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For pasta there is squid ravioli
in lemongrass broth.

And goat cheese puffs
with an arugula Caesar salad.

As a main course
do we have swordfish...

roasted partridge
with a sorrel timbale.

And rabbit with fries.

For pasta there is squid ravioli
in lemongrass broth.

I hate it here.
Why aren't we in Dorsia?

Because Bateman
because the manager doesn't want to give a blow job.

Is that Reed Robinson?
-How do you get there?

Then who is it?
-Paul Allen.

No, that's not Allen. It's there.

Who's with him?
-A weasel.

You can't snort coke here.
-Are you sure it's Allen?

He does the Fisher account.
-Lucky cock.

Jewish lucky guy.
-What does that have to do with anything?

He was on the phone with the director
as he twirled a menorah.

Not a menorah, a dreidel.

Should I have potato pancakes?
for your baking. Those latkes?

No, but keep that anti-Semitic one
comments for you.

Bateman is in a relationship
with someone from the ACLU.

He just wants to
that we remain reasonable.

Talk about reasonable.
-It's only $570. Not bad.

Two vodka ice.

These are no longer valid.
You must pay in cash. $25.

You're an ugly woman. I want you
to kill and run through your blood.

I live in American Gardens
Building, West 81st Street.

I'm Patrick Bateman. I am 27 years old.

I take good care of myself.
I eat healthy and I do a lot of fitness.

In the morning I wear an ice mask
while doing abdominal exercises.

I can do it a thousand times now.

Then I use
a skin purifying lotion.

In the shower
I use a hydroactive lotion.

Then a scrub for the whole body.

And a peeling gel for my face.

Then I'll take an herbal face mask
that I leave on for 10 minutes.

I always use an aftershave
without alcohol.

Because alcohol dries out your skin.

Then I use
a moisturizer...

followed by a protective lotion.

There's a notion of a Patrick Bateman,
a kind of abstraction.

But there is no real me,
there is only one shell.

If you shake my hand,
do you feel like someone made of flesh and blood...

and who knows, maybe you think so
our lifestyles are similar...

but I simply do not exist.

Tomorrow, Hamilton. Nice color.

You're late.
-Aerobics. Has there been a call?

Ricky Harris cancels.
He didn't say for what.

We box at the Harvard Club.
Anyone else?

Spencer wants to go for a drink.
-When?

After six.
-Just cancel.

What should I say?
-Just say no.

Jean, you have to for three people
make a reservation at Camols.

And different at Crayons.

And book for two people
at Arcadia on Thursdays at 8 p.m.

A romantic dinner?
-No.

Never mind, I'll do it.
-I'll do it.

Be nice and get
a glass of mineral water for me.

You look good today.
-Don't ever wear that again.

I said: Don't ever wear that again.
Put on a dress or a skirt.

Don't you like this?
-You're more beautiful than that.

I'm not here. And high heels.
I love high heels.

...thousands of roses. And masses
chocolate truffles. Godiva. And oysters.

I want to hear the new Robert Palmer,
but Evelyn keeps talking through it.

And as photographers we take
Annie Leibowitz.

And we need video recording
have it made.

Patrick, we just have to do it.
-What?

To marry.
-I can't take time off.

Well true. The company belongs to your father.
-Other topic.

You are disappointed with your work.
Why don't you resign?

Because I want to adapt.

I was convinced that we were in Espace
wouldn't get a good table.

But it's not so bad,
and I am flooded with relief.

This is my niece Vanden and her boyfriend
Stash. They are artists.

The map is in Braille.

I'm sure Timothy and Evelyn
have an affair.

I find Timothy fascinating.

I don't know if Evelyn knows I have one
dating Courtney Rawlinson.

Her best friend.
Courtney has a perfect figure.

She takes a lot of medications.
Tonight she took Xanax.

The worst part is: She's engaged to
Luis Carruthers. An incredible idiot.

Do you also think that SoHo
getting too commercial, Stash?

I've read that too.
-So what?

It affects us.

Do the mass murders in Sri Lanka
that too? Do you know anything about that country?

The Sikhs are killing Israelis.

There are more important problems
in the world than Sri Lanka.

Name it what?
-Apartheid, to start with.

And the nuclear arms race,
terrorism and the food shortage.

We need the homeless
shelter and shelter.

