BlackAdder the Third 3x6
Leave me alone Baldrick. If I'd wanted to talk to|a vegetable I'd have bought one at the market.
- Don't you want this message?|- No, thank you.
God, I'm wasted here.|It's no life for a man of noble blood
being servant to a master with the intellect of a|jugged walrus and all the social graces of a potty.
I'm wasted too.|I've been thinking of bettering myself.
I applied for the job|of village idiot of Kensington.
- Get anywhere?|- I got down to the last two.
- But I failed the final interview.|- What went wrong?
I turned up.|The other bloke was such an idiot he forgot to.
I'm afraid my ambitions stretch slightly further|than professional idiocy in West London.
I want to be remembered when I'm dead. I want|books written about me, songs sung about me.
And then, hundreds of years from now,|I want episodes from my life
to be played out weekly at half past nine|by some great heroic actor of the age.
Yeah, and I could be played|by some tiny tit in a beard.
- Quite. Now, what's this message?|- I thought you didn't want it.
- I may do. It depends what it is.|- So you do want it?
- Well, I don't know, do I? It depends what it is.|- I can't tell you unless you want to know.
Now I'm so confused I don't know|where I live or what my name is.
Your name is of no importance and you live|in the pipe in the upstairs water-closet.
Was the man who gave you this, by any chance,|a red-headed lunatic with a kilt and a claymore?
Yeah, and the funny thing is,|he looked exactly like you.
My mad cousin McAdder. The most dangerous|man ever to wear a skirt in Europe.
Yeah, he came in here playing the bagpipes,
then he made a haggis, sang Auld Lang Syne|and punched me in the face.
- Why?|- I called him a knock-kneed Scottish pillock.
An unwise action, Baldrick,|since Mad McAdder is a homicidal maniac.
My mother told me to stand up|to homicidal maniacs.
If this is the same mother who claimed|that you were a tall, handsome, stallion of a man,
- I should treat her opinions with caution.|- I love my mum.
And I love chops and sauce,|but I don't seek their advice.
I hate it when McAdder turns up. He's such a|frog-eyed, beetle-browed basket-case.
- He's the spitting image of you.|- No, he's not!
We're about as similar|as two completely dissimilar things in a pod.
What's the old tartan throw-back|banging on about this time?
"Have come South for rebellion."|Oh, God. Surprise, surprise.
"Staying with Miggins...|the time has come... best sword in Scotland...
insurrection... blood... large bowl of porridge...|rightful claim to throne..."
He's mad. He's mad.
He's madder than Mad Jack McMad the winner|of last year's Mr Madman competition.
Ah! The walrus awakes.
Blackadder, notice anything unusual?
Yes, sir, it's 11:30 in the morning|and you're moving about.
Is the bed on fire?
Well, I wouldn't know,|I've been out all night.
Guess what I've been doing? Wraaarrhhh...
- Beagling, sir?|- Better even than that.
Sink me, Blackadder, if I haven't just had|the most wonderful evening of my life.
Tell me all, sir.
As you know, when I set out I looked divine.|At the party, as I passed, all eyes turned.
- And I dare say, quite a few stomachs.|- Well, that's right.
And then these two ravishing beauties|came up to me and whispered in my ear
that they loved me.
- And what happened after you woke up?|- This was no dream, Blackadder.
Five minutes later I was in a coach flying through|the London night bound for the ladies' home.
And which ladies' home is this? A home for the|elderly or a home for the mentally disadvantaged?
No, no, no.|This was Apsley House. Do you know it?
Yes, sir. It is the seat of the Duke of Wellington.|Those ladies, I fancy, would be his nieces.
Oh, so you fancy them too?|Well, I don't blame you.
I spent a night of ecstasy|with a pair of Wellingtons and I loved it.
Sir, it may interest you to know|that the Iron Duke has always let it be known
that he will kill in cold blood anyone who takes|sexual advantage of any of his relatives.
