Originally performed by:
Rowan Atkinson as Captain Edmund Blackadder
Tony Robinson as Private S Baldrick
Stephen Fry as General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay
Hugh Laurie as Lieutenant The Honourable George
Colthurst St. Barleigh
Tim McInnerny as Captain Kevin Darling
with special guest brass hat:
Geoffrey Palmer as Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig
(in the trench, it's raining)
George: Care for a smoke, sir?
Edmund: No, thank you, I'm... (he lights his own pipe)
Baldrick: (taking cigarette from George) Oh, thank you, sir.
(begins to eat the
George: Oh, dash and blast all this hanging about, sir! I'm as bored as
a pacifist pistol. When are we
going to see some action?
Edmund: Well, George, I strongly suspect that your long wait for certain
death is nearly at an end. Surely
you must have noticed something
in the air...
George: Well, yes, of course, but I thought that was Private Baldrick.
Edmund: Unless I'm very much mistaken, soon we will at last be making the
final Big Push -- that one we've
been so looking forward to all
George: Well, hurrah with highly polished brass knobs on! About time!
(phone rings within Baldrick's
backpack, Edmund answers it)
Edmund: Hello; the Somme Public Baths -- no running, shouting, or piddling
the shallow end. Ah, Captain
Darling. Tomorrow at dawn. Oh, excellent.
See you later, then. Bye. (hangs
up) Gentlemen, our long wait is
nearly at an end. Tomorrow morning,
General Insanity Melchett invites
you to a mass slaughter. We're
going over the top.
George: Well, huzzah and hurrah! God Save the King, Rule Britannia,
and Boo Sucks the Hairy Hun!
Edmund: Or, to put it more precisely: you're going over the top; I'm getting
out of here. (goes inside dugout)
George: (follows Edmund in) Oh, now, come on, Cap! It may be a bit risky
(tries to speak in a rousing
Cockney dialect, but fails miserably),
but it sure is bloomin'ell worth
Edmund: How could it possibly be worth it? We've been sitting here since
Christmas 1914, during which
millions of men have died, and we've
advanced no further than an asthsmatic
ant with some heavy shopping.
George: Well, but this time I'm absolutely pos we'll break through! It's
ice cream in Berlin in 15 days.
Edmund: Or ice cold in No Man's Land in 15 seconds. No, the time has come
to get out of this madness once
and for all.
George: What madness is that?
Edmund: For God's sake, George, how long have you been in the army?
George: Oh me? I joined up straight away, sir. August the 4th, 1914. Gah,
a day that was: myself and the
rest of the fellows leapfrogging down
to the Cambridge recruiting office
and then playing tiddlywinks in the
queue. We had hammered Oxford's
tiddlywinkers only the week before,
and there we were, off to hammer
the Boche! Crashingly superb bunch of
blokes. Fine, clean-limbed --
even their acne had a strange nobility
Edmund: Yes, and how are all the boys now?
George: Well, er, Jacko and the Badger bought it at the first Ypres front,
unfortunately -- quite a shock,
that. I remember Bumfluff's house-
master wrote and told me that
Sticky had been out for a duck, and the
Gubber had snitched a parcel
sausage-end and gone goose-over-stump
George: I don't know, sir, but I read in the Times that they'd both been
Edmund: And Bumfluff himself...?
George: Copped a packet at Galipoli with the Aussies -- so had Drippy and
Strangely Brown. I remember we
heard on the first morning of the
Somme when Titch and Mr Floppy
got gassed back to Blighty.
Edmund: Which leaves...?
George: Gosh, yes, I, I suppose I'm the only one of the Trinity Tiddlers
still alive. (Lummy?), there's
a thought -- and not a jolly one.
Edmund: My point exactly, George.
George: A chap might get a bit (mizz?) -- if it wasn't the thought of going
over the top tomorrow! Right,
sir: Permission to get weaving...
Edmund: Permission granted.
George: Thank you, sir.
Baldrick: (entering) Captain B!
Edmund: This is a crisis. A large crisis. In fact, if you've got a moment,
it's a twelve-storey crisis with
a magnificent entrance hall,
carpetting throughout, 24-hour
portrage, and an enormous sign on
the roof, saying `This Is a Large
Crisis'. A large crisis requires
a large plan. Get me two pencils
and a pair of underpants.
