ALLEN (to Bateman): Hello, Halberstam. Nice tie. How the hell are you?

BATEMAN (V.O.): Allen has mistaken me for this d*ckhead 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. I got an eight-thirty res 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.