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Metzenbaum.
‐HAWKEYE: Any time, Frank. ‐Quiet.
Well, just do something
before the patient dies of boredom.
Well, if Kwang were half an assistant,
he'd have the instruments in my hands
without my thinking.
What's that for? Oh, right.
Can I be of any help?
Careful, Father, he'll cut right through your beads.
I don't need this abuse!
We do.
Hey, come on, people, just once, huh?
Well, thank the stars.
Someday this'll all be over,
and I can go home and hang up my shingle.
"Frank Burns, Exterminator."
Colonel!
‐McIntyre. ‐Pierce!
‐Colonel! ‐Richardson.
(clang)
Now you see what you've done?
‐Sorry, Doctor. ‐MULCAHY: I'll get it.
Now, that is the work of a bungling incompetent.
Don't be so hard on yourself, Frank.
You stay out of this, you buttinski!
Now what?
Between this inept orderly
and the backbiting in here‐‐
I did not bite his back,
but I did pinch his tushy.
Sorry, Father.
W‐What exactly is a tushy?
I cannot work in this madhouse!
Find us a sane war somewhere, Frank.
Get us two seats down front.
It's the same thing every time in the O. R.
with those two boobs‐‐
tension, insults, bickering.
Frank, I don't know why you let them bother you.
You know you're a good surgeon.
Of course I know I'm a terrific surgeon.
Who said "terrific"? I said "fair."
You said "good."
I think all you docs are doing a great job.
Oh, thanks, McShane, but saving lives,
that's all in a day's work.
Well, let's all have a slice of humble pie.
Doctor,
I hope my clumsiness
in no way interfered with your performance today.
Hey, you express yourself real good, Mr. Kwang.
Oh, you can bet he memorized that speech.
Can't you tell, Frank? I'm a ventriloquist.
Try it again. I think your lips moved.
An apology is not enough, Mr. Kwang.
You're going to have to shape up around here.
Or we won't save your country.
Come on, Frank. Get off his back.
He does good work.
Well, why do you reserve all your praise for them?
How come you never have a "good job"
to a clean‐cut boy like McShane here?
‐Good job, clean‐cut boy. ‐Oh.
Take two Norman Rockwells out of petty cash.
Oh, thank you.
Thank God Henry runs the hospital.
The war'd be no fun without him.
Makes you glad he mugged that med student
and stole his diploma.
Oh, Mr. Kwang.
Why don't you join us for the happy hour?
Thank you, sir.
Hope you like martinis.
We've got some new Beefeater's formaldehyde.
I'll play bartender.
Oh, that's nice.
He has a cleanliness fetish.
Mr. Kwang?
Thank you, Doctor.
First of all,
we'd like to apologize for Frank Burns
on behalf of the United States‐‐
as well as Canada and Mexico.
Please don't let him bother you.
He's harmless,
unless you're under his care.
He's under a lot of tension.
Unlike the rest of us,
who are just over here to put on The Student Prince.
You know, your command of our language
is really very impressive.
Thank you, sir.
You must have studied somewhere.
You certainly can't learn English from Americans.
I was a student at the University of Seoul
when the war broke out.
So much for school.
Walking there one day,
two soldiers jumped out of a truck
and threw me into the back.
At that moment,
I realized I'd volunteered.
Yeah, we've heard a lot
about those draft board trucks.
They get about 22 recruits to the gallon.
Eliminates the suspense of wondering
if you can pass the physical.
Fortunately, I was sent to the 121st hospital,
where a medical officer felt
I had surgical aptitude.
I'm very grateful to him.
Well, let's face it:
medical officers are sweethearts.
I welcomed the transfer here,
since your reputation as skillful surgeons
is well known.
Somebody's reading those leaflets we dropped.
Tipseedah.
‐Shalom. ‐Also.
I have only one regret in being sent here.
What is it? We're publishing a catalogue.
When I was drafted, I did not have chance
to say goodbye to my wife.
I have not seen her since.
Well, that's no sweat.
We'll get you a three day pass.
I've tried. They said impossible.
Naturally. Every unit is assigned an impossible officer.
Leave it to us, Mr. Kwang.
