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Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed.
Patrick don't call me pumpkin anymore, okay? I have to go.
Courtney? Dinner?
I can't.
I'm thinking Dorsia.
Dorsia's nice.
Nice?
You like it there, don't you?
The question is do you like it, Courtney? And will you blow off a fucking phone call from your sad excuse for a boyfriend to eat there tonight.
Okay. Yeah. What time?
Eight?
Pick me up?
Sounds like I'll have to. Don't fall asleep, okay? Wear something fabulous. Dorsia, remember?
A facial at Elizabeth Arden, which was really relaxing, then to the Pottery Bam where I bought this silver muffin dish.
Is that Donald Trump's car?
Oh God, Patrick. Shut up.
You know, Courtney, you should take some more lithium. Or have a Diet Coke. Some caffeine might get you out of this slump.
I just want to have a child. Just...two... perfect...children...
J&B. Straight.
Champagne on the rocks. Ohcould I have that with a twist? She starts to sink back in her chair and Bateman leans over and pulls her back up.
Are we here?
Yes.
This is Dorsia?
Yes, dear.
Courtney, you're going to have the peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash. New York magazine called it a 'playful but mysterious little dish." You'll love it. And then...the red snapper with violets and pine nuts. I think that'll follow nicely.
Mmmm...thanks, Patrick.
Luis is a despicable twit.
Yes, Luis is a despicable twit. I hate him.
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?
Pull out.
I'm ignoring you.
Pull out, goddamnit!
What do you want, Courtney?
It's a plain end. I think.
Turn the light on.
Oh Jesus. I'm going home.
Patrick. Turn on the Light. He turns on the light.
It's a plain end, see? So?
Take it off.
Why?
Because you have to leave half an inch at the tip to catch the force of the ejaculate! BATEMAN I'm getting out of here. Where's your lithium?
Oh Christ, this really isn't worth it. And see, Courtney, it's there for what? Huh? Tell us. Why is it pulled down half an inch? So it can catch the force of the ejaculate!
Well, it's not a turnon for me. I have a promotion coming to me. I don't want to get AIDS.
See? Happy? You dumb bitch? Are you happy, you dumb bitch?
Oh God, just get it over with.
Will you call me before Thanksgiving?
Maybe.
What are you doing tonight?
Dinner at the River Cafe. Au Bar afterwards, maybe.
That's nice.
You and...Luis?
We were supposed to have dinner at Tad and Maura's, butyou know how Luis is...
I never knew you smoked.
You never noticed.
Listen...Patrick. Can we talk?
You look marvelous. There's nothing to say. You're going to marry Luis. Next week, no Less.
Isn't that special? Patrick?
Yes, Courtney?
Patrick?
Yes?
Nothing.
Look at this, Pinkerton! They got the payroll, and this damage will set construction back two months at least.
Not to mention my men who lost their lives.
You wouldn't have done that?
Oh no, I would have done that. But I would have made sure I killed them, too.
I want them arrested and hanged!
Would a jury around here convict their own? I think not. We're beginning an interesting game here, Mr. Rains.
This is no game.
I'm afraid our adversaries don't agree.
"A Rock Island and Pacific Railroad depot was robbed two nights ago just outside St. Louis, Missouri. The brave and daring JamesYounger Gang was heavily outnumbered by Pinkerton detectives, but the city lawmen were no match for the guns of the West."
It is a nice piece of writing.
"The gang made off with thirtyfive thousand dollars and also destroyed the Thaxton Switch construction, meaning that for a few months honest farmers will be able to sleep without fearing the railroad is coming to steal their land!" Who wrote this!? I'll see him hanged every Tuesday for a month!
Oh, that's the best part.
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!
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, welltrained 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?
It's going to be a long winter.
Pinkerton. It's been eight months. I see robberies. I see hold ups. But I do not see men on the end of nooses.
All of the James Gang's encounters have been with local law enforcement who, quite frankly, are no match for this group's cunning.
First of all: you, shut up. Now, you've given me a thousand miles of railroad to cover. Every time the James Gang strikes, we shift a hundred detectives to that area. But there's just too much open land, too many riverbeds to ride, caves to hide in. This gang operates across four states, often riding a hundred miles between jobs.
I can't believe this.
And there are some towns in Missouri where James and his men can walk openly, as heroes.
Yes, that's the way to win the locals back to our side.
I demand action.
No, you demand results. They are not the same thing. And if you want results, you will let me do my job as I see fit. Unless of course, You want this fool to saddle up and take another run at it?
Can't you tell me anything?
It's going to be a long spring.
So he's won.
No.
Every three months, the James Gang circles back to the vicinity of Liberty, Missouri. They always pull a job right before they return, probably to have extra money to give family and friends.
In English, Pinkerton.
There are only four banks within that travel radius which they have not robbed.
Can you put men at all four?
No need. I have another tool at my disposal which will narrow it down to one bank.
What is that?
Why, their intense hatred of you, of course.
What the hell is that sound?
Vengeance.

Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed.

Patrick don't call me pumpkin anymore, okay? I have to go.

Courtney? Dinner?

I can't.

I'm thinking Dorsia.

Dorsia's nice.

Nice?

You like it there, don't you?

The question is do you like it, Courtney? And will you blow off a fucking phone call from your sad excuse for a boyfriend to eat there tonight.

Okay. Yeah. What time?

Eight?

Pick me up?

Sounds like I'll have to. Don't fall asleep, okay? Wear something fabulous. Dorsia, remember?

A facial at Elizabeth Arden, which was really relaxing, then to the Pottery Bam where I bought this silver muffin dish.

Is that Donald Trump's car?

Oh God, Patrick. Shut up.

You know, Courtney, you should take some more lithium. Or have a Diet Coke. Some caffeine might get you out of this slump.

I just want to have a child. Just...two... perfect...children...

J&B. Straight.

Champagne on the rocks. Ohcould I have that with a twist? She starts to sink back in her chair and Bateman leans over and pulls her back up.

Are we here?

Yes.

This is Dorsia?

Yes, dear.

Courtney, you're going to have the peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash. New York magazine called it a 'playful but mysterious little dish." You'll love it. And then...the red snapper with violets and pine nuts. I think that'll follow nicely.

Mmmm...thanks, Patrick.

Luis is a despicable twit.

Yes, Luis is a despicable twit. I hate him.

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?

Pull out.

I'm ignoring you.

Pull out, goddamnit!

What do you want, Courtney?

It's a plain end. I think.

Turn the light on.

Oh Jesus. I'm going home.

Patrick. Turn on the Light. He turns on the light.

It's a plain end, see? So?

Take it off.

Why?

Because you have to leave half an inch at the tip to catch the force of the ejaculate! BATEMAN I'm getting out of here. Where's your lithium?

Oh Christ, this really isn't worth it. And see, Courtney, it's there for what? Huh? Tell us. Why is it pulled down half an inch? So it can catch the force of the ejaculate!

Well, it's not a turnon for me. I have a promotion coming to me. I don't want to get AIDS.

See? Happy? You dumb bitch? Are you happy, you dumb bitch?

Oh God, just get it over with.

Will you call me before Thanksgiving?

Maybe.

What are you doing tonight?

Dinner at the River Cafe. Au Bar afterwards, maybe.

That's nice.

You and...Luis?

We were supposed to have dinner at Tad and Maura's, butyou know how Luis is...

I never knew you smoked.

You never noticed.

Listen...Patrick. Can we talk?

You look marvelous. There's nothing to say. You're going to marry Luis. Next week, no Less.

Isn't that special? Patrick?

Yes, Courtney?

Patrick?

Yes?

Nothing.

Look at this, Pinkerton! They got the payroll, and this damage will set construction back two months at least.

Not to mention my men who lost their lives.

You wouldn't have done that?

Oh no, I would have done that. But I would have made sure I killed them, too.

I want them arrested and hanged!

Would a jury around here convict their own? I think not. We're beginning an interesting game here, Mr. Rains.

This is no game.

I'm afraid our adversaries don't agree.

"A Rock Island and Pacific Railroad depot was robbed two nights ago just outside St. Louis, Missouri. The brave and daring JamesYounger Gang was heavily outnumbered by Pinkerton detectives, but the city lawmen were no match for the guns of the West."

It is a nice piece of writing.

"The gang made off with thirtyfive thousand dollars and also destroyed the Thaxton Switch construction, meaning that for a few months honest farmers will be able to sleep without fearing the railroad is coming to steal their land!" Who wrote this!? I'll see him hanged every Tuesday for a month!

Oh, that's the best part.

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!

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, welltrained 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?

It's going to be a long winter.

Pinkerton. It's been eight months. I see robberies. I see hold ups. But I do not see men on the end of nooses.

All of the James Gang's encounters have been with local law enforcement who, quite frankly, are no match for this group's cunning.

First of all: you, shut up. Now, you've given me a thousand miles of railroad to cover. Every time the James Gang strikes, we shift a hundred detectives to that area. But there's just too much open land, too many riverbeds to ride, caves to hide in. This gang operates across four states, often riding a hundred miles between jobs.

I can't believe this.

And there are some towns in Missouri where James and his men can walk openly, as heroes.

Yes, that's the way to win the locals back to our side.

I demand action.

No, you demand results. They are not the same thing. And if you want results, you will let me do my job as I see fit. Unless of course, You want this fool to saddle up and take another run at it?

Can't you tell me anything?

It's going to be a long spring.

So he's won.

No.

Every three months, the James Gang circles back to the vicinity of Liberty, Missouri. They always pull a job right before they return, probably to have extra money to give family and friends.

In English, Pinkerton.

There are only four banks within that travel radius which they have not robbed.

Can you put men at all four?

No need. I have another tool at my disposal which will narrow it down to one bank.

What is that?

Why, their intense hatred of you, of course.

What the hell is that sound?

Vengeance.