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-Baldrick: -GREEN | 0:00:19 | 0:00:22 | |
-The Prince Regent: -CYAN | 0:00:22 | 0:00:25 | |
Well, Mrs Miggins, a return to sanity the hustings are over. | 0:00:36 | 0:00:42 | |
After the chaos of a general election we can return to normal. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:48 | |
-Has there been an election, then? -Indeed there has. -I never noticed. -Well, YOU'RE not eligible to vote. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:56 | |
-Why not? -Virtually no one is women, peasants...chimpanzees... lunatics, Lords. | 0:00:56 | 0:01:05 | |
-No, Lord Nelson's got a vote! -He's got a BOAT, Baldrick. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:11 | |
Democracy's marvellous. Look at Manchester population, 60,000; electoral roll, 3. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:19 | |
-It doesn't seem fair to ME. -Well, of course it's not FAIR ! | 0:01:19 | 0:01:24 | |
Give the like of Baldrick the vote and we'll be back to death by stoning, and dung for dinner. | 0:01:24 | 0:01:32 | |
I'm having dung for dinner tonight! | 0:01:32 | 0:01:36 | |
So who are they electing? | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
The usual lot: fat Tory landowners who get made MPs when they reach a certain weight, | 0:01:38 | 0:01:45 | |
and revolutionaries who think that working entitles them to pay! | 0:01:45 | 0:01:51 | |
It's toffs at the top, plebs at the bottom, and ME in the middle making money out of both of them. | 0:01:51 | 0:01:59 | |
-Things could change. -Not while Pitt the Elder's Prime Minister. | 0:01:59 | 0:02:04 | |
He's as effective as a cat-flap in an elephant house. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:09 | |
As long as his feet are warm and he gets a nap, he doesn't bother anyone until his potty's full. | 0:02:09 | 0:02:18 | |
< Honourable Members, I call upon the new Prime Minister, Mr William Pitt...the Younger. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:26 | |
Mr Speaker, I shall be brief... as I have become Prime Minister right in the middle of my exams. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:36 | |
I look forward to fulfilling my duty in a manner of which Nanny would be proud. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:42 | |
I shall introduce legislation to destroy 3 enemies of the state. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:48 | |
The first is that evil dictator, Napoleon Bonaparte. Hear, hear! | 0:02:48 | 0:02:55 | |
The second is my geography master, banana-breath Scrigshanks. | 0:02:55 | 0:03:01 | |
But most of all, sirs, I intend to pursue that utter slob, the Prince of Wales! Hear, hear! | 0:03:01 | 0:03:09 | |
This year alone he has spent £15,000 on banqueting. Boo, boo, boo! | 0:03:09 | 0:03:15 | |
£20,000 on perfume. Pooh, pooh, pooh! | 0:03:15 | 0:03:20 | |
And most astonishingly of all, an astonishing £59,000 on socks! | 0:03:20 | 0:03:26 | |
Shame, shame, shame! | 0:03:26 | 0:03:29 | |
Therefore, my main priorities are: one, war with France... Hear, hear! | 0:03:29 | 0:03:35 | |
two, tougher sentences for geography teachers... Yes! | 0:03:35 | 0:03:40 | |
and three, a kick up the Prince's backside! Yaaaay! | 0:03:40 | 0:03:45 | |
I now call upon the leader of the opposition to test me on my Latin vocab! | 0:03:45 | 0:03:52 | |
Sir... | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
-A major crisis has arisen. -Yes, I know, Blackadder. | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
-You do, sir? -Yes, socks! Run out again. No matter how many millions of pairs I buy, I never have any. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:09 | |
Sir, there is a weightier problem. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:13 | |
They just disappear! You'd think someone was selling the damn things. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:20 | |
Impossible, sir. Only you and I have access to your socks. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:28 | |
-Yes, you're right. For ME, socks are like sex. Tons of it about and -I -never seem to get any! | 0:04:28 | 0:04:35 | |
Sir...I read fearful news in this morning's paper. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:41 | |
Not another little cat stuck in a tree? | 0:04:41 | 0:04:45 | |
No, there is a vote afoot to strike you from the civil list. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:50 | |
Yes, yes, but what about my socks?! | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
If this bill goes through, you won't have any socks... or shirts or pantaloons. | 0:04:53 | 0:05:00 | |
They're going to bankrupt you. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:03 | |
They can't do that. The public love me. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:08 | |
