American Psycho movie

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Our pasta this evening is

squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth

with goat cheese profiteroles,

and I also have

an arugula Caesar salad.

For entrées this evening,

I have swordfish meatloaf

with onion marmalade,

rare-roasted partridge breast

in raspberry coulis

with a sorrel timbale...

And grilled free-range rabbit

with herbed French fries.

Our pasta tonight is a squid

ravioli in a lemon grass broth,

and the fish tonight

is grilled...

With a double espresso.

God, I hate this place.

It's a chicks' restaurant.

Why aren't we at Dorsia?

Because Bateman won't

give the maître d'head.

Is that Reed Robinson over there?

Are you freebasing or what?

That's not Robinson.

Well, who is it, then?

It's Paul Allen.

That's not Paul Allen.

Paul Allen's on the other

side of the room. Over there.

Who's he with?

Some weasel from Kicker Peabody.

They don't have a good

bathroom to do coke in.

Are you sure

that's Paul Allen over there?

Yes, McDufus, I am.

He's handling

the Fisher account.

Lucky bastard.

Lucky Jew bastard.

Jesus, McDermott, what does

that have to do with anything?

I've seen that bastard

sitting in his office,

talking on the phone to the

CEO, spinning a fucking menorah.

Not a menorah.

You spin a dreidel.

Oh, my God, Bateman.

You want me to fry you up some

fucking potato pancakes? Some latkes?

No, just cool it

with the anti-Semitic remarks.

Oh, I'd forgotten. Bateman's

dating someone from the ACLU.

He's the voice of reason.

The boy next door.

Speaking of reasonable.

Only $570.

Not bad.

A little something

for the purse.

Give her the $50.

Two Stolis on the rocks.

These aren't good any more.

It's a cash bar.

That'll be $25.

You're a fucking ugly bitch.

I want to stab you to death,

then play around

with your blood.

What can I get for you two?

I live in

the American Gardens building

on West 81st Street,

on the 11th floor.

My name is Patrick Bateman.

I'm 27 years old.

I believe in

taking care of myself

and a balanced diet

and a rigorous

exercise routine.

In the morning,

if my face is a little puffy,

I'll put on an ice pack while

doing my stomach crunches.

I can do 1,000 now.

After I remove the ice pack, I

use a deep-pore cleanser lotion.

In the shower, I use a

water-activated gel cleanser,

then a honey-almond

body scrub,

and on the face,

an exfoliating gel scrub.

Then I apply

an herb mint facial mask,

which I leave on

for 10 minutes,

while I prepare

the rest of my routine.

I always use

an aftershave lotion

with little or no alcohol,

because alcohol

dries your face out

and makes you look older.

Then moisturizer,

then an anti-ageing eye balm

followed by a final

moisturizing protective lotion.

There is an idea of

a Patrick Bateman,

some kind of abstraction,

but there is no real me,

only an entity,

something illusory.

And though I can hide

my cold gaze

and you can shake my hand

and feel flesh gripping yours,

and maybe you can even sense our

lifestyles are probably comparable,

I simply am not there.

♪ I said, baby,

I just want you back

♪ And I want you to stay

♪ I'm walking on sunshine

♪ I'm walking on sunshine

Morning, Hamilton.

Nice tan.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine

Late.

Aerobics class, sorry.

Any messages?

Ricky Harrison has to cancel.

He didn't say

what he was canceling or why.

I occasionally box with Ricky

at the Harvard Club. Anyone else?

Spencer wants to meet for

drinks at Flutie's Pier 17.

- When?

- After 6:00.

Negative. Cancel it.

And what should I say?

Just say no.

Just say no?

Okay, Jean, I need reservations

for three at Camols at 12:30,

and if not there,

try Crayons, all right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, wait, and I need

reservations for two

at Arcadia at

8:00 on Thursday.

Something romantic?

No.

Silly.

Forget it, I'll make them.

- No, I'll do it.

- No, no.

Be a doll and just get me

a mineral water, okay?

You look nice today.

Don't wear

that outfit again.

What? I didn't hear you.

I said, do not wear

that outfit again.

Wear a dress,

a skirt or something.

You don't like this,

I take it?

Come on,

you're prettier than that.

Thanks, Patrick.

I'm not here.

And high heels.

I like high heels.

"Feathered Friends" for 600.

During courtship,

the male frigate bird

inflates to enormous size

the red pouch found here.