(Later, Edmund wears underpants on his head with two pencils up his nose)
Edmund: Right, Baldrick, this is an old trick I picked up in the Sudan.
tell HQ that I've gone insane,
and I'll be invalided back to Blighty
before you can say "Wooble" --
a poor gormless idiot.
Baldrick: But I'm a poor gormless idiot, sir, and I've never been invalided
back to Blighty.
Edmund: Yes, Baldrick, but you've never said "Wooble." Now, ask me some
Baldrick: Right. What is your name?
Baldrick: What is two plus two?
Edmund: Oh, wooble wooble.
Baldrick: Where do you live?
Edmund: A small village on Mars, just outside the capital city, Wooble.
George: (enters) All the men present and correct, sir. Ready for the off,
Edmund: I'm afraid not, Lieutenant; I'm just off to Hartleypool to buy some
George: Come again, sir -- have you gone barking mad?
Edmund: Yes, George, I have. Cluck, cluck, gibber, gibber, my old man's
a mushroom, et cetera. Go send
a runner to tell General Melchett that
your captain has gone insane
and must return to England at once.
George: But, sir, how utterly ghastly for you! I mean, well, you'll miss
whole rest of the war!
Edmund: Yes, very bad luck. Beep!
George: Baldrick, I'll be back as soon as I can.
George: Whatever you do, don't excite him. (leaves)
Edmund: (removing the pencils, looks at Baldrick) Fat chance! Now, all we
have to do is wait. Baldrick,
fix us some coffee, will you? And try
to make it taste slightly less
like mud this time.
Baldrick: Not easy, I'm afraid, Captain.
Edmund: Why is this?
Baldrick: 'cause it is mud. We ran out of coffee thirteen months ago.
Edmund: So every time I've drunk your coffee since, I have in fact been
drinking hot mud...
Baldrick: With sugar.
Edmund: Which of course makes all the difference.
Baldrick: Well, it would do if we had any sugar, but, unfortunately, we
out New Year's Eve
1915, since when I've been using sugar substitute.
Edmund: Which is...?
Baldrick: Still, I could add some milk this time -- well, saliva...
Edmund: No, no, thank you, Baldrick. Call me Mr Picky, but I think I'll
cancel the coffee.
Baldrick: That's probably 'cause you're mad, sir!
Edmund: Well, quite!
George: (re-enters; Edmund quickly replaces the pencils) Well, it didn't
down well at all, I'm afraid,
sir. Captain Darling said they'd be
along directly, but, well, you'd
better be damn doolally.
Edmund: Don't worry, George; I am (makes weird noises while moving his right
arm strangely). When they get
here, I'll show them what `totally and
utterly bonkeroonie' means. Fwaf!
Until then, we've got bugger-all to
do except sit and wait.
George: Well, I don't know, sir -- we could, er, we could have a jolly game
Baldrick: Ooh, yes!
George: And a singalong of musical hits like "Birmingham Bertie" and "Whoops,
Mrs Miggins, You're Sitting On
Edmund: Yes, I think bugger-all might rather be more fun.
(later, the three are sitting around doing bugger-all)
Baldrick: Permission to ask a question, sir...
Edmund: Permission granted, Baldrick, as long as isn't the one about where
babies come from.
Baldrick: No, the thing is: The way I see it, these days there's a war on,
right? and, ages
ago, there wasn't a war on, right? So, there must
have been a moment
when there not being a war on went away, right?
and there being a
war on came along. So, what I want to know is:
How did we get from
the one case of affairs to the other case of
Edmund: Do you mean "How did the war start?"
George: The war started because of the vile Hun and his villainous empire-
Edmund: George, the British Empire at present covers a quarter of the globe,
while the German Empire consists
of a small sausage factory in
Tanganyika. I hardly think that
we can be entirely absolved of blame
on the imperialistic front.
George: Oh, no, sir, absolutely not. (aside, to Baldick) Mad as a bicycle!
