"For distinguished duty in the face of overwhelming... something..."
- Odd. - "...odd..."
"...this Air Medal is awarded to Captain J S..."
- McWatt. - "...McWatt."
Come on, come on.
All right, McWatt. What are you waiting for, a kiss? Get back in there.
And on the double!
"For meritorious action"
"in the face of concentrated enemy fire, Captain..."
- What's this? - Come on, Dumbo.
- Yossarian, sir. - "...Yossarian."
Unless I miss my guess, Captain...
...you're out of uniform.
What are you looking at?
Get back in the car, you smirking slut.
Why aren't you wearing clothes, Captain?
- I don't want to. - Why the hell don't you?
I dunno. I just don't want to.
- Why isn't he wearing clothes? - He's talking to you.
- Why isn't he wearing clothes, Major? - Why isn't he, Sergeant?
A man was killed in his plane and bled all over him.
His clothes are in the laundry.
- Where are his other uniforms? - In the laundry, sir.
- Where is his underwear? - In the laundry, sir.
- That sounds like a lot of crap to me. - It is a lot of crap, sir.
Sir, this man will be punished severely!
What the hell do I care?
If he wants to get his medal without any clothes on, what business is it of yours?
- My sentiments exactly, sir. - Here's your medal, Captain.
You're a very weird person, Yossarian.
Thank you, sir.
- You are giving me this? - Yes.
- Perché? - Because you're beautiful.
Because your name is Luciana. It was my mother's name.
But my real name is Eleonora Rosanna. I only call myself Luciana.
My mother only called herself Luciana. Her real name was Eleonora Rosanna.
I don't believe you.
I don't blame you.
What you get this for?
- Will you believe me if I tell the truth? - Yes.
I was awarded that particular medal for killing fish.
- You have killed many fish? - Oh, yes, I am one of the biggest...
In fact, I am the most renowned killer of fish in the US Army Air Force.
OK.
I dance with you, but I won't let you sleep with me.
- Who asked you? - You don't want to sleep with me?
- I don't wanna dance with you. - You crazy.
- Watch where you put your hands, GI. - My name is Yossarian.
Watch where you put your hands, Yossarian.
It's...
What's his name, the new gunner?
- Snowden. - Yeah.
Snowden.
- I'm cold. - OK.
You're gonna be OK.
Cold... cold.
- There. - Starting to hurt me.
OK, hang on. I'll get you some morphine.
Milo! You prick!
Hi! What's up?
Hey, it's good to see you. When did you get out of the hospital?
We've got a couple of things to talk over.
How you feeling? I'm sorry I didn't visit but I've been in Naples.
- I wanna know about that parachute. - What parachute?
The one I'm supposed to use to jump out of the plane.
Ah, that parachute!
You have to remember that your parachute
was just one of 50 or 60 parachutes taken over by the Syndicate.
I don't give a damn about the Syndicate! I don't want your tomatoes!
They're not my tomatoes; they're the Syndicate's tomatoes. Our tomatoes.
Just as these are our statues. In fact...
...that's where all the parachutes went.
- You traded my parachute for statues? - Well, no, in point of fact.
I traded our diesel engines for the statues.
- I don't have any engines! - Not "your", I said "our".
I got the engines for two planeloads of lumber, 100 pairs of shoes,
and the parachutes.
The men won't be happy when they find out what you've been doing.
Don't they understand? We're gonna come out of this war rich.
You're gonna come out rich. We're gonna come out dead!
- What does he want? - Who?
Hungry Joe.
What is the matter?
I got a feeling.
- I think it is. - What?
- Come on. - What is it?
I don't know, but if it is what I think it is...
It's just McWatt.
I know. That bastard's been doing it to me for months. He's jealous of her.
- Because she likes you better? - No. She likes him better.
- Then why doesn't she go out with him? - Because she can't stand him!
- Good old McWatt. - What's good about him?
He's carrying me on his manifest.
Every time he goes up, he files my name as a passenger.
I get my flight pay without having to do anything stupid like going up in a plane.
- Look! - What is he saying?
He's coming back!
- Who was it? - Hungry Joe.
We'll have to requisition a new photographer from Group.
Is there anything...
...I can do?
McWatt's still up there.
Doc Daneeka's up there, too.
I'm right here.
Come on down, McWatt.
Probably afraid to come down. He knows what kind of trouble he's in.
- He cut his engine. - McWatt!
Why doesn't Daneeka jump? He's got a chute.
I'm right here, Sergeant. I'm not in the plane.
