UNSETTLING MUSIC RAPID STRING CHORD RAPID STRING CHORD ELEGANT, UNSETTLING MUSIC MUSIC BECOMES LILTING (People chatter softly) MAN: Our pasta this evening is squid ravioli in a lemongrass broth, with goat cheese profiteroles. I also have an arugula Caesar salad. For entrees this evening, I have swordfish meat loaf with onion marmalade. Rare roasted partridge breast in raspberry coulis with a sorrel timbale. And grilled free-range rabbit with herb French fries. Our pasta tonight is a squid ravioli in a lemongrass broth, and the fish tonight is a grilled... WOMAN: And with a double espresso. God, I hate this place. It's a chick's restaurant. Why aren't we at Dorsia? Because Bateman won't give the maitre d head. (Laughs mockingly) Is that Reed Robinson over there? Are you freebasing? That's not Robinson. Well, who is it, then? It's Paul Allen. It's not Paul Allen. He's on the other side of the room over there. Who's he with? Some weasel from Kicker Peabody. There's no good bathroom to do coke in. Are you sure that's Paul Allen? Yes, McDoofus. I am. He's handling the Fisher account. Lucky bastard. Lucky Jew bastard. Jesus. What does that have to do with anything? I've seen that bastard talking on the phone to the CEOs spinning a fucking menorah. Not a 'menorah'. You spin a 'dreidel'. Oh, my God, Bateman, you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes, some latkes? No, just, uh...cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks. Oh, I forgot. Bateman's dating someone from the ACLU. (Chuckles) Mmm. The voice of reason. Boy next door. Speaking of reasonable... Only $570. Not bad. A little something for your purse. MCDERMOTT: Give her the 50. SONG: # I don't care 'cause I'm not there # And I don't care if I'm there tomorrow # Again and again I've taken too much # Of the things that cost you too much # I used to think that the day would never come # I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun # My morning sun is the drug that brings me near # To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear # I used to think that the day would never come # That my life would depend on the morning sun... # Two Stoli on the rocks. These aren't good anymore. It's a cash bar. It'll be $25. You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, then play around with your blood. # Afraid of what they'll see # That's the price that we all pay # Our valued destiny comes to nothing... # What can I get for you two? SOOTHING CLASSICAL MUSIC BATEMAN: I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an icepack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do 1,000 now. (Exhales) (Inhales) After I remove the icepack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there. 'WALKING ON SUNSHINE' BY KATRINA AND THE WAVES PLAYS # Mmm # Yeah # I said "Baby I just want you back # "And I want you to stay" # Oh, yeah, now # I'm walking on sunshine # Who-oa # I'm walking on sunshine Good morning, Hamilton. # Who-oa Nice tan. # I'm walking on sunshine # Who-oa... # Late. Aerobics class, sorry. Any messages? Ricky Harrison has to cancel. He didn't say what he's cancelling or why. I occasionally box with Ricky at the Harvard Club. Anyone else? Spencer wants to meet for drinks at Flutie's Pier 17. When? After six. Negative. Cancel it. And what should I say? Just say no. Just say no? OK, Jean, I need reservations for three at Camol's at 12:30. And if not there, try Crayons, alright? Yes, sir. Oh, wait. And I need reservations for two at Arcadia at 8 o'clock on Thursday. Something romantic? No. (Chuckles dryly) Silly. Forget it. I'll make them. No, I'll do it. No, no. Be a doll and just get me a mineral water, OK? You look nice today. Don't wear that outfit again. What? I didn't hear you. I said do not wear that outfit again. Wear a dress, a skirt or something. You don't like this, I take it. Come on. You're prettier than that. Thanks, Patrick. TELEPHONE RINGS I'm not here. And high heels. I like high heels. MAN ON TELEVISION: Feathered Friends for $600. MAN ON TELEVISION: During courtship, the male frigatebird inflates to enormous size the red pouch found here. SONG: # She's a craze you'll endorse She's a powerful force # You're obliged to conform when there's no other course # She used to look good to me, but now I find her DRUM BEATS # Simply irresistible... # Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles, Godiva, and oysters on the half-shell... I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancee, keeps buzzing in my ear. ..photographers. Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz. And we'll have to get someone to videotape. # It's simply unavoidable... Patrick, we should do it. MUSIC PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES Do...what? Get married, have a wedding. I can't take time off work. My father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly. I don't want to talk about it. I hate that job anyway. I don't see why you don't quit. Because I want...to fit...in. # Simply irresistible # Simply irresistible. Williams party. I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at espace, since I'm positive we won't have a decent table. But we do, and relief washes over me in an awesome wave. Patrick, this is my cousin, Vanden, and her boyfriend, Stash. They're both artists. The menu's in Braille. I see you've met everyone. You look awesome. (Giggles) OK. OK, alright. I'm fairly certain that Timothy Bryce and Evelyn are having an affair. Timothy is the only interesting person I know. I'm almost completely indifferent as to whether Evelyn knows I'm having an affair with Courtney Rawlinson, her closest friend. Courtney is almost perfect-looking. She's usually operating on one or more psychiatric drugs. Tonight I believe it's Zanex. Mmm? Oh, Luis, stop! More disturbing than her drug use, though, is the fact that she's engaged... (Contemptfully) ..to Luis Carruthers, the biggest doofus in the business. Tell me, Stash, do you think SoHo is becoming too...commercial? Yes. I read that. Oh, who gives a rat's ass? Hey, that affects us. (Timothy laughs mirthlessly) What about the massacres in Sri Lanka, honey? Doesn't that affect us? Do you know anything about Sri Lanka? How the Sikhs are killing tons of Israelis there. Come on, Bryce. There are more important problems than Sri Lanka...to worry about. Like what? Oh, we have to...end apartheid, for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and...world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless... ..and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return... to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern... ..and