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Aw. We're late.

Use the officers'.

13-15.
Let's go.

Relax, you don't
have a chance.

I'll beat
your brains out.

Ah!

Hey, Henry!

-Yo.
-Where you goin'?

Down to Regimental
Headquarters.

Bring back
some fresh nurses.

Make sure they're lean.

-Be good now.
-So long, sirs.

Don't forget
to tip the driver.

Aah!

-Are those gurney tables?
-Right.

And those
are surgical masks.

You're playing
Ping-Pong!

I told you it was Ping-Pong.

Absolutely right, Frank.

Dismissed.

Dismissed?

Listen, with Blake gone,

I'm in command
of this outfit.

Oh, in that case,
dismissed, sir.

We'll see how funny you
good-time Charlies are

when Frank Burns is number 1
around here permanently.

Just what is that
supposed to mean?

That's for me to know
and for you to find out.

Frank, you're begging
for a deviated septum.

You'll find out.

MAN: This hearing
is to determine your
fitness to command.

A serious charge has
been filed against you

by Majors Burns
and Houlihan.

We'll begin with
the lesser charges

against Lieutenant
Colonel Blake, Major Murphy.

Yes, General.

-Colonel Blake?
-Uh, yes, sir.

-I'm sorry, sir. Excuse me.
-My fault.

No, it was
my fault, sir.

I'll be more careful.

Can we get on with this?

Colonel Blake,
it is alleged

that on or about
Kentucky Derby Day,

there were gurney races
held at your unit

and that betting took place.

Is this true?

Uh, exactly
what is a gurney?

Um, well, General,
it's a-it's a rolling table

that we use to
transport patients

to and from
the various places

that we have to take
them to and from from.

To and from from?

Yes, sir.

RADAR:
Okay, Girl O' War!

Gal O' War! Gal O' War!

Make your bets
before the big race.
Last chance.

Place your bets, folks.
Don't miss your chance.

Well, I see y'all have got
the second post position
again, Culpepper.

Sir, this position
has been handed down

from Culpepper to Culpepper.

That's a fine-lookin' filly
you have there, sir.

She also has been handed down
from Culpepper to Culpepper.

Y'all, uh, this
is your colonel.

Only one minute to post time.

All right, come on!

This is your last chance
before the big race

to make your bets.
Come on, soldier.

Hey, Klinger, want to make
a bet on the race?

I'm busy. Radar,
I'm finally getting out.

Wait'll you see what I'm
making out of this red satin.

I like you in anything.

All right. Come on.
Make your bets.

All right, folks,
the gurneys are ready!

They're at the post.

RADAR: Let's go.

HENRY:
And there they go!

As we round
the clubhouse turn,

it's Hawk's Pride,

with Gal O' War,
Girl Away,

and Bouncing Betty.

And in the lead,

it's Hawk's Pride
and Gal O' War,

Girl Away,
and Bouncing Betty!

Decadent.

Gurney races.

With girls
on top of them.

Pushing them around.

Doctors pushing nurses.

Frank...

Me, too.

Where can we go?

Out back of
the lard cans.

And Bouncing Betty--

HENRY: Bouncing Betty
is starting

to make a move
on the outside.

Girl Away--

It's Hawk's Pride
and Gal O' War.

Gal O' War in a real
battle for third

between Girl Away
and Bouncing Betty.

Bouncing Betty starting
to drop behind.

Hawk's Pride
widening the lead,

with Gal O' War, Girl Away.

And Bouncing Betty
starts to make her move.

Hawk's Pride is coming
up fast on the inside.

Gal O' War is
taking the outside.

And it's Girl Away!

Bouncing Betty is
really bouncing along,

with Girl Away,
Gal O' War,

and Hawk's Pride
in the lead.

Hawk's Pride is coming in.

It's neck to neck
between Hawk's Pride!

And the winner
is Gal O' War

by a-- by a-- uh, by...

The winner's Gal O' War.

So you not only
condoned the activity,

you participated in it.

Well, uh,
we work hard, Major.

We-- We need
some relaxation.

Even if it violates
every rule in the book.

General, just prior to
our Kentucky Derby Day,

our operating room
handled over,

uh, the-the, uh...

Now, I've got the casualty
figures here somewhere, sir.

Um... Radar,
do you... ?

-I'm sorry, sir.
-No, it's my fault again.

Proceed, Major.

Charge 2 states
one of your enlisted men

engaged in the
business of selling

Hi-Style wingtip shoes

from the Style Rite
Shoe Company

of Storm Lake, Iowa.

