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[marching band playing]

[male announcer] Gomer Pyle - USMC.

Starring Jim Nabors as Gomer Pyle.

Also starring Frank
Sutton as Sergeant Carter.

Platoon 38D, on the road.
Move it, on the double.

Move it, move it!

Only rifles and belts,
Gomer, no bunks.

Attention!

Ten-hut!

Good.

You move very good,
for a bunch of old ladies!

After ten weeks,
after ten long weeks,

don't you people know
how to move on the double?

- Well, don't you?
- [all] Yes, sir!

Then, why don't you, huh?
Why don't you?

Excuse me, sir, but I was--

Pyle, you are a
pea-brained knucklehead.

On top of that, you're a
late pea-brained knucklehead.

- I was just gonna say--
- Don't talk!

- I just said--
- Don't talk!

Yes, sir.

See, it was my belt.
It got caught onto--

Bunk.

Don't move that mouth.

I want no moving of that mouth,
no sound coming from within it

or without, and/or no
combination of the same!

Or I will have you doing push-ups
into the middle of next week!

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir, that's very clear.

- That's as clear as--
- Attention!

Inspection!

I just love this part.

This piece is filthy.
You hear me, boy?

- Filthy, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty!
- Yes, sir!

There is no place in the Marines
for dirty people.

You hear me?

There is no place in the Marines
for dirty people

with dirty rifles!

You are dirty people,
and I don't like you.

You hear me?

[all] Yes, sir!

Do you like me?

[all] Yes, sir!

Well, I don't like you!

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

Another dirty person!

You have a dirty rifle, dirty person.
You know that?

- But sir, I--
- Get it cleaned!

Yes, sir.

Knock off that smile.
tighten up that face.

I wanna see them lips white.
I wanna see 'em tight.

Get a mean look
on your face, boy.

Mean, mean!

I don't like you, boy. You hear me?

I don't like you!

You like me?

Yes, sir.

And sir, Sorry I ain't
just saying that neither. I really do.

Huh?

I really truly like you.

You do not.

You do not like me.

Let's you and me have
a mutual admiration society.

I don't like you,
you don't like me!

- Sir?
- Knock it off!

Now, you people listen up.

You are one week
away from graduation.

In one week, you are supposed
to become basic Marines.

And I am here to tell you
that I do not think you are ready.

And why?

Because you are slow,
and you are dirty.

Dirty and slow!

Well, we have one week to fix all that.

Every day between now and graduation,

I'm gonna stay on you people
until you are squared away.

Is that clear?

[all] Yes, sir!

And why?

Because you are--

[all] Dirty, sir!

Dirty, dirty, dirty!

[all] Dirty, dirty, dirty, sir!

Remember that.

Especially you!

Yes, sir.

Sir, and I like you. I really do.

You people were supposed
to know your general orders

your first week in boot camp.

Well, now it's ten weeks later,
and let's just see.

Slater, what's your
sixth general order.

Sir, my sixth general
order is to receive, obey,

and pass on to the center
who relieves me all orders,

and commanding officer,
field officer of the day,

officer of the day,
and officers and non-commissioned

officers of the guard only.

Lucky guess.

Peters, number eight.

Sir, the eighth general
order is to give the alarm

in case of fire disorder.

Hm.

Pyle, number 11.

Sir, 11th general order is
to be especially watchful at night

and during the hours for challenging
to challenge all persons

on or near my post,
and to let nobody

pass without proper authority.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. All wrong.

Not "nobody." You said "nobody."

It's "no one," "no one."

"And to allow no one to pass."
You got that, Pyle?

"To allow no one to pass!"

And you call yourself
ready for graduation.

Pyle, I don't like people
who don't know their general orders.

You hear?

Yes, sir.

And I don't blame you, sir.
But I like you.

He means it. He likes me.

I still can't believe
he really likes you.

He likes me.

That's too bad, Vince.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I rip him apart,
and he comes up smiling.

The knucklehead likes me.

A boot should hate his DI,
isn't that right?

He should despise him,
isn't that right?

Oh yeah, hate and despise.
Hate and despise!

I'll never forget my DI.

Ironface Torkin.

He was the meanest
human being that ever lived.

I hated him so much,
I used to lie awake nights

dreaming up ways to get even.

I was gonna find a dishonored surgeon.

You know, some doctor that
had been disbarred for drinking.

We'd chloroform Ironface.

And the doctor would
sew up his mouth.

