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Did you talk to the police in East Proctor? Did the cops go to The Slaughtered Lamb? | I really don't know. |
I really don't know. | Then why the hell are you so quick to disbelieve me? You yourself said it must have taken incredible strength to tear apart a person like that. |
Then why the hell are you so quick to disbelieve me? You yourself said it must have taken incredible strength to tear apart a person like that. | David, please. The police are satisfied. I'm certain that if a monster were out roaming northern England we'd have seen it on the telly. |
David, please. The police are satisfied. I'm certain that if a monster were out roaming northern England we'd have seen it on the telly. | You really think I'm crazy, don't you? |
You really think I'm crazy, don't you? | Believe me. The Hound of the Baskervilles was an invention of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's. And if you'd read the bloody book, you'd find that Holmes discovered your house of hell a fraud, a fake. |
What the hell was that all about? | I don't know. Let's see if there's an inn or something up the road. |
I don't know. Let's see if there's an inn or something up the road. | Beware the moon? |
Beware the moon? | Come on, I'm freezing. |
Oh shit. What is that? | A sheep dog or something. Turn slowly and let's walk away. |
You're not real. | Don't be an asshole, David. Come here. |
What's keeping you? | Oh, Charlie again. |
Oh, Charlie again. | Say Matt, you haven't done anything about what you saw today, have you? |
Say Matt, you haven't done anything about what you saw today, have you? | Who? Cluett? No, not yet. But I'd like to take a crack at that stiff- necked, horse dollar.[6] |
Who? Cluett? No, not yet. But I'd like to take a crack at that stiff- necked, horse dollar.[6] | Oh now, don't be silly. |
Oh now, don't be silly. | Can you imagine that guy? He was kissing her. |
Can you imagine that guy? He was kissing her. | Now you've got me worried, dear. Promise me you won't butt in. |
Now you've got me worried, dear. Promise me you won't butt in. | Okay, honey - but just the same I'd like to take a crack at that聴 |
That's what the newspapers say. Weren't for Jesse James, this gang wouldn't be able to find a goat's ass with a stick. | What? |
Home. We go home. We ride like hell to get there, and we kill anything or anyone that comes between us and our homes. And when we get there we stay there and God help any fool who tries to get me to leave my farm again. | Best damn plan I heard all war. |
You shut up now, boy. | No, really. You're wife said she needed some help, seeing as you were so fat you couldn't find your -- |
Because we were good at it? Hell, we were great at it. Jesse, don't tell anyone I said this, because everybody knows I'm the toughest man in this town, but you are one terrifying sonofabitch with those guns. | Yeah. |
You 'um big lawman? | Yeah, Injun. What do you want? |
Yeah, Injun. What do you want? | Great Chief of St. Louis send me. |
Great Chief of St. Louis send me. | The District Marshall |
Where the hell were you? | I had you covered. From back there. |
I had you covered. From back there. | Shit. |
Hello, Liberty Missoura! | All this time in the saddle... We get to the farm, I'm going to shoot this damn horse just on principle. |
"Big and older"? | You can shut up now. |
You can shut up now. | You are a charmer. |
You are a charmer. | I swear I'll shoot you in your sleep. |
I swear I'll shoot you in your sleep. | Next time try "fat and haggard." |
Shoulda learned with Web. Made it look fun, made it look like an adventure. Got Web killed. Now Jim. | Jim was old enough... |
Jim was old enough... | He was a boy riding with the most famous outlaws in the West. How was he supposed to say no to that? |
He was a boy riding with the most famous outlaws in the West. How was he supposed to say no to that? | Railroad burned him out too. You couldn't have stopped him. |
Railroad burned him out too. You couldn't have stopped him. | You're a piss-poor liar for the smartest man I know. |
You're a piss-poor liar for the smartest man I know. | Yeah. |
Yeah. | A war against the railroad. What the hell were we thinking? |
A war against the railroad. What the hell were we thinking? | I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time. |
Allow a man his version of the past. When you get to be my age, you've got enough painful memories, you're allowed to soften a few of the edges up. | Sounds like he was a hell of a man. |
Sounds like he was a hell of a man. | That he was. |
That he was. | They're making him a hero now. |
They're making him a hero now. | Saved a lot of folk from the railroad. |
Saved a lot of folk from the railroad. | But he killed a lot of men, too. |
But he killed a lot of men, too. | Can't argue that. |
Can't argue that. | So what was he? |
So what was he? | I think... he was just a real interestin' fella to have around. |
Ma, I'm glad to see you being nice to our Injun friend. | He's a good Christian and he killed Yankees. Jesus told me that made him an all right boy. |
You get arrested again, I'll kill you. | Yes ma'am. |
Yes ma'am. | I can't believe I had to blow up a train for you. |
I can't believe I had to blow up a train for you. | You are a hell of a woman. |
You are a hell of a woman. | Don't swear. |
Don't swear. | Yes ma'am. |
Oh. That's nice to know. We're going to hang you, you know. | I figured. |
I figured. | Was it worth it? |
Was it worth it? | Should have just killed Thaddeus Rains and been done with it. |
