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For many of you, this Bologna
mission will be your last.

There's no other way
of telling you that.

Just basic statistics tell us that.

So...

If any of you should find yourself

on the wrong side of the statistics,

and at the risk of stating the obvious,

I would like to point
out that your sacrifice

will not have been in vain.

Lorenzo, Leonardo!

Good, right, good.

- Yossarian! Lovely to see you.
- Hi, Milo. How's tricks?

Good. Try that soup.

- Gianni.
- Huh?

Give Yossarian a spoonful of that zuppa.

Wait till you try this.

My God, Milo.

Tell me that's not the best
tomato soup you've ever had.

That's the best tomato soup I ever had.

Jesus, those Italians can cook,

even the little ones.

I got to go to Wales today.

We got something really
special coming from there.

You won't believe it.

Hey, listen.

I have to...

I have to ask you something.

Anything. What is it?

What would you say if I asked you

to put this...

into that soup?

Yossarian, those are laundry flakes.

I don't want to fly Bologna, Milo.

A whole lot of us are gonna die.

Yo-Yo, you tasted this.
It's a masterpiece.

It is, and these are
completely tasteless, man.

- I promise you.
- How do you know that?

Trust me, I... Just trust me.

This enterprise is built
on my good name,

and it's my job to uphold that name.

Bologna's bad. It's gonna be really bad.

And if we're sick for a couple days,

the 10th Infantry will do
the job for us on the ground.

I'm the mess officer,
Yo-Yo. It's a sacred office.

My sacred duty is to keep you fed

and well nourished, not
to make you grievously ill.

Your sacred duty is to keep us alive.

I'd rather be ill than dead.

- Hey, uh, fellas.
- Hey, Yo-Yo.

Dinner tonight is very
important. Don't eat the soup.

- Huh?
- What are you talking about?

Just don't eat the soup, okay?

- Okay.
- No soup.

Here's to Clevinger, guys.

To Clevinger.

- Clevinger.
- Poor kid.

Maybe he just kept flying,
flew off to Switzerland.

No, Clevinger wouldn't do
that, not without telling us.

Well, maybe we'll get a postcard.

You want to come to
Switzerland with me, Yo-Yo?

- Visit Clevinger?
- I don't want to joke about Clevinger.

Okay.

But want to come to Switzerland with me?

Believe me, I thought about this.

AWOL isn't the answer,

not unless you want to spend
the rest of your life as a fugitive.

But it's all academic anyway

'cause you never have enough
gas to get anywhere useful.

Well, but let's say
you did have enough gas.

Where would you go?

Well, it wouldn't be Switzerland.

The Swiss are legally
obliged to lock you up.

They're practically Germans.

If you had enough gas, which you don't,

your best bet would be to
fly straight over Switzerland,

head to Sweden.

That's what your research told you?

Sweden's better than Switzerland.

Oh, why's that?

Well, in Sweden,

you can swim nude with beautiful girls

with voices like honey.

And, uh, you can sire whole happy tribes

of illegitimate Yossarians

with any number of Swedish women
who you don't have to marry,

and you can all live in the same house,

and we all get along,

and the state supplies free
child birth, free education,

and launches all the little
Yossarians into a life without stigma.

Everybody's happy and
all my wives love me.

Do they really swim nude?

Totally nude, Kid Sampson.

Totally nude.

Sweet dreams tonight. Oh, boy.

- Yossarian?
- Hi.

- Hi.
- What do we know?

About what?

About the big book you were gonna read?

What big book?

The big book on how I get to go home.

- Oh, that one.
- Yeah, that one.

Not much, and... and I
can't talk right now.

Why not?

What are you doing?

What are you doing with your head?

I can't talk in front of Cathcart.

He's not listening.

I'm making progress,
but I can't talk right now.

What progress?

I can't talk about it now.

Christ.

What progress?

Holy Christ!

How you boys bearing up?

Oh, not so great, Doc.

Hey, uh, there's no way in hell

that Bologna's happening
tomorrow, right?

Oh, Bologna's off.

"Don't eat the soup"!

You know they'll just be sending us

straight back up there tomorrow.

You'll thank me one day, McWatt.

How long you think the squirts last?

Huh? Couple days at most?

We'll be right back up there
day after tomorrow, latest.

No, we won't.

10th Infantry is headed
to Bologna right now.

They'll clean out those
artillery guns for us.

Oh, man, you really
don't know how this works.

