The Great Gatsby (1974) - full transcript

♪ When you and I were seventeen ♪

♪ And life and love were new ♪

♪ The world was just a field of green ♪

♪ 'Neath the smiling skies of blue ♪

♪ That golden spring when I was king ♪

♪ And you were my wonderful queen ♪

♪ Gone is the romance ♪

♪ That was so divine ♪

♪ 'Tis broken ♪

♪ And cannot be mended ♪

♪ You must go your way ♪



♪ And I must go mine ♪

♪ But now that our love dreams ♪

♪ Have ended ♪

♪ What'll I do ♪

♪ When you are far away ♪

♪ And I am blue? ♪

♪ What'll I do? ♪

♪ What'll I do ♪

♪ When I am wond'ring who ♪

♪ Is kissing you? ♪

♪ What'll I do? ♪

♪ What'll I do ♪

♪ With just a photograph ♪

♪ To tell my troubles to? ♪



♪ When I'm alone ♪

♪ With only dreams of you ♪

♪ That won't come true ♪

♪ What'll I do? ♪

In my younger
and more vulnerable years,

my father gave me some advice

that I've been turning over
in my mind ever since.

"Whenever you feel
like criticizing anyone,"

he told me, "just remember

"that all the people
in this world

haven't had the advantages
that you've had."

In consequence, I'm inclined
to reserve all my judgments.

It was a matter of chance
that I should have decided

to spend the summer
on that slender, riotous island

which juts out
into the great wet barnyard

of Long Island Sound,
20 miles due east of New York.

I lived at West Egg on the...

well, less fashionable side
of the courtesy bay.

And my cousin, Daisy Buchanan,

lived in one of the glittering
white palaces of East Egg

with her husband, Tom,
whom I'd known in college.

They had spent the years
since their marriage

drifting here and there
unrestfully,

wherever people played polo
and were rich together.

Nick Carraway!

Nick, it's about time.

I'm really not sure how
to operate that thing.

Well, you should have told us.

We would have sent the motor
cruiser for you.

How are you?

Is this all yours?

Some of it belongs to Daisy.

Where's your place?

Across the bay.

But it's just a little cottage
I got for 80 a month.

80 a month?!

Our beer bills at New Haven
were more than that.

You forget...

I am now just a struggling
bond salesman

on Wall Street.

Nick?

Is it really you?

It is.

Oh...

Oh, my dear, lost love!

I'm paralyzed with happiness.

Jordan, this is my second cousin
once removed, Nick Carraway.

Does that mean we kiss
when we greet, or no?

I hope it means we do.

Tom says you've just come
from Chicago.

Tell me everything.

Do they miss me?

The whole town is desolate.

Oh, how gorgeous.

All the cars
have their left rear wheel

painted black
as a mourning wreath,

and there's a persistent
wail all night.

Let's go back tomorrow, Tom.

I love a persistent wail.

Well, I love a drink.

Come on, let's all have a drink.

I've been lying on that sofa
for as long as I can remember.

You live across the Sound
in West Egg.

I know somebody there.

I don't know a single person.

You must know Gatsby.

Oh, he's my neighbor.

Gatsby?!

What Gatsby?

Come on, Daisy.

Why candles?

In two weeks, it'll be
the longest day in the year.

Do you always watch

for the longest day in the year
and then miss it?

I do.

We ought to plan something.

All right. What'll we plan?

What do people plan?

Look at that.

My little finger,
it's all black and blue.

You did that, Tom.

I know you didn't mean to,

but that's what I get
for marrying a brute of a man.

A great big hulking brute
of a man.

Oh, Daisy, I hate that word,
"hulking."

Even in kidding.

Hulking.

Please, let's not start
one of those.

Nick?

Have you read that, uh, book,

The Rise of the Colored
Empires, by Goddard?

Why no.

Well, it's a fine book,
and everyone ought to read it.

See, the point is
that if we don't watch out,

the white race will be
utterly submerged.

No, that's so.

It's up to us...
who are the dominant race...

to watch out,
or these other races

will have control of things.

We've got to beat them down.

Now, Daisy, it has all
been scientifically proved.

You see, we're Nordics.

You are, and I am, and...

Excuse me, sir.

Thank you.

Will you excuse me?

Anyway, we're responsible
for all the things

that have gone
to make civilization...

art, science... and all that.

I love to see you
at my table, Nick.

You remind me of a...

a rose.

An absolute rose. Doesn't he?

You're Jordan Baker,
the golf champion, aren't you?

Shh! Don't talk.

I want to hear what happens.

Is something happening?

You mean you don't know?

I thought everyone knew.

I don't.

Tom's got a woman in New York.

She might have the decency
not to telephone him

at dinnertime, don't you think?

Couldn't be helped.

Oh, there's a bird on the lawn.

I think it must be
a nightingale,

come over on the Cunard
or the White Star Line.

He's singing away.

It's romantic, isn't it, Tom?

Yes, it is romantic.

It had been a golden afternoon,

and I remember having
the familiar conviction

that life was beginning
over again with the summer.

By the autumn, my mood
would be very different.

Good night!

Good night.

Come back soon.

I would want no more privileged
glimpses into the human heart.

Only my neighbor, Gatsby,

would be exempt
from my reaction...

Gatsby,
who represented everything

for which I have
an unaffected scorn...

for Gatsby turned out
all right in the end.

It was what preyed on him,

what foul dust floated
in the wake of his dreams.

At least once a fortnight,
a corps of caterers came down

with several hundred feet
of canvas

and enough colored lights

to make a Christmas tree
of Gatsby's enormous gardens.

There was music
from my neighbor's house

through those summer nights.

In his enchanted gardens,

men and girls came and went
like moths,

among the whispering

and the champagne and the stars.

I believe that few people

were actually invited
to these parties.

They just went.

They got into automobiles

which bore them out
to Long Island,

and somehow, they ended up
at Gatsby's door.

Come for the party
with a simplicity of heart

that was its own ticket
of admission.

And after that,
they conducted themselves

according to the rules
of behavior

associated with
an amusement park.

About halfway between
the two Eggs and New York,

the motor road hastily joins
the railroad

and runs beside it
for a short distance...

presided over by the eyes
of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg,

set there by some wild wag
of an oculist

to fatten his practice
in the Borough of Queens.

This desolate area
is a valley of ashes,

a fantastic farm
where ashes grow like wheat.

Come on in.

I want you to meet my girl.

Wilson!

Wilson!

Wilson, old man.

How's business?

Can't complain.

When are you going
to sell me that car?

Next week.

I've got my man
working on it now.

Works a little slow, don't he?

No, as a matter of fact,
he doesn't.

If you're not interested
in buying it, I'm sure...

that I can find someone who is.

I didn't mean that.

L-I just meant that...

Well, I figure I could fix it up
and turn a profit.

Myrtle Wilson,
this is Nick Carraway.

Nick, Mr. And Mrs. Wilson.

Why don't you get some chairs,

so someone can sit down?

Oh, sure.

