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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]

At ease.

I called you platoon leaders here
because I need your full cooperation.

I've just been informed
that a very close friend of mine

will be coming out from Washington at
the end of this week on official business.

And, well, considering how
many years we served together

in the same outfit
before he went civilian,

I'd like your suggestions as to how
to make his welcome an extra special one.

Well, sir, I think--

Colonel, I think the first thing
we ought to do

is to paint the huts top to bottom
right down the company line.

It would smarten up the area considerably.

And, since it's one
of our coming projects,

why not do it right now?

Yes. An excellent idea, Hacker.

- Well, sir, I think--
- And another thing, sir.

Knowing how the Colonel
probably has a big inspection in mind,

I think we ought to paint
the inside of each and every barracks.

Get 'em looking real sharp.

Good, Hacker. Very good.

I think maybe we ought to--

Another thing, sir, last but not least,

I suggest that we GI
all the floors with steel wool.

Get 'em nice and white,
just like they was new!

Another good idea, Hacker.
You're right on the ball.

Sergeant Carter,
you wanted to add something?

Not anymore, sir.

Well, then, tomorrow morning,
I'll expect each of you men

to take Sergeant Hacker's
suggestions to heart

and start getting your respective areas
in tip-top shape. Is that clear?

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Good. That'll be all. Dismissed.

You really know how to butter the brass,
don't you, Hacker?

What are you talking about, Vince?

You know darn well what I'm talking about.

Flapping your jaw in there
like there was nobody else around.

Why don't you let somebody else a word in?

Now, can I help it if I think fast
on my feet, and you're slow?

You was hogging the floor is all.
Just hogging it.

Oh, there was one other thing.

Do either of you have any ideas
in the way of some sort of welcoming sign?

- Nothing elaborate.
- Well, I was--

We can build a wooden framework

in the shape of
an archway, and decorate it, sir.

Yes. Maybe so.

Very good, Hacker. Very good.

You see, Vince?

You're just slow, that's all.

You don't think fast on your feet.

[mysterious music plays]

[Carter] All right,
you see them buckets of paint?

Now, I want you to get
busy and paint them barracks

as fast as your little hands will go.

And I want it looking
good, too. Any questions?

- Sergeant?
- [Carter] I might have known.

Let me guess, Pyle. You don't know
which end of the brush to use, right?

No, Sergeant.

You don't like the color. It's too drab.
Or maybe you had in mind wallpaper.

No, Sergeant. I like it just fine.

I just wondered if this is a special kind
of paint that dries fast.

- Huh?
- On account,

if it's not, it's going
to streak something awful.

Pyle, what are you talking about?

How is it going to streak?

From the rain, Sergeant. From the rain.

Rain? From what rain?

Oh, it's going to rain today, Sergeant.
It's going to rain like everything.

From where? The sun?
It's going to rain from the sun?

All I know, Sergeant, it's going to rain.
You can take my word for it.

Oh, really, Pyle? You're positive, huh?

Yes, sir. But I can check it again. May I?

Oh, yes. Maybe you ought to do that.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Yep. It's going to rain.

What was that?

That's how I tell if it's going to rain.

What are you, some kind of nut?

- No, Sergeant. You see, I was--
- Okay, knock it off!

Now that we've had our little laugh
for the day, we got some work to do.

Let's get with it!

Okay, you guys,
grab a bucket and a brush, and let's go!

On the double! Come on!

All right! Move, move, move, move, move!
Move, move! Let's go.

I sure hope it don't
streak too badly, Sergeant.

Pyle, I'm warning you.
If you don't get busy and grab a brush

Yes, sir. That's what you want,
that's just what I'll do,

even if it is going to rain.

He's putting me on, that's what
he's doing. He's putting me on.

Sure is weird.

How do you think he is with earthquakes?

You think he can do floods? Volcanoes?

[thunder rumbling]

What was that?

Sounded like thunder.

You sure? You sure there isn't
artillery practice today?

No. It sounded like

[thunder, lightning]

Vince, it's raining.

Get them inside!

All right, you guys, inside!
Come on! Let's go!

Move! Move! Everybody inside!

I told you, Sergeant! I told you!
Didn't I tell you it was going to rain?

Get inside! Come on!
Move, move, move, move, move!

Hey, Vince!

What do you want, Hacker?

You mean to tell me you were
going to paint outside today?

