See Here, Private Hargrove Page #9

Synopsis: Journalist Marion Hargrove enters the Army intending to supplement his income by writing about his training experiences. He muddles through basic training at Fort Bragg with the self-serving help of a couple of buddies intent on cutting themselves in on that extra income.
 
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1944
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with resources...

hidden resources.

Now, I know how much money you

had when you came to New York,

and it's been 6 days.

You can't have much left.

And these prices!

Did you wire Mulvehill

for more money?

Oh, now you must think

I'm really crazy.

Mmm.

Ah, and just think...

we walk right out and

leave the dishes.

What will they think of next?

Oh, uh, waiter.

The check, please.

Right away, sir.

Marion, you...

you didn't get an advance

on your book, did you?

No. The publishers are

still playing coy

about signing checks for it.

But then how did

you do all this?

Oh, this chitchat about money

is really very distressing

to a man of means, Carol.

Now, uh, what would you

like to do this afternoon?

The opera? A show? The...

oh, here we are.

Your check, private.

Yes.

Ah.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Oh... Captain.

Oh, that's perfectly

all right.

Marion Hargrove, where

is your wristwatch?

Why, uh... uh...

you pawned it!

Well, yeah, but

it's all right, Carol.

The man told me that

I could call him

anytime that I wanted to

know what time it was.

Ha ha!

We ready now?

Well, good-bye, son.

Good-bye, sir.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you. Good-bye,

Mrs. Halliday.

Thank you very much for

all that swell cooking.

Come and see us again when you

get your next furlough, Marion.

You bet.

Come on, we're holding

up a bridge game.

Good night.

Play them close to the vest.

Now remember, when

I kick you once,

it means I got good cards,

but no strong suit.

Well, shall we...

Go out somewhere?

Well, I don't know...

that's a wonderful suggestion.

Uh, ahem...

any M.P.s or sergeants around?

I don't see a one.

Good. I can relax.

Ahh...

Do you suppose your mother and father

really had a bridge date, Carol,

or were they just

being tactful?

Well, they do play bridge.

They're pretty swell

people, you know it?

I think so.

Hey, and this pipe

your father gave me...

oh, boy, it's strictly solid.

In fact, I like

everything about him.

Including his tobacco.

Oh, Carol...

I know what you're thinking.

Don't worry, though.

I do this for dad

all the time.

I know, but there's a

knack to it.

Now you mustn't

pack it too loose

or you mustn't

pack it too tight.

Here, try this.

Oh. You're a very

talented girl.

Am I?

Mm-hmm.

Pretty, too.

Really?

And you've got a very

good disposition.

Well, that's really something.

Oh, well, you know

what I mean, Carol.

You're fun to be with,

no matter what we do.

Just... just sitting

around, even.

Like this?

Mmm. Like this.

You know, even

while I was hoping

that some publisher

would say yes

about the book right away,

I was a little scared, too.

Scared? What about?

Well, if I had sold

it while I was here

and gotten some

money right away,

there's no telling what I

might have felt like doing.

I mean, we might

have even, uh...

well, you know what

I mean, Carol.

We might have

even got married.

Or... Something

crazy like that.

Well, that would

have been crazy,

wouldn't it?

I mean, you're in New York,

lots to do, people you like.

Well, you know what

I mean, Carol.

It wouldn't be fair.

Although it would mean

an awful lot to me.

But I want to feel

there's someone.

And then there'd be one

soldier who was mine.

I could write to you

and send you things...

oh, gee, Carol, that

would be swell.

Well, if I ever see action,

I'll make you proud of me,

even if I have to throw

garbage cans at the enemy.

Ha ha!

Hey, wait a minute...

I just remembered my train.

But that isn't for two hours.

Yeah, I know,

but we haven't even

started to say good-bye.

There. I got it at Fayetteville

for only 50 cents.

Pretty, isn't it?

Well, it's cheap, anyhow.

Will I give that lug a welcome

home when he gets here.

How do you like that nerve?

We finance the furlough,

we don't even hear

a peep out of him.

We don't even know

if he sold the book!

Ahh, who cares about the book?

I never thought

he'd sell it, anyhow.

What did you put

up the dough for?

Just to help the kid.

Say, if he stands to make

anything out of the book,

as far as I'm concerned,

he can keep...

that is a very

dangerous attitude.

I feel like telling Hargrove

what a rat you really are.

Me? Say, I...

suppose he gets a lot

of dough for this book.

If he keeps it all to himself,

he might get swelled head,

talk back to an officer,

wind up in the guardhouse!

Ho ho! What a fine

friend you are

to wish a thing like

that on Hargrove.

Who, me? Gee, fellas...

then it's agreed.

We stick together.

United we stand...

divided we divide up Hargrove.

Hey, fellas!

Hiya, kid!

Glad to see you, tiger!

Oh, fellas, I'm touched.

Deeply touched.

Why, this little demonstration

must have cost you

at least 75 cents.

Now what kind of an

attitude is that, Hargrove,

mocking our poverty?

Oh, I'm only kidding.

It's great to be back!

Ah, wonderful. Just

like a bed of spikes.

Come on, tell us.

Well, it was even better

than I'd ever expected.

Her father gave me this pipe.

Straight grain imported briar.

[Muffled]

Got a match?

Who's father? What pipe?

Carol's father. Don't you

want to hear about...

I want to hear about the

book, you lovestruck goon.

Book?

Yeah.

Oh, yes, the book!

Soldier:
Fall in for

retreat in 5 minutes!

Well, what about the book?

Well, I expect to hear

from them any day now.

It looks good.

In fact, I think a firm

is going to take it.

But let me tell

you about caro...

what firm? How much dough?

When?

Well, not much right

away, naturally.

However, if it's accepted,

I'll get a few hundred

in advance...

Sergeant:
Ah, Hargrove.

Oh, yes, sergeant.

Back with us, I see.

A soldier returning

from furlough

shall immediately make his return

known to the battery commanders

such as the designated

person or persons.

Oh, yes, sarge. I forgot.

Is that so?

[Whistling]

Hey, psst!

Hi.

Hey, I got to talk to you.

Oh? Well, sit down.

Pull up a can.

This is big stuff,

very important.

Yeah?

Now get this:

You know our basic

training is nearly over.

Pretty soon the battery is

going to be shipped out,

maybe way out.

Maybe thousands of

miles from our friends

and our loved ones.

I hear a rumor

it may be India.

Well, wherever it is,

I'm quite confident

someone will see to it

that I still polish

garbage cans.

What I'm driving at is

why polish garbage cans?

Oh. You mean you

have some solution

to this age-old

army problem, huh?

Well, the fact is I have.

Two men in the public

relations department

here at the fort are being

transferred to an army newspaper.

That means they're going

to need two new men here.

Well, now, with your

newspaper experience

and your book coming out

and all, we're a cinch.

What do you mean,

we're a cinch?

Well, I teach you all I

know about human beings,

you teach me all you

know about newspapers,

together we're ham on rye.

It can't miss.

Well, I'll think it over.

Think it over?

Do you want to

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Harry Kurnitz

Harry Kurnitz (January 5, 1908 – March 18, 1968) was an American playwright, novelist, and prolific screenwriter who wrote swashbucklers for Errol Flynn and comedies for Danny Kaye. He also wrote some mystery fiction under the name Marco Page. more…

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