Jump, Doc, jump!
Jump. Jump, Doc...
Please, jump.
Jump.
Poor Hungry Joe.
Poor McWatt.
Poor Doc.
Yeah.
Poor Doc.
I'll need a full report on this, Captain Yossarian.
Yossarian?
I haven't seen you in some time.
Not since...
- Snowden's funeral. - Snowden.
Do you want to say something, sir?
What?
I just wondered if you wanted to say anything.
No... No, no, I didn't actually know the young fellow.
It was his first mission.
- Did you know him, Danby? - No, I don't think I ever heard the name.
What was it?
- Snowden, I think. - Oh, yes.
Well, I'll... just read something.
Yes, you... you do that.
- Something wrong? - No, no.
I just thought I saw something.
- A naked man in the tree? - Yes, that's it.
- That's just Yossarian. - Oh...
Well, in that case...
"The Lord is my shepherd."
"I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures..."
Hey!
- I've been looking all over for you. - You should've looked for me here.
I don't want to butt in, but why aren't you wearing your uniform?
I don't want to.
Yossarian, I want you to do something for me.
I want to serve this to the men. Taste it and let me know what you think.
- What is it? - Chocolate-covered cotton.
- Are you crazy? - No good?
You didn't take the seeds out!
- Is it really that bad? - It's... it's cotton!
- They've got to learn to like it. - Why?
I saw a chance to corner the market in cotton. I didn't know there'd be a glut.
I've got warehouses full of it all over Europe. I can't get rid of it.
People eat cotton candy. This is better, it's made out of real cotton.
- People can't eat cotton! - They've got to. It's for the Syndicate.
It will make them sick. Try it yourself if you don't believe me.
I did, and it made me sick.
Look. Looks like a funeral.
They're burying the kid that got killed in my plane.
- What happened to him? - He got killed.
- What? - I said he got killed.
I'm sorry.
- He was your friend? - Maybe. I don't know.
- He was very old. - But he was a boy.
Well, he died. You don't get any older than that.
- Where do you work? - I'm not a whore.
I didn't say you were.
- I work in big American company. - Me, too!
You want to see me again? Why?
Why not?
You think I'm beautiful?
- I think you're perfect. - That's not true.
- It is true. - No.
See this?
Jesus, how did you?
Air raid.
- Germans? - Americani.
You do not want me now?
What are you talking about? I want you now.
- I want you to marry me. - You crazy.
- Why? - You can't want to marry me.
- Why not? - I'm not a virgin.
- So what? - Nobody wants a girl who is not a virgin.
I do. I wanna marry you.
Not possible... Because you're crazy.
- Why am I crazy? - Because you want to marry me.
You won't marry me because I'm crazy; I'm crazy because I wanna marry you?
- You're crazy. - Why?
Because I love you.
Ti amo. Ti amo molto.
How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?
Because I can't marry you.
Why you can't marry me? Because I'm not a virgin?
- No, because you're crazy! - You're crazy!
- You all crazy! - Why are we crazy?
Because you don't know how to stay alive.
And that's the secret of life.
But we have a war to win.
But America will lose the war; Italy will win it.
America's the strongest nation on earth.
The American fighting man is the best trained, the best equipped, the best fed.
Exactly. Italy, on the other hand, is one of the weakest nations on earth.
The Italian fighting man is hardly equipped at all.
That's why my country is doing so well, while your country is doing so poorly.
That's just silly! Italy was occupied by the Germans, and is now being occupied by us.
- You call that doing well? - Of course I do.
The Germans are being driven out, and we are still here.
In a few years, you'll be gone, and we will still be here.
You see, Italy is a very poor, weak country,
and that is what makes us so strong.
Strong enough to survive this war and still be in existence...
...long after your country has been destroyed.
What are you talking about? America's not going to be destroyed.
Never?
- Well... - Rome was destroyed.
Greece was destroyed. Persia was destroyed.
Spain was destroyed.
All great countries are destroyed. Why not yours?
How much longer do you think your country will last?
Forever?
Well, forever is a long time, I guess.
Very long.
Ciao!
Please, we're talking.
- We go to bed now? - No.
Would you go put some clothes on? You're practically naked.
I wish she wouldn't walk around like that.
It is her business to walk around like that.
- But it's not nice. - Of course it's nice.
She's nice to look at.
This life is not nice. I don't want her to do this.
- When we go to America, Nately? - When we go to America, Nately?
You will take her to America?
Away from a healthy, active life?