- Didn't you know it was going to rain?
- No, I didn't. Okay?

I thought you'd be smart enough
to have your guys working inside.

That's where my men are inside.

I tell you what, though.

All you got to do is keep repeating,

"Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day."

All right, let's get this outdoor paint
over to supply and get the indoor stuff!

Well, come on! Let's
move, move, move, move!

Come on! Let's go! Move it, move it,
move it! Move it, move it, move it!

I know! You told me! You told me! Out!

All right. Now, thanks to
Supply being closed for inventory,

we lost a little ground to
the other platoons yesterday,

but we're going to make up for it today.

We're going to make up for it in spades!

Now, you may have noticed
that Sergeant Hacker and the others

have their boys painting
outside, but not us.

We're going to be working inside today.

You think we're going to
get more rain, huh, Sarge?

I don't think, Slater. I know.

I got the official US Weather forecast
hot off the teletype at headquarters.

- Excuse me, Sergeant.
- Later, Pyle.

- But, Sergeant
- I said later, Pyle!

Like in two or three years, huh?

Now, as I was saying before
I was so stupidly interrupted,

about the weather forecast:

"Cloudy with light drizzle in the morning
followed by heavy rains in the afternoon."

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

What was that, Pyle?

Nothing, Sergeant. Nothing at all.

No, no, no! Let's hear it, Pyle.

Let's hear it from the nitwit corner.

Well, Sergeant, it's going to be nice
and sunny today. Nice and sunny.

Pyle, it thought I read
this forecast loud and clear.

Yes. I heard.

And I hate to contradict you, Sergeant,
but it's not going to rain today.

Fact is, it's going to be as bright
and sunshiny a day as a man could ask for.

Really?

I guess it's all right
to paint inside if you want to,

but I think it's a shame
not to take advantage

of such a nice and sunny day.

Listen, Pyle,
just because you guessed right

about the weather once
don't make you an expert.

Now, get busy and grab
a brush! You hear me?

Yes, sir. I won't say another word.
You won't hear another peep out of me.

Move it, move it, move it!

And that goes for all of you!

Come on! Let's clear the decks!
Fast and neat! Fast and neat!

All right, everybody works!
Everybody paints!

Yep. It's going to be
fair and clear today.

Wow! What a day!

Are you going to start up now, too?

Hey, Vince!

Don't tell me you got
your bunch working inside

on a beautiful day like this!

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

You lost some ground yesterday
trying to paint outside in the rain.

Well, now, you hurry up and finish
in there, Vincent. You hear? [laughs]

At the risk of losing my head, Vince,

it doesn't look much like
it's going to rain, does it?

Just like Pyle said.

- Couldn't we get the guys outside?
- No, we can't!

I've already requisitioned
the indoor paint for today.

We can't get the outdoor stuff now.

Besides, did you read
the forecast for today?

It says it's going to rain.

So why do I have--

[thunder rumbling]

Wait a minute.

You hear that?

That's thunder! It's thunder!

It's not thunder?

They're having artillery practice today.

Here it is, Vince. Today's
official forecast, hot off the press.

Just what I was waiting for.

Fair and clear. Yeah, now,
that's what I call a forecast!

You mean you still trust them after
the way they fouled you up yesterday, huh?

Look, even the Weather Bureau
can make a mistake once in a while.

So they blew it yesterday,
but they got to be right today.

I have to admit it's a beautiful day out.

Right. And we'd better take advantage
of it, too, if we ever want to catch up.

Now, here's what I want.

I want every living, breathing
body outside and painting

by 0800 hours.

- Right, Vince.
- And no sick call, you hear? No sick call.

I want everybody out. Every last man!

Sergeant?

What do you want?

Well, I know it's none of my business,

but I was just wondering where
you're planning to paint today.

None of your business?

Pyle, it's all of your business.

All day, it's going to
be all of your business,

from 0800 to ad infinitum if that's what
it takes to get them barracks painted.

You mean you're going to paint outside?

Bingo! Give that man a silver paintbrush.

Look at this, Pyle.
The official forecast: fair and clear.

A whole day of good weather.

Golly, Sergeant. I don't know about that.

Oh, forgive me.

I forgot you got that voodoo
business going for you

where you can tell the weather.

What do you think it's going to do? Snow?

No, Sergeant.