♪ She's a powerful force

♪ You're obliged to conform

when there's no other course

♪ She used to look good to me

but now I find her

♪ Simply irresistible

Thousands of roses,

and lots of

chocolate truffles, Godiva,

and oysters on

the half shell.

I'm trying to listen to

the new Robert Palmer tape,

but Evelyn,

my supposed fiancée,

keeps buzzing in my ear.

Annie Leibovitz.

We'll get Annie Leibovitz.

And we'll have to get

someone to videotape.

Patrick, we should do it.

Do what?

Get married.

Have a wedding.

No, I can't take

the time off work.

Your father practically

owns the company.

You can do

anything you like, silly.

I don't want

to talk about it.

You hate that job anyway.

I don't see why

you just don't quit.

Because I want to fit in.

♪ Simply irresistible

♪ Simply irresistible

Williams party.

I'm on the verge of tears

by the time we arrive at Espace,

since I'm positive

we won't have a decent table.

But we do,

and relief washes over me

in an awesome wave.

Patrick, this is my cousin

Vanden and her boyfriend Stash.

They're both artists.

The menu's in Braille.

I see you've met everyone.

You look awesome.

Okay, okay, all right.

I'm fairly certain that Timothy

Bryce and Evelyn are having an affair.

Timothy is the only

interesting person I know.

I'm almost

completely indifferent

as to whether Evelyn knows

I'm having an affair

with Courtney Rawlinson,

her closest friend.

Courtney is almost

perfect-looking.

She's usually operating on

one or more psychiatric drugs.

Tonight, I believe it's Xanax.

More disturbing than

her drug use, though,

is the fact

that she's engaged

to Luis Carruthers, the

biggest dufus in the business.

Tell me, Stash,

do you think Soho is becoming

too commercial?

Yes, I read that.

Oh, who gives a rat's ass?

Hey, that affects us.

Oh. Well what about the

massacres in Sri Lanka, honey?

Doesn't that affect us, too?

I mean, do you know anything

about Sri Lanka?

How, like,

the Sikhs are killing, like,

tons of Israelis over there?

Come on, Bryce.

There are a lot more important

problems than Sri Lanka to worry about.

Like what?

Well, we have to

end apartheid, for one,

and slow down

the nuclear arms race,

stop terrorism,

and world hunger.

We have to provide food

and shelter for the homeless

and oppose racial discrimination

and promote civil rights

while also promoting

equal rights for women.

We have to encourage a return

to traditional moral values.

Most importantly,

we have to promote

general social concern

and less materialism

in young people.

Patrick,

how thought-provoking.

Hello.

Hello.

"Bleach-ee"? Are you

trying to say "bleach-ee"?

Oh, my God. Two things.

One, you can't bleach a

Cerruti. Out of the question.

Two, I can only get

these sheets in Santa Fe.

These are very expensive sheets

and I really need them clean.

If you don't shut

your fucking mouth,

I will kill you.

I have a lunch meeting at Hubert's

in 20 minutes with Ronald Harrison

and I need those sheets

cleaned by this afternoon.

Listen,

I cannot understand you!

This is crazy.

You're a fool.

I can't cope with this.

Stupid "bitch-ee"!

Understand? Christ.

Patrick?

Hi, Patrick.

I thought that was you.

Hello...

Isn't it ridiculous coming

all the way up here?

But they really are

the best.

Then why can't they get

these stains out?

I mean, can you talk

to these people or something?

I'm not getting anywhere.

Oh, what are those?

Oh, well, it's cranberry

juice. Cran-apple.

Really?

Listen, if you could talk to

them, I would really appreciate it.

I'm really late. I have a lunch

appointment at Hubert's in 15 minutes.

Hubert's?

That moved uptown, right?

Well, boy, listen,

I've gotta go.

Thank you, Victoria.

Maybe we could do lunch

one day next week.

You know, I'm downtown...

I don't know, Victoria,

I'm at work all the time.

What about a Saturday?

- Next Saturday?

- Sure.

Can't, I'm afraid.

I have a matinée of Les Mis.

Listen, I've really got to go.

Christ. I'll call you.

Okay. Do.

Listen, you're dating Luis.

He's in Arizona.

You're fucking me,

and we haven't made plans.

What could you possibly

be up to tonight?

Stop it. I'm...

On a lot of lithium?

Waiting for Luis to call me.

He said he'd call tonight.

Pumpkin.

Pumpkin,

you're dating an asshole.

Pumpkin, you're dating the

biggest dickweed in New York.

Pumpkin, you're dating

a tumbling, tumbling dickweed.

