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.
To each his own.
So, lunch next week?
I'll be there.
[Both Groaning]
Oh!
[Grunts]
Will you call me before Easter? Maybe.
What are you doing tonight?
Dinner at, uh, River Cafe.
Au Bar afterwards, maybe. That's nice.
I never knew you smoked.
You never noticed.
Listen, Patrick.
Can we talk?
You look... marvelous.
There's nothing to say.
You're gonna marry Luis. Isn't that special?
Patrick?
Yes, Courtney?
If I don't see you before Easter,
have a nice one, okay?
You too.
Patrick?
Yeah?
Nothing. [Door Opens, Closes]
## [Dance]
##
# Pump up the volume #
##
# Pump up the volume #
##
[McDermott] There is this theory now... Listen to me.
There is this theory now that if you can catch the AIDS virus...
by having sex with someone who's infected, then you can catch anything.
Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy, hemophilia,
leukemia, 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.
[Coughs]
Oh, God. What?
It's a fucking milligram of sweetener. I wanna get high off this,
not sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal. It's definitely weak,
but I have a feeling if we do enough of it, we'll be okay.
Can you keep it down? I'm trying to do drugs.
Fuck you! Calm down. Let's do it anyway.
[Sniffing] That's right.
That is if the faggot in the next stall thinks it's okay!
Fuck you! Hey, fuck you!
Sorry, dude. Steroids.
[Grunts] Okay, let's do it.
# I wanna know #
# What you're thinking #
# There are some things you can't hide #
# I wanna know #
# What you're feeling #
# Tell me what's on your mind #
##
## [Continues] Where did Craig go?
Well, Gorbachev is downstairs. McDermott went to sign a peace treaty...
between the United States and Russia.
He's the one behind Glasnost.
- He said he was in mergers and acquisitions. - You're not confused, are you?
No, not really.
- [Woman] Gorbachev is not downstairs. - Karen'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 okay. I don't mind.
There's something sweet about you.
[Car Alarm Blaring]
[Knocking]
Doin' the crossword?
You 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 wanna go?
Anywhere you want, just say it. I can get us in anywhere.
What about...
Dorsia?
So,
Dorsia is where Jean wants to go.
Well, I don't know. We'll go wherever you wanna go.
Dorsia is fine.
[Dialing]
[Line Ringing]
[Man] Dorsia. Yes?
Yeah, can you take two tonight at, oh, let's say 9:00? We're totally booked.
Really? That's great.
No, I said we are totally booked. Two at 9:00? Perfect.
See ya then. [Chuckles]
Yeah?
You're... dressed okay.
- You didn't give a name. - They know me.
Why don't you meet me at my place at 7:00...
for drinks.
And Jean,
you'll wanna 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.
You can always be thinner, look better.
Well, maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I don't wanna ruin your willpower.
No, it's all right.
I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.
So listen.
What do you really wanna do with your life?
Just briefly, summarize.
And don't tell me you enjoy working with children, okay?
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'm... 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?
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... make someone happy?
What? No! Put it in the carton.
Sorry.
Jean?
What? Uh, make someone happy?
Have you ever wanted to?
I'm looking for, uh,
I guess you could say I just wanna have a meaningful relationship...
with someone special. Hmm.
[Phone Ringing]
[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 with some little number you picked up because you're my Mr. Bateman.
My boy next door.
Anyway, you never called me and you said you would,
and I'll leave a message for Jean about this, too, to remind you,
but we're having dinner with Melania and Taylor.
You know Melania. She went to Sweet Briar.
And we're meeting at the Cornell Club,
so I'll call you tomorrow morning, honey.
Oops. Sorry. I know you hate that.
Bye, Patrick. Bye, Mr. Big Time C.E.O. Bye-bye.
Was that Evelyn?
Are you still 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 control myself.
I know. I should go. I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men.
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 wanna get hurt, do you?
No. No, I guess not.
I don't wanna get bruised.
You're right. I should go.
Oh. Don't forget you have a lunch date tomorrow with Donald Kimball at Smith and Wolenski's.
Thanks.
It slipped my mind completely.
[Footsteps Departing]
[Door Opening, Closing]
So, the night he disappeared...
any new thoughts about what you did?
Not sure. Um, I had a shower...
and some sorbet?
I think you're getting your dates mixed up.
But how?
Where do you place... Paul that night?
According to his date book, 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.
Now, where were you?
[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.
Oh, right, yeah. Of course.
We had 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.
Isn't that right, Patrick?
Christie. Christie.
I'm not so sure about this. I had to go to Emergency after last time.
This won't be anything like 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'll be safe.
Nothing like last time. Promise.
All right.
So, you're looking great. How have you been?
Well, I actually might need surgery after last time. Really?