Oh. Maybe it's going to sleet.
Is that it? It's going to sleet?

Not that neither.

Let's see. What did I leave out?
Cyclone? Tornado? Hurricane?

I got it. Monsoon!

It's going to monsoon!

No, Sergeant. None of those.

You did leave out one though.

Yeah? Which one?

Hail. It's going to hail
like the very dickens.

Hail? Pyle, is that what you said?

That's right. Hail.

Okay, Pyle, what's the gag?

There's no gag, Sergeant.

It's just that that weather report
of yours

is wrong, wrong, wrong.
It's going to hail.

Ten-hut!

As you were. Just making the rounds
to see how we're progressing. That's all.

Fine, sir. Fine.

I notice your area seems
a little behind the others, Sergeant.

Any reason?

Oh, well, we got a little held up
by the weather the other day, sir,

but since it's clear today,
we're hitting the outside.

Good. Good.

At least that's what the forecast says.

Let's just hope it doesn't hail. [laughs]

- Hail?
- Yes, sir.

Private Pyle here was just telling me
that he has some other ideas

about what the weather
is going to do today.

Pyle, maybe you'd like to tell the colonel
your own private forecast, huh?

W-Well, sir, uh the fact is,
it's it's not going to be fair today.

No? What is it going to be?

Well, sir, it's going to hail.

- Hail?
- That's right. Hail.

That's a pretty extraordinary
prediction, Private.

How did you ever arrive at that?

Well, sir, I just have this sure way
of knowing when it's going to

[hail dropping]

- What was that?
- I don't know, sir.

Maybe somebody's throwing stones.

Look, Sergeant. It's hailing!

It's hail! Like I said!

'Course, they're not very big.

You should see the hail
we get back home, Sergeant.

Big as eggs, some of them! Big as eggs!

Not that these ain't
just as pretty to look at.

Oh, it's a sight! Just like a whole sky
full of pure white marbles, huh, Sergeant?

Talk about freakish things!

What? Pyle or the hail?

Both.

Yeah. The guy says it's going to rain
and it rains, that's one thing.

But when a guys says it's going to hail?

That's forecasting.

What do you think it is?
Do you think he's got a sixth sense?

Aw, he hasn't got any sense.

Well, don't you see?

Pyle is a country boy
and, like all country boys,

he can tell the weather.

He can't do much else,
but he can tell the weather.

Maybe so.

Yeah. Too bad I didn't
become a believer sooner.

Huh? If I had listened
to him a few days ago,

I could be ahead of the game,

and a little bit of
a hero with the colonel.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

And he wouldn't be coming around here

asking me why my
area is behind the others.

I'd be ahead of the others.

And why? Because I would have known
where to paint because of Pyle.

- You mean now you'll listen?
- Oh, I'll listen.

A man says it's going
to hail, and it hails,

I'm going to listen.

I'm going to look, I'm going to watch,
I'm going to take care of that man

because he could be valuable.

[sneezing]

Pyle?

Oh, hey, Sergeant.

- Pyle, you coming down with something?
- I don't know, Sergeant, I hope not.

- When did you start the sneezing?
- Well, it just started last night.

It came on kind of sudden like.

Look, Pyle, maybe you'd
better get over to sick bay

and have them take a look at you.

Oh, it's nothing, Sergeant,
it's probably just a

Go on, get on over there.

They can maybe kill it
before it gets any worse.

Really, Sergeant,
it's not necessary, it's just

Pyle, get over to sick bay
and now, that's an order.

Right, Sergeant.

I got to keep him in good shape.

After all, I don't want nothing to happen
to my prize weather forecaster.

- Sergeant Carter.
- Yeah?

Orders from the colonel, Sergeant.

He wants to see all platoon leaders
in his office right away.

I think it's about a change of plans
for the outdoor reception tomorrow,

now that the revised
weather forecast calls for rain.

- More rain tomorrow?
- All day according to the reports.

- What report?
- The US Official Weather Forecast.

Hey, Sergeant.

Oh, that forecast.

Okay, thanks a lot, Corporal.
I'll be right over.

I went over to sick bay
like you suggested.

- And guess what?
- Listen, I'm glad you're back, Pyle.

- But you got to tell me something.
- About what happened at sick bay?

No. I got something
very important to ask you.

Listen, what's it going to do tomorrow?

Huh?

Uh, is it gonna rain or what?

