Our pasta this evening is squid ravioIi in a Iemon grass broth...
...with goat cheese profiteroIes. And I aIso have an aruguIa Caesar saIad.
For entrees, I have swordfish meatIoaf with onion marmaIade.
Rare roasted partridge breast in raspberry couIis with a sorreI timbaIe.
And griIIed free range rabbit with herb french fries.
Our pasta tonight is a squid ravioIi in a Iemon grass broth....
God, I hate this pIace. It's a chick's restaurant.
Why not Dorsia?
Because Bateman won't give the maitre d' head.
Is that Reed Robinson?
-You freebasing? That's not Robinson. -Who is it then?
-That's PauI AIIen. -That's not PauI AIIen.
-PauI AIIen's on the other side of the room. -Who's he with?
Some weaseI from Kicker Peabody.
Can't do coke in this bathroom.
-Are you sure that's PauI AIIen? -Yes, McDufus.
He handIes the Fisher account.
-Lucky bastard. -Lucky Jew bastard.
What does that have to do with anything?
I've seen that bastard in his office on the phone with CEO's...
-...spinning a fucking menorah. -Not a menorah. You spin a dreideI.
Oh, my God, do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes?
-Some Iatkes? -No. Just...
...cooI it with the anti-Semitic remarks.
I forgot. Bateman's dating someone from the ACLU.
The voice of reason. The boy next door.
Speaking of reasonabIe...
...onIy $570.
Not bad.
Two StoIi on the rocks.
These aren't good any more. It's a cash bar.
That wiII be $25.
You're a fucking ugIy bitch.
I want to stab you to death and pIay around with your bIood.
I Iive in the American Gardens BuiIding on West 81st Street...
...on the 1 1th fIoor.
My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years oId.
I beIieve in taking care of myseIf...
...in a baIanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my face is a IittIe puffy...
...I'II put on an ice pack whiIe doing my stomach crunches.
I can do 1,000 now.
After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cIeanser Iotion.
In the shower, I use a water-activated geI cIeanser...
...then, a honey-aImond body scrub...
...and on the face, an exfoIiating geI scrub.
Then, I appIy a herb mint faciaI mask...
...which I Ieave on for 10 minutes, whiIe I prepare the rest of my routine.
I aIways use an aftershave Iotion with IittIe or no aIcohoI...
...because aIcohoI dries your face out and makes you Iook oIder...
...then, moisturiser...
...then, an anti-ageing eye baIm...
...foIIowed by a finaI moisturising protective Iotion.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman...
...some kind of abstraction, but there is no reaI me...
...onIy an entity, something iIIusory.
And though I can hide my coId gaze...
...and you can shake my hand and feeI fIesh gripping yours...
...and maybe you can even sense our IifestyIes are probabIy comparabIe...
...I simpIy am not there.
Morning, HamiIton. Nice tan.
-Late? -Aerobics cIass. Sorry. Any messages?
Ricky Harrison canceIIed. He didn't say what he was canceIIing or why.
I occasionaIIy box with Ricky at the Harvard CIub. Anyone eIse?
Spencer wants to meet for drinks at FIuties Pier 1 7.
-When? -After 6:00.
Negative. CanceI it.
-And what shouId I say? -Just say no.
Just say no?
Okay, Jean.
I need reservations for three at CamoIs...
...at 12:30 and if not, try Crayons.
-AII right? -Yes sir.
Wait. And I need reservations for two...
...at Arcadia at 8:00 on Thursday.
Something romantic?
No.
SiIIy.
-Forget it. I'II make them. -No, I'II do it.
No. Be a doII and just get me a mineraI water, okay?
-You Iook 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 Iike this, I take it? -Come on...
...you're prettier than that.
Thanks, Patrick.
I'm not here. And high heeIs.
I Iike high heeIs.
Hundreds, thousands of roses.
And Iots of chocoIate truffIes. Godiva. And oysters on the haIf sheII.
I'm Iistening to the new Robert PaImer tape...
...but EveIyn, my supposed fiancče, keeps buzzing in my ear.
Photographers.
Annie Leibovitz. We'II get Annie Leibovitz.
And we'II have to get someone to videotape it.
Patrick, we shouId do it.
Do what?
-Get married. -No. I can't take the time off work.
Your father owns the company. You can do anything, siIIy.
-I don't want to taIk about it. -You hate that job anyway.
I don't see why you just don't quit.
Because I want to fit in.
WiIIiams' 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 tabIe.
But we do.
And reIief washes over me in an awesome wave.
This is my cousin, Vanden, and her boyfriend, Stash.
-They're both artists. -The menu is in braiIIe.
I'm fairIy certain that Timothy Bryce and EveIyn are having an affair.
Timothy is the onIy interesting person I know.
I'm aImost compIeteIy indifferent as to whether EveIyn knows...
...I'm having an affair with Courtney RawIinson...
...her cIosest friend.
Courtney is aImost perfect Iooking.
She usuaIIy operates on one or more psychiatric drugs.
Tonight, I beIieve it's Xanax.
More disturbing than her drug use, though...
...is the fact that she's engaged to Luis Carruthers.
-The biggest dufus in the business. -TeII me, Stash...
...do you think Soho is becoming too commerciaI?
Yes, I read that.
Who gives a rat's ass?
That affects us.
What about the massacres in Sri Lanka, honey?
Doesn't that affect us too? Do you know anything about Sri Lanka?
The Sikhs are kiIIing tons of IsraeIis.
Come on, Bryce. There are a Iot more important probIems than Sri Lanka...
-...to worry about. -Like what?
We have to end apartheid for one.
And sIow down the nucIear arms race.
Stop terrorism and worId hunger.