MAN (on P. A.): Attention.
Will all doctors assigned to premarital exams
please report for duty?
Ah, I hear the Korean love call.
Doctor, thank you very much.
A pass just takes a lot of ingenuity.
And a little forgery.
‐One for the road? ‐I better not.
It takes a steady hand for a Wasserman.
In a minute, Mother.
‐In a minute. ‐Sign this, sir.
Everything seems to be okay here, Sergeant.
Ditto here, too.
Just take this over to the colonel,
and he'll sign your adoption papers.
I'm not gonna adopt her, Doc.
She's gonna be my bride.
Of course, she'll make a charming little wife.
You can get her into the movies for half price.
Over here.
You got any three day passes on you?
I don't want to get in Dutch.
You wanna see any more books on reproduction?
Wait here.
We are not giving away teeth.
No teeth today.
Just sign there, sir.
Well, you're not getting married, are you, Radar?
Uh, not to my knowledge, sir.
Well, then, can't it wait?
I mean, I've got so many things to sign,
I don't even know what I'm signing.
Yes, sir.
Top secret, sir.
Oh? Well, what is it?
Well, I'm not supposed to know,
but you must know,
otherwise they wouldn't want you to sign it.
Right.
So if you'll just sign below my hand there,
I'll just, uh, close my eyes and‐‐
Gotcha.
‐Okay. ‐Thank you, sir.
Oh, Radar,
will you get the keys to the teeth?
‐Uh, yes, sir‐‐ teeth. ‐Gonna get you some teeth.
Get the keys, and then the teeth.
One three day pass.
Bless your little belly button.
Keys for the teeth.
Ready for the next?
Okay, Father.
Uh, hi, Docs.
McShane.
Yeah, I‐I, uh, came for a physical.
I‐I'd like to get married.
Does Judge Hardy know about this?
You interested in a local girl?
Yes, sir. Soong Hi.
Uh‐huh.
Uh, look, uh, we'll be right with you, okay?
Just a minute.
Uh, haven't we seen her somewhere before?
Yeah, at Rosie's Bar.
She's been on that same stool
‐through two wars. ‐Mm‐hmm.
With a change maker in her purse.
Um‐‐ Uh, would you, uh, just, uh...
Wait over here for us.
Yeah, and, uh, Private, could we, uh‐‐
We'll be just a minute.
Will you four lovely people
just come along with me, please?
Where did you meet this woman?
She's hardly a woman, sir.
She's only 21 years old.
(chuckling)
Her mascara's older than that.
Sir?
Sorry.
Look, kid, when you're this far away from home,
your perspective gets a little out of whack,
you start to lose your objectivity.
And she gets your P. X. card.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's‐It's not like that, sir.
We really love each other.
You written home about this?
No, sir.
When you walk into the house together,
your mother's gonna fall into her apple pie.
While it's still in the oven.
You know that I don't have to ask for your permission,
only a physical.
Look, kid,
it's rough over here for all of us‐‐
fetid water, Civil War leftovers.
I personally know three bedbugs
by their first names,
but that's not gonna go on forever.
Yeah, why can't you just, uh, wait
for a couple of months or so?
‐Why? ‐Call it a cooling off period.
But I don't want to cool off.
I wanna get married now.
Couple of months isn't very long
for two people who are really in love.
Yeah.
All right, I'll wait.
‐Good. ‐But just two weeks.
Okay, two weeks.
Right, that'll make the gang
at the malt shop very happy.
HAWKEYE: Radar, if you're gonna eat pickles, don't touch the cards.
Even when I get a good hand, it stinks.
TRAPPER: I open for a half.
‐I'm in. ‐Me too.
All right. I'll see you, and I'll raise you‐‐
Where's my other chip?
Well, don't look at me.
What, you want to search us?
‐Radar. ‐Yeah?
‐You ate my chip. ‐I did?
Probably the only digestible thing he's had all night.
Is it possible?
Captain, are you in or out?
All right. I'll raise you a half,
and I'm shy one chip that Radar ate.
And if you don't believe me, I'll have him X‐rayed.
‐You in? ‐Oh, yeah.
Call.
‐In. ‐Call.
