Let me see.
-That 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, Petaluma. No, Orso's.
I hope I've been informative, long day. I'm a bit scattered.
I'm a little spent now too.
How about lunch in a week or so, when I've sorted out all this information?
Great, yes, I'd like that.
If you could try and pin down where you were...
...the night of Allen's disappearance, it would make my job a lot easier.
Absolutely. 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 really like singers.
Not a big music fan?
No, I like music.
Just, they're...
Huey's too black sounding for me.
Well, to each his own.
So, lunch next week?
I'll be there.
Will you call 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 talk?
You look marvellous.
There's nothing to say. You're going to 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.
Listen to this, there's this theory now...
...that if you can catch AIDS through having sex...
...then you can catch anything!
Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy, haemophilia, leukaemia...
...diabetes, dyslexia...
I'm not sure, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus.
Who knows? They don't know that. Prove it.
-Oh God! -What?
It's a fucking milligram of sweetener!
I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal.
It's definitely weak. But if we do enough of it, we'll be okay.
Could you keep it down, I'm trying to do drugs!
-Fuck you! -Calm down!
-We'll do it anyway. -I guess you're right...
...if the fag in the next stall thinks it's okay!
-Fuck you! -Hey, fuck you!
Sorry, dude. Steroids.
Okay, let's do it.
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, you know.
He said he was in mergers and acquisitions.
You're not confused, are you?
No, not really.
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 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.
Doing 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.
No. I don't have any plans.
Well...
...isn't this a coincidence?
-Where should 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'll go wherever you want to go.
Dorsia is fine.
Dorsia, yes?
Yeah, can you take two tonight at, 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 you then.
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 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.
You can always be thinner.
Look better.
Maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I don't want to ruin your willpower.
No, it's all right.
I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.
So listen...
...what do you really want to do with your life?
Just briefly summarise.
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 seem to be so many possibilities.
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.
Developing and growing.
Growing. I'm glad you said that.
Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, 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 looking for...
You could say, I just want a meaningful relationship with someone special.
Patrickl 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 called me back. I'll leave a message for Jean, too...
... to remind you that we're having dinner with Melania and Taylor.
You know Melania, she went to Sweet Briar.
We're meeting at the Cornell Club. So, I'll call you tomorrow morning, honey.
Sorry, I know you hate that.
Bye, Patrick. Bye, Mr. Big Time CEO. 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 want to get hurt, do you?
No, I guess not.
I don't want to get bruised.
You're right. I should go.
Don't forget you have a lunch date tomorrow with Donald Kimball...
...at Smith and Wollensky's.
Thanks.
It slipped my mind completely.
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 place Paul that night?
According to his date book and this was verified by his secretary...
...he had dinner with Marcus Halberstram.
-And? -I've questioned him.
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?
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.
Right. Of course.
We had wanted Paul Allen to come.
But he had made plans.
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.
To think that one of his friends killed him for no reason 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?
I actually might need a little surgery after last time.
My friend told me I should maybe even get a lawyer.
Lawyers are so complicated. Don't do that.
Here's a check.
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.
You look very familiar. Did you go to Dalton?
I think I met you at the Surf Bar, didn't I? With Spicey?
Maybe not, but definitely at Surf Bar.
You know the 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.
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 Allison Poole.
-Hot number. -What do you mean, she was a hot number.
A platinum card got you a blow job.
She worked in a tanning salon, need I say more?
What do you do?
She's my cousin.
She's from France.
Where's your phone? I've got to call Harley.
Where do you summer? Southampton?
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.
I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's. I'll try again later.
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 Halcyon? I would take a Halcyon.
I would just like to see the two of you get it on.
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.
I think it would 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 done it with a girl?
No! I'm not a lesbian.
Why would you think I'd be into that?
-You went to Sarah Lawrence, for one. -Those are Sarah Lawrence guys, Patrick.
You're making me feel weird.
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?
It's hard to choose a favourite among so many great tracks...