We must fight racism and
standing up for women's rights.

We have to go back to
the traditional values and norms.

We need an overall feeling
of creating involvement...

and a little less materialistic
start thinking.

Patrick, how profound.

Bleach? Do you want to bleach them?

Two things. Turns out you weren't a Cerruti.

And second, these sheets
are only available for purchase in Santa Fe.

If you don't shut up now,
I'll kill you.

I'm going to have lunch at Hubert's in a moment
and those sheets need to be clean.

I don't understand you.

This is drunk. You're crazy.
Stupid bitch, do you understand?

Hello, I thought it was you.

It's not close,
but they are well known.

Why do they get these spots
doesn't it look like? You talk to them.

What kind of stains are those?
-Cranberry juice.

Would you like to talk to them? I have to
away. I have an appointment at Hubert's.

Aren't they in the center now?
-I really have to leave now.

Shall we go for lunch sometime?
-I'm busy.

And on a Saturday?

Next Saturday? I can't.
Matinee of Les Miserables. I'll call you.

Luis is in Arizona, let's go now
fuck tonight, or what about that?

I have...
-Swallowed lithium?

I'm waiting for a call from Luis.

Honnepon,
you live with a jerk.

He's the biggest jerk in New York.

Honnepon, you live together
with a huge cock.

Don't you always want to give me honors?
to call? I have to hang up.

Come out to dinner with me.
-That's not possible.

In Dorsia.

That's nice.
-For something special.

I'm calling a little late, but can I still get a table?
make a reservation for two at eight o'clock?

A mask by Elizabeth Arden.
Very relaxing.

And then to the Pottery Barn...

where I have a silver cookie bowl
bought.

Is that Donald Trump's car?

Have some more lithium, or diet coke.
Caffeine will make you feel better again.

I want a child.

Two children. That's my ideal.

Are we there yet?

Is this it Dorsia?
-Yes, honey.

We'll have the peanut butter soup
with smoked duck and puree.

New York Matinee called it
'a playful and mysterious dish'.

And then the red snapper
with pine nuts. An excellent choice.

Glad you paid attention to Courtney.
The Dorsia, impressive.

How did you get in there?
-I got lucky.

What a nice suit. Don't say anything.
Let me guess.

Valentino couture?

It seems so soft.
-Your compliment was enough, Luis.

Hello, Halberstram.
Nice tie. How are you?

Allen mistakes me for Halberstram.

Seems logical, Marcus works too
for PandP and does the same as me.

He also likes Valentino suits.
We even go to the same hairdresser.

Although my hair looks better.
-How's the Ransom account going?

It's business as usual.
-So things aren't going great?

How is Cecelia? A fine girl.
-I'm lucky.

Everyone, congratulations
with that Fisher account.

Listen, Paul. Squashing?

Just call me.

Is it convenient on Friday?
-Unfortunately.

Then I'll be at the Dorsia at half past eight
to eat sea urchin.

The Dorsia, on Friday.
How does he do that?

He lies.

Is that a gram?

What do you think?
of my new card?

Nice.
-Look at that.

Picked up yesterday.

Beautiful color.
-Ivory.

The font is Sillian Rail.

Cool, but it's nothing. Look at this.
-Very beautiful.

Semi-matte with Romalian font.
What do you think?

Very nice.

Really great.
I didn't know you had taste.

How is it possible that Bryce
Do you like Van Patten's card better?

But it can all be much better.

Embossed gold letters on white paper.

Impressive. Very beautiful.

I'd like to see Paul's card.

What a subtle off-white.

The thickness of the paper is perfect.
It even has a watermark.

Is something wrong? Patrick, you're sweating.

Hello. I'm Pat Bateman.
Do you want money or something to eat?

Is this enough?
-I'm hungry.

It's cold too, isn't it?

Why don't you look for work
when you're so hungry?

I lost my job.
-Why?

Are you an alcoholic? Or was it
for insider trading? Just kidding.

Listen, what's your name?
-Al.

Talk a little louder.

Get a job, Al.
You have a negative attitude.

That's why you don't achieve anything at all.
But I will help you.

You're too good. You're way too good.
You are a good person.

Tell me what to do.
I'm freezing and I'm hungry.

You stink in the wind for an hour, man.
You smell like shit.

Al, I'm sorry, but I...

