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[marching band playing]

[male announcer] Gomer Pyle - USMC.

Starring Jim Nabors
as Gomer Pyle.

Also starring Frank Sutton
as Sergeant Carter.

They blow this inspection,
I'll kill 'em, I'll kill 'em!

Keep your eye out.

Come on, Slater! Get those
ammunition boxes straightened out!

That top blanket there,
right there! Fold it!

Don't make so much dust,
Pyle!

Inspection party, just Ieavin'
the barracks, heading this way.

Do you call that sweeping?
There's an inch of dust under there!

All right,
secure from up there!

Hey, Duke, help me move this,
would you?

All right, here they come.

You guys, line up,
right over here.

Hey, Duke,
just a second more.

Good morning, sir.

Company "B" supply room
ready for inspection, sir.

[crashing]

Attention!

I was movin' it
to clean under it,

and I kind of lost
my purchase on it.

See you a minute,
Sergeant?

What kind of a careless,
inefficient Marine is that, Sergeant?

Well, sir...

Is that an example of the kind of
training he gets from you?

- Sir, I...
- As you were.

Take care of that,
Sergeant.

Aye, aye, sir.

[metal clanging]

Oh, forget it, Vince.
Just an accident.

They happen.

But why always to me?

Why me?

16 years I put in,
right?

So here I am,
a platoon sergeant.

Three up, two down,
right?

Big deal.

This gives me
the privilege

of being stuck,
night and day,

with them left-footed,
birdbrained foul-ups!

And what do I get out of it?
Nothin' but aggravation!

- Vince, it ain't that bad!
- What's to be my future?

Another 16 years of more aggravation,
more knuckleheads?

I-Is this to be my destiny,

life among the savages?

Look, Vince, it didn't
really bother the Captain.

No?

You didn't hear him
chew me out!

And why should
it bother him, huh?

He doesn't have to spend
night and day with them clowns!

He doesn't have to take the rap
for their foul-ups!

Not him! No!

All he has to do is say,
"Take care of it, Sergeant!

Take care of it, Sergeant."

And then he cuts out!

This doesn't mean anything
to him! He's an officer!

That's the life, Nick.

All right. So why don't you
become an officer?

Here it is,
for the bulletin board.

"Aptitude tests will be given
Tuesday at 0800.

Open to all enlisted personnel

interested in applying
for the Officers' Training Program."

[cracking knuckles]

You mean, you would?

Why not?

Vince...

I've put in my time.
I've done my bit.

Let some other guy with the stripes
take the beating!

I'll be the officer.

I'll be the one
who only has to say,

"Take care of it, Sergeant."
Yeah, yeah.

Sarge, listen. Now, bein' an officer
ain't all that easy.

I--I mean, it's a whole
different life...

Yeah, I should have
done this years ago!

I'll get that bar
on my shoulder,

the passport
to a better life.

Then I can mingle amongst gentlemen,
civilized human beings,

instead of that bunch
of cockeyed clowns out there.

It'll be a relief just to be with
people who can talk English good.

Sir, real trouble.

Private Morgan is AWOL,

Piersackey smashed up
his jeep,

Schmidt is in jail
for fighting with a sailor,

Slater blew up
the arsenal,

and Gomer Pyle accidentally
set fire to the mess hall.

Well, take care of it,
Sergeant.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hmm? Oh.

If you want me, I'll be over
signing up for that exam

for the Officer Training Program.

You sure you wanna
go through with it?

But I just got to go in there
and tell the Sergeant

how sorry I am
I messed up his inspection.

Bad, bad idea. Better you stay away
and let him forget it.

You go in there now,
he'll bite your head off

and chew up
the rest of you, too.

Not the Sergeant. He ain't
the type to be mean about it.

He's much too fine a man.

Gomer, believe me,
he'll take one look... [grunts]

Say, Sergeant,
I just came by

to tell you how truly sorry
I am about what happened.

Don't you give it
a thought, Pyle.

Not a thought,
it means nothing at all.

See?

I told you he wouldn't
be mad at all.

Just like I said,
he's a fine man,

just about the finest
there is.

Somethin' important?

Notice for Officers' Training,
they're holding interviews.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Guess who's gonna take the test?
- You?

Nope. Sergeant Carter.

He ain't!

Well, did you ever
in all your put-togethers?

Sergeant Carter's gonna
get to be a lieutenant?

That's right.

