His Kind of Woman Page #4

I make a living at it.

Sounds like a well-spent life.

Morro rather implied you were a gambler.

The way I do it, it isn't gambling.

- You cheat?

- You don't have to cheat.

Then we ought to get along fine.

I'm a gambler myself.

How high do you like to play?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

- Sir Godfrey.

- Lady Gwendolyn.

Naught is between us.

I take thee now with honor.

Mr. Cardigan,

it was a thrilling performance.

- Thank you, my dear.

- I've seen all your pictures. This is the best.

- Thanks so much for saying so.

- My wife thinks you're wonderful.

Well, thank her for me.

Yes, sir, I agree. That was one

of the finest movies I've ever seen.

Ought to make them all like that.

None of this nonsense about social matters.

People don't go to the movies to see

how miserable the world is.

They go to eat popcorn and be happy.

What did you think of it?

It had a message no pigeon would carry.

At my studio, all messages

are handled by Western Union.

You know, you can't take his opinion

on anything.

He's an intellectual.

You know, I have an idea for a movie.

- Take my business.

- Excuse me.

I'm an investment broker.

There's a lot of hidden romance.

Well, what did you think of the picture?

It was fine. It was just a little long.

About an hour and a half.

You know, I'm out of my mind to ask her.

She hates everything I do.

- She likes you.

- Yeah, I know.

That's what I don't understand.

Well, if she liked me, man,

I wouldn't try to understand it.

- Esteban.

- Yes, sir?

- Pardon me, I didn't understand you.

- Scotch and soda.

- Look...

- Milner.

That's right, Milner.

What about tomorrow morning?

- All right. What about it?

- The hunting. I've got all the equipment.

- How about me rooting you out about 5?

- Five?

He shoots them as they crawl out of bed.

If you'd use that needle to sew with,

you'd be a much happier woman.

- What about it?

- It's all right with me.

But there's a storm brewing.

What do you call it, Esteban?

A chubasco, senor. A hurricane.

Don't look so dismal, darling.

You can dig a little hurricane shelter

and shoot from that.

Then you won't have

to spend the day with me.

Now what did I do?

You looked dismal.

Dismal?

Hello, Harry.

I give away everything but secrets, Liz.

I know.

If anyone had ever told me

that Liz Bradie...

...would turn out to be a phony,

I'd have called him a liar.

It's nice to know I'm right.

Liz Bradie went to Europe

with a USO troupe.

She never came back.

That's too bad.

She was a real nice kid.

She sang nice too.

Lenore Brent sings.

Really?

- Would you?

- Sure.

Hey, that'll be like old times, Liz.

Harry, I'm sorry about yesterday.

I hated myself all day.

Forget it, kid. You had your reasons.

How did you come into all the dough,

as if it was any of my business?

All what dough?

If I don't hook my man in two weeks,

I'll be hitting you up for a job.

You'll probably get it.

Come on, baby.

- What'll you have?

- Nothing, thanks.

No? How come you don't drink?

I might forget what I'm doing.

Excuse me.

What's your husband doing,

playing unlucky?

That's what it was before, huh?

Yes, but...

Well, he didn't mean to.

He loves to play,

and they practically insisted.

Who insisted? Winton?

Yes. He's been so nice to both of us.

Especially you.

Maybe.

Anyway, I told Milt

to go ahead and play.

After all, it is our honeymoon...

...and we don't have much money.

Go on.

Well, he just lost more than we had,

and we wrote a check.

I know it's terrible, but Mr. Winton

made it all so easy for Milt.

And Winton has the bad check, huh?

I think he has an idea that

you could get it back from him.

- We couldn't ask him for it.

- I said, you.

Forget it.

- Cards are shuffled.

- All right. Everybody ante up.

Money loves money.

You're gonna win the whole scam,

you might as well win me too.

- Let me have a stack, please, will you?

- All right.

And deal me in.

- Cut?

- Take your best shot.

- How do you stand?

- Not so good.

That's too bad.

Maybe I'll bring you luck.

I wish something would.

Jacks or better to open. You open?

If I didn't know better,

I'd think this wasn't on the square.

You open?

Yeah.

Oh, come on.

Give him something to shoot for.

- But I...

- You've got the best hand.

- How about you?

- I'll stay.

- You?

- Stay.

- You?

- I'm in.

All right. And 50 more.

Well, we're gonna

have to play this pretty shrewd.

And back 50.

- Puts me out.

- Stay.

- Little too steep for me.

- How steep is it for you?

And once more.

Mind if I back him a little?

- It's only money.

- Thanks.

- Cards?

- May I take the cut now?

Certainly.

- All right. How many?

- Three.

None for the dealer.

We bet 100.

- Without looking?

- It's more fun that way.

All right. And up.

Well, if you're betting leather,

Mr. Winton, we call.

But there's $ 1000 inside my leather.

And there's $ 1000 inside my leather.

Kings full.

Well. Do you think we ought to look?

- You.

- It's your hand.

Ace.

Ace.

Three aces.

Queen.

Four aces. Well, what do you know?

I brought you luck.

Now, don't crowd it.

Four aces. That's incredible.

All right, he got even.

Now, get him out of there.

Morro.

I'd like to have a word with you.

Certainly. Come into my office, please.

Morro, have you any idea when Tex

will be flying up to Nogales?

Considering weather conditions, perhaps

tomorrow, perhaps not. May I ask why?

I was wondering

when to expect the man...

...Arnold is sending

to do business with.

Business?

- Forgive me, senor, I'm...

- I know. You're just the hotelkeeper.

Morro's Lodge.

Morro's Lodge. This is Lusk calling. Over.

Come in, Mr. Lusk.

This is Morro Lodge, over.

Request landing instructions,

your field. Over.

What's your position now,

Mr. Lusk? Over.

Now 125 miles

southeast of Santa Rosalia...

...and I'm 8000 feet over Mexico. Over.

Correction. You're 8000 feet

over the Gulf of California.

Tell him to go back to Santa Rosalia.

Pinpoint your position

and go back to Santa Rosalia.

You can't land here.

We're expecting a big storm tonight. Over.

Look, I'm short of gas

and I'm completely out of Scotch.

Put on some lights.

I'll find your field. Over and out.

- Who is this clown?

- A lunatic.

He's coming in a private plane.

I think he's drunk.

If he's up there tonight, man,

he better be.

Morro's Lodge calling Mr. Lusk.

Come in, Mr. Lusk. Over.

Calling Mr. Lusk.

Come in, Mr. Lusk. Over.

I guess he's broken contact, Mr. Morro.

I think I ought to go to the field.

All right.

- Can I come in?

- Why not?

I saw your light and I didn't imagine you

were the kind who slept with it on.

I'm starting that tonight.

Any special reason?

Where's your friend William Tell?

Bed, I suppose.

He still intends getting up at 5.

Don't you dampen it first?

It's an old habit.

Whenever I have nothing to do

and I can't think, I iron my money.

- What do you do when you're broke?

- When I'm broke, I press my pants.

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