The Phil Silvers Show (1955–1959): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Singing Contest - full transcript
Sgt Bilko realizes a singing competition could be the platoon's way to warmth when their furnace breaks down in the middle of winter. If they make the finals they get a free trip to Miami. Although it goes against his instincts he decides to take advantage of a betting opportunity that requires him to bet the entire platoon's money against themselves. As simple as the scheme looks, not everything ends as expected
This is murder! Real murder!
What did they do...
Declare heat obsolete?
14 below out there.
Remember our deal: when it
hits 15, we set fire to the barracks.
Fleischman, according to rank.
Doberman, will you give
somebody else a chance?
But only half of me is warm.
So you'll get the
other half warm later.
Hey, look, no more coal.
Hey, close that door!
Hey, Brubaker, when you
gonna get the furnace fixed?
Yeah, this souvenir of
the Spanish-American War
- is on its last legs.
- I gotta see Sergeant Bilko.
Well, when you see him,
tell him we got no more coal
and it's his turn to
go and get some.
Yeah, and we burned
all the comic books, too.
All right, look
alive, you meatballs.
- Formation...
- Let's go! Formation!
- Left side there... come on!
- Come on, let's go!
Sergeant Bilko!
What is it? What? What?
Men are ready for roll call.
All right, roll call.
All right, look alive.
On the double.
What's the matter?
Can't you guys
stand a little cold?
All right, roll call. Anderson!
- Yo.
- Doberman.
- Yo!
- Flipowicz.
- Yo.
- Present.
Wait a minute. You're
all here, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- All present and accounted for.
This is murder.
Funny, maybe this is a survival
test and nobody told us, huh?
Hey, Sarge, this is murder.
Isn't there anything we can do?
Yeah, there's
something you can do.
You can start showing a
little cooperation around here.
Look at this... empty.
I thought we were
going to take turns
going down to the coal
bin and filling the bucket.
- Sarge!
- No excuses.
Who's the slacker?
Point him out to me.
Who's the man who thinks
so little of his buddies...
Sarge, it's your turn.
Which brings me to the
subject of coal conservation.
Now, men, we gotta
start saving fuel.
We can't throw a bucket out
every time one of
you guys feels a draft.
Come on! Show some
fortitude around here.
We get...
Trick or treat?
What is this?
- Who are you?
- Private Brubaker.
- Brubaker?
- He's a new boy.
You put him in
charge of quarters.
Brubaker, on the double...
Brubaker, I put you
in charge of quarters.
You were supposed
to fix the furnace.
You've been goofing off
pretty good, Brubaker, huh?
Sarge, I've been in those
furnace flues all week.
Oh, that's where you were.
I was ready to mark him AWOL.
Pretty good deal you worked
out for yourself, huh, Brubaker?
We're in here freezing, you're
snug as a bug in the flues, huh?
No wonder we can't
get any heat in here.
- You been stopping it up.
- Honest, Sarge.
Warm-weather
soldier, huh, Brubaker?
- Sarge...
- One man, mind you.
One man like you at Valley
Forge and today we'd all be British.
- But Sarge...
- But Sarge! But Sarge!
I found out what was
wrong with the furnace.
- What?
- It had no grate.
No grate?
I put in a requisition
for a new one.
Well, at least
he's on the ball...
You put in a requisition?
Yes, sir.
In the Army, you
put in a requisition?
You actually went and...
You actually went to an officer
and handed him a requisition?
Tell me.
Did he laugh at you?
No, sir. He said he'd push
it right through channels.
Through channels.
Ooh, you dreamer.
Alice in Wonderland.
He put in a requisition.
But Sergeant Bilko, how else
can you get a furnace grate?
How else?
There's a hundred
barracks on this post.
Each barracks has a
furnace room, right?
Each furnace room
has a grate, right?
Now, sometime tomorrow,
somebody won't be
watching one of those grates.
In you go, out it
comes, into our furnace.
On the double, look alive!
Sarge, you mean just take one
out of somebody else's furnace?
How do you think we lost ours?
Look alive, huh?
But Sergeant Bilko,
isn't that stealing?
Kid, there's no
stealing in the Army.
It's just that a lot of equipment
keeps moving around.
Isn't that beautiful?
He put in a requisition.
I'm sorry.
Well, let's see
how sorry you are.
Go on, fill the
bucket, on the double.
That's a nice kid. I
wonder what he looks like.
Brr, it's going to
be a cold winter.
- You're not kidding.
- Ten-hut!
At ease.
It's cold in here.
Sir, we thought
you'd never get here.
- My jeep froze.
- Oh.
- Here are the duty rosters.
- Duty rosters.
- Duty roster.
- Duty roster.
- Post bulletin.
- Post bulletin.
- Post bulletin.
- Worksheet.
Worksheet.
- Worksheet.
- Weekly schedule.
- Weekly schedule.
- Weekly schedule.
Seems to be getting
warmer in here.
Yeah, it's a little
warmer here, sir.
I guess, that you're
here, is very...
Special bulletin from
Special Services.
- That's it.
- Thank you, sir.
Ooh... Boy, I can hardly
wait for the colonel to send
down one of those yearbooks
with those nice, thick covers.
- They'd burn nice.
- Wouldn't they? -Yeah...
All right, fellas,
that's it. Dismissed.
Boy, this is like
Siberia with uniform...
- What is this?
- Well, I'll put it in here.
Wait, wait, wait...
Let me look at it.
Oh, this is beautiful.
That Special Service...
They're really on the
ball. Get a load of this.
"Attention! Join in the National
All-Soldier Singing Contest.
Form a glee club
in your barracks."
Imagine our platoon singing?
We're lucky they can talk.
Oh, that Special Service.
They're really on the ball.
Get a load of this.
"Don't forget, men, the
finals are at Camp Phillips."
That's beautiful, isn't
it? As if it matters.
- Camp Phillips?
- It don't burn here.
Yeah, who cares?
Camp... Camp Phillips.
That's right outside
of Florida, isn't it?
Right next... I was
right... Camp Phillips.
Miami.
Hey, if we win the
singing contest...
But Ernie, our
platoon singing...
All right, you
nightingales, on the double!
Men, send for your bikini suits.
We're going to Florida.
All right, men, remember
what I told you now.
We're a unit now.
We're not soldiers.
We're singers for a while.
All right? Now, watch the hands.
That's a special arrangement...