Yes, but big-nose Wellington is in Spain|fighting the French - he'll never know.
On the contrary, sir.|Wellington triumphed six months ago.
- I'm dead.|- It would seem so, sir.
- I haven't got a prayer, have I, Blackadder?|- Against throat-slasher Wellington,
the finest blade His Majesty commands?|Not really, no.
Then I shall flee.|How's your French, Blackadder?
Parfait, monsieur.|But I fear France will not be far enough.
- Well, how's your Mongolian?|- Mmm, chang hatang motzo motzo.
But I fear Wellington is a close personal friend|of the chief Mongol. They were at Eton together.
I'm doomed. Doomed as the dodo.
(KNOCKING)|Oh, my God, he's here, Wellington's here already!
Oh, Your Grace, forgive me. I didn't know what I|was doing. I was a mad, sexually overactive fool.
Sir, it's Baldrick. You're perfectly safe.
- Until six o'clock tonight.|- Hurrooh.
From the Supreme Commander,|Allied Forces Europe.
"Sir, prince or pauper, when a man|soils a Wellington he puts his foot in it.
This is not a joke. I do not find my name|remotely funny, and people who do, end up dead.
I challenge you to a duel tonight|at eighteen hundred hours in which you will die.
Yours, with sincere apologies for your impending|slaughter, Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington."
Sounds a nice, polite sort of bloke.
Don't worry, sir, please.|Just consider that life is a valley of woe
filled with pain, misery, hunger and despair.
Not for me. As far as I'm concerned life is|a big palace full of food, drink and comfy sofas.
- May I speak, sir?|- Certainly not, Baldrick!
The Prince is about to die.|The last thing he wants to do
is exchange pleasantries|with a certified plum-duff.
Easy, Blackadder, let's hear him out.
Very well, Baldrick.|We shall hear you out, then throw you out.
Well, Your Majesty, I have a cunning plan|which could get you out of this problem.
Don't listen to him, sir.|It's a cruel proletarian trick to raise your hopes.
I shall have him shot the moment|he's finished clearing away your breakfast.
No, wait. Perhaps this disgusting degraded|creature is some sort of blessing in disguise.
Well, if he is, it's a very good disguise.
After all, did not our Lord send a lowly|earthworm to comfort Moses in his torment?
Well, it's the sort of thing he might have|done. Well, come on, Mr Spotty, speak.
Well, Your Majesty, I just thought -|this Wellington bloke's been in Europe for years.
He don't know what you looks like.
So why don't you get someone else|to fight the duel instead of you?
But I'm the Prince Regent!|My portrait hangs on every wall!
Answer that, Baldrick.
My cousin Bert Baldrick,|Mr Gainsborough's butler's dogsbody,
he says that all portraits look the same these|days, 'cause they're painted to a romantic ideal,
rather than as a true depiction of the idiosyncratic|facial qualities of the person in question.
Your cousin Bert obviously has|a larger vocabulary than you do, Baldrick.
He's right, damn him! Anybody could fight|the duel and Wellers would never know.
Baldrick's plan does seem to hinge on finding|someone willing to commit suicide on your behalf.
Yes, but he would be fabulously rewarded.
- Money, titles, castles...|- Coffin.
That's right, I thought maybe Mr Blackadder|himself would fancy the job.
What a splendid idea!
Excuse me, Your Highness.|Trouble with the staff.
Baldrick, does it have to be this way?
Our valued friendship ending|with me cutting you into long strips
and telling the Prince that you walked over a very|sharp cattle-grid in an extremely heavy hat?
Mr Blackadder, you was only just saying|in the kitchen how you wanted to rise again.
But, tiny, tiny brain, the Iron Duke will kill me.
To even think about taking him on you'd have|to be some kind of homicidal maniac
who was fantastically good at fighting,|like McAdder...
McAdder could fight the duel for me!
My apologies, sir. I was just having a word|with my insurance people.
Obviously I would be delighted|to die on your behalf.
