Nell?
The wind dies, the banging stops. Nell seems to hear Jane
and peers over at her, then across the room to Janes bored
husband, LOU. Hes turning a Franklin Mint commemorative
coin set in his hands, studying it.
LOU
Youre still going to have to settle with
your mothers landlord on the back rent.
Nell watches Janes little boy, RICHIE. Unpacified by the
cartoons on the TV, he plows a plastic tan
little something for the purse.
Give her the 50.
Stoli on the rocks.
These arent good anymore. Its a cash bar.
Thatll be $25.
Youre a fucking ugly bitch.
I wanna stab you to death...
and play around with your blood.
What can I get for you two ?
I live in the American Gardens building...
on West 81st Street on the 11th floor.
My name is Patrick Bateman.
Im 27 years old.
I believe in t
little girl?
A drum set.
Oh, the old man will love that.
Okay. Fine. See you later.
I saw you at another mall.
Well, Im very happy for you.
Youre not really Santa.
If you were Santa, you could do magic.
You want to see some magic?
Here. Lets watch you disappear.
Watch the bladder, kid. Santas got to pee.
-What do you want? -A new bike.
Wow. Thats a new one. Excellent.
Attention, shoppers.
The sto
nelly.
Wed be as well to sell off a thing
or two now that the old mans gone.
ls that any way to keen
over the death of our father?
Miserys a personal matter, Joseph.
We dont need any instruction.
Thanks.
Sure, hes left us
with a huge debt of rent on the land.
Well begin to settle our debt
when we harvest the land.
Grow the potatoes and pick them
yourself, Joseph, you ambitious boy!
- You son of a
little argument.
- No more fighting. No more!
- All right.
- Back in your huts.
- Yes, sir.
You, too!
Get away! Get back in your huts!
Go on!
Hey, Hilts. Looks like theres only
one other American in the whole camp.
Some guy named Hendley
in the RAF Eagle squadron.
Hey, you got something goin already?
See the way the goons
got those towers placed?
- Theres a blind spot through the middle.
- A blin