Rabu, 30 Desember 2015

script drama THE GREAT GATSBY - GROUP 3



Narasi 1:
In my younger and more vulnerable years......my father gave me some advice.
"Always try to see the best in people," he would say.
As a consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments.But even I have a limit. Back then, all of us drank too much. The more in tune with the times we were...the more we drank. And none of us contributed anything new. When I came back from New York, I was disgusted. Disgusted with everyone and everything. Only one man was exempt from my disgust. Gatsby.
He was...the single most hopeful person I've ever met. And i am ever likely to meet again.
There was something...about him, a sensitivity. He was like one of those machines
that register earthquakes 10,000 miles away. I met him at a... At a party...in New York.
In the summer of 1922...the tempo of the city approached hysteria.
When I think about it, the history of the summer really began.....the night I drove over to my cousin Daisy's for dinner. She lived across the bay in old moneyed...,,.East E99. Her husband was heir to one of America's wealthiest families. His name was Tom Buchanan.
SCENE 1  : BUCHANAN RESIDENCE
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
*- Telephone, Monsieur Buchanan.
*I thought I told you not to call me here.
NICK: Boaz!
TOM: Shakespeare!
NICK: Tom!
TOM: Oh!Ha-ha-ha! How's the great American novel coming?
NICK: I'm selling bonds with Walter Chase's outfit.
TOM: Let's say after dinner, you and I, we go into town.
NICK: I can't.
TOM: Catch up with the old wolf pack.
NICK:  Big day on the job tomorrow.
TOM: Nonsense! We're going. Life is something you dominate. If you're any good.[TOM LAUGHS WHILE OPEN THE DOOR
DAISY: Is that you, my lovely?

DAISY: Do they miss me in Chicago?
NICK: Yes. Um, at least a dozen people send their love.
DAISY: How gorgeous.
NICK:They're absolutely in mourning. They're crying. Yes.
DAISY: No. I don't believe you.
NICK: Wailing.
DAISY: I don't believe you.
NICK: They're screaming. "Daisy Buchanan! we can't live without you!"
DAISY: I'm paralyzed with happiness.
NICK: Whoa! Whoa! Oh!
DAISY: Jordan Baker....a very famous golfer.
NICK: Oh. Well, I've seen your face on the cover of Sporting Life. Nick Carraway.
JORDAN: I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.
DAISY: This summer I'll fling you two together. I'll push you into linen closets and out to sea in boats!
JORDAN: I'm not listening to a word.
TOM: So, Nick...Daisy tells me that you're over in West Egg..throwing your lot in....with those social-climbing...primitive new-money types.
NICK: My little shack's just a cardboard box at 80 a month.
DAISY: Your life is adorable.
JORDAN: I know somebody in West Egg.
DAISY: I don't know a single person that side of the bay.
JORDAN: You must know Gatsby.
DAISY: Gatsby? What Gatsby?
WAITER: Madame, the dinner is servi.
DAISY: I heard a rumor that you were getting married to a girl out West.
NICK: It's a libel. I'm too poor.
JORDAN: They have to be old...so they die quickly.
NICK: Can't we talk about something else? Anything. Crops. You're making me feel uncivilized...Daisy.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
HENRI: Buchanan residence. Monsieur Wilson, from the garage. Monsieur Buchanan.
TOM: Excuse me, I'll be right back.
DAISY: I'm sorry.
NICK: Well, this Mr. Gatsby you spoke of....he's my neighbor.
JORDAN: Shh! Don't talk. I wanna hear what happens.
NICK: Something happening?
JORDAN: Tom's got some woman in New York.
NICK: Got some woman?
JORDAN: She might have the decency not to telephone at dinnertime. Don't you think?
TOM: So after dinner...Nick wanted to go into town. To the Yale Club.
DAISY: Nicky, stay.
NICK: I have to work early.
TOM: Nonsense.
DAISY:  There's so much to talk about.
TOM:  It's just...for a drink or two.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)

