Nick pulls Jesse aside, making Gatsby and everyone look towards them. Nick places his arm around Jesse like they were of old friends, while he waved to the crowd in the room.
"We'll be right back." Nick tells the crowd, then led Jesse from the room. Nick and Jesse make their way outside, from the opulent mansion, to the beach where they had fun earlier. There, they strolled the water's edge, where Nick would tell Jesse.
"Jesse, I have something to tell you about Gatsby... You see, Gatsby's real name was... James Gatz."
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Nick tells his story to Jesse... "His parents were dirt-poor farmers from North Dakota...he grew up in a dilapidated hut, that had been shrouded in a storm of dust..." Young Gatz appears, barefoot, at a dusty desk, surrounded by tattered books, strange charts, and lists. He is practicing his signature..."But he never accepted them as his parents at all..."
Young Gatz turns from his writing, and looks through a hole in the roof towards the infinite heavens...
"In his own imagination, he was... a Son of God... Destined for future glory..." The silhouette of teenage Gatz, now 16 years old, disappears into the hills...
"Chasing this destiny, a sixteen year old Gatz ran far, far away." A handsome 17 year old Young Gatsby, in a torn jersey and dirty canvas pants, rowing with all his might.
"One afternoon, off the coast of Lake Superior, he spotted a yacht in peril..." Young Gatsby lets the row boat drift close to a magnificent yacht. Wind is whipping whitecaps on the bay.
"He rowed out and rescued the vessel, and its captain, who was an alcoholic millionaire by the name of Dan Cody..." The bleary face of Dan Cody appears at the yacht's railing.
"Whadzamatta...? Cody asked, and is very drunk. Young Gatsby calls urgently.
"Sir! The shoal here's real bad, this wind could drag you onto it..." Cody waves a dismissive arm...
"Whaderathinkyerdoin..., old sport?" He collapses, dead drunk.
"So what did Gatsby do?" Jesse asked, throwing a stone, watching it skip on the surface...
"Oh, young Gatsby; he had a plan forming... This was his opportunity, and he seized it." Springing into action, he clambers onto the yacht.
"I decided right then and there to call myself: Jay Gatsby!" Young Gatsby hoists the sail as the storm rages around him.
"He sailed the yacht out of danger - and into his future..." A perfect sunny day, Young Gatsby and Cody are sailing. "Gatsby showed skill and ambition, and for five years they sailed the world..." Nick imitated Gatsby's voice, "He was alright, old Dan, he taught me everything..."
Young Gatsby, now transformed, models a suit in the mirror.
"How to dress, act, and speak like a gentleman..." Nick says, trying his best to imitate what Gatsby wouldv'e done in his yuoger years. He looks squarely at himself, and repeats a mantra.
"Gatsby. Jay Gatsby. A pleasure to meet you, sir. Gatsby. Jay Gatsby. Gatsby. Jay Gatsby." Young Gatsby stands at the bow, as the yacht cut across the clear blue ocean... He turns to Cody and calls...
"She looks well, doesn't she...!? Old sport." The yacht sails toward the golden sun...
"Gatsby hoped to inherit Cody's fortune... But when Cody died, Gatsby was cheated out of his inheritance by Cody's family... He'd been left with an ability to play the gentleman, but he was once again dirt poor." Piles and piles of New York City newspapers swirl rapidly, with their headlines blaring:
GATBSY'S STAGGERING WEALTH - MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!
"By midsummer Gatsby was front page news..."
GATSBY BUYING OUR CITY? INVESTMENT MONOPOLY FUELS CONCERNS
JAY CASHES IN! GATSBY STRIKES WALL STREET GOLD!
GATSBY INVESTS IN SKYSCRAPERS!
JAY PAYS FOR EVERYTHING: PARTIES, GALAS, PARKS, SCHOOLS!
WALL STREETS KING? MEET JAY GATSBY! A final newspaper reads: WHERE'S THE MONEY FROM!? MYSTERY MILLIONS SPARK WILD RUMORS
Another glittering party.
"Where did the money comes from?" Jesse asked.
"Decadent, grotesque images of drunken revellers...That's what all of New York wanted to know. And it was the same question on Tom's mind when he accompanied Daisy to one of Gatsby's glittering parties..." Nick says, running his hand to all of New York in front of them. Gatsby leading Tom, Daisy and Nick to the top of the terrace stairs.
"We've got a great band here. Have a look around... Excuse me..." Gatsby says. He turns briefly to talk to Senator Gulick...
"A lot of these newly rich people are just filthy bootleggers." Tom says, muttering to Daisy.
"Not Gatsby. He's a businessman." Daisy says.
"Hah! A businessman..!" Tom snorted. "Why I oughtta..."
"He owned a lot of drug stores." Daisy says. Gatsby gracefully introduces Senator Gulick to the group...
"May I introduce Senator Gulick? This is Mr. Carraway and Mrs. Buchanan..."
"Delighted..." Daisy smiled.
"And Mr. Buchanan..." Gatsby gave a quick, but momentarily hesitated, then continued, "The polo player."
"Oh no. Not me." Tom says, objecting quickly.
"Always a pleasure to meet a Buchanan." Senator Gulick shakes hands then nods. Gatsby bids the Senator farewell, while Tom glowers to Daisy.
"I'd rather not be the polo player." Tom glowers at Daisy, then to Gatsby.
"Oh Tom... You should be proud of your achievements." Daisy says. Gatsby interjects- "May I show you around?" Gatsby asked the group. He guides them down the stairs... "You must see the faces of a lot of people you've heard of." he continued.
"Absolutely!" An excited Daisy says.
"We don't go around very much. I don't think I recognize a single person..." Tom scoffed.
"Perhaps you know that lady there?" Gatsby indicates a lovely, orchid of a woman.
Its Marlene Moon... I adore her pictures." Daisy says, taking Gatsby's arm, then leads him to Marlene.
"I'd really rather not be the polo player..." Tom says to Nick. Tom, Daisy, Nick and Gatsby sit an elaborately conceived dinner table, watching the band...