Never mind.

You and I have nothing in common.

It's so cold outside.
-You're a loser.

You have beautiful clear skin.

So soft and smooth.

I have all the external features of
a human. Flesh, blood, skin and hair.

But I don't know any emotion,
except greed and contempt.

Something terrible is happening inside me
and I don't know why.

My desire to kill
I now also have it during the day.

It borders on a kind of psychosis.

My true nature is slowly emerging.

Hey McCloy, you here?

Merry Christmas, Hamilton.
Is Allen still doing the Fisher account?

Of course. Who else?
-Merry Christmas, Patrick.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

You're late, honey. Anyway.
-I've been here the whole time.

Say hello to Snowball.
He says: Merry Christmas.

What is that?
-It's a tiny little pig.

It is a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig.
They are very sweet pets.

Don't look like that, you grouch.

What do you want for Christmas?
And don't say breast implants again.

Marcus. Merry christmas.
Still a workaholic?

I haven't seen you in a while.
-Hamilton, bring in the limos.

We should go eat sometime.
-Take things with you.

Cecelia?
-Yes, indeed.

Cecelia would love it.
-We will, Marcus. Nice party.

Patrick, why does he call you Marcus?
-Is that mistletoe?

Marcus Halberstram.
Table for two at seven o'clock.

No, I came here
for the crayfish soup.

That's the only reason for this anyway
virtually empty restaurant.

I'm sorry.
-JandB pure and a Corona.

Do you want...
-Double vodka and a martini.

Would you like to hear the menu of the day?

Not if you do
want to make it out alive.

It's buzzing with activity here,
Halberstram.

The soup and the arugula
I can recommend you.

You're too late.
-Child of divorced parents. Calm.

They forgot the pork loin.
-I could have made a reservation at 't Dorsia.

No one comes into that tent anymore.

Is that Ivana Trump? Patrick, boy,
I mean Marcus, what are you thinking?

Why would Ivana be in Texarkana?

Rothschild did the anyway
Fisher account? How did you get it?

I can tell you that, but
then I have to kill you afterwards.

I like to cut women open.
Do you know I'm crazy?

You are nice and tanned.
How did that happen?

Tanning studio.
-I have a tanning bed at home.

How is Cecelia doing?
Why isn't she there?

You know Cecelia, right?
She's out to dinner with Evelyn Williams.

Nice ass. She goes with that loser,
one Patrick. What a loser.

Another martini?

Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?

Their previous work was a bit too much
new wave to my taste.

But with
Sports
had
them to get the right mix.

Both commercially and artistically.

The CD has a clear sound
and is professionally made.

That gives the songs an extra shine.

They compare him to Elvis Costello,
but Huey is more cynical, I think.

Why are there newspapers?
on the floor?

Do you have a dog?
A chow-chow or something?

Is that a raincoat?
-Beats.

In '87 Huey released
the beautiful CD
Four
out.

The most beautiful song is

But no one listens to the lyrics
and it should.

Because it will pass
having friends.

And it is a personal statement
of the band. Hey, Paul.

Try to make a reservation now
by Dorsia, you bastard.

Is it really you?
-No, Luis. You are mistaken.

This is my friend Patrick Bateman.

Where are you going? We're going to
Nells. Gwendolyn's father buys it.

How do you get that weekend bag?

Jean-Paul Gaultier.

When I was in Paul Allen's apartment
came, I used his keys...

I had a momentary panic attack...

when I noticed
that he had a view of the park.

And the apartment
was more expensive than mine.

I urged myself to calm down.

In his bedroom
I started packing his suitcase.

Paul goes on a trip.

Where do I send that son of a bitch?
Dallas, or Paris?

Singapore or London?
I'm sending him to London.

With Paul.
I'm in London on business.

Meredith, I'll call you as soon as I get back.
'Hasta la vista, baby.'

What is?

A Mr. Donald Kimball wants to speak to you.

Private investigator Donald Kimball.

Say I went to lunch.
-It's half past ten. He knows you're there.

Then forward it to him.

John, you have to wear clothes
that suit you.

With a striped shirt
doesn't fit everything.

A striped shirt
asks for a dark suit.

Yes, give the stylists
always 15 percent tip.

Listen, I have to hang up.
Enter T. Bone Pickens. Just kidding.