less materialism. We have to... (Chokes, laughs) Patrick... (Sniffs) ..how thought-provoking. ATM BEEPS, WHIRRS 'SECREIT NICHT' PLAYS SONG: # In secreit place # This hindir nicht # I hard ane beirne # Say till ane bricht # My huny, my hart # My heill # I have bene... # Hello. Hello. # ..leill # This hindir nicht # Ye brek my hart # My bony ane... # Are you saying 'bleach-ee'? (Speaks Chinese language) Two things. One - you can't bleach a Cerruti. Two - I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe. They're very expensive and I really need them cleaned. If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you. A-ya! I have a meeting at Hubert's in 20 minutes with Ronald Harrison. I need them cleaned by this afternoon. (Shouts) Listen, I cannot understand you! This...crazy! You're a fool. I can't cope with this. STUPID BITCHEE! Understand?! (Whispers) Crazy. Patrick? (Warmly) Hi, Patrick. I thought that was you. Hello... (Speaks unintelligible word) Isn't it ridiculous, coming all the way up here? But they really are the best. Then why can't they get these stains out? Can you talk to these people or something? I'm not...getting anywhere. (Laughs) Oh. What are those? Oh, well, it's...cranberry juice...cranapple. Really? If you could...talk to them, I'd really appreciate it. I have a lunch appointment at Hubert's in 15 minutes. Hubert's? That moved uptown, right? Well... Oh, boy, I've got to go. Thank you...Victoria. Maybe we could do lunch one day next week. I'm downtown often... I don't know. I'm at work all the time. What about a Saturday? Next Saturday? Sure. Can't, I'm afraid. At matinee of 'Les Mis.' I've really got to go. I'll... Christ, I'll call you. OK. Do. Listen, you're dating Luis, he's in Arizona, you're fucking me and we haven't made plans. What could you be up to tonight? Stop it! I'm... On a lot of lithium? Waiting for Luis to call me. He said he'd call tonight. Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole. You're dating the biggest dickweed in New York. Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed. Patrick, stop calling me Pumpkin, OK? (Weakly) I have to go. Courtney! Mmm? Dinner. I can't! I'm thinking Dorsia. Dorsia's nice. Wear something fabulous. PORNOGRAPHIC SOUNDS FROM TV MAN ON PHONE: Dorsia. Um, yes. It's a little late, but is it possible to reserve a table for two at 8:00 or...8:30 perhaps? (Man laughs) WOMEN MOAN ON VIDEO Oh, God. (Man laughs loudly) (Courtney slurs speech) Facial at Elizabeth Arden, which was really relaxing. And then to the Pottery Barn, where I...got this little... silver muffin dish. Is that Donald Trump's car? God, Patrick, shut up. You should take some more lithium or have a diet Coke. The caffeine might get you out of this slump. I just want a child. Just two...perfect... ..children. (Inhales, groans) (Slowly) Are we here? Yeah. ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC This is Dorsia? Yes, dear. Courtney, you're going to have the peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash. 'New York Matinee' called it, "a playful but mysterious little dish". You'll love it. And then the red snapper with violets and pine nuts. I think that will follow nicely. Mmm. Thanks, Patrick. Patrick, thanks so much for looking after Courtney. Dorsia. How impressive! How on earth did you get a reservation there? Lucky, I guess. That's a wonderful suit. Don't tell me, don't tell me. Let me guess. Mmm... Valentino Couture. Uh-huh. Hmm. It looks so soft. Your compliment was sufficient, Luis. Hello, Halberstram. Nice tie. How the hell are you? Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead Marcus Halberstram. It seems logical, because Marcus also works at P&P and, in fact, does the same exact thing I do. He also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Marcus and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut. So, how's the Ransom account going, Marcus? It's, uh...it's alright. Really? That's interesting. It's not, uh...not great? Oh, well, you know. So, how's Cecilia? She's a great girl. Oh, yeah. I'm very lucky. Mm-hm. Hey, Allen. Congratulations on the Fisher account. Thank you, Baxter. Listen, Paul. Squash. MYSTERIOUS MUSIC Call me. How about Friday? No can do. I got an 8:30 res. at Dorsia. Great...sea urchin ceviche. Dorsia...Friday night. How'd he swing that? CRAIG: I think he's lying. POWERFUL MUSIC Is that a gram? New card. POWERFUL MUSIC What do you think? Whoa-ho. Very nice. Look at that! Picked them up from the printer's yesterday. DAVID: Good colouring. That's bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Rail. It's very cool, Bateman, but that's nothing. Look at this. POWERFUL MUSIC TIMOTHY: That is really nice. Eggshell...with Romalian type. What do you think? (Whispers) Nice. Jesus. That is really super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful? I can't believe...that Bryce prefers Van Patten's card to mine. But wait. You ain't seen nothing yet. Raised lettering, Pale Nimbus...white. Impressive. Very nice. Mmm. Let's see Paul Allen's card. POWERFUL MUSIC Look at that subtle off-white colouring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh, my God. It even has a watermark. Something wrong? Patrick? You're sweating. TENSE MUSIC TRAFFIC RUMBLES HEARTBEAT POUNDS HEARTBEAT STOPS Hello. Pat Bateman. You want some, uh, money? Some food? This what you need? I-I'm hungry. Yeah. Cold out too, isn't it? Why don't you get a job? If you're so hungry, why don't you get a job? I lost my job. Why? Your drinking? Is that why you lost it? (Dryly) Insider trading? (Laughs) Just joking. Listen, what's your name? Al. (Firmly) Hmm? Speak up! Come on. Al. Get a goddamn job, Al. You've got a negative attitude. That's what's stopping you. You gotta get your act together. I'll help you. You are so kind, Mister. You're a kind...you're a kind man. It's OK. I can tell. Please! You've gotta tell me what to do. You've gotta help me. I'm so cold. I'm hungry. (Laughs) You know how bad you smell? You reek of shit! Do you know that? (Laughs) POIGNANT MUSIC Al...I'm sorry. It's just that... I don't know. I don't have anything in common with you. (Dog whimpers) Oh, thank you, mister, thank you. I, uh...I'm cold out here. (Barks) Do you know what a fucking loser you are? What? Hmm? (Grunts) (Dog barks) (Whimpers pitifully) HEARTBEAT POUNDS TENSE MUSIC What beautiful skin you have, Mr Bateman. So fine. So smooth. ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC I have all the characteristics of a human being - flesh, blood, skin, hair - but not a single clear, identifiable emotion. Except for greed...and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me, and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. (Choir sings) # Deck the halls with boughs of holly # Fa, la, la, la-la, la, la # 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa, la, la, la, la-la, la, la # Don we now our... # Hey, McCloy. What do you say? Hey, Hamilton. Have a holly, jolly Christmas. Is Allen still handling the Fisher account? Of course. Who else? Mistletoe alert. Merry Xmas, Patrick. (Kisses audibly) Merry Xmas, Harry. (Both kiss audibly) Merry Christmas. You're late, honey. I'm not, honey. Yes, you are. I've been here the entire time. You just didn't see me. Say hello to Snowball. Snowball says, "Merry Christmas, Patrick!" What is it? (Grunts) It's a little baby piggy-wiggy. It's a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. Make darling pets. Don't you? (Grunts) Don't you? Stop scowling, Patrick. You're such a Grinch. And what does Mr Grinch want for Christmas? And don't say breast implants again. Allen. PAUL: Marcus! Merry Christmas. How you been? Workaholic, I suppose. Haven't seen you in a while. Hey, Hamilton. Going to Nells. Limo's out front. We should have dinner. Maybe you could bring, uh... Cecilia. Yes! Cecilia. Oh, Cecilia would adore it. Well, then, let's do it, Marcus. Great party. Thanks. Patrick, why is he calling you Marcus? (Laughs, gasps) Mistletoe alert. LIVELY MEXICAN MUSIC Marcus Halberstram for two at 7:00. PAUL: No, I want to know. I came here for the cilantro crawfish gumbo. Alright? Which is the only excuse one could have for being in this restaurant, which is, by the way, almost completely empty. WAITER: I'm very sorry, sir. J&B straight and a Corona. Would you like to hear the... Double Absolut martini. Yes, sir. Would you like to hear the specials? Not if you want to keep your spleen. (Sarcastically) This is a real beehive of activity, Halberstram. This place is hot. Very hot. Listen, the, uh...mud soup and charcoal arugula are outrageous here. Yeah, well, you're late. Hey, I'm a child of divorce. Give me a break. I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime jello. We should have gone to Dorsia. (Whispers) I could have gotten us a table. Nobody goes there anymore. Is that Ivana Trump?! Oh, Jeez, Patrick...I mean Marcus. (Laughs) What are you thinking?! Why would Ivana be at Texarkana? So, uh, wasn't Rothschild originally handling the Fisher account? How'd you get it? Well, I could tell you that, Halberstram... but then I'd have to kill you! (Laughs) SOFT MUSIC I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane? Uh... (Laughs) Uh, great tan, Marcus. I mean, really impressive. Where do you tan? Salon. I've got a tanning bed at home. You should look in to it. And, uh, Cecilia... How is she? Wh-where is she tonight? Cecilia's, uh... Well, you know Cecilia. I think she's having dinner with, um, Evelyn Williams. Evelyn? Great ass. Goes out with that loser Patrick Bateman. What a dork! (Laughs) Another martini, Paul? PLASTIC AND METAL SHUFFLES You like Huey Lewis & the News? They're, uh...they're OK. Their early work was a little too...new-wave for my taste. But when 'Sports' came out in '83, I think they really came into their own. Commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour. Hey, Halberstram. Yes, Allen? Why are there copies of the style section all over the pla... Do you...do you have a dog? A little...chow or something? (Laughs) No, Allen. Is that a raincoat? Yes, it is! In '87, Huey released this - 'Four' - the most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is 'Hip to be Square'. The song's so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the words. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of friends - it's also a personal statement about the band itself. Hey, Paul! (Screams) # Couldn't take the punishment and had to settle down. Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fucking stupid bastard! # Yes, I cut my hair. You... fucking... bastard! # I don't even care, because I can tell what's going on. # It's hip to be square # It's hip to be square # I like my bands in business suits # I watch them on TV # I'm working out most every day # And watching what I eat # They tell me that it's good for me # But I don't even care # I know that it's crazy I know that it's nowhere # But there is no denying that # It's hip to be square # It's hip to be square MAN TALKS INDISTINCTLY standing up on the table - had no clothes on whatsoever. Patrick? Patrick! (Laughs) Is that you? No, Luis, it's not me. You're mistaken. This is my very good friend Patrick Bateman. Where are you going? We're going to Nells. Gwendolyn's father is buying it. (Grunts) Ooh! WHERE did you get that overnight bag? Jean Paul Gaultier. DRAMATIC STRINGS MUSIC When I get to Paul Allen's place, I use the keys I took from his pocket before disposing of the body. There is a moment of sheer panic when I realise that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... ..and it's obviously more expensive than mine. I calm myself... and move into the bedroom... where I find his suitcase and start to pack. It's time for Paul to take a little trip. (Under breath) Where to send the bastard... Dallas... ..Paris... ..Singapore or... ..London? I'll send the asshole there. BEEP (Alters voice) Hi, this is Paul. I've been called to London for a few days. Meredith, I'll call you when I get back. Hasta la vista, baby. BEEP DARK MUSIC KEYS JINGLE SONG: # Lady in red # Is dancing with me # Cheek to cheek # There's nobody here... # What is it? MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES Patrick. # It's just you and me... # (Coldly) Yes, Jean? There's a Mr Donald Kimball here to see you. Who? Detective Donald Kimball. MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY Tell him I'm at lunch. Patrick, it's only 10:30. I think he knows you're here. Send him in, I guess. Now, John, you've got to wear clothes in proportion to your physique. There are definite dos and don'ts, good buddy, of wearing a bold-striped shirt. A...bold-striped shirt calls for solid-coloured or discreetly patterned suits and ties. Yes, always tip the, uh, stylist 15%. Listen, John, I've got to go. T-Boone Pickens just walked in. (Laughs) Just joking. No, don't tip the owner of the salon. OK, John. Right. Got it. Sorry about that. No, I'm sorry. I should have made an appointment. Was...that anything important? Oh, that? Just mulling over business problems, examining opportunities, exchanging rumours... ..spreading gossip. (Laughs) (Laughs) Hi. I'm Donald Kimball. Hi. Pat Bateman. Nice to meet you. Sorry