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[marching band plays]

All right. Call it.

Heads.

Tails. You lose.

[chuckles]

Heh!

[chuckles]

[chuckles] Okay. That makes us even.

Best outta three.
This one tells the story.

- [both grunting]
- You lose.

For the next four days,
Pyle works in your kitchen.

Yeah, yeah.

You should have
left well enough alone, Charlie.

He was only assigned to you for two days.

You never should have tried
for double or nothing.

Listen, trying to keep Pyle out of my hair
is always worth a gamble.

So this time I lost.

Don't take it so hard, Charlie.
It could have been worse.

You could have lost money.

That would have been easier to take.

[Carter chuckles]

Okay.

Now, I want that mess hall gleaming

before the thundering herd
gallops in here for breakfast.

And when you get finished with that,
you can start peeling the potatoes

and dicing the carrots for lunch.

Yeah, Pyle?

Besides dicing some carrots,
do you want us to curl some also?

A curled carrot always looks nice
against a lettuce wedge and a tomato.

Makes the plate look complete.

Look, Pyle. Don't try to tell me
how to run my business, huh?

Just dice the carrots, that's all.
You got that?

Yes, sir. Dice, don't curl.

Now I gotta go over to Supply for a while.

And while I'm gone, I don't want
none of you to touch a thing in here.

Just do your work and stay away
from the food. Is that clear?

[all] Aye, aye, Sergeant.

I said that for everyone's benefit, Pyle,
but for yours in particular.

- Ten-hut.
- At ease, men. At ease.

- Where's Sergeant Hacker?
- He's over at Supply, sir.

Well, that's too bad.
I have an early staff meeting,

and I'd like to get some breakfast
in a hurry.

So would one of you men
get me a cheese omelet,

a side order of bacon, uh, coffee,
and white toast, please?

[whistle]

Don't anybody look at me. I don't know
nothing about making an omelet.

That makes two of us.
I couldn't even heat up a frozen dinner.

Well, looks like you
draw the short straw, Gome.

Golly, I don't know, fellers.

Cooking up a little old omelet
and bacon's one thing,

but you all heard
what Sergeant Hacker said.

He said for us not to touch a thing,

not one single solitary thing,
till he got back.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Sergeant.

- You've already had your breakfast?
- Yes. I had to get an early start.

But I wasn't here.
I mean, who did the cooking?

That's just what
I was going to ask you, Sergeant.

I'd like to see the man
who made this breakfast.

I think I know who it was, sir.
I'll be right back.

You did it, right, Pyle?
You cooked the colonel's breakfast?

Well, yes, sir. But you see...

What did I tell you? What did I tell you?

"Don't touch a thing in my kitchen."
So what do you do?

You take it upon yourself to cook for
the colonel... the colonel, of all people!

But, Sergeant, honest,
I would've never thought of

not doing what you said,
except that the colonel...

Except that the colonel
wants to see you right away,

and may I add, when he's through
with you, it's my turn to have you.

Come on.

Colonel, sir, this is the man responsible
for what you just ate.

Pyle...

that was the best cheese omelet
I've ever had.

Go-o-o-Olly!

Thank you, sir.

The texture was perfect,
and the flavor was extraordinary.

Where did you ever learn
to cook like that?

I guess you have to give all the credit
to Grandma Pyle.

I used to follow her around
when I was just a little feller

and watch her put in a pinch of this
and a pinch of that.

I guess I learned
everything I know from her.

Well, it's a pity
we don't have her in the Corps, Pyle,

but we've got you,
and that's good enough for me.

You deserve a lot of credit too, Sergeant.

Imagine taking a Marine
who's been around the base for years

and putting him
where he can really perform.

Congratulations.
You've discovered a great hidden gift.

Thank you, sir.

Someday you're going to have to tell me

what you did
to make that bacon so unusual, Pyle.

My wife would love to know.

Oh, there really ain't nothing to it, sir.

Just tell her
that while the bacon is sizzling,

sprinkle a little sugar on it.

Makes it all kind of crispy and sweet.

Marvelous, just marvelous.

Sergeant, you should see what you can do
about getting Pyle on permanent duty here.

With a cook like him in your kitchen,
I may come around more often.

And if things keep on improving,
I may even put in a word

about making yours the official mess
for high-level functions.

Good day.

I'm glad everything
worked out all right, Sergeant.

But still and all, I know
I shouldn't have touched that food

when you told me not to.
But I was in kind of a spot,

what with the colonel
wanting his breakfast and all.

You did exactly right, Pyle.

Huh?

- This was a test.
- A test?

