Blackadder series 4 Episode 1 is called Captain Cook. Set in the trenches of World War 1, it marks the peak of creative writing for the Blackadder series. It is also the most intelligently written series. Here is the full script for Episode 1 Captain Cook.
Blackadder Season 4 Episode 1 – Captain Cook Full Script
[The dugout. Blackadder is sitting in a chair reading a book. A record is playing softly. Scratching noises are heard.]
Blackadder: Baldrick, what are you doing out there?
Baldrick: I’m carving something on this bullet sir.
Blackadder: What are you carving?
Baldrick: I’m carving “Baldrick”, sir.
Baldrick: It’s part of a cunning plan, Sir.
Blackadder: Of course it is.
Baldrick: You see, you know they say that somewhere there’s a bullet with your name on it?
Baldrick: Well, I thought if I owned the bullet with my name on it, I’d never get hit by it, ‘cos I won’t ever shoot myself.
Blackadder: Oh, shame.
Baldrick: And, the chances of there being two bullets with my name on them are very small indeed.
Blackadder: That’s not the only thing around here that’s “very small indeed”. Your brain for example, is so minute, Baldrick, that if a hungry cannibal cracked your head open there wouldn’t be enough inside to cover a small water-biscuit.
George: Tally-ho pip-pip and Bernard’s your uncle.
Blackadder: In English we say, “Good Morning”.
George: Look what I got for you sir.
George: It’s the latest issue of “King & Country”. Oh, damn
inspiring stuff; the magazine that tells the Tommies the
truth about the war.
Blackadder: Or alternatively, the greatest work of fiction since vows
of fidelity were included in the French marriage service.
[flicks through paper]
George: Come, come, sir, now. You can’t deny that this fine
newspaper is good for the morale of the men.
Blackadder: Certainly not, I just think that more could be achieved by
giving them some real toilet-paper. [hands paper back to
George: Not with you at all sir, what could any patriotic chap
have against this magnificent mag?
Blackadder: Apart from his bottom?
Blackadder: Well look at it. [takes the paper again] I mean the
stuff’s about as convincing as Dr. Crippen’s defence
lawyer. The British Tommies are all portrayed as six foot
six with biceps the size of Bournemouth.
George: Thoroughly inspiring stuff. And look sir, this also
arrived for you this morning. [hands paper bag to
Blackadder: [opening bag, taking out a revolver] Hmm, do you know what
this is, Lieutenant?
George: It’s a good old service revolver.
Blackadder: Wrong. It’s a brand new service revolver, which I’ve
suspiciously been sent without asking for it. I smell
something fishy, and I’m not talking about the contents of
Baldrick’s apple crumble.
George: That’s funny sir, because we didn’t order those new
trench-climbing ladders either.
Blackadder: New ladders?
George: Yeah, came yesterday. I issued them to the men, and they
were absolutely thrilled. [calls to Baldrick] Isn’t that
Baldrick: [from the doorway] Yes sir, first solid fuel we’ve had
since we burned the cat.
Blackadder: Something’s going on, and I think I can make an educated
guess what it is. Something which you, George, would find
hard to do. [they go outside into the trench]
George: Ah, true, true. Where I was at school, education could go
hang as long as a boy could hit a six, sing the school
song very loud, and take a hot crumpet from behind without
Blackadder: I, on the other hand, am a fully rounded human being with a degree from the university of life, a diploma from the school of hard knocks, and three gold stars from the kindergarten of getting the shit kicked out of me. My instincts lead me to deduce that we are at last about to go over the top. [peers over the top of the trench with a periscope]
George: Great Scott sir, you mean, you mean the moment’s finally
arrived for us to give Harry Hun a darned good British
style thrashing, six of the best, trousers down?
Blackadder: If you mean, “Are we all going to get killed?” Yes.
Clearly, Field Marshal Haig is about to make yet another
gargantuan effort to move his drinks cabinet six inches
closer to Berlin.
George: Right! Bravo-issimo! Well let’s make a start eh, up and
over to glory, last one in Berlin’s a rotten egg.