Well, that means he'll be goin'
to officers' school,

and we won't
be seein' him no more.

Yeah. Isn't that sad?

I just can't imagine things
around here without Sergeant Carter.

Why, he's been with us
straight through boot camp.

Of course,
I do wish him the best.

For heck's sake, though,
I'd sure hate to see him go.

He's such a fine man,
I'd like to continue to serve with him.

Well, you can.

Why don't you apply for
the Officer Training Program?

- Huh?
- Take the test then you can

be together again.

You think I ought to?

Why not? You too can be
an officer, Gomer.

But could a...
Could a private take this test?

Take it? You not only
can take it, it's your duty.

Where else are they gonna find
the future leaders of the Corps

if not among men like us?

And besides, you'll get
to stay with your buddy.

By your leave, sir.

No, I mean it.
Gomer, an officer?

You mean,
he's takin' the test for real?

I was there
when he was askin' about it.

But I didn't think
he was serious.

[all laughing]

Ten-hut!

Who are we
at attention for?

Lieutenant Pyle.

Huh?

You're gonna become
a lieutenant, aren't you, sir?

Aw, come on, Duke.
All I done was...

What are we standing
around for?

Let's make the Lieutenant
comfortable!

Come over here, sir.
Pillow, pillow, pillow!

Have a seat, sir.
Right here.

Let me get those shoes,
Lieutenant.

Spot of dust there, sir.

Shall I get your jeep,
drive you to the Officers' Club, sir?

Yes, yes!
His bars! His bars!

Get the lieutenant
his bars!

And salute!

Oh, come on, Duke.

Relax, Sarge,
take it easy.

I'm relaxed,
I'm perfectly relaxed.

It's only an aptitude test,
no military stuff, just general.

- 100 true and false questions.
- Yeah, yeah.

You know, Benson told me

the trick is you gotta
put down the first answer

that comes to your head.

That's usually right,
and don't stew on 'em too long.

Oh, yeah,
and you gotta be relaxed.

How many times do I have to tell you,
I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed!

All right, all right.
I'll see you later.

Hey, Sergeant!

What are you
doing here?

I'm plannin' on takin'
that there test.

That test?

To become an officer
in the Marines?

The United States Marines?

I'm not steppin' out of line,
am I, Sergeant?

[laughing] No, no,
not at all.

You feel yourself
officer material,

well, you just
go right ahead.

How long have you
been in the Marines, Pyle?

Almost six months.

Oh, six months.

Well, you should have
no trouble at all.

I sure wish
I was as calm as you are.

I don't expect I know
too many of the answers.

So I guess
I'll do mostly hunchin'.

Hunching?

Uh-huh. See, what I do
when I don't know somethin',

is I slap these two fingers
down real hard.

Now, if the pointin' finger
tingles most,

I put down "true."

And if the long finger tingles most,
I put down "false."

Works real good sometimes.

Pyle, will you tell me one thing?
Just one thing?

Why are you doing this?

Why do you wanna
become an officer?

Well...

kind of a personal reason.

Oh.

[thud]

- [thud]
- [crunch]

[spits]

[thud]

- [thud]
- [snaps]

[chair squeaks]

Well, what's takin' so long?
Make sure the phone's working.

[telephone ringing]

Hello. Corporal Cuccinelli
speaking, sir.

Yeah. Yeah. Right.

Uh-huh. Right.
What?

Oh, okay. Let's have 'em.

- Well, what, what, what?
- Shh!

Yeah.

Yeah. Right.

What?

Oh, okay. Yeah.

Thanks.

Well, well?

Well, they're takin'
the top ten men, Sarge.

Yeah, so, who are
the top ten men? Who? Who...

Four from Whipple's outfit
made it.

Yeah, yeah.

Two from
Sergeant Zilefsky's platoon.

Yeah, yeah, that's six.

Three from Company "C."

That's nine.
That means I was...

I didn't.

No, Sarge.
You're eleventh on the list.

I'm sorry.

But look, most of those guys
that made it,

they're college boys.

Yeah.

Well, uh,
who was that tenth guy?

The guy that just aced me out,
you know who it was?

Hey, Sarge!
I just heard!

I made it, I made it!

Barely by the hair
on my chin,

but I did do
good enough to pass.

I was number ten.

How'd you do?
Where'd you come in?

Carter placed 11th.
That means he's out.

You mean, Gomer passed
and the Sergeant didn't?

