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Clips from Blackadder (1982) - The Archbishop (S01E01)

Shows Season 1, Episode 3 496 clips

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To me, of course!
What?
'Orribly is all I was given.
I've heard it. Will you go away?
I've a pretty shrewd idea myself.
Well, yes.
The King's hired killer?
That's him.
Mortimer was wearing a Turkish helmet.
Tragic!
Accident, my codling!
One of the bishop fellows, I imagine.
Really?
Prince Harry, archbishop, My Lord?
Good Lord! Prince Harry, archbishop!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Any news, Baldrick?
(Fanfare)
I appoint to the Holy See of Canterbury
..Edwin, Duke of Edinburgh!
Enter!
Ha! My Lord Archbishop!
Don't be mistaken about this appointment.
I just wondered whether another man
No, of course not. Silly me!
Thank you so much.
those long rods you r—ram...
(The King) Fresh horses!
I thought we all were.
Yes.
That's what I call style!
(Bell tolls)
I dunno, My Lord.
My life is hanging by a thread!
And so bid the world farewell!
Out of my way!
My Lord! My Lord! Aa—ii—ee!
I said, "Out!" Get out!
No, you treacherous swine! I'LL kill you!
adultery, pillage, torture...those areas.
Amen!
— Father! — My son!
(The King) You Turkish dog!
Oh, yes. Sorry, Harry. You're improving.
And how are his dear little sheep?
— Whose sheep? — Edmund's sheep.
That was a long time ago.
A long and healthy life to him!
What?
signed by an apprentice curate.
How much is that?
That's the bottom end of the market.
They run to this one for four ducats.
I have here a true relic.
Oh!
— Hello. — Good evening.
We're here to kill...
Oh, my God!
My Lord, I've something to tell you.
What?
Those two men have come to kill us!
They've dropped off!
Girls! Girls!
Ah, the fine embroidery!
# Unless you want to end up shorter
# Black his gloves of finest mole
# Black Adder, Black Adder
# You horrid little man! #
Alas! The corruption of the world!
Yes, alas!
I'm tired and weary. You may leave.
No. No, not tonight, Sara.
(Feeble voice) Dying, My Lords?
— Am I dying? — Never!
— Never! — Yet, my son,
..let us imagine you were to pass away.
To whom would you leave your lands?
Ye—es. To my beloved king.