Blackadder: Give me your helmet, lieutenant.
[George hands his helmet to Blackadder, who throws it up
into the sky. Immediately heavy machine-gun fire is heard.
He catches the helmet, which now has over 20 holes in it,
and gives it back to George.]
George: Yes, some sort of clever hat-camouflage might be in order.
Baldrick: Permission to speak sir.
Blackadder: Granted, with a due sense of exhaustion and dread.
Baldrick: I have a cunning plan to get us out of getting killed sir.
Blackadder: Ah yes, what is it?
Blackadder: I see. [enters the dugout again]
Baldrick: You know staff HQ is always on the lookout for good cooks?
Well, we go over there, we cook ’em something, and get out
of the trenches that way.
Blackadder: Baldrick, it’s a brilliant plan.
Baldrick: Is it?
Blackadder: Yes, it’s superb.
Baldrick: [delighted] Permission to write home immediately sir, this
is the first brilliant plan a Baldrick’s ever had! For
centuries we’ve tried, and they’ve always turned out to be
total pig-swill. My mother will be as pleased as Punch.
Blackadder: Hm-hm, if only she were as good-looking as Punch,
Baldrick. There is however one slight flaw in the plan.
Blackadder: You’re the worst cook in the entire world.
Baldrick: Oh yeah, that’s right.
Blackadder: There are amoeba on Saturn who can boil a better egg than
you. Your Filet Mignon in sauce Bernaise look like
dog-turds in glue.
Baldrick: That’s because they are.
Blackadder: Your plum-duff tastes like it’s a molehill decorated with
Baldrick: I thought you wouldn’t notice.
Blackadder: Your cream custard has the texture of cat’s vomit.
Baldrick: Again it’s…..
Blackadder: If you were to serve one of your meals in staff HQ you’d
be arrested for the greatest mass poisoning since Lucretia
Borgia invited 500 of her close friends around for a
wine-and-anthrax party. No, we’ll have to think of a
better plan than that.
Baldrick: Right, how about a nice meal, while you chew it over?
Blackadder: [suspicious] What’s on the menu?
Baldrick: Rat. [shows him a big black rat] Saute or fricassee.
Blackadder: [peers at the rat] Oh, the agony of choice. Saute
Baldrick: Well, you take the freshly shaved rat, and you marinade it
in a puddle for a while.
Blackadder: Hmm, for how long?
Baldrick: Until it’s drowned. Then you stretch it out under a hot
light bulb, then you get within dashing distance of the
latrine, and then you scoff it right down.
Blackadder: So that’s sauteing, and fricasseeing?
Baldrick: Exactly the same, just a slightly bigger rat.
Blackadder: Well, call me Old Mr. Un-adventurous but I think I’ll give
it a miss this once.
[George enters, wearing a new hat decorated with
Baldrick: Fair enough sir, more for the rest of us.
[to George] Eh sir?
George: Absolutely, Private. Tally-ho BARF BARF.
[The telephone rings, Blackadder picks it up.]
Blackadder: Hello, the Savoy Grill. Oh, it’s you….. yes….. yes,
I’ll be over in 40 minutes.
Baldrick: Who was it then sir?
Blackadder: Strangely enough Baldrick, it was Pope Gregory IX,
inviting me for drinks aboard his steam-yacht “The Saucy
Sue”, currently wintering in Montego Bay with the England
Cricket team and the Balinese goddess of plenty.
Blackadder: No, not really. I’m ordered to HQ. No doubt that idiot
General Melchett is about to offer me some attractive new
opportunities to have my brains blown out for Britain.
[At staff HQ. Darling is at his desk writing; Blackadder enters.]
Blackadder: What do you want, Darling?
Darling: It’s Captain Darling to you. General Melchett wants to see
you about a highly important secret mission.
Melchett: [enters] What’s going on, Darling?
Darling: Captain Blackadder to see you sir.
