All language subtitles for Gomer Pyle U S M C S04E01 A Visit from Aunt Bee 1080p BluRay FLAC2 0 H 264-BTN_track5_[eng]

[marching band plays]

[male announcer] Gomer Pyle - USMC.

Starring Jim Nabors as Gomer Pyle.

Also starring Frank Sutton
as Sergeant Carter.

Hey, Pyle, you got a visitor
over in the rec room.

A visitor to see me?

Yeah. But don't get too excited.

- She's the motherly type.
- The motherly type?

I wonder who that could be.

Aunt Bee!

- Go-oll...
- Hello, Gomer.

[excited squealing]

Well, ain't this something.

Gomer, for land sakes. Look at you!

Why, I wouldn't know you
if I saw you on the street right now.

- Aw.
- It's true. It's true.

You're a different person.

When you left Mayberry
you were a frail, scrawny thing.

But look at you now.

Gomer Pyle, you're actually handsome.

- Aw, no, Aunt Bee.
- Yes, you are.

Well, you look mighty good yourself.
This is just wonderful.

Come on over here. Let's sit down.

[Aunt Bee squeals and giggles]

What in the world are you doing here?

Well, I'm on my way to Fresno.

You remember my little niece
Judy May Olanda?

- Uh-huh.
- Well, she's getting married.

- You don't say.
- Yes.

And a good catch too.

The young fellow's a butcher
down at the supermarket.

You know the kind of money they make.

Of course he's supposed
to be a lovely person too.

Well, ain't that nice.

Course, at first I wasn't going to go.
But Andy just insisted.

He said I needed a vacation
from my household chores.

- Uh-huh.
- So I thought I would make it a vacation

and I'd come and see you too.

Well, I'm sure glad you did.
This is just wonderful.

But tell me, how is everybody in Mayberry?
Andy, and Opie, and the whole gang?

Just fine. And I've got a lot of pictures.

Gomer, would you have a little time?
I thought maybe we could go to town.

We could have dinner,
and then have a nice, long talk.

Well, I sure would like to, Aunt Bee,
but I'm afraid I can't.

You see, all the fellers are on pass,
and I've got the barracks duty.

Oh. Well, maybe I could go with you.

We can talk
while you do your barracks duties.

Well... I don't suppose
there'd be any harm in it.

Today's Sunday.
There won't be anybody there.

- Yeah, I guess you could.
- Well, good. Good.

Oh, Gomer, I just can't get over
how handsome you are.

- Well, so this is where you live, hmm?
- Yes, ma'am.

And this is my bunk right here.
And right next to it, my locker.

Is that all the space you have?

Gomer, I thought you'd have
a room of your own by now.

Oh, no, ma'am.

Got to be a lot higher up
than me for that.

Oh.
Well, there's not much privacy, is there?

No, ma'am. But it's friendly.

It was hard for me
to get used to at first,

sharing a bedroom
with so many other fellers.

But now I just don't think I could sleep
in a room by myself anymore.

- [chuckling]
- Well...

Oh.

Well, I guess people
can get used to anything.

Well, now, what duties do you have to do?

Well, I've got to mop the floor,
and dust the lockers,

and wash the windows,
and just generally spruce things up.

Gomer, that's housework.

Yes, ma'am.
I guess you could call it that.

- You mean you do that all by yourself?
- Well, no, ma'am.

Usually the fellers do their own.

But like I said, they're out on pass,

and I didn't have any other plans,
so I'm doing it for them.

You mean the boys
have to do their own housework,

along with all the marching
and drilling and things?

Well, yes, ma'am.
It's all part of being a Marine.

Well, for land sakes,
how long has this been going on?

About 200 years, I guess.

You'd think
they'd spend a few extra dollars

and get you boys a maid.

Oh, Aunt Bee.

Listen, you come over here
and sit down on the bunk,

and we can visit while I mop.

What? Certainly not.
Do you think I'm going to sit there

and watch you do housework?
I should say not.

I'm going to help you.

- But Aunt Bee, you can't do that.
- Gomer, don't argue.

Get me a jacket or a sweater
I can put over this dress.

And something for my hair
if you can find it.

And then give me a mop.

But Aunt Bee...

Gomer, don't argue. Just do as I say.

You really shouldn't
be doing this, Aunt Bee.

You know, I just don't understand it.

Millions and millions in taxes.

And they won't spend a few extra dollars

and have a woman
come in and straighten up.

Mavis Pearl could come in here
on a Thursday

and for $8 do the whole place.

Well, I really don't think
it's the money, Aunt Bee.

- Well, then what is it?
- Well, it's just part of being a Marine.

