No!
Argh!
Argh!
My eyes!
Johnny, please...
Johnny!
I told you.
CHARLES ll: It's been six months
Where the fuck is he?
Find him
Your Majesty.
I find myself at the gates of death
almost blind and utterly lame
Scarce wih the reasonable hope
of ever seeing you again
Wih my sickness
i seems the world has turned hateful of me
But I will rise again to right this injustice
and take back your heart
The mercury cures the pox,
but it scrambles the mind.
Poses a problem for a gent, does it not?
The prick or the brain?
Shh. Johnny, shush.
He's been seen in Cheapside,
accompanied by a serving man and a whore.
If he's very drunk, he'll be no problem.
If he's a bit drunk, be careful.
What if he's sober?
You've got the wrong man.
Ladies and gents!
Gather near!
Listen well.
For I got a doctor's cure to sell.
Mouth, stomach, knees and toes.
All be cured by Dr Bendo.
Little chicken.
Questurino!
Mayo.
In honestus.
Gulpo.
Poofay.
In flatuo. In flatuo.
The French, Parliament, his syphilitic earlship.
I'm being pissed on
from half a dozen directions at once,
and it don't accord with my majestic dignity.
We have three confirmed sightings.
Our sources are impeccable.
Take me to them. Now.
I've shut up shop for the day.
I had to turn 40 people away.
I think it mean work
cozening citizens of their money.
We made Ј80 today.
We are here for our recreation.
We're here cos
we can't show our faces.
Do you ever think... on our Lord Jesus Christ?
He was cast like me into the wilderness.
He was scorned and reviled.
He was betrayed by his followers.
I believe that in most respects,
his life was of a different character from yours.
He would have brought Billy Downs
back from death.
Ach, these are wandering thoughts.
Leave me.
Go!
Johnny!
Johnny!
Argh! Johnny!
Leave him alone!
On your knees.
I'm not impressed.
It has taken you six months to find me.
You think in six months I've given you
more than five minutes' thought?
Those Parliament bastards
are trying to shaft me again
wih the new bill to exclude my successors
Subtle.
Instead of chopping kings' heads off,
you pick and choose the ones you want.
That's my civil war. Not you.
Mr Etherege is packing out the Dorset Gardens
with you as the greatest spark on Earth.
The East End is throwing down its purse
for you to be a quack doctor.
And the town has you branded as a coward
who leaves his friend to die in a brawl.
All men would be cowards...
if they only had the courage.
The boy died and you ran off.
I have to go too far, do you see?
I must always exceed
or I do not feel like I'm alive.
And that's why the great epic about my reign
became a squalid little play about knobbing.
And that's why Downs died.
I thought about putting you in the Tower.
I even considered putting your head on a spike.
But I've decided on something worse.
I'm going to ignore you
I will no longer encourage
any hope in my breast for you.
I am condemning you to be you,
for the rest of your days
How I hate the country.
Drink.
Drink!
The shelves are empty, my lord.
Go to the cellars, cunt!
I said, find me a fucking drink.
Are you unable to discharge your duties
as housekeeper?
I fear this is the last my lord
Elizabeth, why has the cellar
not been replenished?
Leave us.
Leave us!
My lady.
I am ever your last resort. When your mistress
has kicked you into the street
and the last whore in Covent Garden
refuses to attend to you,
then and only then do you come to me!
I think you will never be a contented woman
until you are a much-respected widow.
And I am hard at work
on doing you that last good service.
I don't want you to die!
I want you to live, and live differently!
- Ow!
- Stop it!
Elizabeth!
Why? If it's good for you,
is it not good for me, too?
- It is not good for me.
- Why then do you pursue that path?