Tell me when you're gonna come.
-Are you coming? You're coming?|-Yeah.
Hey, bro, what's up?
l'm crashed out.
What are you doing?
What party?|What are you talking about?
No fucking way!
Where's the phone? Payphone.
Straight to the back,|past the bathrooms, on the left.
Oh, hey, Syd, what's up?
Yeah, you know, l was gonna go|and say goodbye.
Why, you going?
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.
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.
Excuse me. One second here.
Here you go.
Thanks. Hey, look, l didn't--|l didn't mean to be rude.
-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.
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 have to clear my head out.
No worries, mate.
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...
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.
Here we go.
So a currency trader, huh?
How's the money in that, good?
Not if you get stuck on this shit, no.
No, thanks, mate,|but l've had a shit day, believe me.
l just figured, you know,|you came down this whole way.
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.
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.
-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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