God's toenails, Blackadder, I'm most damnably|grateful. You won't regret this you know.
Well, that's excellent. There's just one point,|though, sir, re: the suicide policy.
There is an unusual clause which states|that the policyholder must wear a big red wig
and affect a Scottish accent in the combat zone.
Small print, eh?
Ah, Mrs Miggins. Am I to gather|from your look of pie-eyed exhaustion
and the globules of porridge hanging off the walls
that my cousin McAdder|has presented his credentials?
Oh yes, indeed, sir. You've just missed him.
- I hope he's been practising with his claymore.|- Oh, I should say so!
I'm as weary as a dog with no legs|that's just climbed Ben Nevis.
A claymore is a sword, Mrs Miggins.
See this intricate wood carving|of the infant Samuel at prayer?
He whittled that with the tip of his|mighty weapon with his eyes closed.
He bid me bite on a plank,|there was a whirlwind of steel,
and within a minute three men lay dead|and I had a lovely new set of gnashers.
Just tell him to meet me here at five o'clock|to discuss an extremely cunning plan.
If all goes well, by tomorrow the clan of McAdder|will be marching the high road back to glory.
I'll do you a nice packed lunch.
Good news, Your Highness.
This evening I will carve the Duke into a piece|of furniture with some excellent dental work.
Your Highness? Your Highness!
Oh, thank God it's you, Blackadder.
I've just had word from Wellington,|he's on his way here now.
The Duke must believe from the very start|that I am you.
- Any ideas?|- There's no alternative, we must swap clothes.
Fantastic, yes, dressing up. I love it.
It's just like that story,|"The Prince And The Porpoise".
"..and the Pauper"
Oh, yes!|"The Prince and the Porpoise and the Pauper".
Excellent, excellent.|Why, my own father wouldn't recognise me.
Your own father never can. He's mad.
Unfortunately, sir, you do realise|that I shall have to treat you like a servant?
Oh, I think I can cope with that, Blackadder.
And you will have to get used to calling me|"Your Highness", Your Highness.
- "Your Highness, Your Highness."|- No, just "Your Highness", Your Highness.
That's what I said, "Your Highness,|Your Highness", Your Highness, Your Highness.
Yes, let's just leave that for now, shall we?|Complicated stuff obviously.
Big Nose is here...
- But what? Who? Where? How?|- Don't even try to work it out, Baldrick.
Two people you know well have exchanged coats|and now you don't know which is which.
I must say I'm pretty confused myself!|Which one of us is Wellington?
Wellington is the man at the door.
And the porpoise?
Hasn't arrived yet, sir.|We'll just have to fill in as best we can without it.
- Sir, if you would let the Duke in.|- Certainly, Your Highness, Your Highness.
And you'd better get out too, Baldrick.
Yes, Your Highness, Your Highness.
Oh, God!|If only they had a brain cell between them.
The Duke of Wellington!
Have I the honour|of addressing the Prince Regent, sir?
Congratulations, Highness,|your bearing is far nobler than I'd been informed.
Take my hat at once, sir, and be quicker|about it than you were with the door!
- Yes, my Lord.|- I'm a Duke, not a Lord!
Where were you trained, a dago dancing class?|Shall I have my people thrash him for you?
No, he's very new.|At the moment I'm sparing the rod.
Fatal error. Give them an inch|and before you know it they've got a foot,
much more than that|and you don't have a leg to stand on.
Now, sir, to business.
I am informed that your royal father|grows ever more eccentric
and at present believes himself to be|"a small village in Lincolnshire,
commanding spectacular views|of the Nene valley."
I therefore pass my full account of the war|on to you, the Prince of Wales.
"We won." Signed Wellington.
Well, that seems to sum it up very well.|Was there anything else?
Two other trifling affairs, sir.|The men had a whip-round and got you this.
Well, what I mean is, I had the men|roundly whipped until they got you this.
