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[marching band plays]

[male announcer] Gomer Pyle - USMC.

Starring Jim Nabors as Gomer Pyle.

Also starring Frank Sutton
as Sergeant Carter.

[music continues]

Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left

Halt!

Order arms!

Right face!

Well, that was real sharp, men.

Nice and crisp.

I've seen better marchers
in protest parades!

Lucky for you,
I'm sick of looking at your faces,

or I'd cancel your weekend passes!

But, next Saturday, you'd better shape up!
You read me?

Dismissed!

[band music playing]

Pyle?

Hmm? Oh, did you say
something to me, Sergeant?

Didn't you hear me, Pyle?
I just dismissed the platoon.

Oh, I'm sure sorry, Sergeant.
I wasn't paying any attention.

I was listening to the band.

Huh?

The marching band. Don't you hear them?

They're still out there
on the parade ground.

I tell you one thing, Sergeant.
March music always has been my weakness.

I remember, when we were in grade school,

they used to play The National Emblem March
on the phonograph,

and all of us kids would
join hands together

and go marching off to class.

Pyle, okay, if you want to
spend your weekend pass

standing out here listening to bands,
it's okay with me.

Thank you, Sergeant. Thank you.

Just listen at those trumpets blaring.

I tell you, that just covers me
with goose bumps all over.

Look there, Sergeant. Goose bumps! Look!

Oh

[ukulele music playing]

What's that?

I don't know. Music?

Probably some eight ball left
his transistor radio on in the barracks.

Why don't you go turn it off, Boyle?
I can't concentrate.

[ukulele music continues]

I thought you were
going to turn off that radio.

Oh, it's not a radio, Sarge.
It's Pyle. He's playing a ukulele.

He's what? Well, why didn't you stop him?
Make him quit?

Oh, he wasn't doing any harm, Sarge.
He's off duty and all alone in there.

I didn't have the heart.

Well, have the heart. Have the heart!

Go back there and make him stop

or we'll never get
anything done around here.

He didn't have the heart.

Pyle?

Hey, Corporal. I didn't hear you come in.

Pyle, the sergeant and I
are trying to catch up on some paperwork.

- Try and hold it down, will you?
- Oh, was I disturbing you?

I'm sorry, Corporal. I'll quit.

- Good. By the way, Pyle, you're not bad.
- Thank you, Corporal.

It's just something I
picked up back home on TV

on the educational channel.

[distant tooting]

What is that?

Beats me. Sounds like some kind of static.

Well, go check it out, will you?

Right, Sarge.

[tooting continues]

[tooting continues]

Well, what is it?

It's Pyle again.

Pyle? What did he do,
open up a peanut stand?

He's got one of those sweet potatoes.
You know, an ocarina.

What? Well, why didn't
you take it away from him?

I know. He's on his own time,

he's all alone,
and you didn't have the heart.

- That's right.
- Well, I got the heart.

Just watch me.

[tooting continues]

Pyle!

Oh, hey, Sergeant.

Golly! Was I disturbing you again?

What is it, Pyle?
What's with the concert this morning?

Well, let me tell you
about that, Sergeant.

I sent away to Del Rio, Texas,
for a whole bunch of instruments,

and I just got them yesterday.

Cheap, too. Look here.

I got myself a ukulele and a slide whistle

and an ocarina and some bongos.

Got the whole bunch of them for $7.95.

And an autographed picture of Tex Ritter.

Is this it?

- Yes, sir. Boy, didn't I get a bargain?
- I'm confiscating it, Pyle.

- Do you understand that?
- Huh?

Confiscating! Confiscating!

And do you want to know why?

Because this is a Marine base,
not a conservatory of music.

- But, Sergeant--
- It's confiscated!

When your enlistment
in the Marine Corps is over,

it will be returned to you but, till then

- It's confiscated.
- Right.

Well, I sure am sorry, Sergeant.

