His Kind of Woman

I must've called it in

by walkie-talkie...

...because last Thursday I was digging

a road for the law in Coachella Valley.

Be a lot smarter just to come up with it.

I'm out.

Pair of aces.

Don't you think it would be nice

if you cleaned...

...before you got out of here?

Just come up with it.

- Hello?

- Milner's here.

The boys know

not to mess up his face?

Okay. But don't rough him up

too much.

Okay, boys, that's enough.

Charlie, get my money.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Milner.

No, I'm not busy, Corley.

No, I was just getting ready

to take my tie off.

Wondering whether I should

hang myself with it.

Yeah, I can come over.

Sure, right away.

Second light to the left.

- Nice to see you, Milner.

- Hello, Corley.

What'll you have to drink?

Oh, that's right, you don't drink.

How about a soft one?

Ginger ale will be just fine.

You look like a shot in it

might help you a little.

Just the ginger ale is fine.

Thanks, Corley.

You got a dime on you?

Thanks.

Still salty.

- You tell me why.

- All right.

Every once in a while, a good man,

like a good horse, gets into a slump.

Just can't scratch the pad.

You know what I mean?

I knew you'd understand.

Like you.

You blew a bundle in Reno.

In Vegas, they nicked you for 6 grand.

In Palm Springs, they tapped you out.

And tonight, Oley Chester

had me spanked for nothing.

Maybe this part of the country

isn't lucky for you anymore.

Given it a thought?

- Have you?

- Somebody has.

- Like who?

- A fella named Arnold.

And where is he?

Right here.

My proposition's a very simple one.

Well, I'm a very simple guy.

The deal entails, as far as you're

concerned, two important items.

One you'll find extremely interesting,

the other you may object to.

First, you'll make yourself $50,000.

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