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(Puts hands on head) Oh my God! Oh My God! How can I calm down!

It was all ne and peaceful until... until last night.

I can't imagine this happening to me, I can’t believe she is dead, I can't imagine my wife…Myrtle

she's dead...in a car accident.

That bastard didn't even stop the car! (Picks up photo)

What a perfect woman she was.

I can still remember the rst time we met…in the West (sigh).

It was a rainy night, she was in a gorgeous red dress, with tempting green eyes, curly red hair,

with a plump curvaceous gure.

Her alluring beauty with wet dress fascinated me deeply, she made me fall in love at rst sight.

I showed my love for her, and we started dating.

Not long after, I proposed to Myrtle.

I borrowed a suit by giving someone a free car repair, just wanted to give her a romantic and

unforgettable wedding.

We had a simple but grand wedding at the church and moved to the Valley of ashes in New York

for better life.

I opened my own auto repair garage there and started working hard.

I thought our life would be happier when we move to New York, but I was wrong…

After 12 years of marriage, our love has been washed away by time.

Myrtle wasn’t satis ed with our plain and poor lives.

She started to dislike and avoid my job, my out t, my house, even my face.

She always complains that she had no money to buy gorgeous dress and jewellery, no money to

go to movies and musicals, no money to travel and go shopping.

She said I couldn't give her the life she wanted, couldn't make her happy.

She said that when she married me, she misunderstood my identity and background.

That’s ridiculous!
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It turned out that not long after our wedding, Tom Buchanan, a rich and handsome man came to

the repair shop and asked me to help him x his car.

He had well dress, high-end suit and tie, followed by a driver and a bodyguard.

He was very generous to me and gave me a business card and a big tip.

Myrtle saw all this and thought he was my friend or relative.

She thought I have something to do with the upper-class people.

Now I know what she really wants.

I started work harder, buying her more expensive dress, dating her more frequently.

Although how much I spent on her, but her attitude towards me is as cold as ever.

At that time, I was suspecting Myrtle of having an a air with someone else, but I don’t have strong

evidence until three days ago when I found a small, expensive dog-leash in Myrtle's bureau.

I confronted her about it, and she always threw back some funny explanations.

"Preparations for a future dog".

"That isn’t mine".

I don’t want to break down her lies, I just want to live in peace with her then I decided to move

back to the west so she would leave her goddamn lover and we would start a new life.

I had already met Tom.

He told me that the yellow car was belongs to a rich man named Jay Gatsby, and I could hear

from Tom's rm tone that he was upset about Myrtle’s death too.

Wait. That’s right! I got it, I nally got it! It’s him, it must be him, Gatsby! Jay Gatsby!

He is the guy my wife had an a air with.

That’s the reason she ran out of the room and go straight to the car.

He was the one who drove the yellow car that hit Myrtle and left her to die.

He is a murderer!

A coward!

A monster!

The upper class, they show o their wealth and right, turn a blind eye to the su ering they in ict

on those below them.

Their luxurious parties, their extravagant lives, these were nothing but empty shells to hide the

emptiness within them.


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Myrtle paid with her life by their temptation, and I became a pawn in their cruel game of power

and lust.

I will confront him, the man who destroyed my love and extinguished my light.

He hides behind his wealth, his glory, and his illusions, but I will expose his deception and let

everyone know that Jay Gatsby is a man who treats peoples’ life like dust.

The Justice must be done, and the world must know that the poor, the forgotten, are not just

victims on their way to pleasure.

What will I do after I nish my revenge?

Where will I go?

I came to New York with Myrtle for a better life, for my American dream.

What a bullshit American dream!

Nothing matters now.

No matter how much I struggle, it won't help.

I think it's time for me to leave this grey and dreary world.

(Grabs gun)

(Fade black and gun loaded sound e ect)


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