What do you want, Radar?
Um... Um, three cards.
And a glass of mineral oil.
‐Gimme three. ‐Uh‐huh.
I'm pat.
Gimme one.
Dealer takes one.
Okay, you're the raiser. What do you say?
Uh, check.
‐Check. ‐I bet a buck.
‐Call. ‐I'm shy four.
‐A buck? ‐El fold‐o.
Two pair‐‐ bullets and jacks.
Ha‐ha! Flush. Ha ha ha!
Henry...
they're all the same color.
Too bad they're not the same suit.
Two, three, four hearts, and a diamond.
I gotta get some R and R.
Three treys, or trey threes, if you like.
The rich get richer.
The soul of grace.
Why do the officers win the big pots
when they got everything else goin' for 'em?
Don't give me any of that poor G.I. crapola, Zale.
You mailed home three jeeps and two‐thirds of a truck.
You're not doing that, are you?
I know in my next life I'd want to be an offiicer.
I had you down for pussycat.
It's not just the money.
You officers live better, you eat better,
and then there's the nurses.
You think we like playing around with the nurses?
We have to. It's part of their recruiting program.
If there was one of those big‐mouth sergeants here,
he'd say "Blow it out your stethoscope, sir."
Some enlisted men aren't even allowed to fall in love.
Jacks and better.
They can fall in love with anybody they want,
as long as it's another enlisted man.
‐Danny McShane's in love. ‐Uh‐huh.
Radar, we're trying to do him a favor.
McShane's a lonely kid a long way from home.
‐He's all mixed up. ‐ZALE: Oh?
Did you ever see him lay down a flush
with four hearts and a diamond?
Open for a buck.
Don't make it sound like we're breaking up
Donald O'Connor and Peggy Ryan.
That woman's got a lot of miles on her clock.
Yeah, but it's his decision, sir.
I don't know. Maybe we should butt out.
So what if she only wants to take him?
Look, on a cold night in Korea,
with the wind blowing in off Siberia,
you can't get warm shackin' up with your P. X. card, you know.
You got a touch of the poet in you, Zale.
‐(shouting) ‐You hear that?
‐Sounds like a fight. ‐Get out!
Don't tell me you've got a pass. I want to see it.
Probably another attempt on the cook's life.
‐Come on. ‐Let's go.
Come on, come on.
I believe you will find
it has been duly and properly authorized
by the commanding officer.
Oh, shut up. I heard enough of your pidgin English.
This is a forgery, fella.
FRANK: Where do you think you're going?
‐Gimme three cards. ‐Oh, stop him! Stop that man!
‐Shouldn't somebody see what's happening? ‐Sentry, stop that man!
Maybe one of you officers ought to rush out there
‐and make a decision. ‐Move it! I warned you!
(gunshot)
That sounded like a shot fired in anger.
Uh, Radar, go take a look.
Me, sir?
Now's your chance for that next life.
‐Colonel Blake? ‐Yo.
Did you authorize this pass
for that Korean national what's‐his‐name?
‐Hey! ‐Don't point that gun.
‐Come on, put it away, Frank. ‐Which one?
The one who fakes English so literate. Mr. Kwang.
I didn't give him a pass.
‐I thought as much. ‐Hey, can we play cards?
It has my signature.
I knew it was a forgery!
‐Yes, sir, that is your signature. ‐It is?
‐Yeah, see the fat "K" and the skinny "A"? ‐Yeah.
‐I'd know your A‐K anywhere, sir. ‐It's your bet.
I caught him climbing into a truck,
and when I saw the fake pass,
I ordered him down, but he's run off.
Now, you can charge him with desertion.
Let me bet first.
Is that why we heard a shot outside?
Well, I fired a warning, but he just kept running.
Frank, will you put that gun down?
It's as offensive a weapon as your mouth.
Okay, scaredy cat,
but I can handle a firearm
with the best of 'em.
(shouting)
‐Sirs? ‐That's us.
Uh, someone in your tent to see you sirs.
‐Male or female? ‐Uh, male.
Well, you can't win 'em all.
Sir, could I have that book now?
I got an hour off,
and I got‐‐ I got an hour off. Hello.
