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Welcome to the 4077th,
Major Freedman.

The conference will start
at 1800 hours, sharp.

I'll be there.

Oh, sir, if you'd like a drink,
compliments of Colonel Blake.

Scotch, gin, vodka.

And for your convenience,
all in the same bottle.

-Thank you, Corporal.
-Oh, you're welcome, sir.

The conference starts
at 1800 hours, sir.

Good. I can get in
a little sack time.

Oh, yes, sir.

-Corporal.
-Sir?

Have a nurse wake me...
a little at a time.

Yes, sir.

MCINTYRE:
How'd you get out of it?

I just sat her down and I said,

"Honey, it'll never work.
You're too good for me."

-Was she?
-No, as a matter of fact,
she wasn't very good at all.

You have a lot of trouble
with women, don't you?

Every chance I can.

-Sponge.
-Sponge.

-Yeah?

I just wanted
to remind you, sirs,

that the conference is set
for 1800 hours.

-How much is that
in people time?
-6:00.

Wow!

Hey, Radar,
without your glasses

you could almost pass
for offensive.

Hey, why don't you
leave the little fellow alone?

It's okay.
I can take a joke.

-MCINTYRE: Hey!
-Hey, wait a minute!

Where you going?
I was kidding!

-He's kidding!
-You're beautiful!

-Yo.

Sir, Major Freedman
and Captain Pak have
arrived and billeted

and will be ready
at 1800 hours.

Oh, that's terrific, Radar.

Cut yourself shaving, sir?

No, Radar. I thought
I'd wear three pieces
of toilet paper tonight.

Maybe start
a new trend.

I don't think
it'll catch on.

That'll be all, Radar.

Sir, could I ask a favor?

Ask away.

-Can I use the jeep tonight?
-Oh?

Got a little action
lined up tonight, Radar?

Well, me and a couple
of guys are going down

to the Purple Dragon
in Daiwank.

It's supposed to be
real nifty.

Oh, Radar, the Purple Dragon

is a Lockheed bomber
packing crate they emptied

and stuck in a jukebox
and a bunch of B-girls
on roller skates.

Yeah.

I wouldn't touch
one of those girls
if I was a ten-foot pole.

-Uh, but, sir...
-Radar, do you remember

the training film
you saw yesterday?

-Oh, don't worry about me, sir.
I know what to do.
-Uh-huh.

I'm not gonna get
trench foot.

-Have a good time.
-Oh, thank you, sir.

Gentlemen,
I make it 1800 hours.

We're all assembled.
Let's begin.

Okay.
First ace deals.

Here we go.

Oops.

-Nice dealing, Henry.
-That's embarrassing.

Did you cut
those cards, Henry?

Somebody ought to
cut Henry.

Easy, mate.

Okeydoke, ante up.

How 'bout a little
five-card stud?

Jake. Three of clubs.

Deuce. Lady.

Ooh. And a big ace
for the dealer.
Sorry about that.

-Bet a buck blind.
-Okay.

-Call.
-Call.

The winning hand is folding.

-The pot is ripe.
-Hi, sirs.

Sandwiches from the mess tent.

I hope everybody
likes carrier pigeon.

There's ham, chicken
and something brown
that just lays there.

Here we go.
Jack, four.

Pair of threes.
Queen. Ace, four.

Everybody know Klinger?

-This is Captain Pak.
-Sir.

-Major Freedman.
-Ah, the psychiatrist.

Still trying to get out
wearing dresses, Klinger.

Earrings with
a sweater?

Klinger, be creative.

I remember a guy,
insisted he was a cockroach

who would only crawl
along the woodwork.

That was Private Kafka,
I believe.

Then I had a young man
who claimed to be reincarnated.

Said he was with Washington
at Valley Forge,

and therefore he'd already
done his military service.

Just a moment, Nurse.
Hold it, people.

Lieutenant Rogers?

Yes, sir?

This man can't be put under.
He's army counterintelligence.

Can't be anesthetized
unless there's another
C.I.D. man present.

In case he tells anything
under sedation. Regulations.

Uh, I've notified your H.Q.
There will be someone here
in a hour.

And I guarantee
you you're absolutely
in no danger.

I think.

Thanks, Doc.

Five clams.

-I'm out.
-I'm in.

I wonder what the chances are
of my getting the fifth jack?

Oh, well, not to worry.

Your five and up five.

That's mean.

I'm gonna beat the pants
off you, lady.

-Hey, where'd we get
the kosher salami?
-I brought it.

A little girl I knew
at Berkeley sent it.
She's a yenta now.

Okay, okay, here we go.
Down and dirty.

-What's your problem,
poker face?

I'm committing suicide.

Go out in turn, Sidney.

Oops, just found something,
but I'll check.

Hey, I bought
the fifth jack. I'm out.