Doing housework is part of being a Marine?

Well, that's the way they figure.

Well, they could make a few changes
if you ask me.

Have a woman come in
just once or twice a week

and you'd see a big difference.

Those windows could use
some curtains, you know.

A few pictures wouldn't hurt either.

Well, some of the fellers have pictures,

but they keep them
on the insides of their locker.

Oh.

Those are not the kind of pictures
I meant.

I better get back to my windows.

Gomer, I don't like to criticize,

but you're not getting those windows
as clean as you should.

What are you using there?

Well, just the regular window cleaner
that they give us.

- Well, what you really need is vinegar.
- Vinegar?

With a little water. That's what I use.

- Wouldn't happen to have any, would you?
- No, ma'am.

But I suppose I could get some
over at the mess hall.

Well, why don't you, Gomer?

If you're doing it,
you might just as well do it right.

- Well, really, Aunt Bee, I don't think...
- Oh, get it, Gomer.

You'll see. It'll make all the difference
in the world.

Boys!

Good afternoon. Lovely day, hmm?

Yeah.

Uh...

Oh! Oh, careful. You'll track up my floor.

What? Who are you, madam?

Well, I'm Miss Taylor. Who are you?

Well, I'm Sergeant Carter.
Would you answer me one question, please?

- What are you doing here?
- Well, I'm mopping the floor.

You could see that.

I don't mean that.
I don't mean what are you doing here.

I mean what are you doing here,
in these barracks?

Oh. I'm visiting.

Visiting?

- With a mop?
- Oh, well, I didn't intend to mop.

I'm just helping out my friend, Private
First Class Gomer Pyle. Do you know him?

Oh, yeah.

So you're a friend of Pyle's, huh?

Yes. A very dear friend.

Oh, but see. Look. Look.

You should have wiped your feet.

Look at the marks
you've left all over the wet part.

You know, it's bad enough
to have to do it once.

Madam... Miss Taylor.

- Miss Taylor!
- What?

Look, I don't want to seem rude
or anything,

but you'll really have to leave.

And leave all this work for Gomer?
I should say not.

Look, I'm sorry.
But according to regulations...

Aunt Bee, I got it.
Oh, hey, Sergeant Carter.

Oh, there you are, Pyle.

Now, that's the way to come into a room.

Yeah. Well, I was just talking
to this lady here, Pyle,

this civilian lady
that you brought into the barracks.

Well, then you met Aunt Bee. That's good.

'Cause I've written a lot about
you in the letters back home.

Pyle...

Oh. So this is your Sergeant Carter.

Oh, I didn't realize that.

You know, I pictured him a little taller.

He's not as tall, but he's solid.
He's solid as a rock, Aunt Bee.

Madam...

Miss Taylor, I'm afraid Private Pyle
didn't explain the rules of the base,

but civilians
are not allowed in the barracks.

- So I'll have to ask you to leave.
- But I came to visit with Gomer.

Well, I'm sorry about that.
But regulations are regulations.

You can wait for him
in the recreation room if you like.

Although it might be kind of a long wait.

But there's so much left to do.
I've barely started on the floor.

Well, there's nothing
we can do about that.

The recreation room is down
at the end of the street, and turn left.

- Oh.
- Oh, and one more thing, madam.

You'll have to leave
the jacket and cap here.

- Oh. Oh, yes.
- I'll help you, Aunt Bee.

- Very well, Gomer.
- Thank you.

I'll be waiting for you.

I hope it won't be too long.

- I'll do my very best, Aunt Bee.
- Oh, dear.

Look what you're doing to the floor. Look.
You're over there on the clean part.

Goodbye, Miss Taylor.

Pyle, you lame-brain! You knucklehead!

Do you realize how many regulations
you've broken here?

Well, let me count them off to you.
One, having a civilian in the barracks.

Two, having a civilian woman
in the barracks.

Three, letting a civilian
wear a Marine uniform.

You've been in the Marines
for three years, Pyle.

When are you gonna learn?
When are you gonna learn?

What does it take to get through
that thick skull of yours?

- Excuse me.
- What?

Excuse me.

Oh, Miss Taylor, did you forget something?

No. But is there any trouble?

I heard your voice,
and it sounded, well, rather angry.

Oh. Did it?

Yes. There isn't anything wrong, is there?

Really, it's nothing
you need worry about, madam.

Sergeant Carter talks to me
a lot like this, Aunt Bee.

- There's no need for you to worry.
- Oh, I see.

Well, I'll be waiting for you, Gomer.

All right.

Oh, what an awful mess.

[Carter] You've been
in the Marines all this time

and you pull this
kind of boneheaded stunt?