But, since you're going
to take all the instruments,

you might as well take this
autographed picture of Tex Ritter, too.

That's how much heart it takes.

Now maybe we can get
something done around here.

Oh, Mr. Nice Guy.

I suppose you would have
let him just go on blowing

on that stupid thing, playing the ukulele,
hitting them bongo drums?

- That's not the point.
- No? What's the point?

The point is that Pyle
can be a knucklehead.

I know that and the one time you got to
get rid of musical instruments,

and another time you got to get rid
of something else.

Yeah, yeah. So what's the point?

Well, the point is, it's not the things
you want to get rid of.

You want to get rid of Pyle.

What are you,
some kind of psychiatrist?

You don't have to be
a psychiatrist. It's simple.

- Huh?
- Well, face it, Sarge,

You can take things away
from Pyle because they bug you,

but you won't be satisfied
until you get rid of Pyle himself. Right?

Isn't that right?

You know something, Boyle?

It's not just a matter
of getting rid of Pyle.

It's a matter of getting him
properly placed in the Marine Corps.

After all, I have his welfare at heart,

and I just don't think
he's properly placed here!

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I got an idea for Pyle,
and you gave it to me.

What? Exile?

It's just one chance in maybe
a thousand, but it's worth a try.

What are you going to do?

It's a long shot, but like
I said, it's worth a try.

Sergeant Carter. Corporal Boyle.

Was I disturbing you again?

No, Pyle. I just want to
return something to you.

Here. They're unconfiscated.

But I thought I was disturbing you.

No. You weren't disturbing me
as much as I thought.

In fact, when I got back to the office

and started telling about
how much you love music,

I realized that maybe
I acted a little hasty.

Listen, Pyle, you do like music, huh?

Sergeant, music is a part of my life.

I never knew that.

And I started thinking
about you standing out there this morning

listening to that band.

And the look on your face.

If you like music that much,
who am I to deprive you?

Golly! Thank you, Sergeant.

Uh Tell me this, Pyle.

Do you know anything about music?
Anything at all?

The way you handled
that ukulele and that ocarina,

you must have had some musical training.

Oh, I can read notes.

You can? You really can?

Uh-huh. You see, back home in Mayberry,

I sang in the church choir
for over a year.

And, even if I do say so myself,
I pick up on instruments real easy-like.

No kidding? That's very interesting, Pyle.

You can read music.

Now, listen, Pyle.

Here's my next question.

But think about it very
carefully before you answer.

Pyle, suppose just suppose

You could play
in the band right here on the base.

Would you like that?

- Me? In the band?
- Uh-huh.

Golly, Sergeant, I can't imagine
that in my wildest dreams.

Well, you never can
tell about dreams, Pyle.

Sometimes they come true.

In the meantime, just play away!

But, Sergeant, won't I be disturbing you?

O-Oh, no! It'll be nice in the office.

Like having piped-in music.

The bongo drums, too?

The bongo drums. Anything.
Just play, Pyle. Play!

Gomer Pyle? Who's he?

I'll tell you who he is, Gilroy.

Gomer Pyle is one of the most
dedicated musicians I've ever met.

His whole life is wrapped up in music.

- Right, Boyle?
- Oh, yeah. He loves music all right.

Oh, yeah? Cool it, you guys!

I'll see you tomorrow!

What I don't get, Carter,
is if he's so wild to be in the band,

why didn't he put in
for it in the first place?

I knew you were going
to ask me that, Gilroy.

And I'll tell you why.

Because he's the kind of guy
that likes to do first things first.

Huh?

He wanted to make good as an infantryman.

And let me tell you, he's done that.

Because, whatever Pyle
does, he does to perfection.

'Cause that's the kind of person he is.
Right, Boyle?

Oh, yeah. He's real dedicated.

If you like him so much,
how come you're willing to lose him?

I'll tell you how come.

Because he's a kid who's
done a good job for me.

He's worked hard, conscientious.