Melchett: Ah, excellent. Just a short back and sides today I think,
Darling: Er, that’s Corporal Black, sir. Captain Blackadder is here
about the other matter sir, the [lowers his voice] secret
Melchett: Ah, yes, the special mission. At ease Blackadder. Now,
what I’m about to tell you is absolutely tip-top-secret,
is that clear?
Blackadder: It is sir.
Melchett: Now, I’ve compiled a list of those with security
clearance, have you got it Darling?
Darling: Yes sir.
Melchett: Read it please.
Darling: It’s top security sir, I think that’s all the Captain
needs to know.
Melchett: Nonsense! Let’s hear the list in full!
Darling: Very well sir. “List of personnel cleared for mission
Gainsborough, as dictated by General C. H. Melchett: You
and me, Darling, obviously. Field Marshal Haig, Field
Marshal Haig’s wife, all Field Marshal Haig’s wife’s
friends, their families, their families’ servants, their
families’ servants’ tennis partners, and some chap I
bumped into the mess the other day called Bernard.”
Melchett: So, it’s maximum security, is that clear?
Blackadder: Quite so sir, only myself and the rest of the English
speaking world is to know.
Melchett: Good man. Now, Field Marshal Haig has formulated a
brilliant new tactical plan to ensure final victory in the
field. [they gather around a model of the battlefield]
Blackadder: Now, would this brilliant plan involve us climbing out of
our trenches and walking slowly towards the enemy sir?
Darling: How can you possibly know that Blackadder? It’s classified
Blackadder: It’s the same plan that we used last time, and the
seventeen times before that.
Melchett: E-E-Exactly! And that is what so brilliant about it! We
will catch the watchful Hun totally off guard! Doing
precisely what we have done eighteen times before is
exactly the last thing they’ll expect us to do this time!
There is however one small problem.
Blackadder: That everyone always gets slaughtered the first ten
Melchett: That’s right! And Field Marshal Haig is worried that this
may be depressing the men a tadge. So, he’s looking to
find a way to cheer them up.
Blackadder: Well, his resignation and suicide would seem the obvious
Melchett: Interesting thought. Make a note of it, Darling! Take a
look at this: “King & Country”.
Blackadder: Ah, yes, without question my favourite magazine; soft,
strong and thoroughly absorbent.
Melchett: Top-hole Blackadder, I thought it would be right up your
alley. Now, Field Marshal Haig’s plan is this; to
commission a man to do an especially stirring painting for
the cover of the next issue, so as to really inspire the
men for the final push. What I want you to do, Blackadder,
is to labour night and day to find a first rate artist
from amongst your men.
Blackadder: Impossible sir. I know from long experience that my men
have all the artistic talent of a cluster of colourblind
hedgehogs… in a bag.
Melchett: Hm, well that’s a bit of a blow. We needed a man to leave
the trenches immediately.
Blackadder: Leave the trenches?
Blackadder: Yes, I wonder if you’ve enjoyed, as I have sir, that
marvellous painting in the National Portrait Gallery, “Bag
Interior”, by the colourblind hedgehog workshop of Sienna.
Darling: I’m sorry, are you saying you can find this man?
Blackadder: I think I can. And might I suggest sir that having left
the trenches, it might be a good idea to post our man to
Paris [points on Melchett’s map], in order to soak up a
little of the artistic atmosphere. Perhaps even Tahiti
[points], so as to produce a real masterpiece.
Melchett: Yes, yes, but can you find the man?!
Blackadder: Now I know I can sir. Before you say “Sunflowers” I’ll
have Vincent van Gogh standing before you.
[Back in the trenches. Blackadder is painting, George is looking over his
George: No, don’t stop sir. It’s coming, it’s definitely coming.
I, hm, yeah, ah, er, hm. I just wonder if two socks and a
hand-grenade is really the sort of thing that covers of
“King & Country” are made of.
Blackadder: They will be when I painted them being shoved up the
[George walks over to Baldrick.]
George: Ah, now, now this is interesting.
Blackadder: What is?
George: Well, Private Baldrick is obviously some kind of an
Blackadder: The only impression he can do is of a man with no talent.
What’s it called Baldrick? “The Vomiting Cavalier”?
