Nothing can stop what is coming.
Nothing!
Are you ready to take back control of this Country?
Are you ready to finish what we started?
'Nothing can stop what is coming' is not just a catch-phrase.
Are you ready to hold the political elite [protected] accountable?
Inappropriate [sick] to you?
Normal to them?
Dark secrets.
A deep dark world is being exposed.
The truth won't be for everyone.
Have faith in Humanity.
Sometimes you can't TELL the public the truth.
YOU MUST SHOW THEM.
ONLY THEN WILL PEOPLE FIND THE WILL TO CHANGE.
Crimes against children unite all humanity [cross party lines]?
Difficult truths.
This is not going away.
Corruption at highest levels of gov.
DOJ_FBI_MSDNC 'political elite' protection struggles during BRIGHT SUNNY days.
This is not about R v D.
This is about preserving our way of life.
If America falls, the World falls.
Patriots on guard.
BY HER LOGIC SOMEONE SHOULDA DROPPED A BOMB ON PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE WHEN TRUMP WAS PRESIDENT!
CARRUTHERS: Patrick, thanks so much for looking after Courtney. Dorsia, how impressive! How on earth did you get a reservation there?
BATEMAN: Lucky, I guess.
CARRUTHERS: That's a wonderful jacket. Let me guess, Valentino Couture?
BATEMAN: Uh huh.
CARRUTHERS (Reaching out to touch it): It looks so soft.
BATEMAN (Catching Luis hand): Your compliment was sufficient Luis.
Carruthers is distracted by a question from the colleague
on his left.
Paul Owen enters, carrying the Wall St. Journal under his arm. He is handsome, supremely confident and self-satisfied; he sees himself as a leader among men.
ALLEN (to Bateman): Hello, Halberstam. Nice tie. How the hell are you?
BATEMAN: I've been great. And you?Their conversation fades down as we hear Bateman's thoughts.
BATEMAN (V.O.): Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead Marcus Halberstam. It seems logical because Marcus also works at P&P and in fact does the same exact thing I do and he also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Marcus and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut.
During this voiceover the CAMERA WANDERS over to MARCUS HALBERSTAM, who is conferring with a colleague in the opposite corner of the room. He bears a superficial resemblance to Bateman.
ALLEN: How's the Ransom account going, Marcus?
BATEMAN (nervous): It's…it's…all right.
ALLEN: Really? That's interesting.
He stares at Bateman, smiling
ALLEN: Not great?
BATEMAN: Oh well, you know.
OWEN: And how's Cecilia? She's a great girl.
BATEMAN: Oh yes. I'm very lucky.
McDermott and Price enter.
McDERMOTT: Hey. Allen! Congratulations on the Fisher account.
ALLEN: Thank you, Baxter.
BRYCE: Listen, Paul. Squash?
ALLEN: Call me.
Hands him a business card
PRICE: How about Friday?
OWEN: No can do. Got a res at eight-thirty at Dorsia. Great sea urchin ceviche.
There is a stunned silence as he walks away and sits in a corner of the room, ostentatiously studying papers.
CLOSE-UP on Bateman's face, cold with hatred.
PRICE (whispering): Jesus. Dorsia? On a Friday night? How'd he swing that?
McDERMOTT (whispering): I think he's lying.
Bateman takes out his wallet and pulls out a card.
PRICE (suddenly enthused): What's that, a gram?
BATEMAN: New card. What do you think?
McDermott lifts it up and examines the lettering carefully.
McDERMOTT: Whoa. Very nice. Take a look.
He hands it to Van Patten.
BATEMAN: Picked them up from the printers yesterday.
VAN PATTEN: Good coloring.
BATEMAN: That's bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Rail.
McDERMOTT (envious): Silian Rail?
VAN PATTEN: It is very cool, Bateman. But that's nothing.
He pulls a card out of his wallet and slaps it on the
table.]
VAN PATTEN: Look at this.
They all lean forward to inspect it.
PRICE: That's really nice.
Bateman clenches his fists beneath the table, trying to control his anxiety.
VAN PATTEN: Eggshell with Romalian type.
(Turning to Bateman)
What do you think?
BATEMAN (barely able to breathe, his voice a croak): Nice.
PRICE (holding the card up to the light): Jesus. This is really super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?
Bateman stares at his own card and then enviously at McDermott's.
BATEMAN (V.O.): I can't believe that Price prefers McDermott's card to mine.
PRICE: But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet.
He holds up his own card.
PRICE: Raised lettering, pale nimbus white…
BATEMAN (choking with anxiety): Impressive. Very nice. Let's see Paul Owen's card.
Price pulls a card from an inside coat pocket and holds it up for their inspection: "PAUL OWEN, PIERCE & PIERCE, MERGERS AND ACQUISITIONS." Bateman swallows, speechless. The sound in the room dies down and all we hear is a faint heartbeat as Bateman stares at the magnificent card.
BATEMAN (V.O.): Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark…
His hand shaking, Bateman lifts up the card and stares at it
until it fills the screen. He lets it fall. The sound returns to normal.
CARRUTHERS: Is something wrong? Patrick…you're sweating.
THE JEWS AREN'T GOING TO BLOW THEMSELVES UP!
NOTABLE!
DON'T LISTEN TO THE ASSHOLES THAT DON'T WANT YOU FENDING FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES!
NOTABLE!
PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT "EXPLOSIVES" IN THE NOTABLES!
I CAN'T SEE SHIT! SOMEONE LINK IT FOR ME?!