All language subtitles for MASH (1972) - S05E13 - Hawks Nightmare (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)_track4_[eng]

[theme music playing]

Look at them.They're babies.

What are you
talking about?

The patients, Frank.Look at their faces.

They couldn't ante upa whisker between them.

Beards don't
prove anything.

Remember, you heard
it here first.

Litter!

It's not what's
on their chins,

but what's in
their guts.

Which is mostly shrapnel.

Frank started out tobe a psychiatrist,

but he discovered helikes the sight of blood.

Oh, hardy-har-har.

These men are
soldiers, Pierce,

and darn proud of it.

No, they're not.They're babies.

Look at thisTimothy Burke.

Can't be morethan 18 years old.

He oughta be home beingburped by his mother.

We're all a bunch
of pediatricians.

-All except you, Frank.-Oh? And what am I?

Well?

Don't rush me.I'm still working on it.

Clumsy oaf.

And no prompting from thestudio audience, please.

Babies.

You okay, Hawk?

I'm going out.

"Wondering where they went.And so the..." Oh, Hawkeye.

I'm on my way to
a root beer float.

Look at that Daffy Dan.I thought he was supposedto be so exhausted.

Tomcatting around as usual.Probably on the prowl forthat Nurse Able.

Able and willing
is the way I hear it.

It's possible, Frank,
that Captain Piercejust is trying to unwind.

-After all, he did
put in a 19-hour day.
-And what about me?

-You slept.
-I took a nap.

-Eight hours, Frank,
is not a nap.
-So sue me.

-The alarm didn't go off.-Sure, Frank.

Well, it was still
a long day.

-I'm human.
-Oh?

I need to unwind too.

Margaret, I'm as taut
as a watch spring.

Your state of tautness
is no longer a concern
of mine, Major Burns.

I happen to be
an engaged person.

-Oh, that scent. What is it?-Forbidden Furlough.

-Eight dollars an ounce.-Oh, it's worth it. It'sdriving me mad.

It's not intendedto do that, Major Burns.

-It's to remind me of him.-Oh, Margaret, I achefor you. I yearn for you.

You're everything
beautiful and fineand noble in this world.

Uh-huh.

You're the moon, the sun,the stars in heaven.

-You make the angels
feel unworthy.
-Frank, really!

I know God exists
because you exist.

I belong to him.

You better than anyone
ought to know.

-I'm a one-man woman.
-You're all woman.

Lieutenant Colonel
Penobscott's all man.

You smell like
a French hooker.

-Hiya, Scooter.
-"Scooter"?

-Look at my new tennis shoes.-Your new what?

I feel so light.I feel like I could run forever.

I feel so free.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I get that feelingwith a pair of new pumps.

Ain't you tired,
Captain?

You were in the O.R.all day and half the night.

-What do you think of our newprincipal, Mr. Vanderhaven?-Who?

I like your new BB gun.My dad won't let me get one.

-See ya, Scoot.
-Oh!

Get some sleep, Captain.

-Hi.
-Hi, Hawkeye.

You wanna go down tothe park and play ball?

Uh, no,
I think not, Hawkeye.

It's a little late
to play ball.

Okay.

-Strike out?
-Nobody to play with.

You screwball.

Right in front
of Nurse Ripley.

Next time you're in
the mood to play ball,

wait till she
goes on duty.

You tired?

-What's beyond tired?
-Exhausted.

-What comes after that?-Dead?

-Now you're gettin' warm.-Well, what do you expect,

wandering around thecompound half the night?

What's he talking about?

I guess he's talking aboutyour midnight stroll.

Now what are you
talking about?

KLINGER:Hey, Captain, no foolin'.

You were playing
basketball, sort of.

Come on, don't pull my leg.

The shape I'm in,
it'll come off.

You were telling me aboutyour new tennis shoes.

-What tennis shoes?-You were wearing boots,

but you were talking
about this great pair
of tennies you got.

Then you asked me
about some guy named

Vander-something-or-other.

I don't know any
Vander-something.

You said he was
the new principal.

What is it, son?

Vanderhaven.

He's talking about
Clarence Vanderhaven.

I just got a cold
shiver down my back.

Me too.

You must have beensleepwalking.

I don't sleepwalk.
I mean, I never have.

-How do you know?
-FRANK: That's right.

You may have even performedsurgery in your sleep.

The voice of experience.

I'm sure it's nothing

to be overly concerned
about, Hawkeye.

You've just been
working too hard.

You're not worried
about anything
special, are you?

