All language subtitles for MASH.S05E01a.Bug.Out.Part.1.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-AJP69_track3_[eng]

Who's that on shovelnumber three?

-Salkowitz.
-Nice style.

He's a magician withlatrines and cesspools.

Salkowitz!

A little deeper on that end.

That's where Major Burns sits.

You know, this is my firstlatrine digging.

Really?

You oughta come
downtown more often.

Now this won't hurt a bit.

Sewing?

Uh, yeah, I losta button off my pants.

You devil.

Oh, hey, your cigars came.

-Oh, El Redondos.
-Are they good?

Havana cigars made in Newarkby Puerto Ricans.

Wow.

When you gonna light it?

Oh, that's about right.

4077 MASH,
Corporal O'Reilly--

Hey, Sparky, how you doin'?

How's things down at H.Q.?

Yeah? Yeah?

Oh, no, I won't
tell anybody, Sparky.

Okay, I'll be talking to ya.

What can't you tell anybody?

We're having
a practice bug-out.

Moving ten miles
down the road.

You mean tear down
all the tents and move?

Hey, Klinger,
don't tell anybody.

My lips are sealed.

-Major Burns.
-Hmm.

Don't say anything.

Don't tell me
not to say anything.

-I haven't said it yet.-What is it, Klinger?

It's a secret.

Well, then spit it out.

We're due for a bug-out.

Retreating?

How dare you spread
rumors we're retreating,

rumor-monger!

Would I "mong" you?

It's treason.

Anybody who would sayAmerica would retreat

is not army.

Who says I'm army?

I'm delicatessen.

And don't ever
spread rumors again.

Tittle-tattle will
lose the battle.

A slip of the lip
can sink a ship.

He's brighter
than I thought.

We know something
you don't know.

Major Houlihan
is a brunette?

-Garbage head.-Takes one to know one.

-May I join the conversation?
-Keep it short.

-Hi.
-That's short.

Guess what's happening.

Santa Clausis coming to town.

He is not!

And we spent all
that money on tinsel.

We're bugging out.Retreating.

A battalion of North Koreansis headed this way.

Frank, is this something
you've been dreaming,

or has the major been
talking in her sleep?

Another garbage head.

Two garbage heads
are better than one.

Wait a minute, when arewe supposed to bug out?

Any minute.
It's top secret.

We don't want
the enlisted personnel

to know we're retreating.

Why, aren't they invited?

♪ I love to go swimmin'

♪ With bowlegged women

♪ And swim between
their legs ♪

♪ Swim between their legs

Oh! Howdy, Padre.
Take it easy.

Water's cold as
a witch's thorax.

Well, I feela lot better.

You haven't even
turned on the water.

No, but you'rein such a good mood,

it just can't be true.

What can't be true?

That we're bugging out.

Bugging out?

What are you talking about?

Well, as I understand it,

an entire battalionof Chinese paratroopers

is supposed to drop in on uswithin a few hours.

Horse hockey!
Excuse me.

It's just another rumor.

Like last week,

the Radio City Rocketteswere supposed to play here.

What did we get?
An Italian sissy

who played "Valencia"
with his armpit.

-Incoming wounded, sir.-Get my pants.

-Underwear?
-I'll fake it.

Yes, sir.

Wounded come before
personal chafing.

Alice! Alice!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Oh, give hima break, Alice.

You're the first womanhe's seen in months.

-B.J.
-Yeah, Colonel?

-Take this hip.
-Right.

-Where you from, soldier?-Connecticut.

Connecticut.
Two N's.

Got it right in
a spelling bee once.

Won a wax pistol
full of grape juice.

Colonel, the guy back there.

Hell's bells.

-Pierce?
-Yo.

What is it, Colonel?

Shot in the back.
Can't move his legs.

Spinal cord injury.

Can we get a neurosurgeonfrom the 8063rd?

-No chance.-He needs a laminectomy.

You've just changed
specialities.

You always give methe cuties.

Well, I sure as hell ain'tgonna give this one to Alice.

Looks like shrapnel
in the spinal canal.

If I go in there,
we won't be able

to move that kid
for 24 hours.

Those bone fragmentscould lacerate the cord.

-So?
-The bug-out.

Chinese paratroopersand tanks coming,

-four divisions.
-Crock of beans!

You called me, Colonel?

No. I'm gonna scotch this,once and for all.

I'll call General Hamiltonat I-Corps.

-Oh, he's a big shot.
-He owes me.

I sent him a case
of Preparation H.

Anything forthe rear echelon.

Yeah, that's right.
General Hamilton.

Binky? Sherm.

Oh, the missus
is just fine.

She's stateside playing
bingo with the Catholics.

Last month, she won
some talcum powder

and a carton of Wings.

How's Marie?

Uh-huh.

You just tell her to soak
that thing every night

in warm boric
acid solution.

In the meantime, one
earring doesn't look bad

on a woman her age.

Bink, level with me.

We've got some scuttlebutt
goin' around.

Give it to me straight.

Are we supposed
to bug out?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

That straight, Bink?

Emmis?

We're stayin' put?

Good.

That's all
I wanted to know.

