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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.

I'm still cutting you off. I got an idea.

Joey, why don't you and Lester
get down there in the front on your knees,

and that way everybody else
can squeeze in real tight.

That's a lot better.

You know what would be nice?

If all of you put your arms
around each other

like Marine buddies, you know, Gung-ho.

[all grumbling]

Hey, that's it. Now I got everybody.
Everybody ready? Say cheese.

- [shutter clicks]
- I got it.

Just a moment, Pyle.
That picture isn't going to come out.

You forgot the flash attachment.

Oh, it wouldn't come out anyways.

I don't have any film in the camera.

- [all grumbling]
- We went through all that for nothing?

Well, I just bought
this brand-new $6 camera,

and I was just trying it out
to get used to all the features.

You certainly are a busy little bee, Pyle,

checking out your camera,
buying guide books.

Do you think you'll have much time
for sightseeing in Washington?

Well, I sure hope so. However,
that Navy Relief Show is real important.

And I imagine
I'll be rehearsing most of the time.

I never have sung
in front of that many people before.

As soon as we get to Washington,
I'll lose him.

How can you lose him? Your assignment
calls for you to get him to Washington

and to stay with him for three weeks,
right up to that Navy show.

All right.
I'll take care of him part of the time,

but there's somebody else
that needs taking care of in Washington.

Who's that?

- Rose Pilchek.
- Pilchek? Who's that?

36-24-36.

Does that answer your question?

Yeah, but you still didn't tell me
who is she?

She was Miss Armored Division of 1961,

and she was still growing.

- I get the picture.
- She's a waitress now.

- She dropped out of nursing school.
- Well, how'd you get to meet her?

Well, when I was stationed back there
a few years ago,

she was going with this sergeant
in Chemical Warfare.

When I came along,
I was like a breath of fresh air.

Well, how are you going to be able
to get away from Pyle?

After all,
you're going to be rooming together.

Rooming together?

Boyle, I am an NCO.

He is a private.
That means separate quarters.

Once we get to town, he'll be out
of my way, and I'll be on my own.

See, you didn't want to go. You thought
you'd be stuck with Pyle for three weeks.

Well, that's the way I operate.

I turn every defeat into a victory.

That's my horoscope. I'm Scorpio.

I always land on my feet...

or should I say my claws?

Excuse me, Sergeant. Have you got
a minute before you close up your sea bag?

Sure, Pyle, what is it?

Well, I was just wondering
which guidebooks you're taking along.

Huh?

Well, if you take the one for Washington,
then I'll take the one for Virginia.

And that way we don't have to worry about

using up good baggage space
for two of the same thing.

Yeah. Well, you take
whichever one you like,

and I'll borrow from you. Okay?

Excuse me, Sergeant.
The jeep is here for the airport.

- All right, Pyle, let's go.
- I'll get your gear, Sarge.

Do you know where I think
we ought to go to first? Mount Vernon.

I seen all the pictures.

- Hey, Gomer. I brought your bag.
- Thank you!

[excited chatter]

Well, so long, Sarge. Have a ball.
Give my best to Rose Poopcheck.

Pilchek. Pilchek!

All right, you guys.
Watch your feet. Come on. Let's go.

- [Gomer] Bye.
- Bye.

Bye-bye, Pyle. And don't forget
to say hey to the president for us.

Bye!

Ain't that something, Sergeant?

There is more marble per square mile here

than any other city in the world
except Rome

and twice as much
as Paris and Seattle together.

Yeah, fascinating.

Sergeant Vincent Carter checking in.

I was told that Marine Corps Billeting
requisitioned a room for me.

Oh yes, Sergeant.
If you'll just sign here, please.

Well, my, my!

That will be room 816.

Golly, Sergeant.

Do you know how many cross-ties
there are in that underground railway

between the senate
and congressional building?

There are 3,200...

Yes, sir. And what can I do for you?

Private First Class Gomer Pyle, sir.

I wonder where Sergeant Carter went.

Here you are, sir.

Here's your air conditioning control,
your bathroom.

Over here is your closet.

And we hope you enjoy your stay
in Washington.