It's a cigarillo-case engraved with the regimental|crest of two crossed dead Frenchmen,
emblazoned on a mound|of dead Frenchmen motif.
Thank you very much.|And the other trifling thing?
- Your impending death, Highness.|- Yes, of course, mind like a sieve.
I can not deny I'm looking forward to it.
Britain has the finest trade,|the finest armies, the finest navies in the world.
And what do we have for royalty?|A mad Kraut sausage sucker
and a son who can't keep|his own sausage to himself.
- The sooner you're dead the better.|- You're very kind.
Now, you're no doubt anxious|to catch up with the news of the war.
I have here the most recent briefs|from my general in the field.
Yes, well if you could just pop them|in the laundry basket on the way out. Tea?
Now, let's turn to the second front, my Lord.
Now, as I understand it,|Napoleon is in North Africa.
- And Nelson is stationed in...|- Alaska, Your Highness.
In case Bony should try and trick us|by coming via the North Pole.
Perhaps a preferable stratagem, Your Grace,|might be to harry him amid-ships
as he leaves the Mediterranean.|Trafalgar might be quite a good spot.
Trafalgar? Well, I'll mention it to Nelson.
I'm beginning to regret|the necessity of killing you, Your Highness.
I'd been told by everybody|that the Prince was a confounded moron.
- Oh, no.|- Here's that tiresome servant of yours again.
Budge up, budge up.
How dare you|sit in the presence of your betters! Get up!
- Cripes, yes, I forgot.|- You speak when you're spoken to.
Unless you want to be flayed|across a gun carriage. Well?
Sir, I fear you have been too long a soldier. We no|longer treat servants that way in London society.
- Why, I hardly touched the man!|- I think you hit him very hard.
Nonsense! That would have been a hard hit.
I just hit him like that.
No, sir, a soft hit would be like this.
Whereas you hit him like this.
Please, um, I wonder if I might be excused,|Your Highness, Your Highness.
I'm sorry about that, sir,|but one has to keep up the pretence.
- I quite understand. You carry on the good work.|- Very well, sir.
Hang on, this is bloody coffee! I ordered tea!
You really are a confounded fool, aren't you?
I'd heard that the Prince was an imbecile, whereas|his servant Blackadder was respected about town.
Now that I discover the truth,|I'm disposed to beat you to death. Tea!
Tell me, do you ever stop bullying|and shouting at the lower orders?
Never! There's only one way to win a|campaign: shout, shout and shout again!
You don't think then that inspired leadership|and tactical ability have anything to do with it?
No! It's all down to shouting.
I hear that conditions in your army are appalling.
Well, I'm sorry, but those are my conditions|and you'll just have to accept them.
That is until this evening|when I shall kill you.
- Who knows, maybe I shall kill you.|- Nonsense.
I've never been so much as scratched,|my skin is as smooth as a baby's bottom.
Which is more than you can say for my bottom.
One point, sir. I should, perhaps,|warn you that while duelling
I tend to put on my lucky wig|and regimental accent.
That won't help you.
It would take a homicidal maniac|in a claymore and a kilt to get the better of me.
Well, that's handy.
I'm not leaving this kitchen|until that man is out of the house.
It's all right, Your Majesty,|don't worry, I'll deal with this.
Hello, Baldrick. I've brought your buns.|Where's Mr Blackadder?
Oh, not upstairs still, running about after that|port-swilling, tadpole-brained smelly-boots?
- I don't know who you mean.|- Prince George, Baldrick.
His boots smell so bad a man would need to have|his nose amputated before taking them off.
- Well, that's what Mr Blackadder says.|- As a joke.
Didn't you write a little poem|about him last week?
- No, I didn't.|- Oh, you did.
"In the winter it's cool, in the summer it's hot,|but all the year round, Prince George is a clot."
A lovely.|I said Prince George is a lovely.
I'd better be off anyway. Tell Mr Blackadder|to expect Mr McAdder at five o'clock.
