The Great Gatsby Page #7

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of churches, George.

I told her... God sees everything.

I'll read some names of churches.

I didn't mean it... I didn't mean it.

I warned her.

I'm sorry.

I'll fix it right.

All right? I'll make it right.

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.

She stood a minute

and then turned out the light.

Have you got a cigarette?

Just one.

We'll share it.

Imagine what this island looked

like when those Dutch sailors first saw it.

Fresh green...

Like a dream of a new world.

They must have held their breath,

afraid it would disappear

before they could touch it.

You didn't see that woman.

She was ripped open, and you drove off!

All I can see is Daisy.

All I can think about is Daisy.

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.

It happened in a second.

It seems she recognised the car.

It seemed like she wanted

to speak to us.

Thought we were somebody she knew.

Daisy's never really needed me before.

I don't think

she ever loved him.

That house of hers in Louisville...

It was the most beautiful house

I'd ever seen.

All that crystal

and silver.

It was full of a kind of...

It was...

It...

You must remember, old sport,

that she was very excited.

He tried to make me look like a 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.

You ought to go away a while,

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.

Pammy, you must

wear that dress.

I won't!

Do as you're told.

If you don't, I'll tell your mother.

- Mummy!

- Be a good girl.

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

I hate this colour!

Hush, blessed precious, don't cry!

Don't cry!

Beautiful little fools can wear

whatever colour 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?

- I'll call you 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.

I love you, Jay.

You know I love you-

Daisy?

Daisy?

I'll remember the rest of that day

as an endless drill

of police and photographers

and newspapermen,

in and out of Gatsby's house.

A rope across the main gate, and

a policeman by it, kept out the curious.

But little boys discovered

they could enter by my yard.

There were always a few of them,

open-mouthed, about the pool.

Mrs Buchanan, please.

- We need instructions from someone.

- Can't find any next of kin.

- There's a very strict ordinance.

- When do you expect her?

- If there's no instructions...

- I'll give the instructions.

- Who's this?

- He's the neighbour.

Any idea how I can reach them?

- What neighbour?

- Next door.

I can't say.

I was his friend.

The Buchanans

left this afternoon.

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 show friendship for a man

when he's alive, not after he's 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.

I didn't know how to reach you,

Mr Gatsby.

Of course...

We was broke up

when he went 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 his 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.

I just...

It just shows you, all this.

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, Mr...

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...

"Practise elocution,

"poise, and how to attain it.

"Two...

"Study needed

"inventions.

"Three...

"Save five dollars. " He crossed that out,

said three dollars...

. . per week.

No more smoking or chewing.

Be better to parents."

...one God,

world without end. Amen.

She didn't send flowers,

no message, nothing.

- How could she?

- She could, if she'd wanted.

They're careless people,

Tom and Daisy.

They smash things up

and retreat into their money,

or vast carelessness, or whatever it is

that keeps them together,

leaving other people

to clean up the mess.

I had lunch with them today.

They're going to Europe for a few weeks

while their new house

is being prepared.

I'm going away too,

only I'm going back West.

- I'm too squeamish 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 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 realise...

Nick!

How lovely to see you!

I've been meaning

to call you for days,

but I've been so busy with the house,

you can't imagine.

You have to come and see us

as soon as we get back.

You'll be our first guest. Promise.

We've got to go. Nick, Jordan.

You know how I love

to see you at my table.

Daisy!

I thought of Gatsby's wonder

when he first saw

the green light

at the end of Daisy's dock.

He had come a long way to this lawn.

His dream must have seemed so close

that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

He did not know

that it was already behind him.

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