I stayed up all
night making this.
Now, watch the words.
And remember, we sing Acapulco.
That means with feeling, right?
Watch the hands. Here we go now.
Clear your voices.
All right.
- ♪ Va-voom ♪
- ♪ Chi-ba, chi-ba ♪
- ♪ Dream ♪
- ♪ Va-voom ♪
- ♪ Chi-ba, chi-ba ♪
- ♪ Dream ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ Dream ♪
♪ Of Jeanie... ♪
Bite the words with diction.
♪ With the light brown hair ♪
♪ Hair... ♪
♪ Borne like a zephyr... ♪
Bite the words.
♪ On the summer air... I... ♪
Hold it, hold it, hold
it... What is that?
What is that?
This is a romantic song.
Stephen Foster wrote it
and dedicated it to his wife.
It's romantic.
He wasn't hailing a cab.
- What is that?
- Sorry, Sarge.
What are we knocking
ourselves out for?
We can't sing.
Excuse me, I guess
I didn't hear right.
Did I just hear a soldier
in the United States Army
use the word "can't"?
You meant to say
"can-do," didn't you?
Oh, but Sarge, we're
just wasting our time.
All right, all right! Excuse me.
It's going to kill you
to learn one song
that you can sing in
mixed company, huh?
Florida, fellas.
Florida, remember.
We got over $300
in the welfare fund.
That means money in
our pockets... Florida.
It's 90 above there, men.
Think of those
bathing beauties, huh?
Charlie, come on.
Just a minute...
Corporal Barbella,
will you open that door?
♪ I see a chip-pip-pippie... ♪
All right, where does
that say "chip-pip-pippie"?
Where is that?! Read the words.
"I see her trip,
trip, tripping."
Acapulco, fellas, and...
♪ I see her trip,
trip, tripping... ♪
♪ Where the bright
streams play ♪
♪ Happy are the dais... ♪
Fellas, I can't help
you if you don't help me.
Read the words.
What are the words?
- What does that word say?
- "Happy."
Happy. Show it in your voice.
It's-It's happy, it's gay.
♪ Happy... ♪
- Be gay, light.
- And... ♪ Happy... ♪
All right, go back to your way.
♪ Happy as the
daisies that dance ♪
♪ On her way ♪
♪ Many were the blithe words ♪
♪ Her merry voice did pour... ♪
♪ Many were the blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled them ♪
♪ O'er... ♪
This is the only tenor we got?
That's it, Sarge.
Men, we're in a lot of trouble.
- Look, Sarge...
- No offense, Doberman.
You're doing the best you can.
But it's very
important, this part.
This is the part where the
judges are going to watch us.
Fellas, we gotta distract from
him, you know what I mean?
We've got to block
him out a little.
Give me a hum, a
"hmm" and hold it.
And... ♪ Many
were the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice did pour! ♪
No, no, no, we
gotta do something.
What we gotta do
is distract from him.
We gotta get the attention
away from him for that few bars.
Maybe we can start a fight.
That's very clever. He's
trying his best, isn't he?
Now, look, we...
Wait a minute. Can
you wing this for me?
It's not in the arrangement,
but can you remember this?
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Ho-Jeanie
Heidi-heidi-ho-Jeanie ♪
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Hi-Jeanie, ho. ♪
When I bring you in, all right?
And...
- ♪ Many were the wild
notes ♪ -: ♪ Hi-Jeanie ♪
♪ Ho-Jeanie,
Heidi-heidi-ho, Jeanie ♪
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Ho-Jeanie,
Heidi-heidi-ho, Hi-Jeanie ♪
- ♪ Ho-Jeanie ♪ -♪ Many
were the blithe birds who... ♪
No good. I can still hear him.
Try it alone. Sing it
tacit, but very soft.
Don't make a big thing out
of it, just nice and restrained.
♪ Many were the wild
notes her merry voice... ♪
Hey, Brubaker, cut that
out. A man is singing.
No, no, keep it up.
It's good. It's loud.
- ♪...that warbled... ♪ -Do it loud.
- Come on, Sarge, will ya?
All right, all right... what, do
you want to throw in the towel?
We just started. This
is our first rehearsal.
Who do we have to beat in
this contest, Fred Waring?
We gotta beat Sowici
and his kitchen platoon.
Pendleton and those creeps
from the quartermasters.
Come on, fellas, we can do it.
Believe in it. Watch me.
Watch my hands.
Every finger is telling
you a story... watch it.
Now this is the finish.
Nice and sweet with expression.
Acapulco. Here.
♪ I dream of Jeanie... ♪
Swell.
♪ With the light brown hair ♪
♪ Floating like ♪
♪ A zephyr... ♪
Sweet.
♪ On the soft, summer ♪
♪ Jeanie is the sweetheart
of the Third Platoon ♪
♪ Voom. ♪
I'm gonna level
with ya, fellas...
I wouldn't buy any suntan
oil, if I was you, for a while.
All right, take
five. Get dressed.
- Rocco?
- Yo!
Give it to me straight.
Maybe I was too close to
them. How did they sound?
- For true?
- For true.
It's the worst singing
I ever heard in my life.
Agreed.
How can 12 miserable voices
get into one platoon at the
same time, I can't understand.
If I only had one soloist
I can build around.
That Doberman,
he's a real shrek.
Sergeant Bilko, the colonel
wants to see you right away.
Colonel wants to see me?
Colonel wants to see me, huh?
Wonder what happened.
You think he found out
about that jeep
engine I put in my car?
No, no, I covered that.
Betting? Betting on
a singing contest, sir?
Surprised, aren't you?
Now try and tell me you're
not behind the whole thing.
- Sir, I don't know anything...
- He denies it, Anderson.
Now, Colonel Hall, we just
checked on the gambling.
Bilko had nothing to do with it.
What? What?!
Gambling on the post and
Bilko had nothing to do with it?
It's a corporal in Company "A"
who's been making
book on the contest.
Oh... Bilko, I... I
owe you an apology.
I-I accuse you out
of force of habit.
Yes, sir.
I-I... I should've checked
to see if you
were guilty or not,
but up till now, I never had to.
Gee whiz, sir, I'm
no angel, I know,
but I mean, after all,
betting on a fine cultural thing
like a singing contest...
Sir, what man would stoop
so low as to do a thing like that?
A Corporal Zinzer.
Zinzer.
Zinzer.
