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Hawkeye: ♪ In some
secluded rendezvous ♪

♪ That overlooks the avenue

-Clamp.
-Clamp.

♪ With someone sharing
a delightful chat ♪

♪ Of this and that

♪ And cocktails for two

Hawkeye, shut up, will you?

Yeah, shut up.

Thank you, music lovers.

-Rib-cutter.
-Rib-cutter.

How's it going?

We're ahead on points.

Spinal suture.

Suture.

The Lord helpsin one way or another.

That's catgut.

The wound was infected.

I assumedyou didn't want silk.

Lieutenant, you're not
here to assume.

Settle down, Frank.

Forget it. Carry on.

Yes, sir.
I'm... I'm working.

Working?

You could be arrested

for loitering in frontof an operating table.

Did you hear that,
Colonel?

Pipe down, Pierce.

Hello, you beautiful day.

Whoo! Hoo hoo!

Sometimes
you gotta throw back
some of the young ones.

Man, I-- Uh,how about a rub there?

Right there.

You boys look
a little tired.

Here's our gallant leader.

Henry was terrificin there.

Wasn't he good
in there today?

-Great, great.-Well, I must tell you guys

that was fancy cutting
in there.

Both:
Thank you, Henry.

Colonel!

-Yes, Frank?-Colonel, I intend to file

insubordination charges
against Lieutenant
Ginger Bayliss.

Insubordinationon account of a suture?

You're kidding, Doctor.

And I use the term becauseit always gets a laugh.

-Sir?
-Not now, Radar.

You just keep pushing aroundthe medical staff, Frank,

you see what happens.

Are you threatening
a superior, officer?

Now hold it! Frank, I'll bein my office in an hour.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

-Radar: Uh, sir?-I'll talk Frank out of it,

but you lay off him,
all of you.

He's a good surgeon,
and we need him.

-Colonel, sir---You know, Pierce,

one day he's gonnathrow the book at you,

and I won't be thereto help.

Sir, I have a message
from General Hammond.

Radar, don't interrupt,

unless it's a messagefrom General Hammond.

Yes, sir.

Are we surrendering?

Hey, listen to this.

"The 4077th has now achieveda 90% efficiency rating,

"the best record of any medicalunit operating in Korea.

Congratulations on a fineperformance. General Hammond."

How do you like them apples?

You have another hit
on your hands.

There'll be dancing
in the street.

Man: A record unmatched

by any other medical
unit in Korea.

And, in recognition of
this splendid achievement,

it is now my personal pride

to award to Lieutenant
Colonel Henry Blake

the Special Citation
of Merit, 4th Class.

May I have the envelope, please?

Hey, look at Henry. He lookslike he's gonna have a baby.

Thank you, General.
Thank you.

Uh, well, this comesas a complete surprise to me.

I don't know what to say.

I haven't prepared
an acceptance speech.

No man wins an award
like this on his own.

You people, you great
doctors, and...

you swell gals
who made this possible

are just too numerous
to mention,

but I'm mighty grateful
to all of you,

right down to my right hand,Corporal Radar O'Reilly,

who incidentally isin command of this unit

and just uses me as a front.

Standing here today,
proud as punch,

I... I think back to the time

when I first considereda career in medicine,

back in Bloomington, Illinois.

Our family doctor,
a nice old codger

who drove a touring carthat had isinglass curtains,

uh, he said to me--

Excuse me, Colonel.

"Excuse me, Colonel."

-I have one more announcement.-I'm sorry.

There's a service chargeon the award.

Colonel Blake's experience
is needed elsewhere

for administrative
and training duties.

Now, he is being assignedto Tokyo medical headquarters,

effective immediately.

Well, fine. And I'll,
uh, keep in touch
with you on that.

And I know you have to go
right over to OR.

-Yeah. Goodbye.
-Guys.

-Henry, bon voyage.
-Thank you.

Normally, I'd soak this
in a pail of water.

but, this being
my last day...

Actually, it's a prescriptionfor your health.

Have it filled in Tokyo.

Yeah, I'll do that.

We're going to miss you,chief.

Your fighting spirit,your little moods.