I wanted to see if you had the initiative

to face a problem on your own,
and you did.

Well, I'm real glad
that you're pleased, Sergeant.

The important thing is
you pleased the colonel, Pyle,

and like he just said,
you ought to stay on here permanent.

Well, that's very flattering,

but I just couldn't leave Sergeant
Carter's platoon after all these years.

I just couldn't.

What do you mean you couldn't?
This could be a big break for you, Pyle.

Uh... by the way, did your grandmother
teach you to make any other things?

Oh, yeah.
Lots of things, like peach cobbler.

- Peach cobbler!
- Chicken fricassee.

Gold!

I struck gold.

Who would have thought
that a knucklehead like Pyle

would turn into such a cooking wizard?
[chuckles]

So what's the problem?

Just tell Carter you want Pyle.
He'll be happy to get rid of him.

No, he won't.

Carter won't ever give anything up

as long as he knows
somebody else wants it.

He'll hold back just out of spite.

Sure, let another guy
make points with the colonel.

No, I gotta play it cool.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

But how do you outfox a guy like Carter?

There's two ways
to handle a fella like that.

One, you've got to fight dirty.

Two, you've got to fight downright filthy.

I think I'll use them both.

Vince, you gotta get me off the hook.

Pyle ain't getting to ya, is he?

Please, I'm begging you.
You gotta to take him back.

Oh, come on. You got three more days.

A bet's a bet. I won fair and square.

Okay. I'll make a deal with you.

We'll bet again.

Our usual best outta three,
only this time, if you lose,

you take Pyle back right now,
and I never get him again, never.

And if you win... I'll keep Pyle for
as long as he's stationed on this base.

- Are you serious?
- I am.

You been out in the sun too long
or something?

You'd take a chance
on getting stuck with Pyle for good?

Or getting rid of him for good.

Wait a minute.

If I lose, Pyle never gets mess duty,

and I don't get any relief
from him at all.

It's a 50/50 proposition.

You could win.

Getting rid of Pyle once and for all...

- It's worth it.
- Okay.

Our usual best outta three.

- Toss.
- Right. Call.

Tails.

Heads.

[Carter chuckles]

[both] Oh, no!

What are you griping about?
You won, didn't ya? We're even.

Yeah, great.

I mean, yeah, great!
Maybe my luck is changing.

Don't be so sure of that.
This is the one that counts.

[grunting]

I don't believe it.
I just don't believe it.

I never beat you that quick before.

Couldn't we make it
best three outta five?

Nothing doing. It was your idea.
Pyle is all yours.

- Couldn't we try it just for a month?
- No, sir. You got Pyle.

You know, you were crazy
to make a bet like that, Charlie. Crazy.

But bless you for it.

[chuckles]

The man I've been looking for.

I am?

Golly, Sergeant,
if it's about them carving knives,

I just want you to know I'm fixing
to go in there and sharpen them.

And run the risk of cutting your fingers?
Forget about it.

As a matter of fact,
forget about everything today.

Today is a special day,
for you, for me, for the whole base.

- It is?
- And do you know why?

Because at long last the Marine Corps

is really going to start taking advantage
of your talents on a full-time basis.

- Sir?
- You're being transferred, my boy.

As of right now, you are a full-time
member of my organization.

You mean I'm being shipped out
of Sergeant Carter's platoon?

That's right, Pyle.

Welcome aboard,

and may this be the beginning
of many cheese omelets together.

I see it, but I don't believe it.

The transfer.

What a beautiful thing to behold.

You know, Boyle, I've had a lot
of happy times in the Marines,

but this has gotta rate
as the top thrill of all time.

Lose him on a simple bet. It's incredible.

But beautiful, huh?

And talk about poetic justice.

An apple-polisher like Hacker getting
stuck with an apple-head like Pyle!

[chuckles] What did I do right, huh, Boyle?

What lucky star was I born under?

Oh, uh, Pyle.

You here for your transfer orders, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, here it is.

Just hand it in to Sergeant Hacker
when you check into the mess hall.

Yes, sir.

Golly, Sergeant.

It just don't seem possible, me leaving
the platoon after all these years.

Well, that's the way it is in the Marines.
You do your job and go where you're sent.

I know, but...

just the same, this is one day
I was hoping never would come.

I think I'm going to cry, Sergeant.

Control yourself, Pyle. You're a Marine.

You better get going. Sergeant Hacker's
waiting for you at the mess hall.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure gonna miss you, Sergeant.
I really will.

And you too, Corporal Boyle.

We'll still see each other.
The mess hall ain't that far away.