Only the other day they sang, "We hail Prince George!" | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
-"We HATE Prince George!" -Was it?! | 0:05:12 | 0:05:17 | |
I fear so. However, the numbers in the Commons are exactly equal. We only need to find one more MP. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:26 | |
-Hurrah! Any ideas? -Well, yes, there is one man who might do. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:32 | |
-A rather crusty foulmouthed man, Sir Talbot Buxomley. -Don't know him. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:39 | |
Sir Talbot has the worst attendance record of any MP. On the one occasion he DID attend, | 0:05:39 | 0:05:46 | |
he passed water in the Great Hall and then passed out. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:51 | |
-We need his support. -What's he like? | 0:05:51 | 0:05:55 | |
According to Who's Who, his hobbies are flogging servants, shooting poor people, and promoting slavery. | 0:05:55 | 0:06:04 | |
Excellent! Sensible policies for a happier Britain. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:09 | |
-However, we will need to offer him some sort of incentive. -Anything in mind? | 0:06:09 | 0:06:15 | |
-Make him a judge. -Is he qualified? | 0:06:15 | 0:06:19 | |
-He's a violent, bigoted old fool. -He sounds a bit OVERqualified. Get him here. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:26 | |
-I will return before you can say antidisestablishmentarianism. -I think not! | 0:06:26 | 0:06:33 | |
Antidistibelits... Antimistelinstid... | 0:06:33 | 0:06:38 | |
-Antidistinctlymintymonetarism... -Sir Talbot Buxomley, MP. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:47 | |
Buxomley, splendid! How are you? | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
-Heartily well. I dined hugely off a servant before I came. -Em, you eat your servants? -No, sir! | 0:06:50 | 0:06:58 | |
I eat OFF them. Why spend money on tables when I've men about? | 0:06:58 | 0:07:04 | |
-Indeed! Now, Mr Pitt's intentions... -Young scallywag! | 0:07:04 | 0:07:09 | |
-You don't approve of his plans to abolish me? -I do not! Damn his eyes! Damn his duck pond! | 0:07:09 | 0:07:17 | |
-Hurrah for that! -I care not a jot that you are the son of a certified sauerkraut-sucking loon. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:24 | |
-It minds not ME that you talk like a plate of beans working their way out of a cow! -Oh, good. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:32 | |
-It is no skin off MY rosy nose that almost anything would make a better Regent than YOU. -Bravo! | 0:07:32 | 0:07:40 | |
-The fact is, you ARE Regent. -Yes. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
And I shall stick by you, though infirmity lay me waste and ill-health curse me! | 0:07:43 | 0:07:50 | |
Well, good on you, sir! And don't talk about infirmity... | 0:07:50 | 0:07:56 | |
Why, you are the hardy stock that is the core of Britain's greatness. | 0:07:56 | 0:08:01 | |
You have a demi-god's physique purple of cheek, plump of fetlock. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:07 | |
The well-filled trouser that tells of a human body in perfect order! | 0:08:07 | 0:08:12 | |
-He's dead, sir. -Dead?! -Yes, Your Highness. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:17 | |
-What bad luck. We were getting on. -We must move at once. -Where to? | 0:08:17 | 0:08:23 | |
Sir Talbot represented Dunny-on-the-Wold. And luckily, it's a rotten borough! | 0:08:23 | 0:08:30 | |
Really?! Is it? | 0:08:30 | 0:08:33 | |
Well...lucky, lucky us! | 0:08:33 | 0:08:36 | |
Lucky, lucky... | 0:08:37 | 0:08:39 | |
luck...lurrck...lurrrck... cluck, cluck...lurrck, lurrrck... cluck, cluck. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:47 | |
-You don't know what a rotten borough is, do you? -No. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:57 | |
So, why the chicken impression? | 0:08:57 | 0:09:00 | |
-Ah... So, what is a robber button? -Rotten borough! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:06 | |
-Quite. -A rotten borough is where the landowner controls the voters AND the MP. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:13 | |
-Good. And a robber button is...? -Could we leave that for a moment? | 0:09:13 | 0:09:19 | |
Dunny-on-the-Wold is a tuppeny-ha'penny half acre of sodden marshland in Suffolk. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:27 | |
Population three mangy cows, a dachshund named Colin, and a small hen in its late forties. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:35 | |
So, no people at all... apart from Colin? | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
-Colin is a dog, sir. -Oh, yes. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:44 | |
-Only one voter lives there. -What's the plan? | 0:09:44 | 0:09:49 | |
