M*A*S*H
- TV-PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 25 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. LANDING AREA OUTSIDE 4077TH MASH – DAY
Our attention is concentrated on a sign reading: "THIS IS
WHERE IT IS – PARALLEL 38." Below these words, arrows point
to "NORTH KOREA" in one direction, "SOUTH KOREA" in opposite
one. Two Air Rescue helicopters are coming in low from the
north, descending to a point just outside the entrance to
Transferring our attention to the helicopters, our gaze goes
from the first sign to a second one, on which all we can
read at first are the very large letters: "M-A-S-H." Moving
closer to the helicopters as they hit the ground, we can
make out the rest of the sign. Above the four large letters
it says:
"4077TH," and then we see there is the remainder ofa word following each of the large letters, but in much
smaller print, so that "M-A-S-H" becomes "Mobile Army Surgical
Hospital." The helicopters land and enlisted men of the U.S.
Army Medical Corps Carry two wounded soldiers from each into
the Admitting Ward.
LIEUTENANT COLONEL HENRY BLAKE, a permanent member of the
Medical Corps and Commanding Officer of the 4077th, watches
grimly as the wounded are borne from the helicopters into
his hospital. CORPORAL "RADAR" O'REILLY, with a long thin
neck, large ears and a knack for anticipating his Colonel's
wishes, moves up close behind him.
HENRY:
(loudly)
O'Reilly!
RADAR:
(at his side)
Yes, sir?
HENRY:
Dammit, Radar, wait till I call you!
Tell Major Burns...
RADAR:
One of the surgeons from the day
shift will have to stay on duty
tonight?
HENRY:
Yes, dammit, and...
He interrupts himself, frightened by the intense expression
on Radar's face. The Corporal's head is turning back and
forth like an actual radar receiver, monitoring the northern
horizon where the valley of a river meanders between
mountainous ridges.
HENRY:
O'Reilly, what is it?
(appalled at the
thought)
There aren't more choppers coming?
RADAR:
I'm afraid so, Colonel.
HENRY:
We've got too many wounded for us to
handle now! Get on the phone right
away and...
RADAR:
Yes, sir, I'll see if I can reach
General Hammond in Seoul for you.
You think he'll finally break down
and give us two more surgeons?
The DISTANT SOUND of more HELICOPTERS becomes faintly audible
to the normal human ear, and a moment later one appears over
a ridge.
TIME LAPSE:
EXT. MOTOR POOL AND RAILROAD DEPOT – 325TH EVACUATION
HOSPITAL – YONG-DONG-PA – DAY
Two officers come from opposite directions toward a Jeep,
each carrying a Valpac and trailing a barracks bag. Though
they still wear such later-to-be-discarded refinements as
captain's bars on their caps and overcoats, they are far
from West Point standards in dress and manner. DUKE, 29, is
still solidly built like the fullback he once was. HAWKEYE,
28, a former end, is taller and rangier, wears glasses. Their
accents, Georgia and Maine respectively, are in sharp
contrast. A MOTOR POOL SARGEANT who has driven the Jeep up
climbs out.
MOTOR POOL DRIVER
You the guys going to the 4077th?
DUKE:
I'm one of 'em.
HAWKEYE:
(state of Maine
affirmative)
Ayuh. I'm the other then.
As they stow their gear in the back of the Jeep.
MOTOR POOL SARGEANT
Lots of luck.
He leaves.
HAWKEYE:
My name's Hawkeye Pierce.
DUKE:
Duke Forrest.
Hawkeye takes the driver's seat. Duke, getting into the right-
hand side, has no objection, just a question.
DUKE:
You got directions?
HAWKEYE:
Ayuh, only it's early, I need a drink
to wake me up.
DUKE:
I got some.
He turns around and opens his barracks bag, where he finds a
pint bottle conveniently located near the top.
HAWKEYE:
Make it yourself, or is it real?
DUKE:
Georgia, where I come from, it's
real if you make it yourself. But I
been buying from the Yankee Government
since they put me in this soldier
suit and give me a rate.
HAWKEYE:
Tax-free booze. It's about all you
can say for army life.
DUKE:
(passing bottle)
Where you from with that crazy way
of talking?
HAWKEYE:
Crabapple Cove. Maine.
DUKE:
Damn! That must be about as far north
as you can get.
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