As soon as that fat Prussian truffle-pig has got|his snout wedged into a bucket of tea-cakes.
It must be next door you're wanting,
strange woman|whom I've never seen before, Mrs Miggins.
Baldrick! Is it true?
Did you really write a poem|about how lovely I am?
Yes, and Mr Blackadder loves you too.
I must say I find that very touching. I do.|(BELL RINGS)
I wish they wouldn't keep on doing that.
Goodbye, sir.|And may the best man win - i.e. me.
- Your tea, sir.|- You're late!
Where the hell have you been for it? India?
- Or Ceylon?|- Or China?
Don't bother to show me the way out. I don't want|to die of old age before I get to the front door.
Ah! Miggins. So where's McAdder?|I thought he was going to be here at five o'clock.
Yes, I'm sorry. He's just popped out.
You look ever so similar to each other,|you know, it's quite eerie.
- Look, did you tell him to be here or not?|- I did, you just keep missing each other.
- I can't imagine why.|- I'll tell you why!
It's because there's no coffee shop in England|big enough for two Blackadders.
Ah! Good day, cousin McAdder.|I trust you are well.
Aye, well enough.
- And Morag?|- She bides fine.
And how stands that mighty army,|the clan McAdder?
They're both well.
I always thought|that Jamie and Angus were such fine boys.
- Angus is a girl.|- Of course.
So, tell me, cousin,|I hear you have a cunning plan.
I do, I do.
I want you to take the place of the Prince Regent|and kill the Duke of Wellington in a duel.
- Aye, and what's in it for me?|- Enough cash to buy the Outer Hebrides.
- What do you think?|- Fourteen shillings and sixpence?
Well, it's tempting.|But I've got an even better plan.
Why don't I pretend to be the Duke of Wellington|and kill the Prince of Wales in a duel?
Then I could kill the King and be crowned|with the ancient stone bonnet of McAdder.
And I shall wear the granite gown and limestone|bodice of MacMiggins, Queen of all the herds.
Look, for God's sake, McAdder, you're not Rob Roy.
You're a top kipper salesman|with a reputable firm of Aberdeen fishmongers.
Don't throw it all away. If you kill the Prince|they'll just send the bailiffs round and arrest you.
Oh blast, I forgot the bailiffs.
- So we can return to our original plan then?|- No, I'm not interested.
I'd rather go to bed|with the Loch Lomond monster.
And I have to be back in the office on Friday.
I promised Mr McNaulty I'd shift|a particularly difficult bloater for him.
Forget the whole thing.|I'm off home with Miggsy.
Yes, yes. Show me the glen where the kipper|roams free. And forget Morag forever.
No, never. I must do right by Morag.
We must return to Scotland and you must|fight her in the old Highland way -
bare-breasted|and each carrying an eight pound baby.
Yes! I love babies.
You're a woman of spirit! I look forward|to burying you in the old Highland manner.
Farewell, Blackadder, you spineless goon.
Oh, God!|Fortune vomits on my eiderdown once more.
Ah, Blackadder. It has been a wild afternoon|full of strange omens.
I dreamt that a large eagle|circled the room three times,
and then got into bed with me|and took all the blankets.
And then I saw that it wasn't an eagle at all|but a large black snake.
Also, Duncan's horses did turn|and eat each other - as usual.
- Good portents for your duel, do you think?|- Not very good, sir. I'm afraid the duel is off.
- Off?|- As in "sod". I'm not doing it.
By thunder, here's a pretty game. You will stay,|sir, and do duty by your Prince or I shall...
Or what, you port-brained twerp?|I've looked after you all my life.
Even when we were babies I had to show you|which bit of your mother was serving the drinks.
Please, please, you've got to help me.|I don't want to die.
- I've got so much to give. I want more time.|- A poignant plea, sir.
But the answer, I'm afraid, must remain:|"You're going to die, fat pig."
Oh, wait, wait! I'll give you everything.