George: That’s not supposed to be vomit; it’s dabs of light.
Baldrick: No, it’s vomit.
George: Yes, now er, why did you choose that?
Baldrick: You told me to sir.
George: Did I?
Baldrick: Yeah, you told me to paint whatever comes from within, so
I did my breakfast. Look, there’s a little tomato.
Blackadder: Hopeless. If only I’d paid attention in nursery art-class
instead of spending my entire time manufacturing
papier-mache willies to frighten Sarah Wallis.
George: You know it’s funny, but painting was the only thing I was
ever any good at.
Blackadder: Well, it’s a pity you didn’t keep it up.
George: Well, as a matter of fact I did, actually. I mean [takes
out pictures] I mean normally I hadn’t thought I would
show them to anyone, because they’re just embarrassing
daubs really, but you know, ah, they give me pleasure. I’m
embarrassed to show them to you now as it happens, but
there you go, for what they’re worth. To be honest, I
should have my hands cut off, I mean…
Blackadder: George! These are brilliant! Why didn’t you tell us about
George: Well you know, one doesn’t want to blow one’s own trumpet.
Blackadder: You might at least have told us you had a trumpet. These
paintings could spell my way out of the trenches.
Blackadder: That’s right, ours. All you have to do is paint something
heroic to appeal to the simple-minded Tommy. Over to you
Baldrick: How about a noble Tommy, standing with a look of horror
and disgust over the body of a murdered nun, what’s been
done over by a nasty old German.
George: Excellent. I, I can see it now; “The Nun and the Hun”.
Blackadder: Brilliant! No time to lose. George, set up your easel,
Baldrick and I will pose. This is going to be art’s
greatest moment since Mona Lisa sat down and told Leonardo
da Vinci she was in a slightly odd mood. Baldrick, you lie
down in the mud and be the nun.
Baldrick: I’m not lying down there, it’s all wet.
Blackadder: Well, let’s put it this way; either you lie down and get
wet, or you’re knocked down and get a broken nose.
Baldrick: Actually it’s not that wet, is it?
Blackadder: No. [pushes Baldrick down, splat]
Baldrick: Who are you going to be then sir? The noble Tommy?
Blackadder: Precisely, standing over the body of the ravaged nun.
Baldrick: I want a wimple.
Blackadder: You should have gone before we started the picture.
Baldrick: You know, the funny thing is, my father was a nun.
Blackadder: [firmly] No he wasn’t.
Baldrick: He was so, sir. I know, ‘cos whenever he was up in court,
and the judge used to say “occupation”, he’d say “nun”.
[George enters, dressed in painter’s smock and hat,
carrying a palette and easel.]
Blackadder: Right. [to George] You’re ready?
George: Just about sir, yes. Erm, if you just like to pop your
clothes on the stool.
Blackadder: I’m sorry?
George: Just pop your clothes on the stool over there.
Blackadder: You mean, you want me… tackle out?
George: Well, I would prefer so sir, yes.
Blackadder: If I can remind you of the realities of battle George, one
of the first things that everyone notices is that all the
protagonists have got their clothes on. Neither we, nor
the Hun, favour fighting our battles “au naturel”.
George: Sir, it’s artistic licence. It’s willing suspension of
Blackadder: Well, I’m not having anyone staring in disbelief at my
willie suspension. Now, get on and paint the bloody thing,
[Later. The painting is ready.]
Blackadder: Brilliant George, it’s a masterpiece. The wimple suits you
Baldrick: But it completely covers my face.
Blackadder: Exactly. Now then, General Melchett will be here at any
moment. When he arrives, leave the talking to me, all
right? I like to keep an informal trench, as you know, but
today you must only speak with my express permission, is
that clear? [sharply] Is that clear?
[With a note of regret] Permission to speak.
George: \ Yes sir, absolutely.
Baldrick: / Yes sir.
Darling: [outside] Attention! [entering] Dugout, attention!
Melchett: Excellent, at ease. Now then Blackadder, where would you
like me to sit? I thought just a simple trim of the
moustache today, nothing drastic.