Me, worry? What have I gotto worry about?

Except the chance
I may go to sleep
tonight in the Swamp,

and wake up
tomorrow morning

strolling through
downtown Peking.

I was playing basketball?

Yeah.

But on the bright side,you weren't bad.

Would you believe that,two years ago,

I never even
heard of Korea?

Me neither, but then, uh,

Geography was nevermy strong subject.

Where are you from?

Crabapple Cove, Maine.You probably heard of it.

That sounds nice.

Like a place whereWinnie-the-Pooh hangs out.

It was a great
place to be a kid.

There was a stream
with fish in it

that ran right
behind the house.

More trees than you couldclimb in a lifetime.

And in the fall, whenthe leaves began to turn...

you couldn't
believe the beauty.

It was as if God had
invented new colors

just for the occasion.

What about the people?

They never changed color.Always the same.

Off-white.

Come on.What are they like?

The best.

The greatest man I everknew was born there,

and he never wanted
to live anywhere else.

Who's that?

My dad.

How long since
you've seen him?

A lifetime.

Two years.

Did you lose
something, sir?

Hi, Stinky.

Uh, sir, that's the
sorta name that kinda
sticks with a fella.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd just call me
by my given nickname.

What's cooking, Dexter?

If those are my only choices,I guess I'll take Stinky.

It's got a little
more pizzazz.

-What?
-He's at it again.

RADAR:
What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

-KLINGER: He's asleep.
-RADAR: Oh, go on.

-Hawkeye, you asleep?
-Don't wake him.
He'll get lockjaw.

Before I'm through,

I'm gonna own every puriein Crabapple Cove.

-That's spooky!-Help me get him back to bed.

Right.

What a shot!
I'm gonna clean up.

-Here we go.
-Careful, sir.

Did you see that?
You see that shot?

-Right.
-What a shot.

-Hey, Stinky.
-What?

Do me a favor, will ya?Get my marbles.

If I leave 'em out there,somebody's gonna swipe 'em.

Right.

Come on, Hawkeye.Just a little bit further.

What a shot.

RADAR:
Easy now. Relax.

Ooh, ooh.

Come on, Stinky.

I knew it.

I knew it.

[indistinct muttering]

Watch it, Toby.
Toby, Toby, the trees!

-Hawk, Hawkeye!Hawkeye, it's all right.-What, what, what?

It's just a dream.
It's okay.

It's okay.You're having a bad dream.

Oh, God, that was awful.

What was it?

Oh, God, what a dream!

-Who's Toby?
-Toby. Toby Wilder.

My-- He's my best friend.

[stammering]
When we were kids,

he and I and Dickie Barberwere the Three Musketeers.

I saw us riding our sledsdown Hermitage Hill.

We were just kids.We were, like, 11 or 12.

And, uh... he was go--

He was going
way too fast.

He was, like,completely out of control.

It was as if the snow
had turned to ice.

And he was heading
for the trees.

And he kept
screaming my name.

"Hawkeye! Hawkeye!"

It's just a dream, Hawk.

Yeah, sure, just a dream.

Only, I'm shaking
like a leaf.

My heart's poundingas if I've run ten miles.

My palms are sweaty.

And I'm not sure,but I think I wet the bed.

[sighs]

That dream could
have been a warning.

-A premonition.
-I don't believe
in that stuff.

Some people haveextrasensory perception.

I knew you were
gonna say that.

Seriously. Have you a morelogical explanation?

-Scalpel.
-Scalpel.

Are you forgetting
I'm a doctor

as well as a
card-carrying skeptic?

I don't believe most
of what I can see,

let alone what I can't.

So what's
your explanation?

Look, there's no reasonto make a big deal

out of a little sleepwalkingand one nightmare.

I agree, and believe me,I wouldn't, if it werehappening to anyone else.

It's tension.You've been working too hard,and you're not sleeping.

Yeah. The only green vegetablesI get are martini olives.

-What do I expect?
-B.J.: Exactly.

Frankly,
I think I'm pregnant.

I also think I'm gonna
call Toby Wilder.

Not because I believe inany of that clairvoyant stuff.

Just because I wannachat with an old friend.

See how he's doing,
see how the kids are.

And if it should happento come up in conversation,

find out if he's beenkilled on a sled recently.

Toby, you were flying
down Hermitage Hill,

and you were heading rightfor that big oak, you know?

And-and you kept ca--
No, really.

No, really.You kept calling my name.

Huh?

No, I don't owe you 37 bucks.Listen, the--

Toby, I do not owe you $37.Listen to me, will ya?