My friend told me I should maybe even get a lawyer.
Lawyers are so complicated.
Don't do that.
Here's a check.
[Whistles]
Uh-uh. Half now, half later.
Okay, your name is 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.
## [Soft Rock]
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.
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...
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.
If you had a platinum card, she'd give you a blow job. This girl worked in a tanning salon.
What do you do?
She's my... cousin.
Uh-huh. She's from... France.
Where's your phone? I've gotta call Harley.
[Line Ringing] Where do you summer, South Hampton?
- No. - Oh, God, it's his machine.
It's 3:00 in the morning. He's a goddamn drug dealer. These are his peak hours.
Don't tell him you're here. Why would I?
This tastes weird.
Harley, it's me. I need your services. Translate that however you want.
- I'm at... - Paul Allen's.
Who? Paul Allen's.
I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's and I'll try you again later.
And if I don't see you at Canal Bar tomorrow night I'm gonna sic my hairdresser on you.
Did you know that guy who disappeared?
Didn't he work at Pierce & Pierce? Was he a friend of yours?
No.
Do you have any coke? Or Halcyon?
I would take a Halcyon. Listen. [Sighs]
I would just like to see...
the two of you... get it on.
[Chuckles] What's wrong with that?
It's totally disease free.
Patrick, you're a lunatic. Come on.
Don't you find Christie attractive?
Let's not get lewd. I'm 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.
Are you telling me you've never gotten it on 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. You're making me feel weird.
[Sighs] ## ["Greatest Love Of All"]
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 actually listen to Whitney Houston?
You own a Whitney Houston CD?
More than one? [Gasps]
It's hard to choose a favorite among so many great tracks.
[Elizabeth Giggling]
But the "Greatest Love Of All" is one of the best, most powerful songs...
ever written...
about self-preservation...
and dignity.
Its universal message crosses all boundaries...
and instills one...
with the hope that it's not too late...
to better ourselves.
Since, Elizabeth, [Giggling]
it's impossible in this world we live in to empathize with others,
we can always empathize with ourselves.
It's an important message. Crucial, really.
[Bateman, Elizabeth Moaning Passionately]
[Moaning Continues]
[Elizabeth Groaning]
[Muffled Screaming]
[Panting]
[Screaming]
[Chain Saw Engine Revving]
[Whimpers]
- [Screams] - Not the face!
You bitch, not the fucking face, you piece of bitch trash!
[Screaming]
[Panting]
[Chain Saw Engine Revving]
[Panting Continues]
[Banging] Aaah!
[Panting Ceases]
## [Piano] [People Chattering]
I want a firm commitment.
I think, um, Evelyn, that, uh, we've lost touch.
Why? What's wrong?
[Continues Drawing]
My need to engage in homicidal behavior...
[Laughs] on a massive scale cannot be corrected,
but I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
We need to talk. Talk about what, Patrick?
It's over, Evelyn.
It's all over.
Touchy, touchy. I'm sorry I brought up the wedding.
Let's just avoid the issue, all right? 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. You have a little something...
I know that your friends are my friends, and, uh... and I've thought about that.
You can have 'em.
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 touch with humanity.
Evelyn, I'm, uh, sorry. I just, uh...
You're not terribly important to me.
[Sobs] Oh, no!
No. No, Patrick.
I know my behavior can be... erratic sometimes.
What do you want me to do? What is it that you want?
If you really wanna do something for me, then stop making this scene right now.
[Sobs] Oh, God, I can't believe this.
I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation, and I'm going.
Where are you going? I'm just leaving.
But where?
I have to return some videotapes.
[Sighs]
[Cat Meows] [Buttons Beeping]
Here, kitty, kitty.
[Meowing]
[Beeping]
Oh, my God. What are you doing?
Stop that.
[Siren Wailing]
[Alarm Blaring]
[Alarm Honking]
[Sirens Wailing]
Drop the weapon! Drop it now!
Get on the ground! Put your...
[Panting]
Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Smith?
Hey, now don't forget to sign in.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Groans]
[Panting]
[Helicopter Blades Whirring]
[Dialing]
[Line Ringing, Machine Beeps] [Sniffles]
Howard, 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, some homeless people, maybe five or ten,
an N.Y.U. girl I met in Central Park.
I left her at a parking lot behind some doughnut shop.
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun.
And-And-And then some man, s-s-some old faggot with a dog.
Last week, I, uh...
I killed another girl with a chain saw.
[Sobbing]
I had to. She almost got away.
And...
Someone else there. I can't remember, maybe a model... She's dead too.
And, uh, Paul Allen.
I killed Paul Allen with an ax in the face.
His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. [Helicopter Blades Whirring]
I don't wanna leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people.
