The Great Gatsby Page #6

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We can't argue about it here,

so you follow me to the Plaza Hotel.

We can order five bathrooms

and take cold baths!

Me!

Open another window!

- There aren't any more.

- Then we'd better phone for an axe!

The thing to do

is to forget about the heat.

You make it worse by crabbing about it.

Why not let her alone, old sport?

You wanted to come to town.

- That's a great expression of yours.

- What is?

That "old sport" business.

Where'd you get that?

Tom, if you 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.

It was an opportunity

they gave officers after the Armistice.

Were you in the war?

No, I wasn't in the war.

I want to know what kind of row

you're trying to cause.

He isn't causing a row, you are!

Please, have a little self-control.

Self-control?

Have a little self-control?

I suppose the latest thing

is to 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.

People begin by sneering at family life,

and family institutions,

and before you know it,

we'll have intermarriage

between black and white!

- We're all white here.

- I've got something to tell you.

- Please, don't!

- Listen...

- Please, let's all go home.

- No, no!

- Let's all go home.

- 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're crazy.

- She married you because I was poor.

She was tired of waiting,

it was a mistake.

- She's never loved anyone except me.

- That's a goddamn lie.

Daisy loved me when she married me.

She loves me now and I love her now.

I'll admit she gets confused and involved

in things she doesn't understand.

I also have been known to go on a spree

and make a 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?

Why don't you tell the story

of that little spree?

Just tell him the truth. Just tell him!

Tell him you never loved him

and it will all be wiped out. Forever!

How could I love him possibly? I...

- 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 your little feet wouldn't get wet?

Open a window!

Daisy...

- Daisy, I love you.

- Please, don't.

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.

Loved me, too?

There are things between Daisy

and me you'll never know.

Things that neither one of us

can ever forget.

I'm going to take better care of you now.

You're not taking care of her any more.

- I'm not? Why's that?

- Daisy's leaving you.

I am, though.

No...

She's not leaving me.

Certainly not for a swindler who'd

have to steal a ring to put on her finger.

No!

- Leave me alone!

- Daisy!

And I know what your drugstores are!

He and Meyer Wolfsheim

bought up drugstores,

to sell alcohol over the counter.

But they're just small change.

He's got something new with Wolfsheim

that 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 realised...

He doesn't know her

like I know her.

Today is my birthday.

I'm 30.

- Gimme that key!

- Stay here until we go West.

- Like you wanted.

- I never wanted to go with you!

You was crazy about going West.

The only crazy I was

was when I married you!

You did marry me, Myrtle.

I thought you were a gentleman.

I found out you aren't fit to lick my shoe!

You didn't even have your own suit to

get married in, and you never 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 fellow.

I don't think no harm to 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 I don't know

what's right from what's wrong.

Myrtle!

Are you all right?

Get away from me!

No!

Wreck.

That's good.

Wilson'll finally have

some business at last.

We'll just pull in and have a look.

Just a look.

- M-A-V-O...

- No, R. Mavro.

- R-O...

- Could you listen to me?

- What do you want?

- What happened?

An auto hit her. Instantly killed.

She ran into the road. Swine didn't stop.

There were two cars.

One coming, one going, see?

- Going where?

- One going each way.

God!

It was a big yellow car.

A big yellow car. New.

- You see the accident?

- Yeah...

- Hold it...

- No.

The car passed down the road,

going faster than 40. Going 50, 60.

- Going through here fast.

- Which way did it go?

God.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Her left breast was torn off.

Son of a b*tch!

He didn't even stop his car.

You know that?

Daisy's home.

Nick, why not come in

and have 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...

- Goodnight, Nick.

- '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 when she came back

with her nose all bust 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.

You ought to have a church, George,

for times like this.

You must have gone to church once.

Didn't you get married in a church?

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.

My God!

Then 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

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