Ironface Torkin.

He was mean, and rotten, and cruel.

Nothing but a dictator and a beast!

He was the greatest
DI that ever lived.

Maybe you're not
on this boot enough, Carter.

I lean on him every chance I get.

Yeah, but you gotta pound on him
24 hours a day, if you can.

No let up.

You know, I had a boot
started out like that once.

His father was a minister,
and he picked me to love.

Well, I made him my house mouse.

Made him keep my
quarters spotless.

Kept him under my
heel every minute.

I taught him.

I cured him but good!

When he graduated,
he was the perfect Marine.

Hated my guts.

There's an idea.

Why don't I make Pyle
my house mouse?

Sure.

I'll make Pyle hate me
if it's the last thing I do.

I'll teach that boot
to fool around with tradition!

Boy, wait till that poor boot finds out

he's gonna be my house mouse.

Your house mouse?

Gosh, sir, what a wonderful honor.

I sure do appreciate it, sir.

It ain't an honor. You hear me?

Well, it may not be
to you, but it is to me.

It ain't every day a feller
gets to help out another feller

for which the first feller has
so much admiration.

Well, maybe you won't
like it so much

when I tell you what you gotta do.

Oh, I'm sure I will, sir.

First, the deck.

First the deck.

Never mind repeating.

Never mind repeating.

No repeating. Right, sir.

I want this deck scrubbed,
bleached, and waxed.

Done and done, sir.

But I mean "clean."

If there's one spot, you're gonna
have to do it all over again.

You hear that?
One spot, and you do it all over.

That's as it should be, sir.
Perfect is as perfect does.

- One spot, and I'll do it all over again.
- I said no repeating!

Now my bunk.

My bunk is to be changed,
the blankets aired,

and the linens replaced.

And if there is one wrinkle
in one blanket or sheet,

you're gonna have
to do it all over again!

Oh, my, do you hate that too?

I just can't stand
a wrinkle in my sheet.

It's a throwback, is what it is.

When I was a boy, I had
these sheets made out

of flour sacks sewed together.

And them seamed ridges
nearly drove me berserk,

so I know what you mean.

Who told you
you could gab on and on?

I wasn't repeating, sir.
It was all new stuff.

I'll say it again.

One wrinkle, and you
do the whole bunk over.

Now my shoes.
Cleaned and polished.

With the respect due
a fine piece of leather.

Aye, sir.

And the windows.
I want them to glisten.

So's you can see from the outside in
and the inside out. Right.

Again, if there is one speck,
one tiny, little speck,

you're gonna have
to do it all over again.

All over! You hear?

I hear.

And the ledges and the shelves.
I want 'em dusted.

And when I say dusted,
I don't mean just run over quickly.

I mean dusted!

You know what's gonna happen
if I find one speck of dust?

I'm gonna have
to do it all over again.

All over!

You aren't fooling me
with that stupid act you're putting on!

What I'm doing to you
burns you up, doesn't it?

No, it don't, sir.

Oh, come on, Pyle, admit it.
You don't like me.

You think it's rotten of me
to give you all this extra work.

No, I don't, sir. I like you.
I like you very much.

You say you do,
but you really don't, do you?

You couldn't like me
after all I'm doing to you.

You're wrong, sir. I do like you.

Why?

It's easy. Look at you.

You're paying more attention
to me than you are too anybody.

Oh, I like you, sir. Honest.

Get to work!

Well, Pyle, you ready for inspection?

Your house is all mouse, sir.

Uh-huh.

Let's see.

Uh-huh.

It's filthy.

Huh?

Look at that you, dirty person.

I hardly see a thing.

Filth! What's the matter with you, Pyle?

Are you blind?
You got poor eyesight?

Oh no. As a matter of fact,
the doctor that examined me

said I had the sharpest
pair of eyes he'd seen.

I want you to get that
scrub brush and get busy.

I once hit a chickenhawk
with a rock at 20 yards.

Pyle.

Nobody ever heard of it, though,
'cause there weren't no witnesses.

- Pyle!
- Excepting the hawk.

And he was as stunned,
he didn't remember nothing.

Knock it off!

Yes, sir.

You know something, Pyle?

Sir?

You're not only dirty, you are filthy!

- Thank you, sir.
- What are you thanking me for?

Well, it ain't every day you get
a straightforward, honest opinion.

Seems like every time I turn around,
I'm thanking you for improving my life.