The sled was-- The--

Toby, li-- The-- Tob--

Yes, I borrowed the money.I admit that.

But I paid you
back years ago.

Why would I lie?

Okay, Toby, fine, fine.

If that's how you feel about it,come over here and collect!

Next time he gets on a sled,

it better not be in my dream.

[piano playing]

How can you be sosure you paid him?

Because I always
pay my debts.

Except for
"Nudist Quarterly".

I ordered that
in Frank's name.

But the point is,I was calling 11,000 miles

to try to save his life,

and all he could do was gripeabout 37 lousy dollars.

What's 11,000 miles gotto do with anything?

People always talk aboutlong-distance phone calls

like they had to
walk all the way.

That's true.

You know, Klinger,
you're not just
another pretty face.

You're definitely not
just another pretty face.

Thank you.

Good night, all.
Sleep tight.

Well, I think
I'll tuck it in, too.

What's your hurry?

What's with you?You giving up sleep for Lent?

There's no point
in going to bed.

I'll just be up playingbasketball in five minutes.

Come on, stick around.
I'll buy you a drink.

Goodnight, Captain.

That's easy for you to say.

Hey, how goes it, Frank?

-What?
-Life.

Life?

Yeah, everything turningout the way you wanted?

Are your dreams, aspirations,and fantasies shaping up?

You woke me up.

Well, God knows I've tried.

Are you nutsy?
I was sleeping.

-Yeah, don't rub it in.-Why did you wake me up?

'Cause I'm interested
in you, Frank.

Tell me about
your hometown.

It's Fort Wayne.
What's it to ya?

I hear Fort Wayne isthe Brussels of the Midwest.

Tell me about the people.All of them.

You're crazy, Pierce.

-You wanna hear
about my hometown?
-No.

Crabapple Cove.

First settled
in the year 1684.

Population: 3,976.

Fort Wayne's bigger than that.

Yeah.

You ever been afraid to goto sleep at night, Frank?

Of course not.

Even as a kid?

Well, I had a Popeyenight light when I was little.

My dad took it away.

He said it was dark12 hours out of every 24,

and he wouldn't put
up with a son

who was a coward
half the time.

-He took away
your night light?-Well, it's no big deal.

There's nothing in the darkthat's not there in the light.

Why do I find no comfort
in that thought?

Popeye, where are you
when I need you?

[sighs]

[screaming]

-Radar, I gotta call
Crabapple Cove.
-Huh?

I just had a dream.Dickie Barber, an explosion.

He was blown into
a million pieces.

-Wow! A million pieces.-I gotta help out.

Please, get up, get up.Come on, I gotta call him.

I gotta find out if he's okay.I gotta warn him.

Right.

RADAR:
He wants me to call
Dickie Barber.

I just gotta hear his voice.I gotta make sure.

-Place the call, Radar.-RADAR: Yes, sir.

-Anything I can do, son?-No.

It'll take time for
Radar to get through.

Why don't you lie down
for a little while?

Sparky?

When Hawkeye's finished,

I want you to place
a second call.

-Who to?
-Dr. Sidney Freedman.

-The psychiatrist?
-Shh.

Yes, sir.

He's fine.Dickie Barber's just fine.

My hometown's gonna thinkI turned into a ghoul.

Come on.You dream a couple offriends are in danger,

and you figure you mightdo some good warning them.

I don't think Crabapple Coveis gonna banish you for that.

-I think I'm cracking up.-Hawk.

No, I'm not kidding.

How long can a person
live without sleep?

Two weeks, but yougotta keep dancing.

-I'm scared.
-We're sitting in
the middle of a war.

You're supposed to be scared.It's normal.

No, not this scared.
Not this way.

What's different?

It's one thing to live
in a shooting gallery,

but now I'm being
attacked from inside.

I'm afraid to lie
down in my sack.

I'm afraid to
close my eyes.

How do I defend myself
from myself?

Thanks, Doc.Then we'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

What's the matter
with Hawkeye, sir?

I don't know, Radar.

Oh, gee. I thought he was doingokay fighting against the war.

You mean fighting the war,don't you?

No, sir. I mean the waragainst the war.

You know. We all fight it.

You fight it by, uh, paintingand riding your horse,

and I fight it by working hardand taking care of my animals.

Yeah.

- That makes sense.
- Yes, sir, but, uh...

Well, Hawkeye's
really fought it.

I mean, he's made fun of it.

He knew it was awful, but...but he never let it get him.

He never backed down.