The Style Rite what?

Shoe Company.
Style Rite Shoe Company.

I read it on the back
of a matchbook.

It said that you could
earn extra money
in your spare time

selling Hi-Style
wing-tip shoes.

How did this work?

Well, you just filled in

your name and address
and stuff,

and they sent you
a demo shoe,
a measuring thing,

and, uh, an order blank.

But you're a corporal
in the United States Army.

Well, that's not
my fault, sir.

Hey, Klinger, wait up!

I'm busy.

Good morning, sir.
My name is Radar O'Reilly.

I represent the
Style Rite Shoe Company

of Storm Lake, Iowa.

Could I interest you in a pair

of really nifty
black-and-white wing-tip shoes

for only 8.95?

No, but I could use a pair
of black-and-white pumps

with a rhinestone buckle
at any price.

Anybody home?

No.

Good morning, sir.
My name is Radar O'Reilly.

I represent the Style
Rite Shoe Company

of Storm Lake, Iowa.

Please come in,
Mr. O'Reilly.

Thank you.

Um, I would like
to interest you

in a pair of our
Hi-Style wingtip shoes

for only $8.95.

Do I sit down?

I think you almost have to.

Right. Here?

Oh, uh, nice place
you have here.

Well, it's cruddy,
but it's home.

Have you been
doing this long?

Uh, no, actually, uh,
this is my first day.

Oh, I think
you'll do well.

You found my foot without
any trouble at all.

And if I may
say so, sir,

it is a very
handsome foot.

Thanks. I like it.

Uh, well,
as you can see,

this is
an all-leather shoe,

with a built-in
arch support

to give you hours of
comfort and good looks.

I can see that, yes.

Well, sir, now,

as our company slogan
says--

Oh, yeah.

If your shoes aren't
becoming to you,

then you should
be coming to us.

Actually, Mr. O'Reilly,

I already have a pair
of black-and-white shoes.

Ah, excuse me, sir,
but you don't have

Style Rite
black-and-white shoes.

Oh, that's true, yeah,

but I-I-I really don't, uh...

I-I-I can't afford...

You can't afford
not to give your feet

the best home
they ever had.

Yeah.

Right. Well, I...
No, I'm sorry, I really...

I'm not...
But I'm just, I'm...

MURPHY: Did you participate

in this business venture,
Colonel Blake?

Of course not.

I can't wear wing-tip shoes.

I have an extremely
high arch.

They've got arch supports.

Well, they weren't
high enough.

I have to have
extra-high supports.

They could've
put those in.

You just didn't wanna
spend the extra 1.95.

-That's not true.
-It is too.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Charge 3 states

you have a non-com
who is a transvestite.

Well, I don't pry into
a man's religion, sir.

A transvestite
wears dresses, Colonel.

Oh, Klinger.

-Yes.
-Well, you see,

Klinger is not your typical
recruiting poster type.

It might be of some
comfort to you to know

that he spends
most of his time

trying to get out
of the army.

HENRY: I must say

he's very inventive
about it.

For, uh, several weeks,

Klinger was keeping
pretty much to himself.

Uh, he seemed,
uh, preoccupied

and didn't spend
much time around camp

during his off-hours.

Did you see that?

What?

A big red bird
with fuzzy pink feet.

Really?

Hey, Hawk,
did you see that?

What did you see?

A big red bird
with fuzzy pink feet.

See?

Where were we?

MURPHY:
So you confirm he was found
two miles from the camp?

Yes, sir, laying there
in an unconscious condition,

looking like a big red bird
with fuzzy pink feet.

Colonel,
what did you think

about Klinger's attempt to
desert the United States Army?

Well, frankly, sir,

I think
he might've made it

if he'd had
a better tailwind.

GENERAL:
As you were.

This hearing will resume
at 09:00 hours tomorrow.

Colonel Blake,
you're under arrest.

You will remain confined
to regimental quarters

until this
hearing resumes.

Corporal O'Reilly,
you'll return to your unit.

Blake, I suggest
that you have O'Reilly

bring back
whatever documents

you're going to need
to defend yourself

against the most serious
of these charges:

falsifying records

and lending aid and comfort
to the enemy.

Oh, boy.

Ah, nice. Keep a nice,
even spread there, soldier.

I don't want to see
any brush strokes.

-Frank.
-Hmm?

It's against
air raid regulations.

If they're white,
they can be seen
by enemy planes.

Uh...

just paint the top half,

and, uh, turn them over every
night.

Hey, Radar.

When'd you get back?

About a half
a chicken ago.