I want you to get
on the next train.

All right.

I'll meet you in the city.

I really could use that car.

Think I got a buyer for it.

That's fine.

Fine. I'll make sure that my man
stays right on it.

Nick?

Mrs. Wilson, nice to see you.

Bye.

Tom!

Hello, Nick.

Stop, stop here.

I want to get one of these dogs.

I want one for the apartment.

They're so nice to have, a dog.

What kind are they?

All kinds.

What kind would you like,
lady?

I'd like one
of those police dogs.

That's not a police dog.

That dog's not exactly
a police dog.

That dog's more of an Airedale.

Hey, look at that coat.

Some coat!

That dog will never bother you
with catching a cold.

I think it's cute.

How much is it?

Uh, that dog?

Uh, that dog will cost you
ten dollars.

Is it a boy or a girl?

That dog?

That dog's a boy.

That dog's a bitch!

Here's ten dollars.

Go buy ten more dogs with it.

I'll leave you here.

Oh, no, you don't.

Myrtle would be very hurt

if you wouldn't come upstairs

to the apartment,
wouldn't you, Myrtle?

Come on. I'll call
my sister, Catherine.

Uh...

People who know her
say she's beautiful.

What about our appointments?

Now, Wall Street'll
still be there tomorrow.

Come along.

I really like that dress.
I think it's adorable.

Oh, it's just a crazy old thing.

I slip it on sometimes

when I don't care
what I look like.

It looks wonderful on you,

if you know what I mean.

You know, l-I think

if-if Chester could get you
in that pose...

I think he could

really make something
out of it.

I'm Catherine,
Myrtle's sister.

Oh.

People say we look like twins,
but I don't think so.

I'm Nick.

Won't you sit down?

I told that boy about the ice.

These servants, you really have

to keep after them all the time.

You live
down on Long Island, too?

Yes, I live in West Egg.

Really?!

Mm-hmm.

I was just down
at a party in West Egg,

about a month ago,
at a man named Gatsby's.

Do you know him?

I live next door to him.

He's German.

Really.

A cousin or a nephew
or something of Kaiser Wilhelm.

That's where
all his money comes from.

Really?

Oh, I'm scared of him.

Why?

Oh, I'd hate to have him
get anything on me.

Oh.

Look at that cute dog!

Oh, darling!

Excuse me, Myrtle, could you
come here for a minute?

Neither of them

can stand the person
they're married to.

Can't they?

Can't stand them!

What I say is,
why go on living with them

if they can't stand them?

Huh.

Ooh!

Isn't that adorable,
this little thing?

Myrtle's been living over
that garage for 11 years,

you know.

And Tom's the first sweetie
she ever had.

I was on a train to New York,

to see Catherine
and spend the night.

Tom was sitting opposite me.

He had on a...

dress suit
and patent-leather shoes.

And I could see
he was a real gentleman.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

Every time he looked at me,

I had to pretend to be looking

at the advertisement
over his head.

When we pulled into the station,
he was next to me,

and his white shirtfront
was pressed against my arm.

I said, "Well,
I'll have to call a policeman,"

but he knew I was lying.

I was so excited.

When I got into the taxi,
my head was swimming.

I felt as if some very tiny,
cold, little fish

was swimming in my veins.

All I kept thinking was...

I kept thinking,

"You can't live forever.

You can't live forever."

It was the best day of my life.

Myrtle...

Oh, what did you do to him?!

Oh, big clumsy.

What did you do?

Don't ever call me clumsy.

Myrtle, don't slam
the door in my face.

Get out!

Please.

But you see, it's...

it's really his wife
that's keeping them apart.

She's a Catholic,

and they don't
believe in divorce.

...her name again.

I do to have a right
to say her name anytime

I damn well please!

- Daisy!
- Shut up.

- Daisy! Daisy!
- Shut up!

I can say it whenever I want to!

Daisy!

Daisy!

Dai...

Daisy.

Daisy...

Care for some
chocolate cake, madam?

Thank you very much.

Sorry we're late.

Okay. Hurry up.

- Come on, get dressed.
- Be right back.

Wonderful.

Aw, she tries...

I'm going to arrange
a marriage

between you and Jordan.

I'll sort of fling
you together...

you know, lock you up
accidentally

in the linen closet,

or push you out
to sea in a boat.

All that sort of thing.

Daisy, I have no money.

Would Jordan marry
a man with no money?

Of course not.

Oh.

Well, it'll just have
to be an affair then.

We don't know each other
very well, do we, Nick?

Even if we are cousins.

You didn't come
to my wedding.

I wasn't back from the war.

Well, I've had
a very bad time, Nick.

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Hello, sweetheart.

Let me tell you what
I said when she was born.

She was less than
an hour old and Tom was...

God knows where.

I woke up out of the ether

with an utterly
abandoned feeling

and I asked the nurse
right away

if it was a boy or a girl.

She told me it was a girl.

And so I turned away my head
and wept.

"All right," I said,

"I'm glad it's a girl,

and I hope she'll be
a little fool."

That's the best thing
a girl can be in this world...

a beautiful, little fool.

Here you are.

Having a little heart-to-heart
with Nick?

But, yes.

I think we talked
about the Nordic race.

Yes, I'm sure we did.

L-It sort of... crept up on us,

and first thing we knew...

Don't believe everything
you hear, Nick.

My, my, my.

She is the most immoral
young lady I have ever seen.

Mr. Carraway.

Yes?

Mr. Gatsby would be honored

if you would attend
his little party tonight.

♪ Five foot two,
eyes of blue ♪

♪ But, oh, what those
five foot could do ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my girl? ♪

Oh, Thank you.

♪ Turned up nose,
turned down hose ♪

♪ Never had no other beaus ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my girl? ♪

♪ Now if you run into ♪

♪ A five foot two,
covered with fur ♪

♪ Diamond rings,
and all those things ♪

♪ Betcha life it isn't her ♪

♪ But could she love,
could she woo... ♪

Hello, Jordan.

Nick.

♪ Has anybody seen my girl? ♪

I'd hoped you'd be here.

I know your cousin Daisy has
an absolute craving for you,

but I'm going to borrow
you for tonight.

♪ Charleston, Charleston ♪

♪ Charleston, Charleston ♪

Come in...

I never care what I do,

so I always have a good time.

When I was here last,
I tore my gown on a chair

and he asked my name.

Who's he?

Gatsby, of course.

Inside of a week, I get
a package from Croirier's

with a new
evening gown in it.

Did you keep it?

Sure I did.

I was going
to wear it tonight,

but it was
too big in the bust

and had to be altered.

It was gas-blue
with lavender beads.

$265!

There's something funny

about a fella who'll
do a thing like that.

He doesn't want
any trouble with anybody.

Who?

Gatsby.

Uh, somebody told me...

Somebody told me they thought

he killed a man once.

Killed a man?

I heard that he was connected
with the government

during the war, in a high way.

A spy, I heard.

I heard he was in oil,

from a man
who knew all about him...

grew up with him in Texas.