Patrick, stop

calling me pumpkin, okay?

I have to go.

Courtney!

Dinner.

I can't!

I'm thinking Dorsia.

Dorsia's nice.

Wear something fabulous.

Dorsia.

Yes, I know

it's a little late,

but is it possible to reserve a table

for two at 8:00 or 8:30, perhaps?

A facial at Elizabeth Arden,

which was really relaxing,

and then to the Pottery Barn

where I got this

little silver muffin dish.

Is that Donald Trump's car?

God, Patrick, shut up.

Courtney, you should take some

more lithium or have a Diet Coke.

Some caffeine might

get you out of this slump.

I just want a child.

Just two

perfect

children.

Are we here?

Yeah.

This is Dorsia?

- Yes, dear.

- Good evening.

Courtney, you're gonna have

the peanut butter soup

with smoked duck

and mashed squash.

New York Matinee called it

"a playful,

but mysterious little dish".

You'll love it.

And then the red snapper

with violets and pine nuts.

I think

that will follow nicely.

Thanks, Patrick.

Patrick, thanks so much

for looking after Courtney.

Dorsia, how impressive.

How on earth did you get

a reservation there?

Lucky, I guess.

That's a wonderful suit.

Don't tell me, don't

tell me, let me guess.

Valentino Couture.

It looks so soft.

Your compliment

was sufficient, Luis.

Hello, Halberstram.

Nice tie.

How the hell are you?

Allen has mistaken me for

this dickhead, Marcus Halberstram.

It seems logical, because

Marcus also works at P&P

and, in fact, does

the same exact thing I do.

He also has a penchant for Valentino

suits and Oliver Peoples glasses.

Marcus and I even go

to the same barber,

although I have

a slightly better haircut.

So how's the Ransom

account going, Marcus?

- It's all right.

- Really?

That's interesting.

It's not... It's not great.

Oh, well, you know.

So how's Cecilia?

She's a great girl.

Oh, yeah, I'm very lucky.

Hey, Allen.

Congratulations on

the Fisher account.

Thank you, Baxter.

Listen, Paul. Squash?

Call me.

- How about Friday?

- No can do.

I got an 8:30 res at Dorsia.

Great sea urchin ceviche.

Dorsia on a Friday night?

How'd he swing that?

I think he's lying.

Is that a gram?

New card.

What do you think?

Very nice.

Look at that.

Picked them up

from the printer's yesterday.

Good colouring.

That's bone.

And the lettering is

something called Silian Rail.

It's very cool, Bateman.

But that's nothing.

Look at this.

That is really nice.

Eggshell with Romalian type.

What do you think?

Nice.

Jesus.

That is really super.

How did a nitwit like

you get so tasteful?

I can't believe

that Bryce prefers

Van Patten's card to mine.

But wait.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Raised lettering.

Pale Nimbus White.

Impressive. Very nice.

Let's see Paul Allen's card.

Look at that subtle

off-white colouring,

the tasteful thickness of it.

Oh, my God.

It even has a watermark.

Is something wrong,

Patrick?

You're sweating.

Hello.

Pat Bateman.

You want some money?

Some food?

This what you need?

I'm hungry.

Yeah. Cold out, too,

isn't it?

Why don't you get a job?

If you're so hungry,

why don't you get a job?

I lost my job.

Why? You drinking?

Is that why you lost it?

Insider trading?

Just joking.

Listen, what's your name?

Al.

Speak up. Come on.

- Al.

- Get a goddamn job, Al.

You got a negative attitude.

That's what's stopping you.

You gotta

get your act together.

I'll help you.

You are so kind, mister.

You're kind.

You're a kind man.

- It's okay.

- I can tell.

Please, you gotta tell me what to do.

You gotta help me.

I'm so cold.

I'm hungry.

You know how bad you smell?

You reek of shit.

Do you know that?

Al.

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

I don't know.

I don't have

anything in common with you.

Oh, thank you, mister.

Thank you.

I'm cold out here.

You know

what a fucking loser you are?

What?

What beautiful skin

you have, Mr Bateman.

So fine, so smooth.

I have all the

characteristics of a human being,

flesh, blood, skin, hair,

but not a single clear

identifiable emotion,

except for greed and disgust.

Something horrible

is happening inside of me,

and I don't know why.

My nightly blood lust

has overflowed into my days.

I feel lethal,

on the verge of frenzy.

I think my mask of sanity

is about to slip.

Hey, MacLoy,

what do you say?