Maybe 40!
I have tapes of a lot of it.
Some of the girls have seen the tapes.
I even, um,
[Sighs]
I ate some of their brains...
[Gasps] and I tried to cook a little.
[Sniffles, Chuckles]
Tonight, I, uh... [Laughing]
I just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um,
I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time.
So, uh... I mean,
[Sighs] I guess...
I'm a pretty, uh...
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy.
[Gulps] So,
if you get back tomorrow,
I may show up at Harry's Bar.
So, you know,
keep your eyes open.
[Helicopter Blades Whirring] Okay.
[Hangs Up Telephone] [Sighs]
Oh!
## [Piano]
[Shower Running]
[People Chattering Faintly]
Are you my 2:00?
No. Can I help you?
I'm looking for... Paul Allen's place.
Doesn't he... live here? No, he doesn't.
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 wanna know what happened here.
Don't make any trouble, please.
I suggest you go.
Don't come back.
I won't.
Don't worry.
[Horns Honking, People Chattering]
[Line Ringing]
[Ringing] Patrick Bateman's office.
[Panting] Jean? I need help. Patrick, is that you?
Jean, I'm not... [Snorts]
Craig McDermott called. Wants to meet you, David Van Patten and Tim Bryce at Harry's.
Oh, God. What did you say, you dumb bitch?
Patrick, I can't hear you. [Panting, Laughing] What am I doing?
Where are you, Patrick? What's wrong?
I don't think I'm gonna make it, Jean, to the, uh,
office this afternoon.
Why?
[Screaming] Just say no! What is it, Patrick? Are you all right?
Stop sounding so fucking sad. [Laughs]
Jesus!
[Dial Tone Humming]
That's a table for three. Bateman, you're looking wild-eyed. Rough day?
Hey, look. Bryce is back and he's drinking mineral water.
He's a changed man, except for he still can't a reservation to save his life.
Why don't you just try 150 Wooster?
I'm not going anywhere unless we have a reservation.
Le Cirque, Flamingo East, Oyster Bar. Come on, faggots. Let's get a "res."
[Bryce] Keep your shirt on. Maybe lose the suspenders.
[Bryce] Need a reservation for 8:30.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Right back.
10:00 would not be any good. No.
Just fucking call them. Give me the phone. I'll do it. I'll call you back.
Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the '90s.
[Laughing] 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?
Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you.
Is that Edward Towers?
Carnes, wait. Uh...
Davis, I'm not one to bad-mouth 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.
Wait. Uh... Stop.
[Whispering] 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. No, listen.
Don't you know who I am?
I'm not Davis. I'm Patrick Bateman.
[Panting]
We talk on the phone all the time.
Don't you recognize 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 ten days ago.
No, you...
didn't. Now, if you'll excuse me.
[Reagan On TV] We've seen the results of that mistrust...
in the form of lies, provisions in the states.
We need to find a way to cooperate while realizing foreign policy...
can't be run by 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?
How can he pull that shit? [Van Patten] What shit?
Now, where do we have reservations at?
I'm not really hungry, but I'd like to have reservations someplace.
How can you be so fucking,
I don't know, cool about it?
Some guys are just born cool, I guess.
[Laughing]
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...
[Thinking] But inside doesn't matter.
Inside? Believe 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.
[Reagan Continues Indistinctly]
[All Audio Fades]
[Narrating] 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.
##
[David Bowie # Abracadoo #
# I lose you #
# We can't avoid the clash #
# The big mistake #
# Now we're gonna pay and pay #
# I guess you know I never wanted anyone #
# More than you #
# Lived all our best times #
# But I know you'll hold your head up high #
# There's nothing we have to say #
# There is nothing in our eyes #
# But there's something in the air #
# Something I have to say #
# There's something in the air ##
[Man] Word. [Woman] # Who feels it #
# Loves it #
# Who knows it #
# Shows it #
## [Woman Singing Indistinctly]
# Who feels it #
# Knows it #
# Who loves it #
# Shows it #
# Who feels it #
# Loves it #
# Who knows it #
# Shows it #
[Man] Come on. # So what you gonna do with a broken heart #
## [Woman Singing Indistinctly]
# What you gonna do when they put you down #
# Move to the hip 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 #
# Who feels it #
# Knows it #
# Who loves it #
# Shows it #
# Who feels it #
# Loves it #
# Who knows it ##
##
# Yeah, I've been watching me fall #
# For it seems like years #
# Watching me grow small #
# I watch me #
# Disappear #
# Slipping out my ordinary world #
# Out of my ordinary eyes #
# I'm watching me #
# Scream #
# I'm watching me #
# Scream #
# I'm watching me #
# Fall ##
## [Man Singing Indistinctly]