I knew somebody who grew up
with him in St. Paul.

Well, you look at him sometime

when he doesn't know
anyone's looking at him.

You can see it in his eyes.

I'll bet he did kill a man.

Which one is he?

Never really goes
to his own parties.

Just looks in
to see who's here,

then disappears.

God knows where he is.

Pheasant? You know
I always want pheasant.

Oh, yes, of course, madam.

Evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm your entertainer
for the evening.

I just got married.

Married the fattest
girl you ever saw.

Boy, she was so fat,

when she sat on a drugstore
stool, she had a hangover.

She hated to wear dresses...
always skirts.

When she walked down...

Thank God, it's a fight.

Let's get out.

This is much too polite for me.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you mind
following me, please?

I don't understand.

Just follow me, please.

Excuse me.

I wa... I was invited.

Mr. Gatsby sent a man
over this afternoon

with an invitation.

I live right across over there.

Right across the lawn.

Are you sure you've got
the right person?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

How do you do, old sport?

I'm Gatsby.

Nick Carraway.

It's a pleasure.

You live in the cottage
across the lawn.

I tried to buy it once.

I've been trying
to find you, but...

I'm afraid
I'm not a very good host.

Truth of the matter is...

I don't much like parties.

I thought we should
get acquainted

since we're neighbors.

I hope you're enjoying yourself.

Yes. Thank you.

If there's anything
you want or need...

No, no, no, no.
Everything's fine, thank you.

- It's very nice.
- Good, good.

It's a lovely night
for the party.

Yeah.

Was there anything else?

No, no.

I just thought perhaps...
we should meet.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Shall I, uh...?

No, no, no.

Yes?

What?

I don't give a damn
what Philadelphia wants.

I said a small town.

If that's his idea
of a small town,

he's no use to us.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, old sport.
It was business.

Yes, well, I've taken up

too much of your
time as it is.

Are there any of my guests

that you'd especially like
to meet?

No, no, thank you.

Perhaps we can have
lunch sometime...

tomorrow?

Fine.

Good, good.

See you then.

♪ La-la-ley-la! ♪

♪ La-la-la-la... ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la,
la, la, la... ♪

Grand, isn't it?

What do you think, old sport?
It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

Like to drive it?

No, I don't think I'd want
the responsibility.

Get in.

Look here, what's your opinion
of me, anyhow?

I hadn't really thought
about it.

I'm going to tell you
something about my life.

Really? I...

I don't want you to get
the wrong impression

from the stories you hear.

Why me?

I'm the son of wealthy people
from the Midwest...

all dead now.

What part of the Midwest?

I was raised in America,
but educated at Oxford.

That's a family tradition.

My family died and I came
into a great deal of money.

After that, I traveled

and lived in many
capitals in Europe,

trying to forget something sad

that happened long ago.

And then came the war.

I was promoted to major
after I distinguished myself

in a battle
in the Argonne Forest.

Every Allied government
gave me a decoration.

Even Montenegro.

Little Montenegro
down in the Adriatic Sea.

Turn it.

"Major Jay Gatsby,
For Valor Extraordinary."

Why are you telling me this?

You don't make much money,
do you?

You sell bonds?

I try to.

Well, if you'll forgive me...

You see, I run a small
business on the side

and I thought perhaps

you might want to pick up
an extra bit of money.

What kind of business exactly?

I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine.

This is a nice restaurant,

but I like
across the street better.

It's too hot over there.

Hot and small, yes,
but full of memories.

What place is that?

The old Metropole,

filled with faces
now dead and gone.

Filled with friends
gone now forever.

I can't forget
as long as I live

the night they shot
Rosy Rosenthal there.

There was six of us
at the table.

Rosy had eaten and drunk
a lot the whole evening.

A waiter came over to him
with a funny look, says,

"Somebody wants to talk
to you outside."

"All right," says Rosy.
He starts to get up.

I pull him down in his seat.

"Let the bastards come in here
if they want you,

but don't you, so help me,
make a move out of this room."

Then it was 4:00 in the morning.

If we'd raised the blinds,
we could have seen daylight.

Did he go?

Sure, he went.

He turned in the doorway,
he says,

"Don't let the waiter
take away my coffee."

They were on the sidewalk,

and they shot him three times
in the belly

and they drove away.

I understand you're looking
for a business connection, huh?

We'll talk about that later.

Huh?

This is a friend,

so we'll talk
about that some other time.

Oh, I beg your pardon.
I had it wrong, man.

Gatsby?

Excuse me, please.

He has a telephone.

Fine fellow, isn't he?

Handsome to look at
and a perfect gentleman.

Yes.

He went to Oxford College
in England.

You know Oxford College?

Uh, have you, have you known
Gatsby for a long time?

Known him? I made him.

I made the pleasure

of his acquaintance
just after the war.

He was so hard up,

he had to keep on wearing
his uniform

because he couldn't
buy regular clothes.

But I said to myself,
that's the kind of man

you'd like to bring home,

introduce to your mother
and your sister.

I see you're looking
at my cuff buttons.

Finest specimen of human molars.

Well, that's
a very interesting idea.

Yes.

Did you, uh, were you and
Mr. Rosenthal close friends?

Thick like that in everything.

I'm sorry.

What's to be sorry?

Let us learn to show
our friendship

for a man when he's alive,
not after he's dead.

After that, my own rule
is to let everything alone.

Everything's taken care of.

Ah. I enjoyed my lunch.

Don't hurry, Meyer.

No, you're very polite,

but I belong
to another generation.

You sit here and discuss
your sports,

and your young ladies,
and your...

As for me, I'm 60 years old,

and I won't impose myself
on you any longer.

He becomes very
sentimental sometimes.

What is he, anyway?

A dentist?

Meyer Wolfsheim?

No, no. He's a gambler,
old sport.

He's the man who fixed
the 1919 World Series.

I never thought one man
fixed the World Series.

I always imagined
it just happened.

He just saw the opportunity.

Why isn't he in jail?

Oh, they can't get him,
old sport.

He's too smart.

Look, uh, l... oh...

Let me get this, please.

Nonsense.

Nick.

Where have you been?

Daisy's furious
because you haven't called up.

This is Mr. Gatsby...
Mr. Buchanan.

How are you?

How does a struggling
bond salesman afford to eat

with these big business types?

I just came down here

to have lunch with Mr. Gatsby.

Oh.

So this is
where you hide yourself.

Jordan.

Listen, I've got to talk to you.

I have the most astonishing
thing to tell you.

He wants to know
if you'll invite Daisy

to your house some afternoon

and let him come over.

Who?

Gatsby.

If that's what he wanted,

why didn't he ask me himself?

I think he was afraid.

He's waited so long,

he thought you might
be offended.

But why me?

Because.

Why didn't he ask you
to arrange the meeting?

Because he wants her
to see his house

and you live right next door.

That's ridiculous.

I think he half expected her

to wander into one
of his parties some night,

but she never did.

