You reek. You reek of...shit. Do you know that?
Goddammit, Al-look at me and stop crying like some kind of
faggot. Al...I'm sorry.
Bateman carefully puts the money back in his wallet.
It's just that...I don't know I don't have anything in common
He opens his briefcase and pulls out a long thin knife with
a serrated edge. He pushes up the sleeve of his jacket to
Do you know what a fucking loser ,you are?
HOMELESS MAN'S POV as Bateman lunges at him with the knife.
EXTREME WIDE SHOT of the street. Bateman's shadowed figure
is hunched over the Homeless Man, stabbing him in the stomach.
The dog barks wildly and Bateman stomps on it until it is
LOW ANGLE shot of Bateman as he throws a quarter on the ground.
There's a quarter. Go buy some gum.
Bateman walks calmly into the empty caverns of Wall Street.
Cars drift past, their headlights momentarily illuminating the
body left twitching on the ground.