No, the owner of the salon
no tip required. John, you got it.

Sorry.
-I should have made an appointment.

Was it important?
-That?

We chatted a bit about business...

exchanged rumors
and sat around gossiping.

Hello, I'm Donald Kimball.
-Pat Bateman. Nice to meet you.

Sorry to barge in like this.
I know you're busy.

What do you want to talk to me about?

I'm investigating on behalf of Meredith Powell
the disappearance of Paul Allen.

Right, yes. Paul's disappearance.

I just have some questions
about Paul Allen and yourself.

Coffee?
-No, thank you.

Apollinaris?
-No, I don't want anything.

Would you give Mr. Kimball a bottle of Apolli...
It's really no trouble.

What do you want to talk about?
-The Disappearance of Paul Allen.

I haven't read anything about the disappearance.
Not on page 6, at least.

His family wants to keep it quiet.
-Understandable. Lime?

You can get lime, you know.
-I just want to ask you some questions.

Get started.

How old are you?
-27 years.

Course?
-The Harvard Business School.

Your address?
-American Gardens, West 81st Street.

Nice spot.
-Thank you.

What do you know about Paul Allen?
-Tough question.

He had that typical Yale demeanor.
-Yale behavior?

What do you mean by that?
-He was probably homosexual.

And he used a lot of cocaine.
That Yale behavior.

What kind of man was he?
Besides what you just said.

Is this a cross-examination?
-Does it feel like this?

No, not really.

Where did Paul usually hang out?
Yes, you know. Going out.

Let me think for a moment.
The Newport, Harry's, Flutie's...

Indochine, Nell's,
The New York Yacht Club.

Did he have a yacht?
-No, not that.

Where did he study?

Don't you know?
-I wanted to know if you knew.

For Yale? Saint Paul's, I believe.
Listen, I just want to help.

I understand that.

Do you have witnesses?

On his answering machine
It says he's gone to London.

Who knows, maybe that's the case.
-No.

Has anyone seen him in London?
-Yes, but that hasn't been confirmed yet.

One Stephen Hughes
thought he had seen him.

But he saw a man named Herbert Ainsworth
for Paul.

Was Paul's house broken into?
-No, not that.

There was quite a bit missing
and some clothes.

Has Homicide been called in?

Not yet.
No one heard or saw anything.

Strange, huh?

It's weird. One moment you're still alive,
you go to work and then...

Nothing more.

People sometimes disappear.

The earth opens up and swallows them up.

Terrifying. Really terrifying.

Excuse me. I have 20 minutes
a lunch date at The Four Seasons.

Isn't that right in the center?
I mean: Then you are already too late.

There's one here too.
-I didn't know that.

If anything else comes to mind...
-I'll do anything to help you.

Great. Thank you for taking a moment
made time, Mr. Bateman.

New here?
-Then you didn't look closely.

Do you want to see my apartment?
-It's not allowed.

Are you coming along or not?

It's not allowed,
but I will make an exception.

Do you accept credit cards?

Just kidding. Just get in.

I want a girl, early 20s, blonde hair,
who does it with couples.

I want to emphasize again
that she must be blonde.

I'm Paul. My name is Paul Allen.
Is that clear?

You are Christie. You have to be alone
listen to that name. Clearly?

A nice chardonnay, right?

I want you to wash your vagina.

No, from behind.
Get down on your knees.

You have a beautiful body.

Thank you.
Just send her on.

Christie, come out and dry off.
Choose a bathrobe, not the Bijan.

And come into the room
sit with me and our guest.

You're here, how nice.
Shall I take your coat?

I'm Paul.
Glad you came.

You're not really blonde, are you?
More dark blonde.

I'm going to call you Sabrina.
I'm Paul Allen.

Don't you want to know?
what kind of work do I do?

I work on Wall Street.
At Pierce and Pierce.

Do you know that name?

Your apartment is absolutely beautiful, Paul.
How much did you pay for it?

That's none of your business, Christie. But
I tell you, it wasn't cheap.

Smoking is not allowed here.

Varda truffle?

I don't want to get you guys drunk, but...
you leave out a good chardonnay.

Do you like Phil Collins?

I'm a fan of Genesis
since they started in 1980
Duke
released.

Before then
I didn't really understand their work.

Too artistic, too intellectual.