-Your cheerful smile.
-Your loyalty.

-Oh, fiddle-faddle.-Your gift for language.

Yeah, well, uh...

ahem, the, uh...

truth of the matter
is that, uh,

I'll miss you delinquents too.

Uh, you're the two
finest cutters

I've ever been
associated with.

Well, uh, Henry,I guess this is it.

Yeah.

I don't know what to say.

Try "Thanksfor the memory."

Yeah.

Colonel, I--

Oh, allow me, Major.

Don't want to hurt
those magic fingers.

What's this? Army Manual,

Thoughts Before the Battle,

1001 Jokes for
the Officers' Mess.

He's got everything herebut Clausewitz on Hernias.

-Give me back my books.-Sorry.

Your books?
Hey, where's he goin'?

He's taking his thingsinto your house.

Well, uh, that'sFrank's quarters now.

-Frank's quarter-- Him?-He's our new boss?

Well, he's next
in command, you see.

Almost forgot your
equipment, sir.

Oh, thank you, Radar.

-Is that it?
-Yes, sir.

Thank you. Well,I'll be movin' along, then.

Look, now, I know you guysare gonna be very happy.

Now, look,you're all surgeons,

and this is gonnawork out fine.

Why don't you just go overand make Frank feel at home?

Sir, it's been a privilege
serving under you.

I hope we see each other
real soon.

Yes, Radar.Well, I... I was, uh...

Uh...

Crazy monkey.

Move out, son.

-Let's get outta here.
-Ahem!

Oh, sir,here's the three copies

of the mess requisition formsthat you wanted for next week

and also six copies

of the supply roomapplication forms.

-Put them on
the desk, Corporal.
-Yes, sir.

-Good night, sir.
-O'Reilly.

Where are you going?We have work to do.

Sir, it's 2:00
in the morning.

You're not going to bed

until this officeis 100% shipshape.

Aye aye, sir.

O'Reilly, I assure you,
all the goldbricking

that went on around here
under Colonel Blake

is going to stop
under my command.

Life is going
to be a different
kettle of fish.

Are you in the rightbranch of the service, sir?

Don't be snotty.
Bring me the, uh--

-Fitness reports.-Not the fitness reports.

You can't anticipate
what I'm thinking.

I'm not Henry Blake.

-Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.-I want--

-The efficiency reports.-...the efficiency reports.

Here's tomorrow's routine.
See that it's posted.

They're not gonna like this.

I didn't come here
to be liked.

You certainly cameto the right place.

Ahem.

I could swear I heard a bugle.

It is a bugle.

Hey. I think
we're in the army.

Ahem. Reveille
has blown, sirs!

All right.
Let's look ali--

...ho. Everybody!

Hey ho, ha ho, ha ho,
all together.

Hawkeye. Hawkeye,
it's an emergency.

Major Burns is making
a surprise inspection.

-An inspection?
-Yeah.

-What's "inspection"?
-That, gentlemen,

is somethin'they do in the army.

-What's that got
to do with us?
-Yeah.

He's coming,with an aide and an MP.

We're ready.

If he wants to inspect
a garbage dump,

-that's up to him.
-Yeah.

Ten hut!

Morning, gentlemen. At ease.

The condition of this tentis a disgrace.

Yeah, well, it does have
that lived-in look.

-Mm-hmm.-Actually, it's modeled

on the Chicago sewer system.We saw it in a magazine.

Look at all of you.Unshaven, out of uniform.

Yes, but with a song
in our hearts.

Sergeant, put thesemen on report.

Beds unmade, personaleffects in disorder,

furnishings innon-regulation condition.

Hear, hear!

While I'm commanding officer,

you are not going to operatea distillery on this base.

Sergeant, get
that still outta here.

Hold it! Nobody takes
our gin machine.

Take it out of here!
That's an order!

You watch it, buddy.This thing could go off.

He's got the drop on us, Tex.
We can't do a thing.

Now maybe you'll realizewho's running this outfit.

You straighten up
and fly right,

or I promise you,there'll be hell to pay.

Ahem.

He actuallytook our still.

He's not a nice person.

Gentlemen, that man
has got to go.