to barge in on you like this. I know how busy you guys can get. So, what's the, uh... topic of discussion? I've been hired by Meredith Powell to investigate the disappearance of Paul Allen. I see. Uh...Paul's disappearance, yeah. So, it's nothing that official. I just have some basic questions about Paul Allen, about yourself. Coffee? N-no, I'm OK. Apollinaris? No, I'm OK. Can you bring Mr, uh... Kimball. ..Mr Kimball a bottle of Apollin... No, really, I'm OK. It's no problem. So, what's the topic of discussion? The...disappearance...of Paul Allen. R-right. Well, I, um... ..haven't... I haven't heard anything about the disappearance or anything. Not on page six, at least. I think his family wants this kept quiet. Understandable. Lime? Uh, no, really, I'm OK. You sure? I can always get you a lime. Just some preliminary questions that I need for my own files, OK? Shoot. How old are you? 27. Where did you go to school? Harvard, then Harvard Business School. Your address? The American Gardens Building, West 81st Street. Mmm, nice. Very nice. Thanks. What can you tell me about Paul Allen? I'm at a loss. He was part of that whole Yale thing. "Yale thing"? Yeah. Yale thing. What do you mean, "Yale thing"? Well, I think, for one, that he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That Yale thing. What kind of man was he? Uh, besides the information you've just given. Hope I'm not being cross-examined here. You feel like that? No, not really. Where did Paul hang out? Hang out? Yeah, you know. Hang out. Let me think, um, the Newport, Harry's, Flutie's, Indochine, Nells, the Cornell Club, the New York Yacht Club... He had a yacht? No, he just hung out there. And...where did he go to school? Don't you know this? I just wanted to know if you know. EERIE MUSIC Before Yale, if I remember correctly, St...Paul's. Listen, I just...I just want to help. (Laughs) I understand. Do you have any witnesses or fingerprints? Well, there's a message on his...answering machine that says he went to London. Well, maybe he did, huh? His girlfriend doesn't think so. But has anyone seen him in London? Actually, yes. Mmm. But I've had a hard time getting actual verification. Stephen Hughes said he saw him at a restaurant there, but I checked it out and what happened is he mistook a Herbert Ainsworth for Paul, so... Had his apartment been burglarised? No, actually, it hadn't. Toiletries were missing, a suit was gone. So was some luggage. That's it. No-one's dealing with Homicide yet, right? No, not yet. As I said, we're not sure. Basically, no-one's seen or heard anything. So typical, isn't it? It's just strange. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... (Whispers) Nothing. People just disappear. (Exhales) The earth just... opens up and swallows them. Eerie. Really eerie. DISTANT OFFICE CHATTER Listen, you'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes. Uh, the Four Seasons? Isn't that a little far uptown? I mean, aren't you going to be late? No, there's one down here. Really? I didn't know that. Yes. It's very good. Listen, if anything else occurs to you, any information... Absolutely. I'm 100% with you. Great. And...thanks for your...time, Mr Bateman. Bye-bye. JEAN: Goodbye. (Woman screams hysterically) (Patrick pants heavily) UNSETTLED MUSIC ELECTRIC WINDOW WHIRRS PATRICK: I haven't seen you around here. You just haven't been lookin'. Would you like to see my apartment? I'm not supposed to. Do you want to come to my apartment or not? I'm not supposed to, but... (Laughs) ..I can make an exception. Do you take a credit card? I'm joking. Come on, get in. I'd like a girl, early 20s, blonde, who does couples. Couples. Now, I really can't stress 'blonde' enough. (Deliberately) Blonde. I'm Paul. My name's Paul Allen. You got that? You're Christie. You're to respond only to 'Christie'. Is that clear? SONG: # If you don't know me by now # If you don't know me # You will never, never, never know me... # That's a very fine chardonnay you're drinking. I want you to clean your vagina. No. From behind. Get on your knees. You have a very nice body. (Chuckles) PHONE RINGS Mmm? Thank you. Send her up. Christie, get out and dry off, choose a robe - not the Bijan, and, uh, come and meet me and our guest in the living room for drinks. # It should be so easy to do # Just get yourself together... # You've arrived! How lovely. Let me take your coat. I'm Paul. How good of you to come. # What good is a love affair When you can't see eye to eye... # Not quite blonde, are you? More dirty blonde. I'm going to call you Sabrina. I'm Paul Allen. So... ..don't you want to know what I do? No. No, not really. Well...I work on Wall Street. At Pierce & Pierce. Have you heard of it? You have a really nice place here, Paul. How much did you pay for it? Well, actually, that's none of your business, Christie. But I can assure you, certainly wasn't cheap. (Firmly) No. No smoking. Not in here. Varda truffle? I don't want you to get drunk, but, uh, that's a very fine chardonnay you're not drinking. (Phil Collins sings) # You know I love you, but I just can't take... # Do you like Phil Collins? Been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, 'Duke'. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. It was too artsy. Too intellectual. It was on 'Duke' where, uh... ..Phil Collins's presence became more apparent. I think 'Invisible Touch'...is the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christie...take off the robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little? Take the lyrics to 'Land of Confusion'. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. 'In Too Deep' is THE most moving pop song of the 1980s... ..about monogamy...and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive...affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christie, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins's solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying in a narrower way. Especially songs like 'In the Air Tonight' and 'Against All Odds'. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. MUSIC FADES OUT I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group... ..than as a solo artist. And I stress the word 'artist'. INTRODUCTION TO 'SUSSUDIO' This is 'Sussudio'. A great, great song. A personal favourite. (Breathes heavily) (Phil Collins sings) # There's a girl that's been on my mind # All the time # Su-ssu-ssudio # Oh-ho # Now, she don't even know my name # But I think she likes me just the same # Su-ssu-ssudio... # # Oh, if she called me, I'd be there. # I'd come running anywhere. # She's all I need, all my life. # I feel so good if I just say the word. # Sussudio. Don't touch the watch. FATEFUL MUSIC SABRINA: Can we go now? We're not through yet. If they have a good personality and they're not great-looking, who fucking cares? If they have a good personality and they're not great-looking, who fucking cares? Well, let's say, hypothetically, OK, what if they have a good personality? (All laugh) I know, I know. ALL: There are no girls with good personalities. A good personality consists of a chick with a little, hard body, will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty and who will essentially keep her dumb fucking mouth shut. The only girls with good personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or 'talented' - though God knows what the fuck THAT means - are ugly chicks. Absolutely. Because they have to make up for how fucking unattractive they are. Know what Ed Gein said about women? Maitre d at Canal Bar? No, serial killer, Wisconsin, in the '50s. And what did Ed say? "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. "One part of me wants to talk to her, be nice and sweet, treat her right." What did the other part think? (Laughs) What her head would look like on a stick. (Laughs manically) Hi, guys. I want to get your opinion on something. It's my business card. I decided to get a new one too. POWERFUL MUSIC Oh, it's... Very nice, Luis. Thank you. TENSE MUSIC Listen, what about dinner? Is that all you ever have to contribute, Van Patten? What about fucking dinner? Cheer up, Bateman. What's the matter? No shiatsu this morning? Keep touching me, you'll draw back a stump. Hold on there, little buddy. Excuse me. MUSIC INTENSIFIES God. Patrick! Why here? I've seen you looking at me. I've noticed...your...hot body. (Laughs) Don't be shy! You can't imagine how long I've wanted this - ever since that Christmas party at Arizona 206. You know the one, you were wearing that red-striped paisley Armani tie. I want you. I want you too! Patrick! (Yells) What is it?! Where are you going? I'm going to return some videotapes. MELODRAMATIC MUSIC MUSIC STOPS (Mouths) TENSE MUSIC KIMBALL: OK, Monday? Uh, the 20th. Monday, he has, um, a reservation... Any Paul Allen? No. A reservation, but he... Kimball! I've been wanting to talk with you. Come into my office. Jean, great jacket. Matsuda? Do you remember where you were the night of Paul's disappearance, which was on 20 December? God. I guess I was probably returning videotapes. I had a date with a girl named Veronica. That's not what I've got. What? That's not the information I've received. (Opens briefcase) Well, I... Wait. What information have you received? Let me see. Uh... You were with... Well, I...could be wrong. When was the last time you were with Paul Allen? We'd gone to a...new musical called...'Oh, Africa, Brave Africa'. It was a laugh riot. That was about it. I think we had dinner at...Orso's. No, Petal...no, Orso's. I hope I've been informative. Long day. Bit scattered. I'm a little spent now too. But...how about lunch in a week or so? When I've sorted out all this information. Great, yes, I'd like that. And...if you could try and pin down where you were... ..the night of Paul Allen's disappearance, it would make my job a lot easier. Absolutely. I'm with you on that one. HOLLOW MUSIC Huey Lewis & the News. (Laughs) Great stuff. I've just...bought it on my way here. You heard it? Never. I mean, I...don't really like singers. Not a big music fan, huh? No, I like music. Just they're... Huey's too black-sounding for me. Suit yourself. So, uh, lunch next week? I'll be there. (Pants) (Grunts loudly) (Groans) (Exhales audibly) Will you call me before Easter? Maybe. What are you doing tonight? Dinner at, uh, River Cafe. Au Bar afterwards, maybe. That's nice. (Flicks lighter) I never knew you smoked. You never noticed. Listen, Patrick... ..can we talk? You look...marvellous. There's nothing to say. You're going to marry Luis. (Sarcastically) Isn't that special? Patrick... Yes, Courtney? If I don't see you before Easter, have a nice one, OK? POIGNANT MUSIC You too. Patrick. Yeah? Nothing. DOOR CLOSES 'PUMP UP THE VOLUME' PLAYS (People talk excitedly) (Man raps) # Pump up the volume # Pump up the volume There's this theory - listen, Bateman - that if you can catch the AIDS virus through having sex with someone who's infected, then you can catch anything - Alzheimer's, uh, muscular dystrophy, haemophilia, leukaemia, diabetes, dyslexia... I'm not sure, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus. But...who knows? They don't know that. Prove it. (Sniffs, coughs) Oh, God. What? It's a fucking milligram of sweetener. I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my oatmeal. It's definitely weak, but if we do enough, we'll be OK. Can you keep it down? I'm trying to do drugs. FUCK YOU! Calm down. Let's do it anyway. That's alright. That's if the faggot in the NEXT STALL thinks it's OK! Fuck you! Hey, fuck you! Sorry, dude. My steroids. (Grunts) OK, let's do it. SONG: # I want to know what you're thinking # There are some things you can't hide # I want to know what you're feeling # Tell me what's on your mind Where did Craig go? Well, Gorbachev is downstairs. McDermott went to sign a peace treaty between the US and Russia. He's the one behind glasnost. He said he was in mergers and acquisition. You're not confused, are you? No, not really. WOMAN: Gorbachev is NOT downstairs. Caron's right. Gorbachev's not downstairs. He's at Tunnel. Ask me a question. So, what do you do? I'm into, uh...well, murders and executions, mostly. Do you like it? Well, it depends. Why? Well, most guys I know who work in mergers and acquisitions really don't like it. So... ..where do you work out? You think I'm dumb, don't you? What? You think I'm dumb. You think all models are dumb. No. I really don't. That's OK. I don't mind. There's something sweet about you. MUFFLED MUSIC POUNDS SECURITY SIREN WAILS KNOCK AT DOOR Doing the crossword? Need any help? Jean? Yes, Patrick? Would you like to accompany me to dinner? That is... if you're not doing anything. Um...no, no, I don't have any plans. Well... Isn't this a coincidence? Listen, where should we go? Anywhere you want. Let's not think about what I want. How about anywhere you want. I don't know, Patrick. I can't make this decision. Come on. Where do you want to go? Anywhere you want. Just say it, I can get us in anywhere. What about... ..Dorsia? So... Dorsia is where Jean wants to go. Oh, I don't know. No, we'll go anywh... wherever you want to go. Dorsia is fine. (Pushes buttons on telephone) MAN ON TELEPHONE: Uh, Dorsia. Yes? Yeah, can you take two tonight at, let's say, 9 o'clock? We're totally booked. Really? That's great. No, I said we're totally booked. Two at 9:00? Perfect. See you then. (Hangs up) Yeah? You're... ..dressed OK. You didn't give a name. They know me. Why don't you meet me at my place at 7:00 - for drinks? (Chuckles softly) And Jean? You'll want to change before we go out. Patrick, it's so elegant. What a wonderful view. Jean, sorbet? Thanks, Patrick. I'd love some. Do you want a bite? I'm on a diet. But thank you. You don't need to lose any weight. You're kidding, right? You look great. Very...fit. (Chuckles modestly) You can always be thinner. Look better. Well, maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I don't want to ruin your willpower. No, it's alright. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway. So, listen... ..what do you really want to do with your life? Just briefly summarize and don't tell me you enjoy working with children, OK? Well, I'd like to travel and maybe go back to school, but... ..I don't really know. I'm at a point in my life where there seems to be so many possibilities. But I don't know, I'm just so unsure. Do you have a boyfriend? No, not really. Interesting. Are you seeing anyone? I mean, seriously? Maybe. I don't know. Not really. Jean, do you feel...fulfilled, I mean, in your life? I guess I do. For a long time, I was too focused on my work, but... ..now I've really begun to think about changing myself. You know, developing and growing. Growing. I'm glad you said that. (Chuckles) Did you know that, uh, Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, was named 'Lassie'? (Laughs) Had you heard this? Who's Ted Bundy? Forget it. What's that? Duct tape. I need it for, uh... ..taping something. Patrick? Have you ever wanted to, uh... make someone happy? What? No! Put it in the carton. Sorry. Jean? What? Um... Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to? I'm looking for, uh... I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special. Mmm. TELEPHONE RINGS ANSWERING MACHINE CLICKS ON EVELYN: Patrick? Patrick, I know you're there. Pick up the phone, you bad boy. What are you up to tonight? It's me. Don't try to hide. I hope you're not out there with some little number you picked up because you're my Mr Bateman. My boy next door. Anyway, um, you never called me and you said you would. I'll leave a message for Jean too - to remind you we're having dinner with Melania and Taylor. You know Melania, she went to Sweet Briar and, um... ..we're meeting at the Cornell Club so I'll call you tomorrow, honey. Oh, sorry, I know you hate that. (Laughs) 'Bye, Patrick. 'Bye, Mr Big-time CEO. Bye-bye. (Hangs up) UNCOMFORTABLE MUSIC Was that Evelyn? Are you still seeing her? I'm sorry. I've no right to ask that. Do you want me to go? Yeah. I don't think I can control myself. I know. I should go. I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men. And...I mean... ..do you want me to go? I think if you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you? No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised. You're right. I should go. Oh... ..don't forget about lunch tomorrow with Donald Kimball at Smith and Wollensky's. Thanks. It slipped my mind completely. FOOTSTEPS (Opens door) TROUBLED MUSIC LIGHT CHATTER (Exhales evenly) So...the night he disappeared, any new thoughts... about what you did? Unsure. Um, I had a shower. And some sorbet. I think you're getting your dates mixed up. And how, um... Where do you place Paul that night? According to his datebook, and this was verified by his secretary, he had dinner with Marcus Halberstram. And...? I questioned him. Marcus? Yes. And he denies it, though at first, he couldn't be sure. But he denied it? Yes. Well, does Marcus have an alibi? Yes. He does? You're sure? I checked it out. It's clean. (Slurps) Now...where were you? (Chuckles) (Chuckles) Where was Marcus? He wasn't with Paul Allen. Who was he with? He was at Atlantis... ..with Craig McDermott, Frederick Dibble, Harry Newman, George Butner and... ..you. TENSE MUSIC FADES (Chuckles) Oh, right, yeah. Of course. He wanted Paul Allen to come, but he had made plans and I guess I had dinner with Victoria the following night. Personally, I think the guy went a little nutso, split town for a while. Maybe he did go to London - sightseeing, drinking, whatever. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he'll turn up sooner or later. I mean, to think that one of his friends killed him for no reason whatsoever would be too ridiculous. (Chuckles) Isn't that right, Patrick? TENSE MUSIC Christie. Christie. I'm not so sure about this. I had to go to emergency after last time. This won't be anything like the last time, I promise. I don't think so. Just come in the limo and talk to me for a minute. The driver's here. You're safe. TENTATIVE MUSIC Nothing like last time, I promise. Alright. So, you're looking great. How have you been? Well, I actually might need a little surgery after last time. Really? My friend said to get a lawyer. (Tuts) Lawyers are so complicated. Don't do that. Here's a cheque. (Whistles cheerily) (Whistles) DOG BARKS DISTANTLY Uh-uh. Half now, half later. ENGINE ACCELERATES OK. Your name's Christie. We're meeting a friend of mine, Elizabeth. She'll be joining us in my new apartment shortly. You'll like her. She's a very nice girl. LAID-BACK MUSIC LAID-BACK MUSIC You look really familiar. Did you go to Dalton? I think I met you at Surf Bar, didn't I? With Spicey. Well, maybe not with Spicey, but definitely at Surf Bar. You know, Surf Bar? Anyway, Surf Bar sucks now. It's terrible. I went to a birthday party there for Malcolm Forbes. Oh, my God. Please. This is nicer than your other apartment. Oh, it's not that nice. Where did you two meet? Oh, God, we met at, um... ..oh, God, at the Kentucky Derby in '85 or '86. You were hanging out with that bimbo, Allison Poole. Hot number. What do you mean? She was a hot number. Get a platinum card, she'd give a blow job. This girl worked at a tanning salon. Need I say more? What do you do? She's my...cousin. Uh-huh. She's from...France. Where's your phone? I've got to call Harley. (Dials phone) Where do you summer? Southampton? No. Oh, God. It's his machine. Elizabeth, it's 3:00 in the morning. He's a drug dealer. These are his peak hours. Don't tell him you're here. Why would I? This tastes weird. ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS Harley, it's me. I need your services. Translate that however you want. I'm at... Paul Allen's. Who? Paul Allen. I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's. I'll try you later. If I don't see you tomorrow night, I'll sic my hairdresser on you. Did you know that guy who disappeared? Didn't he work at Pierce and Pierce? Was he a friend? No. Do you have any coke? Or Halcyon? Ooh, I would take a Halcyon. Listen... I would just like to see the two of you... ..get it on. (Chuckles) What's wrong with that? It's totally disease-free. (Laughs) Patrick, you're a lunatic. Come on. Don't you find Christie attractive? Let's not get lewd. I am in no mood for a lewd conversation. Come on. I think it'd be a turn-on. Does he do this all the time? Christie, you're not drinking your wine. You're telling me you've never been with a girl? No. I'm not a lesbian. Why would you think I would be into that? Well, you went to Sarah Lawrence for one thing. Those are Sarah Lawrence guys, Patrick. (Tuts) You're making me feel weird. Mmm. (Giggles) 'THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL' PLAYS Did you know that Whitney Houston's debut LP, called simply, 'Whitney Houston', had four number-one singles on it? Did you know that, Christie? You...you actually listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? (Laughs) More than one? (Laughs) Oooh! It's hard to choose a favourite among so many great tracks. But 'The Greatest Love of All' is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written... ..about self-preservation, dignity. Its universal message crosses all boundaries. MUSIC CLIMAXES Instills one with the hope... ..that it's not too late to better ourselves. Since... (Giggles) ..it's impossible in this world we live in to empathise with others. We can always empathise with ourself. It's an important message. Crucial, really. As beautifully stated on the album. Oh. ELIZABETH: Oh. Oh. (Continues moaning) Uh. Oooh. (Both continue moaning) Oh. Oh. Mmm. (Muffled) Mmm! (Panicky) Mmm! (Muffled screaming) URGENT MUSIC (Breathes rapidly) (Screams) DISTURBING MUSIC MOTOR ROARS (Gasps) (Pants) (Screams) Not the face, you bitch. Not the fucking face, you piece of bitch trash! (Screams continually) (Pants hysterically) CHAINSAW BUZZES CHAINSAW BUZZES (Gasps in terror) CLATTERING, GLASS TINKLES (Yells triumphantly) SILENCE ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC PEOPLE CHATTER I want a firm commitment. I think, um, Evelyn, that, uh...we've lost touch. Why? What's wrong? (Mouths) (Mouths) My need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive... (Laughs) ..scale cannot be corrected, but I have no other way to fulfil my needs. We need to talk. Talk about what, Patrick? It's over...Evelyn. It's all...over. (Sighs) Touchy, touchy. I'm sorry I brought up the wedding. Let's just avoid the issue, alright? Now, are we having coffee? I'm fucking serious. It's fucking over - us. This is...no joke. Uh...I don't think we should see each other anymore. But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I really don't think it would work. Oh, you have a little something... I know that your friends... are my friends and, uh...and I... I've thought about that. You can have them. You're really serious, aren't you? Yes, I am. What about the past? Our past. We never really shared one. You're inhuman. No. I'm in... I'm in touch with humanity. Evelyn, I'm, uh...sorry. I just, uh... You're not terribly important to me. (Sobs) Oh, no! Nooo! Noo, Patrick. I know my, uh, behaviour can be... (Laughs) ..erratic sometimes. What do you want me to do? What is it that you want? If you really want to do something for me, stop making this scene now. (Wails) Oh, God! I can't believe this. I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation and, uh, I'm going. Where are you going? Just...leaving. But where? I have to return some videotapes. ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES (Sighs indignantly) UNSETTLED MUSIC (Both talk indistinctly) CAT MIAOWS (Presses buttons) Here, kitty, kitty. (Miaows) ATM BEEPS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Miaows, chokes) Oh, my God. What are you doing? Stop that! (Groans) (Cat miaows) POLICE SIREN WAILS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CAR HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY CAR ALARM WAILS CAR HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY CAR ALARM WAILS POLICE SIRENS WAIL (Yells) Drop the weapon! Drop it now! Get on the ground! Put... MUSIC STOPS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC RESUMES (Pants heavily) MAN: Burning the midnight oil, Mr Smith? Hey, now, don't forget to sign in. FRENETIC MUSIC LIFT BELL RINGS (Grunts) (Pants) Oh. (Exhales) (Sobs quietly) HELICOPTER APPROACHES DISTANTLY HELICOPTER NEARS (Dials telephone) BEEP Harold. It's Bateman. Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer, so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an apartment uptown, uh... (Breaths raggedly) ..some homeless people, maybe 5 or 10. Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some doughnut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun. And, uh...some...a man with a... some old faggot with a dog... (Sobs) Last week, I, uh...I killed another girl...with a chainsaw. I... (Sobs) I had to. She almost got away. And, uh...someone else there. I can't remember. Maybe a model. She's dead too. And, uh...Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen... with an axe...in the face. His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe...20 people. Maybe...40. Uh... (Laughs) I have, uh, tapes of a lot of it. (Inhales sharply) Uh, some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... (Whispers) Oh...um... ..I ate some of their brains. (Gags) And I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I, uh... (Laughs) (Inhales) ..I...just had to kill a lot of people! And, um... (Sniffs) ..I'm not sure... I'm gonna get away with it... ..this time. Guess I'll, uh, I mean... (Sighs, whispers) I guess... ..I'm a pretty, uh... I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So...if you get back tomorrow... ..I may show up at Harry's Bar, so, you know...keep your eyes open. (Whispers) OK. (Hangs up telephone) (Pants) HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR MAN: Look around. As the Favourites come out, it begins. Observing with an eagle eye. Mastering the art of stashing. Oh, brilliant move, Gran! Cadbury Favourites. SERENE PIANO MUSIC SHOWER RUNS UNEASY STRINGS MUSIC EERIE MUSIC WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY HOLLOW MUSIC Are you my two o'clock? No. Can I help you? I'm looking for...Paul Allen's place. Doesn't he...live here? No, he doesn't. Are you sure? You saw the ad in the 'Times'? No. Yeah. I mean