But on
Duke
became the influence
by Phil Collins is really noticeable.

Invisible touch
is undisputed
the band's best song.

It is an epic meditation
about intangibility.

At the same time it enriches the meaning
of the previous three LPs.

Christie, take off your bathrobe.

Listen to that perfect interplay
by Banks, Collins and Rutherford.

You hear every nuance
of each instrument.

Sabrina, take off your dress.

Based purely on their lyrics...

this album is a highlight.

Sabrina, dance for me.

Take the text for example
by
Land of confusion.

In that song, Collins has it
about abuse of political power.

In too deep
is the most moving
song from the 80s.

About monogamy and commitment.

You turn up the number.

Their lyrics are positive and hopeful.

You don't hear that often in rock 'n' roll.

Christie, on your knees
so Sabrina can see your ass.

Phil Collins' solo career
is much more commercial...

and therefore less satisfying.

Especially songs like
On the air tonight

Sabrina, don't just stand there.
Go eat her out.

Phil Collins comes into his own better
in the band than as a solo artist.

And I emphasize the word artist.

This is
Sussudio,
a great one
number. One of my favorites.

Look into the camera.

Don't touch my watch.

Can we go now?
-We're not done yet.

Personality?
She must look hot.

Now suppose they do
has a nice personality?

I know: Those women don't exist.

A woman should have a tight body
and fulfill all your sexual desires...

and shut her mouth.

The girls who are funny
or intelligent...

or talented, whatever
may mean, are hideously ugly.

Because of their ugliness
have to compensate.

Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?

He was a serial killer. He said:
When I see a woman, I think two things.

I want to go out with her, be nice to her
and treat her well.

And what else was he thinking?
-What does her head look like on a stick.

Hello, guys. I would like you
hear an opinion about my business card.

I also had new ones printed.

Nice, Luis.

What do we do with the food?
-Is that all you think about?

Calm. Haven't had a shiatsu massage?

If you touch me again
I'll rip your arm off.

Patrick, why here?
I've seen you looking at me.

Your well-trained body
has not gone unnoticed.

Not so shy.

I've been longing for this
since that Christmas celebration.

You carried then
that striped Armani tie.

I long for you.
I long for you too.

What do you want?
-Where are you going?

I have to return video tapes.

Kimball, I want to talk to you. Come along.
Jean, nice jacket. Matsuda?

Where were you the night Paul
disappeared? That was on December 20th.

I probably brought it then
video tapes back.

I had a date with a certain Veronica.
-That's not right.

I have received other information.

What kind of information
did you receive?

You were with...
-I could be wrong.

When was the last time you saw Paul?
-We went to a musical.

Oh Africa, Brave Africa.

We had dinner at Orso's. Can you please?
anything with it? Long day. I'm tired.

I've had it too.

Shall we have lunch in a week?
Then I sorted everything out.

Would you like to find out where you were?
on the night of Paul's disappearance.

Absolute. I would like to help you.

Huey Lewis and The News.

Great music.
I just bought the CD. Do you know them?

No. I don't really like singers.

Not a music lover?

I like music, but Huey
sounds too much like a black one.

Everyone has their own taste.

Shall we meet next week?
-I'll be there.

Will you call me before Easter?
-Maybe.

What are you doing tonight?

Dine at the River Café
and then to Au Bar maybe.

I didn't know you smoked.
-You never noticed.

Listen, Patrick.
Can I talk to you for a moment?

You look great.

You don't have to say anything.
You're going to marry Luis.

As if that's something special.

I wish you a happy Easter in advance
if I don't see you again.

You too.

No, nothing.

They claim, because you have the AIDS virus
receives through sexual contact...

that you can catch anything. Alzheimer's,
hemophilia, leukemia, diabetes, dyslexia.

Dyslexia is not a viral disease, Bryce.
-They don't know. Just prove it.

It's a sweetener. I want to get high.
This stuff belongs in oatmeal.

We just have to soak up a lot.

Quiet. I'm trying to get high here.

Get the clothes on.
-Calm. We just soak it up.

Like that fagot next door
has nothing against it. Kill yourself.

Sorry, steroids. Okay, let's go for it.

Where has Craig gone?
-Gorbachev is downstairs.

McDermott enters into a peace treaty
sign with him.

He dabbled in mergers and acquisitions.

