Captain Newman, M.D. Page #2

who get themselves

a rest cure

by coming to you with

a cock-and-bull story

about how they get

the sweats every time they

think of home and mother.

Colonel, every man

in Ward 7 is sick.

I think that

Colonel Bliss

may be sick, too.

You think he may be sick?

I'm sorry I can't

be more specific,

but the kind of

sickness we deal with

doesn't show up in

X-rays or fluoroscopes.

It shows up in behavior.

Colonel Bliss is one

of the most brilliant

tacticians

fighting the air war

in the Pacific.

And he's needed back

at his command!

Well, if he is unstable,

he shouldn't be back

at his command.

The lives of too many men

depend on his judgment.

Larrabee.

Sir.

I'm ordering a special

medical hearing for

Colonel Bliss.

I don't want Captain Newman

present or anyone influenced

by Captain Newman.

Just stay close

to me, Barney.

Try to look as if

it's all old stuff.

(WHlSTLES)

Rise and shine, men.

Bombs away. He's in.

(ALL CHEERlNG)

Captain Flak Juice

rides again!

(WHOOPlNG)

(SlNGlNG) Captain Flak Juice

came to town with

Blodgett and Gavoni

Stuck a patient

you know where

and called it macaroni

Step right up

and get your shot...

It will hurt an awful lot

'Cause we say baloney

(ALL LAUGHlNG)

You guys seem a bit

depressed this morning.

Let's hear it

for Captain Newman.

(ALL BOOlNG)

One of these days

you guys are gonna

drive me nuts.

(ALL CHEERlNG)

Gentlemen, prepare

for morning rounds.

Well, Arthur,

how's everything?

Patient slept fine.

Appetite good,

digestion marvelous,

drainage system

sensational.

Arthur Werbel,

ready for discharge, sir.

But he ain't moving

an inch out of this

beautiful bed, Doc,

because he's got it

made. Made.

You can say

that again, sailor.

But you're gonna

have to develop

some symptoms.

Now, how can l

keep you in here

unless you show me

some symptoms?

Well, symptoms...

You describe them,

I'll develop them.

I got talent, Doc. Look.

Oh, gee. Oh, Doc.

Right here in the gut,

they got me.

Oh, I'm dying.

Blodgie. Blodgie,

give me a kiss

before I kick off.

Now, that alone proves

I'm off my rocker. Right?

Wouldn't fool an intern

in Ward 2. You know

how dumb they are.

They got me

in the back, Doc.

I'm burning up.

Oh, Doc. I'm dying.

No, don't touch that.

Drop dead, buster!

No jerk is getting

this hat off my head!

I'm getting

out of here, see.

I'm busting out

of here and heading

for the Navy to be

with my brother Frank.

Frank is my brother!

Who's helping him, huh?

Who's looking after him?

Now take it easy, sailor.

In a pig's eye.

I didn't ask to be

in this cheesy Air Corps.

I should be out

looking after Frank.

Doc, I'll...

I'll do anything, honest.

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