We must buy Dunny-on-the-Wold to control the voter. I need £1,000. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:56 | |
I thought you said it was a tuppeny-ha'penny place. | 0:09:56 | 0:10:00 | |
The LAND will be tuppence ha'penny, but there are other expenses. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:06 | |
Stamp duty, window tax, swamp insurance, hen food, dog biscuits, cow ointment. The list is endless. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:14 | |
Fine! The money's in my desk. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
-No, it's in my wallet. -Splendid! No time to lose, eh? -Precisely. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:23 | |
-Now, who is to be MP ? -Tricky. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:26 | |
What we need is an unknown over whom we have complete power. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:31 | |
A man with no ideas of his own. One might say, a man with no brain. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:37 | |
-RINGS BELL -Any thoughts? -Yes, Your Highness. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:42 | |
You rang, my lord? | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
-Meet the new MP for Dunny-on-the-Wold. -But he's an absolute arsehead! | 0:10:47 | 0:10:54 | |
Precisely. Our slogan shall be, "A rotten candidate for a rotten borough." | 0:10:54 | 0:11:01 | |
Baldrick, go back to your sink and prepare for government. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:06 | |
Right now, all we have to do is fill in the MP application form. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:13 | |
-Name? -Baldrick. -First name? | 0:11:13 | 0:11:16 | |
-I'm not sure. -You must have SOME idea. -It might be Sod-off. | 0:11:16 | 0:11:22 | |
What?! | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
When I used to play in the gutter the other snipes used to say, "Sod off, Baldrick!" | 0:11:26 | 0:11:34 | |
-All right...Mr -S -Baldrick. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
-Distinguishing features? None. -I've got this growth on my face. -That's your nose, Baldrick. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:47 | |
Now, any history of insanity in the family? I'll cross out "in". | 0:11:49 | 0:11:54 | |
Any history of SANITY in the family? None whatsoever. | 0:11:54 | 0:11:59 | |
-Now then, criminal record? -Absolutely not! | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
Come on, you're going to be an MP ! I'll just put fraud and sexual deviancy. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:10 | |
Now...minimum bribe level? | 0:12:12 | 0:12:15 | |
One turnip. Oh, wait, I don't want to price myself out of the market. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:21 | |
-Baldrick, do you have any ambitions in life apart from the acquisition of turnips? -Em, no. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:29 | |
-What would you do with £1,000 ? -I'd get a little turnip of my own. | 0:12:29 | 0:12:34 | |
-What would you do with £1 million? -That's different. I'd get a big turnip in the country. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:42 | |
-KNOCK AT DOOR -Here...sign here. | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
Your Highness, Pitt the Younger. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
Hello there, young shaver-me-lad! | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
I say, I've a sixpence here for you if you can say which hand it's in! | 0:13:00 | 0:13:05 | |
Ahhh, school, school! Half hols, is it? I bet you can't wait to get back on the cricket field. | 0:13:06 | 0:13:15 | |
Mr Pitt is the Prime Minister, sir. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
Oh, go on! Is he? What, young snotty here? | 0:13:19 | 0:13:23 | |
-I'd rather have a runny nose than a runny brain! -Eh? | 0:13:23 | 0:13:28 | |
Em, excuse me, Prime Minister, we have some lovely jelly in the pantry... | 0:13:28 | 0:13:34 | |
-Don't patronise me, you lower middle class yobbo! What flavour is it? -Blackcurrant. -Eeuuurrghh! | 0:13:34 | 0:13:43 | |
Is this really the PM ? Seems like an oily tick. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:47 | |
-When I was at school, we used to get his sort to bend over and we'd use them as a toast rack. -I know! | 0:13:48 | 0:13:56 | |
-Once, it was -I -who stood in the big schoolroom, a hot crumpet burning my cheeks with shame. | 0:13:56 | 0:14:03 | |
Since that day I've been working to become Prime Minister and fight sloth and privilege wherever it be! | 0:14:03 | 0:14:12 | |
I trust you removed the crumpet. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
You'll regret this, gentlemen! | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
You think you can thwart my plans by winning the by-election! | 0:14:18 | 0:14:23 | |
