CHICKEN JOCKEY
Walter Hartwell White
Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're reading this bio, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this profile in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.
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My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're reading this bio, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this profile in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.
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Oh my God, it even has a watermark...
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM, PIERCE & PIERCE - DAY



Bateman and Luis Carruthers are seated at a long table in

the conference room at Pierce & Pierce, which looks out onto

a spectacular view of Manhattan.



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.



OWEN

(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.)

Owen has mistaken me for this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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.



OWEN

How's the Ransom account going, Marcus?



BATEMAN

(Nervous)

It's...it's...all right.



OWEN

Really? That's interesting.

(He stares at Bateman, smiling)

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. Owen! Congratulations on the Fisher account.



OWEN

Thank you, Baxter.



PRICE

Listen, Paul. Squash?



OWEN

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 breath, 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.