Having a civilian
in the barracks, a civilian?

And a woman civilian?

Pyle, I'm going to make sure
you don't forget this.

You're going to remember this
for a long, long time. When I...

- Excuse me.
- What?

Excuse me.

Oh, Miss Taylor.

Are you sure everything's all right,
that Gomer's not in some kind of trouble?

Really, it's nothing, madam.

You see, Private Pyle
forgot a few of his duties,

and I was just reminding him.

My goodness. Do you remind people
in that tone of voice?

It sounded so... rough.

Really, Miss Taylor, why don't you
just wait for this knucklehead...

I mean, Private Pyle... in the rec room?

- Well...
- Really, Aunt Bee,

it's okay. Really it is.

Oh, all right, Gomer.

If you say so.

What a pity. Such a mess.

Now, Pyle...

...let me tell you
what I got planned for you.

Gomer?

- Aunt Bee, what are you doing here?
- Well, I got so worried.

You didn't turn up in the recreation room.

And I thought I'd come back
and see if everything's all right.

That Sergeant Carter
seemed so annoyed with you.

Oh, it really wasn't much.

He just gave me some extra details to do.

And just as soon as I get finished,
then we can visit.

Oh, good. Well, what do you have to do?

Well, for one thing, I've got to move
this sand pile here over there.

Oh. Then what?

Well, then I've got to move the sand pile
there back over here.

You mean move it back where it came from?

Oh, goodness.

Well, why do you have to do that?

Well, 'cause Sergeant Carter said so.

Oh, Gomer. Are you being punished?

- Oh, it was because of me, wasn't it?
- Oh, no, Aunt Bee.

It wasn't your fault.
It wasn't your fault.

[Aunt Bee] Why? Oh, Gomer. I'm so sorry.

- Miss Taylor. Miss Taylor!
- But you should have told me.

- What?
- You're not supposed to talk to the men

- when they're on a detail.
- I came back...

You see, the men
would never get their work finished

- if they have civilians talking to them.
- I know, but...

Look, why don't you let me
show you a shortcut to the gate.

- Oh...
- Now, you just go right down

this road right here,
and it'll run right out to the main street

where you can get yourself a bus.

I'm sure you do want to take a bus,
don't you?

Thank you very much. I'm sure our
listeners were fascinated by your stories

of your son Mickey.

This is the Johnny Clark at Large Show,

talking to you from outside
the gate of Camp Henderson,

where we've been interviewing
friends and relatives...

Excuse me, madam.
Would you mind talking to us for a moment?

- What?
- Tell me,

how did you enjoy your visit
to Camp Henderson today?

Well, not very much, I can tell you that.

I've never been so shocked
and surprised in all my life.

I just came here to visit my old friend...

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Just a moment.

You obviously have a great deal
to tell us. What's your name?

AUNT BEE [over radio] Bee Taylor.

I just came to visit my friend,
Private First Class Gomer Pyle.

And then all of a sudden, this hollering,
this screaming.

I never heard anything like it
in all my life.

Whoa. Wait a minute. Who was hollering
and who was screaming?

Sergeant Carter.

A short, stocky man.

I was having this quiet visit with Gomer,

and in came this sergeant

- who started hollering...
- Sarge! Sarge!

[Aunt Bee] You can't do this, and you
can't be here, and you can't go there.

[host] Well, now, who was
he hollering and screaming at?

[Aunt Bee] At both of us.
And I was just checking on Gomer there.

And there he was by a sand pile,

moving the sand pile from one place
to another place and then back again,

not making any sense at all.

And then he came along, and he just about
pushed me down the road.

- [host] No!
- [Aunt Bee] Yes!

He pushed me down the road.

[host] Well, who pushed you?

[Aunt Bee] Sergeant Carter!

[host] A sergeant?
I find that hard to believe.

Well, he did. But it was the hollering
and screaming that upset me.

Why, back home if a man behaved like that,
we wouldn't have a thing to do with him.

[host] Well, it certainly is interesting,
Miss Taylor.

But we're running out of time.

I would like to hear more about this.
I'm sure our listeners would.

I wonder if you'd like to appear
on my TV show tomorrow night?

[Aunt Bee] TV show?

Yes. Are you going to be in town
tomorrow night?

Yes, I am. I'm coming back to see Gomer.

Wonderful. Then I'll expect you
on my television show.

That winds it up for this afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is the Johnny Clark at Large Show.

[phone rings]

Company B. Corporal Boyle.

Yes, sir!

The colonel.

Sir, I didn't push her.

Yes, sir.

I'll be right over on the double.

But I didn't push her.

Some people can really fool you.