Nice, very nice. Here you are, son.

Oh, boy.

Hey, what's all that?
I already got all my gear.

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

- Pyle?
- Ain't that something, Sergeant?

Looks like we're going to be sharing
the same room.

- Huh?
- That's what the clerk downstairs said.

Room 816.

Reservations.

Actually, it's just as well.

That way we don't have to run
from room to room

when we make out our sightseeing schedule.

Hello. This is Sergeant Carter
in room 816.

I think there's been a little mistake.

You sent a Private First Class Pyle
to my room.

This is Sergeant Vincent Carter,

and the man you sent to my room
was Private First Class Pyle.

And I assumed...

I understand.

Okay, Pyle.
But I get the bunk nearest the window.

I don't blame you, Sergeant, seeing's
what a fine view you got from over there.

Sergeant,
if you look way over to the left here,

you can just see the dome of the Capitol.

- Good.
- Can you believe it, Sergeant?

That is the capital of our entire nation
under that dome.

Five hundred and fifty-five rooms,
to be exact.

I wonder what's going on right
this minute in them 555 rooms? I bet...

Look, Pyle. We can talk later
after you take a nice long hot shower.

I mean,
now that we're going to be roomies,

we gotta work out
a shower arrangement, right?

So why don't you start scrubbing up first.

I will just as fast as I can, Sergeant.

Take your time, Pyle. Take your time.

Hello.

Would you give me national 83097.

Thanks for the cab ride, Pyle.

I'm sorry
I can't go along with you sightseeing,

but you know how it is,
old friend of the family and all that.

Maybe next time.

I sure hope so, Sergeant. It would be
a shame if you missed all them sights.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, Pyle.
You can keep me posted, okay?

Whenever you see something
that really grabs you,

you can fill me in on it
just in case I don't make it.

- How does that sound?
- Fine, Sergeant. I'll do that.

- That's just what I'll do.
- Uh, right, Pyle.

You just go along and have fun. Fun.

[traffic rumbles, horns beep]

[tour guide] Started in the year 1883,
the Washington Monument

was finally completed after many delays
in the year 1885.

- Er, yes, a question?
- Excuse me, sir.

But if I ain't mistaken,
the building part was actually completed

on December 6, 1884, ain't that right?

Uh, yes. That's quite right,
but although completed in late 1884,

it was formally dedicated
in February of 1885,

but not open to the public
until three years later, in the year 1888.

That's right. That's exactly right.

Thank you. Now, if I may continue.

The monument is actually a giant obelisk,

rising to the spectacular height
of 555 feet.

And five and one-eighth inches,
that is, if you want to be exact.

If you want to be... Yeah.

I gotta tell you, Rosie,
you ain't changed a bit, not a bit.

Except for maybe going back to brunette.

Yeah? Well, I found out brunettes
have as much fun as anybody.

Yeah. Don't we, though, huh? [chuckles]

Uh-oh, the manager.
I better get back to work.

You want another beer or something, honey?

- Uh, no. I'll wait till you get off duty.
- Excuse me. Are you Sergeant Carter?

- Yeah?
- Well, you're wanted on the phone.

You can take it at the bar.

I wonder who that can be.

Sergeant Carter here.

Hey, Sergeant, it's me, Gomer.

Pyle?

It's a good thing I remembered the name
of the place I dropped you off at

so I could reach you.

I'm filling you in
just like you told me to.

Sergeant, it has been thrilling,
really thrilling.

- Now, look, Pyle...
- Are you sure you can't break away?

The tour's getting more exciting
by the minute.

One of our stops is going to be
the Department of Agriculture.

And they've promised everybody seeds.

No, Pyle. As much as I'd like to,
I gotta get off.

I got six people breathing down my neck,
waiting to get on the phone.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sergeant.

I didn't realize,
but no reason I can't fill you in later

since you ain't going to be able
to get away.

Uh, right, Pyle. You do that little thing.

[tour guide] And here it is,
ladies and gentlemen,

Charles A. Lindbergh's
famous Spirit of St. Louis.

This is the actual plane
in which Mr. Lindbergh

made the first transatlantic flight
on May 20, 1927.