Now he wants to move
on, and I want to help him.

Let me tell you something, Gilroy.

You take this Pyle under your wing,
work with him, be patient,

and I guarantee you'll end up
with a hardworking, dedicated bandsman.

All right. He sounds fine.

There's no sense in talking about it now

because, in another week,
the band goes on tour.

On tour?

We're going to play
bases all over the world.

Our first stop is Iceland.

Iceland? You're going to Iceland?

That's right.

Frank, you got to take him.
Give this kid a chance.

If you let a talent like this go to waste,
it will be a crime.

- I don't see how--
- Oh, come on, Frank. Let's face it.

How many times have
you had a pitch like this

from a sergeant for one of his men? Huh?

At least talk to him. Give him a chance.

All right, bring him around.
I'll see what I can do.

Oh, thanks, Gilroy. Thanks.
Believe me. You'll never regret it.

Come on, Boyle.
Let's give Pyle the good news.

Oh, Carter?

This protégé of yours,
what instrument does he play?

Uh instrument?

Wh-What instrument do you need?

Oh, I could always use--

He'll play it! He'll play it!

I don't believe it!
I just don't believe it!

He wants to see me?

You mean there's really a
chance of me being in the band?

I'd say there's a good chance.

Golly! How about that?

There's just one problem, though.
What will I play?

I know the band don't
have an ocarina section.

Oh, well, that's true, Pyle,
but like I told Gilroy,

a musician like you can fit in anywhere.

Anyway, you said you could
pick up instruments real easy.

Well, yeah, Sergeant,
but with all his fine musicians--

Oh, don't worry about them.

All you got to do is convince Gilroy
how dedicated you are.

That you'll do anything
to get in the band.

Beg. Plead with him.

Tell him you'll turn pages
or shine up the horns.

Tell him how good
you are at shining brass.

I will, Sergeant. I will.

Why, being in that band

would be the most wonderful thing
that ever happened to me.

Yeah, it would be wonderful.

Well, don't just stand there, Pyle.
Get over there and talk to Gilroy.

He's waiting for you.

Golly, Sergeant,
I'm so overwhelmed with gratitude.

I don't even know how to thank you.

[laughs]

Relax, Sarge. If he gets in, he gets in.

There's nothing you can do about it.

But when Gilroy sees how dedicated he is,
he'll find a spot for him, won't he?

- Don't you think, huh?
- Oh, sure.

And especially when
he sees how anxious you are

to get Pyle properly placed.

Oh, why don't you stop?

The fact is, I do want
to get him properly placed.

And in the band, in Iceland,
oh, what a proper place.

[tuba music playing]

What is that?

I don't know.
Sounds like it's coming from the barracks.

Yeah.

It's probably the plumbing
again in the shower.

They were supposed to fix it.

Go check on it, will you?

[tuba music continues]

Huh?

You got to see this for yourself, Vince.

It's not the plumbing?

There's your plumbing.

Pyle, don't tell me.

- Hey, Sergeant.
- You're in, you're in. You made the band?

Well, no, I'm not exactly in the band yet.

What do you mean
you're not in the band yet, Pyle?

What are you doing with that tuba?
They don't issue those to everybody.

Well, you see, Sergeant Gilroy
gave me this to practice on.

He wants me to be a standby
for his regular tuba player.

A standby, huh?

Uh-huh. He's going to audition me Monday,
and if I do real good,

there's a chance of me
really being in the band.

A real chance?
You think you got a real chance, Pyle?

Well, Sergeant Gilroy
was really encouraging.

He said I had good lung power
and the right shaped lips.

Yeah, well, I always thought that.

I never knew about the lungs,

but I could tell your
lips were the right shape.

What happens next, Pyle?

Well, Sergeant Gilroy
spent about two hours

with me showing me how to hold the tuba
and how to work the valves and everything.

And after he finished, I could play it.

I told you I picked up on
instruments real easy-like.

No kidding?

Listen to this.