Darling: We’re here about the painting sir.
Melchett: Oh, yes, of course. [seeing George] Good Lord, George,
hahahaaa, how are you my boy? [nothing] I said how are
Blackadder: Permission to speak.
George: Absolutely top-hole sir, with a ying and a yang and a
Melchett: Splendid! And your uncle Bertie sends his regards. I told
him you could have a week off in April; we don’t want you
missing the Boat Race, do we?
Blackadder: Permission to speak.
George: Certainly not. Permission to sing boisterously sir?
Blackadder: If you must.
George: Row, row, row your boat,
Melchett: [joins in] gently down the stream. Belts off, trousers
down, isn’t life a scream. HAI!
Blackadder: Fabulous, university education, you can’t beat it.
Melchett: Bravo, now [moving on to Baldrick] what have we here?
Blackadder: Permission to speak.
Baldrick: Baldrick, sir.
Melchett: Ah, tally-ho, yippety-dip, and zing zang spillip. Looking
forward to bullying off for the final chukka?
Blackadder: Permission to speak.
Blackadder: Answer the General Baldrick.
Baldrick: I can’t answer him sir, I don’t know what he’s talking
Melchett: Aah, are you looking forward to the big push? [pinches
Baldrick: No sir, I’m absolutely terrified. [pinces Melcett’s]
Melchett: The healthy humour of the honest Tommy. Hahaaa, don’t
worry my boy, if you should falter, remember that Captain
Darling and I are behind you.
Blackadder: About thirty-five miles behind you.
Melchett: Right, well stand by your beds. Let’s have a look at this
artist of yours, Blackadder. Next to me, Darling.
Darling: Thank you sir. [sits down next to Melchett]
Melchett: So, ah, have you found someone?
Blackadder: Yes sir, I think I have; none other than young George
Melchett: Oh, bravo. Well, let’s have a shufti then.
Blackadder: This is called “War”. [shows his own painting]
Melchett: Damn silly title George. Looks more like a couple of his
socks and a stick of pineapple to me.
George: Ah, permission to speak sir?!
Blackadder: Er, I think not actually.
Melchett: Quite right, if what happens when you open your mouth is
anything like what happens when you open your paintbox,
we’d all be drenched in phlegm. Oh no, this isn’t what
we’re looking for at all, is it Darling?
Darling: No sir.
Melchett: No sir!
Blackadder: There is this sir, it’s Private Baldrick’s, [shows
painting] he’s called it “My family and other animals”.
Melchett: Oh, good Lord no.
Blackadder: Well, I’m afraid that’s about it sir. Apart from … this
little thing. [show George’s painting]
Melchett: Ah, now, that’s more like it!
Darling: Who painted this Blackadder?
Blackadder: Well actually it was me.
George: Permission to speak, really quite urgently sir!
Melchett: Damn and blast your goggly eyes! Will you stop
interrupting, George! Now, this is excellent! [shakes
Blackadder’s hand] Congratulations man! It’s totally
inspiring, makes you want to jump over the top and yell
“Yah-boo sucks to you, Fritsie”.
Blackadder: Thank you sir.
Darling: Are you sure you did this, Blackadder?
Blackadder: Of course I’m sure.
Darling: I’m afraid I don’t believe you.
Blackadder: How dare you Darling!? [to Melchett] You know I can’t let
that slur pass, sir… What possible low, suspicious,
slanderous reasons could this “office-boy” have to think
that I didn’t paint the picture?
Darling: Well, three reasons as a matter of fact. Firstly: you’re
Blackadder: It’s a self-portrait.
Darling: Secondly: you told us you couldn’t paint.
Blackadder: Well, one doesn’t want to blow one’s own trumpet.
Darling: And thirdly: it’s signed “George”.
Blackadder: [walks over to painting, looks closely at corner] Well
spotted. But not signed “George”, dedicated “to George”,
King George. Gentlemen; The King!
All: [snapping to attention] The King!