Away from good business opportunities? Away from her friends?
- Don't you have any principles? - Of course not.
No morality?
I'm a very moral man.
And Italy is a very moral country.
That's why we will certainly come out on top again,
if we succeed in being defeated.
- You talk like a madman. - But I live like a sane one.
I was a Fascist when Mussolini was on top.
Now that he has been deposed, I am anti-Fascist.
When the Germans were here, I was fanatically pro-German.
Now I'm fanatically pro-America!
You'll find no more loyal partisan in all of Italy than myself.
You're a shameful opportunist!
It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.
You have it backwards.
It's better to live on your feet than to die on your knees.
I know.
How do you know?
Because I am 107 years old.
How old are you?
I'll be 20 in January.
If you live.
- Ciao, Yossarian. - How are ya, how are ya?
We gotta go back. All the leaves have been cancelled.
Hello, my dear.
You give me a dollar? I pay you back when we get to America.
Just one... Just one.
One! Gimme that.
Come on, Dobbs. Milo's gonna fly us back.
- Why are the leaves cancelled? - I don't know.
Milo says the base is on some kind of alert.
Oh, yeah... Cathcart raised the number of missions to 80.
- 80? - Yeah.
He's mad because Captain Orr lost another airplane.
- Where? - Ditched coming back from Bologna.
Went down in the Mediterranean.
Air-Sea Rescue out there?
Yeah. They picked up everybody but Orr.
Will you fellas stay away from the airstrip tonight?
What for?
Just do as I say.
Stay in your tents.
Why?
- There it is. - What?
Orr's plane!
He'll find his way back. He always does.
He'll turn up. He'll sneak in with that rat-toothed giggle.
Aarfy, if anything happens to me, will you take care of my girl?
Listen to him: His girl!
- Yossarian? - Don't worry.
Nothing's gonna happen to you that won't happen to the rest of us.
Orr?
Orr.
- I'll be through in a minute. - No, you won't. You always say that.
And then I gotta watch you fit some thing into that masterpiece of junk.
Then I guess you haven't seen it.
What? You guess I haven't seen what?
A little square gasket, about this big.
- Have you seen it? - No.
- Then I'll have to start all over again. - Please don't do that.
- Why? - Because it gives me a terrible pain.
Why?
- Why what? - Why won't you fly with me?
What's that got to do with the pain that you and your bolts give me?
It's got everything to do with it.
Are you trying to tell me something?
Just... that if you were smart, you'd fly with me.
- You've already cracked up three planes. - Four.
I'm a good pilot.
- I don't want to end up in the ocean. - You'll thank me.
- For getting me drowned? - For finishing this stove.
Winter's coming.
You'll have heat, hot water... You'll be able to boil eggs and everything.
- Where are you gonna be? - I dunno...
Here and there.
No one wants to fly with you. You're a one-man disaster area.
- They're crazy. - I agree with them.
You're crazy.
Orr?
- Orr? - He's dead.
- Who's "he"? - He's just a kid from my home town.
He just died. They came from the States to see him.
- Get in the bed, will you? - What?
His mother, father and brother flew out here. They know he's dying.
- What do you want me to do? - Be him.
Just for a few minutes.
They came 5,000 miles to see you before you die.
- I'm not dying! - Of course you're dying. We're all dying.
They'll know. They came to see their son.
This is what they get. One dying boy is just as good as another. Or as bad!
- It won't work. - These people have come a long way.
I don't want to disappoint them. I'm sentimental about old people.
- What if they start crying? - They probably will start crying.
I'll wait outside the door, and if it gets sticky, I'll come in and break it up.
It won't work.
Do this for me and I'll do something for you.
- Will you ground me? - I can't.
You can fill out a slip that says I'm on the verge of a nervous collapse.
Sure I can.
But there's a catch.
- Catch-22. - Yes.
Group isn't going to approve my action.
They'll put you back on combat status and send me to rot in the Pacific.
- Oh, my God, here they are. - Start dying.
Do this for me and I'll send you to Rome on a five-day R and R.
He looks terrible.
- He's sick, Pa. - Harvey.
My name is Yossarian.
His name is Yossarian, Ma.
Yossarian... don't you recognize me?
I'm your brother John. Don't you know who I am?
- Sure I do. You're my brother John. - Pa, he knows me.
Yossarian, look, here's Papa.
- Say hello to Papa. - Hello, Papa.
Hello, Harvey.
His name is Yossarian, Pa.
- He looks so bad. - He's very sick.
