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Welcome to the 4077th, Major Freedman.

The conference will start at 1800 hours, sharp.

I'll be there.

Oh, sir, if you'd like a drink, compliments of Colonel Blake.

Scotch, gin, vodka.

And for your convenience, all in the same bottle.

-Thank you, Corporal. -Oh, you're welcome, sir.

The conference starts at 1800 hours, sir.

Good. I can get in a little sack time.

Oh, yes, sir.

-Corporal. -Sir?

Have a nurse wake me... a little at a time.

Yes, sir.

MCINTYRE: How'd you get out of it?

I just sat her down and I said,

"Honey, it'll never work. You're too good for me."

-Was she? -No, as a matter of fact, she wasn't very good at all.

You have a lot of trouble with women, don't you?

Every chance I can.

-Sponge. -Sponge.

-Yeah?

I just wanted to remind you, sirs,

that the conference is set for 1800 hours.

-How much is that in people time? -6:00.

Wow!

Hey, Radar, without your glasses

you could almost pass for offensive.

Hey, why don't you leave the little fellow alone?

It's okay. I can take a joke.

-MCINTYRE: Hey! -Hey, wait a minute!

Where you going? I was kidding!

-He's kidding! -You're beautiful!

-Yo.

Sir, Major Freedman and Captain Pak have arrived and billeted

and will be ready at 1800 hours.

Oh, that's terrific, Radar.

Cut yourself shaving, sir?

No, Radar. I thought I'd wear three pieces of toilet paper tonight.

Maybe start a new trend.

I don't think it'll catch on.

That'll be all, Radar.

Sir, could I ask a favor?

Ask away.

-Can I use the jeep tonight? -Oh?

Got a little action lined up tonight, Radar?

Well, me and a couple of guys are going down

to the Purple Dragon in Daiwank.

It's supposed to be real nifty.

Oh, Radar, the Purple Dragon

is a Lockheed bomber packing crate they emptied

and stuck in a jukebox and a bunch of B-girls on roller skates.

Yeah.

I wouldn't touch one of those girls if I was a ten-foot pole.

-Uh, but, sir... -Radar, do you remember

the training film you saw yesterday?

-Oh, don't worry about me, sir. I know what to do. -Uh-huh.

I'm not gonna get trench foot.

-Have a good time. -Oh, thank you, sir.

Gentlemen, I make it 1800 hours.

We're all assembled. Let's begin.

Okay. First ace deals.

Here we go.

Oops.

-Nice dealing, Henry. -That's embarrassing.

Did you cut those cards, Henry?

Somebody ought to cut Henry.

Easy, mate.

Okeydoke, ante up.

How 'bout a little five-card stud?

Jake. Three of clubs.

Deuce. Lady.

Ooh. And a big ace for the dealer. Sorry about that.

-Bet a buck blind. -Okay.

-Call. -Call.

The winning hand is folding.

-The pot is ripe. -Hi, sirs.

Sandwiches from the mess tent.

I hope everybody likes carrier pigeon.

There's ham, chicken and something brown that just lays there.

Here we go. Jack, four.

Pair of threes. Queen. Ace, four.

Everybody know Klinger?

-This is Captain Pak. -Sir.

-Major Freedman. -Ah, the psychiatrist.

Still trying to get out wearing dresses, Klinger.

Earrings with a sweater?

Klinger, be creative.

I remember a guy, insisted he was a cockroach

who would only crawl along the woodwork.

That was Private Kafka, I believe.

Then I had a young man who claimed to be reincarnated.

Said he was with Washington at Valley Forge,

and therefore he'd already done his military service.

Just a moment, Nurse. Hold it, people.

Lieutenant Rogers?

Yes, sir?

This man can't be put under. He's army counterintelligence.

Can't be anesthetized unless there's another C.I.D. man present.

In case he tells anything under sedation. Regulations.

Uh, I've notified your H.Q. There will be someone here in a hour.

And I guarantee you you're absolutely in no danger.

I think.

Thanks, Doc.

Five clams.

-I'm out. -I'm in.

I wonder what the chances are of my getting the fifth jack?

Oh, well, not to worry.

Your five and up five.

That's mean.

I'm gonna beat the pants off you, lady.

-Hey, where'd we get the kosher salami? -I brought it.

A little girl I knew at Berkeley sent it. She's a yenta now.

Okay, okay, here we go. Down and dirty.

-What's your problem, poker face?

I'm committing suicide.

Go out in turn, Sidney.

Oops, just found something, but I'll check.

Hey, I bought the fifth jack. I'm out.