Hey, Hamilton,

have a holly, jolly Christmas.

Is Allen still handling

the Fisher account?

Of course. Who else?

Mistletoe alert.

Merry Xmas, Patrick.

Merry Xmas, Harry.

Merry Christmas.

You're late, honey.

I'm not late.

Oh, yes, you are.

I've been here

the entire time.

You just didn't see me.

Say hello to Snowball.

Snowball says

"Merry Christmas, Patrick".

What is it?

It's a little baby

piggy-wiggy, isn't it?

It's a Vietnamese

potbellied pig.

They make darling pets.

Don't you?

Don't you?

Stop scowling, Patrick.

You're such a Grinch.

What does Mr Grinch

want for Christmas?

And don't say

"breast implants" again.

Allen.

Marcus! Merry Christmas.

How you been?

Workaholic, I suppose?

I haven't seen you

in a while.

Hey, Hamilton! We're going

to Nell's. Limo's out front.

We should have dinner.

Maybe you could bring...

Cecilia?

Yes, Cecilia!

Oh, Cecilia would adore it.

Well, then

let's do it, Marcus.

Great party.

Thanks.

Patrick,

why is he calling you Marcus?

Mistletoe alert.

Marcus Halberstram

for two at 7:00.

No, I want to know.

I came here for the cilantro

crawfish gumbo. All right?

Which is, after all, the only excuse one

could have for being in this restaurant,

which is, by the way,

almost completely empty.

I'm very sorry, sir.

J&B straight and a Corona.

Would you like to hear...

Double Absolut martini.

Yes, sir.

Would you like

to hear the specials?

Not if you want

to keep your spleen.

This is a real beehive

of activity, Halberstram.

This place is hot.

Very hot.

Listen, the mud soup and charcoal

arugula are outrageous here.

Yeah, well, you're late.

Hey, I'm a child of divorce.

Give me a break.

I see they've omitted the

pork loin with lime Jell-O.

We should've gone to Dorsia.

I could have

gotten us a table.

Nobody goes there any more.

Is that Ivana Trump?

Oh, jeez, Patrick...

I mean, Marcus,

what are you thinking?

Why would Ivana

be at Texarkana?

So, wasn't Rothschild originally

handling the Fisher account?

How'd you get it?

Well, I could tell you that,

Halberstram,

but then I'd have

to kill you.

I like to dissect girls.

Did you know

I'm utterly insane?

Great tan, Marcus.

Really impressive.

- Where do you tan?

- Salon.

I've got a tanning bed

at home.

You should look into it.

And Cecilia... How is she?

Where is she tonight?

Cecilia is...

Well, you know Cecilia.

I think she's having dinner

with Evelyn Williams.

Evelyn! Great ass.

Goes out with that loser

Patrick Bateman.

What a dork.

Another martini, Paul?

You like

Huey Lewis and the News?

They're okay.

Their early work was a little

too new wave for my taste.

But when Sports

came out in '83,

I think they really came into their

own, commercially and artistically.

The whole album has a clear,

crisp sound

and a new sheen

of consummate professionalism

that really gives the songs

a big boost.

He's been compared

to Elvis Costello,

but I think Huey has a far more

bitter, cynical sense of humour.

Hey, Halberstram.

Yes, Allen?

Why are there copies of the

Style section all over the place?

Do you have a dog?

A little chow or something?

No, Allen.

Is that a raincoat?

Yes, it is!

In '87, Huey released this,

Fore!,

their most accomplished album.

I think their undisputed

masterpiece is Hip to Be Square.

The song's so catchy. Most people

probably don't listen to the lyrics.

But they should because it's not

just about the pleasures of conformity

and the importance of trends, it's also a

personal statement about the band itself.

Hey, Paul?

♪ But I couldn't take the

punishment and had to settle down

Try getting a reservation at Dorsia

now, you fucking stupid bastard!

You fucking bastard!

♪ 'Cause I can tell

what's going on

♪ It's hip to be square

♪ It's hip to be square

♪ I like my bands

in business suits

♪ I watch them on TV

♪ I'm working out

most every day

♪ And watching what I eat

♪ They tell me that

it's good for me

♪ But I don't even care

♪ I know that it's crazy

♪ I know that it's nowhere

♪ There is no denying that

♪ It's hip to be square

♪ It's hip to be square

He was completely naked

and he was standing up on the

table with everyone watching...

Patrick? Patrick!

Is that you?

No, Luis, it's not me.

You're mistaken.