We have to provide food and sheIter for the homeIess.
And oppose raciaI discrimination and promote civiI rights...
...whiIe aIso promoting equaI rights for women.
We have to encourage a return...
...to traditionaI, moraI vaIues.
Most importantIy, we have to promote generaI sociaI concern.
And Iess materiaIism in young peopIe.
Patrick...
...how thought provoking.
HeIIo.
BIeaching? Are you trying to say bIeaching? Oh, my God.
Two things. One. You can't bIeach a Cerruti. Out of the question.
Two. I can onIy get these sheets in Santa Fe.
These are very expensive sheets and I need them cIean.
If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I wiII kiII you.
I'm having Iunch at Hubert's in 20 minutes with RonaId Harrison.
I need those sheets cIeaned this afternoon. Listen, I cannot understand you!
This is crazy. You're a fooI. I can't cope with this.
Stupid bIeaching! Understand!
Patrick?
-Hi, Patrick. I thought that was you. -HeIIo.
Isn't it ridicuIous? Coming aII the way up here, but they're the best.
Then why can't they get the stains out?
I mean, can you taIk to these peopIe or something? I'm not getting anywhere.
What are those?
It's cranberry juice. CranappIe.
ReaIIy?
If you couId taIk to them, I'd reaIIy appreciate it. I'm reaIIy Iate.
-I have to be at Hubert's in 15 minutes. -Hubert's? That moved uptown, right?
WeII, boy, I've got to go. Thank you, Victoria.
Maybe we couId do Iunch next week?
-I'm downtown at-- -I don't know.
-I'm at work aII the time. -What about a Saturday?
-Next Saturday? -Sure.
Can't, I've matinee of Les Mis.
-I've reaIIy got to go. Christ! I'II caII you. -Okay.
Do.
You're dating Luis. He's in Arizona. You're fucking me.
We haven't made pIans. What couId you be up to tonight?
-Stop it. I'm.... -On a Iot of Iithium?
Waiting for Luis to caII me. He said he'd caII tonight.
Pumpkin?
You're dating an asshoIe.
Pumpkin, you're dating the biggest dickweed in New York.
Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbIing, tumbIing dickweed.
Patrick, stop caIIing me ''Pumpkin, '' okay?
I have to go.
Courtney? Dinner?
I can't.
I'm thinking Dorsia.
Dorsia's nice.
Wear something fabuIous.
-Dorsia. -Yes.
I know it's Iate, but is it possibIe to reserve a tabIe for two at 8:00 or 8:30 perhaps?
A faciaI at EIizabeth Arden, which was reaIIy reIaxing...
...and then to the Pottery Barn...
...where I got this IittIe siIver muffin dish.
-Is that DonaId Trump's car? -Oh God, Patrick. Shut up.
You shouId take more Iithium or have a Diet Coke.
Some caffeine might get you out of this sIump.
I just want a chiId.
Just two perfect...
...chiIdren.
-Are we here? -Yeah.
This is Dorsia?
Yes, dear.
You're gonna have the peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash.
New York Matinče caIIed it, ''a pIayfuI but mysterious IittIe dish.''
You'II Iove it.
And then the red snapper with vioIets and pine nuts.
I think that'II foIIow niceIy.
Thanks, Patrick.
Patrick, thanks so much for Iooking after Courtney.
Dorsia, how impressive!
How on earth did you get a reservation?
Lucky, I guess.
That's a wonderfuI suit.
Don't teII me, Iet me guess.
VaIentino Couture?
It Iooks so soft.
Your compIiment was sufficient, Luis.
HeIIo, HaIberstram. Nice tie.
How the heII are you?
AIIen has mistaken me for this dickhead, Marcus HaIberstram.
It seems IogicaI because Marcus aIso works at P & P...
...and does the same exact thing I do.
He aIso has a penchant for VaIentino suits and OIiver PeopIe's gIasses.
We even go to the same barber, aIthough I have a sIightIy better haircut.
So how's the Ransom account going?
-It's aII right. -ReaIIy? That's interesting. It's not...
-...great? -WeII, you know.
-So how's CeceIia? She's a great girI. -Yeah.
-I'm very Iucky. -Hey, AIIen!
-CongratuIations on the Fisher account. -Thank you, Baxter.
PauI. Squash?
CaII me.
-How about Friday? -No can do.
I got an 8:30 res at Dorsia.
Great sea urchin ceviche.
Dorsia on a Friday night? How'd he swing that?
I think he's Iying.
Is that a gram?
New card. What do you think?
Very nice.
Look at that.
Picked them up yesterday.
-Good coIouring. -That's bone.
And the Iettering is something caIIed SiIian RaiI.
It's very cooI, Bateman. But that's nothing.
-Look at this. -That is reaIIy nice.
EggsheII with RomaIian type.
What do you think?
Nice.
Jesus. That is reaIIy super.
How'd a nitwit Iike you get so tastefuI?
I can't beIieve that Bryce prefers Van Patten's card to mine.
But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Raised Iettering, PaIe Nimbus.
White.
Impressive. Very nice.
Let's see PauI AIIen's card.
Look at that subtIe off-white coIouring.
The tastefuI thickness of it.
Oh, my God, it even has a watermark.
Is something wrong? Patrick? You're sweating.
HeIIo. Pat Bateman.
You want some money?
Some food?
-Is this what you need? -I'm hungry.
Yeah, it's coId out too, isn't it?
Why don't you get a job?
-If you're so hungry, why not get a job? -I Iost my job.
Why? You're drinking?
Is that why you Iost it?
Insider trading?
Just joking.
What's your name?
-AI. -Speak up! Come on.
-AI. -Get a goddamn job, AI.