-But you will be thrashed. I intend to put up my own brother as a candidate! -Which Pitt is this? | 0:14:23 | 0:14:31 | |
Pitt the Toddler? Pitt the Embryo? | 0:14:31 | 0:14:35 | |
Pitt the Glint in the Milkman's Eye? | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
Hah! | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
Sirs, as I said to Metternich at the Conference of Strasbourg, "Pooh to you, with knobs on!" | 0:14:43 | 0:14:51 | |
-What a ghastly squit! He's not going to win, is he? -No. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:57 | |
Firstly, we shall fight on issues not personalities; | 0:14:57 | 0:15:02 | |
secondly, we are a new force; and thirdly, of course, we'll cheat. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:09 | |
Good evening and welcome to the Dunny-on-the-Wold by-election. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:15 | |
The turnout has been very good. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:18 | |
The voter turned out very early. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:21 | |
I can now bring you the result of our exclusive Exit Poll which produced a 100% result for... | 0:15:21 | 0:15:29 | |
"Go away, you nosey bastard." | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
< Mr Hanna, interview the candidates. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
I'll do that now. I can see Prince George, leader of the Adder party. | 0:15:35 | 0:15:42 | |
He is described in his party newsheet as a great moral leader, | 0:15:42 | 0:15:48 | |
but he's described by almost everyone else as a flatulent git. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:53 | |
-Prince George, hello. -Hello. -And good evening, Colin. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:59 | |
-How do you see your prospects in this campaign? -Well, I think this election is disgraceful! | 0:15:59 | 0:16:06 | |
We paid for this seat. We shouldn't have to stand for it! | 0:16:06 | 0:16:12 | |
-And why is it a man never has enough socks?! -Fighting words from the Prince! | 0:16:12 | 0:16:18 | |
Now let's hear from the Adder party candidate, Mr S Baldrick, who so far has not commented on his policies. | 0:16:18 | 0:16:26 | |
With him is his election agent, Mr E Blackadder. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:31 | |
We are going to fight this campaign on issues not personalities. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:37 | |
-Why is that? -Because our candidate doesn't have a personality. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:42 | |
-He hasn't discussed issues either. -He's got a throat infection. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:48 | |
-What does the S in his name stand for? -Sod off. -Fair enough. None of my business really. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:55 | |
Now it's time for a result. | 0:16:55 | 0:16:58 | |
Tension is running very high here. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
Mr Blackadder assures me that this will be the first honest vote ever in a rotten borough. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:08 | |
And behind me I can just see the returning officer coming forward. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:14 | |
As the acting returning officer for Dunny-on-the-Wold... | 0:17:14 | 0:17:18 | |
The acting returning officer is Mr E Blackadder. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:22 | |
The previous returning officer accidentally stabbed himself in the stomach while shaving. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:30 | |
I now announce the number of votes cast as follows | 0:17:30 | 0:17:35 | |
-Brigadier General Horace Balsam... -'Keep royalty white, rat catching, and safe sewage party.' -No votes. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:43 | |
Ivor "jest ye not madam" Biggun... | 0:17:45 | 0:17:49 | |
-'Standing at the back dressed stupidly party.' -No votes. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:54 | |
-Pitt the Even Younger... -'Whig.' -No votes. -'There's a shock.' | 0:18:01 | 0:18:07 | |
-Mr S Baldrick... -'Adder party.' | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
Sixteen thousand, four hundred and seventy-two. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:17 | |
CHEERS | 0:18:17 | 0:18:20 | |
And there you have it victory for the Adder party! | 0:18:20 | 0:18:25 | |
Let's talk to the candidates. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:28 | |
William Pitt the Even Younger, are you disappointed? | 0:18:28 | 0:18:33 | |
Yes, I smeared my opponent, bribed the Press, and threatened the electorate. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:40 | |
I fail to see what more a decent politician could've done. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:45 | |
Now, Ivor Biggun. No votes at all for you. Are you disappointed? | 0:18:45 | 0:18:51 | |
