check/Script

The following are dialog and mission scripts for "Paparazzo - Reality Check", a mission in Grand Theft Auto V.

Script

(Franklin arrives at the Generic Hotel to find Beverly who had not paid him for his help in acquiring photographs and videos of celebrities)

Beverly Felton: You can go tight in, I'm really hydrated.
Beverly Felton: Do I need makeup? Am I blotchy?

(Beverly is preparing to shoot a scene for his reality television show)

Franklin Clinton: Hey Beverly!

Beverly Felton: Oh, man, you fucking ruined the shot, you ruined the fucking shot!

Franklin Clinton: What the fuck you talking about?

Beverly Felton: You ruined the fucking shot. It's a fucking reality show and you ruined it, homie.

Franklin Clinton: Homie's got you them photos. Poppy Mitchell. The English princess. The others.

Beverly Felton: Oh right man, you know, I don't even remember right, the whole thing is like whoosh.

Franklin Clinton: But what about my money?

Beverly Felton: We're shooting a show here, trying to work. Hello? Like just, you know, have somebody call my agent or something.

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuck you.

Beverly Felton: Whatever. Back to one, please, we're shooting something. Okay, okay, okay, now, n-now. Where were we? Guys, do we have enough shots of me jumping around the corner?

Cameraman: I think we're good, we'll cut Poppy's reaction in when we get back to the studio.

Beverly Felton: Awesome. I can't believe the effort I used to go to for celebrity shots. If I'd known I could just get my agent to call their agent and stage it all, my life would have been so much easier.

Cameraman: Yeah, well, welcome to the big leagues, my friend. Let's get some lead-in lines, and then we'll wrap.

Beverly Felton: Sure thing. We're rolling? Good... okay.

(Beverly takes a quick breath to deliver the lead-in lines for his reality show)

Beverly Felton: Poppy Mitchell, all-American good girl turned deviant slut. For years she's cultivated the image that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth when all along it's been dripping with a different kind of protein... is that too much?

Cameraman: It's just weird man. It doesn't even make any sense. Isn't butter a fat, not a protein?

Beverly Felton: You're all so literal. Okay, scrap that. Let's pick it up.

(Beverly takes a breath to deliver the lead-in lines for his reality show)

Beverly Felton: According to my insider sources, Poppy has been spotted here, at The Generic Hotel... the question is: why? Is she really attending a charity fundraiser for starving children, or is she getting tag-teamed by the cast of Medicate Me? There's only one man you can trust for the answers, and that's why I'm risking life and liberty to bring you the truth!

Cameraman: And cut! That'll work. Let's call it a day. I'll get the shot of you walking to the car.

(If Franklin interrupts the discussion between Beverly, the cameraman and the third person)

Beverly Felton: Enough, already, okay? I don't have time to give you an autograph. So sorry about that loser, where were we?

Cameraman: I don't even remember. Let's take it from the Poppy intro.

Beverly Felton: So annoying. Can I get some fucking security next time? This is ridiculous.

Cameraman: (Yeah) Good luck with that. They don't even pay for our gas. Come on, let's just get this over with.

Beverly Felton: Ah, they're lucky I'm a professional. Okay... Poppy Mitchell, the newly crowned Whore of Vinewood, is in this hotel right behind me. I'm here to find out who she's opening her legs for this time, and to ask why she thinks she can continue to break America's heart with this depraved sexual behavior.

If Franklin assaults Beverly

Franklin Clinton: One way or another, motherfucker, I'm gettin' paid.

If Franklin steals Beverly's car

Beverly Felton: Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Franklin Clinton: Man, I'm taking this as a fucking payment, you biotch!

Beverly Felton: I don't think so, homeboy!

(If Franklin drives far enough way to stop Beverly chasing him and returns to taunt him)

Beverly Felton: The cops are on the way, just give me the car back!

(Beverly chases Franklin and his car)

Beverly Felton: You were never cut out for this business.
Beverly Felton: You ungrateful prick!
Beverly Felton: Why are you so bitter?
Beverly Felton: You're such a hanger-on!
Beverly Felton: When did we discuss money anyway?
Beverly Felton: Is this because I'm a celebrity and you're not?
Beverly Felton: I've moved on. Deal with it.
Beverly Felton: After all I've done for you!