Dealer bets ten bucks.

Colonel?

-Uh, Colonel? -Let's see here.

Fondling your chips is very infantile.

-Not now, Sidney. -Colonel?

-Not now, Radar. -But, sir...

Radar, whatever it is, sign it, cancel it or order five more.

All right, Klinger, I'll see your bet.

-What do you got? -Full house.

Aces full of tens.

Oh, rats! Just missed.

-A pair of deuces? -I don't have to show.

Sir, it's important.

And private.

Okay, deal me out.

What do you wanna play next, Sam?

Oh, five-card stud.

High-low. You can buy one at the end

and low hole card wild.

Now, that's inscrutable.

Wait a minute! Almost killed who?

I don't know what his name is, sir. You know how dark it is.

I was driving along, and then all of a sudden I felt this thump.

I think it was a thump.

Was it a thud or a thump?

No, it was more like a thump. It was real sharp-like.

Yes, it was definitely a thump, sir... a Korean thump.

Why a Korean thump?

'Cause I ran over a Korean.

Holy mackerel, Radar! Hitting a Korean national!

They'll put you into the cooler till you're a little old corporal.

Yes, sir.

Just take it easy, son. Where is he?

-He's in the hospital. -Let's go.

Yes, sir. I'm really sorry to take you away from your card game.

Ah, Radar, don't you think you mean more to me than a pair of deuces?

Thank you, one and all. A popular win.

Well, I think it's about time we separate the men from the boys around here.

-You the new sheriff? -That's right, sonny.

And this here's the new schoolmarm.

Deal, Tex,

already.

No contusions, no abrasions, no bleeding.

That's good, isn't it, sir?

No bleeding is best, Radar.

Yes, sir.

How you feel, old timer?

Okay, Nurse, let's get some X rays,

find out if anything's broken.

-Yes, sir. -These old bones snap like kindling.

Uh, gee, I sure am sorry, mister.

I think he understands.

Radar, let me know. I'll be at the game.

-Whose deal is it? -I dealt last.

Oh, okay, it's me. Cut.

Five-card draw, dollar and two, jacks or better, progressive.

Oh, I see the "conference" is in full swing.

Hi, Frank. What's new up on the mount?

Read any good commandments lately?

It's against regulations to gamble with an enlisted man.

You never enlisted, did you, Klinger?

When they came for me,

I ran like a thief right into Grand Central Station.

They trapped me in a pay toilet.

-MCINTYRE: Beautiful. -Cost 'em four dollars in nickels to get me out.

I love a volunteer.

You know, during the physical,

they jabbed me with a coat hanger to get me to cough.

Boy, if this doesn't take the cake.

Officers laughing at a draft-dodger

while a real soldier lies bleeding in O.R.

-What do you mean, bleeding? -Who's bleeding in O.R.?

A C .I .D. man. His chopper crashed.

Looks like multiple internal injuries.

-So why aren't you operating on him? -You can't anesthetize

a C.I.D. man unless there's another one present.

Well, that's crazy.

There's an officer on his way from H.Q. Be here anytime.

Anytime, Frank? How many minutes are there in an anytime, Frank?

I gave him two units. I assure you his condition is stable now.

Being a horse doctor you'd know that.

I lost a kid that way once.

-Come on, Trap. -Now, be advised.

If you so much as touch that patient,

you're violating army regulations.

Frank, we promise to keep saluting all during the operation.

Deal us out.

Okay, deal me in.

-Lap sponge. -NURSE: Lap sponge.

Keep that suction going. This guy's drowning in himself.

You know, he could easily have cashed in.

Is that Frank a pip?

My vote is we put him in front of a 21-gun salute.

I'll tell you this. Frank has definitely put me off reenlisting.

Give me another clamp. Come on. Quick.

Hope this guy doesn't mind ignoring orders by living.

-Clamp. -Sponge.

-Okay, that's enough. -No, it's not.

Nothing broken here, Radar.

Everything's right where it ought to be.

Are you sure, sir?

Radar, I don't know all the medicine in the world,

but I can read an x-ray with one eye tied behind my back.

Even a hairline.

A little loss of calcium, but that's understandable.

He was born two years before Moses.

Yes, sir.

But look it. He's all stiff.

It looks like he's paralyzed.

There's your syndrome... trauma-induced hysterical paralysis.

Wow. That can't be good.

It's classic, Radar.

His mind's raising hell with his body for getting him in an accident.

It just says, "You just lay there for a while and be rigid,

and that'll teach you."

See?

It's all said in Korean, of course.