No. I always say, if you can't laugh, what can you do? | 0:18:51 | 0:18:56 | |
Take up politics perhaps. Has your party got any policies? | 0:18:56 | 0:19:02 | |
Oh, yes! We're for compulsory serving of asparagus at breakfast, and the abolition of slavery! | 0:19:02 | 0:19:10 | |
Many moderate people would respect your stand on asparagus, but surely abolishing slavery is a bit extreme? | 0:19:10 | 0:19:18 | |
Oh, we put that in for a joke! See you next year! | 0:19:18 | 0:19:22 | |
And now, finally, a word with the man at the centre of things, the voter himself, "Mr E Black..." | 0:19:22 | 0:19:32 | |
-Mr Blackadder, YOU are the one voter in this rotten borough? -Yes. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:40 | |
-How long have you lived here? -Since Wednesday morning. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:45 | |
The previous electorate accidentally cut his head off while combing his hair. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:52 | |
-One voter sixteen thousand, four hundred and seventy-two votes. A slight anomaly? -Not really. | 0:19:52 | 0:20:00 | |
Mr Baldrick may look like a monkey who's been strategically shaved, but he's a brilliant politician. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:07 | |
The number of votes I cast reflects my belief in his policies. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:13 | |
Another great day for democracy. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:16 | |
That's all from ME, Vincent Hanna, "Country Squire's Pig and Fertiliser Gazette", Dunny-on-the-Wold. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:24 | |
-We are reprieved. It is a triumph for stupidity over common sense. -Ta. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:28 | |
As a reward, Baldrick, take a short holiday. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:33 | |
Did you enjoy it? Good. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:35 | |
< Will the Honourable Members cast their votes for the striking of the Prince off the civil lists. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:44 | |
Excuse me... Eh, excuse me... | 0:20:44 | 0:20:47 | |
-Excuse me! -Hello, little chappie. New here? -Yeah. I support the Prince and I don't know how to vote. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:56 | |
-Well, we'll soon change that. Come along with ME. -Oh, thanks. | 0:20:56 | 0:21:01 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
Well, if it isn't the Lord Privy toast rack! Pull up a muffin. Sit yourself down. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:14 | |
-You don't like me, do you? -Well, nobody likes a loser. | 0:21:14 | 0:21:19 | |
-Is that why nobody likes YOU ? -What? | 0:21:19 | 0:21:23 | |
-You lost the vote. Your monkey obligingly voted for US. -Oh, God. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:28 | |
If you want something done properly, kill Baldrick before you start. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:34 | |
You and your disgusting master have 24 hours to get out! | 0:21:34 | 0:21:39 | |
24 hours is a long time in politics. | 0:21:39 | 0:21:42 | |
There is just one thing before I go. | 0:21:42 | 0:21:45 | |
I've got this sort of downy hair on my chest. Is that normal? Also, I get lonely and confused. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:56 | |
I've written a poem about it. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:58 | |
-"Why do nice girls hate me...?" -Oh, get out, you nauseating adolescent! | 0:21:58 | 0:22:05 | |
How could I have been so stupid?! | 0:22:12 | 0:22:15 | |
Goodbye, Millionaire's Row; hello, room 12 of the Rest Home for the Terminally Short of Cash! | 0:22:15 | 0:22:23 | |
-And to think you once dreamed you'd end up in the House of Lords! -What? -The House of Lords. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:31 | |
-Of course! I'd forgotten about the House of Lords. They'll never let the bill through. -Oh, hurrah! | 0:22:31 | 0:22:39 | |
-Take Baldrick off the spit. -Hurrah. -I've a plan so cunning you could add a tail and call it a weasel. | 0:22:39 | 0:22:48 | |
-Dah-rah! -Blackadder, you look as happy as a man who thought a cat had done its business on his pie, | 0:22:50 | 0:22:58 | |
but it turned out to be an extra big blackberry! | 0:22:58 | 0:23:03 | |
-Did our plan go well? -Excellently. Order a thousand pairs of finest cotton socks, | 0:23:04 | 0:23:12 | |
-and prepare for Brighton. -Hurrah! | 0:23:12 | 0:23:15 | |
There was however one slight... ahem...hiccup. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:20 | |
No, COUGH, I think you mean. | 0:23:20 | 0:23:22 | |
No, sir, HICCUP. The motion about your impoverishment has now moved on to the House of Lords. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:32 | |