They oughta give him a medalfor the way he's foughtthis war.

The worse it got, the--the more he joked about it.

And now the jokesaren't working anymore.

-No, sir.The other side's winning.-It hasn't won yet.

Once upon a time, a kid namedDavid went up against a heavyfavorite named Goliath...

-and decked him.-I know about that, sir.

But David wasn't afraidto fall asleep at night.

- I'm out.
- Me too.

That's what I thought.

Is He ever wrong?

Only when it comes to poker.

I believe you, Radar.
I'm going out,

and I'm taking my measlypair of nines with me.

You win, Radar.

Jeez, all I had was
a pair of sevens.

Sorry, Hawkeye.

Who'd have thought
it would come to this.

Radar not only bluffs
me out of a pot,

he pities me, besides.

I'm going out
for some air.

-Mind if I tag along?
-Fine with me, Doc.

As long as your couch
has wheels on it.

Okay, seven card high-low,deuces wild,

high spade in the hole.

How's it goin'?

[in Austrian accent]Well, you is the cuckoo expert.

I'm just a cuckoo.

Potter call you?

Would you be upset
if he had?

No, I'd appreciatehis concern.

I'm just here to
play a little poker,

have a couple of drinks,

and figure out
the meaning of life.

Sidney, I'm afraidto go to sleep.

So I hear.

And they tell meI've been playing a meangame of zombie basketball.

They tell me you've
been worrying about
losing your marbles.

Ah, very good.

For my next trick,I'll invent sibling rivalry.

Tell me,what's happening, Sidney?

I'm scared sick.

Why do I--Why do I sleepwalk?

Why do I have theseterrible nightmares?

I see old pals asclearly as I see you,

and they'regetting zapped.

And then I callthe States,

and they're homewatching Milton Berle.

If this keeps up,people are gonna realizeI'm as crazy as I think I am.

What do you think?

I think I'd like
to sit down.

Tell me, Sidney,

has my little redchoo-choo gone chuggingaround the bend?

You amateurs just can'tresist tossing around

that psychoanalyticaljargon.

Okay, have it your way.

Has my, uh, trolley
been derailed?

Am I playing with
half a deck?

Am I driving without
my headlights?

That's better.

So you've been walking
in your sleep.

What do you think it means?

I'm walking.

I'm, uh, I'm walking
towards something.

-I'm walking away
from something.
-Mm-hmm.

I'm trying to escape.

In other words,
you go to sleep,

your subconscious
takes a little walk,

and brings your body
along for company.

Yeah, well, I don't seemto be getting very far.

You're making it all the wayback to Crabapple Cove.

All the way back to a timeof playing ball,

and shooting marbles,
and going on picnics,

were all there was
to worry about.

No more responsibility.

No more life
and death decisions.

And pain was a skinned knee.

What about my nightmares?

What about them?

I keep having these
dreams about these...

these kids I grew up with.

And I...

The dreams start out okay.

The kids are fine,and then they end in disaster.

Like those kids
who roll past you

on that bloody
assembly line.

You dream to escape,but the war invades your dream,

and you wake up screaming.

The dream is peaceful.

Reality is the nightmare.

Am I crazy, Sidney?

No.

A bit confused.A little fershimmeled, is all.

Actually, Hawkeye,

you're probably the sanestperson I've ever known.

Fact is, if you were crazy,you'd sleep like a baby.

So when do my nightmares end?

When this big one ends,

most of the others
should go away.

But there's a lot of sufferinggoing on here, Hawkeye,

and you can't avoid it.

You can't even
dream it away.

You're very reassuring, Sidney.

You got a heck of
a "warside" manner.

Let's cut out this kid stuffand play some ball.

-Ooh.-Hey, you're pretty bad.

Come here.

Look at that, will ya?

Is it any wonderI can't get a Section 8?

In this outfit,
you wanna be crazy,

you gotta stand in line.

Do you think
it's gonna work?

-Come again.-Is Freedman buying it?

-"It"?
-The shtick.
The routine.

Listen, I've been
kicking myself

for not coming up
with it on my own.

It's beautiful.

A little basketball,
a little marbles,

a little bloodcurdling screamin the dead of night.

I doff my chapeau.

It's subtle.
It's artistic.

And, best of all,
you don't have to worry

about the fickle
whims of fashion.

True, Klinger.

But then, I'll neverknow the rapture

of the warm, lingering looksthat follow you constantly.

I suppose.

It is an act, isn't it?

Mais oui,Josephine,
I'm as sane as you.

[theme music playing]