Actually, it was a two-day flight.

He took off from Roosevelt Field on May 20

and landed 34 hours later
right outside Paris, France.

I was just getting to that.

One man in that little bitty plane,
and he flew over 3,000 miles

over the ocean all by his self.

And he didn't have
no comfortable reclining chairs

and no piping-hot food
or anything like that.

Fact is, he practically
had to sit on one of his gas tanks,

it was so crowded
in that little bitty cockpit.

But Lindy, that's what everybody
called him later on in affection,

he had to be one of the bravest men
that ever lived

to try such an amazing feat as that.

You know,
I've thought about you a lot, Rose.

Every time they play
the Beer Barrel Polka, I think of you.

Do you?

- Excuse me, Sergeant.
- Hmm?

You're wanted on the phone again.

This better not be
who I think it's gonna be.

- Hello.
- Hey, Sergeant.

I'm calling you back later, like you said.

- I said that?
- That's right, Sergeant.

And since the line wasn't busy, I knew
nobody was waiting to use the phone,

and I could fill you in
on the Smithsonian Institution.

Now, look, Pyle...

Sergeant, you are missing so much.

That's why I was thinking

that maybe you could bring
your old friend of the family along

and meet me outside the White House.

That's where I'm going next,
the White House.

Pyle, I can't. I'm all tied up.

Well, okay, Sergeant.

I just hope the president stops and shakes
hands with people like he's always doing.

That way I can say hey to him like all
the fellers wanted me to back at the base.

You want me to say hey for you too?

Yeah, Pyle. You do that.

Who was it?

A wrong number.

A wrong number since the day he was born.

One of the most famous of all the rooms
on the first floor of the White House,

the Red Room
is often used for after-dinner receptions.

And you notice on the mantle shelf
the 17th-century French musical clock,

presented by President Vincent Auriol
of France in 1952.

- If you'll just step this way, please.
- Excuse me,

but ain't you going to tell them about
that chair over there by the bookcase?

- This one?
- Uh-huh.

I was talking
to the balloon salesman outside

when we was waiting in line,
and he was telling me all about it.

It seems that way back in 1903,

Teddy Roosevelt's little nephew
stuck some chewing gum up under it,

and none of the cleaning people
have ever noticed it,

not even to this day.

Needless to say,
you'll hear many stories of that nature.

But I assure you, they're only hearsay.

Now, if you'll just step this way, please.
We'll move on to the renowned East Room.

Now, for the East Room,
if you'll move right this way, please.

"...East Room, measuring 80 by 40 feet,

is used mostly for public receptions."

[talks under his breath]

Oh, gosh.

Let's see...

The East Room.

This must be it.

It's him.

Sir? I... I know I shouldn't
have walked in here like this.

Heaven's sakes, how did you get in here?

Well, you see, ma'am,
I accidentally got separated from my tour.

But by that time, it was too late,

because I had my map turned upside down,
and I didn't know where I was.

You see, what I thought
was the East Room here

was actually the West Wing upside down.
So, you see...

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Guess I must have
interrupted her polishing.

The president's office.

Shazam!

I gotta tell Sergeant Carter.
I gotta tell him right this minute.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Sergeant Carter? Yes, he is.

It's for you, Vince. Some guy.

Oh, for the love of... Hello?

Sergeant Carter?
Guess where I am? Guess where I am?

Pyle!

- Pyle, how did you get this number?
- From the manager at the café.

I told him how important it was,
and so he told me to try this number.

- Important?
- Are you ready? Are you sitting down?

Now, look, Pyle...

I am standing right in the middle
of the office

of the President of the United States.

The President of the United States.

I can't get over it.

But it was so easy.
I just opened the door, and there it was.

I would take some pictures,
but they took my camera away from me.

Would you like me to make a drawing?

Golly, I didn't do nothing wrong, did I?

That's just what
we want to find out, and fast.

Well, if you're worried about
how I got into the president's office,

it was just an accident.

It's like I told that cleaning lady
right after I interrupted her polishing...

All right.

Now, let's take it back
and start from the beginning, shall we?