I saw the charts. 10th
is less than two days out.

You really don't know how this works.

I don't know how what works?

Everything, Yossarian.

- That's the point.
- What point?

- What's your point?
- Exactly.

It's all a numbers game,

and when your number's
up, your number's up.

Screw your numbers, McWatt.

Hey, Yossarian! Hey!

Jump in.

What the hell is this?

I picked it up in Wales.

I found a warehouse full.

65 on land, 35 on water.

When the war is done,
I ship 'em to Minnesota.

Hey, I got a bone to pick with you.

They're still gonna send you to Bologna.

So what was the point of yesterday?

As soon as the men
can hold their guts in,

you're gonna go back to Bologna.

Yeah, but this time
we got ground support.

I got bad news for you, my friend.

Your ground support has been rerouted

from the Bologna road
to the Argenti road,

due to a mass illness
on the Pianosa Air Base,

but it's gonna be all right, pal.

I need to see the Major.

- You can't see him right now, sir.
- Well, when can I see him?

When he goes out to lunch.
Then you can go right in.

- I'm sorry, say that again?
- Major Major never sees

anyone in his office
while he's in his office.

So when are you saying I can see him?

Pretty much never, sir.

Hey, Major!

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, sir!

- Major! Come...
- Sir!

- Yossarian.
- Hi.

Your man has lost his mind.

Oh, him? He's... he's just...

Oh, God. Jesus.

So what's this progress
you say you've made?

- What progress?
- The progress.

You were going through
the operations manual,

and you told me the other
night that you made progress.

I haven't made any progress.

Did you read it?

It's very difficult to read.

We can't fly Bologna.

36 planes from other squadrons
have already gone down

in the last ten days.

It's a B-25 boneyard down there.

Well, you wouldn't be
normal if you weren't afraid.

Even the bravest men experience fear.

Let me ask you something.
Why did you join up?

Because it was the
right thing... to do good.

Exactly, and you can
do good from right here.

You can save lives from right here.

I-I don't understand exactly
what it is that you think I can do.

You're a Major. You're
Major Major Major Major.

- You can just sign things.
- Sign what?

- The form.
- What form?

The form to stand us down.

To stand you down, why?

To stand us down, you know, for...

unreasonable risk to life and limb.

I don't have the power to stand
down a squadron or even a crew.

Then just me. Stand me down.

Oh, s-suppose everybody felt that way.

Then I'd certainly be a damn
fool to feel any other way,

wouldn't I?

So you want me to stand you down

- while your friends fly Bologna?
- Why not?

It wouldn't be any
more or less arbitrary

than any other decision
that gets made on my behalf.

I'm not afraid of the Germans.

I am afraid of Cathcart deciding

that I need to fly more missions.

I'm afraid of the person who decides

where the bomb line goes on the map.

Who is that person?

And that's what it's
come down to for us.

We're afraid of a line on a map.

Do you know what that feels like...

to be afraid of a piece of string?

Uh, sorry to disturb you, sir.

We've captured Bologna, sir.

What... Who's captured Bologna?

I don't know, sir.

I was in the briefing room, sir.

The bomb line is now 60
miles north of Bologna.

Thank you, Private.

Sir.

Sir, it's me, sir... Korn.

- What is it, Korn?
- I'm sorry to wake you.

But I thought you'd like to
know... we captured Bologna.

- When?
- Overnight, sir.

The bomb line is now 60
miles north of the city.

- That's goddamn terrific.
- I thought so, too.

Yeah, so should I go ahead
and cancel the mission?

Of course you should cancel the mission.

We're not gonna bomb
our own men, are we?

Of course... of course not, sir.

Of course not.

Yo-Yo! Yo-Yo, wake up now!

Hey, you want to hear some news?

- The 10th Infantry took Bologna.
- What?

They fucking took it overnight.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

- I get to see my girl!
- I'm going to Rome!

Hey, no le rompete.
Fragile. Attenti! Attenti!

Which one of you is Milo Minderbinder?

Oh, hello, Major. That'd be me.

Oh, Mr. Lamb Chops.

That's right, sir.

Well, now, why is it, son,
that they tell me that all

non-combat planes have to
be requisitioned through you?

Chain of command, sir.

Emanuele, rapido, rapido.

- I need a plane to Bologna.
- Bologna?

We have taken Bologna.
I need to go to Bologna.

We've taken Bologna?

Yes, son. We have taken Bologna.