What?
Oh, you're welcome.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

Just don't sit
on anything cold.

Well, thanks, Bink.
You too, General.

-Radar!-There's no bug-out, sir.

I'll go down to surgery
to tell Hawkeye--

Go down to pre-opand tell Hawkeye

to get startedon that back surgery.

Moving, moving,on the double.

-Osteotomes.
-Ready, Doctor.

Give him some
more juice, B.J.

This is why you
get the big money.

I thoughtI'd given him enough.

-Well, don't think. Be sure.-I'm sorry.

All right, I'm sorry.I'm sorry. Let's go in.

-Retractors.
-Ready, Doctor.

-Whole blood?
-Plenty.

Okay, you guys,

time to beat your feeton the Mississippi mud.

Attention!

At ease,
smart alec-os.

This latrine was supposedto be dug last night.

Why, sir?We're buggin' out.

Colonel Potter called
General Hamilton.

We are not going to bug out.So get busy.

I'd like to start the holidayswith a fresh latrine.

Your lunch, sir.And Cho Man Chin is outside.

Cold Spam on dry bread?

The kitchen's all packed up
for the bug-out, sir.

Bug-out, my butt.And tell Cho Man Chin

I'm not interestedin aluminum siding.

I thought you were outside.

Was outside. Now inside.

Sir, should I bodily
remove him?

He'd bite your neckand give you the gleet.

Colonel go for laugh.
No get.

Radar, tell the mess sergeant

to get that kitchen
back in order.

We're not bugging out.

He'll punch my arm.

Wear your heavy sweater.

So, what are youselling, Cho?

Wristwatchesthat run backwards?

-Sold out.
-By the way,

those wild boar's tusksturned out to be plastic.

Oh, during wartime,you can't even trust animals.

Get to it.What's the poop?

Real estate.
First-class poop.

Real estate. Next,you'll sell me your mother.

Sold out.

You need property

'cause you moving.

We're not moving.

Word out, boss. You moving.

I've talked to
General Hamilton
at Headquarters.

We no move. We no mo--

My God, now I'm
talking like you.

Here you are, sir.

Seems to me I've seenthat Spam before.

But it's warm now.

Got the stove set up?

Kept it under my arm.

-Pass.
-Oh.

Maybe I should go over
to Rosie's Bar and Grill.

They have a hot rice dish.

-What's it called?
-Hot rice.

Look here, Colonel.
Section 24.

Ten acres with view
of drainage ditch.

This is the army.We don't buy land.

If we want it,we take it.

Colonel, sir, I'd like
to report malingering.

-Now what?-The men won't dig the latrine

because they think
we're bugging out.

That tears it!

-Radar, sound assembly.-I'll sound assembly.

-You gonna need that land.-Hey, you,

that watch you sold me
runs backwards.

Try other wrist.

Company! Ten-hut!

I can't standthat pimply voice.

At ease!

-You people--

-I'll get the phone.-Get the phone, Radar.

You people have been
panicking over a rumor

which says that the 4077this bugging out.

That is grade-A,
100% bull cookies!

You service people
should know by now

that scuttlebutt
is as common

as cooties in your skivvies.

My apologies to those among usof the feminine gland

and to our resident celibateFather Mulcahy.

Thank you, sir.

I have spoken personally

to General Hamilton
at Headquarters.

The general has assured me

there is nothing
to worry about.

MASH 4077 is definitely...

bugging out in three hours!

Bug out!

Wait a minute, uh...

Company, dismissed!

What do we got?

Multiple fractures,

dural laceration,and a hematoma.

Never doubt your X-ray
or your hairdresser.

-Hawkeye!
-Mask!

It's true.

We're bugging out
in three hours.

Oh, my God,we can't stop now.

If the worst can happen,it will.

Pierce's theoryof medicine.

Everybody's supposed
to start packing.

Too bad this kid didn'tcome with a zipper.

-Clamp.
-Clamp.

Kelsey, save those tent stakes.We'll need 'em later.

-You sent for me, sir?
-Where you been?

Well, when you
sent for me,

I thought you
were kidding, sir.

I don't kid, Skeezix.

I called you to put youin charge of this bug-out.

-Me?
-No choice.

-You're second in command.-Hot diggity dog!

I'm goin' up in the chopperto scout a new location.

You ever bugged out before?

Oh, no, sir,not intentionally.

Is this a drill, Colonel?

No, it's the real McCoy.

Now, keep an eye
on the patients.

Sometimes we lose 'em
on these moves.

A human life is more importantthan a kitchen stove.

Don't recite, listen.
Load in this order:

1, pharmacy. 2, lab.
3, X-ray. 4, pre-op.

5, O.R., following
the last stitch.

6, H.Q. 7, Mess Tent.

-8, post-op.
-1, pharmacy--

-Saddle up!
-Yes, sir!

Golly. The enemyreally is coming.

They ain't playing
Mahjongg.

-Get with it, Burns.
-Yes, sir.

Kelsey, forgetthose tent stakes.

We'll make new ones!

Why didn't I shoot my footand stay in Honolulu?

HAWKEYE: More suction.