It ain't the same
as being together, though.

But I guess I should be grateful
for the years that we did have.

We sure went through a lot together,
didn't we, Sergeant Carter?

Yeah.

Well, you better get going, Pyle.

You know what I ain't gonna never forget?

The time I sprained my ankle
on that forced march,

and you had to help me back to the base.

You pretty near carried me
for five whole miles.

I'll always remember that, Sergeant.

Well...

I don't care how many platoon sergeants
I have while I'm in the Corps.

To me...

...you'll always be the top sarge.

- Pyle, you better go.
- Yes, sir.

I'll be seeing you.

I hope.

Well, he's gone.

This time for good.

You still happy about it?

Of course I'm happy about it, Boyle.

Of course I am.

Hey, Sergeant Carter, Corporal Boyle.
Boy, you two are a sight for sore eyes.

Pyle, what do you think
you're doing out here?

You can get in a lot of trouble
goofing off like this.

Oh, I'm not goofing off.

Sergeant Hacker told me
I could relax for a couple of hours.

Fact is, he's been real nice.

But to tell you the truth,
as nice as he is,

I still wished I wasn't here.

I sure miss the old platoon.

Sergeant, ain't there any way
I can get transferred back?

Well, uh, I don't know, Pyle.

Uh, orders are orders.

If the brass thinks you can contribute
more to the Corps

by peeling spuds, swabbing the deck,
scouring GI cans, well, that's it.

Oh, I don't do none of them things.

Fact is, I don't hardly do nothing
except cook for the colonel.

You do what?

Ever since I was on temporary mess duty.

There wasn't nobody else around, and so
I had to cook the colonel's breakfast.

That's when he told Sergeant Hacker
not to let me go.

But I thought...

Hacker...

- Boyle, I'm beginning to smell a rat.
- [door opens]

And here he comes.

Hey, hey, Pyle.

Visiting with old friends?

Well, all set to go back to work
after your little rest period?

- Yes, Sergeant.
- Not so fast, Hacker.

I got a few things to say to you.

Sorry, Carter. Can't stop now.

We wouldn't dream of
keeping the colonel waiting for his lunch.

What new delicacy
are we cooking today, Pyle?

That double-crossing,
apple-polishing fink!

He rigged the whole thing.
He threw that bet.

He wanted to get Pyle in the first place.

What are you complaining about?
You wanted to get rid of him.

But I never thought Hacker would use Pyle
to make points with the colonel.

What difference does it make? He got what
he wanted, and you got what you wanted.

That still don't give him the right to go
around stealing one of my better men.

- Huh?
- Yeah, that's right.

Pyle was just beginning
to show a lot of promise.

In time, he could have been
one of the top men in my platoon.

A fine thing.

I give him the best four years of my life,

and now he's stolen away from me
right in his prime.

Boyle, I want Pyle back.

Pyle, we've been over all this before.

You don't want to go back
to your old platoon.

But, Sergeant...

But you're doing great here.

The colonel is bringing officers over
from other companies to eat here.

We're going to be famous, Pyle.

Well, that's real gratifying, Sergeant,
but I miss all my old buddies.

And most of all, I miss Sergeant Carter.

And I hope he misses me too.

Don't worry, Pyle. He doesn't miss you.

Well, maybe he does.

After all,
we was together over four years.

Pyle, he doesn't miss you.

I bet he does.

All right. You leave me no choice.

I never wanted to tell you this,

but your Sergeant Carter
misses you so much

that he was willing
to give you to me on a bet.

Huh?

That's right.

He was willing to hand you over to me

on a mere flip of the coin,
a cut of the cards,

and a quick Indian wrestle.

I don't understand, Sergeant.

You were gambled away, Pyle.
You were the stakes.

Can I make it any clearer than that?

Everything under control, Pyle?

Yes, sir. I was just slicing some cabbage
for coleslaw.

Good. Now, when you finish that,
I want you to...

[sniffs] What's that I smell?
Is something burning?

Oh, my gosh. It's the bread I was baking.

Baking? How come you got it on broil?

I'm sorry.
I guess I made a little mistake.

You made another little mistake.
You left out the yeast too.

Sorry, Sergeant.

I guess I just didn't have my mind
on what I was doing.

It's not like you, Pyle.

But what the heck,
I guess anybody can make a mistake.

But let's get with the program, boy.

[coughing]

Something go down the wrong way, sir?

No. Somebody salted my bacon.

Salted your b...
You ordered your bacon with sugar on it.