Then he began asking
people casually

if they knew her,

and I was the first one
he found.

He says he's read
the papers for years,

just on the chance of catching
a glimpse of Daisy's name.

I wonder why.

Daisy ought to have
something in her life.

Does Daisy want to see him?

She's not to know about it.

You're just supposed
to invite her to tea.

But does she want to see Gatsby?

You're cousin will thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Nick.

Your place looks like
the World's Fair.

Does it? Yes, I was just looking
into some of my rooms.

Oh, I...
I spoke to Miss Baker.

Yes?

I'm going to call up
Daisy tomorrow

and invite her over for tea.

What day would suit you?

What day would suit you?

I don't want to put you
to any trouble, you see.

Wouldn't you like to come in
out of the rain?

No, it's not necessary.
I have to go back.

Uh, what-what do you...?

Wh-What about the day
after tomorrow?

Well... I have
to get the grass cut.

You mean my grass.

Well...

They-they are connected, uh...

There's that other thing. The...

What thing?

Our, uh, our business
relationship.

Any favors that I do for you
don't need any payment.

Well, thank you.

Good night, Nick.

Nick, my darling, where are you
calling from? China?

I can barely hear you.

What... Of course, I'll come.

But don't bring Tom?

Tom who?

Yes. Good-bye, my darling.

Thank you.

Mr. Carraway?

Yes?

Mr. Gatsby sent me
over to cut the grass.

Oh, yes, quite all right.

Go ahead.

From Mr. Gatsby.

I know.

From Mr. Gatsby.

Pass.

Everything all right?

The grass looks fine,
if that's what you mean.

What grass?

Oh, it looks good.

Uh, I was wondering if you
have everything you need

in the way of... tea.

Will this do?

Yes, yes, of course.

But I took the liberty
of, uh...

uh...

I took the liberty of...

I took the liberty of having
some things sent over.

I'm going home.

What for?

There's nobody coming.

It's too late.

Don't be silly.

It's only five minutes to 4:00.

This is a mistake.

This is a terrible mistake.

Is this absolutely where
you live, my dearest one?

I adore it.

Are you in love with me?

Yes.

Is that why I had to come alone?

That is the secret
of Castle Rackrent.

Oh, it's delicious, Nick.

- And what beautiful...
- Well, that's funny.

Flowers.

Oh...

White. My favorite color.

Daisy, I'd like you
to meet my neighbor,

Mr. Jay Gatsby.

Mr. Gatsby, this is my
cousin, Daisy Buchanan.

We've met...

before.

We haven't met for many years.

Eight years...

next November.

Well...

shall we have some tea?

It stopped raining.

Has it?

Wha... what do you think
of that?

It stopped raining.

I'm glad, Jay.

Would you like tea?

Oh, Nick, darling,

I feel today's
like someone's birthday.

Let's have champagne.

I want you and Daisy
to come to my house.

I'd like to show her around.

You sure you want me to come?

Absolutely.

Nick, uh, l-I'd just like
to wash up.

Oh.

Oh.

Look...

my house shows up
well, doesn't it?

It's splendid.

Yeah.

It took me just three years

to earn the money
that bought it.

I thought you said
you inherited your money.

I, uh, I did, old sport.

But I lost most of it
in the big panic...

in the, uh, panic of the war.

What business are you really in?

That's my affair.

- Uh...
- I...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I've been in several
things, actually.

I was in the drug
store business.

Then I was in oil.

But I'm not in either one now.

That huge place over there?

Do you like it?

I love it.

But how do you live there
all by yourself?

Oh, I keep it always full
of interesting people.

Night and day.

People who do
interesting things.

Celebrated people.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

Excuse us.

It's quite all right.

Klipspringer here is
left over from a party

I threw in April.

He was here for two weeks

before I discovered
he'd moved in.

Did we interrupt your exercises?

I was asleep.

That is, I had been asleep
and then I got up.

Oh. Klipspringer here plays
the piano, don't you, old sport?

Oh, I hardly play at all.

Nonsense. Of course you do.

We'll go upstairs now

and he'll play
the piano for us. Yes?

Oh, of course,
of course I'll play for you.

Uh, I really am out of practice.

No, don't talk so much,
old sport. Play.

♪ Every morning, every evening ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun? ♪

♪ Not much money,
oh, but, honey ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun? ♪

♪ The rent's unpaid, dear ♪

♪ We haven't a car ♪

♪ But anyway, dear,
we'll stay as we are ♪

♪ Even if we owe the grocer,
don't we have fun? ♪

Jay...

All these clippings
about me.

Well...

Oh, that's a souvenir
of my Oxford days.

It was taken in Trinity Quad.

The man on my left is now
the Earl of Dorcaster.

Yes?

Well, check with Wolfsheim.

Just do it.
I can't talk now.

Here you are, old sport.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Come here, quick!

Look at that.

I'd like to just get one
of those pink clouds

and put you in it
and push you around.

I've got a man in London
who buys all my clothes.

He sends over a selection
of things

at the beginning
of each season,

spring and fall.

Oh...

I've never seen
such beautiful shirts before.

♪ In the meantime,
in between time ♪

♪ Ain't we got fun? ♪

You are a rotten driver.

We missed it, didn't we?

Hello, Mr. Wilson.

How are you?

Fill her up, please.

You either ought
to be more careful

or you oughtn't
to drive at all.

Let the other
people be careful.

It takes two to make
an accident.

Suppose you meet somebody
as careless as yourself.

I hope I never will.

I hate careless people.

That's why I like you.

That'll be 40 cents, please.

Thanks very much.

Myrtle?

Do you remember?

I do.

When an hour alone with you

was an impossibility.

My parents...

No.

Other officers.

Driving up to your great house,

honking,

calling out for you.

I remember one on the porch...

waiting in darkness
so complete

I couldn't see his face.

They meant nothing.

An hour of your time...
one hour...

away from the others.

Now you have it, Jay.

All those officers,
what were their names?

Do you remember their names?

Parts of their names.

Not their faces.

Silly young men... so silly...

to let an 18-year-old girl
into their hearts.

Sentimental.

You were never sentimental, Jay.

I can't believe it's all here...

everything that's
happened to me.

I collected them.

Your debut after the Armistice,

pictures of you
in shining cars...

every ball you attended.

I wore out
a hundred pairs of slippers.

Come and sit by me, Jay.

I will.

Why do you stand or sit
as far away from me as possible?

I find it...

difficult.

To be close to me?

It's been a very long time

since I've been able
to look at you.

Oh...

I wish you had
your uniform still.

I would wear
the same gown I wore

when you were my favorite beau,
Jay.

We would dance right here

in the great hall
of this preposterous house

of yours, Jay Gatsby.

My sweet young
Lieutenant Jay Gatsby.

I do still have my uniform.

Then you are a sentimental man.

And Tom?

Did you love him?

Tom who?

Tom, your husband.

I know who you're referring to.

Why did you marry Tom, Daisy?

I don't want to talk
about Tom.