-Where's Henry?
-Mm.

Will you stop that vacuum
effect and answer us?

Colonel Blake is still
at Regimental Headquarters.

He's under arrest.

-Henry?
-For what?

Oh, a whole lot
of little stuff,

but one really terrible one:

giving aid and comfort
to the enemy.

But Henry wouldn't
do a thing like that.

His draft board did it
when they sent him here.

What are you talking about?

Those are the charges.

Well, who made 'em?

Majors Burns and--

HAWKEYE, TRAPPER:
And Houlihan.

Please, not while
you're eating.

Based on what?

I think it's about that
Nurse Cratty business.

How'd they find out?

All I know is I gotta
show 'em the file on
her tomorrow morning.

Uh, whaddaya say we show
them Nurse Cratty, too?

In person.

We'll take care of that.
You get the files.

Oh, hey, thanks, guys.

I can't tell you how
upset this makes me.

Eat something.

You've got
exciting hands.

I am a nurse, silly.

Oh. Right there,
right there.

Hmmm.

I've always said it.
Behind every great man

there's a woman
with a vibrator.

What do you want?

I think your salute
is idling too fast.

Just what business
do you men have

with your
commanding officer?

We want you to know,
Commanding Officer,

that we're both aware
of your finkery.

Finkery?

That's right.
You finked on Henry.

You were the fink,
and he was the finkee.

Henry Blake is
unfit to command.

-We love him.
-Hard cheese.

This outfit is
finally going to have

a real man in charge.

Oh, Good luck, fella.

You deserve it, guy.

Leave this tent
immediately!

Oh, we're going, all right.

Down to Regimental.

Yeah, with Nurse Cratty.

To rescue our colonel.

To save his brass.

Come on.

-FRANK: As you were.
-How were we?

You're both under arrest.

Oh.

This is a clear violation
of the Geneva Convention.

No officer shall be
confined in his underwear

unless issued an
athletic supporter with
suitable insignia.

I don't mind that so much
because I got good legs,

but to take away
our still.

How long does he think we can
last on just food and water?

He's a doctor,
that's what kills me.

His patients have
the same problem.

Look...

you're a captain,
I'm a captain.

That makes two captains
against one major.

Now, if you were
playin' poker

and you had a pair
of captains in the hole,

you'd bet
your brains out.

The trouble is
he's not one of a kind.

That's right.
Hot Lips is a major, too.

That's a bigger pair.

Meanwhile, back
at Headquarters...

Our fearless leader.

What do we do?

I can't think here.

There's no booze,
the place has been cleaned

to within an inch
of its life,

and your knees
are driving me wild.

Don't get smart
with me, soldier.

I'm cheap,
but I'm not easy.

-Supper, sir.
-Here you go.

Where do you wanna eat?

Put it by the TV.

-I like your outfit.
-Thank you.

A lotta guys can't
wear stuff like that.

Major Burns ordered me
to get rid of all my dresses.

That's a shame.

Listen, if you guys
need somethin' to wear...

Corporal...
for nasal drip.

I haven't got
a nasal drip.

Take it or
I'll give you one.

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, I'll have this
filled right away.

MAN :
Attention, all personnel.

By order
of Major Frank Burns,

lights out in
ten minutes sharp.

Anyone not in their
own beds at that time

will have to spend the night
wherever they are.

The following people
have volunteered

to go on a ten-mile hike.

Hiya, Roy.
How's it goin'?

How about a beer?

Attaboy, Roy.

I did just like
you told me.

I put the whole
thing in his beer.

Great. Take two bras
outta petty cash.

GENERAL: We'll now
address ourselves

to the most serious charge
made against you, Colonel.

Major.

It alleges
that you falsified

requisition records

to obtain more
plasma, penicillin,

and other vital
medical matériel

than your
unit required.

Further, these were
delivered to your unit

but were not
given to the officer
in charge of supplies,

Major Houlihan,
according to him.

-Her.
-Sir?

Him's a her.
She's a she.

-Who's a she?
-He is.

-Houlihan?
-That's her.

Proceed, Major.

It is further alleged
these materials were used

to give aid
to North Koreans.

You gave or sold
said medical supplies

to one Meg Cratty,
an American nurse

who has lived in Korea
for the past 17 years

and operates a clinic
in an area

some three miles north
of the 38th Parallel.

Many of her patients
are North Koreans.

We're fighting
the North Koreans, Colonel.

-I'm aware of that, General.
-That's treason!

Are the allegations
true, Col. Blake?

Yes.