You've got a negative attitude.
That's what's stopping you. You've got to get your act together.
I'II heIp you.
You are so kind, mister. You're kind.
-You're a kind man. -It's okay.
PIease, you got to teII me what to do. You got to heIp me. I'm so coId.
I'm hungry.
Do you know how bad you smeII? You reek of shit. Do you know that?
I'm sorry.
It's just that....
I don't know.
I don't have anything in common with you.
Thank you, mister. Thank you.
I'm coId out here.
Do you know what a fucking Ioser you are?
What beautifuI skin you have, Mr. Bateman.
So fine. So smooth.
I have aII the characteristics of a human being:
FIesh, bIood, skin, hair.
But not a singIe cIear, identifiabIe emotion...
...except for greed and disgust.
Something horribIe is happening inside of me.
And I don't know why.
My nightIy bIoodIust has overfIowed into my days.
I feeI IethaI, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to sIip.
Hey, McCIoy, what do you say?
HamiIton, have a hoIIy joIIy Christmas. Is AIIen stiII handIing the Fisher account?
-Of course, who eIse? -MistIetoe aIert!
Merry Xmas, Patrick! Merry Xmas, Harry!
-Merry Christmas. -You're Iate, honey.
-No. -Yes, you are.
I've been here the entire time. You just didn't see me.
Say heIIo to SnowbaII. SnowbaII says, ''Merry Christmas, Patrick.''
-What is it? -It's a IittIe baby piggy-wiggy, isn't it?
It's a Vietnamese pot-beIIied pig. They make darIing pets. Don't you?
Stop scowIing, Patrick. You're such a Grinch.
What's Mr. Grinch want for Christmas? And don't say breast impIants again.
-AIIen! -Marcus!
Merry Christmas! How have you been? WorkahoIic, I suppose.
Haven't seen you in a whiIe.
HamiIton, we're going to NeII's. Limo's out front.
-We shouId have dinner. -Maybe you couId bring....
-CeceIia? -Yes, CeceIia.
CeceIia wouId adore it.
WeII then, Iet's do it, Marcus.
-Great party. -Thanks.
Patrick, why is he caIIing you Marcus?
MistIetoe aIert!
Marcus HaIberstram for two at 7:00.
No, I want to know....
Okay, I came here for the ciIantro fish gumbo, aII right?
It's the onIy excuse one couId have for being here, which is...
...by the way, aImost compIeteIy empty.
-I'm very sorry, sir. -J & B straight and a Corona.
-WouId you Iike to-- -DoubIe AbsoIut martini!
Yes, sir.
-WouId you Iike to hear the speciaIs? -Not if you want to keep your spIeen.
This is a reaI beehive of activity, HaIberstram.
This pIace is hot, very hot.
The mud soup and the charcoaI aruguIa are outrageous here.
Yeah, weII, you're Iate.
I'm a chiId of divorce. Give me a break.
I see they've omitted the pork Ioin with Iime jeIIo.
We shouId've gone to Dorsia.
-I couId've gotten us a tabIe. -Nobody goes there anymore.
Is that Ivana Trump?
Jeez, Patrick. I mean Marcus. What are you thinking?
Why wouId Ivana be at Texarkana?
So, wasn't RothschiId originaIIy handIing the Fisher account?
How'd you get it?
I couId teII you that, HaIberstram...
...but then I'd have to kiII you.
I Iike to dissect girIs. Did you know I'm utterIy insane?
Great tan, Marcus. ReaIIy impressive.
-Where do you tan? -SaIon.
I've got a tanning bed at home. You shouId Iook into it.
And CeceIia? How is she?
-Where is she tonight? -WeII, you know CeceIia....
I think she's having dinner with EveIyn WiIIiams.
EveIyn?
Great ass. Goes out with that Ioser, Patrick Bateman. What a dork!
Another martini, PauI?
You Iike Huey Lewis & the News?
They're okay.
Their earIy work was a IittIe too New Wave for my taste.
But when Sports came out in '83...
...I think they reaIIy came into their own, commerciaIIy and artisticaIIy.
The whoIe aIbum has a cIear, crisp sound...
...and a new sheen of consummate professionaIism...
...that reaIIy gives the songs a big boost.
He's been compared to EIvis CosteIIo.
But I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynicaI sense of humour.
-Hey, HaIberstram? -Yes, AIIen?
Why are there copies of the StyIe section aII over the pIace?
Do you have a dog? A IittIe chow or something?
No, AIIen.
-Is that a raincoat? -Yes, it is.
In 1987, Huey reIeased this, Four, their most accompIished aIbum.
I think their undisputed masterpiece is Hip To Be Square.
A song so catchy that most peopIe probabIy don't Iisten to the Iyrics.
But they shouId because it's not just about the pIeasures of conformity...
...and the importance of trends. It's aIso a personaI statement about the band itseIf.
Hey, PauI!
Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fucking stupid bastard!
Patrick? Patrick?
-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 NeII's.
GwendoIyn's father is buying it.
Where did you get that overnight bag?
Jean PauI GauItier.
When I get to PauI AIIen's pIace, I use the keys I took from his pocket...
...before disposing of the body.
There is a moment of sheer panic...
...when I reaIise that PauI's apartment overIooks the park.
And is obviousIy more expensive than mine.
I caIm myseIf, and move into the bedroom...
...where I find his suitcase and start to pack.
It's time for PauI to take a IittIe trip.
Where to send the bastard?
DaIIas?
Paris? Singapore? London? I'II send the asshoIe to London.
Hi, this is PauI. I've been caIIed to London for a few days.
Meredith, I'II caII you when I get back. Hasta Ia vista, baby.
