All language subtitles for MASH (1972) - S04E22 - The More I See You (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)_track3_[eng]

Bored.

So bored.

So bored, it's boring.

Boringadingding.

Boronus,
boreetus, boreemus.

I came, I saw, I bored.

Bored, she bored,
they bored.

All aboard.

I was gonna say that.

Sure.

HAWKEYE:
Hello. Hello.

B.J.:
What? What?

-Company.
-New nurses?

Or loaners.

Maybe the old ones
are going into the shop.

This is the 4077th.

Yeah?

Don't tell me.
Don't even think it.

B.J.:
What's wrong?

There are five
MASH units in Korea,

three evac hospitals,

I don't know how many
aid stations,

clearing stations,
hospital ships,

whatever, and she
had to land here.

Which one?

The blonde on the right.

Very attractive.

Completely forgettable
looks...

that stay
with you forever.

Sounds like we're getting
into flashback country.

You gotta be kidding.

-What's that?
-You just hid.

-Who hid?
-You did hid.

I haven't hidden
since I was three.

Sometimes I'm sorry
they ever found me.

You wanna talk?

We were involved
for a time...

during my regical surg--

my, uh, surgical, uh,
residency in, uh, Boston.

Uh-huh.

Wonderful girl.

Good kid.

You always react
like this to good kids?

We were close.
Pretty close.

If I didn't see her every
hour, I got the bends.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

You saw a lot
of each other?

Couldn't help it.
We were living together.

The plot thickens.

Not long, year,
year and a half.

Not long.

We had a small flat.
Painted it ourselves.

My hands were hunter green
for a week.

Told everybody
I was a tree surgeon.

It, uh, busted up,
sort of.

You left her?

The minute
after she left me.

What's her name?

Her name?

I know you were young,
but you must've had names.

-Carlye.
-Carlye?

Unusual.

Carlye Breslin.

Altogether unusual.

I don't-- I don't mind
her being here.

No, I-I don't think
I really mind at all.

Is that why you're
reading Frank's diary?

I mean, she can't
help being sent

wherever those idiots
send her.

It's just that of all
the people to jump

out of a Jeep
in southwest Korea,

why the hell does it
have to be her?

I think
I'll check this out.

Find out how long
she's staying, you know?

Maybe she's not
even staying.

Maybe it's not even her.

-Maybe you're not even you.
-Right.

It's me.

It's her.

It's us.

Radar, you busy?

Uh, Major Burns says to fix
the lights in surgery.

Right. He's afraid
to sleep in the dark.

Look at that. Talent.

I'm not just
a pretty face, right?

Especially
since you started

parting the hair on your
legs in the middle.

Radar, two new nurses just
turned up in the compound.

Sears Roebuck
must have got my order.

Are they--
Are they assigned here

or are they just
passing through?

They're all ours,
brand new nurses.

Be happy to
check 'em out, sir.

Make sure they're assembled
correctly, no missing parts.

There's a Walton, Carlye,
and an Anderson, Becky.

-Carlye Walton?
-You know her?

Not by that name.

Well, maybe
it's a married one.

Says here married.

What, was she not before?

Lots of women are married.
My wife is married.

Somehow that makes her
more exciting.

-You're weird.
-See you.

I didn't mean you.

"The national color
for Korean men's clothing

"is white.

"In some localities,

"unmarried men
wear their hair down.

Married men wear a topknot."

-A topknot.
-Yeah.

"The women wear full skirts

which hang from the waist
and almost sweep the ground

and short jackets
revealing their breasts."

Well, that must
flip a few topknots.

-Read on.

Oh. "A Korean house

"with bits of charcoal
and pine twigs

"hung on a straw line outside

"signifies that a baby girl
has been born,

and no one is allowed
to enter for three weeks."

Oh, Korean baby girls

take an incredibly
long time to make up.

Must be.

-B.J.: Anybody home?

HAWKEYE: Men are here
with your welcome.

-Oh, come in.
-B.J.: How do?

We greet you on behalf
of the men,

women, and deviants
of the 4077th.

I'm Becky Anderson.

Carlye Walton.

This is Captain
B. J. Hunnicutt.

What does "B.J."
stand for?

Practically anything.

-This is Captain
Hawkeye Pierce.
-Hawkeye?

Uh, that's from The Last
of the Mohicans, isn't it?

HAWKEYE: Give the little
lady a cigar.

Cigar. We have anything

you might conceivably
wish to smoke:

cigar, pipe, ham.

-Oh, gee, thanks.
-Think nothing of it.

My partner and I come
with extra table leaves

just so we can extend
ourselves for you.

-So we can extend
ourselves for you.
-Right.