This is my very good friend,

Patrick Bateman.

Where are you going?

We're going to Nell's.

Gwendolyn's father

is buying it.

Where did you get

that overnight bag?

Jean Paul Gaultier.

When I get

to Paul Allen's place,

I use the keys I took from his

pocket before disposing of the body.

There is a moment

of sheer panic

when I realize that Paul's

apartment overlooks the park

and it's obviously

more expensive than mine.

I calm myself

and move into the bedroom,

where I find his suitcase

and start to pack.

It's time for Paul

to take a little trip.

Where to send the bastard?

Dallas?

Paris? Singapore?

London.

I'll send the ass to London.

Hi, this is Paul.

I've been called away

to London for a few days.

Meredith, I'll call you

when I get back.

Hasta la vista, baby.

♪ The lady in red

♪ Is dancing with me

♪ Cheek to cheek

♪ There's nobody here

What is it?

Patrick.

Yes, Jean?

There's a Mr Donald Kimball

here to see you.

Who?

Detective Donald Kimball.

Tell him I'm at lunch.

Patrick, it's only 10:30.

I think he knows

you're here.

Send him in, I guess.

Now, John,

you've gotta wear clothes

in proportion

to your physique.

There are definite

dos and don'ts, good buddy,

of wearing

a bold-striped shirt.

A bold-striped shirt calls

for solid-coloured

or discretely patterned

suits and ties.

Yes,

always tip the stylist 15%.

Listen, John, I've got to go.

T. Boone Pickens

just walked in.

Just joking.

No, don't tip

the owner of the salon.

Okay, John. Right. Got it.

Sorry about that.

No, I'm sorry.

I should've made

an appointment.

Was that anything important?

Oh, that? Just mulling

over business problems,

examining opportunities,

exchanging rumours,

spreading gossip.

Hi. I'm Donald Kimball.

Hi, Pat Bateman.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry to barge in

on you like this.

I know how busy

you guys can get.

So, what's

the topic of discussion?

I've been hired

by Meredith Powell

to investigate the

disappearance of Paul Allen.

I see, yeah.

Paul's disappearance, yeah.

So it's nothing

that official.

I just have some basic

questions about Paul Allen.

- About yourself...

- Coffee?

No, I'm okay.

- Apollinaris?

- No, I'm okay.

- Can you bring Mister...

- Kimball.

Mr Kimball a bottle of Apol...

No, really, I'm okay.

It's no problem.

So, what's

the topic of discussion?

The disappearance

of Paul Allen.

Right.

Well, I haven't...

I haven't heard anything about

the disappearance or anything,

not on Page Six at least.

I think his family wants

this kept quiet.

Understandable. Lime?

No, really, I'm okay.

You sure?

I can always get you a lime.

Just some preliminary questions

that I need for my own files, okay?

Shoot.

How old are you?

27.

Where did you go to school?

Harvard.

Then Harvard Business School.

Your address?

The American Gardens building,

West 81st Street.

Nice. Very nice.

Thanks.

What can you tell me

about Paul Allen?

I'm at a loss.

He was part of

that whole Yale thing.

"Yale thing"?

Yeah, Yale thing.

What do you mean,

"Yale thing"?

Well, I think for one that he

was probably a closet homosexual

who did a lot of cocaine.

That Yale thing.

What kind of man was he?

Besides the information

you've just given me.

I hope I'm not being

cross-examined here.

Do you feel like that?

No, not really.

Where did Paul hang out?

Hang out?

Yeah, you know, hang out.

Let me think. The Newport.

Harry's. Flutie's.

Indochine. Nell's.

The Cornell Club.

The New York Yacht Club.

He had a yacht?

No, he just hung out there.

And where did he go

to school?

Don't you know this?

I just wanted to know

if you know.

Before Yale, if I remember

correctly, Saint Paul's.

Listen, I just...

I just want to help.

I understand.

Do you have any witnesses

or fingerprints?

Well, there's a message

on his answering machine

that says he went to London.

Maybe he did, huh?

His girlfriend

doesn't think so.

But has anyone

seen him in London?

Actually, yes.

But I've had a hard time

getting actual verification.

A Stephen Hughes said he saw

him at a restaurant there.

But I checked it out,

and what happened is

he mistook a Herbert Ainsworth

for Paul, so...

Had his apartment

been burglarized?

No, actually it hadn't.

Toiletries were missing,

a suit was gone,

so was some luggage,

that's it.

I mean, no one's dealing with the

homicide squad yet, or anything, right?