Or my wedding.

It makes me sad,
and I want to be happy.

You used to like
to make me happy.

You didn't love him.

It was fine for you, wasn't it?

Crowding into my life.

Riding in my white car.

Wearing your romantic uniform

that hid who you were
or where you came from.

Breaking my heart
with your impossible love.

And then going off to your great
adventure overseas, leaving...

I told you I'd come back
for you, in my letter.

You said you'd wait.

I'd waited so long.

We were so close

in our month of love.

Why did you marry him?

Mr. Tom Buchanan,

son of Mr. Tom Buchanan
of Chicago, Illinois,

blew into my life
with more pomp and circumstance

than Louisville
ever knew before.

He came down
with a hundred people

in four private railroad cars.

He hired a whole floor
of the Muhlbach Hotel.

He... he just blinded me
with excitement.

He gave you a string of pearl

valued at $350,000.

Jordan Baker told
you that, didn't she?

Traitor.

Well, what else did
she tell you?

Did she tell you
how she found me that night,

lying there in my hotel room,
drunk as a monkey,

with a bottle of sauterne
in one hand?

And... and...

My letter in the other.

"I never had a drink before,"
I said,

"but, oh, how I do enjoy it."

And I... I pulled
the $350,000 string of pearls

out of the wastepaper basket
where I had dropped them

and said, "Here, dearest.

"You take these downstairs
and give them back

"to whoever from Chicago
they belong to,

"and tell him... tell them all...
that Daisy's changed her mind.

Daisy's changed her mind."

The next day, at 5:00,
you married Tom Buchanan

without so much as a shiver.

You know what Jordan did?

She ran a cold tub
and dropped me into it,

dress and all.

And I couldn't stop crying.

But I wouldn't
let go of the letter...

your letter.

I hung on to it
and hung on to it

until it came to
pieces in the water.

Melted away like snow.

Why?

Why didn't you wait for me?

Because...

rich girls don't marry
poor boys, Jay Gatsby.

Haven't you heard?

Rich girls don't marry
poor boys.

Well, I see the Chester Beckers
are here...

and the Leeches.

Uh-oh, there's that man Bensen...

I knew him at Yale.

How are you?

Good evening.
How are you?

Despised him.

The Hornbeams, Willie Voltaire.
How are you?

Tom, how are you?
Nice to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good God, look.

A whole clan of Blackbucks
already gathered in the corner.

Flipping their noses up.

Practically
all of East Egg here.

- Hello.
- Ismays, how are you?

Oh, Mr. Christie, sir,
how are you?

Nice to see you.

You know my wife, Daisy.

- Jordan Baker.
- Hello.

Mr. And Mrs. Christie.

Hammerheads, too.

Oh, look, Beluga,
the tobacco importer.

And Beluga's girls.

This is mixed company.

West Eggers.

I recognize some of them.

Mrs. Pole...

and Mr. And Mrs. Mulready
right behind them.

Oh, look, darling, over there.

Cecil Roebuck.

Cecil Schoel right there.

This is Gulick in the blue suit,
the state senator.

And that's G. Earl Muldoon,
brother of the Muldoon

who strangled his wife.

There's James B.
"Rot-gut" Ferrett.

Oh, look here,
young Nick Carraway.

Been seeing an awful lot
of this Gatsby fellow lately.

Nick.

How are you, Nick?

Fine.

Nice to see you.

Daisy, you look lovely.

You, too, Jordan.

Thank you.

What about me?

Tom, I'm leaving you
for Nick.

We're running away
to Africa.

Very nice.

These things excite me so.

If you want to kiss me any time
during the evening, Nick,

just let me know and I'll be
glad to arrange it for you.

Just mention my name

or present a green card,
I'm giving out green car...

Jay Gatsby.

I'm so happy to see you.

I believe we've met somewhere
before, Mr. Buchanan.

Absolutely right.

I remember it very well.

About three weeks ago.

Absolutely right.
I just told you that.

You were with Nick here.

You must see many
faces of people

you've heard about
or know here tonight.

Yes.

Actually, we don't know
a soul here.

Senator Evans.
Mrs. Buchanan...

How do you do?

...and Mr. Buchanan,
the polo player.

How do you do?

Colonel.

I've never seen so many
celebrities.

Oh, I like that man
with the sort of blue nose.

Oh, he's a rather
small producer.

Oh.
Well, I like him anyhow.

I'd a little rather not be
the polo player.

He'd rather look at all
these famous people incognito.

They're in some
new Broadway show.

Go ahead.

And if you want to write
down any addresses,

here's my little gold pencil.

Daisy...

It's all right.
You have my permission.

Jordan will chaperone.

You'll keep watch, won't you?

In case there's a fire,
a flood or an act of God.

Kiss me.

Hiya, Buchanan.

Sharks in my hair!

There are sharks in my hair!

Have you seen Daisy?

No, I haven't.

But Jordan told me
that she was with you.

She was with Gatsby
and some people.

Tell me something, Nick.

Who's this Gatsby fellow
anyhow?

Some big bootlegger?

I heard he was a
relative of the kaiser.

Nick...

I figure he's just a bootlegger.

A lot of these newly rich people

are just big bootleggers.
Did you know that?

Not Gatsby.

Oh, now... he certainly
must've strained himself

to get this menagerie
together. Coat.

At least
they're more interesting

than the people we know.

Where have you been?

Up dancing.

Love belongs to me...

I don't have to ask
who with, do I, Daisy?

Well, it wasn't Beluga
the tobacco importer.

- Give it to me.
- Dee, da-da

Where is he now, Daisy?

Without a shirt,
without a shirt

Who, Beluga?

No, not Beluga, Gatsby.

He was called to the phone.

- Oh, really?
- From Detroit.

Oh, I'd like to know who
he is and what he does.

And I want you to get
in this car right now.

"Right now."

Right now, Daisy.

Actually, I can tell you
what he does.

He owns some drugstores,
a lot of drugstores.

He built them up himself.

Get in the car please.

Without a shirt,
without a shirt

Daisy, get in the car
right now.

- Good night to you, Nick.
- Get in the car!

Without a shirt, without
a shirt, good night.

See you, Nick.
Good night.

Get in the car.

Without a shirt,
without a shirt.

Thank you for staying, Nick.

She didn't like it.

Of course she did.

She didn't have a good time.

I'll fix everything.

Just the way it was before.

She'll see.

You can't repeat the past.

Can't repeat the past?

Of course you can.

Find out where his
money comes from...

what clubs he belongs to...

who his parents are
and where they live.

And his women.

I want to know
about his women.

Put on your uniform.

That's foolish.

Oh, good.
Let's be foolish.

Put on your uniform

and we'll turn out
all the lights

except for a single candle,

and I'll let you tell me
you love me.

Do you remember that night?

Mm... that still October night.

I felt married to you
ever since.

I knew that
if I could kiss you...

If I could kiss you...

I love you, Jay.

Did you know that I bought
this house

just to be across
the bay from you?

Don't say that.