His name is Zinzer.
Corporal Zinzer.
He's in Company "A."
- Here, take this and bet it.
- Ernie, I don't like it.
Not only are you betting
against your own platoon,
but you're using their
welfare fund to do it.
There's no bet involved.
This is a gambler's dream.
Now, look, we know something
nobody else knows, right?
We know our platoon cannot win.
Not one chance in a million.
So we bet on the
other three platoons.
The odds are four-to-one.
We make at least
25% of our money.
But Ernie, betting
against our own boys...
It's sordid, but profitable.
Well, we got 300 bucks here.
How much you want to bet, $100?
Wait a minute.
Fellas, let me hear that song
from Doberman's part again.
♪ Many are the ones... ♪
All right, all right,
swell. Thanks.
Well?
Bet the whole $300.
Here we go, all right,
boys, rehearse, rehearse.
But, Sarge, the more we
rehearse, the worse we sound.
Yeah. Rehearse,
rehearse. Keep it going.
All right, let's take it
from Doberman's solo.
♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
No, you hit the
"many" not the "are."
Let's take it...
Are you trying to
tell me how to sing?
What, are you going
temperamental on us?
- Excuse me...
- Brubaker, get lost. We're busy.
All I wanted to say was
that solo line goes like this...
Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice would pour ♪
♪ Many are the blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled them o'er... ♪
Boys, we just won
ourself a trip to Florida.
Go get yourself washed
up, Brubaker, you're with us.
Boys, it's in the bag.
Florida... it's a cinch.
Let's go, boys.
♪ I dream of Jeanie... ♪
Don't stop, don't stop.
Listen, fellas, I just
made a very big decision.
I want to see if I'm right.
Let me hear that again.
♪ I dream... ♪
I'm right. Fine, fine.
♪ I dream of Jeanie
with the light... ♪
Boy, I couldn't even
look 'em in the eyes.
- ♪ With the light brown hair ♪
- Don't look, just listen.
Every note they sing
makes our bet a cinch.
♪ Borne like a zephyr... ♪
I think I ought to
bet a little more.
More? We bet the whole $300.
No, you get an opportunity
like this once in a lifetime.
- I think I'll sell the car.
- Sell the car?!
Yeah, where are you gonna
get an opportunity like this again?
- Yeah, but Ernie, you...
- Shh, wait a minute.
Here comes Doberman's part.
Get a load of this.
Here's Doberman's
big moment coming up.
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
What? You got the radio
on? What is that? What...?
- ♪ Many are the... ♪
- What is this slackin'?!
Get outta here!
Sarge, it's Brubaker.
I never saw this
man before in my life.
- He took a shower.
- He's taking Doberman's place.
Oh, just like that,
he's taking Doberman's place.
You don't care
what you go through
to win a contest, huh?
You don't care if you break
a man's heart here, do you?
I don't mind.
No, no, you ain't gonna
cover up that bleeding heart.
You're my soloist, pal.
Back in the furnace room.
Wait! Sarge, he's good.
Don't care how you get up
to the ladder to the top, huh?
You don't care who you
step on, do you, Brubaker?
Requisitions... you going
to requisition a new heart
for a man whose heart
you're breaking here?
Sergeant Bilko, I'm glad
to have him take over...
Look Sarge, with
Brubaker's voice we're in.
- It's a cinch!
- Now, fellas, now just a minute.
I like to win contests
as much as you guys do,
but not in this sneaky,
underhanded way.
What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking
about. He's ineligible.
- Ineligible?
- Yes, you saw the pamphlets.
There it is... "Form a glee
club in your own barracks."
- So?
- He's not in our barracks.
He's in the furnace room.
Well, the furnace is connected
with the barracks, ain't it?
The furnace is
connected to the barracks.
Does it say that? Does
it say form a glee club
with the furnace
connected to the barracks?
It says "Form a glee club
from your own barracks."
But there's only
a little wall there.
A little wall will crush
this man's spirits.
- Just a minute...
- That's what I'm concerned of.
Just a minute, Sarge.
Just a minute, Sarge.
You listen to them both, and
you decide which is better.
- Yeah, that's good.
- All right, fair enough.
You know I'm with
you, I want to win.
Let's hear you, go on.
♪ Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice
would pour... ♪
- Beautiful.
- I must put in with you.
It's a very nice,
sweet, ordinary voice.
Voices like this...
dime a dozen.
There's nothing... nothing to...
Let's hear you, Doberman.
Many are the wild notes ♪
Her merry voice would pour. ♪
What's the matter, Sarge?
I'll be all right.
He's crying.
How can you keep a dry
eye and listen to that voice?
That's no ordinary voice.
That's the voice of the soil.
That's voice of the masses
crying out into the wilderness.
This is a voice
with earth in it.
Sarge, do you really think
Doberman has a better
voice than Brubaker?
- Yes.
- You're a nut.
- You're crazy.
- All right, now wait a minute.
- If I make a decis...
- Wait a minute.
Sarge, maybe you
don't want us to win.
Shoot me.
Shoot me, but don't ever
say a thing like that again
about me and my boys.
- But Sarge...
- Go on, pull that trigger.
Right in the heart.
I'd rather be dead
than to be accused of
being a traitor to my men.
Let it go.
I didn't mean it.
Look at us.
Look at the way
we're squabbling.
We used to be
a tightly-knit unit.
We were all together.
Now we're fighting.
No, all bets... All
contests are off.
No more singing.
Wait. We worked
like dogs for this.
I don't care, it's off.
- But Sarge, Florida?
- I don't care.
With that welfare fund
money in our pockets, Sarge?
Welfare fund?
Well, if you don't want
to be in on it, Sarge...
Oh, no, wait. Let's not
jump to conclusions. Please.
Majority rules... okay with me.
You want him, he's in.
Now look, Brubaker, it's
riding on your shoulders.
You got to put
this thing across.
We got a special arrangement,
and it's all geared up for you
to hit that high D
and put the whole...
- High D?
- Yeah.
I can only go to B.
If I go higher than that,
my voice cracks up.
It d... It does?
Stand by, there may
be an emergency here.
But look, if you can
hit a B, you can hit a D.
It's just a matter of
just projecting a little.
♪ Many are the high notes... ♪
Let me hear that.
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
Ah, I see the trouble.
It's this little vein... it's just
got to be loosened, see?
- Hey, Sarge, what are you doing?