Well, to tell you the truth, Sergeant,
I haven't even taking a reading yet.

Oh.

Oh, well, take a reading,
Pyle, go on, take a reading.

You got enough room?
Give him some room, Boyle.

Ah, go on, take a reading.

Okay, Sergeant.

Is this floor okay, Pyle, huh?
Can you do it on this floor?

Oh, sure. Floors don't matter.

Oh. Good, good.
Well, go ahead, Pyle, take a reading.

Shh! Hold it down, Boyle.

Just take your time, Pyle, take your time.

- Well, what?
- It's gonna be fair and clear tomorrow.

- Are you sure, Pyle, you absolutely sure?
- Yes, Sergeant.

Do it again.

- Huh?
- Just to make sure. You know.

Well, okay, if you like.

- Fair weather will prevail tomorrow.
- You sure, Pyle, you really sure?

- Think, Pyle.
- Well, yes, Sergeant, you can count on it.

Just like the hail.

That's all I wanted to know.
That's all I wanted to know.

Thanks a million, Pyle.

Don't you want to hear
what happened over at sick bay?

- I mean, with the sneezing and all?
- Huh? Oh, yeah, later.

I got to get over
to the colonel's office right now.

I'll see you later, Pyle.

- What's all the excitement?
- "What's all the excitement?"

Them forecasts have
been in and out all week.

But Pyle's forecasts
have been right all week.

Also, I've been losing ground
with the colonel all week.

But if I can assure him
that he can go ahead

and hold his outdoor reception
as scheduled,

I will suddenly pick up
a few points with the colonel, huh?

Right? I mean anybody
can suggest painting the barracks,

but when you can tell the colonel what
he can count on in the way of weather,

that's suggesting.

I'd say so. Good luck, Vince.

[laughs]

Hey, I wonder how he does that anyway.

Uh

I'm, uh, sorry I'm late, sir.

At ease.

I was just telling the others
that with this forecast for rain tomorrow,

it looks like our original plans
will have to be changed

and the reception
for Mr. Nuxley moved indoors.

Well, sir, if we're going to have to
hold the reception indoors,

may I suggest that we hold
the welcoming ceremony

inside the company mess hall?

Hmm, that is a possibility, isn't it?

Yes, you see, that way, sir,
we can move all the tables back

and line up all the platoons
on either side of the doorway

leading up to the steam table,

which we could decorate
with bunting and everything.

Yes.
How do the rest of you feel about that?

Excuse me, Colonel, Sergeant Hacker.

But isn't that a lot of wasted effort
to go to all that trouble?

What trouble, Sergeant?

I mean, why bother to
move everything inside

when it's going to be
a beautiful day tomorrow?

Sergeant Carter,
you weren't here when I read

this revised forecast for rain.

Oh, yes, sir, I heard about that, sir.

But I have it from a very good authority
that it's gonna be fair tomorrow all day.

What do you mean, Sergeant?

Sir, you remember
that private that predicted

the hail storm the other day, Pyle?

Yes. Well, sir, the same private
has made a prediction for tomorrow.

It's gonna be fair and clear.

Three times in a row, he's predicted right
when the weather bureau was wrong.

Still, that's the official forecast.

Three times, sir, three times.
And predicting that hail storm?

- The colonel was there when he did it.
- That was pretty amazing, wasn't it?

Let's face it, sir.

What kind of reception
can you have in the mess Hali

compared to outside?

Not very exciting, I'll grant you.

Maybe it's worth a gamble at that.

Yes, sir, I'd certainly think so, sir.

It's a pretty good
suggestion, isn't it, sir?

Fine, Sergeant.

All right, we'll hold the reception
outdoors as planned.

- But, Colonel, sir--
- No, no, no.

Sergeant Carter's made a good point.

The weather bureau certainly
hasn't established itself

as the last word in
accuracy this past week,

so we'll go ahead
with the outdoor reception as planned.

Dismissed.

Hey, Vince.

Good meeting for a change, huh, Hacker?
Short and to the point.

Boy, you're sure going out
on a limb, ain't you, Vince?

I got ways of predicting
the weather, Hacker.

And accurately.

What are you talking about?

Huh?

Just thinking fast on my feet, Hacker,
that's all.

- Beautiful day, ain't it, Hacker? [laughs]
- Yeah.