SCENE 2: TRAIN
Narrasi 2:
None of us...could ignore that fifth guest's shrill...metallic urgency.
I don't wanna talk about this, but a DOCTOR suggest me to write it into a story. at the beginning, i was hesitant, but i tried to starting write it.
Tom had invited me to town, apparently for lunch at the Yale Club...but...the day took an unexpected turn.
TOM: Come on. Come on!
NICK: What do you mean?
TOM:Come on!
NICK: Oh, God.  Tom, wait. Wait a second, would you?
TOM: Dominate, Nick! Dominate!
AT WILSON GARRAGE
TOM: Hello, Wilson. How's business?
WILSON: not too bad
MYRTLE: If it's business, you should be talking to me. Get some chairs...
WILSON: Uh, sure.
MYRTLE:  Hurry up. Hi.
TOM:  Hi.  Mrs. Wilson, Nick Carraway.
MYRTLE: Oh. A pleasure.
TOM: Nick's a writer.
MYRTLE: Oh.
NICK: I'm in bonds actually.
TOM: I want you..get on the next train.
MYRTLE: Now?
TOM: Yes. Call your sister. She'll like him.
NICK: No, no, no. That's all right, thank you.
MYRTLE: Catherine's said to be very good-looking by people who know.
NICK: Oh, really, I can't.
TOM: Hey. You wanna embarrass Myrtle? That's rude.
AT THE APPARTMENT
CATHRINE: I'm Catherine. Ain't we having a party?
NICK: Um, I'm not sure now's a good time. I'm just going. Actually, there are peop...
CATHERINE: Come on...don't you like me?
NICK: oh no!! I really must go. (lari keluar)
NARRASI 3:
I got an invitation. I was...the only one. By which I mean no one except me...ever received an actual invitation to Gatsby's. You see, the rest of New York...simply came uninvited. The whole city packed into automobiles. And all weekend, every weekend...ended up at Gatsby's.
NICK: excuse me sir. Do you know where I might find the host, Mr. Gatsby? I live next door.
BARTENDER: Gatsby? I've never seen Mr. Gatsby.
NICK: Wow.
JORDAN: I thought I might see you here.
NICK:  Hello.
JORDAN: I remembered..you live next door.
NICK: It's like an amusement park.
JORDAN: Shall we?
NICK:  Did you get an invitation?
JORDAN: People aren't..invited to Gatsby's.
NICK: Well, I was. Seems I'm the only one. Who is this Gatsby?
Jordan: Mr. Gatsby? Let's go find him and you can ask him yourself. Come on.
NICK: wait jordan!! My shoe...
MAN(GATSBY): don’t worry,, I’ll help you. Where are you going , old sport?
NICK: Mr. Gatsby sent me an actual invitation. Seems I'm the only one. I still haven't met Mr. Gatsby. So i want to find him.
MAN (GATSBY): No one's met him.
NICK: They say he's third cousin to the Kaiser and second cousin to the devil.
MAN (GATSBY): I'm afraid I haven't been a very good host...old sport. You see....I'm Gatsby.
NICK: You're...
(BAND PLAYING "RHAPSODY IN BLUE")