She seemed like a sweet, motherly type.

She's a killer, Boyle, a killer!

This is all your fault, Pyle,
all your fault!

Good morning, gentlemen.

Time to get up.

Rise and shine. Up, up, up.

[snoring]

Up.

Up, up, up.

Upsy-daisy! [chuckles]

Pyle.

- Pyle.
- [snoring]

It's 5:30. Time to get up.

A new day is dawning.

Pyle!

Pyle!

Oh, did you holler, Sergeant?

No. I didn't holler.

But I have been trying
to get you up for a little while.

Well, that must be the reason
I didn't wake up.

I'm used to getting up when you holler.

Well, I didn't holler.

Is something wrong
with your face, Sergeant?

What do you mean?

Well, your lips is spread out funny.

I'm smiling, Pyle.
Didn't you ever see anybody smile before?

Oh, sure.
But it looks kind of funny when you do it.

Why don't you
just get out of the sack, Pyle?

All right, everybody.

I'd like to see all of you gentlemen
out on the street in three minutes.

Three minutes, fellows.

Hurry it up.

Hey Serge, what was that?
What was that Mr. Nice Guy routine?

- Are you cracking up?
- No.

- I'm just getting in practice.
- Practice for what?

For that Taylor dame.

When she comes down here I got to show her
a different Sergeant Carter

before she goes on that TV show tonight.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

After my little talk with the colonel,
I got the definite feeling

I better come up with something
if I want to keep these stripes.

Is that what he suggested?
A new image for Sergeant Carter?

No, he didn't suggest it.
It was my own idea.

It's just for one day
until that dame blows.

Well, it can't kill you
to keep smiling for one day.

No.

But it's liable to make me awfully sick.

[whistle blasts]

All right, gentlemen.
Let's line up quickly, if you please.

That's right. Quickly. Nice.

Very nice.

Careful, Pyle. We mustn't stumble.

Of course, Sergeant.

But the reason I was late
is I couldn't find my belt.

Oh, well, that's all right.

An honest excuse
is better than no excuse at all.

Next time, may I suggest that you leave
your belt right next to your bunk

so that you can't miss it. You got that?

[chuckles] Good boy.

I think he's on some kind of drug.

All right, gentleman.

Left... pace.

Forward... march.

Hey, Sarge, I don't understand
why you're doing all this now.

That Taylor dame isn't around.

You never can tell with her.
She can pop up any time, any place.

And I ain't taking no chances.

Left, left, two, three.

Nice marching, fellas. Very nice.

Good. Good. Very good.

Nice. Nice. Very nice.

All right, men. Let's keep it moving.

First men, go through again.
Come on. Let's go.

Good. Good. Very good.

- [corporal] Sergeant Carter!
- Huh?

Miss Taylor's here.

Why, Miss Taylor,
it's so nice to see you again.

Welcome aboard, ma'am.

Sergeant Carter.

I came to see Gomer.

Well, we're glad to have you.

And, in fact, you're just in time
to see one of our exercises.

Hmm. Thank you.

Where's Gomer?

He's right out there.
See, he's the one crawling.

Oh, yes. I see.

Whoo! Gomer!

I'm here!

Hey, Aunt Bee.

[clunk]

Pyle, oh, you knucklehead!

Pyle, you numbskull! You lame-brain!

How could you pull
such a boneheaded stunt?

Of all the knuckleheaded things to do!
What if that had been a live grenade?

Well, I'm sorry, Sergeant Carter.
I don't know how in the world

- I could have done a thing like that.
- Well, I do.

It's because you're stupid!
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Wait a minute. What is the matter?

Why are you shouting like that?

Don't tell me you're angry
with this poor boy again?

Oh, no. No.

I'm not angry, not really angry.

But Aunt Bee,
he's got a right to be angry.

I did a very wrong thing.

That's right, Pyle. You did.
Naughty, naughty.

I'm sorry, Sergeant Carter.
I really am sorry.

Sorry? You're sorry?

Oh, that's good. That's very good.

I'm talking to him real nice,
ain't I, Miss Taylor?

- Nice, and soft, and kind.
- Well, it's an improvement.

A definite improvement.

Uh-huh. And this is the kind of sergeant
you'd like your friend Gomer Pyle to have?

- Well, as a matter of fact, I would.
- Uh-huh.

Well, I can't do it! I ain't that kind of
sergeant, and I never will be.

[gasps] Sergeant Carter!

And Pyle, if you think
I'm gonna drop this, you're nuts.

I'm gonna have you down there
digging ditches

and doing push-ups until
you're blue in the face. You got that?

Well, I never!

Oh, Gomer, Gomer.