Right, Pyle, beautiful all day?

Yes, sir, Sergeant,
you don't have a thing to worry about.

Everything's gonna be just perfect,
just like I predicted.

Good, that's good, Pyle.

Just what I want to hear.

- Nice day, huh, sir?
- I never would've believed it.

Well, believe me, sir, I never
would've chanced it if I wasn't sure.

Not for such a big day as this.

[wind gusting]

Getting a little windy, isn't it?

A little, sir, but, uh, at least wind
ain't the same thing as rain.

And that's what's
important, ain't it, sir?

I guess you're right.

Oh, look, sir,
your guest of honor right on time.

Oh, yes, that's him all right.

All right, Sergeant, back to your platoon.

Yes, sir.

How about this wind, huh, Vince?

Well, at least it ain't raining, is it?

Platoon!

Ten-hut!

[Hacker] Platoon!

Ten-hut!

- Permission to come aboard, Ed.
- Good to see you, Clint.

Welcome to Camp Henderson.

You really came prepared, Clint.

You expecting a rainstorm?

Ah, you know me and my shoulder, Ed.
It's been stiff all morning.

And if that doesn't
mean rain, nothing does.

Go on, I just happen to
have a man in my outfit

who correctly predicted hail yesterday.

And he says it's going to
be clear as a bell all day.

I'm sorry to contradict you, Ed,
but take it from me, it's gonna rain.

Bet you a cigar it doesn't.

Done. Your man against my shoulder, huh?

[both laugh]

Come on, we've got a full day and there's
people here I'd like you to meet.

Clint, this is Major and Linda Townsend.

Clint Nuxley.

[thunder rumbling]

[all moaning]

I'm very sorry.

Like I said, Ed, nobody
messes with my shoulder.

[trumpet music plays]

Thanks, Sergeant.
That was a great suggestion.

Dismissed!

Pyle

you did say it wasn't going
to rain today, didn't you?

Yes, sir, I sure did.

And I just don't know what went wrong.

I mean, you did say
it was going to be fair and clear.

Yes, sir.

But now that you mention it,
that was after I came back from sick bay.

You remember you sent me
over there 'cause I was sneezing?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, the doctor said
the sneezing was on account of

I was allergic to the paint.

And then I had him look at my foot.

Your foot? What about your foot?

Well, I was just thinking.

You remember how I stamp
my foot once and twice like this?

Oh, I'm sorry, Sergeant.

Forget it, Pyle, forget it.
What about your foot?

I didn't want to say anything
'cause I wasn't sure,

but it just didn't feel the same.

It didn't feel the same at all
after the doctor removed the corn.

What corn, Pyle, what corn?

The one that was bothering me.

You see, it was on my weather foot.

And, well, when it was going to rain,

it used to just hurt
like the very dickens.

I'll be able to march
better than ever now.

Look at that.

Even if I can't tell the weather

Just look at that, Sergeant.

All right, first platoon,
fall out on the double!

Come on, you meatheads,
we got a lot of work to do!

Come on, let's go!
Move it, move it, move it, move!

Wait a minute.
What's this? What's with the raincoats?

You know the orders of the day.

You're supposed to
be falling out in utilities.

We know, Sarge, but Gomer said
we'd be smart to take our raincoats.

Oh, he did, did he?

Okay, Pyle, let's have it.

This is a rib, you're trying to see
how far you can push me, is that it?

Oh, no, Sergeant, you know I wouldn't--

Pyle, I did not now, nor have I ever

said anything about
breaking out raincoats today.

That means if you men value your lives,

you've got exactly 30 seconds
to get out of them.

- Thirty seconds!
- Even if it's gonna rain?

Rain?

Yes, sir, and all day, too.

- You see
- Forget it, Pyle! I'm not interested.

Without that corn of yours,
you're back to normal.

Dumb, stupid and thick-headed normal.

So help me, if you so
much as make one more

[thunder rumbling]

You see, Sergeant, you see?

Pyle, don't you know
the difference between

thunder and artillery practice?

You've been out on maneuvers,
you've been out in the field, you've b--

But I thought How? How, Pyle?

That's what I been trying
to tell you, Sergeant.

I heard a report
on the radio not five minutes ago.

The official forecast calls for rain.

Rain all day long.

Isn't that something, Sergeant?

The weather bureau
finally got a prediction right.

How 'bout that?