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beautiful white hand rises from behind the couch, and with

it, a low, thrilling voice...

9.

DAISY (O.S.)

Oh Nicky... Is that you my lovely?

Suddenly, 23 year old DAISY BUCHANAN, appears from over theback of the couch. Her bright eyes and passionate mouth areframed by a strawberry-blonde bob.

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Daisy, captivating...

NICK (V.O.)

Daisy Buchanan. The golden girl. Abreathless warmth flowed from her.

A promise that there was no oneelse in the world she so wanted to

see...

She whispers dramatically...

DAISY:

Do they miss me in Chicago?

NICK:

Oh, yes. About a dozen people sendtheir love.

DAISY:

(unimpressed)

How gorgeous.

NICK:

They’re absolutely in mourning...

They’re crying...

DAISY:

No-

NICK:

They’re wailing...

DAISY:

No-

NICK:

They’re screaming, they’re

shouting...

DAISY:

No-

NICK:

“Daisy Buchanan, we can’t livewithout you!”

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DAISY:

I'm p-paralyzed with happiness...!

Daisy takes Nick’s hand and squeals with childish glee as shedrags him over the sofa and onto his back on the floor.

He stares up... And, a mysterious, athletic girl glares back.

This is 22 year old, JORDAN BAKER.

DAISY (CONT’D)

Jordan Baker; a very famous golfer.

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Nick, the blood drains from his face...

NICK (V.O.)

She was the most frightening personI’d ever seen-

Nick rights himself and extends his hand.

NICK:

I’ve seen your face on the cover of“Sporting Life”. Nick Carraway...

But Jordan merely yawns and stands (we get a good look).

NICK (V.O.)

But I enjoyed looking at her.

JORDAN:

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

Daisy turns to Nick with scandalous delight.

DAISY:

I know! This summer I'll sort of,

fling you and Jordan together...

As Tom prepares drinks at the bar, he glances skittishly at awhite telephone set ostentatiously upon a marble pedestal.

DAISY (CONT’D)

I’ll push you into linen closets,

and out to sea in boats...

JORDAN:

I’m not listening to a word!

Irritated, Tom turns to Nick.

TOM:

Nick, Daisy tells me you’re over atWest Egg;

(MORE)

11.

TOM (CONT'D)

throwing your lot in with thosesocial-climbing, primitive NewMoney types...?

NICK:

Well, my little shack is cardboardbox at eighty a month.

DAISY:

Your life is adorable.

Jordan toys with a golf club, and speaks with bored contempt.

JORDAN:

I know somebody in West Egg.

NICK:

I don't know a single-Jordan

turns dramatically.

JORDAN:

Oh, you must know Gatsby.

Daisy, a sharp intake of breath.

DAISY:

Gatsby?

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Daisy, as she struggles to control rising emotion.

DAISY (CONT’D)

What Gatsby...?

Before anyone can reply, Henri announces-HENRI

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