M*A*S*H1972

[Klinger has delivered letters to all the senior staff as per Col. Potter's order]

Hawkeye:
"You are invited to my tent tomorrow night at 1900 hours. Cordially, Sherman Potter. PS: That's an order." I don't understand.

Margaret:
[entering from another room] You won't believe what was left on my door.

BJ:
The crowd thickens.

Hawkeye:
Let me guess, does it look like this?

Margaret:
You got one?

BJ:
We all did.

Mulcahy:
[entering from outside] Hello, all. Say, I just received the most peculiar... [they all hold up their own letters] Oh... does anyone know what this means?

BJ:
I do. We're all invited to Col. Potter's tent for an after-dinner riddle.

Hawkeye:
Klinger, did he say anything to you what he gave these to you?

Klinger:
No. Just ordered me to deliver them and made a beeline for his office with that package he got today.

Margaret:
Package? What was in it?

Klinger:
I don't know, but he's been antsy about getting it ever since the trip to Tokyo. Came from some lawyers.

Hawkeye:
Lawyers? Why would he be hearing from lawyers? Divorce?

Margaret:
That's stupid. Who would divorce that sweet, wonderful man?

Hawkeye:
Maybe it's a lawsuit.

BJ:
Tax problem.

Charles:
Or a will. I don't wish to sound ghoulish and, mind you, I pray I'm assessing the evidence incorrectly, but what if the sick friend with the bad lab report is a ruse and it's Col. Potter who's sick.

Margaret:
No, don't even think that.

Hawkeye:
Let's not jump to conclusions.

Charles:
Agreed, but that would explain the phone call, the trip to Tokyo, his mood and the package from the lawyers.

BJ:
Yes, it would.

Hawkeye:
Look, if he's ill, we'll find out soon enough. I'm sure he'll tell us in his own way.

Mulcahy:
[looks at his letter again] Maybe he is.