Baldrick: I heard that it started when a bloke called Archie Duke shot an
ostrich 'cause he
Edmund: I think you mean it started when the Archduke of Austro-Hungary
Baldrick: Nah, there was definitely an ostrich involved, sir.
Edmund: Well, possibly. But the real reason for the whole thing was that
was too much effort *not* to
have a war.
George: By (Gum? [it's not `God']) this is interesting; I always loved
history -- The Battle of Hastings,
Henry VIII and his six knives,
Edmund: You see, Baldrick, in order to prevent war in Europe, two superblocs
developed: us, the French and
the Russians on one side, and the
Germans and Austro-Hungary on
the other. The idea was to have two
vast opposing armies, each acting
as the other's deterrent. That way
there could never be a war.
Baldrick: But this is a sort of a war, isn't it, sir?
Edmund: Yes, that's right. You see, there was a tiny flaw in the plan.
George: What was that, sir?
Edmund: It was bollocks.
Baldrick: So the poor old ostrich died for nothing.
Darling: (from outside) 'tention!
George: (he and Baldrick stand) Right, they're here. Erm, Baldrick, you
him warm; I'll go prepare the
(outside, George salutes Melchett
Melchett: George! How's the patient?
George: Well, it's touch and go, I'm afraid, sir. I really can't vouch for
behaviour. He's gone mad, you
see -- stir-frying crazy.
Melchett: I see. Is this genuinely mad?
George: Oh, yes, sir.
Melchett: ...or has he simply put his underpants on his head and stuffed
couple of pencils
up his nose? That's what they all used to do in
the Sudan. I remember
I once had to shoot a whole platoon for
trying that. Well,
let's have a look at him. (goes in, followed
by the others)
Edmund: (stands, talks to Baldrick) ...and the other thing they used to
the Sudan is to get dressed up
like this and pretend to be mad. But
don't let me catch you trying
that one, Baldrick, or I'll have you
shot, all right? Dismissed. (turns
to Melchett, removes the pencils)
Oh, hello, sir -- didn't hear
you come in.
Melchett: Well now, Blackadder, they tell me you've gone mad.
Edmund: No, sir (removes the underpants), no -- must be a breakdown of
communication. Someone obviously
heard I was mad with excitement,
waiting for the off.
Melchett: There you are, you see, Darling? I told you there'd be a perfectly
Right, George, have your chaps fall in.
George: Very good, sir. (salutes, leaves)
Darling: Well, it's rather odd, sir. The message was very clear: "Captain
Blackadder gone totally
tonto. Bring straightjacket for immediate
return to Blighty." (holds
Melchett: Don't be ridiculous, Darling. The Hero of Mboto Gorge, mad? Well,
you've only got to
look at him to see he's as sane as I am! Beeaaah!
Darling: Would that the Mboto Gorge where we massacred the peace-loving
pygmies of the Upper Volta
and stole all their fruit?
Edmund: No -- a totally different Mboto Gorge.
Edmund: Cup of coffee, Darling?
Darling: Oh, thank you.
Edmund: Baldrick, do the honours.
Baldrick: (comes from kitchen) Sir. (to Darling) Sugar, sir?
Darling: Three lumps.
Edmund: Think you can manage three *lumps*, Baldrick?
Baldrick: I'll rummage around, see what I can find, sir. (turns back to
Darling: Make it a milky one.
Baldrick: Coming up, sir.
(outside; while Melchett and
George speak, Baldrick can be heard
hawking up a great deal
Melchett: Well, George, you must have been delighted to hear the news of
George: Absolutely, sir -- our chance to show the Hun that it takes more
a pointy hat and bad breath to
defeat the armies of King George!
Melchett: That's the spirit!
(inside, Baldrick spits, then
returns with the mug)
Baldrick: Here you are, sir.
Darling: (looks in the mug) Ah, cappucino! Have you got any of that brown
stuff you sprinkle on the
Baldrick: Well, I'm sure I could m--
Edmund: No, no!
Darling: (as Melchett and George return) 'tention!
Melchett: Well, fine body of men you've got out there, Blackadder.
Edmund: Yes, sir -- shortly to become fine bodies of men.