I'll start to cry again.

Oh, Jay.

It's the color of the light
on your dock.

But...

you know I can't wear it.

You wear it for me.

I'll love you forever.

Kiss me.

Be my lover.

Stay my lover.

I'll be your husband.

Husband and lover.

Oh, hi.

I'm from the New York Journal.

Wanted to ask you
some questions

about your neighbor...

Mr. Gatsby.

What sort of questions?

Oh, you know,
I was just wondering

if you've seen anything
interesting going on.

No.

I've been hearing
his name around the office

quite a lot the last
couple of weeks.

Seems he and Meyer Wolfsheim...

You know that name?

...got something big cooking.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

This is unofficial really.

This is really my day off.

I like to come out here
sometimes on my day off.

If you want to know something,

why don't you try asking
Mr. Gatsby?

It was when curiosity
about Gatsby was at its highest

that the lights in his house

failed to go on
one Saturday night.

Are you closing your place down?

No.

I hear you fired
all your servants.

Daisy comes over quite often
in the afternoon.

I don't want gossip.

You seem to attract it.

They say you killed a man.

Just one?

♪ When you and I were 17 ♪

♪ And life and love were new ♪

♪ The world was just
a field of dreams... ♪

And you?

Have you ever loved
anybody else?

No.

Of course, you could
never love anybody but me.

I love the way you love me.

Do you recall when love was all
and we were 17?

I don't want you to go
home to him anymore.

I want to tell him.

We'll tell him.

I promise.

We'll tell him.

Soon.

I read somewhere that it's...

the Sun's getting hotter
every year.

Seems that the Earth is going
to fall into the Sun.

Actually, it's just
the opposite of that.

The Sun is getting
colder every year.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Davis Goff
is on the telephone.

Ah, yes.

Excuse me.

You know I love you.

You forget there's
a lady present.

Huh? Oh... you kiss
Nick, too.

What a low, vulgar girl.

I don't care.

Mommy! Mommy!

Ah, blessed precious!

Come to your own mother
that loves you.

Now, say how do you do.

How do you do.

Say how do you do.

How do you do.

Aren't you... dream.

You absolute little dream.

Yes.

Aunt Jordan's
got a blue dress, too.

How do you like
Mother's friends, hmm?

Do you think they're pretty?

Where's Daddy?

She doesn't look like
her father.

She looks like me.

She's got my hair,

and the shape of the face.

Come, Pammy.

Good-bye, sweetheart.

Good-bye, Mommy.

Daddy! Daddy!

Oh, how's Daddy's little girl?

Daddy, I met
all Mommy's friends.

Aw, that's my good girl.

Now you run along

and I'll see you later.

Yes.

Well...

what do we do with ourselves
this afternoon?

And the day after that?

And the next 30 years?

Don't be morbid.

Life starts all over again

when things get crisp
in the fall.

But it's so hot!

And everything's so confused.

Let-let's all go to town.

- Huh?
- That's an idea.

Ah.

You look so cool.

You always look so cool.

I mean...

you resemble the advertisement

of the man in the...

All right.

I'm perfectly willing
to go to town.

Why don't we all go
to town?

Come on.

If we're going, let's start.

Let's have some fun!

It's too hot to fuss.

I don't get the idea
of going to town.

Women...

get these notions
in their heads.

Shall we take anything
to drink?

I'll get some whiskey.

I can't say anything
inside his house, old sport.

She's got an indiscreet voice.

It's full of...

It's full of...

Her voice is full of money.

Jay Gatsby.

Shall we take my car?

Is it a standard shift?

Yes.

Then why don't you let me
take your car,

you take mine.

There's not much gas,
I'm afraid.

Oh, there's plenty of gas,
and if we run out,

we can always stop
at a drugstore.

You can buy almost anything
at a drugstore nowadays.

You ought to know that.

Daisy, you come on
ride with me

here in the circus wagon.

No. Um, you take Nick
and Jordan.

Uh, we'll follow.

Come on.

Did you see that?

Did I see what?

I've made a small investigation
of this fellow, you know.

And found he was an Oxford man.

Oxford like hell.

He wears a goddamn pink suit.

Nevertheless, he is
an Oxford man.

Oxford, New Mexico.

Or something like that.

Well, let's have some gas.

I'm sick.

I've been sick all day.

Do I have to help myself?

I'm sorry.

Mr. Buchanan, I was wondering

when you'd let me have
that blue car of yours.

How do you like this one?

I bought it last week.

It's a nice yellow one.

Like to buy it, would you?

Big chance.

No, but I could use the other.

I need money pretty
bad right now.

My wife and I want to go West.

Your wife wants to go?

I just got wised up

to something funny
the last few days.

That's why I need the...

That's why I want to go away.

That's why I've been
bothering you about that car.

That's enough gas.

How much do I owe you?

$1.20.

I'll let you have that car.

I'll send it around
tomorrow afternoon.

I love New York
on summer afternoons

when everyone's away.

There's something very sensuous
about it...

overripe as if all sorts
of funny fruits were gonna

fall into your hands.

Where are we going?

How about the movies?

Oh, it's too hot.

You go. We'll drive around
and meet you after.

We'll meet you on some corner.

I'll be the man
smoking two cigarettes.

Well, obviously, we can't argue
about it here,

so you follow me
to the Plaza Hotel.

We can order five bathrooms
and take cold baths.

Oh, me.

Open another window.

There aren't any more.

Well, we better telephone
room service for an ax.

The thing to do is
to forget about the heat.

You just make it ten times worse
by crabbing about it.

Why not let her alone,
old sport?

You're the one who wanted
to come to town.

That certainly is
a great expression of yours.

What is?

Oh, that "old sport" business.

Where did you pick that up?

Tom, if you're going
to make personal remarks,

I won't stay here a minute.

Imagine marrying
anyone in this heat.

I was married in June.

Mr. Gatsby,

I understand
that you're an Oxford man.

Not exactly.

No, no.

I understood
that you went to Oxford.

I went there, yes.

Mm-hmm.

It was an opportunity
they gave some of the officers

after the Armistice.

Were you in the war,
Mr. Buchanan?

No, I wasn't in the war.

I'd like to know
what kind of row it is

you're trying to cause
in my house.

He isn't causing a row.

You're causing a row.

Please, have a little
self-control.

Self-control?

Have a little self-control?

I suppose the latest thing is
to just sit back and relax

while Mr. Nobody from Nowhere
makes love to your wife.

Is that it?

Well, if that is it, Daisy,
count me out.

Because let me make myself clear
about one thing.

Nowadays, people begin

by sneering at family life

and family institutions,

and before you know it,

they'll throw
all that overboard,

and we'll have intermarriage

between black and white.

We're all white here.

I've got something
to tell you, old sport.

Oh, please, don't.

No, Daisy, listen.

Oh, please.

Let's all go home.

- No, no.
- Let's all go home, please.

Nobody's going home.

I'm going
to sit down right here...

and I'll listen to what it is

that Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.

Yes.

