American Psycho Page #11

Silence.

JEAN:

Are you still seeing her?

Silence.

JEAN:

I'm sorry, I have no right to ask that.

Silence.

JEAN:

Do you want me to go?

A long pause.

BATEMAN:

Yeah. I don't think I can control myself.

JEAN:

I know I should go. I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men, and...I mean...do you want me to go?

Another long pause.

BATEMAN:

If you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. (Almost hopefully) You don't want to get hurt, do you?

JEAN:

No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised. You're right, I should go.

She gets up to leave.

JEAN:

Oh, don't forget you have a lunch date tomorrow with Donald Kimball at Smith and Malinskys.

BATEMAN:

Thanks. It slipped my mind completely.

INT. SMITH AND MALINSKYS RESTAURANT - DAY

Kimball and Bateman are sitting at their table.

KIMBALL:

So, the night he disappeared? Any new thoughts about what you did?

BATEMAN:

Not sure. I had a shower...and some sorbet?

KIMBALL:

I think you're getting your dates mixed up.

BATEMAN:

But how? Um...Where do you place Paul that night?

KIMBALL:

According to his date book, and this was verified by his secretary, he had dinner with...Marcus Halberstam.

BATEMAN:

And?

KIMBALL:

I've questioned him.

BATEMAN:

Marcus?

KIMBALL:

Yes. And he denies it. Though at first he couldn't be sure.

BATEMAN:

But he denied it?

KIMBALL:

Yes.

BATEMAN:

Well, does Marcus have an alibi?

KIMBALL:

Yes.

A pause.

BATEMAN:

He does? You're sure?

KIMBALL:

I checked it out. It's clean.

Bateman takes a sip of his drink.

BATEMAN:

Oh.

KIMBALL:

Now...where were you? (He laughs)

BATEMAN:

(Laughing with him) Where was Marcus?

KIMBALL:

He wasn't with Paul Allen.

BATEMAN:

Who was he with?

KIMBALL:

He was at Atlantis with Craig McDermott, Frederick Dibble, Harry Newman, George Butner and (He pauses, Then looks up) - you.

A moment of stunned silence.

BATEMAN:

Oh, right, yeah...of course...We had wanted Paul Allen to come. But he had made plans...And I guess I had dinner with Victoria...the following night.

KIMBALL:

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.

A pause

KIMBALL:

I mean, to think that one of his friends killed him, for no reason whatsoever would be too ridiculous. Isn't that right, Patrick?

EXT. MEAT PACKING DISTRICT/INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

The same street corner where Bateman found Christie before. The limo is kept idling as he talks to her through a half-opened window.

BATEMAN:

Christie. Christie!

CHRISTIE:

I'm not so sure about this. I had to go to Emergency after last time...

BATEMAN:

This won't be anything like last time, I promise.

CHRISTIE:

I don't think so.

He holds out a wad of cash.

BATEMAN:

Just come in the limo and talk to me for a minute. The driver's here, you'll be safe.

Christie takes the money and gets in hesitantly.

He hands her a shot of vodka and makes her drink it.

BATEMAN:

Nothing like last time, promise.

CHRISTIE:

Alright.

BATEMAN:

(Chatting as if they were at a cocktail party) So, you're looking great, how have you been?

CHRISTIE:

(A little confused) Well, I actually might need a little surgery after last time.

BATEMAN:

(Mock shock) Really?

CHRISTIE:

My friend told me I should maybe even get a lawyer.

BATEMAN:

Oh, lawyers are so complicated-don't do that. Heres a check.

He writes her a check to cash and hands it to her. She snatches the check out of his hand and gets quickly out of the limo, walking hurriedly down the street.

He follows alongside her slowly in the limo, waving a huge wad of cash at her. She hesitates; he uses the money to lure her into the car. As she reluctantly gets into the limo, she reaches for the money.

He snatches it away.

BATEMAN:

Uh uh uh. Half now, half later.

BATEMAN:

Okay, your name is Christie. We're meeting a friend of mine, Elizabeth. She'll be joining us in my new apartment shortly. You'll like her. She's a very nice girl.

INT. PAUL ALLEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The living room:
ELIZABETH has kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the couch underneath the Baselitz. Elizabeth is an attractive, dark-haired society girl who models occasionally. Christie is sitting on the couch opposite her, pretending to examine a CD.

The kitchen:
Bateman is grinding up tabs of Ecstasy and putting them in a bottle of wine. In the living room, Elizabeth is still staring at Christie as if she came from Mars.

ELIZABETH:

You look really familiar. Did you you go to Dalton?

Christie stares blankly.

ELIZABETH:

I think I met you at the Surf Bar, didn't I? With Spicey?

Christie looks blank.

ELIZABETH:

Well, maybe not with Spicey but it was definitely at Surf Bar.

Christie still blank.

ELIZABETH:

You know, Serf Bar?

Christie shakes her head.

ELIZABETH:

Anyway, Serf Bar sucks now, it's terrible. I went to a birthday party there for Malcolm Forbes. Oh my God, please.

Bateman enters carrying the bottle of wine and two glasses.Christie, who seems frightened, sips her wine and stares at the floor. There is an awkward silence.

CHRISTIE:

This is nicer than your other apartment.

BATEMAN:

(Offended that she prefers Allen's apartment) It's not that nice.

Silence.

CHRISTIE:

Where did you two meet?

ELIZABETH:

Oh God! I met him at,um...oh God, the Kentucky Derby in '85 or '86, (Turning to Patrick) You were hanging out with that bimbo Allison Poole. (Sarcastically) Hot number.

BATEMAN:

What do you mean, she was a hot number.

ELIZABETH:

If you had an Platinum card she'd give you a blowj*b. (To Christie) Listen, this girl worked in a tanning salon, need I say more?...What do you do?

A long silence. Christie reddens and stares at the floor.

BATEMAN:

She's my...cousin.

ELIZABETH:

(Skeptically) Uh huh?

BATEMAN:

She's from...France.

A pause. Elizabeth looks at Bateman dubiously.

ELIZABETH:

Where's your phone? I've got to call Harley.

Bateman hands her a cordless phone. She dials, and stares At Christie while she waits for someone to answer.

ELIZABETH:

Where do you summer? Southampton?

Christie looks at Bateman and then back at Elizabeth.

CHRISTIE:

No.

ELIZABETH:

(Listening to the receiver) Oh God, it's his machine.

BATEMAN:

Elizabeth, it's three in the morning.

ELIZABETH:

He's a goddamn drug dealer! These are his peak hours.

BATEMAN:

Don't tell him you're here.

ELIZABETH:

Why would I?

Bateman has poured her another glass of wine. She downs the whole glass, making a face.

ELIZABETH:

This tastes weird. (She examines the label and shrugs) Harley? It's me. I need your services. Translate that however you want. I'm at-

BATEMAN:

(Whispering) You're at Paul Allen's.

ELIZABETH:

Who?

BATEMAN:

(Whispering) Paul Allen.

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