You're not confused, are you?
-No, not really.

Gorbachev is not downstairs.
-That's right, Caron. He's at Tunnel.

Ask me a question.

What do you do?
-I deal in fusillades and executions.

Do you like that work?
-Depends. What do you mean?

The men I know
those who do mergers don't like it.

Where do you exercise?

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

You think all models are stupid.
-No, I really don't think so.

It doesn't matter. I don't care.
You have something sweet about you.

Doing a crossword puzzle?

Need help?

Would you like to have dinner with me?

If you have nothing else, of course.
-I have no plans for tonight.

What a coincidence. Where are we going?
-Wherever you want.

It's not about what I want
but what you want.

I really have no idea.
I can't decide that.

Where do you want to go? Just say the word
and I'll make sure we get in.

How about...

the Dorsia.

Jean wants to go to Dorsia.

No, you tell me.
-The Dorsia is excellent.

Can I make a reservation for tonight?
-We're full.

Really and truly? Great.
-I said: we are full.

Table for two at nine o'clock.
Perfect. Until then.

Your clothes can survive with it.

You did not provide a name.
-They know me.

Come to me first at seven o'clock
to have a drink.

Wear something else
before we go out.

Chic, you know.
And what a beautiful view.

Sorbet?

Thank you. Please.

Would you also like a snack?
-I'm on a diet.

You don't have to lose weight.
Just kidding, sure. You look good.

You can always look better.

Would you like to eat out?
Bad for your self-control.

It doesn't matter. I'm losing my self-control
still quite easy.

Listen. What do you actually want?
achieve in life?

Keep it short. Don't say you like it
to work with children.

I would like to travel or go again
study. I don't actually know.

There seem to be so many right now
be different possibilities.

I just don't know.

Do you have a boyfriend?
-No, not really.

Interesting.
-Are you in a relationship? Something serious?

Maybe. Don't know.
Not really.

Jean, are you satisfied?

With your life, I mean?
-I believe so.

I was always too much
busy with my work...

but now I'm real
working on myself.

I want to develop. To grow.
-To grow. I'm glad you said that.

You know, Ted Bundy's first dog
was a collie named Lassie?

Do you know that story?
-Who is Ted Bundy?

Never mind.

What is that?
-Tape. I need that...

to stick something.

Patrick, have you ever
want to make someone happy?

What? No, put him in the bowl.
-Sorry.

What did you ask?

Make someone happy.
Have you ever wanted that?

I am looking for...

I just want a meaningful relationship
with someone special.

Patrick, I know you're here.
Answer it, bad boy.

What are you doing tonight?
Just don't try to hide.

You're not out with an or
different chick, huh? You are mine.

You never called me back.

I want to remind you of that dinner
with Melania and Taylor.

You know her from Sweet Briar.
We'll see them at the Cornell Club.

I'll call you tomorrow, baby.
Oh no, you hate that.

Hello, Patrick.
Hello, Mr. Important Director.

Was that Evelyn?

Are you still involved with her?

Sorry, I like you
don't ask at all.

Do you want me to leave?
-Yes.

Otherwise I can't vouch for myself.

I better go. I always fall
on men who are already taken.

I mean, do you want me to leave?

I'm afraid something is wrong
is going to happen if you stay.

I'm afraid I'll hurt you.
You wouldn't want that, would you?

No, I wouldn't want that.
I don't want to get hurt.

You're right. I just had to go.

Oh yeah, you're having lunch with Donald tomorrow
Kimball at Smith and Wollensky's.

Thank you, I completely forgot about that.

The night he disappeared.

Have you thought yet?
about what you did that night?

I don't know exactly.
I showered and ate ice cream.

You're mixing up your dates.
-Where do you think Paul was?

According to his agenda and his secretary
he went to dinner with Marcus Halberstram.

And?
-I questioned him.

And he denies it.
Although he had doubts at first.

But he denied it.
And does Marcus have an alibi?

And is that correct?
-I checked.

Well, where were you?

Where was Marcus?
-He wasn't with Paul Allen.

Who was he with then?
-He was at Atlantis...

with Craig McDermott, Frederick Dibble,
Harry Newman, George Butner...

and with you.

Oh well, of course.

We also asked Paul Allen,
but he had other plans.

And that dinner with Victoria
was definitely the day after.