Tell our first couple

what else they've
won, Fenneman.

-This bar of soap--

...from those who'll be working
closely with you in O.R.

Please use at least
once a week.

Shampoo.

Because we couldn't find
anything real poo.

To be taken
only internally.

Thank you.

And last,
but certainly most,

five hundred sheets
of the famous 4077 stationery.

Very handy
for writing your lawyer.

It's obvious you've
struck an officer

or embezzled
the company's funds

or ravaged a corpsman.

Only creeps get
sent to a MASH.

That's the end
of our goodies.

If there's anything
we can do to make
your sentence bearable--

We're right
across the road.

Tent's called "The Swamp."

Stop in for a drink
after chow.

Oh, thank you.

Dinner here's around 7:00.

-Nausea's around 8:00.
-Ladies.

I love him.

Which one?

I don't care.

Come.

Lieutenant.

Well, it is a swamp.

We did it
without a decorator.

A little hunter green
wouldn't hurt.

-Sorry, all out.
-Mm.

-I promised you a drink.
-Yes.

Uh, You were right
about the food here.

Yeah, I'll never
understand how the cook
got off at Nuremberg.

You have your choice,
gin or gin.

-I'll leave it up to you.
-Here you go.

Thank you.

To old friends.

Old friends.

-It's pure poison.
-We think so.

Oh, how are you,
Hawkeye?

Are you well?

How do I look?

A little thinner.
A little paler.

A few gray hairs.

These aren't mine.

I'm breaking in
a friend's senility.

Has it been rough
for you over here?

It's mostly kids
you work on,

as if they machine gunned
a high school class.

-You all right?
-Yeah, fine.

How do you stand
on the subject of sitting?

-So--
-I was gonna say that.

Tell me about Mr. Walton.

Lieutenant Walton.

Oh, military type?

Yeah, naval officer.

Are you saying he's a lad
in blue or an obstetrician?

He's patrolling off the coast
in a destroyer.

Probably has the glass
on us right now.

Regular Navy?

No, he'll go back
to advertising.

Oh, advertising.

Ah, is that white smoke
coming out of your ears

mean you've just
elected yourself pope?

-Any children?
-No, not yet.

We're still
talking about that.

That's not how you get 'em.
I just read a paper on that.

How about you?

Children? No.
I'm still my only child.

No one has gotten you
to wear a topknot?

-Huh?
-Is there

a Mrs. Benjamin
Franklin Pierce?

My ring finger is clean.

I remain unbetrothed,
my bachelorhood intact.

A solitary figure seemingly
sentenced to singleness.

You're trying too hard.
Are you uncomfortable?

I'll stop pressing.

Oh, may I have some more
of this horrible stuff?

Obviously, you don't
know a good antifreeze
when you drink it.

I've thought about you.
I wondered how you were,

what happened after you left.

Well, mostly
I-I got married.

But not to me.

When was the first, last,
or anytime in between

-that you ever asked me?
-Carlye, I was in residency.

If I'd had two tails,
I'd have worked them both off.

That was the greatest
medical learning experience

outside this nonstop
butcher shop I could have.

I couldn't get
married then.

Then or ever.

I was struggling,
broke, remember?

I used to fight
the cat for scraps.

-Other men have done it.
-What men? What other?

You mean your
Lieutenant Topknot?

-Doug.
-Doug, right. Figures.

Doug was struggling
when we got married.

Struggling in advertising?

What would've been the loss?

One less huckster persuading
America its breath is bad,

that they're condemned
to purgatory

if their armpits
don't smell like roses?

I was training for medicine.

Maybe if you'd been just
a little less good at it,

you might have needed me
a little more.

Doug is able to commit
to something beyond his work,

happily,
and that's something.

There's been no one since you.

Faint copies at best.

I had to survive.

Right. Here's to survival.

Oh! Not if we keep
drinking this.

It's gonna be difficult,
isn't it?

Being in the same hospital?

Not at all.

You're an excellent nurse.
I'm a fantastic doctor.

We're here to work,
just work.

Can you do that?

Watch me.

Right.

-Good night, Hawkeye.
-Good night.

Doug.

You've got to find
yourself a hobby, Radar.
Something creative.

Like Eisenhower and Churchill
and me, we all paint.

There's my impersonation, sir.

-I'm workin' on a turtle.
-A turtle?

Yes, sir.

A turtle.

That's the best turtle
I ever saw.

And then there's Al Jolson.

I seen him entertainin'
the troops down in Seoul.

And now, folks, Jolie's gonna
sing a little song for ya,

a song written by a dear friend
of mine, Mr. Harry Warren,

on his honeymoon
night in 1901.