_

I don't understand.

Why don't you just pay for all three
and send the other two away?

Because then Clara will be angry
with me for making her work

and paying the others
to have the night off.

She says that if I really liked her,

then I'd give her the night off

and go to bed with one of the others.

And they're $30 each?

Yeah, it's, uh, $30.

$30 is a lot of money
for pieces like these.

Besides, I've never
paid for it in my life.

No, you don't understand...
you don't have to pay for a thing.

I'll pay for all three...
you guys just need to take

the other two so she doesn't
get her nose out of joint.

I just don't understand
why you... why you have to pay

for her friends in the first place.

To make her happy!

You know, I remember this one time

we tricked these two dumb
high-school girls into the fraternity.

Made them put out for all the fellas
by threatening to call their folks

and tell them they were
putting out for the fellas.

And what is it, "putting out"?

Screw, fuck, you know.

Ah, so you... you tricked the
girls, and you fuck them?

Yeah, sure. It was a bit of fun.

And the girls? They were having fun?

Yes, of course.

So you made them have fun, yes?

Yes?

You get a load of this shit?

I'm getting lectured by a guy
who sells women for a living.

I'm aware of my profession.

Nate-er-ly?

Is problem?

I-I'm coming. I'm coming.

Yo-Yo, come on, will
you take the other two?

Help me out here, man.

_

My good man.

Would you be kind enough to provide me

with the name of the legal
owner of this building?

I wish to requisition
it for the fighting men

of the United States of America.

Scusi?

Dov'è il ah...

Ah, proprietario.

The...

Yeah, I am. I try to be.

_

Hey.

_

_

_

_

_

Sister.

- She's your sister?
- _

_

Sister, sister.

_

_

_

_

_

Insects.

Ah, insetti. Insects.

_

Gelato... I know this word.

- Gelato.
- You want one?

Okay, she's up for it.

- What's that called?
- _

- _
- _

Ice cream.

Rolls off the tongue better
than "ice cream," doesn't it?

_

_

- Finestra, that's window, yeah?
- Finestra.

- Finestra.
- With an R, right?

Finestra.

Can you say "window"? Try that?

- Window.
- Window, yeah.

Exactly.

_

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Wha...

Fuck.

She'll be back, buddy.

God damn it.

Major de Coverley has gone missing,

and one of you fuckers
is going to prison for it.

I know you're here,

and I am going to hunt
you down like a jackal,

and I'm gonna mount
you on my fucking wall!

So, if any of you knows anything

about my bomb line being moved,

now would be the time to speak up!

Because I am gonna get
to the bottom of this.

You can mark my fucking
words, gentlemen.

This is a black eye on the squadron.

A good man has gone
missing, presumed captured.

Maybe missing, presumed dead!

The person who did it is in this room...

Right now... I can fucking feel it.

Oh, and by the way,

we're going back to Bologna.

Mark my fucking words.

And you're going back there,
and you are gonna bomb the fuck

out of those fuel dumps,

and you are going to bomb the fuck

out of those antiaircraft guns,

and I hope it's fucking bad.

And you'd better hope
that you don't bomb

wherever it is they're
holding Major de Coverley.

And I've got some good news.

I'm raising the mission
count from 40 to 45.

Oh, I knew you'd like that.

And as punishment for this
act of fucking treason,

I'm also raising it from 45 to 50.

Oh, do I sense discontent, hmm?

Well, look, fellas...

I'm not an unreasonable man.

What's say we make a deal, hmm?

If the repugnant swamp scum

that moved my bomb line
were to step forward

and admit his guilt,

I would be willing to
lower the mission count

from 50 to 45.

Hmm?

Effective immediately.

You fucking coward.

Dis-fucking-missed!

_

All right, that's 45 seconds to run.

45 seconds.

It's getting hot up here, fellas.

Down there! Just beyond the bridge!

There's a whole convoy on that road!

Yeah, we're coming up on it now.

You all right up there?

We got you, we got you. You're okay.

We're getting hammered! Let's go!

All right, McWatt. Bring her to 043.

Holding steady at 4,500.

043 at 4,500.

Is that it down there?

Is that what down there?

- Fucking Bologna!
- No, no, no.

It's still 13 miles to Bologna.

Holy shit.

They make it with a pesto sauce.

And the parmesan, oh...

It is something, let me tell you, Korn.

It is something.

Yes, sir.

What in God's green earth is that?

What is that?