Narrasi 4:
His smile was one of those...rare smiles that you may come across...four or five times in life. It seemed to understand...you and believe in you just as you would like to be understood...and believed in.
GATSBY:Sorry, old sport. I thought you knew.
NICK: Please just... I don't know what to say. Please forgive me. I've had...
GATSBY: It's quite all right.....so much to drink....Yes?
HERZOG: Mr. Gatsby, sir. Chicago on the wire.
GATSBY: (TO HERZOG):  I'll be in in just a minute. (TO NICK) I'm taking my new hydroplane out
in the morning. Would you like to go with me?
NICK: What time?
GATSBY: The time that suits you.
NICK: Well, that's very kind of you.
GATSBY: Lovely to see you again, Miss Baker. If there's...anything that you want...just ask for it, old sport. Excuse me. I will......rejoin you later.
NICK: I expected him to be...
JORDAN: Old and fat?<font color
NICK:Yes. Young men don't just drift coolly out of nowhere....and buy a palace on Long Island.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODE)
JORDAN: He told me on...he was an Oxford man. However, I don't believe it.
NICK: Why not?
JORDAN: I don't know. I just don't believe he went there.
HERZOG: I beg your pardon. Miss Baker, Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you. Alone.
JORDAN: Me?
HERZOG: Yes, madam..
 (CAR CRASHES)</font>
OWL EYES: What's the matter? You run out of gas?
JORDAN: Nick! Come and see me! We'll have tea next week. I'm in the phone book.
NICK: I'll call you up.
Scene 5:
Well, we rode in the hydroplane. And I attended...two more of his parties.Even made use of his beach. But you know, I realized...that I knew absolutely nothing about Gatsby at all.Until..(CAR APPROACHES) (WALLS RATTLE)
GATSBY: It's pretty, isn't it, old sport? Haven't you ever seen it before? It's all a custom job. Supercharged engine. Get dressed. We're going to lunch.
AT CAFE
NICK: There you are. What game are you and Gatsby...playing at?
JORDAN: Nick, please.
NICK: It's all rather...strange. He picks me up in his fancy car. Going on about... ...his life
JORDAN: Keep your....voice down. People can hear you.
NICK: What is..this enormous request?
JORDAN: He wants you to invite Daisy to tea.
NICK: Daisy? And Gatsby.  Why?
Narrasi 6:
Jordan told me that Five years ago. In Louisville. Daisy...was by far the most popular girl with the officers from Camp Taylor. One of them was..in the car with her. It was Gatsby. The way he looked at her is the way..all girls want to be looked at.  Gatsby was sent off...to war. When the war ended....Daisy waited. But for some unknown reason, Gatsby couldn't return. A year later, Tom Buchanan of Chicago swept in and stole her away. He gave her a string of pearls worth $350,000. But the morning of the wedding ...Daisy received a letter. Daisy's changed her mind!  What was in the letter? No one knew. But everything can’t be changed. Daisy Fay finally married Tom Buchanan....
NICK:  It's a strange coincidence.
JORDAN: What is?
NICK: The fact that Gatsby's house is just across the bay.
JORDAN: It's no coincidence. He bought that house to be near her. He threw all those parties hoping she'd wander in one night. He constantly asked about Daisy. I was just the first person that knew her.
NICK: All that for a girl he hasn't seen in five years. And now he just wants me to invite her over to tea. The modesty of it.
JORDAN: Kind of takes your breath...away, doesn't it?
NICK:  And you think...I should. I mean, does Daisy want to see Gatsby?
JORDAN: She's absolutely not to know. You're supposed to invite her over....so he can happen to pass by.

Narrasi 7:
I remember feeling torn. Was it right to bring my cousin Daisy, a married woman...together with a man I hardly knew? When I returned home, Gatsby's was lit from tower to cellar...as if for another wild party. But there wasn't a sound.