Like, who are you?

Well, first of all, my name is Pyle.
Private First Class Gomer Pyle.

If you don't believe me,

you can call the feller I was talking to
on the phone upstairs.

He's on orders with me,
and he knows all about me.

Hey...

You know, it's funny
how nothing changes over the years.

[phone rings]

You knucklehead! You feather-brain!
I told you not to call me here.

I gave you orders. Now I'm gonna give you
another order. Drop dead!

How was I supposed to know
it was the Secret Service?

Vince, what's happened?
Where are they taking you?

I don't know.
I swear, honey, I don't know.

Where did you go
after the Washington Monument?

- The Smithsonian Institution.
- That's right. I can vouch for that, sir.

Have you ever been to the
Smithsonian Institution, Mr. Parker?

Not lately.

Well, you owe it to yourself
to get over there.

Why, they've got the plane that Charles
A. Lindbergh flew over the Atlantic in.

Very interesting.

Now, roughly what time was that?

Well, I think May 20th, 1927.

Why don't you listen to the man, Pyle?
That ain't what he meant!

Here you are, Herb.
Just got positive identity.

Sergeant Carter and PFC Pyle

are both on temporary assignment
to headquarters as indicated.

Fingerprints, dog tags,
and photo ID all check out.

Immediate release approved.

Well, I guess that does it, then.

You mean it's all over now? We can go?

That's right. Just watch the kind
of doors you open from now on.

I'm sorry if we caused you
any inconvenience.

But you know, in a situation like this
we can't take any chances.

Oh, sure. Sure. We all got our jobs to do.

Actually, it was no inconvenience.
It was real nice talking to you.

I don't think I ever met
a Secret Service man before.

- Pyle, let's go.
- Right, Sergeant.

And don't forget to go over
to the Smithsonian Institution. You hear?

Ain't that always the way, though?

You live in a city for years and years

and you never do get to see
your own sights.

Pyle, come on.

- Sorry, Sergeant.
- You know what you got, Pyle?

Raw nerve, thinking anyone
can just walk in the White House

and say hello
to the president just like that.

You're right, Sergeant.

And then to drag me into it
out of a clear blue sky.

That really was too much.

I know, Sergeant, and I... I'm sorry.

Pyle, when are you gonna learn?
When are you gonna learn?

You don't need a sergeant
to come to Washington with you.

You need a platoon, a whole battalion,
just to follow you around

every minute of the day
and see that you don't foul up,

because everything you do, Pyle,
every single thing that you do,

- always ends up in...
- [vehicle approaches]

- Pyle, watch out!
- [tires screech]

- Are you all right?
- Oh, I think so.

Just a little scare is all
and maybe a few dirt marks here and there.

- It never touched me.
- Well, you're sure now?

Oh, I'm fine. Really I am.

Well, okay. If you say so.

He says he's all right, sir.

Go-o-o-Olly!

Hey, Mr. President.

I saw him, Sergeant.

I actually saw him,
and I said, "Hey, Mr. President,"

just like the fellers wanted me to.

Ain't that something, Sergeant?
I said hey to the president!

I thought we'd have dinner here
in the hotel in the Embassy Room.

It's cozy, it's intimate, it's dark.

And best of all,
there won't be any phone calls to bug us.

Oh, it sounds swell, Vince.

[Gomer] Sergeant Carter. Sergeant Carter.

Don't look back. Run.

Sergeant Carter!
Sergeant Carter, wait a minute.

Am I glad I found you.

Yeah, well, we were just
on our way to dinner, Pyle.

But Sergeant, I have just had
the most frustrating experience.

I called the fellers
back at Camp Henderson to tell them

I said hey to the president for them,
and they didn't believe me.

Yeah, that's frustration all right.

- See ya, Pyle.
- Wait a minute.

You saw the president?
Is that what you just said?

- And you talked to him?
- I was as close to him as I am to you.

No kidding! Did you hear that, Vince?
He talked to the president!

So what did he sound like anyway?

Come on in and have dinner with us
and tell us all about it.

Well, I still can't get over it myself.

It all happened
on account of a freak accident.

See, I was standing there...