The doctor says he's gonna die.
Harvey?
Ma, his name is Yossarian.
She doesn't remember things too good.
It's OK.
She can call me Harvey if she wants to.
Harvey.
- Don't worry. Everything will be all right. - I know.
We came from New York. We were afraid we wouldn't get here in time.
- In time for what? - To see you before you died.
What difference would it make?
We didn't want you to die by yourself.
What difference would it make?
He's getting delirious. He keeps saying the same thing over and over again.
- Harvey! - It's not Harvey, it's Yossarian.
What difference does it make? He's dying.
Listen, kid...
It's not bad.
I'm gonna put a tourniquet on it.
There. It's good.
It's a good bandage.
Cold.
Cold...
It's gonna be OK, kid.
We'll be home soon.
- Does the leg still hurt? - No.
Yossarian?
You in there?
Orr?
- Is that Orr, you son of a bitch? - It's me, Nately.
Nately. What's happening? Jesus, it's 3.30 in the morning.
It's Dobbs, we've got to stop him.
- What we gonna stop him for? - He's gonna kill the Colonel.
- Cathcart? - Yes.
Dobbs is gonna kill Colonel Cathcart?
- What's the matter with you? - It's the first sane thing I've ever done!
- They'll get you for murder! - Old Cathcart's the murderer!
- Come on, gimme the gun! - Take it easy.
- You've just got a few more missions. - You're crazy!
He'll raise the number again, and you know it!
He'll keep us flying missions till we're all dead.
What the hell do you care you crazy bastard? You wanna go home 'cause you're in love with that whore.
You happen to be talking about my fiancée.
I'm talking about the fiancée of any guy with ten bucks in his pocket
who doesn't mind risking a dose of several nerve shattering diseases
for 15 minutes of phony moans on a dirty mattress!
Nately!
Nately?
Nately!
Yossarian.
I think I hurt him.
He'll be all right.
Here he comes!
- Gimme the gun! - No, no, listen!
If he raises the number again, I swear I'll help you kill him!
- Really? - I swear.
Well, that's very reasonable of you.
- Something's going on. - What do you mean?
Milo and the Colonel are up to something.
They've been planning something.
- What's he doing? - Something. I dunno.
Why didn't they turn their lights on? What the fuck..!
Yossarian, listen!
What is this?
Look!
Jesus Christ!
Run, run, run!
All right, number 1 and 2, that was good.
- Thank you. What shall I do now, Milo? - Bank left and wait for instructions.
All right, Number 3. Be careful not to hit our storehouses at the end of the field.
Direct hit on the mess hall, if you please.
And Number 3...
Hold on, Number 3.
Yossarian, get off the field.
Take cover, Yossarian. You, too, Dobbs. Right, Number 3, let 'em go.
Bastards! Get out of there!
Yossarian, cut that out; those are our men you're shooting at. Take cover.
This is an M&M Enterprises operation.
Number 4 and 5, Number 3 did not get those supply sheds.
I told you men to come in low. Let's get right on target this time.
Shoddy work will not do.
Dobbs!
What are you doing, Yossarian? Get off the field!
I want to see you later. You're confined to the base. I won't forget this.
- The Air Force won't forget about this. - Don't be ridiculous!
What's good for M&M is good for the Air Force.
- There goes the bomb dump! - We had to get rid of that cotton.
The Germans promised to take it off our hands if we ran this mission for them.
- It's all part of the deal. - There goes the Officers' Club!
You made a deal with the Germans?
A contract is a contract. That's what we're fighting for.
Lieutenant Minderbinder speaking. Will you clear the field, please?
Following this bomb run, we will begin to strafe.
- Strafe?! - It's all part of the contract.
There goes Headquarters!
Nately!
- What's that? - He said, "Nately".
- Nately is dead. - I know that.
- Who's dead? - You're not.
You will be soon if we don't get at that knife wound.
- What's happening? - We're operating.
We're gonna take a little look around inside you.
We're gonna clean you out and stitch you up.
Hey...
Yossarian.
We've got your pal.
You heard me.
We've got your pal.
Who's my pal?
- What's he saying? - Something about his pal.
- Who's his pal? - I don't know; maybe it's Nately.
Nately's dead.
I know.
I wouldn't go in there. Something's happened.
I gotta go find Nately's whore.
I gotta tell her he's dead.
Wanna come with me?
Not now. I promised her some stockings and cigarettes.
For her family. I know them. First-class people.
OK.
- I'll see you later. - Sure.