Dealer bets ten bucks.

Colonel?

-Uh, Colonel?
-Let's see here.

Fondling your chips
is very infantile.

-Not now, Sidney.
-Colonel?

-Not now, Radar.
-But, sir...

Radar, whatever it is,
sign it, cancel it
or order five more.

All right, Klinger,
I'll see your bet.

-What do you got?
-Full house.

Aces full of tens.

Oh, rats!
Just missed.

-A pair of deuces?
-I don't have to show.

Sir, it's important.

And private.

Okay, deal me out.

What do you wanna
play next, Sam?

Oh, five-card stud.

High-low.
You can buy one at the end

and low hole card wild.

Now, that's inscrutable.

Wait a minute!
Almost killed who?

I don't know
what his name is, sir.
You know how dark it is.

I was driving along,
and then all of a sudden
I felt this thump.

I think it was a thump.

Was it a thud or a thump?

No, it was more like a thump.
It was real sharp-like.

Yes, it was definitely
a thump, sir... a Korean thump.

Why a Korean thump?

'Cause I ran over a Korean.

Holy mackerel, Radar!
Hitting a Korean national!

They'll put you into
the cooler till you're
a little old corporal.

Yes, sir.

Just take it easy, son.
Where is he?

-He's in the hospital.
-Let's go.

Yes, sir. I'm really sorry
to take you away from
your card game.

Ah, Radar, don't you think
you mean more to me than
a pair of deuces?

Thank you, one and all.
A popular win.

Well, I think it's about time
we separate the men from
the boys around here.

-You the new sheriff?
-That's right, sonny.

And this here's
the new schoolmarm.

Deal, Tex,

already.

No contusions,
no abrasions, no bleeding.

That's good, isn't it, sir?

No bleeding is best, Radar.

Yes, sir.

How you feel, old timer?

Okay, Nurse,
let's get some X rays,

find out if
anything's broken.

-Yes, sir.
-These old bones
snap like kindling.

Uh, gee,
I sure am sorry, mister.

I think he understands.

Radar, let me know.
I'll be at the game.

-Whose deal is it?
-I dealt last.

Oh, okay, it's me.
Cut.

Five-card draw, dollar and two,
jacks or better, progressive.

Oh, I see the "conference"
is in full swing.

Hi, Frank.
What's new up on the mount?

Read any good
commandments lately?

It's against regulations
to gamble with an enlisted man.

You never enlisted,
did you, Klinger?

When they came for me,

I ran like a thief right
into Grand Central Station.

They trapped me
in a pay toilet.

-MCINTYRE: Beautiful.
-Cost 'em four dollars
in nickels to get me out.

I love a volunteer.

You know,
during the physical,

they jabbed me
with a coat hanger
to get me to cough.

Boy, if this doesn't
take the cake.

Officers laughing
at a draft-dodger

while a real soldier
lies bleeding in O.R.

-What do you mean, bleeding?
-Who's bleeding in O.R.?

A C .I .D. man.
His chopper crashed.

Looks like multiple
internal injuries.

-So why aren't you
operating on him?
-You can't anesthetize

a C.I.D. man unless
there's another one present.

Well, that's crazy.

There's an officer on his way
from H.Q. Be here anytime.

Anytime, Frank?
How many minutes are there
in an anytime, Frank?

I gave him two units.
I assure you his condition
is stable now.

Being a horse doctor
you'd know that.

I lost a kid
that way once.

-Come on, Trap.
-Now, be advised.

If you so much as
touch that patient,

you're violating
army regulations.

Frank, we promise
to keep saluting
all during the operation.

Deal us out.

Okay, deal me in.

-Lap sponge.
-NURSE: Lap sponge.

Keep that suction going.
This guy's drowning in himself.

You know, he could easily
have cashed in.

Is that Frank a pip?

My vote is we put him
in front of a 21-gun salute.

I'll tell you this.
Frank has definitely
put me off reenlisting.

Give me another clamp.
Come on. Quick.

Hope this guy doesn't mind
ignoring orders by living.

-Clamp.
-Sponge.

-Okay, that's enough.
-No, it's not.

Nothing broken here, Radar.

Everything's right where it
ought to be.

Are you sure, sir?

Radar, I don't know
all the medicine in the world,

but I can read an x-ray with
one eye tied behind my back.

Even a hairline.

A little loss of calcium,
but that's understandable.

He was born two years
before Moses.

Yes, sir.

But look it.
He's all stiff.

It looks like he's paralyzed.

There's your syndrome...
trauma-induced
hysterical paralysis.

Wow. That can't be good.

It's classic, Radar.

His mind's raising hell
with his body for getting
him in an accident.

It just says,
"You just lay there
for a while and be rigid,

and that'll teach you."

See?

It's all said in Korean,
of course.

Well, let's throw
the old blanket back
and see what I can find.

