See Here, Private Hargrove Page #5

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Oh, thank you.

Well, good night,

Miss Halliday.

I have enjoyed the pleasure

of your company exceedingly.

Please give my respects

to your aunt and uncle.

Good night, Private Hargrove.

I, too, have enjoyed

this evening,

and I want to thank you for

taking me to the nightclub

and the lovely supper party

at Joe's barbecue stand.

Well...

Oh...

[Whistling]

Hey, you two, come

here a minute.

I want to talk to you men.

I'm worried about Hargrove.

Has he done something

bad, sergeant?

No, and that's what

worries me.

Hang it, here it is Saturday,

and for a whole week now,

Hargrove has been the snappiest

model soldier on the post.

Not once... not one

single day, mind you...

has Hargrove been on K.P.

This week!

He's in love.

Yeah, and we fixed it for him.

Maybe the army ought

to give us a bonus.

The Fort Bragg Date Bureau...

privates Mulvehill and

Esty, sole proprietors...

arranged a rendezvous

for Private Hargrove,

and it took so well that

Hargrove's dead set

on being a success in the army

just so his girl will

be proud of him.

Well, that's great!

Say, maybe you could tell the old

man what we did for Hargrove

so he'd send us some business.

I'll see him right away.

All right, that's all.

Inspection any minute now.

Get ready.

[Whistling]

Shoes out of line.

That's worth a gig.

Snap into it.

Hey, Hargrove, is it true

you're studying

to be a general?

Well, not right

away, naturally.

It will take time, I guess.

Ah, love, your magic

spell is everywhere.

No, not everywhere.

Not in Fayetteville, North

Carolina, for instance.

What's that? You mean, she gave

you the brusheroo so soon?

She has to go

back to New York.

And you won't see her again?

And how... right after

the noon whistle...

And then far into the night.

And then she goes.

Maybe I could fix it for you to

get a convalescent furlough.

The sergeant thinks you must

be out of order someplace

because you haven't been on K.P.

all week.

Sergeant:
On your

toes now, men.

The up-to-the-minute

snappy soldier

keeps his quarters and

personal belongings

in continual meticulous order.

Sure.

So that no inspection,

no matter how sudden,

worries him in the least.

Hargrove, stow that

typewriter in your locker.

I don't want to see it again.

Oh, yes, sergeant. I forgot.

Sergeant:
Come on, hurry up!

[Rattling locker]

Corporal:
Hut!

Prepare for inspection.

That shirt's a little

too long, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Don't you have a housewife?

Yes, sir.

Well, use it.

Sergeant, check all

socks for holes.

Yes, sir.

All lockers should be open

for inspection, Hargrove.

Yes, sir. It sticks

sometimes, sir.

I couldn't get the

door open, sir.

Yes, I know... they

do that sometimes.

I had the same trouble...

Until I learned a little

trick with the handle.

Now, watch.

It's really quite simple.

[Locker door rattling]

Easy does it.

Of course, some of them are

different than others.

It's just like squeezing the

trigger on your carbine.

Hit the dirt!

I'm sorry, sir.

See, the typewriter was on...

attention!

Hiya, Hargrove!

[Whistle blowing]

There goes the whistle.

Thought you had a date.

I have. Just want to give

him a chance to clean up.

Hey, Hargrove!

Not that way, this way.

We work right up to

the service club.

Oh, corporal, not up there!

Uh, there's a nice,

dirty pavement

full of stuff to clean up.

Let's tackle that, huh?

You can tackle that tomorrow if

you don't do as you're told.

Go on, get busy.

There she is. She'll

be knocking off

any minute to go

meet Hargrove.

I know, I know.

What you gonna tell her...

or ain't ya?

Sure, sure, but I haven't got

this yarn quite straight yet.

This has got to be good.

Why did he give himself

such a big buildup?

It's no crime to be stuck

on a street-cleaning detail.

Let's see... Filled

her so full of con

about what a great

soldier he is,

now he's scared to let her see

him with a shovel and a broom.

Come here.

Go see if he's headed

this way.

All right.

Bye-bye. Bye.

Are you off duty so soon?

Yes, Miss Carol.

To arms! The

redcoats are coming!

Are you boys all right?

I was just thinking about

some things that...

sit down.

Sorry, I'm a little late now.

I'm going to meet your

colleague, Private Hargrove.

Hargrove?

Well, yes, of course.

Do you mean to say that you

don't know about Hargrove?

We thought you knew.

Well... What happened?

Measles. [Gasps]

German measles.

Those rats will

stop at nothing!

Oh, no!

Oh, yes.

He woke this morning

with a fever and...

Little red spots

on his forehead.

Well, you know Hargrove,

what a soldier he is.

He just wouldn't

answer sick call.

He wanted to continue

with some important work

he was doing for the

commanding officer.

But he just couldn't make it.

Oh, the poor kid.

Oh, can I see him?

I'm afraid not.

Contagion, you know.

Ahem.

Excuse me.

Oh, he's got a date. He's just

watching out for her.

If there's any message

you'd like to send Hargrove,

I'd be glad to take it.

Can you see him?

Hmm? Oh, no! No,

of course not,

but I can slip him a note.

Oh. Well...

Tell him I'm sorry

about our date

and about his

being sick and...

I'll write to him.

The enemy is at our gates!

We're sunk!

All right! Um, um...

Don't rush off.

I'd better. I don't

want to miss the bus

if I'm going back into town.

Private Esty, why don't

you show Miss Carol

the shortcut to the bus

stop through the back door.

Oh, yes, it's...

back door? Bus stop?

What is the matter

with you two?

Well, uh... As long as

you've forced me...

He's crazy about you.

Uh, uh, yes, I...

Let's sit down and

talk it over, huh?

And your best friend in

bed with the measles!

You ought to be shot!

Corporal:
Hargrove,

get to work!

Hello, Carol.

They told me you were sick.

I feel sick.

Sorry, lady, you'll

have to break it up.

Oh, corporal, give us

just a second, will you?

She has to go away. Just

let me say good-bye.

Ok, but make it fast.

Uh...

Uh, Carol, honest, I'm sorry.

I got into trouble. I knocked

the C.O. flat on his back.

On purpose?

No, it was an accident, but...

Well, they slung

me on this detail,

and I didn't want

to tell you, so...

Well, now you know.

I don't care.

Yeah, but the worst

part of it is that

tonight I'm confined

to barracks.

Oh... I was sort of looking

forward to tonight.

Ok, lady! He's got

to get back to work.

All right.

[Horn honks]

Here comes my bus.

Good-bye.

[Men jeering and whistling]

It's a pleasure!

Can I help you, baby?

So long, Hargrove!

I'm... I'm sorry

about tonight!

Hey, Hargrove, lean

on that broom!

Ok, cupid!

That for the army, the

battery commander,

all first sergeants, and K.P.!

And this is for you, you

mechanical traitor!

Ooh! Ooh!

That evil, fiendish

conglomeration

of diabolical machinery

is going to go

straight on the

government scrap heap!

Oh, the things I could write

about this army from now on.

Well, just get me a

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