My luck is still lousy.
Look who's here.
Gentlemen.
Dr. Pak, isn't it?
I'm flattered you remember me, sir.
I recognized the dirt under your nails.
Still doing those phony operations
with the fake stitches?
And using hair cream for penicillin?
I examined one of your patients, Doctor.
He still had pneumonia,
but I must say you cleared up his dandruff.
If you are finished, sirs,
I would like to make you a proposition.
In conjunction with my medical practice,
I am in a new business.
Headstones?
I understand you are trying to prevent the marriage
of Private McShane and a Miss Soong Hi.
What's it to you?
I am prepared to offer each of you $250
if you okay her physical.
Just what business are you in?
Marriage broker.
I arrange matches between Korean girls and G. I. s
to enable the girls to go to your wonderful stateside.
Ah. Where they, uh...
Work for some friends of mine.
Uh‐huh, night work.
250 bucks apiece, huh?
In the future, I assure you more money,
but Private McShane insisted
on a thousand dollars for himself.
This marriage was made
just a few feet lower than in heaven.
Clean‐cut American boy.
Those freckles must be pasties.
You know, sir,
you might just go down in medical history.
How's that?
As the first doctor
to set two broken legs,
and both of them his own.
‐Come on, come on back! ‐Hey! Hey!
Mr. Kwang.
You know you're up on desertion charges?
I was trying to get to my village.
Who isn't?
I received word from my wife.
She is about to give birth to our first child.
Well, why didn't you tell us?
C.O.'s this way, fellas.
Yeah, you wait outside now. We'll do the talking.
I'm going to be a father!
Good, you can pass out cigars to the firing squad.
Henry, you can't charge a man with desertion
if he had a pass signed by you.
And you can't call it a forgery.
It's got your signature on it.
A person can't forge his own name.
Radar, let me see the pass again.
‐Here's the pass again, sir. ‐Thank you.
I just don't remember signing this.
Well, who's to blame if you have amnesia?
Aw, don't give me that amnesia bit.
I remember seeing this last night at the poker game.
BOTH: What poker game?
Radar, didn't we play poker last night?
If you say so, sir.
Oh, I get it,
you're trying to gaslight me, right?
Come on, Henry, let him go.
No! It's not that easy.
I mean, I got people writing reports on me all the time.
Every move I make is watched.
Frank. What are you doin'?
Security. Just checking the lock.
With your ear?
Get out, Frank.
Well, I never meant to come in.
‐Henry! ‐Henry, this is an emergency.
Mr. Kwang's wife is having a baby.
Her first.
And what makes it really exciting
‐is Mr. Kwang's the father. ‐Uh‐huh.
Aw, gee, sir, it sure would be swell
if we could get this Korean mommy and daddy
with their little baby all together
in the same place.
Will you cut it out?
All right, he can't have the pass,
but I will drop the charges.
‐Oh! ‐Henry, that's very decent of you.
Would you like to try for human?
Yeah, what about Mr. Kwang's wife?
Can't we do something for her?
Hey, there's a war on, remember?
Most of these women have to have their babies
in a rice paddy and then go back to work.
Henry, we all saw The Good Earth.
Hey, what is that?
A 20‐year‐old movie.
We're getting that next week.
Hey, I would like to give Mr. Kwang a pass,
but there'd be hell to pay at H. Q.
All right, then Radar and I will go.
Where?
To pick up Mrs. Kwang. She can have her baby here.
Oh, fine, fine. That's all we need is a baby.
‐Come on. ‐You know, we don't have
any diapers around here or anything.
Can we borrow some of your shorts?
Okay.
The village is Quang Sun,
east ten miles off the main road.
Pretty close to enemy lines.
Quite so, Doctor.
Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.
How close is it to the Chinese?
Well, I don't want to scare you, Radar,
but the grocery stores are stocking up
‐on fortune cookies. ‐Ha‐ha, sir.
How do you wish me good luck in Korean?
(speaking Korean)
I thought so.
(knock on door)
Come in.
Uh, you sent for me, Doc?
Ah, yeah, McShane.
Come on in.
Sit down.