It's only me. It's only me.

_

_

Hands in the air!

No, it's okay! These are ours now!

- I said, "Hands in the air."
- Yes, I understand that.

There's been a crossed wire somewhere.

Who are you?

I'm Milo! I'm...

I'm the mess officer. You
know me, Captain. I feed you.

State your business here.

Business! My business is business.

These are no longer
military, these are trade.

These are enemy planes.

Well, technically speaking,

that's no longer the case as of today.

This explains, in great detail,

that these are syndicate planes now.

- What syndicate?
- Our syndicate.

We're all part of the
syndicate, even you.

And these are all in order.

I said put your hands in the air!

Of course. Anyway, the Germans are part

of the syndicate, too, and
so what's happening today is

the Germans are contributing
three cargo planes to the syndicate.

Who are these men? Are they Germans?

Well, yes and no. They're delegates.

They're here today representing the
interests of M&M Enterprises.

No, I know what you're gonna say.

Sure, we're at war with the Germans,

but the Germans are also
members in good standing

of the syndicate, and
they pay their bills

a lot more promptly than a lot
of allies of ours I could name.

So it's my job to protect
their rights as shareholders,

just as I will protect yours
as members of the syndicate.

Weapons down! Put your
goddamn weapons down!

Sir, these are German flyers,
and those are German planes.

And you did the right thing, Captain.
Milo, have you got those papers?

- Yes, sir. Can I lower my arms, sir?
- Lower your arms.

Have you go the originals
and carbon copies?

- Yes, sir, they're all right here.
- Korn!

Milo, I apologize for not
passing the relevant information

down the chain of command...
hence, all this kerfuffle.

As of now, these planes are
part of the M&M Enterprise fleet.

Beautiful. Follow me, sir.

These planes are a beauty.
They fly like a dream.

Watch your head.

Hey, that's beautiful work, Luca.

Perfetto, grazie!

Very nice, Milo.

- Very elegant.
- Thank you, sir.

I think so, too, sir.

043 at 4,500! 043 at 4,500!

- Are you reading me, Yossarian?
- Hey, can you hear me?

This ain't the time to fuck around, man.

Yeah, they're really lighting it up.

Come on, you getting close?

Yo-Yo, what's going on?

There's something wrong with the plane!

There's something wrong with the...

Something's wrong with the
plane? What's the matter?

There's just something
the matter with...

I don't know!

Who is that screaming?

This is Yossarian in the nose!

Yossarian in the nose!

Didn't you say there was
something the matter...

I thought you said
something was the matter.

Everything seems fine up
here. Everything's all right.

I can't hear you.

I said everything seems all right.

Holding steady, 4,500 feet.

Drop those fuckers, Yo-Yo! Let's go!

Come on, boys, let's...

I said I still can't hear you!

Is anybody there?

How close are we?

Are we dropping or what?

- Hey, I can't hear you.
- What?

I can't hear you.

I don't know what you're saying.

- I can't hear you!
- I said I can't hear you!

I'm shouting as loud as I can!

Look, there's something
wrong with the intercom!

- We have to turn back.
- For an intercom?

We're not turning back
for a broken intercom.

Turn back, or I'll break
your fucking head!

You're kidding, right?

I can't do my job

if I can't fucking hear you up there!

- Yes, you can!
- No, I can't!

- Yes, you can!
- No, I can't!

I think we need to pull out, McWatt.

No fucking way!

Fine. Fuck you.

Jesus.

All planes, this is "Yankee Doodle."

We are pulling out. We have
a technical difficulty here!

Good.

Good.

Hey, you know what your problem is?

You still think you're
going to get out of here.

- And you fly like you don't.
- Exactly.

I fly however the fuck I want.

Sure, fly however the fuck you want.

Just not when I'm in the same plane.

Oh, it doesn't make a goddamn
bit of difference how I fly.

You're just a coward.

I'm the bravest fucking man you know.

Okay, do what you got to do.

I mean, I'm not going to tell
anyone you pulled those wires.

I mean, I-I'm swell with it.

I mean, it's okay if you're afraid.

I'm not afraid. I'm
just keeping us alive.

Oh, yeah, you are. You're afraid.

Oh, Christ, you're ridiculous.

You know the difference
between me and you?

Me, happy, happy, happy, happy, dead.

You, worry, worry, worry, worry, dead.

Don't drag me into your shit, okay?

Sorry about today.