No, not yet.

As I said, we're not sure.

Basically, no one's

seen or heard anything.

So typical, isn't it?

It's just strange.

One day

someone's walking around,

going to work, alive,

and then...

Nothing.

People just disappear.

The earth just opens up

and swallows them.

Eerie. Really eerie.

Listen,

you'll have to excuse me.

I have a lunch meeting

with Cliff Huxtable

at The Four Seasons

in 20 minutes.

The Four Seasons?

Isn't that

a little far uptown?

I mean,

aren't you gonna be late?

No, there's one down here.

Oh, really?

I didn't know that.

Yes. It's very good.

Listen, if anything else occurs

to you, any information...

Absolutely.

I'm 100% with you.

Great, and thanks

for your time, Mr Bateman.

- Bye-bye.

- Goodbye.

I haven't seen you

around here.

You just haven't been looking.

Would you like

to see my apartment?

I'm not supposed to.

Do you want to come

to my apartment or not?

I'm not supposed to,

but I can make an exception.

Would you take

a credit card?

I'm joking.

Come on, get in.

I'd like a girl,

early twenties, blonde,

who does couples. Couples.

And I really can't stress

"blonde" enough. Blonde.

I'm Paul.

My name's Paul Allen.

You got that?

You're Christie.

You're to respond

only to Christie.

Is that clear?

If you don't know me

by now

You will never never

never know me

That's a very fine chardonnay

you're drinking.

I want you to clean

your vagina.

If you don't know me by now

You will never never

never know me

No. From behind.

Get on your knees.

You have a very nice body.

Thank you. Send her up.

Christie, get out

and dry off,

choose a robe, not the Bijan,

and come and meet me and our guest

in the living room for drinks.

You've arrived! How lovely.

Let me take your coat.

I'm Paul.

How good of you to come.

Not quite blonde, are you?

More dirty blonde.

I'm gonna call you Sabrina.

I'm Paul Allen.

So,

don't you want

to know what I do?

No.

No, not really.

Well, I work on Wall Street

at Pierce & Pierce.

Have you heard of it?

You have a really

nice place here, Paul.

How much did you

pay for it?

Well, actually, that's none

of your business, Christie.

But I can assure you,

it certainly wasn't cheap.

No. No smoking.

Not in here.

Varda truffle?

I don't want

you to get drunk,

but that's a very fine

chardonnay you're not drinking.

Do you like Phil Collins?

I've been a big Genesis fan

ever since the release

of their 1980 album, Duke.

Before that, I really didn't

understand any of their work.

It was too artsy.

Too intellectual.

It was on Duke where

Phil Collins' presence

became more apparent.

I think Invisible Touch

is the group's

undisputed masterpiece.

It's an epic meditation

on intangibility.

At the same time,

it deepens and enriches

the meaning

of the preceding three albums.

Christie, take off the robe.

Listen to

the brilliant ensemble playing

of Banks, Collins,

and Rutherford.

You can practically hear every

nuance of every instrument.

Sabrina, remove your dress.

In terms of lyrical craftsmanship

and sheer songwriting,

this album hits

a new peak of professionalism.

Sabrina, why don't you dance a little?

Take the lyrics to

Land of Confusion.

In this song, Phil Collins

addresses the problems

of abusive

political authority.

In Too Deep is the most

moving pop song of the 1980s,

about monogamy

and commitment.

The song is

extremely uplifting.

Their lyrics are

as positive and affirmative

as anything

I've heard in rock.

Christie,

get down on your knees

so Sabrina can

see your asshole.

Phil Collins' solo career

seems to be more commercial,

and therefore more satisfying

in a narrower way.

Especially songs like In The

Air Tonight and Against All Odds.

Sabrina, don't just

stare at it. Eat it.

But I also think

Phil Collins works best

within the confines of the

group than as a solo artist.

And I stress

the word "artist".

This is Sussudio.

A great, great song.

A personal favourite.

Look at the camera.

♪ There's this girl

that's been on my mind

♪ All the time

♪ Sussudio

♪ Now she don't even

know my name

♪ But I think

she likes me just the same

♪ Sussudio

♪ Oh, if she called me

I'd be there

♪ I'd come running anywhere

Christie, look at the camera.

♪ She's all I need all my life

♪ I feel so good

if I just say the word

♪ Sussudio

Don't touch the watch.

Can we go now?

We're not through yet.

If they have a good personality

and they're not great-looking,

then who fucking cares?