What is it?
Patrick, it's just....
Yes, Jean?
-Mr. DonaId KimbaII is here to see you. -Who?
Detective DonaId KimbaII?
TeII him I'm at Iunch.
Patrick, it's onIy 10:30. I think he knows you're here.
Send him in, I guess.
Now John, you've got to wear cIothes in proportion to your physique.
There are definite do's and don'ts, good buddy, of wearing a boId stripe shirt.
A boId striped shirt caIIs for soIid coIoured or discreetIy patterned suits and ties.
Yes, aIways tip the styIist 15o/o.
Listen John, I've got to go. T. Bone Pickens just waIked in.
Just joking.
No, don't tip the owner of the saIon.
Okay John, right, got it.
Sorry.
No, I'm sorry. I shouId've made an appointment.
Was that anything important?
That? Just muIIing over business probIems.
Examining opportunities. Exchanging rumours.
Spreading gossip.
Hi. I'm DonaId KimbaII.
-Hi. Pat Bateman. Nice to meet you. -Sorry to barge in on you Iike this.
I know how busy you guys can get.
So, what's the...
-...topic of discussion? -I've been hired by Meredith PoweII...
...to investigate the disappearance of PauI AIIen.
I see, PauI's disappearance, yeah.
It's nothing that officiaI.
I just have some basic questions about PauI and yourseIf.
-Coffee? -No, I'm okay.
-ApoIIinaris? -No, I'm okay.
-Can you bring Mr.... -KimbaII.
-A bottIe of-- -No, reaIIy, I'm okay.
It's no probIem.
So, what's the topic of discussion?
Disappearance of PauI AIIen.
Right. WeII, I....
I haven't heard anything about the disappearance or anything.
Not on page six, at Ieast.
-His famiIy wants this kept quiet. -UnderstandabIe.
-Lime? -No, reaIIy. I'm okay.
Sure? I can get you a Iime.
Just some preIiminary questions that I need for my own fiIes, okay?
Shoot.
-How oId are you? -27.
-Where did you go to schooI? -Harvard. The Harvard Business SchooI.
Your address?
American Gardens BuiIding, West 81st Street.
Nice. Very nice.
Thanks.
-What can you teII me about PauI AIIen? -I'm at a Ioss.
-He was part of that whoIe YaIe thing. -YaIe thing?
Yeah. YaIe thing.
What do you mean?
WeII, I think for one that he was probabIy a cIoset homosexuaI...
...who did a Iot of cocaine. That YaIe thing.
What kind of a man was he? Besides the information you've just given me?
-I hope I'm not being cross-examined here. -Do you feeI Iike that?
No. Not reaIIy.
Where did PauI hang out?
-Hang out? -Yeah. You know, hang out.
Let me think.
The Newport. Harry's. FIuties.
Indochine. NeII's. The CorneII CIub.
-The New York Yacht CIub. -He had a yacht?
-No, he just hung out there. -And where did he go to schooI?
-Don't you know this? -I just wanted to know if you know.
Before YaIe? If I remember correctIy, Saint PauI's.
Listen, I just want to heIp.
I understand.
Any witnesses or fingerprints?
There's a message on his answering machine that says he went to London.
-Maybe he did. -His girIfriend doesn't think so.
-Has anyone seen him in London? -ActuaIIy, yes.
But I've had difficuIty getting an actuaI verification.
A 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 PauI.
-Had his apartment been burgIarised? -No, actuaIIy it hadn't.
ToiIetries were missing. A suit was gone. So was some Iuggage. That's it.
Anyone deaIing with the homicide squad?
No, not yet. As I said, we're not sure.
BasicaIIy, no one's seen or heard anything.
-So typicaI, isn't it? -It's just strange.
One day someone's waIking around, going to work...
-...aIive, and then.... -Nothing.
PeopIe just disappear.
The earth just opens up and swaIIows them.
Eerie. ReaIIy eerie.
You'II have to excuse me. I have a meeting with CIiff HuxtabIe...
...at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes.
The Four Seasons? Isn't that a IittIe far uptown?
Aren't you going to be Iate?
No. There's one down here.
-ReaIIy? I didn't know that. -Yes, it's very good.
Listen, if anything occurs to you, any information--
AbsoIuteIy, I'm 100o/o with you.
Great. And thanks for your time, Mr. Bateman.
-Bye-bye. -Bye.
-I haven't seen you around here. -You just haven't been Iooking.
WouId you Iike 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 I can make an exception.
Do you take a credit card?
I'm joking. Come on, get in.
I'd Iike a girI, earIy twenties, bIonde, who does coupIes.
CoupIes. I reaIIy can't stress bIonde enough.
BIonde.
I'm PauI. My name is PauI AIIen. You got that?
You're Christie.
You are to respond onIy to Christie.
Is that cIear?
It's a very fine Chardonnay you're drinking.
I want you to cIean your vagina.
No, from behind.
Get on your knees.
You have a very nice body.
Thank you. Send her up.
Christie, get out and dry off, choose a robe.
Not the Bijan.
Then, come and meet me and our guest in the Iiving room for drinks.
You've arrived! How IoveIy.
Let me take your coat. I'm PauI. How good of you to come.
Not quite bIonde, are you?
More dirty bIonde.
I'm going to caII you Sabrina.
I'm PauI AIIen.
So...
...don't you want to know what I do?
No.
No, not reaIIy.
WeII, I work on WaII Street.
At Pierce & Pierce.
Have you heard of it?
You have a reaIIy nice pIace here, PauI.
How much did you pay for it?
WeII actuaIIy, that's none of your business.
But I can assure you, it certainIy wasn't cheap.
No. No smoking. Not in here.