You poor dear.

Really, Aunt Bee.

There's a few things about
Sergeant Carter and the Marines

that you ought to know.

[host on TV] We'll have another interesting guest

after this word from our sponsor.

Hey Pyle, are you sure your Aunt Bee's
gonna be on TV tonight?

Well, she said she was.

She called me from the hotel
right before she left.

Hey, you guys, cool it. Carter.

[Muzak on TV]

Well?

- Has she been on yet?
- No. Not yet.

Sergeant Carter, do you want to sit down?
You can have my chair.

No, thanks. I'll stand.

Our next guest is a lady
I had on the radio program yesterday

when we were interviewing
out at Camp Henderson.

She had some very interesting comments
about her visit to the camp.

I invited her down tonight
to tell us a little more about them.

How about a nice warm welcome

for Miss Bee Taylor
from Mayberry, North Carolina.

[applause]

Uh... uh... Miss Taylor.

We're back here.

There you are.

Well, here we go, Sarge.

Yeah.

Ma Barker.

[host] Now, Miss Taylor,
when we talked yesterday...

Look, I want to set the record straight.

What I said and did
was what I thought was right.

And no civilian's
going to make me change my mind.

- Sergeant...
- Quiet, Pyle!

You've caused enough trouble.

Your complaints centered mainly around
his sergeant, Sergeant Carter.

That's right.

You said he was unfair and unreasonable.

- You remember telling me that?
- [Aunt Bee] Yes. I remember.

Now would you mind telling our audience
your experience with this Sergeant?

Well, when I met
Sergeant Carter, he im...

The audience.

Well, when I met Sergeant Carter,

he just impressed me
as a terribly ill-tempered man.

He was shouting and yelling at my friend,

and ordering him to do things
that were completely unnecessary.

Acting like a tyrant, in other words?

[Aunt Bee] Yes. And when I went back
today, the same thing happened again.

There he was,
shouting and yelling and screaming

in a way that I thought
was entirely uncalled for.

So I got the impression of a totally
unreasonable and impossible man.

I see.

However, later
I did have a talk with Gomer.

And he pointed out some things to me
that I hadn't realized before.

You see, I was judging things
from a civilian point of view.

And then Gomer pointed out that no matter
how Sergeant Carter screams or yells,

it's only to make him a better Marine.

[host] You mean Gomer doesn't mind
the screaming and yelling?

No, no. Heavens, no. He's used to it.

He says whenever Sergeant Carter
makes him move sand piles

or do push-ups,
it's only to help him to remember

not to do the same wrong thing twice.

[host] Well, your Gomer certainly seems
to have changed your mind for you.

Well, apparently Sergeant Carter
has to do what he's doing,

otherwise he'd end up
with a platoon full of...

knuckleheads.

Hey, Sarge, she made a hero out of you.

Bless her heart.

I knew she'd change her mind
once she had a chance to think about it.

Civilians have a lot to learn
about the military.

Yes, sir.

Thank you. No, thank you, sir.

Well, a new day, a new world, huh, Sarge?

And to think yesterday
you were afraid of losing your stripes.

Afraid? I wasn't afraid.

No?

Terrified, but not afraid.

Sergeant Carter?

Oh, hi, Pyle. Hello, Miss Taylor.

Hello, Sergeant Carter.

Aunt Bee's fixing to leave,
and she didn't want to leave

without saying goodbye to you.

Well, that's very nice of you,
Miss Taylor.

And, by the way, I'd like to thank you
for what you said about me last night.

You were real good.

And you looked great too.

You know,
you're very photogenic on television.

Really?

Oh! [chuckles]

Well, thank you very much.

Well, anyway,
my bus will be leaving shortly,

and I wanted to say
it has been a pleasure to meet you.

- And I hope we'll meet again sometime.
- Likewise. [chuckling]

Oh, so this is where
you do your work, hmm?

Yeah. This is where
the brain work is done. Eh, Boyle?

- Right, Sarge.
- Oh.

When's the last time
those windows were cleaned?

- Why? What's the matter with them?
- Well, they look awfully grimy.

You know, I've got an hour and a half
before my bus leaves.

Aunt Bee, do you want me
to get you some vinegar?

- Why don't you, Gomer?
- Vinegar?

- Why would anybody want...?
- Boy, if you want to see windows shine,

let Aunt Bee show you
what she can do with vinegar.

Now, wait a minute. According to
regulations, no civilian is...

You know, I don't understand why
the Marines won't pay a few extra dollars

and have a woman come in once or twice.
I mean... Run along, Gomer.

Mavis Pearl could come in here
and work half a day here,

and half a day in the barracks...