NICK: Your place looks like the World's Fair.....or Coney Island.
GATSBY: Does it?
NICK: Yes.
GATSBY : Well, I've just been glancing... into some of the rooms.What do you say we... go to Coney Island? We could take my car.
NICK : Oh, uh, it's too late tonight.
GATSBY : We could take a plunge in the pool. I haven't made use of it all summer.
NICK : I must go to bed.
GATSBY : All right.
NICK : Happy to do it. I'm going to call Daisy and... invite her to tea.
GATSBY :  That's all right...
NICK :  What day would suit you?
GATSBY : What day would suit you? I don't want to put you to any trouble.
NICK : Day after tomorrow all right?
GATSBY : Day after tomorrow?....Well, I... I'd...See, I'd want to get the grass cut. Uh...Well, look here, old sport. You don't make much money, do you?
NICK : Not really.
GATSBY : If you'll forgive me... You see, I happen to run a little business
on the side. A sort of sideline. You understand what I'm saying, right? You do sell bonds...don't you, old sport?
NICK :  I'm trying to.
GATSBY : Right. Well, happens to be a rather...confidential sort of thing...but you might make a nice bit of money.
NICK : No, thank you. I have my hands full.
GATSBY :  You wouldn't have to do...any business with Wolfshiem, I assure you.
NICK : It's a favor, Jay. Just a favor. Yes. Happy to do it.
GATSBY :  Favor?
NICK : Yes.
GATSBY : Hm….Well, good night.
NICK : Good night.
……..CHATTERING…….
A MAN : Good morning.
………………….THUNDER RUMBLING)……………..
WALK OUT TO NICK HOUSE WITH HIS ATTENDANT
GATSBY : One of the papers says they thought the rain would stop about 4. I think it was the... I think it was the Journal.
NICK : Ah.
GATSBY:  Just in to the right, gentlemen.To the right...in the living room. Thank you. (touch his hair ) Is everything all right?
NICK: The grass looks fine, if that's what you mean.
GATSBY : Grass? What grass?
NICK : (shout) I bought cakes.
……….TICKING (the clock)……………
GATSBY : Have you... Have you got everything you need?
NICK : Perhaps more flowers.
GATSBY : I think they did a fine job, don't you?
NICK : Beautiful.
GATSBY : You think it's too much?
NICK : Uh, I think it's what you want.
GATSBY : I think so too.
………..THUNDER RUMBLING………

GATSBY : (look at his rlogy and worry about the weather and Daisy )I can't...wait all day. I'm leaving.
NICK : Don't be silly. It's two minutes to 4.
GATSBY : No one's coming to tea! It's too...
……..CAR HORN HONKS………….
NICK : (look at the window) It's her!
DAISY : Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?
NICK : Yes, it suits me.
DAISY: Why did I have... to come alone? Are you in love with me?
NICK:  Oh, it's the secret of Carraway Castle. Tell your chauffeur to go far away.
DAISY : Come back in an hour Ferdie. His name is Ferdie.
……..GASPS……
DAISY:  Oh. Oh. My goodness. I can't believe it. You... Did you ransack a greenhouse? He is in love with me. Would you?
NICK : That's funny.
DAISY : What's funny?
…………RAPPING ON DOOR…………
NICK : Ah…. (walking to the door) What are you doing?
DAISY : I'm certainly glad to see you again.
GATSBY : Hi. I'm...  I'm certainly glad to see you, as well.
……..WATER BOILING……….
GATSBY : We've... We've... We've met before ( drop the clock ) I'll have someone come repair this... immediately. (sit down) Sorry about the clock.
NICK :  That's an old clock.
DAISY : Lovely, though. A lovely clock.
GATSBY : Yes.
DAISY :We haven't met for many years.
GATSBY : Five years next November.

NICK : Tea?
GATSBY : Yes, thank you, old sport.
DAISY : Thank you.
NICK: Lemon or sugar?
DAISY : Neither.
GATSBY : Plain. Thank you.
NICK : I just have to pop…into town (get up on his sit )
-GATSBY : Town?
NICK : I'll be right back.
GATSBY (put his tea on table and run after nick )Nick, I've... gotta speak to you.
NICK: Yes. I'll be right back.
 GATSBY: God. This was a mistake. This was a terrible, terrible mistake.
NICK : You're just embarrassed. Daisy's embarrassed too.
GATSBY :  She's embarrassed?
NICK : Yes. Just as much as you are.
GATSBY : - Don't talk so loud.
NICK : Hey. You're acting like a little boy. You're being rude. Daisy's...in there all alone and you're...
GATSBY : Shh.
NARASSI 8:
Looking over my story so far…I'm reminded that for the second time that summer... I was guarding other people's secrets. Once again, I was within... and without.</i>
…….DAISY AND GATSBY CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY….
………RATTLING………
NICK:  Ahem! It's stopped raining.
GATSBY:  Yes. It has, hasn't it? (walking to the back door and see the sun ) What do you think of that, Daisy? Come look.
DAISY :  Oh, Nicky. How funny. Look, it's my house. Just there across the bay.
GATSBY: I know. I have the same view from my place.
DAISY : Where's your place?
GATSBY : Nick... I want you and Daisy to come over
to my house. I'd like to show her around.
NICK : You sure you want me to come?
GATSBY : Absolutely, old sport. Absolutely. (arrived in Gatsby’s house) Ladner, open the gates.
LADNER: Open the gates!
GATSBY : I had the gates brought in
from a castle in Normandy.
DAISY :Oh, Jay. It's so grand.
GATSBY:  You like it?
DAISY : I love it. But how do you live here... all alone?
NICK : who’s this,,your father??
 GATSBY : oh, no,, that’s Mr. Dan Cody, old sport.He is dead now.He used to be my best friend many           years ago.
DAISY   :You saved my letters
GATSBY: yes of course
 (TELEPHONE  RINGS)

