American Psycho II: All American Girl Page #4

Sure.

Sure, Rachael.

-How are things with you?

-They couldn't be better.

Really?

Any word on that TA job yet?

He won't announce

it until before Spring Break.

When does that start for you guys?

-End of the week.

-Really?

-Two days?

-Yeah.

-And how do you feel about that?

-Pretty confident.

-You think you will get the job?

-I don't think. I know.

Okay, Rachael.

Worst case scenario:

you don't get the job. What then?

What are you talking about,

Dr. Daniels?

It's mine.

You want me to come up with some

idea of what's wrong with me,

but I will be honest. I came here

to tell you I am not coming

back next week.

Don't worry, I have every

intention to pay for your time.

However, I feel the problem

we have connecting lies mostly with you.

Look, this is a small town.

My guess is you know almost everyone here.

You were born here, right?

It must be so disappointing to

see all these college kids

come in and out of your town

every year,

moving on to bigger and

better opportunities,

while you stay here, year after year,

getting older and older.

And all while taking care of

your dear old mom.

And on top of this, you're divorced?

God! The female population

in this town,

aside from the sexy little college

girls running around,

must be pretty weak.

This alone would cripple any man.

Your level of frustration must

be through the roof.

A dead-end job with no love life,

all while taking care of your sick mom.

Just the other day,

I noticed you were judging me.

Is that fair? I mean really, is that?

I don't think so.

Your life is very similar to Ed Gein's.

Ed Gein?

Yes, Ed Gein. Very famous serial killer.

A bachelor, raised by his

domineering mother,

until she died when he was

roughly your age.

God, he went nuts! He couldn't

handle the loss.

What would you do without your mother?

Okay Rachael, that's enough.

You don't know me,

and I don't know you.

We were getting to know each other.

These sessions are a process.

So don't go jumping to conclusions.

No. I am not jumping to any

conclusions here.

If you just open up your eyes,

you'd see I am already there.

Have a good day, Doctor.

Let's talk about

Ted Bundy for a minute, shall we?

What kind of a killer was he?

How was he perceived?

Mr. Lawson wishes to participate.

Please, let's hear it.

He was perceived

as a very organized killer.

-Very calculated.

-Hmphf!

You don't agree, Miss Newman?

Yes and no.

Come on, this guy planned each

and every detail in advance.

He chose his victims with extreme accuracy,

stalked them meticulously,

and waited for the precise moment to attack.

All while maintaining an air of patience

not even the FBI's greatest could penetrate.

-No offense, sir.

-None taken.

-But I still don't agree.

-And he picked all his dumping sites

with the outmost caution.

He was unquestionably an organized killer.

-Premeditated, with a capital "P."

-Capital "P"?

It's a letter in the alphabet.

Between "O" and "Q."

You have something to say, Miss Newman?

He started out organized,

but spiraled down late

in his so-called career.

He began to keep bodies for days,

washing their hair

and even applying makeup before

disposing of them.

And he littered the dumping sites

with evidence, using the outmost caution.

However, his last victim,

and his youngest girl ever,

fell out of his typical victim selection.

She was chosen out of sheer availability.

The sheer need to kill.

He was both,

an organized killer

and off-the-charts lunatic.

With a capital "L."

You're right. He was both.

Very impressive, Miss Newman.

Now, Professor Starkman,

how would you classify a killer

whose downward spiral was

actually calculated into their grand scheme?

That's a very interesting hypothesis,

Miss Newman.

Unfortunately, in this class,

we stick to the facts.

And there's no known

case-study of that nature.

Keith's little display of brainpower

was totally unacceptable.

It's a day before Starkman

announces his new TA.

This could be catastrophic.

I wasn't about to watch years of

hard work go down the drain.

It was time to pick Keith's brain.

You know that feeling you get

when you realize that there are

people out there just like you?

It almost makes you feel normal.

All this time,

I thought he was taking notes.

But no. Look at his work, his sketches.

They're absolutely brilliant.

This may be a waste of a rare mind.

But, a girl's got to do what

a girl's got to do.

Hi, Professor Starkman.

-Hey!

-Miss Brown.

-How are you?

-Good.

So, the big day's tomorrow, right?

-What do you mean?

-For the TA position.

-You're announcing it tomorrow?

-Yes, of course.

-At noon, in my classroom.

-I can't wait.

My chances are much better this

year than they were last.

I would think so. It's a very

tight race this year.

Mmm-hmm.

Were you looking for Cassandra?

She wasn't in class.

She probably left for Spring Break.

-Well, actually, the--

-It's Cassandra, isn't it?

She got the position.

Good for her, but--

I can't say I am not disappointed,

but "what doesn't kill

you makes you stronger."

I will see you.

It's Cassandra.

I can't get to the phone,

so leave a quickie and

I will get back to you.

-Hello?

-Eric, for God's sakes!

She's dead!

-Who is?

-She is!

The "she" whose name we agreed

not to say aloud.

My patient? Dead? How?

She hung herself.

You didn't say she was suicidal.

She had suicidal tendencies,

but I was more concerned

for the sociopathic

and homicidal patterns that were emerging.

Spare me your psychobabble bullshit.

This girl...

she may have been a little forward,

but she wasn't crazy!

I am sorry,

but you didn't see what I saw.

-She was not a pretty picture.

-Listen, Eric,

I spent a lot of time with her,

and I have to say I don't

agree on this one.

There are tons of kids

in your classes.

How could you know her

as well as you think you did?

We're bound by the guidelines

of doctor-patient privilege, right?

You didn't, Bob?

You weren't sleeping with her?

No wonder she was obsessing over you.

-How could you do this to Diane?

-None of your business.

Fine. Why did you call me, then?

Because you're my f***ing shrink!

I am sorry.

I just needed someone to talk to.

I loved her.

Can you get me some Valium?

Yeah. I will call it in to the pharmacy.

Can I give you some advice?

Hello?

So, here we are. The big day.

In moments,

I will be crowned Starkman's new TA,

and be one step closer to the FBI.

Too bad Brian, Cassie and Keith

couldn't be here to watch me.

But wherever they are,

I am sure they will realize they

didn't give up their lives in vain.

I will make them proud.

Guys, can I have your attention, please?

Professor Starkman told me to tell you

that unfortunately he's decided

that his sabbatical,

which was scheduled for next year,

is now effective immediately.

In other words, there will be no

TA position for next semester.

Sorry.

Have a great Spring Break.

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