...but The Greatest Love of All is one of the most powerful songs ever written...
...about self-preservation and dignity.
Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instils one...
...with the hope that it's not too late to better ourselves.
Since...
...it's impossible in this world we live in...
...to empathise with others, we can always empathise with ourselves.
It's an important message, crucial, really.
It's beautifully stated on the album.
Not the face, you bitch! Not the fucking face!
You, piece of bitch trash!
I want a firm commitment.
I think, Evelyn, that we've lost touch.
Why? What's wrong?
My need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale, cannot be corrected.
But I have no other way to fulfil my needs.
We need to talk.
-Talk about what? -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.
I don't think we should see each other any more.
But your friends are my friends, and my friends are your friends.
I don't think it would work.
-You have a little something... -I know that your friends are my friends.
I've thought about that. You can have them.
-You're really serious, aren't you? -Yes, I am.
But what about the past?
-Our past? -We never really shared one.
-You're inhuman. -No. I'm in touch with humanity.
Evelyn, I'm sorry. I just...
You're not terribly 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 really want to do something for me then stop making this scene, right now.
Oh God, I can't believe this.
I'm leaving now. I've assessed the situation and I'm going.
-Where are you going? -I'm just leaving.
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 oil, Mr. Smith?
Hey, don't forget to sign in.
Harold, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman.
You're my lawyer. I think you should know I've killed a lot of people.
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown.
Some homeless people, maybe five or ten. An NYU girl I met in Central Park.
I left her in a parking lot behind a donut shop.
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun.
And some man, some old faggot with a dog.
Last week, I killed another girl with a chainsaw.
I had to, she almost got away.
There was someone else there, I can't remember, maybe a model.
She's dead, too.
And 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.
I have tapes of a lot of it.
Some of the girls have seen the tapes.
I even...
I ate some of their brains...
...and I tried to cook a little.
Tonight I...
...just had to kill a lot of people!
I'm not sure...
...l'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 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.
Don't come back.
I won't. Don't worry.
-Patrick Bateman's office. -Jean, I need helpl
Patrick? Is that you?
I'm not...
McDermott called. 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 nol
What is it? Are you all right?
Stop sounding so fucking sad!
Jesusl
Table for three.
Bateman, you're looking a little wild-eyed. Rough day at the office?
Bryce is back. And he's drinking mineral water.
He's changed man, except he still can't get a reservation to save his life.
Why don't you 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.
Keep your shirt on. Maybe lose the suspenders.
-I need a reservation for 8:30. -Excuse me, gentleman. Right back.
10:00 would not be any good. No.
Just fucking call them. Give me the phone, I'll do it.
Face it, the Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90s.
Shut up, Carnes, they will not.
So, Harold, did you get my message?
Jesus, yes. That was hilarious. That was you, wasn't it?
-Yes, naturally. -Bateman killing Allen and escort girls?
-That's fabulous. That's rich. -What exactly do you mean?
The message you left.
So, Davis, how is Cynthia? You two still together?
Wait, Harold, 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 fatal flaw:
Bateman is such a dork...
...such a boring, spineless lightweight.
Now, if you'd said Bryce or McDermott...
Otherwise, it was amusing. Excuse me...
...I really must be going. -Wait.
Stop.
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.
No! Listen, don't you know who I am?
I'm not Davis, I'm Patrick Bateman!
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 ten days ago. -No, you...
...didn't. -Now, if you'll excuse me.
We need to find a way to co-operate...
... while realising foreign policies can't be run by committee.
I believe there's now the growing sense...
... that we can accomplish more by co-operating.
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? -What shit?
Now where do we have reservations at?
I'm not hungry, but I'd still like a reservation.
How can he be so fucking...
...I don't know, cool about it?
Some guys are just born cool, I guess.
Bateman? What are you so fucking zany about?
I'm just a happy camper.
Rockin' and a-rollin'!
He presents himself as a 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.
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.