- What are you doing?!
What am I doing? I'm
trying to help him, fellas.
We got to win, don't we?
♪ Many are the high... ♪
Get it loose.
- ♪ Many are the... ♪
- ♪ Many are... ♪
See, if you keep it loose...
What was this private's
name again, Bilko?
Brubaker, sir. Claude Brubaker.
Isn't that the same man
we almost transferred
to the Aleutians,
until we found out yesterday
that somebody had
forged his name?
Yes, sir, but I'm
checking on that,
so we're going to find
out who did that, sir.
I'm checking on that.
You seem pretty
high on him, Bilko.
Uh, recommending
his immediate departure
for Officers Training School.
Yes, sir. I feel that every
minute we keep him here,
we're depriving the
Army of a real officer,
full of all the qualities
that's needed.
A real clean-cut fellow.
Come in.
- Found him in the flues.
- Couldn't you clean him up?
Is that Private Brubaker?
I think so, sir.
Brubaker, uh, do you
realize what you were signing
when Bilko got you
to sign this application?
Not exactly, sir.
You see, I don't read too good.
He can't read!
Well, sir, after
you transfer him,
he can exercise his
eyes; it's just rolling...
Quiet!
This then, Bilko, is your
idea of officer material?
As an officer, I
consider that an insult.
Bilko...!
Colonel Hall, they're waiting
for you in the auditorium, sir.
Oh, yes, the singing
contest. It goes on in an hour.
Excuse me, Bilko.
Uh, here, uh, something you
requisitioned for your platoon
is waiting to be picked
up at the railroad station.
Thank you, sir.
Ernie, Ernie, it's a miracle.
Look, the grate for
the furnace, it arrived.
So what?
Sarge, if you give me
the keys to your car,
I'll run down to the
station and pick it up.
Yeah... yeah, you do that.
Here, here.
Now be careful.
Don't drive recklessly.
You know, you
got plenty of time.
All right?
Well, sir, our
troubles are over.
He'll be back in ten minutes.
You want to bet?
He's singing.
In one hour, the
contest is over.
We win the contest, the
platoon wants their money
and we're cooked.
You'll need that car
to get out of the state.
Have I ever let you down?
Hello.
Roseville Police Station?
I want to report a stolen car.
Ernie, you're a genius.
♪ ...of Jeanie with
the light brown hair... ♪
Listen to those
creeps. They're terrible.
We'll knock 'em
right out of the box.
We got nothing to...
What's all these gloomy
pusses around here? What?
What's the use?
With Brubaker gone, we're dead.
What could have happened to him?
He just disappeared.
Without him, we're nothing.
Is this my platoon talking?
Are you ready to throw
in the towel again?
What's the matter with you
guys? We still got Doberman.
Come on, pal,
let's hear that voice.
Give 'em a little confidence.
Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice would... ♪
No, save it, save it, save it.
Aw, let's stop kidding.
We're cooked.
And I had it all arranged for
my wife to meet me in Miami.
Boy, and she was sure
looking forward to it.
Your wife?
My folks were coming
down from Jacksonville
to meet me when
we got to Florida.
Your folks?
Well, you guys didn't tell me.
- Gee, I'm sorry.
- Don't blame yourself, Sarge.
It's not your fault
Brubaker disappeared.
Yeah, it's not your fault
Brubaker disappeared!
What, what, what,
what do you want, what?
All right, you're next.
- Let's get it over with.
- Hol-Hold it, wait a minute.
Lieutenant, sir, do you mind
putting on some other platoon?
We want to go on
last. Do you mind?
- Very well.
- Thank you, sir.
We aren't quite ready.
- What do you mean?
- What's the matter?-Wait a minute.
- Is the jeep outside?
- Right outside.
All right, look, stall 'em
till I get back. Keep stalling.
Ernie, Ernie, listen, we got to
be onstage in a few minutes.
But Colonel, couldn't we
wait just a few more minutes?
Sergeant Bilko
will be right back.
I'm sorry, Corporal, we've
waited just as long as we can.
- Yes, sir.
- We must go on.
And now, the last contestants:
Company "B," Third Platoon.
♪ I dream of Jeanie
with the light brown hair ♪
♪ Borne like a zephyr ♪
♪ On the summer air ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ ...see her tripping where
the bright streams play ♪
♪ Happy as the daisies
that dance on... ♪
"Thanks to Brubaker, we
are now in the semifinals.
"What a time we're having.
"Our $400 is almost gone,
but it was sure worth it.
"Sorry that special
detail came up
"and kept you from coming along.
"Wish you were here,
Your Singing Platoon."
Them lucky dogs.
Hey, Sarge, we
finished that detail.
We could get a pass to go.
That's right, Sarge...
We hop in your car,
we're in Miami in a
couple of days, huh?
- Car? What car?
- Your car. The...
- Sarge, you didn't.
- No, I didn't, huh?
How do you think
they got the $400?
What, have I got
private oil wells?
Oh, Sarge, you sold the car?
Well, that'll be a lesson.
You want to be a big
operator, you gotta pay off.
From now on, everything
is GI around here.
No daydreaming. Come on.
Look at this work piling up.
Get those daily roster
movements gone. Get...
- Hey, hey, Sarge, look at this.
- What?
"Special Services.
"Armed Forces boxing
tournament finals
at Fort Zimmer, Las Vegas."
You starting with
the daydreams again?
You starting with
the contests? That...
Las Vegas?
"Armed Forces boxing
tournament finals
at Fort Zimmer, Las Vegas."
That hot desert sun.
Gambling.
Maybe I can get a chance
to work out that roulette
system I've been planning.
Yeah, but the platoon is gone.
We got, we got
nobody left to fight.
Um, Henshaw.
- Yo.
- File this in the outer office.
Come here, come
here, wait a minute.
Let me see that. Do that again.
- What did I do?
- Do it, do it.
Did you ever see a right
hook like that in your life?
Never.
It's a... it's a bomb!
That's... Do that again.
Oh, come on, tell me
now, I'll keep it secret...
What was your fighting name?
- Oh, I never...
- Come on, "Battling" what?
Come on, you can
tell me. I'll tell nobody.
I never did any fighting, Sarge.
You never did any fighting.
It's all... Look at those
eyes. They're mean.
- He's a killer.
- He's a murderer when aroused.
You can see it.
Throw that hook, kid.
Oh, I would hate
to be on the re...
