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.