The Ending to The Great Gatsby By the Guy Who Directed John Wick (T.E.T.T.G.G.B.T.G.W.D.J.W.)

By R. Poisson '22


EXT. GATSBY’S POOL - DAY


GATSBY emerges from the water and makes his way up the pool ladder. Off camera, a phone rings. Gatsby looks towards East Egg and reaches out his hand.


GATSBY

“Daisy.”


Behind Gatsby, WILSON THE MECHANIC approaches the pool. We hear an audible click as he cocks his revolver.


We cut to a close-up of Gatsby’s gorgeous blue eyes as they dart to the right. We hear a gunshot.


The scene turns to slow motion as Gatsby jumps from the ladder and into the air. The Immigrant Song starts playing as Gatsby does a backflip. Wilson continues to shoot at him, mid-air, but Gatsby does a triple axel to dodge the bullets.


BEGIN FLASHBACK:


EXT. DAN CODY’S YACHT - SUNRISE


Young Gatsby is shirtless, balancing on a tightrope above deck. DAN CODY watches him while nursing a Long Island Iced Tea.


DAN CODY

“A gentleman must always be nimble, Old Sport”


YOUNG GATSBY

“Yessir”


END FLASHBACK


EXT. GATSBY’S POOL - DAY


The slow motion stops as Gatsby lands in front of Wilson. Wilson holds the gun up to Gatsby’s forehead. There's a click; no bullets left in the chamber.


GATSBY

“All out of bullets, Old Sport.”


Gatsby grabs Wilson’s arm holding the gun and punches the back of his elbow. Blood splatters and we see a compound fracture.


BEGIN FLASHBACK:


EXT. DAN CODY’S YACHT - SUNRISE


Young shirtless Gatsby punches a wooden structure while Dan Cody nurses a bottle of vermouth.


DAN CODY

“A gentleman must learn Krav Maga, Old Sport.”


YOUNG GATSBY

“Yessir”


END FLASHBACK


EXT. GATSBY’S POOL - DAY


Wilson cries out in pain as he holds his broken arm. Gatsby ducks down and sweeps Wilson’s legs out from under him. Wilson falls on the pool steps, hitting the back of his head. Gatsby lifts his foot.


BEGIN FLASHBACK:


EXT. DAN CODY’S YACHT - SUNRISE


Young shirtless Gatsby is holding a gun to the head of a bruised and bloody naked man while Dan Cody drinks from a chalice of absinthe.


DAN CODY

“A gentleman must never show mercy, Old Sport.”


Young Gatsby shoots the man.

END FLASHBACK


EXT. GATSBY’S POOL - DAY


Gatsby curb stomps Wilson’s head and it explodes like a rotting pumpkin. The Immigrant Song stops playing.


We hear clapping off screen. Gatsby turns and sees IAN MCSHANE walking down the stairs to the pool deck.


IAN MCSHANE

“Well done, Great Gaba Yaga.”


McShane pauses to take out his golden pocket watch.


IAN MCSHANE

“You’re almost out of time.”


Gatsby nods.


GATSBY

“I’ll need a gun, and a lot of bullets.”


INT. GATSBY’S LIBRARY – DAY


Gatsby enters the library wearing a PINK LINEN SUIT. Gatsby pulls on one of the fake books and the shelves open to reveal a massive stockpile of weapons. Gatsby goes inside and grabs two pistols off the wall and puts them in his Italian leather side holsters. He grabs two smaller pistols and puts them in his silk argyle socks. Gatsby attached two belts of gold bullets to his suspenders. He then hooks a shotgun to the inside of his pink suit jacket.


EXT. GATSBY’S DOCK – SUNSET


Gatsby walks to the end of his dock and whips out on of the revolvers. He closes one beautiful eye and shoots a golden bullet. The camera follows the bullet in slow motion as it leaves the chamber, flies over the bay, rips through the sail of a sailboat, and hits the green light at the end of the Buchanan Estate, exploding like a firework.


GATSBY

“I’m coming for her, old sport.”

EXT. GATSBY’S DRIVEWAY - SUNSET


The garage door opens, and Gatsby peels out in a 1970s FORD MUSTANG.


The camera pans up and then sweeps over the bay, to the main mansion on the Buchanan Estate. The camera zooms in until we see TOM BUCHANAN standing out on a balcony. His sleeves are rolled up revealing an array of Russian tattoos.


TOM

“Come and get her, Great Gaba Yaga.”


THE END

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