GATSBY:   excuse me

Narassi 9:
If only it had been enough for Gatsby,just to hold Daisy.But he had a grand vision for his life and Daisy's part in it.wasn't until the end of that summer,,on the last night I saw Gatsby.that he told me of the life he had dreamed for himself since,,he was  a boy. You see, ...Gatsby's real name was  James Gatz. His parents were dirt-poor farmers  from North Dakota.But he never accepted them as his parents at all. In his own imagination  he was a son of God destined for future glory. Chasing this destiny, a 16-year-old Gatz ran far, far away.
One afternoon, off the coast of Lake Superior, he spotted a yacht in peril.He rowed out and rescued the vessel and its captain alcoholic millionaire Dan Cody. Since he met  him, his life was changed.  And he decided to call himself Jay Gatsby. Cody tutor him How to dress, act and speak like a gentleman.


One night, Daisy and Tom came to Gatsby’s party. While Tom enjoy the party with an actrees, gatsby and daisy made a promise of marriage, then, told Tom that they loved each other and want to live together. But there was a disorder in that place, so they keep the plan for few days. After Tom and Daisy's visit,,Gatsby's lights went out one by one.There were no more parties. Daisy visited discreetly.
For the very same fame that had all summer...been a source of satisfaction to Jay Gatsby...had become a threat.
Daisy comes over sometimes in the afternoon.  He wanted people who wouldn't gossip until they decided what they're going to do. Daisy's ready. She's ready.There's just one thing.She's requested that I and Jordan be there for lunch tomorrow at her house. Daisy needs me.. They need me.
AT THE TOWN
TOM : Mr. Gatsby...I understand that you're an Oxford man.
GATSBY : No, not exactly, no.
TOM :Oh, yes, I understand that...you went to Oxford??
GATSBY : Well, yes, I went there.
TOM:Sure…The man in the pink suit went to Oxford.
DAISY :  Tom.
GATSBY : I said I went there, didn't I?
TOM:  Oh, I heard you.I'd like to know when.
GATSBY : You'd like to know when.
TOM : Well, Mr. Gatsby?
GATSBY : It was in 1919. I only stayed there five months. That's why I can't exactly call myself  an Oxford man.You see, it was an opportunity  they gave to some of us officers  who fought in the war.
NICK:  I wanted to get up and slap…Gatsby on the back.
DAISY: I'll make you a drink, Tom…Then you won't seem so stupid to yourself.
TOM:  Wait a minute.I want to ask Mr. Gatsby,,one more question.
GATSBY :Oh, please, please, go on, Mr. Buchanan. Go on.
TOM : What kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow? 
DAISY : He isn't causing a row, you're causing a row. Please have a little self-control.
TOM :Self-control???? Oh, I suppose the latest thing is to sit back. and let Mr. Nobody From   Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that's the idea...you can count me out.
See, nowadays people begin by sneering  at family life and family institutions...and the next you'll know, we'll...throw everything overboard, we'll have intermarriage between black and white!
GATSBY: Your wife doesn't love you..She never  loved you. You see, she loves me.
TOM : You must be crazy.
GATSBY : No, old sport.. No, you see, she never loved you. She only married you  because I was poor and she was tired of waiting. It was a terrible..terrible mistake, but in her heart..In her heart, she never loved anyone but me.
JORDAN : We should go.
DAISY :  Let's all go home.
TOM:  Sit down, Daisy
GATSBY: Please,,Please, take a seat. Go on, Daisy.
TOM: Daisy...what's been going on?  I want to hear about it.
GATSBY : I told you what's going on. It's been going on for five years.
TOM : You've been seeing him  for five years?
GATSBY : No, no, no, not seeing.Not seeing, we couldn't. But...both of us loved each other all that time. Didn't we?
TOM:  Oh, that's all.(LAUGHING)  Ha-ha-ha! You're crazy! I can't speak about  what happened five years ago  because I didn't know Daisy then. And I'll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her ...unless you brought the groceries  to the back door. But all the rest of that is a goddamn lie. Daisy loved me...when she married me and she loves me now.
GATSBY: No.  No. I'm sorry, Mr. Buchanan, no.
TOM: She does! She does, though.  No, she does, though. She does. And what's more, I love Daisy too.
GATSBY : No
 TOM : I love you, Daisy.Now, once in a while I go off on a spree. I always come back.. A spree.
 TOM: And in my heart,,I love her all the time.
 DAISY :You're revolting. You know why we left  Chicago? I'm surprised they didn't treat you  to the story of that little spree!
GATSBY : That's all over now, Daisy, darling. That's all over. Just tell him the truth. Go on. That you never loved him and this will all be wiped out forever
DAISY : How could I love him..possibly?
GATSBY:  Remember our plans. You tell him that you never loved him
and all  this pain will be wiped out  forever. Daisy.Daisy, tell him.
DAISY : I never loved him.
TOM : Never? No, No. Not at Kapiolani? Not that day I carried you down from
the Punch Bowl to keep your shoes dry?
TOM : Never?
DAISY : Please don't.
TOM : Daisy.


