Tom and Nick are riding on the train towards New York. Tom pokes his head out of the carriage before grinning at Nick.

Tom: Let's make like the bandits in The Great Train Robbery and jump off this carriage. I want you to meet my girl.

Nick: So, you do have another woman here in New York...

Tom: Come on!

Tom forcibly grabs Nick's arm and together they leap out through the carriage door and land on a dirt pile in the Valley of Ashes. Nick gets up, coughing and brushing dust off his clothes. Tom seems unfazed by their stunt and begins to drag Nick along in the direction of George Wilson's auto-repair shop. The eyes of T.J. Eckleburg stare at them judgmentally.

Tom: Hello, Wilson. How's business?

George: I can't complain. When are you going to sell me that car?

Tom: Next week. I've got a man working on it right now.

George: He works pretty slow, doesn't he?

Tom: No, he doesn't. If you're going to be this ungrateful, maybe I should sell it someplace else.

George: I didn't mean that! I was just asking a question!

Tom and George are interrupted by the sound of Myrtle descending the stairs. George smiles lovingly at her.

Nick: I couldn't understand at first why Tom chose such a plain looking woman when he had Daisy, but I soon observed a certain vitality and sensuality about her that more than made up for her lack of beauty.

George: Good morning, honey. Did you have a great night's sleep?

Myrtle: George, why don't you go get some chairs so someone can sit down, and I can have some time alone with Tom.

George: Whatever you say, darling!

George excitedly rushes into his office to take his time picking out proper chairs.

Tom: I'm in the mood for some ass. Get on the next train and we'll meet by the news stand outside the apartment building.

Myrtle: Roger.

George emerges from his office carrying two chairs.

George: Hey, I found some chairs! Anyone want to sit down?

Tom: No thanks. I have to leave now, so keep them for yourself.

George: O-Okay...

Later that day, Tom and Nick wait for Myrtle outside the apartment as per the plan. The eyes of T.J. Eckleburg have followed them all the way from the Valley of Ashes and Tom looks uncomfortable.

Tom: Terrible place, isn't it?

Nick: It was awful.

Tom: I'm doing her a big favor. It does her good to get away.

Nick: Doesn't her husband object?

Tom: He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't even know he's alive.

Myrtle meets up with them and they get on the train together. They get off when she spots an old man selling dogs.

Myrtle: Oh, I'd like one of those. It would go well with the apartment.

Tom: Whatever you want, honey.

Nick, Myrtle and Tom approach the old man. A flash of recognition spreads over Nick's face.

Nick: Aren't you John D. Rockefeller? The oil magnate and philanthropist?

Old Man: Who? I've never heard of him...

Myrtle: What kind are those puppies, sir?

Old Man: All kinds. What kind do you want?

Myrtle: Maybe a police dog. Do you have one of those?

Old Man: Sure do.

The old man reaches into his basket and pulls out a scrawny puppy.

Tom: That's no police dog.

Old Man: It's not quite a police dog. It's an Airedale but look at its coat. This coat could keep you warm in winter.

Myrtle: Police dog or not, I think it's cute. How much is it?

Old Man: Ten dollars.

The old man passes the dog to Myrtle, and she looks at its body closely.

Myrtle: Is it a boy or a girl?

Old Man: It's a boy.

Tom: Don't be a fool. It's obviously a bitch, just like my lady Myrtle here. Here's your money. Take it and buy ten more dogs.

In the late afternoon at the apartment, Myrtle prepares to call her sister Catherine and the McKees. Tom brings out a bottle of whiskey and pours two glasses for himself and Myrtle. After finishing their drinks, they stumble into the bedroom together and Tom shuts the door. Nick sits and reads a book until he is interrupted by the arrival of Catherine and the McKees.

Catherine: I'm Catherine, Myrtle's hotter sister. Pleased to meet you, you must be Nick Carraway. Myrtle's already told me about you.

Nick: Do you live here?

Catherine: Do I live here? No, I shack with my girlfriend in the hotel across the road.

Mr. McKee: Good afternoon, Mr. Carraway. I'd like you to meet me and my wife.

Mrs. McKee: You know, Mr. Carraway, my husband's photographed me a hundred and twenty-seven times since our wedding. I guess I'm just that photogenic!

Nick: I beg to differ...

Mrs. McKee: Where's Myrtle? She told me she'd be here...

Myrtle emerges from the bedroom wearing a different dress and squeals when she sees the guests. The three women in the room soon gather on the couch to gossip about clothes and men. Mr. McKee begins to stare intently at Nick and clutches his camera tight. The women's chatter is interrupted by the entrance of Tom.

Tom: I've brought booze and ice, so let's party!

Everyone, including Nick, is soon guzzling large amounts of whiskey and dancing uncontrollably around the apartment. Furniture is tossed upside down and curtains are ripped, but no one seems to care. The party eventually descends into an orgy that leaves everyone exhausted and irritable.

Myrtle: Daisy! Daisy! Daisy! How could you scream her name when you're making whoopee with me?!

Tom: Don't you dare say her name again, or I'll break your nose!

Myrtle: I'll say it whenever I want. Daisy! Daisy!

Tom punches Myrtle in the face and she screams. He storms off, leaving her to be comforted by Catherine and Mrs. McKee. Nick realizes it is late and hurriedly leaves the apartment. Mr. McKee follows him into the elevator.

Mr. McKee: Wait! Perhaps we should go out to lunch together sometime?

Nick: Where?

Mr. McKee: Anywhere you want...

Mr. McKee stares feverishly at Nick again. He slowly places his hand against the elevator lever and moans. The elevator boy looks incredibly disturbed.

Elevator Boy: Sir, please take your hand off that lever...

Mr. McKee: I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. It must have been something repressed deep inside of me.

The elevator comes to a stop and Mr. McKee guides Nick to a bedroom on the bottom floor.

Nick: The rest of the day passed in a blur. I remember seeing Mr. McKee sitting half-naked in his bed while looking through photographs, but how we ended up in that situation is unimportant. I left his place without asking any questions, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on a seat at the Pennsylvania station with no idea of how I'd got there yet feeling strangely liberated.