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Yale thing?
Yeah...Yale thing.
What do you mean...Yale thing?
So...there's nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?
He led what I suppose was an orderly life. He... ate a balanced diet.
What kind of man was he? Besides... the information you've just given.
I hope I'm not being crossexamined here.
Do you feel that way?
No. Not really.
Where did Paul hang out?
Hang...out?
Yeah. You know...hang out.
Let me think. The Newport. Harry's. Fluties. Endochine. Nell's. Comell Club. The New York Yacht Club. The regular places.
He had a yacht?
No, he just hung out there.
And where did he go to school?
Don't you know this?
I just wanted to know if you know. BATEMAN Before Yale? If I remember correctly, Saint Paul's... Listen, I just...I just want to help.
Anything else you can tell me about Owen?
We were both seven in 1969.
So was I.
Do you have any witnesses or fingerprints?
Well, there's a message on his answering machine saying he went to London.
Well, maybe he did, huh?
His girlfriend doesn't think so.
But...has anyone seen him in London?
Actually, yes.
Hmmm.
Well, I've had a hard time getting an actual verification. A Stephen Hughes says he saw him at a restaurant there, but I checked it out and what happened is, he mistook a Hubert Ainsworth for Paul, so...
Oh.
Was he involved at all , do you think, in occultism or Satan worship?
What?
I know it sounds like a lame question, but in New Jersey I know this sounds like a lame question, but last monthI don't know if you've heard about this, but a young stockbroker was recently arrested and charged with murdering a young Chicano girl and performing voodoo rituals with various body parts
Yikes! No. Paul wasn't into that. He followed a balanced diet and
Yeah, I know, and was into that whole Yale thing.
Have you consulted a psychic?
No.
Had his apartment been burglarized?
No, it actually hadn't. Toiletries were missing. A suit was gone. So was some luggage. That's it.
I mean no one's dealing with the homicide squad yet or anything, right?
No, not yet. As I said, we're not sure. But... basically no one has seen or heard anything.
That's so typical, isn't it?
It's just strange. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then...
Nothing.
People just...disappear.
The earth just opens up and swallows people.
Eerie. Really eerie.
You'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at Four Seasons in twenty minutes.
Isn't the Four Seasons a little far uptown? I mean aren't you going to be late?
Uh, no. There's one...down here.
Oh really? I didn't know that.
Listen, if anything occurs to you, any information at all...
Absolutely, I'm 100% with you.
Great, and thanks for your, uh, time, Mr. Bateman.
Detective Kendall...uh Campbell? KIMBALL Kimball. Call me Don.
Don.
So...you hang out here a lot?
Uh, yes...I mean...whenever necessary. You know.
How's the investigation going? Taken anyone in for "formal questioning?"
0h no. Informal conversations, mostly. What's that, Stoli?
Yeah. No Finlandia, as usual. Fucking dump.
Too true. You know, Batemanpeople tend to reveal so much more about themselves when they're in a relaxed setting, don't you think?
I mean they want to get caught.
Dan, great to see you again. Like I said, you need anything at all, I'm your man. I don't envy your job. I mean Owen was a...complex man.
I actually came to see Timothy Price, but he's taken a leave of absence.
Yeah, gone into rehab. Shame. Is he a suspect?
Not really.
Do you remember where you were on the night of Paul's disappearance? Which was on the twentieth of December?
God...I guess...I was probably returning videotapes.
I had a date with a girl named Veronica.
Wait. That's not what I've got.
What?
That's not the information I've received.
Well...I...Wait...What information have you received?
Let's see... That you were with
Well, I could he wrong.
Well...When was the last time you were with Paul Owen?
We had...gone to a new musical called...Oh Africa, Brave Africa. It was...a laugh riot...and that's about it. I think we had dinner at Orso's. No, Petaluma. No, Orso's. The...last time I physically saw him was...at an automated teller. I can't remember which...just one that was near, um, Nell's.
Well, thank you, Mr. Bateman.
Patrick, please. I hope I've been informative. Long daya bit scattered.
Listen, I'm a little spent for now but how about lunch in a week or so when I've sorted out all this information?
Great, yes, I'd like that.
And if you could try and pin down where you were the night of Owen's disappearance, it would make my job a lot easier.
Absolutely. I'm with you on that one.
Never. I mean...I don't really like... singers.
Not a big music fan, eh?
No, I like music. Justthey'reHuey's too... black sounding. For me.
Well, to each his own. Solunch, Thursday? I'll call your secretary about reservations.
I'll be there.
No hash browns?
Not in the mood, I guess.
But...everyone orders the hash browns here. I mean it'shave you been here before?
Yes, of course. The hash browns are delicious. I'm just...not... ordering them.
Suit yourself, I guess.
So, the night he disappeared? Any new thoughts on what you did?
I'm not really sure. I had a shower...and some sorbet?
I think maybe you've got your dates mixed up.
But how? Where do you place Paul that night?
According to his date book, and this was verified by his secretary, he had dinner with...Marcus Halberstam.
And?