DAISY : There, Jay..You want too much.I love you now,,isn't that enough? I can't help what's past. I did love him once, but I loved you too.
GATSBY : You loved me too? You loved me...?
TOM : Even that is a lie! She didn't know you were alive!
There are things between Daisy and me...Gatsby, that you'll never know. Things that neither of us can ever forget.
GATSBY: I need to speak to Daisy alone. You see, you've got her  all excited now, don't you...old sport? …… Daisy.
DAISY:  Even alone. I can't say I never loved Tom….It wouldn't be true.
GATSBY : What?
TOM :  Of course it wouldn't.
DAISY :  As if it mattered to you.
TOM: Of course it matters! I'm gonna take better care of you  from now on.
GATSBY : You're not taking care of Daisy anymore. She's leaving you.
TOM : Nonsense!
DAISY :  I am, though
TOM:  No, no, no. She is not leaving me.Certainly not..for a common swindler like you. Mr. Gatsby, exactly who are you, anyhow? I made an investigation into your affairs. You're one of Meyer Wolfshiem's bunch.
DAISY : Please, let's go home.See, he and this Wolfshiem...they bought up drugstores. And sold bootlegged alcohol over the counter.
GATSBY : What about it, old sport?
TOM : Don't you call me "old sport."And this drugstore business  is just small change
compared to this bonds stunt  that you and Wolfshiem have got going.
GATSBY : Your friend Walter Chase.isn't too proud to come in?
TOM : I gave. that some thought. How does a reputable banker  Walter Chase find himself. up to his eyeballs in debt...
GATSBY: I'll tell you.
TOM: to a little kike like Wolfshiem?
GATSBY :  It's called greed, old sport.
TOM: That's right! And you have half of Wall Street  out there swilling your free booze at that fun park  every weekend. I'm surprised he hasn't   tried to drag you in. My God, he has. He's got nothing to do with..With your little racket.
TOM : Daisy.Daisy..Can't you see who this guy is..with his house and his parties and his fancy clothes?He is just a front for Wolfshiem, a gangster  to get his claws into respectable folk  like Walter Chase.
GATSBY: The only respectable thing about you, old sport, is your money.Your money, that's it.Now I've just as much  as you. That means we're equal.
TOM : Oh, no. No.We're different.I am, They are.She is. We're all different from you. You see, we were born  different.
 TOM :A girl like Daisy…
GATSBY : You shut up! Shut up!You shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
NICK: Gatsby looked, in that moment  as if he had  killed a man
(TOM CHUCKLES)LAUGHING)
GATSBY : My sincerest, My sincerest apologies.I seem to have...lost my temper.
TOM : That's right, Mr. Gatsby.Show us some of those fine  Oxford manners.
GATSBY: Daisy, darling. None of this has any consequence.Daisy.Daisy, talk to me, darling.I just lost my temper, that's all.
NICK: He began talking. excitedly, but with every word,,Daisy was drawing  further and further into herself.to go to your parents' house in Louisville.
 DAISY : Please, Tom, I can't  stand it anymore!
TOM : Why don't you two start on home...in Mr. Gatsby's car.
DAISY : Daisy, darling, look at me.
TOM: Go on.
GATSBY : Daisy.
TOM : He won't annoy you.
TOM : I think he realizes that this little flirtation is over.
GATSBY :Daisy,daisy!!!
TOM :You want any of this?Jordan? Nick?
TOM : Nick
NICK :What?
TOM: You want any?
 NICK : No.I just remembered...today's my birthday.
TOM: Happy birthday.
NICK:Thirty. The promise of a decade of loneliness.The formidable stroke of 30 died away.as Gatsbyand Daisy drove onthrough the cooling twilight,,,towards death.
WILSON: Don't you lie to me! Hey, where'd you get these from? You might fool me, but you don't.fool God! God sees everything
(WILSON SCREAMS)
WILSON: Myrtle! Where are you?
MYRTLE: Tom? Tom!Tom!
WILSON: Myrtle!
MYRTLE: I'm here! Stop! Baby!Tom!Wait!
JORDAN : What happen?
 TOM : Just a look.Come on.
WILSON: My God.
TOM :So, what happened?She ran out in the road.  Son of a bitch didn't even stop his car.
WILSON: You don't have to tell me..what kind of car it was,, I know what kind of car it was. You!!..
TOM :Wilson.Just pull yourself together!  Sit down! Sit down..Get him a drink. I know that car. It's blue.CoupĂ©.We just got here from New York.
WILSON : Who owns the yellow car?
TOM : A fella named Gatsby.Jay Gatsby.He's a crook
WILSON : Maybe he was the one that was fooling around with Myrtle. Maybe..that's why he killed her.
TOM :Yeah, maybe..Guy like that, who knows?
WILSON : He didn't have to kill her.
TOM: Gatsby.Something ought to be done about a fella like that.,,,,,,He'll pay…Oh, he'll pay..You gonna defend him now?....Huh?