Sir, you're a friend
to have for sure.

I'll get started right away
and do it all over again.

I'm losing it, Whip.

You know that?

- Come on.
- No, it's true.

I can't do anything wrong.

He likes me.

He likes me.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Did you try humiliating Pyle
in front of his peers?

His peers?

[Whipple] The other guys

They're peers?

Yeah, it means the other
fellas in the platoon.

I never heard 'em called "peers."

It's a fella's equals.

Like-- like I'm your peer.

Hey, that's great.

Believe me, Vince.

Humiliate him in front
of his own platoon.

Especially if he doesn't deserve it.

His peers.

Right. And he'll come around.

He'll hate your guts.

One thing these boots
can't stand is injustice.

I'm desperate.

I'll try anything.

I can't graduate a boot who likes me.

And he likes me.

The dirty peer.

Hey, your stuff looks great, kid.

- Beautiful.
- Thanks.

Man, you sure can shine stuff.

You really got the magic touch.

Ten-hut!

Uh-huh.

Good, good.

Well, that's very good.

Very good. Uh-huh.

You call yourself
ready for graduation?

You call yourself a basic Marine?

Ten weeks ago, you came to me
a lump, plain, nothing lump!

I worked with you.
I gave you special attention.

And you know something?
You're still a lump!

This inspection is a disgrace.
I ain't learned you a thing.

You ain't fit to be in the same platoon
with these other peers.

You other peers listen to this!

This person is not fit to graduate.

He is a sloppy peer!

Do it right!

Pick 'em up, and do it right!

You hate me for doing that,
don't you? You just hate me.

Tell the truth.

Oh no, sir.

It was nice of you to point
out my failings to me.

Only a friend'd do that.
Thank you, sir. I like you for that.

In all my years of
being a psychiatrist,

I never heard anything like this.

Now, let me get this straight, Sergeant.

You're upset because a boot likes you?

That's right, sir.

Well, this is something new.

Most people have problems
because they aren't loved.

Sir, if a DI ain't hated, he ain't a DI.

That's what's got me so worried.
This recruit likes me.

Tell me something
about yourself, Sergeant.

Sir?

Well, I mean, what was your life like
before you became a Marine?

When you were a youngster,
a little fellow?

Sir, I don't know--

I mean, what kind of
an atmosphere was there?

Well, there was a lot of hollering.

[doctor] Hollering?

I used to holler at my sister a lot.

And my father used to holler at me
for hollering at my sister.

You might say I was
brought up on hollering.

Well, what about your mother?

She had to holler at my father.

Well, how was she with you?

Was she nice?

Yeah, I guess.

Was she affectionate?

Well, sure.

Did she have any
pet names for you?

Well, Sergeant?
Did she have a nickname for you?

Well, did she?

Sir, I don't see what
this has got to do with--

Sergeant, did your mother
have a nickname for you?

Yes, sir.

Well, what was it?

What was the name
your mother used for you?

Num-num.

Num-num?

Yes, sir.

It was a word I used
for candy and gum.

She used to call me that.

Num-num.

Your father too?

Well, then, in spite of
the hollering around the house,

there was a more or less
friendly atmosphere.

I guess.

Of course, this is just
an off-the-cuff diagnosis.

After all, you're not under treatment.

I don't know you too well,
but would you like to know

what I think, just generally speaking?

Yes, sir.

Carter, underneath all that bluster,
there is still the nice, friendly boy

from a more or less nice,
friendly atmosphere.

And Gomer Pyle has gotten through.

He has reached Num-num.

You see, what you have
in this Gomer Pyle

is a childlike individual,
who can see through anger

and ranting and raving.

He will not be shaken
by your attacks,

because he knows that,
underneath it all,

there is Num-num.

That's terrible.

[doctor] Why?

Well, if he can do it,
another recruit can do it,

and I'm washed up as a DI.

I can yell at 'em all day long,
and behind my back

they'll say "There goes Num-num.

Boy, do I like him.
Hello, Num-num, sir."

I'll tell you what I would suggest.

I'd put in for a transfer,
if I were you, Sergeant.

Give up drill instructing for a while.

Go to another camp,
just be a regular sergeant.

Then when you feel that
your confidence has been restored,

you can always come back to being a DI.

You see, your facade of meanness
has been penetrated, so to speak.

What's a facade?

Well, it's--

Anything like a peer?

No, no.

A facade is just a disguise.

Yes, you-- you put in for that transfer.

