London

Tell me when you're gonna come.

-Are you coming? You're coming?|-Yeah.

Hello.

Hey, bro, what's up?

l'm crashed out.

What are you doing?

What party?|What are you talking about?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Where?

F***!

F***!

The number you have reached has|been disconnected. If you feel you--

No f***ing way!

Where's the phone? Payphone.

Straight to the back,|past the bathrooms, on the left.

Hey, Mallory.

Oh, hey, Syd, what's up?

You gonna go|to Becca's thing tonight?

Yeah, you know, l was gonna go|and say goodbye.

Why, you going?

Yeah, l think so.|Thinking about it. Yeah.

So you still talk to London?

Yeah, you know,|here and there. Why?

Oh, you know, l was just a little|surprised to hear she was moving.

Did she get a place out there?|ls she staying with somebody?

She didn't tell you where|she was staying? Come on, Mal.

l mean, she said something|about moving in with her boyfriend...

...or something, but, l mean,|that's pretty much all l know.

-Can l get you a drink?|-Yeah.

Can l have a vodka? A large one.

Naked, please.

Excuse me. One second here.

Here you go.

Thanks. Hey, look, l didn't--|l didn't mean to be rude.

lt's okay.

-Hey, Syd, l gotta go cash out, so....|-Yeah.

-See you tonight.|-Yeah.

Listen, l'm gonna get a bit of sniff,|so if you want some, just let me know.

-Oh, really?|-Yeah.

How much is it?

Oh, no, don't worry. Just find me.

Don't tell London.|You know she hates that sh*t.

Yeah, like l'm gonna say something.

-All right, well, see you later.|-Yeah, l'll see you.

Your name wouldn't happen|to be Bateman, would it?

-Unfortunately, yes.|-Hey. Syd.

Nice to meet you.|Thank you for coming down.

l know you don't deliver this far down.|l just had a shitty day.

l have to clear my head out.

No worries, mate.

So where do you wanna do this?

We don't want to go in the bathroom.|lt's horrendous in there.

l drove. You wanna use my car?

Your car? Why not?

So how is this sh*t? lt's pretty good?

Can't say l've sampled|any of this batch...

...but considering the source,|l imagine it to be pretty clean, yeah.

So is this like a full-time gig for you?|A full-time job?

No, mate, l'm a banker.

Foreign exchange dealer.|Currency trader.

-Currency trader?|-Euros, pounds, arbitrage, yeah.

Okay, so you're not a dealer.

Mate, l ain't a f***ing dealer.

Strictly a buyer.

l was uptown, you were on my way.|lt's just a favor.

Gotcha. Well, whatever it is,|l really appreciate it, man.

Here we go.

So a currency trader, huh?

How's the money in that, good?

Not if you get stuck on this sh*t, no.

Yeah, l know.|God, what a stupid f***ing drug.

l don't know what you're doing after|this, if you got plans or anything...

...but a friend is having a party two|blocks from here, if you're interested.

No, thanks, mate,|but l've had a sh*t day, believe me.

l just figured, you know,|you came down this whole way.

lt'll probably be pretty good.

What kind of party is it, exactly?

Actually, it's a....

lt's a going-away party for this girl,|for my ex-chick.

But it'll be good, you know,|free booze, free food, hot chicks.

l really shouldn't. Thanks anyway.|l appreciate the offer.

F*** it, Syd. l'm gonna go.|Take it easy.

Why are you gonna go?|Don't go. You just got here.

You walked all the way down here.|Why leave?

Because l've had a horrendous day.

l've decided not to go because l don't|want to meet a loft full of strangers.

-You enjoy yourself.|-Come in for five minutes.

-Get a drink.|-No, man. You go, f*** it.

What do you got|that's better than this?

Girls, free booze, do a line.

l've just come out of the most|psychotic therapy session...

...l've had in f***ing years.|Almost smacked some c*nt for a taxi.

l really don't know|if l'm ready for this sh*t.

Just come in for five minutes.|You don't like it, you can leave.

One f***ing drink, bro.

Mallory will be here.

One drink?

One f***ing drink.

-How you doing, man?|-Evening.

-What is it, 501 1 ?|-Yes.

Thanks, man.

-Hey, Maya.|-Hi, Syd.

-How you doing?|-Good.

-lt's been a while.|-Yeah. How you doing?

l'm good.|Bateman, this is Maya. Sorry.

-Maya, Bateman.|-Nice to meet you.

How you been?|What you been up to?

ln hell, man. l f***ed up on the SATs,|l gotta retake them.

-That's it, you know?|-Right.

Just wanna kill myself. Yeah.

Well, you know, if you want to get out|of SAT mode, l picked up a lot of:

-You know, so....|-Are you dealing now?

Yes, l'm dealing. No, l'm not dealing.|l got more than l need, so if you're....

-All right, man, thanks.|-Just come find me.

-l might take you up on that.|-Did anybody--?

Coming.

-Hello.|-Hello.

-Hey, baby.|-How are you?

-l'm good. Hey, Syd, how are you?|-This, my darling, is for you.

Oh, you guys, shut up. Thank you.

-You know you are the best.|-Nobody's here yet.

Grab a drink.|Make yourself at home.

Hello? Syd and London.

-Don't disrespect them in public.|-ln public.

Let's go upstairs.

Why? Who's upstairs?

Very bad. Catch me.

You're crazy.

What is this?

lt's for you.

-For me? For me?|-For you.

Oh, my God, Syd, l love it.

Thank you.

l love you.

l love you.

Come on, ''l love you too, London,''|you f***er.

You can say it.|l'm not gonna tell anybody.

-London, don't.|-What? What am l doing?

-This.|-What am l doing wrong?

Whatever this is, this obsession|to put a verbal label on everything.

-lt's not about words.|-No, it is about words.

Because if we didn't have words,|we'd be living in caves...

-...and still talking with our hands.|-Stop.

We haven't even|come close to a fight.

lf we can avoid that first fight,|by theory we'll never fight.

Okay? Please.

lt's been so perfect till now.|Don't do this.

lt's been perfect for you. For you.

London.

Coming.

Wait a minute,|someone's at the door.

-Hello.|-Hi.

Wow, you look beautiful.

You look hot.|Nice hat, nice boots.

Thanks.

-Hey.|-Hey, Becca.

-Rebecca.|-Bateman. Friend of Syd's.

-Nice to meet you.|-Nobody's here yet, guys.

So just come on in|and make yourself at home.

Okay, so you're not gonna believe|who's just f***ing shown up.

Great party, mate.

Oh, it'll be better. lt'll be better.|Trust me. l promise you.

Okay, l've gotta go.

Please tell me|you did not bring Syd here.

Oh, my God, l just rode up|in the elevator with him.

-Why? He's not invited?|-He's so not invited.

He's f***ing touching|my Buddha's head.

Hey, London, it's me.

Give me a call as soon|as you get this, okay? Okay, bye.

F*** it.

Hey, Syd. Do us a favor, yeah?|Don't touch the Buddha.

Okay?

He's a f***ing cocksucker.

Where did you get your hat?

lt's so cute on you.

He's f***ed.

To show up at someone's party.|He isn't even f***ing invited.

Did they just go upstairs?

Right. Nice. Nice of them to ask.

Wait, l'm confused, did you say|you do believe in God or you don't?

''God'' might not be|the appropriate word for it, actually.

lt's more of an epiphany.

Epiphany?|What was your epiphany?

Well, for me, an epiphany|is when you really see the universe...

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