MARGARET:Yeah, right, right.

-B.J.: Oozing?
-Yeah, quite a bit.

Margaret,
retract that some more

and get the field dry,
will ya?

Blood pressure's90 over 60.

When it gets
to 100, sell.

-More blood.
-Right.

Can't they wait?

Looks like the army
forgot to pay the rent.

Tell 'em the check'sin the mail.

Sounds like the check
just bounced.

Sounds like it blew up.

Why does the war
have to be so noisy?

That's so you can find itwhen the lights go out.

If I get slivers,I'll have your stripes.

I'm a private.

Don't pull rank on me!

Bring it back,bring it back.

Straight back,
straight back,

straight back,
straight back.

Left turn, left turn.

Let's get that firsttable up in there.

All right, you guys,grab a hold of this table

and get-- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Can't you idiots watchwhere you're going?

-Major Burns?
-What?

That's not open for business.

Well, we've relievedthe pressure.

There's nothingmore we can do.

Will we be able totransfer him out of here?

No, not for a while.

There's too muchrisk of paralysis.

The Chinese are
knocking at the door.

I don't care who it is.He can't have visitors.

♪ You go home and pack your panties ♪

♪ I'll go home and pack my scanties ♪

♪ And away we'll go
oh-oh-oh ♪

This tent should
have been collapsed
half an hour ago.

Just getting my gearready for the truck, sir.

-You call this gear?-Please, sir. My brocade.

It's from theSpiegel catalog.

I always say buy American.

It's from Chicago.

Oh, sure, like Polish ham.

These are not official gear,

and they'll not betransported on a vehicle

of the United States Army.

I will never give upthe Klinger collection.

Come on, Pokey. Keep up now.

-Cease!
-Whoa!

It's okay, Snuffy.

It's just Major Burns.

Where are you going
with these rodents?

I'll handle it.I'm just gonna put 'em

-on the truck, sir.
-Negative.

Don't get upset.

Just eat your carrot slowly.

Non-experimental rodents

are neither military
nor medical,

and they will
not be transported

on a government vehicle.

These are my friends, sir.

Soldier, there are
no friends in wartime.

How are they supposedto get to the new MASH?

Well, the guinea pigs canwalk. The rabbit can hop.

And the goat can dowhatever it is goats do.

Major Burns, haven't youever had a pet of your own?

Just a canary.
Never sang a note,
and it bit me.

Maybe you didn't
talk to it right.

Are you telling a doctorhow to talk to a bird?

Major, I can't leave 'em here.They might get killed!

Well, if you start to cry,I'll give you a good slap.

Breakfast of champions.

Hawk, I'm staying
here with you.

-But don't get me wrong.-No, no, no.

You gotta go ahead
and set up the new O.R.

I gotta stay here
and watch the kid.

Yeah, well, while you're at it,watch yourself, will ya?

This place is gonnabe under new management.

Well, somebody's gotta
hand over the key.

Clap hands.
Here comes Charlie.

Nice talking to you,
Frank.

Well, what do you thinkyou're doing, Hunnicutt?

Frank, your nostrilsare flaring.

Well, they have
a right to flare.
I'm in charge.

That disgusting still
is not coming

to the new location.It's not military equipment.

It's all military equipment.

The heating coilis from an ammo truck,

the funnel is fromthe generator shed,

and the filter's madewith shredded skivvies.

Alkie. You'd tear up your
underwear for a drink.

I would not.They're yours.

As a unit, that still
is non-military

and will not be transportedby a government vehicle.

Oh, yeah? Well, whatabout your junk, Frank?

-Let's see what you're taking.-Now, hands off!

-Frank.
-It's a gift...

for a fellow officer.

It's not
Colonel Potter's size.

You knowwho it's for, snip.

Military?
A hari-kari dagger?

Well, it's brand-new.Never been used.

Do us a favor, Frank,
break it in.

I couldn't agree more.

Doc, I hate to say
what I have to say.

-Who told you to say it?-Major Burns.

Then I'm gonna hate to hearwhat you have to say.

He wants your chair
on the truck.

Uh, you tell him if
he takes this chair,

my tuchus will
attack him barehanded.

Your what?

The permanent
vertical smile.

Famed in song and story.

Doc, I never evengraduated high school.

Tell him to forget it.

Oh, okay.

What's his problem?

He wanted to remove my
rest and recreation area.

How's the boy doing?

Slight movement
in the toes.

Oh, good.

Yeah, I think we
may be all right.

Listen, son, don't
stay here too long.

Well, he needs
24 hours, Colonel.

I know, but if you
see a cloud of dust

coming down the road
and you start hearing

Chinese band music,get this kid on a chopper

and get your butt
out of here.

We'll be all right.

Don't forget,

my wife is lookingforward to meeting you.

Where are we?

Due West of Chin Cong.

Now, this is no good.No access road.

Go west toward Chuk Shan.

I'm starvin'.

I'd even settle for one ofRadar's armpit sandwiches.

There's a good area.

Road, building.

PILOT:
It's taken a few shells,

but it looks
in good shape.

I'll clear it with I-Corps.

Let's go home.