CH 2:
George and Slim were in the bar drinking shots of whisky.
"I jus' dunno what I'm gonna do now, Slim," George sighed, "Lennie meant a lot to me, even though I embarrassed 'im a lot."
"You hadda do it, George, you hadda," Slim replied in a calm, comforting voice.
"I jus' dunno what I'm gonna do now, Slim," George said. "We did ever'thing together. I dunno what I'm gonna do without Lennie. Lennie never stole Carlson's Luger. I did. After hearin' what old Candy said about his dog and hoe he shoulda been the one to shoot it, an' after Lennie killed Curley's wife, I decided that I hadda be the one to kill 'im."
"It's gonna be okay, George," said Slim.
"Is there a George Milton here," asked a cop. George looked up from his shot glass nervously. Slim nodded as if telling him to tell the cop who he was.
"I'm… George… M-Mi-Mil… Milton," George stated nervously. The cop walked over to him.
"I jus' need to ask ya a few questions," the cop said.
"Sure," George answered nervously.
"You go on ahead, George," Slim smiled, "I'll be waitin' right here." George walked out of the bar with the cop. Curley, Candy, and Carlson were standing outside the door.