Unfortunately,
the sugar ended up in my omelet.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

Frankly, the food in this mess hall has
been going downhill for the past few days.

One morning the toast is burned,
the next morning the coffee isn't perked,

and this morning everything's wrong.

Shall we go, gentlemen?

I hate to see you go away hungry, sir.

Isn't there anything
I can whip up for you?

No, thank you. We don't have time.

- He's gotta go.
- I know.

Look. I don't hate him. I really don't.

It's gone beyond that.

It's just kind of a numb, dead feeling,
like after you've cried a lot.

I've gotta figure out some scheme
to make Carter take him back.

Hey, Sarge, why don't you
try the honest approach,

just as a change of pace?

Honest? With Carter?

Bite your tongue!

He knows you pulled a fast one
when you grabbed Pyle away.

You've run out of sneak attacks.

I think the best thing to do now
is level with him.

- Level with him?
- That's right.

There's no point in stewing about it.

If you want Pyle back that bad,
lay it on the line.

He played you dirty, and you shouldn't
let him get away with it.

You know something?

You make a lot of sense, Boyle.

Pyle belongs to me, and I ain't about
to let Hacker put one over on me.

I'll have it out with him right now.

What are you doing here?

Well, I, uh...

You just came over to gloat a little, huh?

Well, I want you
to know something, Hacker.

I was just on my way over to see you.

I want you to know that I'm wise
to that crummy little trick you played.

Taking a man out of my platoon

who's a good cook
so you can make points with the colonel.

- But Vince...
- And how did you do it, huh?

By lying and cheating.

And worst of all,
you violated best out of three,

which is pretty dirty.

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

You're right, Vince.

And when you're right, you're right.

I did take Pyle outta your platoon
to make points with the colonel.

But is that so terrible?

Can you blame me?

Aren't we all trying to better ourselves?

But let's face it,
it's not worth it, Vince.

I have to live with you and myself.

So I'll tell you what, if you want
Pyle back, you can have him.

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't take him back
if my life depended on it.

- Are you sure, Vince?
- Sure I'm sure.

- But you said...
- Forget it.

- He's gone.
- Huh?

Hey, Hacker!

Where you running?

- We didn't finish.
- But you said...

I said! You didn't hear all I gotta say.

Hacker, I'm going to show you
the kind of guy you're dealing with.

Best out of three as usual,
but the way it should be done...

honest, no cheating.

If you lose, you get Pyle for keeps.

If I lose, I'll take him back,
as much as I'd hate to.

- Huh?
- That's right, Hacker.

And you want to know why?

Because I'm a bigger man
than you are, that's why.

- Call.
- Heads.

You win.

[Hacker chuckles]

That's going to be hard to beat.

Here goes.

- Okay. This is for all the marbles.
- Right.

What happened?

You beat me fair and square.

That's what happened.

I got Pyle back.

- Hey, Sergeant.
- Oh, hi, Pyle. You're back, huh?

Yes, sir.

Well, report to the barracks.
You've got the same bunk as usual.

Thank you, sir.

Sergeant?

I just want to tell you
that I'm happy to be back,

even though you may not feel the same way.

What makes you say
a thing like that, Pyle?

Well, Sergeant Hacker
told me about the betting and...

and how the one that loses gets me.

But I don't mind, I really don't.

You may be the loser,
but just being back in the platoon,

well, I figure I'm the winner.

Pyle, I think you might
be interested to know

that the sarge
lost that last bet on purpose.

He wanted you back,
so he threw the bet to make sure.

- Huh?
- That's right.

I just thought you'd like to know it.

- Pyle!
- Is it true, Sergeant?

- Is it true you lost on purpose?
- Pyle!

You wanted me back? You really did?

Pyle, get over to the barracks
and stow your gear, will ya?

You did miss me.
I knew it! I just knew it.

Move, Pyle. Move, move, move, move!

Yes, sir, Sergeant.
And it sure is good to be back home again.

Bigmouth!

Here you are, Sergeant.
I sure hope you like it.

Okay, Pyle.

Now we'll see
what all the fireworks were about.

Are you sure you made them this way
for the colonel?

Yes, sir.
That's the way I always make an omelet.

It is, huh?

Well... what do you think?

Pyle, from now on,

I think you better confine
your household duties to sweeping.

Get a broom.

You mean you don't like it?

- Get a broom, on the double.
- Yes, sir.

Pretty bad, huh?

Are you kidding?

This is the greatest omelet I ever tasted.

I don't get it. Why didn't you tell him?

And start the whole thing again
with the colonel finding out?

You know something else, Boyle?

They tell me he also bakes like a dream.