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.Coupé.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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