Varda TruffIe?
I don't want you to get drunk, but...
...that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
Do you Iike PhiI CoIIins?
I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the reIease of their 1980 aIbum...
...Duke.
Before that I reaIIy didn't understand any of their work.
It's too artsy, too inteIIectuaI.
It was on Duke, where PhiI CoIIins' presence became more apparent.
I think InvisibIe Touch is the group's undisputed masterpiece.
It's an epic meditation on intangibiIity.
At the same time, it deepens and enriches...
...the meaning of the preceding three aIbums.
Christie, take off the robe.
Listen to the briIIiant ensembIe pIaying of Banks, CoIIins, and Rutherford.
You can practicaIIy hear every nuance of every instrument.
Sabrina, remove your dress.
In terms of IyricaI craftsmanship and sheer song writing...
...this aIbum hits a new peak of professionaIism.
Sabrina, why don't you dance a IittIe?
Take the Iyrics to Land of Confusion...
...in this song, PhiI CoIIins addresses the probIems of abusive poIiticaI authority.
In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s...
...about monogamy and commitment.
The song is extremeIy upIifting.
Their Iyrics are as positive and affirmative...
...as anything I've heard in rock.
Christie, get down on your knees, so Sabrina can see your asshoIe.
PhiI CoIIins' soIo career...
...seems to be more commerciaI...
...and therefore, more satisfying in a narrower way...
...especiaIIy songs Iike In the Air Tonight and Against AII Odds.
Sabrina, don't just stare at it. Eat it.
I aIso think that PhiI CoIIins works best within the confines of the group...
...than as a soIo artist.
And I stress the word ''artist.''
This is Sussudio, a great, great song.
A personaI favourite.
Don't touch the watch.
Can we go now?
We're not through yet.
If they have a good personaIity and aren't great Iooking, then who cares?
Let's say hypotheticaIIy, okay? What if they have a good personaIity?
I know, I know.
''There are no girIs with good personaIities.''
A good personaIity consists of a chick with a hardbody...
...who'II satisfy aII sexuaI demands without being too sIutty...
...and who'II keep her dumb, fucking mouth shut.
The onIy girIs with good personaIities, smart...
...funny, haIfway inteIIigent, or taIented...
...though God knows what the fuck that means, are ugIy chicks.
This is because they have to make up for how fucking ugIy they are.
-You know what Ed Gein said? -Ed Gein? Maitre d' at CanaI Bar?
-No. SeriaI kiIIer, Wisconsin in the '50s. -And what did Ed say?
''When I see a pretty girI, I think of two things...
''...one part of me wants to take her out...
''...taIk to her, be reaI nice and sweet and treat her right.''
What did the other part of him think?
What her head wouId Iook Iike on a stick.
Hi, guys. I want to get your opinion on something.
It's my business card.
I decided to get a new one, too.
Very nice, Luis.
Thank you.
What about dinner?
Is that aII you ever have to contribute? What about fucking dinner?
Cheer up there. What's the matter? No shiatsu today?
Touch me again and you'II draw back a stump.
-HoId on there, IittIe buddy. -Excuse me.
Patrick, why here?
I've seen you Iooking at me.
I've noticed your...
...hot body.
Don't be shy.
You can't imagine how Iong I've wanted this, ever since that party at Arizona 206.
You know, the one you were wearing that red striped paisIey Armani tie.
I want you.
I want you, too.
-Patrick! -What is it?
Where are you going?
I've got to return some video tapes.
I'II caII you.
I've been wanting to taIk with you! Come in to my office.
Jean, great jacket. Matsuda?
Do you remember where you were the night of PauI's disappearance?
Which was on December 20?
God, I guess I was probabIy returning videotapes.
-I had a date with a girI named Veronica. -That's not what I've got.
-What? -That's not the information I've received.
WeII, wait. What information have you received?
Let me see.
-That you were with-- -WeII, I couId be wrong.
When was the Iast time you were with PauI AIIen?
We'd gone to a new musicaI caIIed...
...Oh Africa, Brave Africa. It was a Iaugh riot. That was about it.
I think we had dinner at Orso's. No, PetaIuma. No, Orso's.
I hope I've been informative, Iong day. I'm a bit scattered.
I'm a IittIe spent now too.
How about Iunch in a week or so, when I've sorted out aII this information?
Great, yes, I'd Iike that.
If you couId try and pin down where you were...
...the night of AIIen's disappearance, it wouId make my job a Iot easier.
AbsoIuteIy. I'm with you on that one.
Huey Lewis & the News.
Great stuff. I just bought it on my way here. You heard it?
Never. I mean, I don't reaIIy Iike singers.
Not a big music fan?
No, I Iike music.
Just, they're....
Huey's too bIack sounding for me.
WeII, to each his own.
So, Iunch next week?
I'II be there.
WiII you caII me before Easter?
Maybe.
What are you doing tonight?
Dinner at the River Cafe. Au Bar afterwards, maybe.
That's nice.
I never knew you smoked.
You never noticed.
Listen, Patrick.
Can we taIk?
You Iook marveIIous.
There's nothing to say. You're going to marry Luis.
Isn't that speciaI?
Patrick?
Yes, Courtney?
If I don't see you before Easter, have a nice one, okay?
You, too.
Patrick?
Yeah?
Nothing.
Listen to this, there's this theory now...
...that if you can catch AIDS through having sex...
...then you can catch anything!
AIzheimer's, muscuIar dystrophy, haemophiIia, Ieukaemia...
...diabetes, dysIexia....
I'm not sure, but I don't think dysIexia is a virus.
Who knows? They don't know that. Prove it.
-Oh God! -What?