Thank you.

Sir.

Well...

Your wife doesn't love you.

She's never loved you.

She loves me.

You must be crazy.

The only reason she married you
was because I was poor,

and she was tired
of waiting,

and that was a mistake.

But in her heart,

she's never loved anyone
except me.

Now that's a goddamn lie.

Sit down, Jordan, Nick.

Daisy loved me
when she married me,

- and she loves me now.
- No.

And what's more,
I love her now.

I'll admit
that every now and then

she gets a little confused
and gets involved in things

she doesn't really understand.

But I also have been known

to go off on a spree or two
in my life

and make a goddamn fool
of myself,

but I have always come back,

and in my heart,
I always love her.

You are revolting!

Do you remember
why we left Chicago?

Huh?

I'm surprised you
don't tell the story

of that little spree of yours.

Daisy, just tell him
the truth.

Just tell him.

Tell him you never loved him,

and it'll all be wiped out,
forever.

Why...

how could I love him...

possibly?

I nev...

You never loved him.

I never loved him.

Not on our honeymoon?

No!

And not that day

that I picked you up
in my arms,

and I carried you...

all the way down
from the Punch Bowl

so that your little feet
wouldn't even get wet?

Open a window.

Daisy.

Daisy, I love you.

Oh, please, don't.

Oh!

You want too much!

I love you now...
isn't that enough?

I can't help what's passed.

I did love him once,
but I loved you, too.

You loved me... too?

There are things

between Daisy and me
that you'll never know...

things that neither one of us
can ever forget.

Darling, I'm going to take
better care of you

from now on, too.

You don't seem to understand.

You're not going to take care
of her anymore.

I'm not? Why is that?

Daisy's leaving you.

I am, though.

No...

She's not leaving me...

certainly not
for a common swindler

who'd have to steal the ring
to put on her finger.

No!

- No!
- Daisy!

Daisy.

And I know
what your drugstores are!

He and Meyer Wolfsheim
bought up street drugstores

here and in East Chicago to sell
alcohol over the counter!

But the drugstores

are just small change!

He's got something new
with Wolfsheim now...

something everyone's afraid
to talk about!

Well, he's lost her now.

Want any of this stuff?

Nick?

Jordan?

- Nick?
- What?

Want any?

No.

This presumptuous little
flirtation is over.

I just realized...

He doesn't know her
like I know her.

...today is my birthday.

I'm 30.

Give me that key!

Give me that key!

You stay right here
until we go West, Myrtle,

like you always wanted.

I never wanted to go anywhere
with you!

You were crazy about
going West, Myrtle.

Crazy?!

The only crazy I was

was when I married you!

You did marry me, Myrtle.

I thought you were a gentleman.

Wasn't till afterwards
I found out

you weren't fit to lick my shoe.

Myrtle...

You didn't even have
your own suit

to get married in,
and you never even told me!

I couldn't help it because I
couldn't afford to buy a suit.

What you're trying to
do is not right, Myrtle.

I'm a trusting kind of fella.

I don't think no harm in nobody,

but when I know a thing,

I know it.

Maybe you think
you can fool me, Myrtle.

Maybe you can...

...but you can't fool God.

God sees everything.

That's an advertisement.

You're so dumb

you don't know you're alive.

I'm not so dumb
that I don't know

what's right from what's wrong.

Myrtle!

Are you all right?

- Myrtle, are you okay?
- Get away from me!

Ooh, Myrtle, stop.

No, no. No. Don't.

A wreck.

That's good.

Wilson'll finally have
some business at last.

We'll just pull in
and have a look.

Just a look.

I just know I saw somebody.

- M-A-V-O...
- No, no... R. Mavrog.

- R-O...
- Listen to me.

- G.
- Could you listen to me?

- What do you want, fella?
- I want to know what happened.

And auto hit her...
instantly killed.

She ran into the road.

Son of a bitch
didn't even stop his car.

There was two cars:

One coming, one going, see?

Going where?

One going each way.

Oh, God, oh, God.

Please.

God. Please...

It was a big yellow car.

A big yellow car,
uh... it's new.

You see the accident?

- Yeah, I seen it...
- Hold it just a minute.

No, but the car passed
down the road

going faster than
40... going 50, 60.

He going through there fast.

That's right.
He left real fast.

Which-which way did the car go?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

My... God.

Oh.

Oh.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Her left breast was torn off.

Son of a bitch.

He didn't even stop his car.

You know that?

Daisy's home.

Nick, why don't you
come on in

and let them get you
something to eat,

and then you can take
the car on... home.

There's nothing more
we can do tonight.

Won't you come in, Nick?

No.

Nick...

Good night, Nick.

Good night.

What are you doing?

Just standing here.

Did you see any
trouble on the road?

Yes.

- Was she killed?
- Yes.

I thought so.

I told Daisy I thought so.

Why didn't you stop?

It was a terrible shock
for Daisy.

Daisy?

Christ.

I just want to wait here

and make sure
he doesn't try to bother her.

He won't touch her.

He's not thinking
about her.

I don't trust him, old sport.

I'll wait all night,
if necessary.

Maybe you got some friend
I could telephone for, George?

I knew there was something.

You got a church
you go to sometimes?

I knew it that time she
came back from New York

with her nose all
busted and bleeding.

Maybe I could call up
the church

and get a priest
to come over.

To talk to you, see?

I don't belong to any.

Oh.

You ought to have
a church, George,

for times like this.

You must've gone to church once.

Didn't you get married
in a church?

A long time ago.

Look in that drawer there.

She had it wrapped
up in tissue paper

in a place where
she hides things.

We ain't got a dog.

She ain't got a dog.

She's got a dog leash
with diamonds on it.

Oh, my God.

He killed her.

Who killed her, George?

He murdered her.

It was an accident.

It was the man in the car.

She said he was coming
for her.

Then he didn't stop.

Maybe I ought
to call up the church.

Which church should I call,
George?

I'll go find out
some names of churches, George.

I told her...

God sees everything.

I'll read
some names of churches.

I'm sorry.

I'll take it back.

All right?

I'll make it right.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Nick.

Nothing happened.

I waited till about 4:00,
she came to the window...

just stood a minute
and then turned out the light.

Have you got a cigarette?

Just one.

We'll share it.

Can you imagine what this old
island must've looked like

to those Dutch sailors
when they first saw it?

Fresh green.

Like a dream of a new world.

They must've held their breath,

afraid it would disappear
before they could touch it.

You didn't see that woman?

Christ, Gatsby,
she was ripped open

and you drove off.

All I can see is Daisy.

All I can think about is Daisy.

God, she was so frightened.

I tried to grab for
the wheel, but she...

It was Daisy?

Daisy was driving?

She was very nervous
when we left New York.

She thought it would
help steady her to drive.

This woman rushed out at us.

It all happened in a second.

It... it seemed
she recognized the car.

It seemed like she wanted to...
to speak to us.

Thought... thought we were
somebody that she knew.

Daisy's never really needed me
before, don't you see?