It's either him or us.
And that's final.

How are we gonna
do it? Shoot him?

-Stab him.
-Poison him.

No, no, we gotta
think this over.

We have to give it careful,

considered,
intelligent thought.

-Okay.
-Then we'll shoot him,

stab him, or poison him.

All right, look,
it's very simple.

We just have
to figure out a plan

for the destructionof one of our colleagues:

Major Frank Burns,U.S. Army surgeon and rat.

-Yeah.
-Any ideas?

Well, we could, uh, get
hold of some orders,

forge the general's
signature,

and send him
back to the States.

That's no good. They'dsend him right back here.

It'd work for a while.

Hey, Hawk, how do youfeel about arsenic?

Let's try to avoid the moreobvious clichés, all right?

I think we needsomething really basic.

Why don't we push him
in front of a chopper

with the blades going?

-That's basic enough.-Yeah.

We haven't had a gooddecapitation in a long time.

It's crude, very crude,
but I like it.

It's interesting.

Let's table the beheadingfor the time being.

What else you got?

-Hey, look.
-Yeah, what?

-Tell him he's
got a hot appendix.
-Yeah.

-Get him on the table.
-Yeah.

-I'll give him anesthesia.-Yeah.

And, uh, and that's it.

That's it?

You're not a very creative,person, Ugly John.

-Never claimed to be.
-I have a question.

What?Radar's got a question.

After we get rid of
Major Burns, then what?

Hey, that's an importantpoint, you know that?

Yeah. You know, they
could send out a surgeon

who's even more
gung ho than Frank.

Might be he won'teven be a surgeon.

Could besome dermatologist

with pullin the War Department.

All right,
so what's the answer?

I don't know.
What is the answer?

You know what
the answer is? Henry.

-All: Henry?-Henry. Certainly. Look,

When were all of us
really happy here?

When the nurses
were new?

We were happywhen Henry was in command.

He understood us,we understood him.

Sure. He was one of us.

You'd insult a man
behind his back?

We had a mature,grown-up relationship.

-We had him by the throat.-That's right.

So why would Henry let himselfbe transferred back here?

-Ego.
-Ego?

Ego. The basic desirewe all have to be needed.

Look, I got an idea,

but I'll need a coupleof passes to Tokyo.

Okay, let's see what we got.

Hardship leave,
sister pregnant...

You don't see many
of those anymore.

Radar:Transfer to Germany...

Hey, you got a bacon,
lettuce and tomato on rye,

hold the mayo?

Very funny.

Two passes to Tokyo.

Should've looked under Tin the first place.

Gentlemen, with these,

I promise youpeace in our time.

Fantastic. Cho-Cho, you areone of the great soap artists.

Thank you, Colonel-san.

You people really have
some fun-type customs.

Mind if we swim through?

I thoughtyou guys had drowned.

No. Just resting
on the bottom.

Yeah, that's
what we're all doing:

resting on the bottom.

There's that fabuloussense of humor again.

Henry, we've really missed it.

Yeah. Hey,how are things goingback at the ranch?

Well,
kinda slow right now.

Yeah. That's why weforged a couple of passes.

You know, Frank's
signature is almost

as easy to copy as yours.

Hmm.

Well, you certainly seemto be suffering here, Henry.

But I give my three
lectures a week,

and then my time is my own.

I don't exactly sit aroundmy room playing the kazoo.

Pleasures of the flesh,Henry.

And after all, Henry,
you deserve all this.

I mean, you built
a great surgical unit.

No matter what Frank Burnsis doing to it.

Yeah. Who cares
if morale is down to zero

and that everybody's
beginning

to hate each other?

Who cares about the 90%efficiency rating

now down to 32?

Well, that's war.

Oh, by George,
that feels good.

I tell you, this little lady'sgot golden feet.

Honey, hit that
scapula real hard.

I've got some calcium
deposits back there.

Atta girl. Ah.

Will you stop groaning
a minute and listen?

I have been listening,

and you still
don't make sense.

I'm not going
back to that rat hole.

What about thepeople you left backin that rat hole, huh?

Yeah, your friends,
the people who love you.

