When Daisy hits Myrtle to death by accident, Jay Gatsby bears the crime for her. After that, Gatsby moves to the West Egg to be near Daisy protect her reputation. Myrtle's husband, George, arrives at Tom and Daisy’s Manor in East Egg and shouts “It was Gatsby! It was his car that killed her, that is all I know!” the moonlight shined on George’s ashy face, revealing marks from his tears. George walked through the door, slamming it behind him and walked towards his truck. He slid the truck around the corner into West Egg, pulling in front of Gatsby’s house.
George approached the pool and drew his pistol, Gatsby noticed the footsteps behind him and spun around. “Wait!” he screamed, and George lessened the pressure on the trigger. “I can explain, please.” George shakily lowered the revolver. “It wasn’t me who hit Myrtle, I promise.” Gatsby carefully rose his hands into the air. “Who was it then” George sobbed. Gatsby knew he couldn’t tell, the pain of losing Daisy would be worse than death. “It doesn’t matter anymore” Gatsby said in a melancholy tone. He looked out past the colourful courtyard, past the sun-bleached sand, past the dark whitecaps crashing against the sand, towards Daisy’s mansion and the green light at the end of the dock. “It doesn’t matter” he murmured, still gazing off into the distance. George raised the revolver and fired off a round, killing Gatsby instantly and deflating the raft he had laid on. “I’m sorry Myrtle” he said, as he raised the gun towards his temple.
Gatsby’s gardener was the first to hear the shots, he ran from the gardens towards the pool, finding Gatsby slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool, his dream of Daisy along with him. The gardener screamed for help as he tried to resuscitate their lifeless bodies, now drained of colour, but by the time the ambulance had arrived, both Gatsby and George had passed.