Now, lay off
that "Gomer" stuff.

He's practically
"Officer Candidate Pyle,"

and officer candidates
are treated just like officers.

You know that?

You're kiddin'.

- You mean we gotta call Gomer "sir"?
- That's right.

All right, break it up.

We got a little
work detail, here.

You three, pick and shovel.
Tidy up the obstacle course.

You three, rakes.
Police the area.

Slater and Gottschalk,
recreation hut, swab the decks.

That's it.
Make it good.

[all groan]

Excuse me, Sergeant,
what do I do?

All men passing
the aptitude test

have been relieved
of duty status...

...sir.

- Sir?
- Sir.

Shazam!

Since you're on your way
to becoming an officer,

you will have no more
work assignments.

The rest of you knuckleheads,
scramble!

But, Sergeant,
I'll be glad to grab a pick...

Sorry, regulations.

Now, if you care to come around
the duty office around 1430,

we can tell you what time
you have your appointment

before the interview board.

Man, you're a lucky stiff, Gome.

Oh, come on, Sarge.

They'll be havin' more of those

officer selection tests
again next year.

You'll make it easy then.

If I live that long.

I still can't figure out
how Pyle made it.

That's the one bright side
to the whole thing.

I might be stuck for a whole year
with the rest of those clowns,

but at least
he'll be out of my hair.

I was supposed to
drop by and...

Your interview
is scheduled for 1500.

That's in half an hour, sir.

You know, Sergeant,

when I first found out
that I was goin'

to officer school
and you wasn't,

well, I didn't like that idea
one little bit.

See, I'd always counted on
soldiering with you a little longer.

I never figured
that this would backfire

and split us up instead.

Well, that's the way it is.

It really bothered me,
Sergeant,

but it don't no more.

Good, good.

On account of it don't
have to split us up at all.

- Not one little bit!
- It don't?

Not the way
I'm gonna arrange it.

When I get to be an officer,
I'm gonna fix it

where I get assigned
right here at this base.

That way, we'd be together again
in the very same group.

But you can't always choose
where you're sent.

The Corps sends officers
where they're needed most,

and in that case,
you wouldn't be sent back here.

I thought about that, too,
Sergeant.

If that happens,
I'll make a request for you,

and have you transferred
to me.

So you don't worry none.

You're to have me
transferred to where you are?

Officers can do that.

So you see, everything's
gonna be just fine.

We'll be together,
same as always.

Only one teeny,
little difference,

I'd be your superior officer.

But that don't really
make no Nevermind.

It'll be perfect. What with me bein'
your superior officer,

we'll be workin' closer together
than we ever did before.

Just like that, you and me.

The Sergeant
and his superior officer...

Please! No more.

Well...

I just...

thought I'd give you
the good news.

Well,

I guess I'd better be gettin' on
to the interview.

Is there somethin'
ailin' the Sergeant?

Yeah, well, you ought to be
able to figure that one out, sir.

- I'm afraid I don't follow you.
- Yeah, well, I'll give it to you straight.

Think how you'd feel if you put in
16 years, Korea, everything,

and on your first try
for Officers' Training

you get beaten out by a private
practically right out of boot camp.

Golly, I never figured...

Sure, sure, and if you hadn't
taken the test,

instead of being eleventh,
Carter would have been tenth.

And he'd have been
on his way

to Officers' Trainin'
instead of me.

Well, I never, for one minute,
wanted to get in his way.

Not Sergeant Carter,
not after all he's done for me.

Yeah, well, it's too late now.
So forget it.

You better be gettin' on over
to your interview, sir.

Private Gomer Pyle
reportin' as ordered, sir.

At ease, Pyle.

Pyle, would you
tell the board

why you wish
to become an officer?

Sir?

Would you tell the board
why you wish to become an officer?

Yes, sir,
as a matter of fact,

that is somethin' I'd like
to talk to you about.

First off, Colonel, sir,

I wanted to tell you gentlemen
that I was just tickled pink

that you'd give me
this chance.

But don't you think
it'd be a sight better

if you give it
to somebody with 16 years,

with Korea and everything

and two up and three down?

I--I mean,
three up and two down.

Uh, Private, you're not
making yourself very clear.

Sir, I was talkin'
about Sergeant Carter.

Well, what does Sergeant Carter
have to do with this?

Oh, just about everything.

The reason that I was goin'
to officer school

was on account of
he was gonna go, too.