Aw, come on, man.All the time I was up there,

I slept with a loaded gun
under my pillow.

I'd have been safer
in North Korea.

Henry, have you ever givenone single thought to Leslie?

Oh. Mm. Honey, take it easyon the pelvic girdle.

I've only got one
of those, you know.

You know, since you're gone,Leslie is a basket case.

Okay. She'll get over it.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll send her an obi coat

or one of those
hand-painted fans.

Oh, come on, Henry, are youtrying to buy your way

-out of that relationship?-Yeah.

Okay, I'll send hera Dear Jane letter, all right?

But I stay here.

♪ If I knew you were coming,I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ Baked a cake, baked a cake

♪ If I knew you were coming,I'd have baked a cake ♪

♪ How d'you do, how d'you do,how d'you do? ♪

♪ Had you dropped me a letter,I'd have hired a band ♪

Mama-san, these kids
have real talent.
They're terrific.

How about another
blast of that sake?

-Okay.
-♪ ...for you

♪ Now, I don't know
where you came from ♪

♪ 'cause I don't know
where you've been ♪

♪ But it really doesn'tmatter, grab a chairand fill your platter ♪

♪ And dig, dig, dig right in

Henry, how can we
change your mind?

You can't. Now look,

We came here
to have a good time,

so let's have it.
That's an order.

--Hey, try the octopus.It's terrific.

No, I think I'll stickwith the seaweed sandwich.

Okay. You speak, me speak.

-"You speak, me--"
-Who?

I'll get it.Let me have that, Mama.

Hello, there.Colonel Blake speaking.

Leslie!

Right on time.

How are you?

Um, I'm okay.

Except for missinga certain lieutenant colonel

who shall be nameless.

And you?

Oh, fine, fine. Workingvery hard, of course.

Uh, Henry,

uh, is Hawkeye with you?He said he might be.

Yeah, sure.

-Pierce.
-Hmm?

-Leslie.
-For me?

-Yeah.
-Must be trouble.

Yeah, Leslie,what's happening?

Hi. Just a minute.

Hi. This is the call
you wanted, right?

Where I got one foot
in the grave

-and the other one
on a banana peel.
-Oh, yeah?

Listen, I hope
I don't have to come up

with any fake symptoms.
I got a weak stomach.

-The white count's up, huh?-We had SOS again for lunch.

All right. Yeah, he can't hold food down.

Just missed the 4:00 barf.

Yeah, look, tell Spearchuckerto get some blood chemistries

and start him on IVs.We'll be right there.

Yeah, okay.

Get your shoes on.We gotta go back.

-Got a tough case, Henry.-Huh?

-Diagnostic problem.
-Uh-huh.

Abdominal pain,elevated white count.I can't nail it down.

-His white count's up?
-Yeah, it's bad.

That's all right.
Radar's strong.

You dummy. Can't youkeep your mouth shut?

Radar?

-Sorry, Hawk.
-You're sorry now.

Hey, wait a minute.You talking about Radar?

I didn't wantto tell you.

I know how muchhe means to you.

You didn't want
to tell me what?

Well, about a week ago,he developed symptoms--

abdominal cramps,chills, high fever.

Listen, Henry, if it goes bad,could you write the letter?

You're about his onlyreal friend in Korea.

Yeah, you know,
nothing elaborate.
Keep it simple.

He comes from
those kind of people.

We'll give you a reportwhen we know something.

Hey, wait a minute.

You think
I'm gonna sit around
in a place like this

and wait for that kid
to cash in?

I was the best diagnosticianin Bloomington.

Hey, we're gettin'
out of here.

One of you
call the airport.

Reserve a chopper.
Use my name.

Priority 1.
I'll get my shoes.
Let's move!

Okay. We go PX now,big boy?

Maybe later, Mama. Sayonara.

-The chopper's just landed.-I know.

-Come on. Lay down.
-Okay, okay.

You know what to do.

You got to lay it
on him now, okay?

-Okay.
-Lay down.

How's he doin'?

-Hi, fella.

Is that you, Mom?

It's your colonel, son.
Now just relax.

Where do you hurt?

My gut.