Melchett: Bravo Blackadder, I have absolutely no hesitation in
appointing you our official regimental artist. You’re a
damn fine chap, not a pen-pushing, desk-sucking,
blotter-jotter like Darling here, eh Darling?
Darling: No sir.
Melchett: No sir! Well, accompany us back to HQ immediately.
[Melchett and Darling exit.]
George: Permission to jolly well speak right now sir, otherwise I
might just burst like a bally balloon.
Blackadder: Later George. Much later.
Melchett: Congratulations on your new appointment, Blackadder.
Blackadder: Thank you sir.
Darling: And may I say Blackadder, I’m particularly pleased about
Blackadder: Are you.
Darling: [smugly] Oh yes.
Melchett: Now that you are our official war-artist, we can give you
the full briefing. The fact is, Blackadder, that the “King
& Country” cover story was just a… cover story. We want
you, as our top painting bod, to leave the trenches…
Blackadder: Suits me.
Melchett: And go out into no-man’s-land.
Blackadder: Not Paris.
Melchett and Darling:
Melchett: We want you to come back with accurate drawings of the
Blackadder: You want me to sit in no-man’s-land, painting pictures of
Melchett: Precisely! Good man!
Blackadder: Well, it’s a very attractive proposition, gentlemen, but
unfortunately not practical. You see, my medium is light.
It’ll be pitch dark; I won’t be able to see a thing.
Melchett: Ah, hm, that is a point. I tell you what: we’ll send up a
couple of flares. You’ll be lit up like a Christmas tree.
Blackadder: Oh, excellent, excellent, glad I checked.
[Blackadder, Baldrick and George crawling across no-man’s-land.]
Blackadder: All right, total and utter quiet, do you understand? So
for instance if any of us crawl over any barbed wire they
must on no account goaaAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Baldrick: Have you just crawled over some barbed wire sir?
Blackadder: No Baldrick, I just put my elbow in a blob of ice cream.
Baldrick: Oh, that’s all right then.
Blackadder: Now, where the hell are we?
George: Well, it’s difficult to say, we appear to have crawled
into an area marked with mushrooms.
Blackadder: [patiently] What do those symbols denote?
George: Pfff. That we’re in a field of mushrooms?
Blackadder: Lieutenant, that is a military map, it is unlikely to list
interesting flora and fungi. Look at the key and you’ll
discover that those mushrooms aren’t for picking.
George: Good Lord, you’re quite right sir, it says “mine”. So,
these mushrooms must belong to the man who made the map.
Blackadder: Either that, or we’re in the middle of a mine-field.
Baldrick: Oh dear.
George: So, he owns the field as well?
George: [yelling] THEY’RE FIRING SIR, THEY’RE FIRING.
[The guns stop.]
Blackadder: Ah yes, thank you Lieutenant. If they hit me you’ll be
sure to point it out, won’t you. Now come on, get on with
your drawing and let’s get out of here.
George: Well, surely we ought to wait for the flare sir? You see,
my medium is light.
Blackadder: Just use your imagination for heavens sake. [thinks] Wait
a minute, that’s the answer. I can’t believe I’ve been so
Baldrick: Yeah, that is unusual, ‘cos usually I’m the stupid one.
George: Well, I’m not over-furnished in the brain department.
Blackadder: Well, on this occasion I’ve been stupidest of all.
George: Oh, now sir! I will not have that! Baldrick and I will
always be more stupid than you. Isn’t that right Baldrick?
[standing up] Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Baldrick: Yeah, [standing up also] stupidy, stupidy, stupidy.
[Flares are fired, lighting up George and Baldrick.
Blackadder cowers on the ground.]
George: Stupidest stupids in the whole history of stupidityness.
[Machine-gun fire; Baldrick and George jump down; the guns
Blackadder: Finished? I think the obvious point is this: we’ll go
straight out to the dugout and do the painting from there.
You do the most imaginative, most exciting possible drawing
of German defences from your imagination.
George: Oh I see, now that is a challenge.
Blackadder: Quite. Come on, let’s get out of here.
George: Oh sir, just one thing. If we should happen to tread on a
mine, what do we do?