I, uh, just wanted to congratulate you
on your, uh, upcoming wedding.
Well, thank you, sir.
Oh, I heard that you and Captain Pierce
had given Soong Hi her physical.
I sure do appreciate that, sir.
I imagine you're gonna have quite a honeymoon.
Well, I'm trying to scrape up enough money
to go to Tokyo, sir.
Well, you can go further than that on a thousand bucks.
Sir?
Now don't play Huck Finn with me, kid.
Dr. Pak told us all about the racket.
I don't know any Dr. Pak, sir.
The doctor with the Parker Brothers diploma.
He gives you a thousand clams
to marry Broadway Rose East,
then, after the ceremony, you two part company.
She goes to work for Pak's friends in the States
at the corner of 42nd Street and somewhere.
And you run to the post office for a money order.
Really, sir‐‐
You give me one more "sir,"
and I'm going to prescribe a 24‐hour enema.
Okay, okay.
Now, listen, why shouldn't an enlisted man
get in on the gravy?
Hey, everybody else is making a buck over here.
Why shouldn't I?
(knocking on door)
Yeah?
Radiology, Doc.
Thanks.
D‐Don't sweat it, Captain.
Call the thousand dollars the bride's dowry,
an old Korean tradition.
Hey, boy next door.
There's another old Korean tradition.
It's called tuberculosis.
What?
I'm afraid there's a shadow on the lung
of the former future Mrs. McShane.
Come on, you're just saying that to blow my deal.
Your deal is blown.
Take a look.
Of course, at a thousand bucks a shot,
I'm sure you'll be able to find true love again.
How long is the trip back to the base, sir?
About three hours.
How long have we been on the road?
A little over 15 minutes.
Now I'm sorry we weren't captured.
(moaning)
‐You having pains? ‐Yes, sir.
I was talking to Mrs. Kwang.
Ma'am?
Is it one long, steady pain,
or does it come and go?
The pain comes, and the pain goes.
Mine's one long, steady one.
Uh‐oh.
Really?
I think she's going into labor.
What does that mean?
It means she's about to give birth.
Right here? On this bus?
In front of me?
Yeah, right here in this bus.
What do I do, give her a transfer, tell her to wait?
I mean, I need your help.
Can you get up, please?
Come back here, okay? Take it easy.
Be careful.
Don't strain yourself.
‐Gently. ‐She can get up here.
Easy. I'm gonna lift you now.
‐All right, watch your head. ‐Easy. Oh!
Listen, maybe if we lift her feet up,
it'll slow things up a little.
Go get my bag.
Where were you when they were teaching this in school?
I must have been out that year.
I'm gonna need your help.
But I'm no good at delivering babies!
When the cat had kittens, they sent me to the movies!
Radar, there's nothing to it. It's a natural experience.
So is fainting!
Aah!
Don't worry, you'll be all right.
Um, shouldn't I get some hot water or something?
There's no time for that.
I'd be very glad
to get out and look for some.
Maybe there's a hot river near here‐‐
‐Radar! ‐...like at Yellowstone!
Come on, I need your help. Just hold her hand.
She and I will do the rest.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.
You'll be all right.
Oh, sure, easy for you.
Oh, don't do that!
Aah!
MRS. KWANG: (moaning)
RADAR: Oh, my God!
(baby crying)
It's a boy, Mr. Kwang.
He and his mother are doing fine.
I cannot thank you enough, Doctor.
Tough delivery?
Fortunately, I brought along a specialist.
(baby crying)
That is one cute little fella.
Thank you.
Isn't he somethin'?
"Radar Benjamin Franklin Trapper John Henry Kwang."
Radar, you got top billing.
For giving me the pass.
For giving you‐‐ Radar.
He didn't mean what he meant, sir.
‐I want you to sign my name. ‐Uh, sir, I have something‐‐
‐I want you to sign my name. ‐Sir, I never signed‐‐
‐Hey, hey‐‐ ‐Hey, hold it.
‐This is a hospital! ‐I know. I come here all the time.
‐Really? ‐Oh, yeah. Haven't you seen me here?
Yeah, you're the doctor in Ward C?
Yes, I did that wonderful appendectomy...
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