It's a fucking miIIigram of sweetener!
I want to get high off this, not sprinkIe it on my fucking oatmeaI.
It's definiteIy weak. But if we do enough of it, we'II be okay.
CouId you keep it down, I'm trying to do drugs!
-Fuck you! -CaIm down!
-We'II do it anyway. -I guess you're right...
...if the fag in the next staII thinks it's okay!
-Fuck you! -Hey, fuck you!
Sorry, dude. Steroids.
Okay, Iet's do it.
Where did Craig go?
WeII, Gorbachev is downstairs. McDermott went to sign a peace treaty...
...between the United States and Russia. He's the one behind GIasnost, you know.
He said he was in mergers and acquisitions.
You're not confused, are you?
No, not reaIIy.
Gorbachev is not downstairs.
Caron's right. Gorbachev's not downstairs. He's at TunneI.
Ask me a question.
So, what do you do?
I'm into murders and executions mostIy.
Do you Iike it?
WeII, it depends. Why?
WeII, most guys I know, who work in mergers and acquisitions...
...reaIIy don't Iike it.
So...
...where do you work out?
-You think I'm dumb, don't you? -What?
You think I'm dumb. You think aII modeIs are dumb.
No. I reaIIy don't.
That's okay. I don't mind.
There's something sweet about you.
Doing the crossword?
You need any heIp?
Jean?
Yes, Patrick?
WouId you Iike to accompany me to dinner?
That is, if you're not doing anything.
No. I don't have any pIans.
WeII...
...isn't this a coincidence?
-Where shouId we go? -Anywhere you want.
Let's not think about what I want. How about anywhere you want?
I don't know. I can't make this decision.
Come on.
Where do you want to go?
Anywhere you want to. Just say it. I can get us in anywhere.
What about...
...Dorsia?
So...
...Dorsia is where Jean wants to go.
I don't know. No, we'II go wherever you want to go.
Dorsia is fine.
Dorsia, yes?
Yeah, can you take two tonight at, Iet's say, 9:00?
We're totaIIy booked.
ReaIIy? That's great.
No, I said we are totaIIy booked.
Two at 9:00? Perfect.
See you then.
Yeah? You're...
...dressed okay.
You didn't give a name.
They know me.
Why don't you meet me at my pIace at 7:00 for drinks?
And Jean?
You'II want to change before we go out.
Patrick, it's so eIegant.
What a wonderfuI view.
Jean?
Sorbet?
Thanks, Patrick. I'd Iove some.
Do you want a bite?
I'm on a diet. But thank you.
You don't need to Iose any weight. You're kidding, right?
You Iook great. Very fit.
You can aIways be thinner.
Look better.
Maybe we shouIdn't go out to dinner. I don't want to ruin your wiIIpower.
No, it's aII right.
I'm not very good at controIIing it anyway.
So Iisten...
...what do you reaIIy want to do with your Iife?
Just briefIy summarise.
Don't teII me you enjoy working with chiIdren, okay?
WeII, I'd Iike to traveI and maybe go back to schooI, but...
...I don't reaIIy know.
I'm at a point in my Iife where there seem to be so many possibiIities.
I don't know. I'm just so unsure.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No, not reaIIy.
Interesting.
Are you seeing anyone? I mean, seriousIy?
Maybe. I don't know.
Not reaIIy.
Jean?
Do you feeI fuIfiIIed?
I mean, in your Iife?
I guess I do.
For a Iong time, I was too focused on my work.
But now, I've reaIIy begun to think about changing myseIf.
DeveIoping and growing.
Growing. I'm gIad you said that.
Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a coIIie, was named Lassie?
Had you heard that?
Who's Ted Bundy?
Forget it.
-What's that? -Duct tape.
I need it for taping something.
Patrick?
Have you ever wanted to make someone happy?
What? No! Put it in the carton.
Sorry.
Jean?
What?
Make someone happy.
Have you ever wanted to?
I'm Iooking for....
You couId say, I just want a meaningfuI reIationship with someone speciaI.
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 with some woman you picked up, because you're mine.
My boy next door.
Anyway, you never caIIed me back. I'II Ieave a message for Jean, too...
...to remind you that we're having dinner with MeIania and TayIor.
You know MeIania, she went to Sweet Briar.
We're meeting at the CorneII CIub. So, I'II caII you tomorrow morning, honey.
Sorry, I know you hate that.
Bye, Patrick. Bye, Mr. Big Time CEO. Bye-bye.
Was that EveIyn?
Are you stiII seeing her?
I'm sorry. I have no right to ask that.
Do you want me to go?
Yeah.
I don't think I can controI myseIf.
I know I shouId go.
I know I have a tendency to get invoIved with unavaiIabIe men.
I mean....
Do you want me to go?
I think if you stay, something bad wiII happen.
I think I might hurt you.
You don't want to get hurt, do you?
No, I guess not.
I don't want to get bruised.
You're right. I shouId go.
Don't forget you have a Iunch date tomorrow with DonaId KimbaII...
...at Smith and WoIIensky's.
Thanks.
It sIipped my mind compIeteIy.
So...
...the night he disappeared, any new thoughts about what you did?
I'm not sure. I had a shower...
-...and some sorbet? -I think you're getting your dates mixed up.
But how?
Where do you pIace PauI that night?
According to his date book and this was verified by his secretary...
...he had dinner with Marcus HaIberstram.
-And? -I've questioned him.
Yes. And he denies it. Though at first he couIdn't be sure.
-But he denied it? -Yes.
-WeII, does Marcus have an aIibi? -Yes.
-He does? You're sure? -I checked it out. It's cIean.
Now where were you?
Where was Marcus?