GATSBY: Hello, old sport.
NICK:     What are you doing?
GATSBY: Just sitting here.
NICK:     Yes, I see that.
GATSBY: You see any trouble out on the road?
NICK:     That woman....you ran down is dead, Jay.
GATSBY: I thought so. I...I told Daisy that I thought so.
NICK:     Daisy? Do you hear yourself? How could you? How could you do that?
GATSBY: Keep your voice down.
NICK: You're nothing......but a goddamn coward!
GATSBY: Keep your voice down! Please. There was no point in stop...
NICK:     No point? No point? What about that woman?
GATSBY: No point. She was killed instantly.
NICK: Yes, it ripped her open! I was there! I saw her!
GATSBY: I understand! I understand! It was my fault. It was my fault. This woman......she rushed out at us as if she was trying to speak to us. It all happened so quickly. She tried... I tried ...to turn in time...
NICK:     "She"?
GATSBY: ...but...
NICK:     It was Daisy.
GATSBY: Well, I...You see, after we left New York, she was very nervous. She thought that driving would steady her. But this woman, she rushed......out at us. It all happened so quickly. It wasn't her fault......do you see? No one must know that Daisy was driving. Promise me.
I should have told him what I had just seen, but... ...all I could manage was:
That was the night he finally told me the truth. All of it. NICK:He revealed his humble beginnings... ...his transformative voyage with Dan Cody...the war, Oxford... ...and how he joined Wolfshiem in the business.  It was also that night...that I became aware of Gatsby's extraordinary gift for hope. A gift that I have never found in any other person.
GATSBY TOLD ME THAT What was in the letter. The reason why after the war he hadn't been able to return. he asked her to wait until he made something of himself, but she was...See, he felt married to her. That was all. It was all for her. The house, the parties. Everything.
NICK:     I have to go, Jay. I have to work.
GATSBY: I understand. Well... ...I'll walk you out.
NICK:     Well, I'll call you up.
GATBY: Please do, old sport. Please do. I suppose... ...that Daisy will call too.
NICK: I suppose. Well, goodbye. Jay! They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
I was always glad... ...I said that. It was the only... ...compliment I ever paid him. That morning… Wall Street boomed its usual... golden roar. But I wasn't worth a decent stroke of work. I waited for Gatsby to call with news. While he waited... ...for Daisy.
 (TELEPHONE RINGING)
HERZOG: Gatsby's. I know Mr. Gatsby will be very happy that you've called.
(GUNSHOT)

