His Kind of Woman Page #2

Hey, I love that break.

Will you try that again?

How about a drink?

Not for me, no.

But I'd like to buy her one.

- What's she drinking?

- Champagne. Eighteen bucks a bottle.

- I thought she might be alone.

- She is.

You said 18? And the chili.

There's 20.

- Save your dough.

- You tell me a better way to spend it.

She'll be out of your life

before the investment pays off.

She's waiting for a plane she chartered.

Just the bottle, then.

You mind if I join you?

It seems you have.

Hey, you sing pretty good.

I thought I'd buy you a drink.

- I'm drinking champagne.

- I'm hip. Eighteen dollars a bottle.

Not for me.

Champagne's not your drink?

Only on big occasions.

- And this isn't?

- Can't be.

You're waiting for a chartered plane.

You in the oil business, or you just

spending your alimony all at once?

I'm what you'd call

a spoiled child of the rich.

Well, how do you do? I'm what you'd

call a spoiled child of the poor.

- It is here, senorita.

- You sure it's the right one?

- S, the pilot is my friend.

- Just a minute.

You sure you wanna go now?

You chartered the plane, didn't you?

- He can wait.

- But I can't.

Wait a minute.

You forgot your bottle.

You keep it.

It may have a little resale value.

- Mr. Milner, your plane is waiting.

- Yeah?

- It was very late. That's why I did not...

- Take it easy. Nobody minds.

Where's this plane taking me?

You're joking, senor?

- Well, if I am, I don't know it.

- It's the Morro's Lodge plane, senor.

Mr. Milner?

Yeah. And you?

- Tex Kearns.

- He's the pilot.

Your bag's in the plane.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

- These winds have been kind of...

- Yeah, I know. Things are tough all over.

Well, anyhow, you'll get to see

Morro's Lodge from the air...

...in the early morning sun.

It's quite a sight.

- You hop in. I'll be right with you.

- Thanks.

Well, hello again.

Do you mind if we join you

in your chartered plane?

- Did I say I chartered it?

- Didn't you?

Incidentally, didn't you say something

about being poor?

- That was for real.

- You better get out now, then.

- Morro's isn't the place for you.

- Somebody bought me a ticket.

How about you? Are you for real?

You sing like you do it for a living.

Thanks. I'd rather sing

than clip coupons...

...but I have a million dollars,

so no one takes me seriously.

With a million dollars, honey,

it doesn't matter.

Fasten your seat belts, please.

Don't you have a name?

I figured you already knew it.

Should I?

No, I guess not.

I was just shooting the moon.

It's Milner, Dan.

Mine's Brent, Lenore.

- What did you expect to hit?

- You never can tell.

What's this Morro's like?

I couldn't tell you.

This is my first visit.

I spend most of my time

on the Continent. Europe.

- I'll shower and meet you at the bar.

- Okay, Peg.

Lots of ice for me, please.

I think I'll just have tonic, then.

Well, hello there, darling.

How are you?

- Yes, sir?

- Ginger ale, please.

I am Jose Morro.

Hello. Won't you sit down?

Did you find your cabin

completely acceptable?

Well, I found it.

Is there anything I can do for you?

You know, I was sort of hoping

you'd ask that.

I recently came into some money.

This nice new 1000-dollar bill

is part of it.

I'm told there will be more.

- What do you wish to buy with this?

- Whatever it's worth.

A helping hand, information.

About her, for instance.

Well, hello, Liz.

Where did you come from?

Sorry. Wrong name, wrong woman.

- She is beautiful as well as interesting.

- She's beautiful. That's always interesting.

And I understand she has

an impeccable background.

What's that?

Boston, New York, Rome,

Paris, St. Moritz.

I understand you are from California.

Oh, yeah. Pomona, L.A.,

Glendale, Van Nuys. Thanks.

I'm afraid I have something rather

difficult to say to you.

I realize your reservation was arranged

by Mr. Arnold...

...and I'm not the man to question him.

- No, neither was I.

However, in the interest of my clientele,

I cannot avoid a certain curiosity about...

About my character?

Forgive me. I am a hotelkeeper.

Not at all. I welcome it.

Maybe it tells me something.

- I'm a professional gambler.

- Who isn't?

But I'm not down here on business.

I just came down for a sunbath.

Don't take too much the first day.

No.

I just thought it would be nicer

if we understood each other.

We'll keep it very nice.

Well, Morro, how about some gin rummy?

I'm sorry, but I can't spare the time.

- How about you?

- Don't play.

He doesn't play gin rummy.

That's incredible.

- What's your card game?

- I don't play at all.

Well, then I can leave you

two gentlemen alone. Excuse me, please.

- Give me a glass of beer.

- Yes, sir.

- You're Milner, aren't you?

- Yeah.

I'm Winton.

Phipps and Winton Investment Brokers.

I bury my money in the ground.

Seems I've heard of you, Milner.

Well, must be another Milner.

Yeah, that's your best guess.

You came down on a plane

with a girl named Lenore Brent.

- You know her?

- Yeah, I met her at St. Moritz last winter.

I guess that's where it got started

with Cardigan.

You haven't heard about the thing

with Mark Cardigan?

I've never even heard

of Mark Cardigan.

You know, one thing about me, Milner,

I always know when I'm being kidded.

Scratch this time.

You're probably wondering

what a man like myself...

...is doing in an odd place like this.

- No.

Well, I'm hiding from business...

...and it is a rather inaccessible place

down here, you know.

Yes, but why odd?

Well, it isn't the place,

it's the people.

Now, you see that man over there?

His name is Martin Krafft.

He's supposed to be a writer,

but all he does is play chess.

- What's odd about that?

- He doesn't play anybody.

- Maybe he hates to lose.

- Never thought of it that way.

What's with that little blond over there?

She is pretty, isn't she?

- And scared to death.

- Of the kid with her?

No. That's her husband, so she said.

It's just that there's something in the air.

You know what I mean?

You'll excuse me, won't you?

I always take a nap before dinner.

Do you sleep with your eyes open

or shut?

It's worth trying, anyhow.

- Can I order you something?

- What?

My, we're so nervous. What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm all right.

It might help to talk about it.

- No, please.

- Look, I've got a problem too.

Maybe we could help each other.

We just should never have

come down here.

All right, let's talk about that.

Why shouldn't you?

I'm all right now. Thanks.

Mr. Krafft? I'm Dan Milner.

I play a pretty fair game.

Suppose that's why Arnold sent me down?

American language I know well...

...but the use to which Americans put it,

I am not always able to comprehend.

You know, I think I'm having

the same trouble with you.

Hi.

- You're not leaving?

- My bungalow costs $ 75 a day.

- I thought I'd go spend some time in it.

- I thought we might dance.

- How's your friend in the orchestra?

- What?

The guitar player.

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