I don't think
she ever loved him.

That house of hers
in Louisville...

it's the most beautiful house
I'd ever seen.

All that... crystal
and... silver.

It was full of a kind of...

It was...

a bit...

You must remember,
old sport,

that she was very excited.

He tried to make me look
like some kind of cheap sharper.

She didn't know
what she was saying.

Of course,
she might have loved him...

for a minute,
when they were first married.

But loved me more even then,
you see?

In any case,
it was just personal.

I think you ought
to go away for awhile.

Up to Montreal,
or someplace safe.

Go away? Now?

Just till it all blows over.

I can't leave.

She'll be coming

just as soon
as she can get away.

I suppose so.

You stay right there.

I'll handle this.

Who is that man,
do you know?

That's Mr. Wilson, ma'am,

from the garage
up by the big sign.

Now, Pammy,

you must wear that dress.

I won't!

Come along, you must do
as you're told.

If you don't,
I shall tell your mama.

Mama, Mama!

I won't, I won't!

Mommy, Mommy, I don't want
to wear this dress.

I hate this color,
I hate this color.

Hush, bless you, hush.

Just don't cry.

Don't cry.

Beautiful little fools

can wear whatever color
they like.

Summer's almost over.

Sad, isn't it?

Makes you want to...

I don't know, reach out and...

hold it back.

There'll be other summers.

How about a swim?

Maybe later.

Hmm.

I'll give you a call
around noon.

Fine, old sport.

I'll be at the pool.

Nick?

Thank you.

They're a rotten crowd.

You're worth the whole
damn bunch put together.

♪ When you and I were 17 ♪

♪ And life and love were new ♪

♪ The world was
just a field of green ♪

♪ 'Neath smiling skies of blue ♪

♪ That golden spring
when I was king ♪

♪ And you, my wonderful queen ♪

♪ Do you recall
when love was all ♪

♪ When we were 17? ♪

Daisy?

Daisy?

I will remember
the rest of that day

only as an endless drill
of police and photographers

and newspapermen
in and out of Gatsby's house.

A rope stretched
across the main gate

and a policeman by it
kept out the curious,

but little boys soon discovered

they could enter
through my yard,

and there were always
a few of them clustered

openmouthed about the pool.

Mrs. Buchanan, please.

We'll have to get instructions
from someone.

We haven't been able to locate
any next of kin.

Well, there's
a West Egg ordinance...

- When do you expect her?
- Just a moment.

In three days,
that body gets shipped...

I'll give the instructions.

- Who's this?
- He's a neighbor.

Have you any idea
how I can reach them?

- What neighbor?
- Next door.

I was his friend.

Thank you.

All I could think of was his
extraordinary gift for hope:

A romantic readiness

such as I have never found
in any other person,

and which it is not likely
I shall ever find again.

The following day,
I phoned Wolfsheim.

I was sure he would come
to the funeral,

but all he said was,

"Let us learn to show
our friendship for a man

"when he is alive,
and not after he is dead.

After that, my rule
is to let everything alone."

I remembered him
saying that before.

But I was waiting for a letter

or a phone call from Daisy.

Is this...

Is this...

my son's house?

I saw it
in the Chicago newspapers.

He was in all the Chicago
newspapers.

L-I didn't know how
to reach you, Mr. Gatsby.

Course...

we was...

broke up...

when he run...

from home...

but I see now...

there was a reason for it.

He knew he had a big future
in front of him.

Ever since he...

made a success...

he was very generous
to me.

He was only a young man...

...but he had a lot
of brain power...

here.

If he'd lived...

he'd have helped...

build up the country.

Yes, that's true.

It just...

It just shows you how his...

It just shows you.

Who is this girl?

I didn't know what you'd want,
Mr. Gatsby.

Gatz is my name.

Mr. Gatz.

I thought you might want
to take the body West.

Jimmy always liked
it better down East.

He rose to his
position in the East.

He had a lot of friends here.

Are you one of his
friends, Mister, uh...

We were close friends.

I found this.

It's a book he had

when he was a boy.

It just shows you.

Schedule...

of resolves.

One:

Practice elocution...

poise...

and how to attain it.

Two:

Study...

needed...

inventions.

Three:

Save $5.

He crossed that out...

to $3 per week.

Four:

No more smoking

or chewing.

Five:

Be better to parents.

One God, world without end.

Amen.

She didn't send flowers.

No message... nothing.

How could she, Nick?

She could've done something
if she wanted to.

They're careless people...
Tom and Daisy.

They smash things up,
and then they retreat

back into their money, or...

their vast carelessness,

or whatever it is
that keeps them together...

leaving other people
to clean up the mess.

I had lunch with them today.

- Oh?
- They're staying here.

They're going to Europe
for a few weeks

while the new house
is being prepared.

I'm going away, too...

only I'm going back West.

I'm too squeamish and provincial
for the East.

Is that why you threw me over?

Something about...

bad drivers?

And taking two
to make an accident.

Nick, how are you?

Nice to see you.

Aren't you going
to shake my hand?

What's the matter with him?

What did you tell Wilson, Tom?

Wilson?

I told him the truth.

If I hadn't told him
who owned the car,

he would've killed me.

Nick...

Gatsby had it coming to him.

He ran over Myrtle like
you'd run over a dog

and never even bothered
to stop his car.

Nick...

I've had my share
of suffering, too,

you know.

I went back to
Myrtle's flat...

and I looked at that little box
of dog biscuits,

and I sat down and
cried like a baby.

Tom...

don't you realize...?

Nick?

Nick.

How lovely to see you.

L-l-I've been meaning
to call you for days,

but l-I've been so busy
with the new house...

you can't imagine.

You have to promise
to come and see us

just as soon as we get back.

You'll be our first guest.

Promise.

We've got to
go, darling.

- Nick... See you, Jordan.
- You know how I love

to see you at my table.

Oh, Daisy.

I thought of Gatsby's wonder
when he first picked out

the green light
at the end of Daisy's dock.

He had come a long way
to this lawn,

and his dream
must've seemed so close

that he could hardly fail
to grasp it.

He did not know
that it was already behind him.

♪ Ev'ry morning, ev'ry evening,
ain't we got fun?

♪ Not much money, oh, but, honey,
ain't we got fun?

♪ The rent's unpaid, dear,
We haven't a bus

♪ But smiles were made, dear,
for people like us

♪ In the winter, in the summer,
don't we have fun?

♪ Times are bum and getting bummer,
still we have fun

♪ There's nothing surer, the rich get rich
and the poor get children

♪ In the meantime, in between time,
ain't we got fun?

♪ Landlord's mad and getting madder,
ain't we got fun?

♪ Times are bad and getting badder,
still we have fun!

♪ There's nothing surer, the rich get rich
and the poor get laid off

♪ In the meantime, in between time,
ain't we got fun? ♪

♪ When you and I were seventeen

♪ And life and love were new

♪ The world was just a field of green

♪ 'Neath the smiling skies of blue ♪