[playing two notes repeatedly]

What's that?

Don't you recognize it?

That the Stars and Stripes Forever.

The Stars and Stripes Forever?

Uh-huh. You see, when I'm going

[playing notes]

The rest of the band is going

[humming melody]

Hey, that's great, great, Pyle!

Doesn't that sound good, Boyle?

Oh, yeah, there's no mistaking that.
It's a tuba.

Thank you for the nice compliment.

But alongside a professional tuba player,
I'm just an amateur.

Oh, look, Pyle, it doesn't
make any difference

what you are.

Just as long as you're good enough
to get into the band.

That's all any of us care about.

Well, with all your fine
encouraging and compliments,

how can I miss?

All I got to do now is practice.

Yeah, Pyle, practice, practice.

Let's not waste any time.

Sure I won't be disturbing you?

Oh, no, Pyle, nothing you do from now on
is going to disturb us.

Just practice, keep practicing.

[two notes playing repeatedly]

[pounding on door]

Who is it? Come in.

Sarge Sergeant Carter.

Yeah, what are you
guys doing up at this hour?

- Listen, Sarge, don't you hear it?
- Hear what?

That honking. It's Pyle, Tubby the Tuba.

He's playing in the latrine.

So he's playing the tuba.
What do you want from me?

Well, Sarge, it's Sunday morning,
our only day to sleep.

I tried to talk to him,
he said you wanted him to practice.

That's right. He's trying out for the band
and he needs all the practice he can get.

Does he have to start so late?
The whole barracks is up.

Well, tomorrow's his big day to audition.

He wants to be ready
and he's got his heart set on it.

Sarge, that honking
It sounds like a foghorn.

A foghorn?
Is that any way to talk about a musician?

What, are you jealous
because he's got talent and you haven't?

Let's show a little consideration.

Oh, but, Sarge

Oh, come on, it's time
you guys were up anyway.

It'll give you a chance
to air out your mattresses.

Well, move, move, move, move,
move, move, move, move, move!

Out!

[tuba playing continues]

All right, at ease.

Training schedule for today is as follows:

We'll start with a run
over the obstacle course,

followed by machine
gun and mortar practice,

with the balance of the morning
spent on hand-to-hand combat.

Any questions?

All right.

The following men are excused from duty,
Pyle

[tuba playing]

A-ten-hut!

Dismissed.

[tuba playing continues]

Sergeant Carter.

Yes, sir.

That noise coming from your barracks,
what is that?

Well, sir, it's one of my men.

What's he doing?

Practicing, sir.

That noise is a tuba.

You see, sir, he's auditioning
for the band this afternoon,

and he's so anxious to make good,
I thought that a few extra hours practice

would make the difference.

That's very commendable, Sergeant,
but noise can be a little distracting

especially during duty hours.

I suggest you find him
another place to practice.

Another place, sir?

A room with more privacy
and plenty of insulation.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure I'll be able to find something.

[playing melody]

Nice going, Sarge. You really found him
a great practice room.

How are we going to work?

It had to be. Where else could I take him?

But can't we at least open up a window
or a door to get some air in here?

No, no, they'll hear him.

Well, we hear him and it's murder.

It's temporary, just temporary.

Remember, today Camp Henderson,
tomorrow Iceland.

Boy, if we can last.

He needs all the practice he can get.
He's got to be ready by this afternoon.

- Yeah, yeah.
- It's temporary, just temporary.

[phone ringing]

Sergeant Carter here.

Oh, yes, sir, Lieutenant.

Sir?

You're over in the administration building
and you can still hear him?

Oh, yes, sir.

We'll find another place for him.

Right away, sir.

Where?

[playing melody]

Sergeant Carter? Sergeant Carter?

Sergeant Carter?

What is it, Pyle?

I've been practicing
all afternoon, Sergeant.

I think I'm about ready.

No, Pyle, you still got an hour left
before your audition.