Oh, bravo! No worry there, then. They'll all be behind me. | 0:23:32 | 0:23:37 | |
-Ah, would that were so. These are treacherous times. -Are they? -Yes. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:43 | |
-It might be wise to appoint a new Lord to make sure the old Lords vote the right way. -A new Lord...? | 0:23:43 | 0:23:51 | |
-Any idea who? -Well, one name does leap to mind. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:55 | |
-Does it? -Yes, sir. -Could it leap a bit higher? | 0:23:55 | 0:24:01 | |
A young man in your service who has done sterling work matching the machinations of the evil Pitt. | 0:24:01 | 0:24:09 | |
Oh, of course, Blackadder! How can I thank you enough? | 0:24:11 | 0:24:16 | |
We might also bribe a few Lords to listen to their consciences. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:22 | |
-How many should we bribe? -I think 300...at £1,000 each. | 0:24:22 | 0:24:28 | |
-Three hundred thousand pounds?! -FOUR hundred thousand, I think. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:33 | |
Yes, yes, you're right. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
Thank God you're here to advise me. How do I appoint this Lord chappie? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:44 | |
It's very simple. YOU put on YOUR robes of state; HE puts on HIS. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:49 | |
Then you sign a document and despatch him to the Lords. | 0:24:49 | 0:24:55 | |
-Excellent! I shall change at once. -And so, sir, shall -I. | 0:24:55 | 0:25:00 | |
Voila, Mrs Miggins! My robes of state. £1,000 well spent. | 0:25:02 | 0:25:08 | |
Ooooh-hooooh, very nice! | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
-Ooh, it's real cat, isn't it? -No! | 0:25:12 | 0:25:15 | |
It is finest leather-trimmed ermine with gold medallion accessories. | 0:25:15 | 0:25:22 | |
Oh, go on! It's CAT. Oh, look, they've left the little collars on! | 0:25:22 | 0:25:28 | |
"Mr Frisky. If found, please return to Emma Hamilton, Marine Parade, Portsmouth." Damn! | 0:25:30 | 0:25:37 | |
-Who cares about a dead cat now I'm a fat cat? -You're full of yourself today, Mr B. -Unlike Mr Frisky (!) | 0:25:38 | 0:25:47 | |
-My Lord... -My Lord-S. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
-I'm sorry...? -My Lord-S. There is more than one Lord in the vicinity. -Oh, well, yes. | 0:25:51 | 0:25:58 | |
Will you please welcome... the Lord Baldrick! | 0:25:58 | 0:26:03 | |
-You made...BALDRICK...a Lord?! -Well, yes! | 0:26:11 | 0:26:18 | |
One who has matched "the evil Pitt." Good old Lord Baldrick! | 0:26:18 | 0:26:24 | |
It's OK, Blackadder. You don't have to curtsey. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:28 | |
-Sir, might I exclaim violently? -Certainly. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:32 | |
DAMN ! Thank you, sir. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
-I say, that's a strange get-up. -Yes, I'm just off to a fancy dress party. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:42 | |
I'm going as Lady Hamilton's pussy. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:45 | |
There's just one question, sir... | 0:26:48 | 0:26:51 | |
About the £400,000 to influence the Lords...? | 0:26:51 | 0:26:55 | |
I gave that to Lord Baldrick! | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
Ah, sir, might I take Lord Baldrick downstairs and instruct him in his Lordly duties? | 0:26:58 | 0:27:06 | |
-I think that's a splendid idea! -This way...My Lord (!) | 0:27:06 | 0:27:11 | |
-Give me the bloody money, Baldrick, or you're dead! -Give me the bloody money or you're dead, MY LORD ! | 0:27:16 | 0:27:24 | |
Just do it, Baldrick! Otherwise I shall knight you with this meat cleaver. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:31 | |
-I haven't got it. -What?! -I spent it. | 0:27:32 | 0:27:35 | |
You SPENT IT ?! What could YOU possibly spend £400,000 on? | 0:27:35 | 0:27:41 | |
No, no... | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
Oh, God, don't tell me. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
My dream turnip. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:52 | |
Baldrick, how did you manage to find a turnip costing £400,000 ? | 0:27:52 | 0:27:58 | |
Well, I had to haggle. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:02 | |
This is the worst moment of my entire life. | 0:28:04 | 0:28:08 | |
I've spent my last penny on a cat-skin windcheater. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:13 | |
I've just broken a priceless turnip. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:16 | |
-KNOCK AT DOOR -And now I'm about to be slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:24 | |
Well, Baldrick, this is the last time that I dabble in politics! | 0:28:24 | 0:28:29 | |
Subtitles by Ewan Angus BBC Scotland, 1987 | 0:29:04 | 0:29:08 |