Melchett: Nonsense -- you'll pull through. (laughs) I remember when we played
the old Harrovians
back in '96: they said we never could break
through to their
back line, but we ducked and we bobbed and we wove
and we damn well
won the game, 15-4.
Edmund: Yes, sir, but the Harrow fullback wasn't armed with a heavy machine
Melchett: No -- that's a good point. Make a note, Darling...
Melchett: "Recommendation for the Harrow Governors: Heavy machine guns for
idea, Blackadder. (speaks to Baldrick) Now then,
soldier, are you
looking forward to giving those Frenchies a damn
Darling: Er, no, sir -- it's the Germans we shall be licking, sir.
Melchett: Don't be revolting, Darling! I wouldn't lick a German if he was
glazed in honey!
Melchett: (back to Baldrick) Now then, soldier, do you love your country?
Baldrick: Certainly do, sir.
Melchett: And do you love your king?
Baldrick: Certainly don't, sir.
Melchett: And why not?
Baldrick: My mother told me never to trust men with beards, sir.
Melchett: (laughs) Excellent native Cockney wit! (hits Baldrick in the face;
Baldrick falls over)
Well, best of luck to you all. Sorry I can't be
with you, but obviously
there's no place at the front for an old
general with a dicky
heart and a wooden bladder. By the way, George,
if you want to accompany
me back to HQ and watch the results as they
come in, I think
I can guarantee a place in the car.
George: Oh, no, thank you, sir -- I wouldn't miss this show for anything.
as excited as a very excited
person who's got a special reason to be
Melchett: Excellent! Well, (chuf chuf?) then. See you all in Berlin for
Goerge: Sir. (salutes)
(As Melchett begins to walk out,
Darling drinks then spits out
Melchett: What is the matter with you today, Darling? I'm so sorry,
on, Darling, we're leaving. (he and Darling leave)
George: Righto, sir, I'm glad you're not barking anymore.
Edmund: Well, thank you, George -- although quite clearly you are. You were
offered a way out, and you didn't
George: Absolutely not, sir! I can't wait to get stuck into the Boche!
Edmund: You won't have time to get `stuck into the Boche'! We'll all be
to pieces by machine gun fire
before we can say "charge."
George: All right, so, what do we do now?
Baldrick: Can I do my war poem?
Edmund: How hurt would you be if I gave the honest answer, which is "No,
rather French-kiss a skunk"?
Baldrick: So would I, sir!
Edmund: All right. Fire away, Baldrick.
Baldrick: "Hear the words I sing / War's a horrid thing / So I sing sing
sing / ding-a-ling-a-ling."
George: (applauding) Oh, bravo, yes!
Edmund: Yes. Well, it started badly, it tailed off a little in the middle,
and the less said about the end,
the better. But, apart than that,
Baldrick: Oh, shall I do another one, then, sir?
Edmund: No -- we wouldn't want to exhaust you.
Baldrick: No, don't worry; I could go on all night.
Edmund: Not with a bayonet through your neck, you couldn't!
Baldrick: This one is called "The German Guns."
George: Oh, spiffing! Yes, let's hear that!
Baldrick: "Boom boom boom boom / Boom boom boom / BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM--
Edmund: "BOOM BOOM BOOM"?
Baldrick: How did you guess, sir?
George: I say, sir! That is spooky!
Edmund: I'm sorry, I think I've got to get out of here!!!
Baldrick: Well, I have a cunning plan, sir.
Edmund: All right, Baldrick -- for old time's sake.
Baldrick: Well, you phone Field Marshal Haig, sir, and you ask him to get
you out of here.
Edmund: (stands) Baldrick, even by your standards it's pathetic! I've only
ever met Field Marshal Haig once,
it was twenty years ago, and, my
god, you've got it, you've got
it! (he kisses Baldrick's hat)
Baldrick: Well, if I've got it, you've got it too, now, sir.
Edmund: I can't believe I've been so stupid! One phone call will do it --
phone call and I'll be free.
Let's see, it's 3.30 a.m.; I'll call
about quarter to six. Excellent,
excellent. Well, I'll get packing.
George: You know, I won't half miss you chaps after the war.
Baldrick: Don't worry, Lieutenant; I'll come visit you.