Yale thing?

Yeah...Yale thing.

What do you mean...Yale thing?

So...there's nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?

He led what I suppose was an orderly life. He... ate a balanced diet.

What kind of man was he? Besides... the information you've just given.

I hope I'm not being crossexamined here.

Do you feel that way?

No. Not really.

Where did Paul hang out?

Hang...out?

Yeah. You know...hang out.

Let me think. The Newport. Harry's. Fluties. Endochine. Nell's. Comell Club. The New York Yacht Club. The regular places.

He had a yacht?

No, he just hung out there.

And where did he go to school?

Don't you know this?

I just wanted to know if you know. BATEMAN Before Yale? If I remember correctly, Saint Paul's... Listen, I just...I just want to help.

Anything else you can tell me about Owen?

We were both seven in 1969.

So was I.

Do you have any witnesses or fingerprints?

Well, there's a message on his answering machine saying he went to London.

Well, maybe he did, huh?

His girlfriend doesn't think so.

But...has anyone seen him in London?

Actually, yes.

Hmmm.

Well, I've had a hard time getting an actual verification. A Stephen Hughes says he saw him at a restaurant there, but I checked it out and what happened is, he mistook a Hubert Ainsworth for Paul, so...

Oh.

Was he involved at all , do you think, in occultism or Satan worship?

What?

I know it sounds like a lame question, but in New Jersey I know this sounds like a lame question, but last monthI don't know if you've heard about this, but a young stockbroker was recently arrested and charged with murdering a young Chicano girl and performing voodoo rituals with various body parts

Yikes! No. Paul wasn't into that. He followed a balanced diet and

Yeah, I know, and was into that whole Yale thing.

Have you consulted a psychic?

No.

Had his apartment been burglarized?

No, it actually hadn't. Toiletries were missing. A suit was gone. So was some luggage. That's it.

I mean no one's dealing with the homicide squad yet or anything, right?

No, not yet. As I said, we're not sure. But... basically no one has seen or heard anything.

That's so typical, isn't it?

It's just strange. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then...

Nothing.

People just...disappear.

The earth just opens up and swallows people.

Eerie. Really eerie.

You'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at Four Seasons in twenty minutes.

Isn't the Four Seasons a little far uptown? I mean aren't you going to be late?

Uh, no. There's one...down here.

Oh really? I didn't know that.

Listen, if anything occurs to you, any information at all...

Absolutely, I'm 100% with you.

Great, and thanks for your, uh, time, Mr. Bateman.

Detective Kendall...uh Campbell? KIMBALL Kimball. Call me Don.

Don.

So...you hang out here a lot?

Uh, yes...I mean...whenever necessary. You know.

How's the investigation going? Taken anyone in for "formal questioning?"

0h no. Informal conversations, mostly. What's that, Stoli?

Yeah. No Finlandia, as usual. Fucking dump.

Too true. You know, Batemanpeople tend to reveal so much more about themselves when they're in a relaxed setting, don't you think?

I mean they want to get caught.

Dan, great to see you again. Like I said, you need anything at all, I'm your man. I don't envy your job. I mean Owen was a...complex man.

I actually came to see Timothy Price, but he's taken a leave of absence.

Yeah, gone into rehab. Shame. Is he a suspect?

Not really.

Do you remember where you were on the night of Paul's disappearance? Which was on the twentieth of December?

God...I guess...I was probably returning videotapes.

I had a date with a girl named Veronica.

Wait. That's not what I've got.

What?

That's not the information I've received.

Well...I...Wait...What information have you received?

Let's see... That you were with

Well, I could he wrong.

Well...When was the last time you were with Paul Owen?

We had...gone to a new musical called...Oh Africa, Brave Africa. It was...a laugh riot...and that's about it. I think we had dinner at Orso's. No, Petaluma. No, Orso's. The...last time I physically saw him was...at an automated teller. I can't remember which...just one that was near, um, Nell's.

Well, thank you, Mr. Bateman.

Patrick, please. I hope I've been informative. Long daya bit scattered.

Listen, I'm a little spent for now but how about lunch in a week or so when I've sorted out all this information?

Great, yes, I'd like that.

And if you could try and pin down where you were the night of Owen's disappearance, it would make my job a lot easier.

Absolutely. I'm with you on that one.

Never. I mean...I don't really like... singers.

Not a big music fan, eh?

No, I like music. Justthey'reHuey's too... black sounding. For me.

Well, to each his own. Solunch, Thursday? I'll call your secretary about reservations.

I'll be there.

No hash browns?

Not in the mood, I guess.

But...everyone orders the hash browns here. I mean it'shave you been here before?

Yes, of course. The hash browns are delicious. I'm just...not... ordering them.

Suit yourself, I guess.

So, the night he disappeared? Any new thoughts on what you did?

I'm not really sure. I had a shower...and some sorbet?

I think maybe you've got your dates mixed up.

But how? Where do you place Paul that night?

According to his date book, and this was verified by his secretary, he had dinner with...Marcus Halberstam.

And?