Should have just killed Thaddeus Rains and been done with it. | That's what I would have done. |
That's what I would have done. | I'm not hanged yet. |
I'm not hanged yet. | You cocky little bastard. |
You cocky little bastard. | Ahh, you'll miss me. |
Ahh, you'll miss me. | No, I'll hang you. But I may miss you just a bit. |
What about that Rock Island bastard? | It's his money. He's putting up the payroll out of his own fortune. You do want to hurt Thaddeus Rains, don't you Jesse? |
My professional opinion is that you have managed to piss off the wrong bunch of farm boys this time. | They had to be dealt with! |
They had to be dealt with! | By burning down their homes? |
It's early in the game yet, Mr. Rains. Jesse James and I are just learning how each other moves, feeling out each other's patterns. | I'm losing millions of dollars and months of time while you play chess with these farmers! |
I'm losing millions of dollars and months of time while you play chess with these farmers! | Hardly farmers. I've done some checking. All these were in the War. These men know sabotage, tactics, and have four years of bloody fighting experience behind them. They are disciplined, well-trained and have a charismatic leader. If I were to design the perfect outlaw band, this gang is what I would create. |
Hardly farmers. I've done some checking. All these were in the War. These men know sabotage, tactics, and have four years of bloody fighting experience behind them. They are disciplined, well-trained and have a charismatic leader. If I were to design the perfect outlaw band, this gang is what I would create. | So you can't tell me anything? |
So you can't tell me anything? | It's going to be a long winter. |
What the hell is that sound? | Vengeance. |
No, you idiot. I said "Is it a receptacle tip?" Not, is Luis a despicable twit. Is it a receptacle tip? Get off me. | Is it a what? |
Is it a what? | Pull out. |
Pull out. | I'm ignoring you. |
I'm ignoring you. | Pull out, goddamnit! |
Pull out, goddamnit! | What do you want, Courtney? |
See? Happy? You dumb bitch? Are you happy, you dumb bitch? | Oh God, just get it over with. |
You'll notice that my friends and I all look and behave in a remarkably similar fashion, but there are subtle differences between us. McDermott is the biggest asshole. Van Patten is the yes man. Price is the most wired. I'm the best looking. We all have light tans. Right now I'm in a bad mood because this is not a good table, and Van Patten keeps asking dumb, obvious questions about how to dress . | What are the rules for a sweater vest? |
Listen, what about dinner? | Is that all you ever have to contribute, Van Patten? "What about fucking dinner?" |
Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must... | Wait. Stop. You don't seem to understand. You're not really comprehending any of this. I killed him. I did it, Carnes. I'm Patrick Bateman. I chopped Owen's fucking head off. I tortured dozens of girls. The whole message I left on your machine was true. |
Wait. Stop. You don't seem to understand. You're not really comprehending any of this. I killed him. I did it, Carnes. I'm Patrick Bateman. I chopped Owen's fucking head off. I tortured dozens of girls. The whole message I left on your machine was true. | Excuse me. I really must he going. |
Excuse me. I really must he going. | No! Listen, don't you know who I am? I'm not Davis, I'm Patrick Bateman! I talk to you on the phone all the time! Don't you recognize me? You're my lawyer. |
There's this theory out now that if you can catch the AIDS virus through having sex with someone who is infected, then you can also catch anything-Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy, hemophilia, leukemia, diabetes, dyslexia, for Christ's sake-you can get dyslexia from pussy- | I'm not sure, guy, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus. |
I'm not sure, guy, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus. | Oh, who knows? They don't know that. Prove it. |
It's definitely weak but I have a feeling if we do enough of it we'll be okay. | I want to get high off this; Bateman, not sprinkle it on my fucking All-Bran. |
Don't, I'll drink it. | Listen to me, Patrick. I'm leaving. |
Listen to me, Patrick. I'm leaving. | Where to? Are you going to go get a gram? |
Where to? Are you going to go get a gram? | I'm leaving! I...am...leaving! |
I'm leaving! I...am...leaving! | Don't tell me...merchant banking? |
Don't tell me...merchant banking? | No, you dumb son of a bitch. I'm serious. I'm disappearing. |
No, you dumb son of a bitch. I'm serious. I'm disappearing. | Where to? Morgan Stanley? Rehab? What? |
And Bateman, what are YOU SO fucking zany about? | I'm just a happy camper. Rockin' and a-rollin'. VAN PATTEN Rehab's done wonders for you, pal. Working for UNICEF now? |
Patrick Bateman's office. | Jean? Hello? Jean? |
Jean? Hello? Jean? | Patrick? Is that you? |
Patrick? Is that you? | Hello? Jean, I need help! |
Hello? Jean, I need help! | Where are you? |
Where are you? | Jean-I'm not- |
Jean-I'm not- | Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you and David Van Patten and Tim Price at Harry's for drinks. |
Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you and David Van Patten and Tim Price at Harry's for drinks. | Oh God, what did you say, you dumb bitch? |
Oh God, what did you say, you dumb bitch? | Patrick? I can't hear you. |
Patrick? I can't hear you. | What are I doing? |
What are I doing? | Where are you? Patrick, what's wrong? |
Where are you? Patrick, what's wrong? | I don't think I'm gonna make it, Jean. |