George: Will you really? Oh bravo! Yes, jump into the old jalopy and come
and stay in the country, and
we can relive the old times.
Edmund: What, dig a hole in the garden, fill it with water, and get your
gamekeeper to shoot at us all
George: You know, that's the thing I don't really understand about you,
You're a professional soldier,
and yet, sometimes you sound as though
you bally well haven't enjoyed
soldiering at all.
Edmund: Well, you see, George, I did like it, back in the old days when
prerequisite of a British campaign
was that the enemy should under
no circumstances carry guns --
even spears made us think twice. The
kind of people we liked to fight
were two feet tall and armed with
George: Now, come off it, sir -- what about Mboto Gorge, for heaven's sake?
Edmund: Yes, that was a bit of a nasty one -- ten thousand Watusi warriors
armed to the teeth with kiwi
fruit and guava halves. After the battle,
instead of taking prisoners,
we simply made a huge fruit salad. No,
when I joined up, I never imagined
anything as awful as this war.
I'd had fifteen years of military
experience, perfecting the art of
ordering a pink gin and saying
"Do you do it doggy-doggy?" in
Swahili, and then suddenly four-and-a-half
million heavily armed
Germans hoved into view. That
was a shock, I can tell you.
Baldrick: (polishing boots with a dead rat) I thought it was going to be
fun, too -- we all
did -- joining the local regiment and everything:
The Turnip Street
Workhouse Powers. It was great. I'll never forget
it. It was the first
time I ever felt really popular. Everyone was
flowers. Some girl even come up and kissed me.
Edmund: Poor woman -- first casualty of the war.
Baldrick: I loved the training; all we had to do was bayonet sacks full
straw. Even I could
do that. I rememeber saying to my mum, "These
sacks will be easy
to outwit in a battle situation." And then,
shortly after, we
all met up, didn't we? just before Christmas,
George: Yes, that's right. I'd just arrived and we had that wonderful
Christmas truce. Do you remember,
sir? We could hear "Silent Night"
drifting across the still, clear
air of No Man's Land. And then they
came, the Germans, emerging out
of the freezing night mist, calling
to us, and we clambered up over
the top and went to meet them.
Edmund: Both sides advanced more during one Christmas piss-up than they
managed in the next two-and-a-half
years of war.
Baldrick: Do you remember the football match?
Edmund: Remember it? How could I forget it? I was never offside! I could
believe that decision!
Baldrick: And since then we've been stuck here for three flipping years!
haven't moved! All
my friends are dead: My pet spider, Sammy; Katie
the worm; Bertie
the bird -- everyone except Neville the fat
Edmund: (having just finished his packing; sits) I'm afraid Neville bought
it too, Baldrick. I'm sorry.
Baldrick: Neville, gone, sir?
Edmund: Actually, not quite gone -- he's in the corner, bunging up the sink.
Baldrick: (stands) Oh no, it didn't have to happen, sir! If it wasn't for
terrible war, Neville
would still be here today, sniffling his
little nose and going
Edmund: On the other hand, if he hadn't died, I wouldn't have been able
insert a curtain rod in his bottom
and use him as a dishmop.
Baldrick: Why can't we just stop, sir? Why can't we just say, "No more killing;
let's all go home"?
Why would it be stupid just to pack it in, sir,
George: Now, now, now, look here, you just stop that (conchy?) talk right
Private. It's, it's absurd, it's
Bolshevism, and it wouldn't work,
Baldrick: Why not, sir?
George: "Why not?" Well, what do you mean? "Why wouldn't it work?" It--
It wouldn't work, Private-- It
wouldn't work because, there, well,
now, you just get on with polishing
those boots, all right? and let's
have a little bit less of that
lip! (to Edmund) I think I managed to
crush the mutiny there, sir.
Well, to think, sir: in just a few hours,
we'll be off. Of course, not
that I wouldn't miss all this, sir.
I mean, we've had some good times;
we've had damnably good laughs, eh?
Edmund: Yes -- can't think of any specific ones, myself, but...
(Melchett's office. Darling is asleep at the desk. Melchett comes in with
a candle. He is wearing a robe, and a hairnet for his moustache.)
Darling: (with a start, stands) Sir!
