It is frigid cold outside; the 4077 gang are heavily layered and playing Strip Poker in the O Club. Colonel Potter enters with the announcement of a big push from I Corp which will, inevitably lead to several waves of casualties and days of horror. When he makes a stupid remark to Potter, the savvy CO calls out Chuckles. But Zale is no prize, either; he traded most of 4077's stock of sodium pentothal for plasma. So, to anesthesize casualties, 4077 must use ether and nitrous oxide; ether is flammable and the OR cannot use their heaters. Poor Radar: he calls everywhere, looking for sodium pentathol and ends up training "rookies." The ether knocks Margaret off her feet; Father Mulcahy feels terrible. He offers to deal with the local black market to get some SP; Father asks Chuckles to donate food and a case of wine to the SP endeavor, but Chuckles insists on being present to supervise the exchange. They finally get the SP, but Father tells Potter although Chuckles was a blessing out ... Written by
Once again it is cold. Everyone is suffering. But more important is the fact that the unit is out of sodium pentathol, the anesthetic they use for serious operations. Radar tries everything he can because there is a major offensive and casualties begin to come in droves. Mulcahy has a solution. To go to black marketeers. They hit Winchester for his wine, but he insists on going along as they approach these bad guys because he feels he has an investment. Mulcahy is worried about how things will go. Of course, Winchester is totally incompetent when it comes to dealing with this riff-raff. When push comes to shove, the Major nearly gets Mulcany and himself killed. This is a good episode.
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