Andiamo?
Yes, yes, we're going. Up to my room.
You better get off the streets soon. It's almost curfew; you don't have a pass.
- What happened? - Gone. All gone.
- Who? - All the poor young girls.
All gone. Taken away.
Who? Who took 'em away?
The white-hats.
The white-hats... The MPs?
Yes, the MPs.
Where did they take 'em?
Who knows? All gone.
- Where's the old man? - Gone.
- Gone where? - Dead.
What?
He was alive one minute, then he was dead.
He can't be.
Why not?
- Where did they take the girls? - I don't know.
They just came in and took them.
They must have had a reason. They couldn't just drag 'em away.
No reason.
- What right did they have? - Catch-22.
What? What did you say?
Catch-22.
How do you know it was Catch-22?
The girls said, "Why are you taking us away?"
The men said, "Catch-22".
The girls said, "What right do you have?"
The men said, "Catch-22".
All they kept saying was, "Catch-22. Catch-22".
- What does it mean? - Didn't they show it to you?
- Didn't you ask them to read it to you? - They don't have to show us Catch-22.
- Who says so? - The law says so.
What law?
Catch-22.
Milo! Milo!
Milo, I'm gonna kill you, you murdering son of a bitch!
Take it easy, don't hurt him.
I know how you feel, but it wasn't my fault.
- Who's fault was it? - No one's.
Nately was the victim of certain economic pressures. The laws of supply and...
You unbelievable bastard!
- Do you want me to take you to her? - Who?
Nately's whore. Aren't you looking for her?
- Do you know where she is? - Of course I do.
You're AWOL, Yossarian. I thought you knew better than that.
- Nately wouldn't do anything that dumb. - He's dead.
- Too bad. He was nice. - One of yours made a direct hit on him.
He died a rich man. He had over 60 shares in the Syndicate.
- He's dead. - His family will get it.
- He didn't have a family. - Then his parents get it.
They don't need it, they're rich.
Then they'll understand.
Ask for number 33.
Hello, Yossarian.
- I didn't know. - That I work for Milo?
- Everybody works for Milo. - Yeah.
Well, he told me to ask for number 33.
33...
$10, please.
No towel, Yossarian?
- Hello, Yossarian. - Hi, kid.
- Where's your sister? - In there.
- You give me a dollar? - Yeah.
- We go to America soon? - Sure, kid.
- Ciao, Yossarian. - Hi.
- You make love now? - No, no. Listen...
- I have to tell you something. - Nately?
Yeah.
- He's coming? - No, not exactly.
We go to America soon?
Yeah. Listen...
When we go?
Listen...
Nately's dead.
Brutto.
Brutto!
- T'ammazzo! - It wasn't me.
- It's not my fault! - T'ammazzo! Assassino!
He was my friend, you dumb bitch!
Assassino!
- I only raped her once. - You killed her.
I had to after I raped her. I couldn't let her go around saying bad things about me.
Why did you touch her at all? Why not get a girl off the streets?
Not me. I never paid for it in my life.
- Come on, get back, get back! - Back up, folks.
Aarfy, are you insane?
They're gonna throw you in jail.
You just killed a girl. She's lying out there in the street!
She has no right to be there, you know. It's after curfew.
Don't you realize what you've done?
You've murdered a human being! They can hang you!
I don't think they'll do that. Not to good old Aarfy.
They won't make a fuss over one Italian girl
when thousands of lives are lost every day.
Aarfy, they're coming to arrest you.
You can't take the life of another human being and get away with it!
They're coming to get you!
- Captain Yossarian? - Yes.
- You're under arrest. - But I didn't...
You're AWOL.
- We're sending you home. - What?
I said we're sending you home.
You have been making things terribly difficult for Colonel Cathcart.
The men are unhappy. Morale is beginning to deteriorate. It's all your fault.
It's his fault for raising the number of missions.
- It's your fault for not flying. - Have you no patriotism?
Wouldn't you give your life for your country? For Colonel Korn and me?
What have you and Colonel Korn got to do with my country?
You're a disgrace to your country! How did you get to be a captain?
- You promoted me. - That has got nothing to do with it!
Let me. Let me...
Captain,
I'd like to appeal to your better judgment one more time.
There's a mission about to start. You can get on that plane,
and we'll pretend that all of this never happened.
Yossarian,
won't it make you proud to know you served in an outfit
that averaged more combat missions per person than any other?
Don't you want to earn more unit citations and oak-leaf clusters on your Air Medal?