Melchett: Oh, sit sit sit sit... Can't sleep either, eh?
Darling: Er, no, sir -- thinking about the Push, sir, hoping the Boche will
forget to set their alarm
clocks, oversleep, and still be in their
pyjamas when our boys turn
Melchett: Yes, yes. I've been thinking, too, Darling.
Melchett: You know, over these last few years, I've come to think of you
a sort of son. Not
a favourite son, of course -- lord, no! -- more
a sort of illegitimate
backstairs sort of sprog, you know: a sort
of spotty squit that
nobody really likes. But, nonetheless, still
fruit of my overactive
Darling: Thank you, sir.
Melchett: And I want to do what's best for you, Darling, so I've given it
a great deal of thought,
and I want you to have this. (picks up
a piece of paper
from the desk and hands it to Darling)
Darling: A postal order for ten shillings...
Melchett: No, sorry -- that's my godson's wedding present. (picks up another
piece of paper) Here.
Darling: Er, no, sir -- this is the commission for the front line, sir.
(holds it out, to give
Melchett: Yes. I've been awfully selfish, Darling, keeping you back here
instead of letting
you join in the fun and games. This will let
you get to the front
Darling: But, but, sir, I, I don't want to.
Melchett: ...to leave me? Heh, I appreciate that, Darling, but, damn it,
just have to enter
Berlin without someone to carry my feathery hat.
Darling: (stands) No, sir, I don't want to go into battle.
Melchett: ...without me. I know. But I'm too old, Darling. I'm just going
have to sit this
one out on the touchline with the halftime oranges
and the fat, wheezy
boys with a note from matron, while you young-
bloods link arms
and go together for the glorious final scrumdown.
Darling: No, sir... (walks around the desk to Melchett) You're, you're not
listening, sir. I'm begging
you, please -- for the sake of all the
times I've helped you with
your dicky bows and dicky bladder --
please (falls to his knees),
don't make me--
Melchett: ...make you go through the farewell debagging ceremony in the
Heh! No, I've spared
you that, too, you touchingly sentimental young
booby! Look: no fuss,
no bother -- the driver is already here.
Darling: (turns, still on his knees, as the door opens; a shadow of the
driver is cast from the
bright light in the next room [extra bright
for dramatic effect]; the
driver salutes) But--
Melchett: No, no -- not a word, Kevin. I know what you want to say. I know.
(Darling stands slowly)
Goodbye, Kevin Darling. (salutes)
Darling: (frightened, salutes) Goodbye, sir.
(dawn, in the dugout)
Baldrick: (enters) It's stopped raining at last, sir, begging your pardon
looks like we might
have a nice day for it.
George: Yes, it's nearly morning...
Edmund: (peeks outside) Good lord -- so it is. Right, time to make my call.
(winds the telephone) Hello?
Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, please.
Yes, it's urgent...
(Haig picks up and is looking
over a model of the battlefield.)
Edmund: Hello, Sir Douglas.
Haig: Who is this?
Edmund: Captain Blackadder, sir, erstwhile of the 1945th East African rifles.
Haig: Good lord! Blacky! (knocks down an entire line of model soldiers)
Edmund: Yes, sir.
Haig: I haven't seen you since... (knocks down the second line of model
soldiers on the same side)
Edmund: '92, sir -- Mboto Gorge.
Haig: By jingo, yes. We sure gave those pygmies a good squashing.
Edmund: We certainly did, sir. And do you remember...?
Haig: My god, yes. You saved my damn life that day, Blacky. If it weren't
you, that pygmy woman with the sharpened
mango could have seriously...
Edmund: Well, exactly, sir. And do you remember then that you said that
I was ever in real trouble and
I really needed a favour that I was
to call you and you'd do everything
you could to help me?
Haig: (sweeps the fallen soldier models into a dustpan) Yes, yes, I do,
I stick by it. You know me -- not a man to
change my mind.
Edmund: No -- we've noticed that.
Haig: So what do you want? Spit it out, man. (hurls the dead platoon over
Edmund: Well, you see, sir, it's the Big Push today, and I'm not all that
keen to go over the top.
Haig: (sits) Oh, I see. Well...