No, thank you.

What's wrong, Frank?

I can handle this, Colonel.

Well, handle it quietly,
will you?

I got an old geezer here
stiff as an ironing board.

That's the last tray
you're going to upset, soldier.
There's a war on!

And we've no time
for violence.

I don't wanna
go back up there.

I don't wanna go.

Nobody wants to go, fella.

We all know it's brutal
at the front,

especially those
of us at the rear.

There's nothing wrong
with you, see?

It's all in your head.

But don't get the idea
it's psychological.

I'm not buying that old
combat fatigue dodge.

You're going back
into the front line, soldier.

The army doesn't care
about your head.

Just get the enemy in
the crosshairs and blast away.

What's up, Frank?
Fort Sumter been fired upon?

Did you get to the
"whites of their eyes" part?

You did it, didn't you?
Operated on the C.I.D. man.

Yeah, we thought we'd
save his life for kicks.

Well, I wouldn't wanna be
in your shoes when
this thing hits the fan.

Oh, you're a big fan hitter,
aren't you, Frank?

I don't wanna go back.
I don't wanna go back!

Shut up or I'll have you
shipped out tonight.

-Hey, Frank.
-Hmm?

Doctors, medicine,
compassion... remember?

We're here to serve.

Ours is a dedicated,
humane profession.

MAN :
Will Doctors Pierce
and McIntyre

kindly return
to the conference?

They need your money.

-Dr. Mclntyre.
-After you, Dr. Pierce.

There's a possible straight.
A pair of threes.

Another queen.
I don't know.

And garbage for the dealer.
Pair of queens bets.

-Trapper?
-Wait a minute.
What's everybody got?

You like to look
at my hole card, gringo?

Very funny.
Don't rush me.

Would you like to make a bet

before the war
goes into overtime?

Okay. I'll check
to the possible straight.

Check along.

-I'm out.
-I'm light five.

"El foldo."

All right, I'll see you.

-Over and out.
-Sam, did you get the straight?

Did I hit the straight?
Two, three, four, five, nine.

My queens held up.

Sell me another stack, Shirley.

-Hold it. Everybody freeze.
-What's the matter?

One of the sandwiches
just moved.

I can tell you
this much, Major.

This is definitely
a court-martial offense.

-I warned them. I warned them.
-Why didn't you
order them not to?

A warning is like an order.

If you warn hard enough,
that's sort of "orderish."

-Were you in the
operating room with them?
-No.

I don't like to be around
when rules are broken.

A rough situation, Major.

This man's head's full
of intelligence.

That's not my department, sir.

Intelligence is something
I try to avoid.

I can see that, yes.

How long will he be out?

Oh, he'll be a little groggy
for three, maybe four hours.

I want a reliable M.P.
sitting right there

with a pad and a pencil
all the time.

-Just in case.
-Okay.

You people really know
a lot of secrets, don't you?

Yes, we do, but you didn't
hear that from me.

Stuff about the war
and the Commies

and what they do to women
that won't talk?

Yep.

-Now, where are these surgeons?
-Right this way, sir.

Lights out, soldier!

Stuff it, Major!

What the hell is that?

Oh, he's, uh,
pretending to be violent.

Great imitation.

I'll settle your hash
later, mister!

Okay, moving right along now.
Dealer's choice.

Five-card stud.

Sidney, what's the psychiatric
basis for gambling?

-Sex.
-Why?

I don't know.
They tell me to say it.

Sex is why we gamble.
Sex is why we drink.

-Sex is why we give birth.
-Thank you, Doctor.

I'm taking a five-dollar chip.
That was a house call.

Are you guys gonna play cards
or chew the fat?

If I wanna chew the fat,
I'll eat a sandwich.

-Henry, bet the bullet.
-Okay, I'll bet a buck.

Here they are.

Pierce. Mclntyre.

-Clear.
-You two are under arrest.

Whoa. Hold the phone.
I'm Colonel Blake here.

Nobody arrests them
without telling me the whys

and wherefores
or the reason thereofs.

They operated on a C.I.D. man
without another C.I.D. man
standing by.

C.I.D. MAN:
Captain Halloran.

Okay. Did you guys
really do that?

Henry,
the guy could have died.

PIERCE:
He was bleeding, Henry.

And Frank here
who studied medicine

under General Rommel
was too chicken to operate.

He was afraid that
under anesthesia

the lieutenant might give away
Harry Truman's hat size.

Were you in fact present
when Lt. Rogers
was given anesthesia?

Of course.

Just a minute. Colonel.

-Can these men be trusted?
-Well, certainly.

What about her?

She's my wife.

That's a very
interesting joke, Sam.

Thanks for
seeing me, Sidney.

Look, Captain. The lieutenant
went under like a doll.