Just when you think you're
close to heading home,

ten more missions... I-I can
only imagine how that must feel.

He's a goddamn monster.

To punish the squadron
for one man's transgression?

I-I'm not a believer in that sort
of Old Testament retribution myself.

And was it really a transgression?

Well, to knowingly allow
your fellow men to be punished

for a crime you committed,

I-I would say that's a transgression.

But what if the crime
wasn't really a crime?

Or even if it was a crime, so what?

The punishment is irrational.

Should that man be held responsible

for the irrationality of the punishment?

I would have thought
that you of all people

would be incensed at the
actions of this person.

He's just caused you to
fly ten more missions.

I am. I'm incensed.

Not to mention poor
old Major de Coverly.

Was it a prank? An act of sabotage?

What if it was an accident?

Well, I don't see how
it could be an accident.

My understanding is the bomb
line is a piece of string.

It doesn't just move on its own.

We don't know that, and
Cathcart certainly doesn't.

How do... how do we know
Cathcart didn't do it himself

just to raise the missions,
because he's nuts.

He's crazy as a bedbug.

Chaplain, insanity is contagious.

Everybody's crazy except for us.

You and I have to be careful.

We may be the only sane
people in the entire world,

and we're bullied and
insulted and harassed

and shoved around all
day long by insane people.

And we do our duty,
mission after mission...

35, 40... then we're told
it's not good enough.

And when we object, people
like Cathcart tell us

any true patriot would be
proud to fly as many missions

as they're forcing us to fly.

You look at it that way,

I don't know if this bomb line guy

really did the wrong thing.

I mean... You know what I mean?

At ease, at ease, sit.

Sit, please, sit.

You did a lot of damage today, boys.

Bravo, we gave them the real what-for.

We lost 12 men...

12 damn fine men.

God rest their souls.

But we did a lot of damage.

Aerial photographs are developed.

Bombing patterns are meticulous.

So job well done.

Now, by way of saying thank you...

of letting you know
that your brave efforts

do not go unappreciated...

I have asked Milo,
our fine mess officer,

to come up with something
special for you all.

A personal favorite
of mine... Baked Alaska.

Haven't had it since before the war.

Come on, boys, bring it in!

There you go!

There you go, boys.

Milo, looks great.

Veloce, veloce!

Goddamn yummy! It's goddamn yummy!

Is it not, gentleman?
Colonel Korn, what say you?

Yes, sir, it's yummy.

Milo, fine job.

Did you not get any?

- I say, did you not get any?
- We did not, sir.

- I can't hear you.
- We did not, sir.

- Do you not want some?
- No, thank you, sir.

One plane turned back today.

Would the crew of that plane stand up?

And who might the pilot
of this intrepid ship be?

- That'd be me, sir.
- That's McWatt, sir.

McWatt.

And pray tell, McWatt,

what precipitated this urgent
need to be back at base?

- Broken intercom...
- Speak up so

everybody can hear you.

A broken intercom, sir.

Oh.

Major Major, you've been
reading the manual, I believe.

Tell us, in the course of your studies,

have you come across a
paragraph or a subclause

that tells you that a broken intercom

is a valid Procedural
Termination Mechanism

for Mission Abortion?

I don't, um...

- I haven't necessarily...
- No, you haven't!

Because there isn't one!

And I want everyone to take
a good look at this table,

because at this table,

you will see the face of cowardice!

And that is not a face that
gets Baked Alaska put in it.

Hi.

It's goddamn McWatt!

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Get out of here, McWatt!

What the fuck?

You piece of shit!

McWatt, you fucking maniac!

Son of a bitch.

Come on, McWatt, let's see what you got.

- McWatt, you nut!
- What's he doing?

- Yeah, get him, Sampson.
- Yeah, Kid, get him!

- Come on, Kid, get him.
- Here he comes.

- Come on, McWatt!
- Here he comes!

Come on! Let's see what you got!

Oh, I see you, motherfucker.
Come on, McWatt.

- That's right, give it to him.
- Kid Sampson, shove it up his ass!

- Shove it right up his ass!
- Come on!

Whoo!

Shove it up his ass!

This is going straight
up your ass, McWatt!

Oh, shit!

Whoo!

Oh.

He got Kid Sampson.

- He got Kid Sampson!
- Fuck!

Fuck! No, no! Oh, God!

Oh, no.

What are you doing, McWatt?

Happy, happy, happy, happy!

Aah!

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