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1922
Lubinsky!
Back from Gatsby's mansion already, Colfax?
Yeah, and guess what. The safe was empty with no signs of a break-in at all.
Was it his father?
No, I talked to him. He said it was just like that last week.
Strange, I've been looking into the Gatsby case as well.
The day that he was shot, his bank account was emptied.
By who?
Gatsby himself!
Suspicious, was there anyone else close to Gatsby?
Tom and Daisy Buchanan reportedly fled East Egg days before the ***.
Who else...
What about this guy?
Nick Carraway, next door neighbour of Gatsby
Following the funeral, he went back home to Minnesota.
Alright, that's our lead. Book the next flight.
You know why we called you here, right Nick?
I thought you were supposed to tell me.
Where's the money, bud! Huh?
Easy Colfax, just tell us why you left New York so quickly Mr. Carraway.
Well, when I came to New York, I had big dreams of a gilmmering city full of excitement and wealth.
But behind the facade of the skyscrapers and bright neon lights,
there are acres of waste, created from this unchecked ambition and *** for bigger and better.
Are you referring to the ash heaps next to the train tracks?
Naturally, the rich seem to move about lazily with no regard for their surroundings.
If they ever run into problems, they just retreat to the safety of their money.
Does that explain where Daisy and Tom are?
Yeah they left on some ocean cruise to "rekindle" their love.
What love? There's no affection in these people.
People at Gatsby's parties were never invited. They just showed up to get drunk.
It's an empty wealth that they have.
Without real happiness. It didn't take me long to realize that and separate the lies from the truth.
To find the true meaning of their success.
Alright, but let's not get off track.
Did you, or did you not take Gatsby's money?
I didn't take any money.
Well then who was it?
Gatsby!
But Gatsby's dead!
Alright, I'll give you one more chance.
Where did Jay Gatsby's money go?
I told you. Jay Gatsby took the money.
You don't get it. There is no Gatsby.
Seventeen year-old James Gatz invented Jay Gatsby.
So you're saying Gatsby's a fake?
Gatsby yearns for a fullness of being.
An emotional transcendence that is at once uplifting, but impossible to sustain.
Intoxicating but finally disillusioning.
His naive and gigantic demands upon the world give him a claim to greatness,
but he's also a kind of frontier showman,
an illusionist, the "Great Gatsby", who stages his own life.
Cut the crap Carraway!
This doesn't explain why the body is six feet underground,
and why there's 50 million dollars missing.
I'll tell you one last thing.
In one of my last conversations with Gatsby, I told him he couldn't repeat the past.
He just laughed and he told me, "Repeat the past?"
"Of course you can."
What the hell just happened?
I'm not sure, but I think we have some investigating to do.
Alright Lubinsky, let's split up. Call me and tell me if there's anything suspicious.
Sure thing, lieutenant.
Colfax, I think I found something.
What is it?
I have no idea, I mean, I've never seen anything like it.
Looks like some alien device from another planet. Let me have a closer look...
Somewhere in 1917
Sweet Mother Theresa! Looks like Gatsby made a time machine.
This is all to strange for me to comprehend.
Wait! Look over there, that's Daisy Buchanan from the photo.
Good eye detective. Maybe she knows where he is. Let's go.
Daisy Buchanan?
That's me.
Have you seen a man named Jay Gatsby around?
From the future!
Oh, are you men also time travelers? The future seems like such a strange place.
Yes, I did see Gatsby.
And he confessed all his love for me and how everything in the future will be all wrong,
And how we have to get married and stay together, forever and ever...
Of course! It explains everything!
It was Gatsby's past self, James Gatz, that got shot,
while his real self, Jay Gatsby,
is here in the past.
But he's not here. Where is he right now?
Oh, he ran away.
He had these hopes for our relationship,
but they were only colossal illusion to which I could never measure up to.
What do you mean?
Gatsby came back here to be with me,
but I wasn't good enough for him.
His romantic idealism destroyed him and he can't relinquish the illusion that propelled his life.
We're never going to find Gatsby!
Wolfsheim will kill us!
What are you boys talking about?
Gatsby was a bootlegger,
made his trade with illegal goods; he was never wealthy,
just swimming in his stolen money.
Now it's our turn to get it back; repay his dues.
Oh my goodness! I can't believe I fell in love with such a low class man.
What a fool I am!
Well Colfax, we can't go back and face Wolfsheim without the money.
Where are we going to go now?
We have a time machine. Where do you think we're going?