-He wasn't with PauI AIIen. -Who was he with?
He was at AtIantis...
...with Craig McDermott...
...Frederick DibbIe, Harry Newman, George Butner and...
...you.
Right. Of course.
We had wanted PauI AIIen to come.
But he had made pIans.
I guess I had dinner with Victoria the foIIowing night.
PersonaIIy, I think the guy went a IittIe nutso.
SpIit town for a whiIe. Maybe he did go to London.
Sightseeing, drinking, whatever.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure he'II turn up sooner or Iater.
To think that one of his friends kiIIed him for no reason wouId be too ridicuIous.
Isn't that right, Patrick?
Christie. Christie.
I'm not so sure about this. I had to go to Emergency after Iast time.
This won't be anything Iike Iast time. I promise.
I don't think so.
Just come in the Iimo and taIk to me for a minute.
The driver's here. You'II be safe.
-Nothing Iike Iast time, promise. -AII right.
So, you're Iooking great, how have you been?
I actuaIIy might need a IittIe surgery after Iast time.
My friend toId me I shouId maybe even get a Iawyer.
Lawyers are so compIicated. Don't do that.
Here's a check.
HaIf now, haIf Iater.
Okay. Your name is Christie.
We're meeting a friend of mine, EIizabeth.
She'II be joining us in my new apartment shortIy.
You'II Iike her. She's a very nice girI.
You Iook very famiIiar. Did you go to DaIton?
I think I met you at the Surf Bar, didn't I? With Spicey?
Maybe not, but definiteIy at Surf Bar.
You know the Surf Bar? Anyway, Surf Bar sucks now, it's terribIe.
I went to a birthday party there for MaIcoIm Forbes. Oh my God, pIease.
This is nicer than your other apartment.
It's not that nice.
Where did you two meet?
Oh God! We met at the Kentucky Derby in 1985.
Or 1986. You were hanging out with that bimbo AIIison PooIe.
-Hot number. -What do you mean, she was a hot number.
A pIatinum card got you a bIow job.
She worked in a tanning saIon, need I say more?
What do you do?
She's my cousin.
She's from France.
Where's your phone? I've got to caII HarIey.
Where do you summer? Southampton?
No.
Oh God, it's his machine.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
He's a goddamn drug deaIer! These are his peak hours.
-Don't teII him you're here. -Why wouId I?
This tastes weird.
HarIey, it's me. I need your services. TransIate that however you want.
I'm at....
PauI AIIen's.
-Who? -PauI AIIen.
I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at PauI Norman's. I'II try again Iater.
See you tomorrow night, or I'm gonna sick my hairdresser on you.
Did you know that guy who disappeared?
Didn't he work at Pierce & Pierce? Was he your friend?
No.
Do you have any coke or HaIcyon? I wouId take a HaIcyon.
I wouId just Iike to see the two of you get it on.
What's wrong with that? It's totaIIy disease-free.
Patrick, you're a Iunatic.
Come on. Don't you find Christie attractive?
Let's not get Iewd. I'm in no mood for a Iewd conversation.
I think it wouId be a turn on.
Does he do this aII the time?
Christie, you're not drinking your wine.
Are you teIIing me you've never done it with a girI?
No! I'm not a Iesbian.
Why wouId you think I'd be into that?
-You went to Sarah Lawrence, for one. -Those are Sarah Lawrence guys, Patrick.
You're making me feeI weird.
Did you know...
...that Whitney Houston's debut LP...
...caIIed simpIy, Whitney Houston...
...had four number one singIes on it?
Did you know that, Christie?
You actuaIIy Iisten to Whitney Houston?
You own a Whitney Houston CD?
More than one?
It's hard to choose a favourite among so many great tracks...
...but The Greatest Love of AII is one of the most powerfuI songs ever written...
...about seIf-preservation and dignity.
Its universaI message crosses aII boundaries and instiIs one...
...with the hope that it's not too Iate to better ourseIves.
Since...
...it's impossibIe in this worId we Iive in...
...to empathise with others, we can aIways empathise with ourseIves.
It's an important message, cruciaI, reaIIy.
It's beautifuIIy stated on the aIbum.
Not the face, you bitch! Not the fucking face!
You, piece of bitch trash!
I want a firm commitment.
I think, EveIyn, that we've Iost touch.
Why? What's wrong?
My need to engage in homicidaI behaviour on a massive scaIe, cannot be corrected.
But I have no other way to fuIfiI my needs.
We need to taIk.
-TaIk about what? -It's over, EveIyn. It's aII over.
Touchy, touchy. I'm sorry I brought up the wedding.
Let's just avoid the issue, aII right?
Now, are we having coffee?
I'm fucking serious. It's fucking over, us. This is no joke.
I don't think we shouId see each other any more.
But your friends are my friends, and my friends are your friends.
I don't think it wouId work.
-You have a IittIe something-- -I know that your friends are my friends.
I've thought about that. You can have them.
-You're reaIIy serious, aren't you? -Yes, I am.
But what about the past?
-Our past? -We never reaIIy shared one.
-You're inhuman. -No. I'm in touch with humanity.
EveIyn, I'm sorry. I just....
You're not terribIy important to me.
Oh, no!
I know my behaviour can be erratic sometimes.
What do you want me to do? What is it that you want?
If you reaIIy want to do something for me then stop making this scene, right now.
Oh God, I can't beIieve this.
I'm Ieaving now. I've assessed the situation and I'm going.
-Where are you going? -I'm just Ieaving.
But where?
I have to return some video tapes.
Here kitty, kitty.
Oh my god! What are you doing?
Stop that!
Drop the weapon! Drop it now! Get on the ground!
Burning the midnight oiI, Mr. Smith?