A song of love and tenderness
to his lovely wife June.

On his honeymoon night,
he wrote this song,

and it goes like this.

You don't do him singing?

Uh, not yet, sir.

Then hold still.

Lap sponge.

Lap sponge.

-One more.
-Yes, sir.

Well, you work fast
around here.

Casualties have a tendency
to multiply during truce talks.

-Clamp.
-Clamp.

-Hold it.
-Suction?

-When I say.
-Sorry.

There's a new word
in your vocabulary.

Now the suction.

Shall I ask not to be assigned
to you in the future?

It isn't a dinner party.

You can't just rearrange
the place cards. Clamp.

You'll get me
when you get me.

I'm just afraid of your
voice giving me frostbite.

There's no way we can
avoid each other.

-Small camp.
-Small war.

Have you thought of deserting?

There's a six month
waiting list.

You have to stand in line
to go AWOL.

Pickups.

Can we talk?

I'm trying.

Not here, later.

I know a little corner
of Korea nobody ever uses.

Is it formal?

Black tourniquet.

Oh, fantastic.

I knew you'd like it.

Yes, it's very nice.
Early Terrible.

Not fair. You're
insulting the place,

and you've only
been here five seconds.

Well, what's the record?

What have
the other nurses said?

I never bring nurses here,
except in an emergency.

Fortunately--

There's a constant
state of emergency.

Oh, I like the way
you've done the floor.

We have someone come in
once a week with fresh dirt.

Care for a bottle
of khaki champagne?

Oh, my,
there's lots of drinking
over here, isn't there?

Well, if truth is
the first casualty of war,

I guess sobriety is second.

I bet Hannibal crossed
the Alps on pink elephants.

Here we are.

A lovely Fort Dix '43.

Aha.

Here's to what?

To just being yourself.

I'm a little out of practice,
but for you--

I was wrong, Carlye.

About what I said
at first.

Our first first
or this first?

When I said that you and I
could just work together--

just work.

That you were
an excellent nurse.

-I'm not an excellent nurse?
-No, no, no.

What I-- What-- Are you nuts?

You-you've got
24 karat fingers.

I don't see how
I can possibly behave

like a normal human person
around you, unless I--

unless I get rid
of some of that--

that unpleasant baggage

I've been carrying
around for years.

My name is on
that baggage?

I hated you
for a long time.

Passionately.

Hate. The real thing.

If I'd met you during
my celebrated blue period,

I don't know what
I'd have done.

I know I hurt ya, Hawk.

Hurt?

You broke my legs.

It really tore me apart
when you left me.

There was no reason for you
to feel that way, you know?

You let it happen.

Well, I still felt betrayed,
and mad as hell.

Finally, finally,
finally, finally.

Finally I thought
I'd gotten over it.

I got over the hate...

but I never
got over the love.

When you came into camp
that first day,

I heard this strange sound.

It was my heart
beating again.

One look at you,
and it got a jump charge.

I can't just
just work around you.

It can't be the way
that it was, Hawk.

It could be better.

Ohh! Master complicator.

God forbid anything
should ever be easy.

Give me a little side view,
Klinger, more latissimus.

Which part of me
is that, sir?

Your back.

-Better?
-Good.

You cold, Klinger?
You look a little blue.

I always look blue, sir.
It's my heavy beard.

I started shaving
when I was 12.

That happens.

My sister started
when she was ten.

How am I comin' there?

I'm gonna call this
"Greek Athlete."

I'd love to send
my wife a copy.

Next time I'll put
a carbon under the canvas.

-Thanks.
-Hold still, please.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Come in, Father.

I'm just recreating.
At ease, Klinger.

What can I do you for?

Oh, I'd like your permission
to return these, sir.

Quartermaster sent us
a gross of new Bibles,

and there seem to be
quite a number of
typographical errors.

-Oh?
-Uh, here's the first one.

"Thou shalt commit adultery."

Well, that's the new army,
Father.

Well, let's hope
it's a typo.

These lads are trained
to take orders.

Send 'em back, Father.
No sweat.

Thank you, sir.

Okay. About five minutes?

I'll be here.

Oh, boy, will I be here.
Thanks much.

Aha! Giving our position
away to the Nazis, eh?

That explains the submarine
in the compound.

Radar set me up with
a ham operator in Alaska

who's got a friend
in Seattle

who's gonna radio
San Francisco

to a guy who's gonna
hook me up with Peg.

You could swim
to her quicker.

File this under M.P.,
Medical Profile.

-Or Military Police.
-Or Member of Parliament.

Or Married Person.

I haven't been home
much the past few weeks.

Better. That way you miss me
sobbing into my pillow.

