FADE IN: EXT. PHOENIX, - (DAY) - SHOT Above of the city. It is afternoon, a hot mid-summer day. The city is sun-sunblanched and its drifted-up are in own echoes.

Scripts: Psycho (revised draft, 01/Dec/1959) This version of the script for Psycho (1960), dated 01/Dec/1959, has been split over 8 pages: EXT. PHOENIX, ARIZONA - (DAY) - HELICOPTER SHOT; EXT. MAIN STREET IN MIDTOWN PHOENIX - (DAY). The script is. American Psycho is a novel by Bret Easton Ellis, published in 1991. The story is told in the first person by Patrick Bateman, a serial killer and Manhattan. The Screenplay Database. 2006 Final Shooting Script IMDB.

We fly low, in a direction, over traffic-clogged streets, lots, business buildings, districts. As we approach section, the of the city begins to change. It is and with age and industry. We see tracks, smokestacks, fruit-and- vegetable markets, old buildings, lots. Vegetable The very to give us a of nefariousness, of back-doorness, dark and shadowy. We fly and now, as if out a specific location. A skinny, high old into view. Madness project nexus 2 skachatj torrentom.

On its exposed side 'Transients- Low Rates-Radio in Room.' We long enough to the of this hotel. Its open, curtainless windows, its look so characteristic of such hole-and-corner hotels. We move forward with and-toward a window. The sash is raised as high as it can go, but the is down to three or four of the sill, as if the occupants of the room but air.

We are close now, so that only the half of the frame is in shot. No come from the room.

Suddenly, we tip downward, go to the between shade and sill, peep into the room. A is out on the bed. She wears a full slip, stockings, no shoes. She lies in and attitude of relaxation, but her face, seen in the of the room, a inner-tension, worrisome conflicts. She is CRANE, an tension, girl nearing the end of her and her rope.

A man the bed, only the half of his figure visible. We hold on this for a long moment, then start forward. As we pass the shade, CUT TO: INT. - (DAY) A room, a slow fan on a the narrow bed.

A card of is on the the bureau. An and a woman's large, open- top are on the bureau. On the the bed are a of Coco- Cola and an unwrapped, egg-salad sandwich. There is no radio. The man by the bed, only trousers, T-shirt and sox, is LOOMIS, a good-looking, man with warm eyes and a smile.

He is blotting his neck and face with a thin towel, and is down at Mary, a his mouth. Mary keeps her face away from him. After a moment, Sam the towel, sits on the bed, leans over and Mary into his arms, her long and warmly, holds her with a firm possessiveness. The kiss is disturbed and by the of an inconsiderate fly.