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NICK
JORDAN Nick. I’m sorry, I swore I wouldn’t tell. The car takes off and Nick is left staring; mystified... A voice startles him. GATSBY Sorry to keep her from you, old sport. Don't forget; we're going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning. Herzog appears behind Gatsby. HERZOG Philadelphia on the phone, sir. Gatsby nods, then smiles that intoxicating smile. GATSBY Good night, old sport... NICK Good night. Thank you. Gatsby nods warmly, and turns inside. As Nick walks away he is confronted by a bizarre scene: a big crowd gathers around a COUPÉ, resting on its side in a ditch. SUDDENLY! Owl Eyes pops from the wreck. He leers drunkenly... OWL EYES Whazza matter!? We run outta gas!? The beep of a horn catches Nick’s attention. Jordan, leaning out of the window of her car as it sweeps away, calls to him. JORDAN Come and see me... We’ll have tea! I’m in the phone-book! Nick waves, smiles, and cuts across the lawn. CLOSE ON: Nick. As he reaches the stone-pass separating his yard from Gatsby’s, he stops; a familiar feeling...