M*A*S*H Page #14
- TV-PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 25 min
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He produces and opens a small box, inside which, surrounded
by pure white cotton, a black capsule is displayed like a
rare jewel. Dago Red, meanwhile, preferring not to know what
happens from here on, makes his way out.
PAINLESS:
(scrutinizing the
capsule)
How do you take it?
DUKE:
(appearing at his
side with tumbler of
whiskey)
With whiskey. A good swallow first
and a big one afterwards. Speeds it
into the bloodstream.
Painless takes the tumbler from him with one hand, the capsule
with the other. He downs a good-sized swig of whiskey, then,
with the capsule in front of his face, hesitates.
PAINLESS:
You guys sure this'll do the job?
DUKE:
We wouldn't give you nothing but the
best.
TRAPPER:
HAWKEYE:
You want it straight? Medical history
records no instance of anyone taking
this particular prescription and
surviving.
PAINLESS:
Here goes nothing.
He pops the capsule into his mouth and washes it down with a
large drink of whiskey. Hawkeye gestures to the waiting
coffin. Painless gets up and lowers himself into it.
PAINLESS:
How much time do I have?
HAWKEYE:
Just about enough to say goodbye to
everybody.
(announcing)
Line up over here, men, if you want
to pay your last respects. Keep moving
and file on out when you're through.
PAINLESS:
I wonder, if Red's fix swings it for
me, what's heaven really like?
TRAPPER:
It's a bedroom where a man is always
at his peak and doesn't have to take
any time outs.
HAWKEYE:
And all the angels are built like
Lieutenant Dish.
The Last Supper guests are filing by the coffin, bending low
to shake Painless' hand and murmur words of farewell.
DUKE:
Drink up, Walt. One for the glory
road.
He holds the glass to Painless' lips, helps him down the
rest of the whiskey.
TIME LAPSE:
Hawkeye finishes checking a patient, looks to doorway and
sees lieutenant Dish standing there. He crosses to join her.
HAWKEYE:
Thanks for coming, Maria.
(takes her arm and
leads her through
exit)
Sorry it had to be so late.
Hawkeye and Lieutenant Dish walk from the Postop Ward.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
I couldn't have slept tonight anyhow.
HAWKEYE:
You're leaving tomorrow?
LIEUTENANT DISH:
In less than twelve hours I'll be on
my way.
HAWKEYE:
That's when the real strain starts.
Three weeks on a troopship.
(embraces her)
Poor baby.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
(kissing him)
Dear, sweet Hawkeye.
HAWKEYE:
Though I guess who it'll really be
rough on is your husband.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
You're on his side all of the sudden?
HAWKEYE:
A man would be more considerate. He
wouldn't come home to his wife a
nervous wreck.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
How would he avoid it... as if I
needed to ask?
HAWKEYE:
It could be a purely impersonal thing.
What matters is the therapeutic value
of relieving your tensions.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
You should have been a marriage
counselor.
(drawing his head
closer to hers)
But I'll show you what's wrong with
your theory.
They kiss passionately. Dish is shaken by it and that shows
in her voice when she continues making her point.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Do you think anything between us
could be impersonal? Or pure? You
better forget logic, because you're
proving why I shouldn't go to bed
with you.
HAWKEYE:
(after a moment of
massive internal
struggle)
I didn't mean with me.
It takes a couple of seconds for what he has said to penetrate
her consciousness. She looks at him incredulously.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
You're asking for somebody else?
HAWKEYE:
It happens to be a matter of life
and death.
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