Well let's just say,

hypothetically, okay,

what if they have

a good personality?

I know, I know.

There are no girls

with good personalities.

A good personality consists of

a chick with a little hard body

who'll satisfy

all sexual demands

without being

too slutty about things

and who will essentially keep

her dumb fucking mouth shut.

The only girls with good

personalities who are smart,

or maybe funny or halfway

intelligent or talented,

though God knows what the fuck

that means, are ugly chicks.

Absolutely.

And this is because

they have to make up

for how fucking unattractive

they are.

You know what Ed Gein

said about women?

Ed Gein?

Maître d'at Canal Bar?

No. Serial killer.

Wisconsin, in the '50s.

What did Ed say?

He said, "When I see a pretty

girl walking down the street,

I think two things. One part

of me wants to take her out

and talk to her, be real nice

and sweet and treat her right."

And what did

the other part of him think?

What her head

would look like on a stick.

Hi, guys.

I want to get

your opinion on something.

It's my business card.

I decided to get

a new one, too.

Oh, that's...

Very nice, Luis.

Thank you.

Listen, what about dinner?

Is that all you ever have to contribute,

Van Patten? "What about fucking dinner?"

Cheer up there, Bateman. What's

the matter, no shiatsu this morning?

Keep touching me like that,

and you'll draw back a stump.

Hold on there, little buddy.

Excuse me.

God. Patrick. Why here?

I've seen you looking at me.

I've noticed your hot body.

Don't be shy.

You can't imagine

how long I've wanted this,

ever since that Christmas

party at Arizona 206.

You know the one, you were wearing

that red striped paisley Armani tie.

I want you.

I want you, too.

- Patrick.

- What is it?

Where are you going?

I've gotta return

some videotapes.

Patrick!

Okay, Monday?

The 20th.

Monday? That's...

Any Paul Allen?

Reservation, no.

No reservation, but...

Kimball. I've been wanting

to talk with you.

Come into my office.

Jean, great jacket.

Matsuda?

Do you remember where you were

the night of Paul's disappearance,

which was on

the 20th of December?

God.

I guess I was probably

returning videotapes.

I had a date with

a girl named Veronica.

That's not what I've got.

What?

That's not the information

I've received.

Well, wait.

What information

have you received?

Let me see.

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...

O Africa, Brave Africa.

It was a laugh riot.

That was about it.

I think we had dinner

at Orso's.

No, Petal...

No, Orso's.

I hope I've been informative.

Long day. Bit scattered.

I'm a little spent now, too.

But how about lunch

in a week or so,

when I've sorted out

all this information?

Great. Yes, I'd like that.

And if you could try

and pin down where you were

the night of Paul Allen's

disappearance,

it would make my job

a lot easier.

Absolutely.

I'm with you on that one.

Huey Lewis and 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, 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.

Will you call me

before Easter?

Maybe.

What are you doing tonight?

Dinner at River Café.

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 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.

There's this theory now

that if you can catch the AIDS virus

through having sex with someone,

then you can catch anything.

Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy,

haemophilia, leukaemia,

diabetes, dyslexia.

I'm not sure, but I don't

think dyslexia's a virus.

Who knows? They don't

know that. Prove it.

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.

Do it anyway.

That's right.

That is, if the faggot

in the next stall

thinks it's okay!

- Hey, fuck you!

- Fuck you!

Sorry, dude.

The 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.

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, 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 want to go?

Anywhere you want.

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, well, 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.

Well, 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. 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 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.

Did you know that 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

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...

I guess you could say

I just want to have

a meaningful relationship

with someone special.

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 out there with

some little number you picked up,

because you're mine,

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.

Oh. 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. 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.

Thanks.

It slipped

my mind completely.

So, the night

he disappeared,

any new thoughts

about what you did?

Not sure. I had a shower

and some sorbet.

I think you're getting

your dates mixed up.

Well, 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've 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.

Oh, right, yeah.

Of course.

He 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're safe.

Nothing like last time.

I promise.

All right.

So, you're looking great.

How've you been?

Well, I actually might need a

little 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 cheque.

Half now, half later.

Okay. Your name's 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 really familiar.

Did you go to Dalton?

I think I met you at the 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.

Well, 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.

Listen, this girl worked at 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 gotta call Harley.

Where do you summer?

Southampton?

No.

Oh, God. It's his machine.

Elizabeth,

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...

- You're at Paul Allen's.

- Who?

Paul Allen.

I want the number, idiot.

