M*A*S*H Page #5
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- Year:
- 1972
- 25 min
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LIEUTENANT SCORCH
Second pint.
HAWKEYE:
Duke...
Duke has just examined a patient. He takes a step towards
Hawkeye.
HAWKEYE:
This kid's ready but we won't know
all the damage till we get in and
see what's happened. What have you
got?
DUKE:
Nothing can't wait. Shall we check
it out with the Major?
He indicates a Major who is standing a short distance away,
looking like a boss but not actually doing anything. Also in
Admitting Ward are, Murrhardt, Lieutenant Dish, PFC Seidman,
Corporal Judson.
HAWKEYE:
Naw, I already found out. The only
thing he doesn't like about being in
charge is making decisions.
TIME LAPSE:
NOTE:
All principal cast should be available for all operatingscenes.
There are three operations going on at once. Here all
personnel wear white caps and masks and it is hard to identify
individuals except that at close range we can distinguish
Hawkeye by his glasses and Duke by his eyes and his build.
They are working together with great efficiency and an
instinctive collaboration that seems to require no verbal
exchange. What we see them do, without necessarily recognizing
the portion of anatomy involved, is to cut out a section of
bowel damaged by a shell fragment, and start sewing the
divided ends together.
TIME LAPSE:
Hawkeye and Duke are working together on the last stages of
a leg amputation. This time there is no doubt about the
surgical process we are watching; we see the almost severed
leg and the process of controlling bleeding; then the limb
is actually separated from its stump and handed by Duke to a
corpsman. Hawkeye speaks to the nurse standing behind him.
HAWKEYE:
Hot pack.
Watching her dip the pack into a warm solution and wring it
out, he recognizes, despite cap and mask, that it is
Lieutenant Dish. His eyes linger on hers for a brief moment.
TIME LAPSE:
EXT. OUTSIDE OPERATING ROOM – NIGHT
Lieutenant Dish comes out of the Operating Room, tears in
her eyes, trying to control her sobs, and moves just outside
the circle of light from the fixture over the entrance. There,
no longer under observation, she lets herself cry. Hawkeye
comes out the door, registers surprise at the sight of her
just as if he hadn't followed her out. He moves to her side
and puts a comforting arm around her.
She looks up just long enough to see who it is, then buries
her head on his shoulder as his other arm goes around her.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Isn't this ridiculous, Doctor? Six
months I've been here and there are
still times when I can't stand it. I
just go to pieces.
HAWKEYE:
There's nothing ridiculous about it.
(turns her face up to
his)
A kid like you...
She doesn't move her head from the way he has arranged it,
and her lips are very close to his. He kisses her and it
turns out, from the ardent way she responds, that's what she
wanted him to do.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Thank you, Captain Pierce.
(her voice full of
need)
It's been so long.
HAWKEYE:
No trouble at all.
(then)
Hawkeye.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
How did you get called that?
HAWKEYE:
'The Last of the Mohicans.' Only
book my father ever read.
He kisses her again and again she clings to him.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
You're getting a workout, you and
Captain Forrest, your first night.
HAWKEYE:
It isn't always this rough?
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Oh, no. We have dull stretches every
week or so, thank God, when there's
nothing to do after midnight.
HAWKEYE:
They don't have to be dull. I mean
if you and me put our minds
together...
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Our minds?
HAWKEYE:
For a start. I just have a hunch...
well, it isn't entirely a hunch...
LIEUTENANT DISH:
You're an attractive man.
HAWKEYE:
You have a certain modest charm
yourself.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
(continuing her own
thoughts)
But I'm married.
HAWKEYE:
Something else we have in common.
LIEUTENANT DISH:
Very happily married.
HAWKEYE:
Same here.
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