The only thing he said under
anesthesia was, "Honey,
you're the greatest."

It was a textbook operation.
No complications.

He'll be up
and snooping in a week.

-Is that the full poop?
-And nothing but the poop.

I split a gut
getting down here.

Look, if it'll make
you feel any better,

the blues are five,
the reds are a dollar

and the whites
are 50 cents.

Deal me in.

It's amazing!

Anyone who comes in here
is instantly corrupted!

Hurry up, Frank.
The good ship Lollipop
is leaving.

Hey, up close
you're a guy.

Far away too.

-Uh, sir?
-ALL: Yes?

Colonel, sir?

Radar, I'm trying
to lose some money.

Sir, this is about
the man that I, uh...

Radar had a jeep accident.
He hit a local.

What happened, kid?

Uh, the guy's all right.
He's sitting up.

-I told you, Radar.
-Well, he says that if
I give him 50 bucks,

he won't report me
to the M.P.s.

Hey, Corporal,
is this a little guy
about five-foot nothing,

anywhere between
50 and 200 years old?

Yes, sir.

He looks like he fell
off a charm bracelet?

-Yes, sir.
-His name is Hwang?

Yes, that's what he said, sir.

You know who you
got here, Henry,
the famous Whiplash Hwang.

BOTH:
What?

He's the fall-down king
of Korea.

Professional accident victim.

He pretends to let
a jeep bang into him,

And then he gets
whatever he can for it.

-That's pathetic.
-Yeah, it is in a way.

He was a farmer
before the war,

and then he had to hit
the road, literally.

All right, come on.
Ten bucks a man ought to do it.

Hey, this is blackmail,
you know?

Maybe I ought to
run him in.

Maybe you will
on the way home.

Okay, the pot's right.

Here you go, Radar.

Oh, thank you, sir.
All you sirs.

Come on, Hawk. Deal.

These sandwiches for anybody?

Anybody with
a death wish.

Where were we?

-Whose bet is it?
-Ace, four bets.

Okay, you got it, one buck.

It's 2:30.
Should we set a time limit?

Okay, one week from today,
we deal once around to me.

That's gunfire.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

-Maybe there's an after-hours
war around here.

Radar, what's going on?

It's a patient, sir.
He blew his cork.

Sidney, front and center.

I'm not going out there
without a bulletproof couch.

Okay, the first thing
people do in a situation
like this is panic.

Well, I think I'm doing it
in the right order.

Let me go out there.
One shot and I'll stop him.

Hold it. Anything you put
in him, we have to take out.

One bullet.
That's all.

Okay, one bullet.
Just don't use the gun.

BURNS:
Make way, soldier!

That's Major Burns.
He's in the shower!

Pierce. Mclntyre.
Sidney. Come on.

I'm not going
back up to the line.
The noise is terrible.

Yes, I understand.
The noise can be very loud.

Shells have
a tendency to explode.

You've been up there.
You know.

Actually,
no one's ever asked me.

But I see almost
every war picture
that comes out.

I feel it's my duty.

Hey, you got
no clothes on.

Well, I like to take them
off when I have a shower.

-Put that gun down.
-Why do you wanna send me back?

Yo? Frank?

You alone in there?

Well, not exactly.

Uh, Private Carter's
in here with me.

I'm fully naked.
He has a gun.

You all right, Frank?

Sure. Fine.
Well, you know.

-You're a liar.
-Yes, I am.

I'd be lying
if I said I weren't.
Would you like my sponge?

SIDNEY: Private Carter,
this is Dr. Freedman.

I'm sick of doctors!

This one keeps saying he wants
me to go back to the front!

He's a good man,
one of the best
in the profession,

a terrific doctor
and a great human being.

Maybe we should call
Father Mulcahy.

He could give the truth
the last rites.

CARTER: The hell
he's a great human being.

Yes, the hell I am!

Carter, what's the problem?

He's the problem!

He keeps waving
the flag in my face!

Ten thousand doctors and
we had to get Betsy Ross.

Carter, if there's
a legitimate reason

for you not to go
back to the line,

I promise you won't go.

-I've heard that before!

BLAKE:
Ambulance!

-He's all right, Sidney.
-Yeah, I'm all right.

Yeah. Just take it very slow.
Take it very easy.

-Frank, are you all right?
-It's all over now.

Well, I must admit
I was scared silly...

until I, uh, got
the gun away from him.

You know...

I never saw him, honest.

Let's go, Whiplash.
You've had a busy day.

I never
saw him, honest.

BLAKE: Hey, guys,
let's pack it in.
What do you say?

TRAPPER:
Okay.

Same time
next week?

I thought this was
the same time next week.
Let's quit.

-I've had enough.
-Yeah, I've had it too.

-Who deals?
-Me, I guess.

Cut 'em, Sam.

Okay, five-card draw.
High, low.