yeah. In the 'Times'. There was no ad in the 'Times'. I think you should go now. But I think... I want to know what happened here. Don't make any trouble, please. I suggest you go. EERIE MUSIC Don't come back. I won't. Don't worry. TRAFFIC RUMBLES, HORNS BLARE PEOPLE TALK INDISTINCTLY TELEPHONE RINGS Patrick Bateman's office. PATRICK: Jean?! (pants heavily) I need help. Patrick, is that you?! Jean, I'm not... (Sniffs loudly) Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you, David Van Patten and Tim Bryce at Harry's for drinks. Oh, God. What did you say, you dumb bitch?! (Pants heavily) Patrick, I can't hear you. (Laughs hysterically) What am I doing?! Where are you, Patrick? What's wrong? (Sobs) I don't think I'm going to make it, Jean... (Sniffs) ..to the, uh, office this afternoon. Why? (Screams) JUST...SAY...NO! What is it Patrick?! Are you alright? Stop sounding so... (Laughs) ..fucking sad! JESUS! PHONE DISCONNECTS TROUBLED MUSIC SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Gasps softly) It's table for three. Bateman. You look a little wild-eyed. Rough day at the office? Hey, look - Bryce is back. He's drinking mineral water. He's a changed man. Except he still can't get a reservation to save his life. Just try 150 Wooster. I'm not going anywhere unless we have a reservation. VAN PATTEN: Le Cirque, Flamingo East. Oyster Bar. Come on, faggots, let's get a res. Keep your shirt on. Maybe lose the suspenders. I need a reservation for 8:30. Excuse me, gentlemen. Right back. 10 would not be any good, no. Just fucking call them. Give me the phone. I'll do it. I'll call you back. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the '90s. (Laughs) Shut up, Carnes. They will not. So, uh, Harold. Did you get my message? Jesus, yes, that was hilarious. That WAS you, wasn't it? Yeah, naturally. Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That's fabulous. That's rich. What exactly do you mean? The message you left. By the way, Davis, how's Cynthia? You're still seeing her, right? W-wait, Harold. What do you mean? Oh, excuse me. Nothing! It's good to see you. Is that Edward Towers? Uh, Carnes, wait. Uh... (Laughs) Davis. I'm not one to badmouth anyone. Your joke was amusing. But come on, man. You had one fatal flaw. Bateman is such a dork. Such a boring, spineless lightweight. Now, if you said Bryce or McDermott... Otherwise, it was amusing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must be going. (Laughs) Wait. Um...stop. (Whispers) I did it, Carnes. I killed him. I'm Patrick Bateman. I chopped Allen's fucking head off. The whole message... I left on your machine...was true. Excuse me. I really must be going now. No, listen! Don't you know who I am? I'm not Davis, I'm Patrick Bateman. (Pants) We talk on the phone all the time. Don't you recognise me? You're my lawyer. Now, Carnes. Listen. Listen very, very carefully. I killed Paul Allen. And I liked it. I can't make myself any clearer. But that's simply not possible. And I don't find this funny anymore. It never was supposed to be. Why isn't it possible? It's just not. Why...not, you stupid bastard? Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London...just 10 days ago. No, you... ..didn't. Now, if you'll excuse me. UNEASY MUSIC (Sniffs) EERIE MUSIC SONG: # I hard ane # Say till ane bricht # My huny... # VOICE OVERLAPS REAGAN ON TELEVISION: We've seen the results of that mistrust in the form of lies, divisions and mistakes. We need to find a way to cooperate while realising foreign policy can't be run by a committee. And I believe there's now the growing sense that we can accomplish more by cooperating. And in the end, this may be the eventual blessing in disguise to come out of the Iran-Contra mess. How can he lie like that? ..left in this Administration... How can he pull that shit? DAVID: What shit? Where do we have reservations at? I'm not really hungry, but I'd like to have reservations some place. How can you be so fucking... I don't know... ..cool about it? Some guys are just born cool, I guess. (Laughs) Bateman? What are you so fucking zany about? I'm just a happy camper. Rockin' and a-rollin'. Oh, brother, look - he presents himself as this harmless old codger but...inside...but inside... But inside doesn't matter. Inside? Yes, inside? Believe it or not, Bryce, we're actually listening to you. Come on, Bateman. What do you think? Whatever. Whose moronic idea was it to order dry beers? I need a Scotch. UNEASY MUSIC MUTED LAUGHTER There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp... ..and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no-one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me... ..and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession... has meant...nothing. INTRODUCTION TO 'SOMETHING IN THE AIR' BY DAVID BOWIE (David Bowie sings) # Abracadoo, I lose you # We can't avoid the clash, the big mistake # Now we're going to pay and pay # I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you # Lived all our best times # I know you'll hold your head up high # There's nothing we have to say # There's nothing in our eyes # But there's something in the air # There's something I have to say # There's something in the air... # (Man raps) # Word! (Woman sings) # Who feels, knows it? # Who? # Who loves it, shows it? # Who? # Scratch it up, here comes my genius # Grandmaster Flash and the Furious # Nasty licks, they are serious # The message, delirious # Doboy's a genius chameleon # Afrika Bambaataa holds dominion # Fugees on the scene like a Fellini dream # Salvation's here a la Al Green # Who feels it, knows it? # Who? # Who loves it, shows it? # Who feels it, loves it? # Who? # Who knows it, shows it? # Who? # Come on (Woman raps) # What you gonna do with a broken heart? # Sip Cristalle, burn up the chart # What you gonna do when they put you down? # Move to the tip, groove underground # What you gonna do when you miss your mark? # Chill out, choose a brand-new start # How does it feel to be back on top? # It's good, uh-huh, and you don't stop (Woman sings) # Who feels it, knows it? # Who? # Who loves it, shows it? # Who feels it, loves it? # Who? # Who knows it?... # INTRODUCTION TO 'WATCHING ME FALL' BY THE CURE # Yeah, I've been watching you fall # For it seems like years # Watching me grow small # I watch me # Disappear # Slipping out my ordinary world # Out my ordinary eyes # I'm watching me scream # I'm watching me scream # I'm watching me fall... # SONG: # Some girls got worries # So disconnect me # Mind and soul tormented # They're so disconnected # But my kind of trouble # Is you # But my kind of trouble