I think we're very happy.

I think you'd probably know.

You disapprove.

Me? You want disapproval,
you disapprove.

I'm not the ACME
Judgment Company.

A lot of married people
are unfaithful.

I read that
in the Cheater's Almanac.

-You?
-Me what?

Ever been unfaithful?

To whom?

Well, who could you be
unfaithful to?

-Myself, for openers.
-No, no, come on.

You know what I mean.
To your wife.

You mean have I ever strayed?

Ever checked in somewhere
without a toothbrush.

Never.

Never been tempted?

Tempted's another subject.

Ah, you have been tempted.

Never.
But it's another subject.

Rat.

Hello! Hello!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, yeah, I'll wait.

Uh, look, uh...

minding my own business
is a full-time job.

In my spare time,
it's my hobby.

I can't divide myself
emotionally. I, uh...

I couldn't break
my word to Peg.

And not because
God'll send me to hell

without an electric fan

or because it's not
the right thing to do.

I simply don't want to.

You've got a lot to learn
about messing up your life.

I'm sure.

Peg? Peg, it's me!

Hawkeye, I've been
lookin' for you.

A little louder, darlin'.

We've got half a world
between us.

I just got it.

Perfect.
I can hear you just great.

Is this any better?

-How are ya, darlin'?
-Fine.

Come in.

Oh, hi.

Hi?

I just found out
you put in for a transfer.

Hi? You'd have to use
a divining rod

to find a "hi" in me.

Oh, Radar doesn't waste
any time, does he?

Radar's my informer.

He's my snitch, my friend,
my helper.

If he could fly,
he'd be my falcon.

I was gonna tell you.

I wouldn't have
just slipped away.

Well, it's always
worked before.

Oh, you're still
working on last time?

Last time turns out to be
a warmup for this time.

-What are you telling Potter?
-The truth.

I can't stay here
with you...

with me,
the way we are again.

"Be yourself," you said!

Well, myself
happens to love you.

-What can I do?
-I love you.

Oh, now, I understand!
Since we're in love,

there's no possible reason
for us to stay together.

The third casualty of war
has to be fidelity.

Third now
and moving up fast.

I've always been
honest with Doug.

-So don't stop.
-He'll want a divorce.

Then it'll be
just you and me.

Oh, what does that mean?

What does that mean?

That means we'll be together!
We'll enjoy each other!

We'll revel in each other!

Oh, what is it really?
Uh, I know. I see.

I know, I know, I know.
Look, look.

There was a time
when I couldn't ask you

because that--
But that was then.

That was then, this is now.

We're two
different people.

I know I certainly am.

I think I can
handle it now.

Huh? Sure!
Of course I can.

Listen, why shouldn't we?
Why couldn't we?

Let's just-- Let's!

-Hawkeye!
-What?

L-Look at yourself!

Look where you are!

You're trapped!

You just proposed
yourself into a corner.

So? However I did it,
I did it.

You didn't propose to me,
you proposed to yourself.

Well, I wanted to
try it out on me first.

Did you hear yourself?

No, what did I miss?

If you had gone
into medicine

with the same
lack of conviction

that you seem to have
about marriage,

you'd have been
a mortician's delight.

What should I do,
go down on one knee?

No, no, no, no.

The only convention I care
about is the convention

where two people can't
live without each other.

Y-Your work is always
gonna be the most important,

single thing in your life.

That's fair!
That's how it should be.

You're very gifted.

I just don't want to take
a backseat again.

I like it up front.

You're smart.

Mm... sometimes.

We don't have
to say goodbye now.

It's, uh--

A transfer
takes a week or so.

Well, I asked them
to rush it.

Oh.

Do me a favor, huh?

Yeah.

If anybody asks,
I turned you down.

Right.

B.J.: Come on.
Come on. Come on.

You're not thinking.

-I am. G.R., right?
-G.R., right.

-An actor?
-An actor.

-A living American actor.
-Right.

G.R. George Raft.

He's just a living American.

All right. All right.
All right. All right. Uhh...

-Gene Raymond.
-Nope.

Uh...Gregory Ratoff.

Nope.

-Ya give?
-Give.

Gerald Rassmussen.

Who is Gerald Rassmussen?

He was my high school
drama teacher.

Terrific actor.

Who ever heard of him?

Everybody,
if he hadn't died.

You said living American.

If I'd said dead, you'd have
guess Gerald just like that.

-You're mental.
-Care to try again?

Later. Next month.

I love the way

she drops into my life
every few years,

just to give me
a little open heart surgery.

It's got to be rough.

I'll live.

In some ways, I don't mind
that she's gone again.

It's just that she never
altogether leaves.