Everything?|The money, the castles, the jewellery?
The highly artistic|but also highly illegal set of French lithographs?
The amusing clock where the little man comes out|and drops his trousers every half hour?
- Yes, yes, all right.|- Very well, I accept.
A man may fight for many things:|his country, his principles, his friends,
the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child.
But personally|I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash,
an amusing clock,|and a sack of French porn. You're on.
Here's the plan.
When he offers me the swords, I kick him|in the nuts and you set fire to the building.
In the confusion we claim a draw.
Your Highness, let's be about our business.
Don't forget, Baldrick. You... when I...
Come, sir. Choose your stoker.
- Are we going to tickle each other to death?|- No, sir. We fight with cannon.
But I thought we were fighting with swords.
What do you think this is, the Middle Ages?|Only girls fight with swords these days.
Stand by your gun, sir.|Hup two three! Hup two three!
Wait a minute!
Stand by cannon for loading procedure.|Stoke! Muzzle! Wrench!
"Congratulations on choosing the Armstrong|Whitworth four-pounder cannonette.
Please read instructions carefully and it should|give years of trouble-free maiming."
Chart trajectory! Prime fuse! Aim!
- Wait a minute.|- Fire!
- Mr B! Sir, please help me get his coat off.|- Leave it, Baldrick. It doesn't matter.
Yes it does. Blood's hell to shift.|I want to get it in to soak.
You die like a man, sir - in combat.
You think so? Dammit, we must build|a better world. When will the killing end?
You don't think I too dream of peace?
You don't think that I too yearn to end|this damn dirty job we call soldiering?
Frankly, no. My final wish on this Earth|is that Baldrick be sold
to provide funds|for a Blackadder foundation to promote peace
and to do research into the possibility|of an automatic machine for cleaning shoes.
And so I charge...
His Highness is dead.
Actually, I'm not sure I am.
That cigarillo-box you gave me was placed exactly|at the point where the cannon-ball struck.
I always said smoking was good for you.
Honour is satisfied.|God clearly preserves you for greatness.
His Highness is saved. Hurrah!
Um, no actually, it's me. I'm His Highness.|Well done, Bladders, glad you made it.
What in the name of Bonaparte's balls|is this fellow doing now?
No, I really am the Prince. It was all just larks,|and darn fine larks at that I thought.
I have never, in all my campaigns,|encountered such insolence!
Your master survives an honourable duel|and you cheek him like a French whoopsy!
I can contain myself no longer!
I die. I hope men will say of me|that I did duty by my country.
I think that's pretty unlikely, sir. If I was you|I'd try for something a bit more realistic.
- Like what?|- You hope that men will think of you as a thicky.
All right, I'll hope that.|Toodle-oo, everyone.
(A VOICE):|Kneel for His Majesty, the King of England!
Somebody told me my son was here.
I wish him to marry this rose-bush.|I want to make the wedding arrangements.
Here I am, Daddy.
This is the Iron Duke Wellington,|commander of all your armed forces.
Yes, I recognised the enormous conk.
- He's a hero. A man of wit and discretion.|- Bravo!
You know, my son, for the first time in my life|I have a real fatherly feeling about you.
People may say I'm stark raving mad|and say the word Penguin after each sentence,
but I believe that we two can make Britain great,
you as the Prince Regent and I as King Penguin.
Well, let's hope, eh?
Wellington, will you come|and dine with us at the palace?
- My family have a lot to thank you for.|- With great pleasure.
Your father may be as mad as a balloon,|but I think you have the makings of a fine king.
Eine wunderbare Hochzeitja!
Baldrick, clear away that dead butler, will you?
There's a new star in heaven tonight.|A new freckle on the nose of the giant pixie.
No, actually Baldrick, I'm not dead.|You see, I had a cigarillo-box too, look.
Oh, damn, I must have left it on the dresser...
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BlackAdder Christmas Carol 1988
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Bullets Over Broadway
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