American Psycho Page #4

Bateman walks into his bathroom, urinates while trying to

see his reflection in a poster for Les Miserables above his

toilet.

BATEMAN:

(V.0.) I believe in taking care of myself, in a

balanced diet, in 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 a thousand

now.

Bateman ties a plastic ice pack around his face.

Bateman does his morning stretching exercises in the living

room wearing the ice pack.

CUT TO:

A mirror-lined bathroom. Bateman is luxuriating in the

shower steam, scrubbing his body, admiring his muscles.

BATEMAN (V.O.)

After I remove the icepack, 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.

Bateman stands in front of a massive marble sink applying a

gel facial masque.

BATEMAN (V.O.)

Then I apply an herb mint facial masque which

I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my

routine.

Bateman opens the door of a mirrored cabinet, which is

stocked with immaculate rows of skin care products. He

begins selecting bottles jars and brushes, laying them in

readiness on the marble counter.

BATEMAN (V.O.)

I always use an after-shave lotion with little

or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes

you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye

balm, followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion...

Bateman stares into the mirror. The masque has dried,

giving his face a strange distorted look as if it has been

wrapped in plastic. He begins slowly peeling the gel masque

off his face.

BATEMAN (V.O.)

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some

kind of abstraction, hut 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 you

and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably

comparable:
I simply am not there.

INT. BATEMAN BEDROOM - MORNING

Another huge white room, equally minimal: a futon, rumpled

white sheets, a bedside lamp with a halogen bulb, and a large

expensive painting (Eric Fischl or David Salle) chosen by

Bateman's interior decorator.

Dressed in silk boxer shorts, Bateman stands in front of a

huge walk-in closet, filled with rows of expensive shirts,

shoes and designer suits, organized according to color and

tone.

BATEMAN (V.O.)

It is hard for me to make sense on any given

level. My self is fabricated, an aberration. My personality

is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is

persistent.

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