American Psycho Page #5

Fully dressed in Armani, Bateman stands in front of a

full-length mirror in the middle of his vast bedroom,

adjusting his cuff-links.

BATEMAN (V.0.)

My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared

a long time ago, if they ever did exist.

He gives a last look at the mirror and likes what he sees.

He gives his reflection a smile.

INT. OFFICES OF PIERCE & PIERCE - DAY

As Bateman walks down the corridor, he passes another MAN who

looks just like him.

MAN:

Morning, Hamilton. Nice tan.

Bateman walks past the desk of JEAN, his secretary, pulling

his Walkman from around his neck. Jean is attractive,

wholesome, earnest. She smiles shyly. She loves him.

JEAN:

Late?

BATEMAN:

Aerobics class. Sorry. Any messages?

JEAN:

Ricky Hendricks has to cancel today. He didn't say what

he was canceling or why.

BATEMAN:

I occasionally box with Ricky at the Harvard Club.

Anyone else?

JEAN:

And...Spencer wants to meet you for a drink at Fluties Pier 17.

BATEMAN:

When?

JEAN:

After six.

BATEMAN:

Negative. Cancel it.

Jean follows him into his office.

JEAN:

Oh? And what should I say?

BATEMAN:

Just...say...no.

JEAN:

Just say no?

Jean stands at his desk, waiting for instructions.

BATEMAN:

Okay, Jean. I need reservations for three at Camols

at twelve-thirty, and if not there, try Crayons. All

right?

JEAN:

(Playfully)

Yes, sir.

She turns to leave.

BATEMAN:

Oh wait. And I need reservations for two at Arcadia at eight

tonight.

Jean turns around.

JEAN:

Oh, something. . romantic?

BATEMAN:

No, silly. Forget it. I'll make them. Thanks.

JEAN:

I'll do it.

BATEMAN:

No. No. Be a doll and just get me a Perrier, okay?

JEAN:

You look nice today.

Jean exits. Bateman straightens some magazines in his

office, lifts a painting off the wall and puts it back at a

slightly different angle. He fiddles with some pencils in a

beer stein. He puts on some MUSIC and flips through a

Sports Illustrated. He buzzes Jean. She comes in a moment

later with the Perrier and a file.

JEAN:

Yes?

BATEMAN:

Is that the Ransom file? Thanks. Don't wear that

outfit again.

JEAN:

Ummm...what? I didn't hear you.

BATEMAN:

I said "Do not wear that outfit again." Wear a

dress. A skirt or something.

Jean stands there, then looks down at herself.

JEAN:

(Smiling bravely)

You don't like this, I take it?

BATEMAN:

Come on, you're prettier than that.

JEAN:

(Sarcastically)

Thanks, Patrick.

The phone RINGS and Jean turns to leave.

BATEMAN:

I'm not here. And high heels. I like high heels.

As Jean leaves, Bateman clicks on the TV set in one corner

of the room and starts watching Jeopardy!

INT. TAXI - EVENING

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