AMERICAN PSYCHO: UNFINISHED BUSINESS
"This… this can't be possible. I killed Paul Allen… I watched my axe crush his skull. I watched his blood spray onto my face. He's… He's DEAD!" Patrick pants up and down the bathroom inside the bar where he continues to explain to himself that he butchered Paul Allen. Batemans work friends and even his lawyer are too caught up in their own perfect little lives to even notice the insane killer Patrick is.
Suddenly, Luis, Patrick's co-worker who is a hideaway homosexual approaches Patrick in the bathroom. "Hey Pat, want to fool around?" Luis states flirtatiously. "Luis… GET OUT OF MY WAY, now." Patrick pleads as he splashes water on his face, paying absolutely no attention to Luis. Luis continues to talk to Patrick, pleading some sort of homosexual relationship with him, however Patrick does not hear a word Luis is saying. He is much too focused on his face which is looking a little bit swollen. "God damnit. I should have used my ice pack this morning. I just knew I should have done it. You're losing your mind Patrick. You're losing your fucking mind!" Patrick yells to himself. Luis then reaches out and slowly rubs his hand down Patrick's cheek. Patrick snaps back in to reality and grabs Luis' hand and twists it nearly to its breaking point. Instead of yelling in agony, Luis is somewhat turned on by this physical altercation. "How do you like that, Luis? Maybe you'll think next time before touching my perfect face with those filthy fucking hands of yours." Patrick exclaims as he continues to apply pressure to Luis' arm. "Oh Pat. Such a strong man you are. GO ahead. Break it. You big strong man." Luis says back to Pat.
Completely freaked out Patrick throws Luis' hand down and states: "You disgust me Luis, you are like a piece of garbage that even the garbage men don't want to pick up. Look at your suit, you look like you shop at a GoodWill, or maybe even an Army Salvation store. Let this be known, Luis, that if you ever touch me again I will bash your fucking skull in. Do you understand?"
Luis stands in wow after hearing Patrick say this. "Patrick I am sorry. I can't do dinner tonight, or any other night. I don't want anyone from the office getting the wrong idea. But, here is my address it is right across the street from the Empire State building." The little card reads 2589 South Garden Street, New York, New York. "And you won't even need to bring dinner, I'll have you for my appetizer, my main course and my dessert, if you know what I mean." Luis states winking at Patrick through the bathroom mirror as he fixes his hair. Patrick is completely caught off guard by these homesexual advances form Luis, and he is beginning to realize that Luis has not understood a single word he just said. He then storms out of the bathroom.
I understand now. I can see clearly now. These idiots. They don't realize what I am doing. They don't even know who I am. I am just a pawn in their greed filled chess game. I can continue what I have been doing. I will make them see!