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 fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Where?

F*ck!

F*ck!

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

No fucking 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 shit.

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 shit? 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 fucking 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 shit, no.

Yeah, l know.|God, what a stupid fucking 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 shit 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*ck 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*ck it.

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

Girls, free booze, do a line.

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