Well, let's throw the old blanket back and see what I can find.

No, thank you.

What's wrong, Frank?

I can handle this, Colonel.

Well, handle it quietly, will you?

I got an old geezer here stiff as an ironing board.

That's the last tray you're going to upset, soldier. There's a war on!

And we've no time for violence.

I don't wanna go back up there.

I don't wanna go.

Nobody wants to go, fella.

We all know it's brutal at the front,

especially those of us at the rear.

There's nothing wrong with you, see?

It's all in your head.

But don't get the idea it's psychological.

I'm not buying that old combat fatigue dodge.

You're going back into the front line, soldier.

The army doesn't care about your head.

Just get the enemy in the crosshairs and blast away.

What's up, Frank? Fort Sumter been fired upon?

Did you get to the "whites of their eyes" part?

You did it, didn't you? Operated on the C.I.D. man.

Yeah, we thought we'd save his life for kicks.

Well, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes when this thing hits the fan.

Oh, you're a big fan hitter, aren't you, Frank?

I don't wanna go back. I don't wanna go back!

Shut up or I'll have you shipped out tonight.

-Hey, Frank. -Hmm?

Doctors, medicine, compassion... remember?

We're here to serve.

Ours is a dedicated, humane profession.

MAN : Will Doctors Pierce and McIntyre

kindly return to the conference?

They need your money.

-Dr. Mclntyre. -After you, Dr. Pierce.

There's a possible straight. A pair of threes.

Another queen. I don't know.

And garbage for the dealer. Pair of queens bets.

-Trapper? -Wait a minute. What's everybody got?

You like to look at my hole card, gringo?

Very funny. Don't rush me.

Would you like to make a bet

before the war goes into overtime?

Okay. I'll check to the possible straight.

Check along.

-I'm out. -I'm light five.

"El foldo."

All right, I'll see you.

-Over and out. -Sam, did you get the straight?

Did I hit the straight? Two, three, four, five, nine.

My queens held up.

Sell me another stack, Shirley.

-Hold it. Everybody freeze. -What's the matter?

One of the sandwiches just moved.

I can tell you this much, Major.

This is definitely a court-martial offense.

-I warned them. I warned them. -Why didn't you order them not to?

A warning is like an order.

If you warn hard enough, that's sort of "orderish."

-Were you in the operating room with them? -No.

I don't like to be around when rules are broken.

A rough situation, Major.

This man's head's full of intelligence.

That's not my department, sir.

Intelligence is something I try to avoid.

I can see that, yes.

How long will he be out?

Oh, he'll be a little groggy for three, maybe four hours.

I want a reliable M.P. sitting right there

with a pad and a pencil all the time.

-Just in case. -Okay.

You people really know a lot of secrets, don't you?

Yes, we do, but you didn't hear that from me.

Stuff about the war and the Commies

and what they do to women that won't talk?

Yep.

-Now, where are these surgeons? -Right this way, sir.

Lights out, soldier!

Stuff it, Major!

What the hell is that?

Oh, he's, uh, pretending to be violent.

Great imitation.

I'll settle your hash later, mister!

Okay, moving right along now. Dealer's choice.

Five-card stud.

Sidney, what's the psychiatric basis for gambling?

-Sex. -Why?

I don't know. They tell me to say it.

Sex is why we gamble. Sex is why we drink.

-Sex is why we give birth. -Thank you, Doctor.

I'm taking a five-dollar chip. That was a house call.

Are you guys gonna play cards or chew the fat?

If I wanna chew the fat, I'll eat a sandwich.

-Henry, bet the bullet. -Okay, I'll bet a buck.

Here they are.

Pierce. Mclntyre.

-Clear. -You two are under arrest.

Whoa. Hold the phone. I'm Colonel Blake here.

Nobody arrests them without telling me the whys

and wherefores or the reason thereofs.

They operated on a C.I.D. man without another C.I.D. man standing by.

C.I.D. MAN: Captain Halloran.

Okay. Did you guys really do that?

Henry, the guy could have died.

PIERCE: He was bleeding, Henry.

And Frank here who studied medicine

under General Rommel was too chicken to operate.

He was afraid that under anesthesia

the lieutenant might give away Harry Truman's hat size.

Were you in fact present when Lt. Rogers was given anesthesia?

Of course.

Just a minute. Colonel.

-Can these men be trusted? -Well, certainly.

What about her?

She's my wife.

That's a very interesting joke, Sam.

Thanks for seeing me, Sidney.

Look, Captain. The lieutenant went under like a doll.