GATSBY: Daisy.
NICK:     Hello! Hello! Hello! Is everything all right? Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! ls everything all right?

NICK:     I remember the rest of that day as an endless drill... ...of police and photographers and tabloid reporters. The headlines were a nightmare. They pinned everything on Gatsby. The affair with Myrtle. The hit-and-run. Everything. And there was nothing I could say... ...except the one unutterable fact that none of it was true.

DAISY:  Darling, Daddy's taking care of his two favorite girls.
PAMMY:  Where are we going?
DAISY:   We're going on a holiday.
TOM:     We should go.
DAISY:   Just you... ...me and Daddy.

 (TELEPHONE RINGING)
HENRY: Buchanan residence.
NICK:     May I speak to Mrs. Buchanan? It's Mr. Carraway, her cousin.
HENRI:  Madame... ...is not available, Monsieur Carraway.
NICK:     If you speak to her, tell her the funeral's tomorrow.
HENRY: I'm sorry, monsieur, they have gone away.
NICK:     Gone away? Do you know when they'll be back?
HENRY: No. They have already departed.
NICK:     Please. I know that she would want to be there. She would...If you would just get a message to her. Let me talk to her, please.
HENRI:  You wish to contact her? I have no further information, monsieur.
NICK:     Please! Hello?
TOM:     Come on.
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy. They smashed up things and people....and then retreated back into their money and their... vast carelessness.
NICK:     Hey. Hey! Get out of here! Go on! Get the hell out of here!
I rang... ...I wrote... ...I implored. But not a single one of the sparkling hundreds that enjoyed his hospitality... ...attended the funeral. And from Daisy... ...not even a flower. I was all he had.  The only one who cared. After Gatsby's death... ...New York was haunted for me. That city... ...my once golden shimmering mirage... ...now made me sick. On my last night... ...in New York... ...I returned to that huge... ...incoherent house once more.  Wolfshiem's associates... ...had cleaned it out I remembered how we had all come to Gatsby's and guessed at his corruption..while he stood before  us... ...concealing... ...an incorruptible dream. The moon rose higher.  And as I stood there, brooding on the old, unknown world...I thought of Gatsby's wonder... ...when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come such a long way.  And his dream must have seemed so close....that he could hardly fail to grasp it.  But he did not know... ...that it was already behind him. Gatsby believed in the green light... ...the orgastic future that year by year recedes......before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter.  Tomorrow, we will run faster... ...stretch out our arms farther... ...and one fine morning... So we beat on... ...boats against the current... ...borne back... ...ceaselessly... ...into the past.



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