You're not a
bleeder, are you? No.
Brubaker was played
by Bob Dixon, Doberman
by Maurice Gosfield.
Henshaw was
played by Allan Melvin.
What did they do...
Declare heat obsolete?
14 below out there.
Remember our deal: when it
hits 15, we set fire to the barracks.
Fleischman, according to rank.
Doberman, will you give
somebody else a chance?
But only half of me is warm.
So you'll get the
other half warm later.
Hey, look, no more coal.
Hey, close that door!
Hey, Brubaker, when you
gonna get the furnace fixed?
Yeah, this souvenir of
the Spanish-American War
- is on its last legs.
- I gotta see Sergeant Bilko.
Well, when you see him,
tell him we got no more coal
and it's his turn to
go and get some.
Yeah, and we burned
all the comic books, too.
All right, look
alive, you meatballs.
- Formation...
- Let's go! Formation!
- Left side there... come on!
- Come on, let's go!
Sergeant Bilko!
What is it? What? What?
Men are ready for roll call.
All right, roll call.
All right, look alive.
On the double.
What's the matter?
Can't you guys
stand a little cold?
All right, roll call. Anderson!
- Yo.
- Doberman.
- Yo!
- Flipowicz.
- Yo.
- Present.
Wait a minute. You're
all here, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- All present and accounted for.
This is murder.
Funny, maybe this is a survival
test and nobody told us, huh?
Hey, Sarge, this is murder.
Isn't there anything we can do?
Yeah, there's
something you can do.
You can start showing a
little cooperation around here.
Look at this... empty.
I thought we were
going to take turns
going down to the coal
bin and filling the bucket.
- Sarge!
- No excuses.
Who's the slacker?
Point him out to me.
Who's the man who thinks
so little of his buddies...
Sarge, it's your turn.
Which brings me to the
subject of coal conservation.
Now, men, we gotta
start saving fuel.
We can't throw a bucket out
every time one of
you guys feels a draft.
Come on! Show some
fortitude around here.
We get...
Trick or treat?
What is this?
- Who are you?
- Private Brubaker.
- Brubaker?
- He's a new boy.
You put him in
charge of quarters.
Brubaker, on the double...
Brubaker, I put you
in charge of quarters.
You were supposed
to fix the furnace.
You've been goofing off
pretty good, Brubaker, huh?
Sarge, I've been in those
furnace flues all week.
Oh, that's where you were.
I was ready to mark him AWOL.
Pretty good deal you worked
out for yourself, huh, Brubaker?
We're in here freezing, you're
snug as a bug in the flues, huh?
No wonder we can't
get any heat in here.
- You been stopping it up.
- Honest, Sarge.
Warm-weather
soldier, huh, Brubaker?
- Sarge...
- One man, mind you.
One man like you at Valley
Forge and today we'd all be British.
- But Sarge...
- But Sarge! But Sarge!
I found out what was
wrong with the furnace.
- What?
- It had no grate.
No grate?
I put in a requisition
for a new one.
Well, at least
he's on the ball...
You put in a requisition?
Yes, sir.
In the Army, you
put in a requisition?
You actually went and...
You actually went to an officer
and handed him a requisition?
Tell me.
Did he laugh at you?
No, sir. He said he'd push
it right through channels.
Through channels.
Ooh, you dreamer.
Alice in Wonderland.
He put in a requisition.
But Sergeant Bilko, how else
can you get a furnace grate?
How else?
There's a hundred
barracks on this post.
Each barracks has a
furnace room, right?
Each furnace room
has a grate, right?
Now, sometime tomorrow,
somebody won't be
watching one of those grates.
In you go, out it
comes, into our furnace.
On the double, look alive!
Sarge, you mean just take one
out of somebody else's furnace?
How do you think we lost ours?
Look alive, huh?
But Sergeant Bilko,
isn't that stealing?
Kid, there's no
stealing in the Army.
It's just that a lot of equipment
keeps moving around.
Isn't that beautiful?
He put in a requisition.
I'm sorry.
Well, let's see
how sorry you are.
Go on, fill the
bucket, on the double.
That's a nice kid. I
wonder what he looks like.
Brr, it's going to
be a cold winter.
- You're not kidding.
- Ten-hut!
At ease.
It's cold in here.
Sir, we thought
you'd never get here.
- My jeep froze.
- Oh.
- Here are the duty rosters.
- Duty rosters.
- Duty roster.
- Duty roster.
- Post bulletin.
- Post bulletin.
- Post bulletin.
- Worksheet.
Worksheet.
- Worksheet.
- Weekly schedule.
- Weekly schedule.
- Weekly schedule.
Seems to be getting
warmer in here.
Yeah, it's a little
warmer here, sir.
I guess, that you're
here, is very...
Special bulletin from
Special Services.
- That's it.
- Thank you, sir.
Ooh... Boy, I can hardly
wait for the colonel to send
down one of those yearbooks
with those nice, thick covers.
- They'd burn nice.
- Wouldn't they? -Yeah...
All right, fellas,
that's it. Dismissed.
Boy, this is like
Siberia with uniform...
- What is this?
- Well, I'll put it in here.
Wait, wait, wait...
Let me look at it.
Oh, this is beautiful.
That Special Service...
They're really on the
ball. Get a load of this.
"Attention! Join in the National
All-Soldier Singing Contest.
Form a glee club
in your barracks."
Imagine our platoon singing?
We're lucky they can talk.
Oh, that Special Service.
They're really on the ball.
Get a load of this.
"Don't forget, men, the
finals are at Camp Phillips."
That's beautiful, isn't
it? As if it matters.
- Camp Phillips?
- It don't burn here.
Yeah, who cares?
Camp... Camp Phillips.
That's right outside
of Florida, isn't it?
Right next... I was
right... Camp Phillips.
Miami.
Hey, if we win the
singing contest...
But Ernie, our
platoon singing...
All right, you
nightingales, on the double!
Men, send for your bikini suits.
We're going to Florida.
All right, men, remember
what I told you now.
We're a unit now.
We're not soldiers.
We're singers for a while.
All right? Now, watch the hands.
That's a special arrangement...
I stayed up all
night making this.
Now, watch the words.
And remember, we sing Acapulco.
That means with feeling, right?
Watch the hands. Here we go now.
Clear your voices.
All right.