Well, let's have a look.

We're gonna get you well,Radar.

-That hurt?
-Ohh!

-That?
-Ow!

Ohh! Ooh!

Whatever he's got,it's spreading.

Colonel Blake. I just heardyou were here, sir, and I--

-What's that man
doing in bed?
-He's sick.

Sick? I saw him eat a quartof ice cream at lunch.

I was so sick, I didn'tknow what I was doin'.

That's okay, son. Just relax.

He's got to be goldbricking.

We've had a lot of that lately.

Out of bed,back to the office,

and finish filling outthose reports.

Man's inhumanityto man again.

Frank, I'm examining
this patient.

Oh, sorry, Henry,not until you sign

a Transient Medic form.

Do me a favor. Stuff it.

And I'll need your initials

on Visiting Physicianin a Combat Zone.

Stuff that too.

Okay, prep this man for OR.

-What?
-I'm gonna do
an exploratory on him.

-Operate on him?
-Operate on him?

Henry, listen. Let's dosome more studies--

enzymes, abdominalX-rays, the works.

Find out where we're going.

-I agree with Frank.
-Yeah, yeah.

I think we should
test him.

Yeah. For a week or so,maybe longer.

Look, this kid's got severeabdominal pain with rigidity.

Now, it could bea perforated ulcer.

I'm going in.Who wants to assist?

Henry, I think you better
slow down, huh?

Look, I'll knowthe story five minutesafter I open him up.

-He's gonna open me.
-You'll be fine, son.

Let's get on the stick.I'm gonna scrub up.

-Henry, look---Henry, I'm in command here,

and nobody does anexploratory without my okay.

I'll explore
anybody I want to.

You back off. This happensto be my responsibility.

Stay out of my way,
Frank, or I'll have you
busted down to male nurse.

-Come on, fellas.
-This is my outfit.

-I make the decisions.
-Your outfit?

I built this outfitwith my own hands.

When we first cameover that hill,

we didn't even have a bedpan.

There's not going
to be any operation.

If you don't like it,
call General Hammond.

I might just do that.

Want me to get General
Hammond for you, sir?

Yeah. Do that.

See if Ugly John is available.

Even if he isn't,
pull him away

from whatever
or whoever he's doing,

and tell him that I've got...

Ohh.

The pain.

Look at that.

He was goldbricking.I told you so.

Radar, are you sick?

Well, I feel a lot
better than I did.

-Now I don't feel so good.-Let's get some air.

Hold it. Nobody move.Now, what is going on here?

Pierce, McIntyre, Jones.
Somebody talk to me.

Okay. Attila the Hunwas pushing us around,playing soldier,

so we tried to get youback in the front office.

By making Radar
fake an illness?

Yeah, well, it was intendedto make you feel needed.

It's all very psychiatric.

The word is "crazy."

I'll get the MPs.

Then you can try beingpsychiatric in the stockade.

Oh, fine.Then after we're gone,

you can roller skatefrom table to table

and do all the surgeryby yourself.

He's right.
Put the phone down.

Henry, as commanding
officer, I--

Correction: you werethe commanding officer.

I'm taking over as of now.

-Hey!
-Welcome back, Henry.

I'll fix it
with General Hammond.

This is outrageous.

Frank...

If I were you,
I'd quit the army.

Welcome home, Henry.

What am I gonna do
for massages around here?

Oh, I'll be gladto walk all over you.

I'm sure you will.

-Hawkeye: Okay, okay.
-Isn't your turn.

Dealer has 20.I'll pay 21.

-I didn't have a card.
-I got 20.
-I'm busted.

I need a card, too,
you know?

-Hey, pull up a chair, Henry.-Ten hut.

"Ten hut" from Henry?

You better
knock it off, Hawkeye.

I just never heard himsay that before.

You'd better get
used to it, Pierce.

I'm back in command now.

You toe the line, all of you.

And no more horsing around.Understood?

-Yes, sir.
-Good, good.

Now you know where you stand.Any questions?

Yes, sir.

What is it, man? Speak up.

Can I buy you a drink,big boy-san?

Look, I just got through--

Well, maybe a little one.