How to Kill Your Neighbor's Dog

Blue for constancy.

Flesh for flesh.

Straw for plenty.

Red for justice.

Le Roi.

Your cousin Harry is the envy of my court.

Let's ask God to bless this union.

On the night of my birth,

a comet appeared in the sky and bells rang out

A girl.

The bells did not herald my birth...

but the killing of my mother's Catholic priest

For Catholicism in England was seen as high treason.

Cousin Harry was my father's heir,

and my childhood playmate.

This is where my mother's priest used to come and go.

Follow me, Harry.

Be brave.

Mother?

Mother?

Harry and I have a play to show you.

Two birds that grow up and many.

Mother?

I am your servant.

Instruct me.

Mother?

The Virgin Mary told my mother to leave me

behind and go to a nunnery in France.

Angelica...

It is Our Lady's will that I give my life over to God.

My bible is my farewell gift to you.

Please don't leave me!

This was the day I lost my mother

and put my soul into the balance.

If there be a God that steals mothers, strike me down!

There is no God! There is no God!

Why do you weep, Angelica?

Only for joy that this day has finally come.

Make her ready.

Harry, I've heard the Queen say Angelica

was wild as a colt when first she came to Court.

Her mother went to a nunnery in France, Highness,

and then her father died. For a year or two, she was not herself.

They tell me she saw devils.

She was but a child, my Lord!

It was her mind was wild, not her.

A wild bedfellow then.

I do love to see a woman with spirit, and a man to break it.

She needs not be broken, my Lord.

In faith I hope she be broken, Harry, and this very night.

She's played false else.

- Your work awaits you. - Not work...

but the purest delight to me, my Lord.

Angelica Fanshawe is a delight to all men.

It's nothing, Angelica.

If it is nothing then why may I not see?

Shall Honest john Lilbume... not speak the truth

about this King

that tells us God gave him his throne?!

I say to you, he is a tyrant that will not let his Parliament sit!

Charles Stewart has no divine right. For writing this I am whipped!

Will you recant?

The King promises your freedom if you'll renounce your pamphlet.

My liberty is ease to take...

... but not to give.

I am freeborn John Lilburne!

Beg him to recant, madam!

Do not recant, john.

I closed my eyes and lived in the dark,

choosing not to see the world outside was sick

and running mad.

Read his pamphlet. Read and remember.

For justice and Liberty.

Your husband, madam?

Aye.

Honest john Lilbume.

Whipped for raising his voice for justice and liberty.

Welcome to Babylon, sir.

Justice and liberty?

He is mistook, madam.

There's nought but these...

since time began.

Well, Sexby...

- I thought you were long dead by now? - I am at your service, Highness.

No-one left to kill in Germany?

Not a one left to piss against a wall, Highness.

Well, you've travelled in vain. I have no need of you.

Yet I heard talk of a fight to come here in England.

That the King must let his Parliament sit if he is to have more taxes.

That their heads buzz with grievances against him.

That this will not be settled by talk.

Dear God, who is she?

Remember the sewer you were born in and the hag that gave you life!

Come to me later.

There is a service you may perform for me.

But there'll be no fight in England, Sexby.

May I speak with you, my Lady?

Let her speak. Quickly, madam, for I am waited on at the altar.

My Lady, I am the wife of a man much misunderstood,

Honest John Lilburne, that was whipped just now...

Whipped?

Aye, most cruelly,

and will die in the Fleet unless a voice like yours be raised up to help him.

Wait!

You might ask a favour of her Majesty on your wedding day.

My Lady,

Lilbume is the villain that writes lies about His Majesty.

Madam, tell your husband there's no greater soul on earth than the King.

He is my second father.

Then Honest john must die...

and there is no liberty in this land.

The garter! Yes!

I will have them both, sir.

Let me be your friend a while longer.

My boy Harry.

You'll always be my best friend.

But now I must be a husband.

And you will be the best husband a woman ever had.

What, Harry? Not at your work yet?

A drink of sack.

To make a 'boy' lusty.

Well, then, 'my boy Harry...'

To it.

He is the King's nephew.

And a brave fighter.

You must be brave too now, Hany.

You must not call me 'boy'.

I will be a boy no longer.

Husband, then.

Do you worst.

So Fanshawe married Fanshawe.

Harry did not wed the house and land,

they were his already.

I did not wed the name, that was mine already.

We married for love.

- My sewe, sir. Thank you. - Mistress Lilbume.

My Lady looks well.

Lilburne?

- You have met before? - Your wife was kind enough

to spare a word on the day of your wedding, sir.

My husband knows not that I am here.

- He would not beg. - Indeed.

For I have read his letter.

As well as his pamphlet. The work of The Beast,

which he was loving enough to send me as someone conneded to His Majesty.

And indeed he does not beg.

He demands that I intercede on the side of 'justice' and 'liberty'.

- Perhaps you have not read his pages. - Sir, some of the pages are mine.

John and I are of one mind and one flesh.

- Please, site. You are weary. - Indeed, Madam.

For I have walked from London to speak to you only the truth, I swear.

You have walked to no purpose, madam.

She plays with 'truth' as her husband plays with 'liberty'

and 'justice'.

I came not to play at anything, sir,

but to save my husband from a slow death in the Fleet Prison.

For I know not how he will live except a voice is raised up for him,

for I think the truest man in England.

And though he will not beg, I will.

His demand is only that the King let the Parliament sit

so he may hear the grievances of his people.

Husband?

- May we not hear... - We?

I fare you well, madam.

You may go.

You must never again interfere in matters you cannot understand.

Give me that!

Did you burn yourself?

Why do you stare at me always?

Wait.

When you were sent here,

Prince Rupert said you were a good man for a fight.

I want you to take me to the Fleet Prison.

How will the gaoler make his living unless he bring in wine and whores?

- I had thought there'd be dungeons. - There are, my lady.

And there with Lilburne they'll sit,

except the mob that reads his pamphlets came to burn the gaol down.

I must see your face, madam.

I cannot.

We must have your face, madam, or your name.

I come to be of service to your Master Lilburne.

How, madam?

If you would but listen, my Lady will tell you.

I wish to help you to His Majesty's forgiveness.

He's a just, wise,

- and merciful man. - Forgiveness?!

For I think you are a sincere and godly man.

But you do not know His Majesty's heart...

He had me whipped at the cart's arse from Fleet Bridge to westminster!

- Would you see the stripes? - John.

Let me take to him some words of conciliation...

Apologise?

- John. - I?

Her heart means well.

Madam, I thank you,

but I would rather have another 500 lashes

than I would kneel for forgiveness.

The King must listen to the voice of reason

in his Parliament and dismiss his fat-witted advisors!

We shall not live like slaves!