Pyle, are you or are you not

interested in becoming
an officer?

Sir, I think that the Colonel
would like the best man for the job.

And since the Sergeant
taught me everything that I know,

I think it'd be better if you took
the teacher instead of the pupil.

So, if it ain't
against regulations,

I'm gonna step down and let
the Sergeant go instead of me.

Why, with all he knows, he'd probably
start right out as a colonel

with no trouble at all.

I'm sorry, Colonel.
I didn't mean it like that.

What I'm tryin' to say is that
I've got my work cut out for me here,

and the Sergeant,
he's deservin' of bein' an officer.

And I'm sure he'd be one
you could be real proud of.

Then you're withdrawing
your name?

Yes, sir.
I guess that's what I'm doin'.

Come on, pick it up, pick it up!

Everything that ain't growing!

I don't wanna see anything

but grass and gravel
when you're finished!

Now, get with it!

Look at 'em, huh?
Look at 'em!

They foul up,
who gets chewed out for it, huh?

Sergeant Carter.
What does that mean to them?

Do they care
what happens to me?

I miss out on that officer's thing,
it's just a big laugh to them!

- I don't know...
- Oh, come on, Nick!

They're just lookin' out
for number one!

They don't care about me.
I'm just a nothing,

another sergeant they gotta
put up with, part of the scenery.

[Jeep approaching]

Sergeant Carter?

You're to report
to the Officer Selection Board

for an interview immediately.

The Officer Selection Board?

There must be some mistake.
I didn't place in the first...

No mistake, Sergeant.

The Colonel sent me
for you personally.

Hey, Vince!
Looks like you made it!

Hey guys, Sergeant's goin'
to the officers' school after all!

Well, we'd better get started,
Sergeant.

Hey, don't go yet!
I'll be right back!

But I--I don't get it.

Are you sure
that he meant for me?

Positive.
Let's go.

Sure gonna hate
to see you go, Sarge.

Well, yeah, you take over,
huh, Nick?

Okay.

You'll need a tie, Sarge.

- Thanks, Thomas.
- Hold it! Hold it!

Sarge, when we, uh, heard
you were takin' the aptitude test,

well, we went out,
and we got you somethin'.

We didn't give it
to you before because...

Anyway, we're glad
we can give it to you now.

[Duke] Your lieutenant bars,
Lieutenant.

Fellas...

Thanks.

It looks like you got
what you wanted, Vince,

passport to a new life,
away from the knuckleheads.

Crazy guys.

What'd they want
to get me these for?

[all bidding goodbye]

[Duke] Good luck, Sarge,
good luck!

Sergeant Carter
reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease.

Well, Carter, we've had
some pretty glowing

recommendations
about you.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Private Pyle withdrew
his name.

That moves you
up to the number ten spot,

making you eligible
for officer training.

He withdrew his name?

[lieutenantl colonel] And if you make
half the officer he said you would,

you'll have my job
in three months.

Does the Colonel
mean to say

that Pyle stepped down
so that I...

Would you tell the board why
you wish to become an officer?

Well, sir,
I'm-- I'm not sure I can.

I mean, I don't think
I'm ready to be an officer.

That is, I'm ready,
but not yet.

You see, sir,
I have this platoon

I've trained
since they were recruits,

and we're sort of a team,

and they're still
a little rough.

Don't get me wrong, sir.
They're good. They're real good.

But I'd like to personally
see 'em through

the rest of their training.

The platoon and me,

we kind of understand
each other.

Hey, Pyle!

Hey, Sarge.
What happened?

Oh, they had some
special assignment

they wanted a good platoon
to work on, so I said we'd do it.

You mean you're stayin'?
You ain't goin'...

You mean
that officer thing?

Oh, there's no time for that.
Maybe next year. No hurry.

You know,
I feel the same way.

There ain't no hurry.
Maybe next year.

Yeah. You goin'
back to the barracks?

What's going on?

Sergeant, we'd like for you
to settle an argument for us.

How do you spell
"separate"?

S-E-P-E-R
or A-R?

What are you bothering me for?

Look it up
in the dictionary!

- But you know, though, don't you?
- Huh?

E-R or A-R?

A-R.

A-R?

- Absolutely.
- Here it is.

Sarge is right.
It's A-R.

Golly, Sergeant,
you're always right.

How do you know
so many things?

It's my job, Pyle.

It's my job.