- ♪ Va-voom ♪
- ♪ Chi-ba, chi-ba ♪
- ♪ Dream ♪
- ♪ Va-voom ♪
- ♪ Chi-ba, chi-ba ♪
- ♪ Dream ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ Dream ♪
♪ Of Jeanie... ♪
Bite the words with diction.
♪ With the light brown hair ♪
♪ Hair... ♪
♪ Borne like a zephyr... ♪
Bite the words.
♪ On the summer air... I... ♪
Hold it, hold it, hold
it... What is that?
What is that?
This is a romantic song.
Stephen Foster wrote it
and dedicated it to his wife.
It's romantic.
He wasn't hailing a cab.
- What is that?
- Sorry, Sarge.
What are we knocking
ourselves out for?
We can't sing.
Excuse me, I guess
I didn't hear right.
Did I just hear a soldier
in the United States Army
use the word "can't"?
You meant to say
"can-do," didn't you?
Oh, but Sarge, we're
just wasting our time.
All right, all right! Excuse me.
It's going to kill you
to learn one song
that you can sing in
mixed company, huh?
Florida, fellas.
Florida, remember.
We got over $300
in the welfare fund.
That means money in
our pockets... Florida.
It's 90 above there, men.
Think of those
bathing beauties, huh?
Charlie, come on.
Just a minute...
Corporal Barbella,
will you open that door?
♪ I see a chip-pip-pippie... ♪
All right, where does
that say "chip-pip-pippie"?
Where is that?! Read the words.
"I see her trip,
trip, tripping."
Acapulco, fellas, and...
♪ I see her trip,
trip, tripping... ♪
♪ Where the bright
streams play ♪
♪ Happy are the dais... ♪
Fellas, I can't help
you if you don't help me.
Read the words.
What are the words?
- What does that word say?
- "Happy."
Happy. Show it in your voice.
It's-It's happy, it's gay.
♪ Happy... ♪
- Be gay, light.
- And... ♪ Happy... ♪
All right, go back to your way.
♪ Happy as the
daisies that dance ♪
♪ On her way ♪
♪ Many were the blithe words ♪
♪ Her merry voice did pour... ♪
♪ Many were the blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled them ♪
♪ O'er... ♪
This is the only tenor we got?
That's it, Sarge.
Men, we're in a lot of trouble.
- Look, Sarge...
- No offense, Doberman.
You're doing the best you can.
But it's very
important, this part.
This is the part where the
judges are going to watch us.
Fellas, we gotta distract from
him, you know what I mean?
We've got to block
him out a little.
Give me a hum, a
"hmm" and hold it.
And... ♪ Many
were the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice did pour! ♪
No, no, no, we
gotta do something.
What we gotta do
is distract from him.
We gotta get the attention
away from him for that few bars.
Maybe we can start a fight.
That's very clever. He's
trying his best, isn't he?
Now, look, we...
Wait a minute. Can
you wing this for me?
It's not in the arrangement,
but can you remember this?
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Ho-Jeanie
Heidi-heidi-ho-Jeanie ♪
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Hi-Jeanie, ho. ♪
When I bring you in, all right?
And...
- ♪ Many were the wild
notes ♪ -: ♪ Hi-Jeanie ♪
♪ Ho-Jeanie,
Heidi-heidi-ho, Jeanie ♪
♪ Hi-Jeanie, Ho-Jeanie,
Heidi-heidi-ho, Hi-Jeanie ♪
- ♪ Ho-Jeanie ♪ -♪ Many
were the blithe birds who... ♪
No good. I can still hear him.
Try it alone. Sing it
tacit, but very soft.
Don't make a big thing out
of it, just nice and restrained.
♪ Many were the wild
notes her merry voice... ♪
Hey, Brubaker, cut that
out. A man is singing.
No, no, keep it up.
It's good. It's loud.
- ♪...that warbled... ♪ -Do it loud.
- Come on, Sarge, will ya?
All right, all right... what, do
you want to throw in the towel?
We just started. This
is our first rehearsal.
Who do we have to beat in
this contest, Fred Waring?
We gotta beat Sowici
and his kitchen platoon.
Pendleton and those creeps
from the quartermasters.
Come on, fellas, we can do it.
Believe in it. Watch me.
Watch my hands.
Every finger is telling
you a story... watch it.
Now this is the finish.
Nice and sweet with expression.
Acapulco. Here.
♪ I dream of Jeanie... ♪
Swell.
♪ With the light brown hair ♪
♪ Floating like ♪
♪ A zephyr... ♪
Sweet.
♪ On the soft, summer ♪
♪ Jeanie is the sweetheart
of the Third Platoon ♪
♪ Voom. ♪
I'm gonna level
with ya, fellas...
I wouldn't buy any suntan
oil, if I was you, for a while.
All right, take
five. Get dressed.
- Rocco?
- Yo!
Give it to me straight.
Maybe I was too close to
them. How did they sound?
- For true?
- For true.
It's the worst singing
I ever heard in my life.
Agreed.
How can 12 miserable voices
get into one platoon at the
same time, I can't understand.
If I only had one soloist
I can build around.
That Doberman,
he's a real shrek.
Sergeant Bilko, the colonel
wants to see you right away.
Colonel wants to see me?
Colonel wants to see me, huh?
Wonder what happened.
You think he found out
about that jeep
engine I put in my car?
No, no, I covered that.
Betting? Betting on
a singing contest, sir?
Surprised, aren't you?
Now try and tell me you're
not behind the whole thing.
- Sir, I don't know anything...
- He denies it, Anderson.
Now, Colonel Hall, we just
checked on the gambling.
Bilko had nothing to do with it.
What? What?!
Gambling on the post and
Bilko had nothing to do with it?
It's a corporal in Company "A"
who's been making
book on the contest.
Oh... Bilko, I... I
owe you an apology.
I-I accuse you out
of force of habit.
Yes, sir.
I-I... I should've checked
to see if you
were guilty or not,
but up till now, I never had to.
Gee whiz, sir, I'm
no angel, I know,
but I mean, after all,
betting on a fine cultural thing
like a singing contest...
Sir, what man would stoop
so low as to do a thing like that?
A Corporal Zinzer.
Zinzer.
Zinzer.
His name is Zinzer.
Corporal Zinzer.
He's in Company "A."
- Here, take this and bet it.
- Ernie, I don't like it.
Not only are you betting
against your own platoon,
but you're using their
welfare fund to do it.
