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EXT. BUCHANAN RESIDENCE - AFTERNOON
Tom ushers Nick into a large room marked by open French windows on both ends. Inside sits a couch, upon is two young women.
TOM BUCHANAN, A STIRDY STRAW HAIRED MAN AND WHAT SOME MAY CALL AN ASS.
Well, go inside.
INT. BUCHANAN RESIDENCE - AFTERNOON
DAISY BUCHANAN, A WHITE WELL TO DO LADY SITTING ON THE COUCH, LEGS CROSSED. LAUGHING EVERY SO SLIGHTLY AS SHE BEGINS SPEAKING.
I'm p-paralyzed with happiness.
DAISY, LAUGHS AGAIN PULLS NICK CLOSER MURMURING TO HIM AND MOTIONING WITH HER EYES TO THE WOMEN SITTING NET TO HER.
This is my good friend, Miss Baker.
NICK, LOOKS OVER MISS BAKER, BUT RETURNS HIS ATTENTION TO DAISY.
DAISY, RECLINES BACK ON THE COUCH.
Nick, pray tell, how was your trip here to the east?
NICK
As any should expect, although, I stopped in Chicago to spend time with some friends. They all wish you their love, Daisy.
DAISY, EXCITED, SMILING.
They do miss me then?
NICK
The whole town is desolate without you. All the cars have left the rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there's a persistent wail all nigh along the north shore.
TOM, HAVING CLOSED THE WINDOWS MEANDERS ABOUT THE ROOM.
DAISY, TURNING TO FACE TOM.
How gorgeous! Lets go back Tom. To-morrow!
DAISY, TURNING BACK TO NICK.
You ought to see the baby.
NICK
I'd like to.
DAISY
She's asleep now. she's three years old. Surely you've seen her before Nick?
NICK
No, never.
DAISY
Well, you ought to see her. She's-
TOM, RESTS HIS HAND ON NICKS SHOULDER AND INTERRUPTS DAISY.
What you doing, Nick?
NICK
I'm a bond man.
TOM
With who?
NICK
James, James Bonds.
TOM, DISMISSING NICK.
Never heard of them.
NICK, SHAKEN BUT NOT STIRED BY TOMS RESPONSE.
You will, that is, if you stay in the East.
TOM, GLANCING AT DAISY THEN BACK TO NICK.
Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry. I'd be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.
MISS BAKER, SUDDENLY INTERRUPTING.
Absolutely!
MISS BAKER, YAWNS AND STANDS UP.
I'm stiff, I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.
DAISY
Don't look at me, I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.
MISS BAKER, MOVING TO GRAB A COCKTAIL.
No, thanks! I'm absolutely in training.
TOM, CONSUMING HIS DRINK IN ONE FELL SWOOP.
You are! How you ever get anything done is beyond me.
MISS BAKER
You live in West Egg don't you Nick? I know somebody there.
NICK
I don't know a single-
MISS BAKER, INTERRUPTING NICK.
You must know Gatsby.
DAISY
Gatsby? What Gatsby?
MISS BAKER
The Gatsby.
Tom wrangles his arm under Nicks, compelling out of the room.
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