Harold Carnes:
[to his party]
Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90's.
Patrick Bateman:
[walks over, laughing, patting him on the back]
Shut up, Carnes. They will not.
[Carnes halfheartedly greets him with a small nod and looks away, putting a cigarette in his mouth]
Patrick Bateman:
So, Harold, did you get my message?
Harold Carnes:
[looks back at him with sudden interest, takes cigarette out of his mouth and shakes Bateman's hand, smiling]
Jesus, yes! That was hilarious! That was you, wasn't it?
Patrick Bateman:
Yeah, naturally.
Harold Carnes:
Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That's fabulous. That's rich.
Patrick Bateman:
What exactly do you mean?
Harold Carnes:
The message you left. By the way, Davis, how's Cynthia? You're still seeing her, right?
Patrick Bateman:
W-w-wait, Harold. What do you mean?
Harold Carnes:
Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you.
[looks to the other side of the room]
Harold Carnes:
Is that Edward Towers?
[he tries to walk off but Bateman stops him, totally bewildered]
Patrick Bateman:
Wait, um...
Harold Carnes:
Davis, I'm not one to badmouth anyone. Your joke was amusing, but come on, man. You had one fatal flaw. Bateman is such a dork. Such a boring spineless lightweight.
[Bateman closes his eyes, trying to shrug it off]
Harold Carnes:
Now if you said Bryce or McDermott... Otherwise, it was amusing. Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going.
Patrick Bateman:
[again he tries to walk off but Bateman halts him]
Wait, um... stop.
[Carnes' smile diminishes, Bateman speaks softly]
Patrick Bateman:
I did it, Carnes. I killed him. *I'm* Patrick Bateman. I chopped Allen's fucking head off.
[Carnes' amusement is gone, simply stares at Bateman]
Patrick Bateman:
The whole message I left on your machine was true.
Harold Carnes:
[deadpan tone]
Excuse me. I really must be going now.
Patrick Bateman:
[Carnes tries once again to leave but Bateman pulls him back]
No, listen! Don't you know who I am? I'm not Davis. I'm Patrick Bateman.
[Carnes continues to stare, saying nothing]
Patrick Bateman:
We talked on the phone all the time. Don't you recognize me? You're my lawyer.
[leans in closer]
Patrick Bateman:
Now, Carnes, listen. Listen very, very carefully... I killed Paul Allen, and I liked it.
[Carnes looks disbelievingly at him]
Patrick Bateman:
I can't make myself any clearer.
Harold Carnes:
But that's simply not possible. And I don't find this funny anymore.
Patrick Bateman:
It never was supposed to be. Why isn't it possible?
Harold Carnes:
It's just not.
Patrick Bateman:
Why not, you stupid bastard?
Harold Carnes:
Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London, just 10 days ago.
Patrick Bateman:
No, you...
[suddenly dumbfounded]
Patrick Bateman:
... didn't.
Harold Carnes:
Now if you'll excuse me.
[Carnes finally walks away, leaving the puzzled and horrified Bateman all alone]
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