Don't you want to contribute further to this record by flying more missions?
No.
In that case we'll just have to send you home.
Of course, there's one catch.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Well, we will issue orders sending you back to the States,
and there's... one thing you have to do for us in return.
What would that be?
Like us.
Like you?
Like us.
You'll be surprised how easy it is to like us once you begin.
We're going to put you on Easy Street.
- Promote you to major. - Give you another medal.
- We're going to send you home a hero. - You'll have parades in your honor.
You can make speeches, raise money for war bonds...
And all you have to do is be our pal.
Say nice things about us.
Tell the folks at home what a good job we're doing.
Take our offer, Yossarian.
It's either that or a court martial for desertion.
What about the others? I'd be playing a dirty trick on them.
- They'll be happier when you're gone. - They have a war to win.
If they don't want any more missions, let them stand up and say so.
Precisely.
Exactly.
It's a deal.
Assassino!
Help!
Help him!
- What? - Help him! Help him!
- Help who? - Help the bombardier!
- I'm the bombardier, I'm all right. - Then help him. Help him!
I'm cold.
It's gonna be OK, kid.
We'll be home soon.
- Does the leg still hurt? - No.
There, there...
There, there.
- May we come in? - Sure.
- I see you're all alone. - Yeah.
Well, you're going home.
- I don't know if I am. - Sure you are.
I've your orders here. That parade they're rehearsing is for you.
You're a hero.
And you're gonna get a medal for stopping that Nazi from killing Cathcart.
That wasn't a Nazi.
That was Nately's whore.
She tried to kill me because I told her about Nately.
- But the Colonel said that it... - It's a deal I made with them.
They send me home a hero, and I say wonderful things about them back home.
That's a lousy deal, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Well...
Isn't it?
I don't know, I'm not here to judge you.
What are you here for?
I'm not too sure about that either.
What would you do if you were me?
I don't know. I mean, I'm... not you.
Imagine that you are me.
That's hard.
Sometimes I even have trouble imagining that I'm me, if you know what I mean.
I'm gonna call the deal off.
Let them send me home for flying over 50 missions, not for being stubborn.
Then they'd have to send home every man.
- That's their problem. - No.
It's your problem, because they'll court-martial you.
- Make the best of a bad situation. - No.
No what?
I've been lying in this bed for three weeks now thinking about it,
and all I know is I don't want to go to prison,
and I can't play Cathcart's game.
Well...
- What else can you do? - I can run away.
- You'll... desert? - Why not?
How'd you get off the base? That's insane.
That's why it's the only sensible thing to do.
They'll call you a coward. It's your country.
Oh, Christ, Danby. I've flown 55 missions.
I've fought for my country for three years, now I'll fight for myself.
- Suppose everyone felt that way? - I'd be a fool to feel any different.
What would your friends say?
I haven't got any. Nately was blown to bits.
McWatt killed himself.
Hungry Joe was chopped in two. Dobbs disappeared.
Aardvark's a murderer.
Doc Daneeka's a zombie.
They're all gone.
The only friend I had was Snowden, and I didn't even know him.
What about Orr?
Orr's at the bottom of the sea.
No, he isn't. Don't you know?
- Know what? - Orr is in Sweden.
What?
After 16 weeks at sea, Captain Orr was found by Swedish girl scouts.
- A miracle. - He rowed all the way.
- He rowed? - In that tiny little raft.
Think of that, all the way to Sweden!
- He'll sit out the rest of the war. - It's a miracle!
It's no miracle. He has to have planned it.
- He went to Sweden deliberately? - It's 3 or 4 thousand miles away!
He said that crash-landing was good practice.
- Planning it all this time. - Practicing getting shot down at sea.
On every mission that he flew!
No, no, no, that is a miracle.
Practicing getting shot down...
...in the sea!
He made it?
He made it!
That son of a bitch made it!
Are you crazy? Is he crazy?
If he made it, so can I!
- We gotta stop him. - I can do it, Danby!
- They'll catch you! - I can do it!
- This is insane! - I can do it!
- What about your clothes? - They won't recognize me out of uniform.
You'll be on the run with no friends. You'll live in danger of betrayal!
Ha-ha! I live that way now.
- Yossarian, for God's sake, hurry up! - So long, Chaplain.
- How do you feel, Yossarian? - Fine... Except I'm scared to death.
- You have to keep on your toes every minute. - I'll keep on my toes.
- You'll have to jump. - I'll jump.
Jump!
Edited by dingdongpogi