Uh, but-but-but I don't mean
yes in the sense that

yes, I gave aid
and comfort to the enemy,

I-- but rather,

yes, Meg Cratty
gave aid and comfort.

That's-That's what I meant

by my "Yes, sir," sir.
Yes, sir, sir.

MURPHY:
Then the charges made
by Houlihan and Burns

are substantially
correct?

HENRY:
Yes, sir.

Why are you slowing
down, Frank?

Hurry up!

Watch that bomb hole!

Get over on
your right, Frank!

Frank, what are you
doing over on the right?

Get over on the left!

Colonel, this hearing
is to determine

if court-martial
proceedings are indicated.

You've given
me no alternative

but to recommend
such proceedings.

I understand, General.

Don't you have anything
to say in your own defense?

I was just trying to help.

-Pierce!
-Who are these people?

-We want to testify, sir.
-The cavalry's here, Henry.

-Ta-da-da-da-ta-da!
-Oh, for Pete's sake.

Uh, General, this
is Captain Pierce.

-Pierce.
-This is Captain McIntyre.

That's, uh, Meg Cratty.

And that's, uh, uh...

This is a sample
of Henry Blake's work.

Brother,
that's all I need.

We're here to help
Colonel Blake, sir.

Yeah, get me life in
front of the firing squad.

You get any sleep, sir?

General, this girl,
and dozens like her,

will have healthy babies
because of Henry Blake.

Now, I operate a clinic.

And when someone's sick,

I don't ask
about their politics.

Henry Blake is the only man
who's ever helped me.

He's a caring, decent man,

which is more
than I can say

about any of you
high-priced bellhops.

You're beautiful.

I used to be, sonny.

May I say
something, General?

Before Meg Cratty
set up shop,

seven out of ten babies
born to the hill people

never made it past
the first few days.

My giving her penicillin
and whatever

just made her job
a little easier.

No money changed hands,

and I didn't deprive
our own wounded kids
of one thing.

I'm guilty.

That's my explanation.

So you can hang my butt
from a flagpole.

General, request permission
to address this hearing.

-Who are you?
-Majors Burns
and Houlihan, sir.

-Which is which?
-Doesn't matter.
They're interchangeable.

General, this man is AWOL.

So is he. They're both AWOL.

That's only because

we're
absent without leave.

They drugged an MP
and stole a Jeep.

Whatever they've told you,
these two are living proof

of Henry Blake's
unfitness for command.

I never claimed to be
a junior General MacArthur.

Look, I'm a doctor,

and I try to patch up wounded
kids and run a hospital.

Right!

Having heard the charges

and the Colonel's
explanations,

I'm inclined to
expunge the record.

In order to do that,

I'll need you to drop
your charges, Major.

I assume you're
willing to do so.

FRANK:
Just a minute, General.

I am proud to serve
in the United States Army

and equally proud
to fight in this war.

My family came
to America in 1927.

Riding on a pony.

I will not drop
these charges.

Colonel Blake's total
refusal to go by the book

is a slap in the face to
the loyalty and devotion

given to the flag by officers

and men like Major Houlihan
and myself.

Therefore, I decline
to change my position

in any way, shape, or form.

Excuse me, General.
Some new evidence

has just come to light.
Major Burns.

-You wouldn't.
-In a minute.

Uh-huh.

Uh, General, in view
of certain circumstances,

I, at this time,
withdraw my charges.

Frank!

GENERAL:
You're sure, Major?

Uh-- He is.

This hearing is adjourned.

I'd ask you all
in for a drink,

but the officers' club doesn't
open for another hour.

I've got the key,
General.

Fox, put yourself down
for a silver star.

Major Burns.

Congratulations, Henry.

Oh, thanks, Meg.
And good luck to you.

Thanks.

Hey, Henry,
What you said there.

-That was terrific.
-Yeah.

What the hell is
the new evidence?

What do you care?
You're free.

Yeah, you're free!

"Dear Mrs. Burns,

"Since you're so proud of
your husband as an officer,

"it is sad to report
that he is frequently
out of uniform."

"And maybe you
should know with who."

That's "whom."

Oh, whom.

Attention, all personnel.

Let's all turn out to greet
our very own Colonel Blake.

Everybody hit the compound.

Everybody hit the compound.

Well, this is it,
General.

It's an honor
having you.

Well,
I just wanted to see

what kind of a nut farm
you were running here.

Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, sir.

But the, uh, 4077th

is just your run-of-the-mill
everyday army camp.

Mm-hmm.

Ten-hut.

Welcome home, sir.