Edmund: It was a viciously sharp slice of mango, wasn't it, sir...
Haig: (fiddles with one of the soldiers) Well, this is most irregular, but,
erm, all right. If I do fix it for you, I
never want to hear from you
again, is that clear?
Edmund: Suits me, Douggy.
Haig: Very well. Listen carefully, Blackadder; I won't repeat this. Put
underpants on your head and stick two pencils
up your nose. They'll
think you're crazy and send you home. Right,
favour returned. (hangs up)
Edmund: (hanging up his end) I think the phrase rhymes with `clucking bell'.
Baldrick: Does that mean you'll going over the top, now, sir?
(phone rings, Edmund quickly
picks it up)
Edmund: Field Marshal?
Melchett: (on the other end, laughs) Well, not quite, Blackadder -- at least
not yet. No, I just
wanted to let you know I've sent a little
surprise over for
(Darling enters, wearing helmet)
George: Sir! (salutes)
Edmund: (hangs up the phone, turns) Captain Darling...
Darling: Captain Blackadder.
Edmund: Here to join us for the last waltz?
Darling: (nervous) Erm, yes -- tired of folding the general's pyjamas.
George: Well, this is splendid, comradely news! Together, we'll fight for
and country, and be sucking sausages
in Berlin by teatime.
Edmund: Yes, I hope their cafes are well stocked; everyone seems determined
to eat out the moment they arrive.
George: No, really, this is brave, splendid and noble! Sir?
Edmund: Yes, Lieutenant?
George: I'm scared, sir.
Baldrick: I'm scared too, sir.
George: I mean, I'm the last of the tiddlywinking leapfroggers from the
Summer of 1914. I don't want
to die. I'm really not overkeen on dying
at all, sir.
Edmund: How are you feeling, Darling?
Darling: Erm, not all that good, Blackadder -- rather hoped I'd get through
whole show; go back to
work at Pratt & Sons; keep wicket for the
Croydon gentlemen; marry
Doris... Made a note in my diary on my way
here. Simply says, "Bugger."
Edmund: Well, quite.
(a voice outside gives orders)
Voice: (??)! (??)!
Edmund: Ah well, come on. Let's move.
Voice: Fix bayonets!
(They start to go outside)
Edmund: Don't forget your stick, Lieutenant.
George: Oh no, sir -- wouldn't want to face a machine gun without this!
(outside, they all line up as
the shelling stops)
Darling: Listen! Our guns have stopped.
George: You don't think...?
Baldrick: Maybe the war's over. Maybe it's peace!
George: Well, hurrah! The big knobs have gone round the table and yanked
iron out of the fire!
Darling: Thank God! We lived through it! The Great War: 1914-1917.
George: Hip hip!
All but Edmund: Hurray!
Edmund: (loading his revolver) I'm afraid not. The guns have stopped because
we're about to attack. Not even
our generals are mad enough to shell
their own men. They think it's
far more sporting to let the Germans
George: So we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say, it.
Edmund: I'm afraid so, unless I think of something very quickly.
Voice: Company, one pace forward!
(everyone steps forward)
Baldrick: Ooh, there's a nasty splinter on that ladder, sir! A bloke could
hurt himself on that.
Voice: Stand ready!
(everyone puts a foot forward)
Baldrick: I have a plan, sir.
Edmund: Really, Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?
Baldrick: Yes, sir.
Edmund: As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning
at Oxford University?
Baldrick: Yes, sir.
Voice: On the signal, company will advance!
Edmund: Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Whatever it was, I'm sure it
better than my plan to get out
of this by pretending to be mad.
I mean, who would have noticed
another madman round here?
Edmund: Good luck, everyone. (blows his whistle)
(Everyone yells as they go over
the top. German guns fire before
they're even off the ladders.
The scene changes to slow motion,
and explosions happen all
around them. [An echoed piano slowly plays
the Blackadder theme.]
The smoke and flying earth begins to obscure
vision as the view changes
to the battlefield moments later: empty
and silent with barbed
wire, guns and bodies strewn across it. [A
bass drum beats slowly.]
That view in turn changes to the same field
as it is today: overgrown
with grasses and flowers, peaceful, with
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