I think he just wanted to get away for a while.
Maybe to London.

Playing tourist, drinking, I know a lot.
He will surface again.

It's ridiculous to think that one
of his friends killed him.

Right, Patrick?

Last time
I had to go to the hospital.

This time it will be very different.
-Not anyway.

Get in and we'll have a chat. The
driver is there too, so you are safe.

This time it will be very different. Promise.
-Okay then.

You look good. How are you?

I might have to
be operated on.

Maybe I should
hire a lawyer.

Lawyers make everything that way
complicated. Here's a check.

Half now and the rest later.

Your name is Christie. We're getting a girlfriend
from me visiting. Elizabeth.

She's coming to my new apartment.

You probably like her. Nice girl.

You look very familiar.
Did you attend Dalton?

I know you from the Surf Bar. You were with
Spicey. Or not? Do you know the Surf Bar?

That's nothing anymore.
I was there recently. Terrible.

This is much nicer
than your old apartment.

It's not that nice anymore.

How do you know each other from?

We met at
the Kentucky Derby in 1985 or 1986.

You had Allison Poole then. Nice thing.
-It was really nice.

She blew anyone with money.
She worked at a tanning salon.

What do you actually do?
-She's my cousin.

She is from France.

Where's the phone?
I have to call Harley.

Where do you spend the summer?
Southampton?

Answering machine.
-It's three in the morning.

Prime time for a drug dealer.
-Don't say you're here.

Strange taste. Harley, with me.
I need your services.

Call me...
-By Paul Allen.

The number. I'm with Paul Norman
and I'll still call.

And if you don't come tomorrow,
I'll send my hairdresser to you.

That guy who disappeared, he worked
right at Pierce and Pierce? Did you know him?

Do you have coke in the house? Or Halcyon?
I would like that now.

What I would like
is that you two...

have some fun.

What's wrong with that?
It doesn't give you any diseases.

You're crazy.
-Don't you find Christie attractive?

Are we going on that tour now?
I don't feel like doing that at all.

It seems exciting to me.
-Does he do this often?

Christie, your wine is still there.

You've never had it before
done with a woman?

I'm not a lesbian.
Why do you think I would want that?

You went to Sarah Lawrence.
-To her boys, yes.

You make me feel strange.

Did you know that on there?
Whitney Houston's first LP...

that simply
Whitney Houston

Did you know that, Christie?
-Do you listen to Whitney Houston?

Do you have a Whitney Houston CD?
More than one even?

It's not easy to get the most beautiful
to choose a number from so many beautiful...

but
The greatest love of all

that have ever been written
about self-preservation and dignity.

The universal message
crosses all boundaries...

and gives you hope
that it's not too late...

to improve yourself.

Since it's impossible in this world
is to sympathize with others...

we always can
to sympathize with ourselves.

It's an important message.
Crucial, even.

And he is on this album
beautifully expressed.

Not my face, you dirty bitch.
Not my face.

I want more stability.

I think we've grown apart.

Then what is it?

My urge to be on a large scale
to murder is incurable...

but i can meet my needs
otherwise not satisfied.

We have to talk.
-About what?

It's over, Evelyn.
It's all over.

Sorry. I didn't think about it
have to start. Never mind.

Coffee?
-I mean it, damn it. It's over.

I'm not kidding.
We shouldn't see each other anymore.

Your friends are my friends
and vice versa, so that makes little sense.

I know your friends
are also my friends.

You know what? You can have them.

You mean it, right?
-Yes.

And what we had together?
-We never really had anything.

You are an inhuman.
-No, I'm actually very human.

Evelyn, I'm sorry.

You just mean
not so much for me.

I know I sometimes
quite strange behavior.

What should I do then?
What do you want from me?

I want you to stop sniffling.
-How can you say this?

I'm gone. I've had enough of this.

Where are you going?
-Just go.

Where to then?

Return video tapes.

Feed me a stray cat

My god, what are you doing? Leave that.

Drop that gun.
On the ground.

Overtime, Mr. Smith?
Just put your name on the list.

Harold? With Patrick Bateman.

I've killed a lot of people.

A few escort girls
in an apartment...

five or ten homeless people, a student
that I met in the park...

I killed Bethany
with a staple gun...

some fag with a dog...

Last week I had a girl
murdered with a chainsaw.