I'll endorse it, and you
should have no trouble.

Yes, sir. It's a terrible thing,
to be loved.

Hold still, Gomer.

Graduation, Shazam!

There you go.

Boy, it sure happened fast,
didn't it, fellers?

Yeah, it only seemed like a century.

Hey, I've got a great idea, fellers.

Let's make a pact right now,
that we meet right here

at this camp ten years from today
and have a reunion

with a cake and everything.
How about that?

- Yeah, sounds good.
- Where will we meet?

Hey, what about the cigar
store across the main gate?

Hey, that's a great idea.
But what time?

How about ten years
from this Friday, 8:00?

Then it's a date.

Boy, this is gonna be nice,
so we won't lose touch with one another.

I'll get my hat and go
tell Sergeant Carter.

Whoa, back up, buddy.

Who needs him?

You mean, you don't want
Sergeant Carter there,

the man that practically
raised us all together?

You don't wanna see him again?

Well, we don't mind
seeing him again, Gomer.

It's just that ten years is a little soon.

Hardly.

Now, 30 or 40 years? Okay.

Platoon 37D, dismissed.

[all] Aye, aye, sir!

Platoon 38D, dismissed!

[all] Aye, aye, sir!

Hey, Whip, so long.

I'm gonna miss you almost as much
as I'm gonna miss Gomer Pyle.

Well, it won't be the same
without you around here, Vince.

It's gonna be nice and quiet.

- Hey, take it easy, kid.
- Be a good boy.

- Hey, Sergeant Carter, sir?
- Huh?

I looked for you right after graduation.
Where'd you disappear to?

Well, I got a lot of packing to do.

Sir, we won't be seeing
each other anymore after today.

And I was just wondering when and where
we could get together again.

Well, that's hard to say.
You see, Pyle, I put in for a transfer.

You did?

Yeah, so I can't
tell you when or where

we can get together again.

Shoot, just tell me
where you're gonna be,

- and I'll look for you.
- No, Pyle. You don't understand.

You're going to Parris Island
for your infantry training.

That's in South Carolina.

And I'm going to Camp Henderson.

That's in California.

We'll be thousands of miles apart!

Heck, it's a shame we both
can't go to the same camp.

Yeah, it's a real shame.
Well, so long, Pyle.

Hey, Sergeant.
Let's write to each other, hear?

Yeah, yeah. We'll write. Goodbye.

Hey, I did wanna tell you
about the reunion

our platoon's gonna have
ten years from now.

Oh yeah?

Good, good.
Well, goodbye, Pyle.

It won't be a reunion
if you ain't there.

So remember. It's ten years
from this Friday in the cigar store

opposite the main gate.

The cigar store. I'll remember.

- Goodbye, Pyle.
- Sir, sir.

It's ten years from this Friday at 8:00.

Oh.

Sergeant, your men
have just arrived.

- Yeah? What do they look like?
- Meh.

Well, they can't be any worse
than the bunch of meatheads

I had in boot camp.

One in particular.
Come on, let's take a look.

Fall in!

All right, you men
are no longer boots.

You are now basic Marines.

You will now begin
your advanced infantry training.

I will be your troop leader.

My name is Sergeant Carter.

Now the first--

Hey, Sergeant, sir.

Surprise.

Pyle, what are you--

What are all of these men doing?

Surprise, surprise, surprise.

- What?
- Well, here's what happened.

You know you said that they was gonna
send us all to Parris Island?

Well, they didn't do no such thing.

At the last minute,
they changed their minds,

and they sent us here to Camp Henderson,
where you said you was gonna be sent.

I didn't wanna tell you on account
I didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

And I sure am glad I didn't,
'cause it is a surprise,

ain't it, Sergeant?

You sure look surprised.

All right, you men.

You were sent here,
and I was sent here.

Okay. I'm gonna work you and work you.

You think it's gonna be easy
just because you're out of boot camp?

Well, it ain't!

And Pyle, I don't know
what you think you see

when you look real close,
but I will tell you,

I am still a sergeant,
hard and tough.

It ain't just a-- a facade.

It ain't a facade!

You think it's a facade?
No, it's me through and through!

Is that clear?
Is that very clear?

Yes, sir.

- Sir?
- Huh?

Are you gonna ask me what
you always did at boot camp?

- What?
- You know.

About do I like you?

'Cause the answer is yes.

I really do.

I like you very much.

I really do, Sergeant.