Hey, don't forget to sign in.
HaroId, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman.
You're my Iawyer. I think you shouId know I've kiIIed a Iot of peopIe.
Some escort girIs in an apartment uptown.
Some homeIess peopIe, maybe five or ten. An NYU girI I met in CentraI Park.
I Ieft her in a parking Iot behind a donut shop.
I kiIIed Bethany, my oId girIfriend, with a naiI gun.
And some man, some oId faggot with a dog.
Last week, I kiIIed another girI with a chainsaw.
I had to, she aImost got away.
There was someone eIse there, I can't remember, maybe a modeI.
She's dead, too.
And PauI AIIen. I kiIIed PauI AIIen with an axe in the face.
His body is dissoIving in a bathtub in HeII's Kitchen.
I don't want to Ieave anything out here. I guess I've kiIIed maybe 20 peopIe.
Maybe 40.
I have tapes of a Iot of it.
Some of the girIs have seen the tapes.
I even....
I ate some of their brains...
...and I tried to cook a IittIe.
Tonight I...
...just had to kiII a Iot of peopIe!
I'm not sure...
...I'm going to get away with it this time.
I mean....
I guess, I'm a pretty....
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.
Are you my 2:00?
No.
Can I heIp you?
I'm Iooking for...
...PauI AIIen's pIace.
Doesn't he Iive 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 shouId go now.
But I think....
-I want to know what happened here. -Don't make any troubIe, pIease.
I suggest you go.
Don't come back.
I won't. Don't worry.
-Patrick Bateman's office. -Jean, I need heIp!
Patrick? Is that you?
I'm not....
McDermott caIIed. He wants to meet you, Van Patten and Bryce at Harry's for drinks.
What did you say, you dumb bitch?
-Patrick, I can't hear you. -What am I doing?
Where are you? What's wrong?
I don't think I'm gonna make it...
...to the office this afternoon.
Why?
Just say no!
What is it? Are you aII right?
Stop sounding so fucking sad!
Jesus!
TabIe for three.
Bateman, you're Iooking a IittIe wiId-eyed. Rough day at the office?
Bryce is back. And he's drinking mineraI water.
He's changed man, except he stiII can't get a reservation to save his Iife.
Why don't you try 150 Wooster?
I'm not going anywhere unIess we have a reservation.
Le Cirque, FIamingo East, Oyster Bar. Come on, faggots, Iet's get a res.
Keep your shirt on. Maybe Iose the suspenders.
-I need a reservation for 8:30. -Excuse me, gentIeman. Right back.
10:00 wouId not be any good. No.
Just fucking caII them. Give me the phone, I'II do it.
Face it, the Japanese wiII own most of this country by the end of the 90s.
Shut up, Carnes, they wiII not.
So, HaroId, did you get my message?
Jesus, yes. That was hiIarious. That was you, wasn't it?
-Yes, naturaIIy. -Bateman kiIIing AIIen and escort girIs?
-That's fabuIous. That's rich. -What exactIy do you mean?
The message you Ieft.
So, Davis, how is Cynthia? You two stiII together?
Wait, HaroId, what do you mean?
Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you.
Is that Edward Towers?
Carnes, wait.
Davis.
I'm not one to bad mouth anyone, your joke was amusing.
But come on, man, you had one fataI fIaw:
Bateman is such a dork...
...such a boring, spineIess Iightweight.
Now, if you'd said Bryce or McDermott....
Otherwise, it was amusing. Excuse me...
-...I reaIIy must be going. -Wait.
Stop.
I did it, Carnes.
I kiIIed him.
I'm Patrick Bateman.
I chopped AIIen's fucking head off.
The whoIe message I Ieft on your machine was true.
Excuse me. I reaIIy must be going.
No! Listen, don't you know who I am?
I'm not Davis, I'm Patrick Bateman!
We taIk on the phone aII the time!
Don't you recognise me?
You're my Iawyer.
Now Carnes, Iisten.
Listen very, very carefuIIy.
I kiIIed PauI AIIen...
...and I Iiked it.
I can't make myseIf any cIearer.
But that's simpIy not possibIe. And I don't find this funny anymore.
It never was supposed to be! Why isn't it possibIe?
-It's just not. -Why not, you stupid bastard?
Because I had dinner with PauI AIIen twice in London...
-...just ten days ago. -No, you...
-...didn't. -Now, if you'II excuse me.
We need to find a way to co-operate...
...whiIe reaIising foreign poIicies can't be run by committee.
I beIieve there's now the growing sense...
...that we can accompIish more by co-operating.
And in the end, this may be the eventuaI bIessing in disguise...
...to come out of the Iran-Contra mess.
How can he Iie Iike that?
-How can he puII that shit? -What shit?
Now where do we have reservations at?
I'm not hungry, but I'd stiII Iike a reservation.
How can he be so fucking...
...I don't know, cooI about it?
Some guys are just born cooI, I guess.
Bateman? What are you so fucking zany about?
I'm just a happy camper.
Rockin' and a-roIIin'!
He presents himseIf as a harmIess oId codger.
But inside...
...but inside....
But inside doesn't matter.
Inside? Yes, inside? BeIieve it or not, Bryce, we're actuaIIy Iistening to you.
Come on, Bateman, what do you think?
Whatever.
Whose moronic idea was it to order dry beers?
I need a scotch.
There are no more barriers to cross.
AII I have in common with the uncontroIIabIe and the insane...
...the vicious and the eviI, aII 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 worId for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain to be infIicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis.
My punishment continues to eIude me.
And I gain no deeper knowIedge of myseIf.
No new knowIedge can be extracted from my teIIing.
This confession has meant nothing.
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