There's no bet involved.
This is a gambler's dream.
Now, look, we know something
nobody else knows, right?
We know our platoon cannot win.
Not one chance in a million.
So we bet on the
other three platoons.
The odds are four-to-one.
We make at least
25% of our money.
But Ernie, betting
against our own boys...
It's sordid, but profitable.
Well, we got 300 bucks here.
How much you want to bet, $100?
Wait a minute.
Fellas, let me hear that song
from Doberman's part again.
♪ Many are the ones... ♪
All right, all right,
swell. Thanks.
Well?
Bet the whole $300.
Here we go, all right,
boys, rehearse, rehearse.
But, Sarge, the more we
rehearse, the worse we sound.
Yeah. Rehearse,
rehearse. Keep it going.
All right, let's take it
from Doberman's solo.
♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
No, you hit the
"many" not the "are."
Let's take it...
Are you trying to
tell me how to sing?
What, are you going
temperamental on us?
- Excuse me...
- Brubaker, get lost. We're busy.
All I wanted to say was
that solo line goes like this...
Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice would pour ♪
♪ Many are the blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled them o'er... ♪
Boys, we just won
ourself a trip to Florida.
Go get yourself washed
up, Brubaker, you're with us.
Boys, it's in the bag.
Florida... it's a cinch.
Let's go, boys.
♪ I dream of Jeanie... ♪
Don't stop, don't stop.
Listen, fellas, I just
made a very big decision.
I want to see if I'm right.
Let me hear that again.
♪ I dream... ♪
I'm right. Fine, fine.
♪ I dream of Jeanie
with the light... ♪
Boy, I couldn't even
look 'em in the eyes.
- ♪ With the light brown hair ♪
- Don't look, just listen.
Every note they sing
makes our bet a cinch.
♪ Borne like a zephyr... ♪
I think I ought to
bet a little more.
More? We bet the whole $300.
No, you get an opportunity
like this once in a lifetime.
- I think I'll sell the car.
- Sell the car?!
Yeah, where are you gonna
get an opportunity like this again?
- Yeah, but Ernie, you...
- Shh, wait a minute.
Here comes Doberman's part.
Get a load of this.
Here's Doberman's
big moment coming up.
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
What? You got the radio
on? What is that? What...?
- ♪ Many are the... ♪
- What is this slackin'?!
Get outta here!
Sarge, it's Brubaker.
I never saw this
man before in my life.
- He took a shower.
- He's taking Doberman's place.
Oh, just like that,
he's taking Doberman's place.
You don't care
what you go through
to win a contest, huh?
You don't care if you break
a man's heart here, do you?
I don't mind.
No, no, you ain't gonna
cover up that bleeding heart.
You're my soloist, pal.
Back in the furnace room.
Wait! Sarge, he's good.
Don't care how you get up
to the ladder to the top, huh?
You don't care who you
step on, do you, Brubaker?
Requisitions... you going
to requisition a new heart
for a man whose heart
you're breaking here?
Sergeant Bilko, I'm glad
to have him take over...
Look Sarge, with
Brubaker's voice we're in.
- It's a cinch!
- Now, fellas, now just a minute.
I like to win contests
as much as you guys do,
but not in this sneaky,
underhanded way.
What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking
about. He's ineligible.
- Ineligible?
- Yes, you saw the pamphlets.
There it is... "Form a glee
club in your own barracks."
- So?
- He's not in our barracks.
He's in the furnace room.
Well, the furnace is connected
with the barracks, ain't it?
The furnace is
connected to the barracks.
Does it say that? Does
it say form a glee club
with the furnace
connected to the barracks?
It says "Form a glee club
from your own barracks."
But there's only
a little wall there.
A little wall will crush
this man's spirits.
- Just a minute...
- That's what I'm concerned of.
Just a minute, Sarge.
Just a minute, Sarge.
You listen to them both, and
you decide which is better.
- Yeah, that's good.
- All right, fair enough.
You know I'm with
you, I want to win.
Let's hear you, go on.
♪ Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice
would pour... ♪
- Beautiful.
- I must put in with you.
It's a very nice,
sweet, ordinary voice.
Voices like this...
dime a dozen.
There's nothing... nothing to...
Let's hear you, Doberman.
Many are the wild notes ♪
Her merry voice would pour. ♪
What's the matter, Sarge?
I'll be all right.
He's crying.
How can you keep a dry
eye and listen to that voice?
That's no ordinary voice.
That's the voice of the soil.
That's voice of the masses
crying out into the wilderness.
This is a voice
with earth in it.
Sarge, do you really think
Doberman has a better
voice than Brubaker?
- Yes.
- You're a nut.
- You're crazy.
- All right, now wait a minute.
- If I make a decis...
- Wait a minute.
Sarge, maybe you
don't want us to win.
Shoot me.
Shoot me, but don't ever
say a thing like that again
about me and my boys.
- But Sarge...
- Go on, pull that trigger.
Right in the heart.
I'd rather be dead
than to be accused of
being a traitor to my men.
Let it go.
I didn't mean it.
Look at us.
Look at the way
we're squabbling.
We used to be
a tightly-knit unit.
We were all together.
Now we're fighting.
No, all bets... All
contests are off.
No more singing.
Wait. We worked
like dogs for this.
I don't care, it's off.
- But Sarge, Florida?
- I don't care.
With that welfare fund
money in our pockets, Sarge?
Welfare fund?
Well, if you don't want
to be in on it, Sarge...
Oh, no, wait. Let's not
jump to conclusions. Please.
Majority rules... okay with me.
You want him, he's in.
Now look, Brubaker, it's
riding on your shoulders.
You got to put
this thing across.
We got a special arrangement,
and it's all geared up for you
to hit that high D
and put the whole...
- High D?
- Yeah.
I can only go to B.
If I go higher than that,
my voice cracks up.
It d... It does?
Stand by, there may
be an emergency here.
But look, if you can
hit a B, you can hit a D.
It's just a matter of
just projecting a little.
♪ Many are the high notes... ♪
Let me hear that.
♪ Many are the wild notes... ♪
Ah, I see the trouble.
It's this little vein... it's just
got to be loosened, see?
- Hey, Sarge, what are you doing?
- What are you doing?!
What am I doing? I'm
trying to help him, fellas.
We got to win, don't we?
♪ Many are the high... ♪
Get it loose.