Blackadder: Well, normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump 200 feet
into the air and scatter yourself over a wide area.
[Back at Headquarters.]
Darling: Are you sure this is what you saw Blackadder?
Blackadder: Absolutely. I mean there may have been a few more armament
factories, and [looks sideways at George] not quite as
many elephants, but…
Melchett: Well, you know what this means…
Darling: If it’s true sir, we’ll have to cancel the push.
Blackadder: What a nuisance…
Melchett: …Exactly what the enemy would expect us to do, and
therefore exactly what we shan’t do!
Melchett: Now, if we attack where the line is strongest, then Fritz
will think that our reconnaissance is a total shambles.
This will lull him into a sense of false security, and
then next week we can attack where the line is actually
badly defended. And win the greatest victory since the
Winchester flower-arranging team beat Harrow by twelve
sore bottoms to one!
Blackadder: Tell me, have you ever visited the planet Earth, sir?
Melchett: So, best fighting trousers on, Blackadder!
George: Permission to shout “Bravo” at an annoyingly loud volume
Melchett: Permission granted.
George: [annoyingly loud volume] BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!
Melchett: That’s the spirit. Just your kind of caper eheh,
Blackadder: Oh yes.
Darling: Good luck against those elephants…
[Blackadder and George salute and leave.]
[In the dugout.]
Blackadder: Get me a chisel and some marble Baldrick.
George: Oh, you’re taking up sculpture now sir?
Blackadder: No, I thought I’d get my headstone done.
George: What are you going to put on it?
Blackadder: “Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he’s bloody annoyed.”
Baldrick: Are we goin’ over, are we sir?
Blackadder: Yes, we are. Unless I can think of some brilliant plan.
Baldrick: Would you like some “rat-au-van” to help you think? [shows
Blackadder a tin plate with a very flat rat on it]
Baldrick: Yeah, it’s rat that’s been…
Blackadder: [joins in] ..run over by a van. No thank you Baldrick.
Although it gives me an idea. Telephone please.
[Headquarters, later that night. Melchett and Darling are dining.]
Darling: I suppose Blackadder and his boys will have gone over the
top by now.
Melchett: Yes. God, I wish I were out there with them, dodging the
bullets, instead of having to sit here drinking this
chateau Lafite, eating these Filets Mignon in sauce
Darling: My thoughts exactly sir. Damn this Chateau Lafite.
Melchett: He’s a very brave man, Blackadder. And of course that
Lieutenant of his, George, Cambridge man you know. His
uncle Bertie and I used to break wind for our college.
Slightly unusual taste, this sauce Bernaise…
Darling: Yes sir, and to be quite frank, these mignon are a
Darling: Well, dungy.
Melchett: What on earth’s wrong with our cook?
Darling: Well, it’s a rather strange story sir.
Melchett: Oh? Tell, tell.
Darling: Well sir, I received a phonecall this afternoon from Pope
Gregory IX, telling me that our cook had been selected for
the England Cricket team and must set sail for the West
Darling: Then a moment later, the phone rang again. It was a trio of
wandering Italian chefs, who happened to be in the area,
offering their services. So I had the quartermaster take
them on at once.
Melchett: Ah, hm, Hm, HM , Ah, Oh, OH!! Jumping giblets! Are you
sure these are real raisins in this plum-duff?
Darling: Oh yes, I’m sure they are sir. Everything will be alright,
once the cream custard arrives.
[Back in the dugout. Blackadder, George and Baldrick enter, wearing cooks’
aprons and huge black false moustaches. Baldrick is carrying a jug and a
George: Well all jolly good fun sir. But dash it all, we appear to
have missed the big push.
Blackadder: Oh damn, so we have. One thing puzzles me Baldrick; how did
you manage to get so much custard out of such a small cat?
Related: Baldrick Quotes
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- Blackadder Series 4 Episode 2 Corporal Punishment
- Blackadder Series 4 Episode 3 Major Star
- Blackadder Series 4 Episode 4 Private Plane
- Blackadder Series 4 Episode 5 General Hospital
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