The only thing he said under anesthesia was, "Honey, you're the greatest."

It was a textbook operation. No complications.

He'll be up and snooping in a week.

-Is that the full poop? -And nothing but the poop.

I split a gut getting down here.

Look, if it'll make you feel any better,

the blues are five, the reds are a dollar

and the whites are 50 cents.

Deal me in.

It's amazing!

Anyone who comes in here is instantly corrupted!

Hurry up, Frank. The good ship Lollipop is leaving.

Hey, up close you're a guy.

Far away too.

-Uh, sir? -ALL: Yes?

Colonel, sir?

Radar, I'm trying to lose some money.

Sir, this is about the man that I, uh...

Radar had a jeep accident. He hit a local.

What happened, kid?

Uh, the guy's all right. He's sitting up.

-I told you, Radar. -Well, he says that if I give him 50 bucks,

he won't report me to the M.P.s.

Hey, Corporal, is this a little guy about five-foot nothing,

anywhere between 50 and 200 years old?

Yes, sir.

He looks like he fell off a charm bracelet?

-Yes, sir. -His name is Hwang?

Yes, that's what he said, sir.

You know who you got here, Henry, the famous Whiplash Hwang.

BOTH: What?

He's the fall-down king of Korea.

Professional accident victim.

He pretends to let a jeep bang into him,

And then he gets whatever he can for it.

-That's pathetic. -Yeah, it is in a way.

He was a farmer before the war,

and then he had to hit the road, literally.

All right, come on. Ten bucks a man ought to do it.

Hey, this is blackmail, you know?

Maybe I ought to run him in.

Maybe you will on the way home.

Okay, the pot's right.

Here you go, Radar.

Oh, thank you, sir. All you sirs.

Come on, Hawk. Deal.

These sandwiches for anybody?

Anybody with a death wish.

Where were we?

-Whose bet is it? -Ace, four bets.

Okay, you got it, one buck.

It's 2:30. Should we set a time limit?

Okay, one week from today, we deal once around to me.

That's gunfire.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

-Maybe there's an after-hours war around here.

Radar, what's going on?

It's a patient, sir. He blew his cork.

Sidney, front and center.

I'm not going out there without a bulletproof couch.

Okay, the first thing people do in a situation like this is panic.

Well, I think I'm doing it in the right order.

Let me go out there. One shot and I'll stop him.

Hold it. Anything you put in him, we have to take out.

One bullet. That's all.

Okay, one bullet. Just don't use the gun.

BURNS: Make way, soldier!

That's Major Burns. He's in the shower!

Pierce. Mclntyre. Sidney. Come on.

I'm not going back up to the line. The noise is terrible.

Yes, I understand. The noise can be very loud.

Shells have a tendency to explode.

You've been up there. You know.

Actually, no one's ever asked me.

But I see almost every war picture that comes out.

I feel it's my duty.

Hey, you got no clothes on.

Well, I like to take them off when I have a shower.

-Put that gun down. -Why do you wanna send me back?

Yo? Frank?

You alone in there?

Well, not exactly.

Uh, Private Carter's in here with me.

I'm fully naked. He has a gun.

You all right, Frank?

Sure. Fine. Well, you know.

-You're a liar. -Yes, I am.

I'd be lying if I said I weren't. Would you like my sponge?

SIDNEY: Private Carter, this is Dr. Freedman.

I'm sick of doctors!

This one keeps saying he wants me to go back to the front!

He's a good man, one of the best in the profession,

a terrific doctor and a great human being.

Maybe we should call Father Mulcahy.

He could give the truth the last rites.

CARTER: The hell he's a great human being.

Yes, the hell I am!

Carter, what's the problem?

He's the problem!

He keeps waving the flag in my face!

Ten thousand doctors and we had to get Betsy Ross.

Carter, if there's a legitimate reason

for you not to go back to the line,

I promise you won't go.

-I've heard that before!

BLAKE: Ambulance!

-He's all right, Sidney. -Yeah, I'm all right.

Yeah. Just take it very slow. Take it very easy.

-Frank, are you all right? -It's all over now.

Well, I must admit I was scared silly...

until I, uh, got the gun away from him.

You know...

I never saw him, honest.

Let's go, Whiplash. You've had a busy day.

I never saw him, honest.

BLAKE: Hey, guys, let's pack it in. What do you say?

TRAPPER: Okay.

Same time next week?

I thought this was the same time next week. Let's quit.

-I've had enough. -Yeah, I've had it too.

-Who deals? -Me, I guess.

Cut 'em, Sam.

Okay, five-card draw. High, low.