Keep practicing, keep practicing.

Okay, but I sure hope
Sergeant Gilroy likes me.

Oh, he will, Pyle.
You sound great, just great.

Well, here we are,
Sergeant, right on time.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, don't just sit there, Boyle,
help him with his tuba.

Save his breath.

Besides, Sergeant,
if I'm going to be in the band,

I got to do my own tuba carrying.

Now before you go in, Pyle,
is everything okay?

Do you feel all right? You're not nervous?

So, Sergeant, I'm just fine. Raring to go.

Good, good.

I know how much
this audition means to you.

I mean getting in the Marine Band.

That's true, Sergeant. And if I make it--

No "ifs." You're gonna make it.

Remember, you're gonna. You gotta.

Well, if I do make it,

I'll owe it all to you
because it was all your idea.

I never will be able to thank you enough.

Well, don't worry about that, Pyle.
I'll be thanked.

Just knowing you're a part of the band
will be plenty of thanks.

Well, I guess I'd better get going.

Right.

Hey! Sergeant Gilroy.

Hi, Gilroy. We brought your tuba player.

Good.

How's he doing?

Can we say he's officially in the band?

[chuckles]

Looks good. Very good.

Let's go, Pyle.

- We're due inside.
- Right. See you later, Sergeant Carter.

Do you see that?

Did you see that?

He's in, Boyle, he's in!

- Gilroy likes him!
- It sure looks that way.

Gilroy likes him and I love Gilroy!

Who would have believed it?

Yeah, who?

Well, come on, let's start getting
his transfer ready.

Here you are, Sarge, all finished.

Pyle's transfer.

I never thought I'd live to see the day.

Just what you always wanted, huh?

- Carter
- Oh, hi, Gilroy.

You're just in time.

Here's Pyle's shot record,
his quartermaster issue

and his personnel file.

What's this all about?

It's his transfer.
He's transferring to the band, ain't he?

- You want him, don't you?
- Sure, I want him, Vince.

Only he doesn't want us.

- That's what I came to tell you about.
- Huh?

Yeah, at the last
minute, he turned it down.

Look, I don't get it.

You come to me, you give me a big pitch,

then I take him and he turns it down.

He turned it down?

Like you said, he's dedicated all right.

When the regular tuba player
saw how hard Pyle was working,

he thought he was going to be replaced.

So then he started working,
and I think he actually improved.

So I shouldn't complain too much.

Pyle did me some good.

See you, Vince.

He turned it down.

Did you hear? He turned it down.

I heard.

What happened?

You try, you plan,
then everything falls apart.

Why?

Sergeant Carter, guess what

What, Pyle, what? I'd really like to know.

I thought you said you
wanted to join the band.

I did, Sergeant,
but boy, am I lucky I found out.

Found out what, Pyle, what?

Well, you didn't know about it, Sergeant,
but the band's going on a world tour.

Leaving for Iceland.

And I'd had to go with them,
and that meant that we'd be separated.

And you probably wouldn't
have seen me for over a year.

Boy, are we lucky I found out.

Ain't we lucky, Sergeant, ain't we?

Yeah, Pyle, we're lucky.

Real lucky.

Well, that's that.
Anything else we ought to do?

Yeah. Let's get started
on the supply requisitions.

If we finish up in time,
maybe we can take in a movie in town.

Hey, that's a good idea.
We could use some relaxation.

That's for sure.

[drum beating]

Sarge, you don't think

Don't think, just come on!

[drum beating]

Pyle, what do you think you're doing?

Well, hey, Sergeant, Corporal Boyle.

Sergeant Gilroy
give me this to practice on.

He wants me to the standby drummer
for whenever the band's on the base.

And I've been practicing.
Guess what this is.

You don't know? It's Semper Fidelis.

Semper Fidelis?

Uh-huh. You see, while I'm going

[drum beating]

The rest of the band's going

[humming melody]

[cymbals clashing]

[humming melody]