Anyway, I'm at Paul Normand's,

and I'll try you again later.

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 Halcion?

Oh, I would take a Halcion.

Listen.

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.

Come on.

I think it'd be a turn-on.

Does he do this

all the time?

Christie, you're not

drinking your wine.

You're 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.

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 best, most

powerful songs ever written

about self-preservation,

dignity.

Its universal message

crosses all boundaries

and instils one with the hope

that it's not too late

to better ourselves.

Since, Elizabeth,

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.

And 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 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.

I don't think we should

see each other any more.

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 I've thought about that.

You can have them.

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 sorry.

I just...

You're not

terribly important to me.

Oh, no!

No! 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.

I've assessed the situation,

and I'm going.

Where are you going?

Just leaving.

But where?

I have to return

some videotapes.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Oh, my God.

What are you doing?

Stop that.

Drop the weapon!

Drop it now!

Get on the ground! Put...

Burning the midnight oil,

Mr Smith?

Hey, now

don't forget to sign in.

Hi.

Harold, 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.

Some homeless people,

maybe five or ten,

an NYU girl I met

in Central Park,

I left her in a parking lot

behind some doughnut shop.

I killed Bethany, my old

girlfriend, with a nail gun,

and some man...

Some old faggot with a dog.

Last week, I...

I killed another girl

with a chainsaw.

I had to.

She almost got away.

Someone else there.

I can't remember.

Maybe a model.

But 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...

I just had to kill

a lot of people, and...

I'm not sure I'm gonna

get away with it this time.

So, I mean...

I guess

I'm a pretty...

I mean, I guess

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.

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 help.

Patrick, is that you?

Jean, I'm not...

Craig McDermott called.

He wants to meet you,

David Van Patten, and Tim

Bryce at Harry's for drinks.

Oh, God.

What did you say,

you dumb bitch?

Patrick, I can't hear you.

What am I doing?

Where are you, Patrick?

What's wrong?

I don't think

I'm gonna make it, Jean,

to the office this afternoon.

Why?

Just say no!

What is it, Patrick?

Are you all right?

Stop sounding so fucking sad!

Jesus!

Table for three.

Bateman,

you look a little wild-eyed.

Rough day at the office?

Look, Bryce is back, and

he's drinking mineral water.

He's a changed man,

except he still can't get 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.

Keep your shirt on.

Maybe lose the suspenders.

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.

Ha! Shut up, Carnes.

They will not.

So, 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?

Wait, Harold.

What do you mean?

Excuse me. Nothing.

It's good to see you.

Is that Edward Towers?

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 said

Bryce or McDermott...

Otherwise, it was amusing.

Now if you'll 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 now.

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 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 any more.

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 10 days ago.

No, you...

Didn't.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

We've seen

the results of that mistrust

in the form of lies,

divisions, and mistakes.

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?

- What shit?

Now where do we have

reservations at?

I mean 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.

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...

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.

When I named him

to the U.S. Court of Appeals,

the American Bar

Association...

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.

♪ 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

♪ Well, I know you hold your head up high

♪ There's nothing we have to say

♪ There's nothing in my eyes

♪ But there's something in the air

♪ There's something I have to say

♪ There's something in the air

♪ Who feels it, loves it

♪ Who knows it, shows it

♪ Scratch it up, here comes my genius

♪ Grandmaster Flash and the Furious

♪ Nasty licks, they are serious

♪ "The Message", delirious!

♪ Do Boy's a genius chameleon

♪ Afrika Bambaataa holds dominion!

♪ Fugees on the scene like a Felini dream

♪ Salvation's here à la Al Green

♪ Who feels it, knows it

♪ Who loves it, shows it

♪ Who feels it, loves it

♪ Who knows it, shows it

♪ What you gonna do with a broken heart?

♪ Sip Cristal, burn up the chart

♪ What you gonna do when they put you down?

♪ Move to the tip, 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, and you don't stop!

♪ Who feels it, knows it

♪ Who loves it, shows it

♪ Who feels it, loves it

♪ Who knows it...

♪ I've been watching me fall

♪ for it seems like years

♪ Watching me grow small

♪ I watch me

♪ Disappear

♪ Slipping out of my ordinary world

♪ Out my ordinary eyes

♪ I'm watching me scream

♪ I'm watching me scream

♪ I'm watching me fall

♪ Some girls got worries

♪ So disconnect me

♪ Mind and soul tormented

♪ They're so disconnected

♪ But my kind of trouble is you

♪ But my kind of trouble is you