I had to, she almost escaped.

And maybe someone else
a model or something. He's dead too.

And Paul Allen. I beat Paul to death
with an axe, in his face.

His corpse lies in a bath
somewhere in Hell's Kitchen.

I don't want to leave anything out...I may have
20 people killed, maybe 40.

I have a lot of it on video. Some
girls have seen the tapes.

I even...

I ate their brains...

and I tried to bake something.

This evening...

I have a lot of people
have to kill.

And I don't know if I'll get there this time
get away with it with impunity.

I mean...

I think I...

I think I'm quite disturbed.

If you're back tomorrow...

I'll see you at Harry's Bar.

Keep your eyes open.

Did you have an appointment at two o'clock?
-No.

Can I do anything for you?

I'm looking for Paul Allen's place.

Doesn't he live here?
-No.

Are you sure?

Do you have the ad?
in the
Times
seen?

Yes, I mean. In the
Times.

There was no advertisement in it.
You better go.

I want to know what happened here.
-Don't be annoying.

Just go.

And don't come again.
-Don't worry.

Patrick Bateman's office.
-Jean, help me.

Patrick?
-Jean, I'm not coming...

Craig called. He wants to be with you
and meet Van Patten at Harry's.

What are you saying, you stupid bitch?

I don't understand you.
-What am I doing?

Where are you? What's going on?

I don't think I can make it, Jean...

to come to the office this afternoon.
-Why not?

Just say no.

What is it, Patrick? Are you okay?
-Don't be so damn sad.

Jesus.

What do you look like? Had a tough day?

Bryce drinks bottled water.
He is reborn.

But make a reservation.

Try Worcester 150.

I won't go without a reservation.

Le Cirque, Flamingo East, Oyster Bar.
Book now.

Stay comfortable. And throw away those suspenders.

Excuse me, gentlemen. I'll be right back.

Then call them.
Give it to me and I'll call.

The Japanese will soon own this entire country.
-Stop it, man.

So, did you get my message?

To tear you apart.
That really was you, wasn't it?

Bateman a serial killer.
What a bucket.

What do you mean?
-Your message.

How's Cynthia, Davis?
You have something, right?

What do you mean?
-Nothing. Nice to see you.

Is that Edward Towers?

Come on, Davis.

I thought it was a good joke...

except for one major mistake:

Bateman is a loser.

A boring, weak guy from nothing.

Bryce or McDermott, okay...
Still a nice idea.

Sorry, but I really have to go now.

Stop.

I did it, Carnes.

I killed him.
I'm Patrick Bateman.

I cut off Allen's head.

What I left with you,
was all true.

I really have to leave now.

No, just listen.
Don't you know who I am?

I'm not Davis.
I'm Patrick Bateman.

We have each other so often
on the phone.

Don't you recognize me?

You are my lawyer.

Carnes, listen.

Now listen very carefully.

I killed Paul Allen...

and I enjoyed it.

I can't be clearer.

That's impossible.

I don't like this anymore.
-That wasn't necessary.

Why is it impossible?
Tell me, you stupid bastard.

Because I twice
had dinner with Paul in London.

No, you have...

You don't have that.
-Now if you'll excuse me.

We have seen
what distrust can lead to.

We must realize that foreign
policy is not something for a committee...

but we now understand that we
achieve more by working together.

Maybe that's the only thing
positive outcome of Irangate.

How can he lie like that?
How can he claim that?

Where did we make a reservation?
Not that I'm really hungry.

How can he look so damn...
blasé about it.

Some people
are born blasé.

Bateman? What's there to laugh about?

I'm just happy. Laughing and screeching.

He pretends
like an innocent old guy...

but inside...

What's on the inside doesn't count.

Yes, inside?
Finish your sentence, Bryce.

Well, Bateman? What do you think?

What you want.

Who was so stupid about bald
to order beers? I want whisky.

I have crossed all boundaries.

All I have in common with the neurotics,
the crazy and the bad...

my crimes
and my own insensitivity...

I'm past all that now.

The pain is constant and sharp.

I don't hope for a better world
for anyone.

I just want others
experience my pain.

I don't want anyone to escape it.

But even now that I admit it,
I am not purified.

I continue to avoid my punishment...

and I don't learn anything new about myself.

My confession does not bring knowledge.

This confession meant nothing.

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