- ♪ Many are the... ♪
- ♪ Many are... ♪
See, if you keep it loose...
What was this private's
name again, Bilko?
Brubaker, sir. Claude Brubaker.
Isn't that the same man
we almost transferred
to the Aleutians,
until we found out yesterday
that somebody had
forged his name?
Yes, sir, but I'm
checking on that,
so we're going to find
out who did that, sir.
I'm checking on that.
You seem pretty
high on him, Bilko.
Uh, recommending
his immediate departure
for Officers Training School.
Yes, sir. I feel that every
minute we keep him here,
we're depriving the
Army of a real officer,
full of all the qualities
that's needed.
A real clean-cut fellow.
Come in.
- Found him in the flues.
- Couldn't you clean him up?
Is that Private Brubaker?
I think so, sir.
Brubaker, uh, do you
realize what you were signing
when Bilko got you
to sign this application?
Not exactly, sir.
You see, I don't read too good.
He can't read!
Well, sir, after
you transfer him,
he can exercise his
eyes; it's just rolling...
Quiet!
This then, Bilko, is your
idea of officer material?
As an officer, I
consider that an insult.
Bilko...!
Colonel Hall, they're waiting
for you in the auditorium, sir.
Oh, yes, the singing
contest. It goes on in an hour.
Excuse me, Bilko.
Uh, here, uh, something you
requisitioned for your platoon
is waiting to be picked
up at the railroad station.
Thank you, sir.
Ernie, Ernie, it's a miracle.
Look, the grate for
the furnace, it arrived.
So what?
Sarge, if you give me
the keys to your car,
I'll run down to the
station and pick it up.
Yeah... yeah, you do that.
Here, here.
Now be careful.
Don't drive recklessly.
You know, you
got plenty of time.
All right?
Well, sir, our
troubles are over.
He'll be back in ten minutes.
You want to bet?
He's singing.
In one hour, the
contest is over.
We win the contest, the
platoon wants their money
and we're cooked.
You'll need that car
to get out of the state.
Have I ever let you down?
Hello.
Roseville Police Station?
I want to report a stolen car.
Ernie, you're a genius.
♪ ...of Jeanie with
the light brown hair... ♪
Listen to those
creeps. They're terrible.
We'll knock 'em
right out of the box.
We got nothing to...
What's all these gloomy
pusses around here? What?
What's the use?
With Brubaker gone, we're dead.
What could have happened to him?
He just disappeared.
Without him, we're nothing.
Is this my platoon talking?
Are you ready to throw
in the towel again?
What's the matter with you
guys? We still got Doberman.
Come on, pal,
let's hear that voice.
Give 'em a little confidence.
Many are the wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice would... ♪
No, save it, save it, save it.
Aw, let's stop kidding.
We're cooked.
And I had it all arranged for
my wife to meet me in Miami.
Boy, and she was sure
looking forward to it.
Your wife?
My folks were coming
down from Jacksonville
to meet me when
we got to Florida.
Your folks?
Well, you guys didn't tell me.
- Gee, I'm sorry.
- Don't blame yourself, Sarge.
It's not your fault
Brubaker disappeared.
Yeah, it's not your fault
Brubaker disappeared!
What, what, what,
what do you want, what?
All right, you're next.
- Let's get it over with.
- Hol-Hold it, wait a minute.
Lieutenant, sir, do you mind
putting on some other platoon?
We want to go on
last. Do you mind?
- Very well.
- Thank you, sir.
We aren't quite ready.
- What do you mean?
- What's the matter?-Wait a minute.
- Is the jeep outside?
- Right outside.
All right, look, stall 'em
till I get back. Keep stalling.
Ernie, Ernie, listen, we got to
be onstage in a few minutes.
But Colonel, couldn't we
wait just a few more minutes?
Sergeant Bilko
will be right back.
I'm sorry, Corporal, we've
waited just as long as we can.
- Yes, sir.
- We must go on.
And now, the last contestants:
Company "B," Third Platoon.
♪ I dream of Jeanie
with the light brown hair ♪
♪ Borne like a zephyr ♪
♪ On the summer air ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ ...see her tripping where
the bright streams play ♪
♪ Happy as the daisies
that dance on... ♪
"Thanks to Brubaker, we
are now in the semifinals.
"What a time we're having.
"Our $400 is almost gone,
but it was sure worth it.
"Sorry that special
detail came up
"and kept you from coming along.
"Wish you were here,
Your Singing Platoon."
Them lucky dogs.
Hey, Sarge, we
finished that detail.
We could get a pass to go.
That's right, Sarge...
We hop in your car,
we're in Miami in a
couple of days, huh?
- Car? What car?
- Your car. The...
- Sarge, you didn't.
- No, I didn't, huh?
How do you think
they got the $400?
What, have I got
private oil wells?
Oh, Sarge, you sold the car?
Well, that'll be a lesson.
You want to be a big
operator, you gotta pay off.
From now on, everything
is GI around here.
No daydreaming. Come on.
Look at this work piling up.
Get those daily roster
movements gone. Get...
- Hey, hey, Sarge, look at this.
- What?
"Special Services.
"Armed Forces boxing
tournament finals
at Fort Zimmer, Las Vegas."
You starting with
the daydreams again?
You starting with
the contests? That...
Las Vegas?
"Armed Forces boxing
tournament finals
at Fort Zimmer, Las Vegas."
That hot desert sun.
Gambling.
Maybe I can get a chance
to work out that roulette
system I've been planning.
Yeah, but the platoon is gone.
We got, we got
nobody left to fight.
Um, Henshaw.
- Yo.
- File this in the outer office.
Come here, come
here, wait a minute.
Let me see that. Do that again.
- What did I do?
- Do it, do it.
Did you ever see a right
hook like that in your life?
Never.
It's a... it's a bomb!
That's... Do that again.
Oh, come on, tell me
now, I'll keep it secret...
What was your fighting name?
- Oh, I never...
- Come on, "Battling" what?
Come on, you can
tell me. I'll tell nobody.
I never did any fighting, Sarge.
You never did any fighting.
It's all... Look at those
eyes. They're mean.
- He's a killer.
- He's a murderer when aroused.
You can see it.
Throw that hook, kid.
Oh, I would hate
to be on the re...
You're not a
bleeder, are you? No.
Brubaker was played
by Bob Dixon, Doberman
by Maurice Gosfield.
Henshaw was
played by Allan Melvin.