The Fifth Musketeer (1979) Movie Script
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[ROOSTER CROWS]
Whoa, there!
It does my heart good
to see you.
Good to see you too,
d'Artagnan.
I've a short time only.
Oh, my chateau is very near.
Good, let's go there.
We received your message
only yesterday,
so it was impossible
to welcome you
as we would have liked.
My visit was a secret--
Quite unofficial.
D'Artagnan?Uh-huh.
Who's that with him?
I can't make out.
But no matter.
He is only one.
There is still enough of us.
Get the men armed
and prepare the coach.
Passing so close,
it was a chance
I couldn't miss...
no matter what the risk.
You'll be back
with your party
long before
the sun's full up.
No man the wiser.
Tell me, d'Artagnan,
how is the boy?
The boy?
[LAUGHS]
Ah...!
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
Come on!
[GRUNTS AND LAUGHS]
Again!
MAN:
Well done, boy!
[GRUNTS]
Oops! Ha-ha-ha!
Eyes in your arse, boy.
What did I tell you?
You must have eyes
in your arse.
[LAUGHS]You're learning, my boy,
but the trouble is,
you still fight fair.
[GUFFAWS]
We taught Philippe
everything a gentleman
of France should know.
Huh.
Swordsmanship
before breakfast,
and then Athos
takes over
with Greek and Latin.
Colbert!
An unexpected pleasure.
Delighted to see you,
Athos.
Welcome.
Thank you.
[GRUNTING]
Oh!
And that, my dear boy,
is sleight of hand.
Now...
If you ever use it
in a game of cards,
be sure to remember it
in the discussions
that may follow.
Now, uh, would you like to learn
that little maneuver?
Huh?
Show me.
That is our godson,
Philippe.
Monsieur Colbert,
an old and trusted friend.
Aramis, Porthos.
Aramis.Monsieur Colbert.
Porthos.Colbert.
I'm honored, monsieur.
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Philippe,
why don't you go
and tell our lovely Marianne
that we're all
dying of hunger, hm?
And don't forget
to give her
a kiss from me.
Marianne's our housekeeper.
She was Philippe's nurse
when we first brought him
to this house.
What do you think
of him?
Extraordinary.
Absolutely extraordinary.
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D'ARTAGNAN:
So your negotiations
with the Spanish court
were successful?
Completely.
I have the agreement here.
Now it remains
only to persuade the king
that a diplomatic marriage
for the sake of France
must come before his own...
somewhat...
eccentric preferences.
[LAUGHS]
Sooner you than I.
Yes.
[DOG WHIMPERING]
Baron? Baron!
[GRUNTS]
Ah! Breakfast at last!
What do you mean, "at last?"
It's been ready
and waiting.
Good morning, Monsieur Colbert.
Good morning.
I have a great belief
in the persuasive powers
of the infanta's dowry.
Six hundred thousand
Spanish doubloons
should prove a more
effective advocate
with Louis than I.
The royal coffers
are empty.
[HORSE WHINNIES]Louis will accept this marriage
even though he has
no personal desire for it.
[WHINNIES]
My part would
bring an end
to these futile wars
with Spain.
Colbert! Quick!
Quickly.
I think we're in for trouble.
No one must see you.
Hold them off!
Monsieurs, you disappoint me.
I'd hoped you would
have fought us
at least a little sport
before your surrender.
Bring them out.
Come on!
[GRUNTS]
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PORTHOS:
Philippe, the swords!
Ah!
[MOANS]
Come on.
[GRUNTING AND STRUGGLING]
D'ARTAGNAN:
Halt! Halt!
Stay back!
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
Aha!
Whoa!
[GROANS]
I'll get the horses.
Colbert!
Jump up!Right.
The stairs, come on.
The stairs!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Give me a hand
with the door!
Come on.
Pull, pull!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
D'ARTAGNAN:
We're at the river now.
Your party must be
on the other side.
Thanks, d'Artagnan.You'll be safe over there.
Hmm.
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[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Drop your swords, gentlemen.
No, don't! Not for me!
[SCREAMING]
And now the rest of you.
MAN:
Take them to the coach.
How long
do you think it'll be
before we get there?
The captain says
we'll be there in two days.
Your Highness is eager
to see her new country?
Not the country,
Your Excellency, the man.
You must admit
that it's difficult to judge
your future husband
from an old miniature like this.
Do you know what I think?
I think
you've deliberately kept
any recent pictures from me.
But Your Highness,
why would I do that?
So that I would not see
what he has become.
I assure you,
His Majesty Louis of France
is a most handsome
and proper man.
A most shameless
and profligate one,
and has many mistresses.
Your Highness!
It's also said
that he's hated
by all of the French people.
Where can you
have heard such lies?
I have to marry
and live with this unknown king.
But if I cannot love him,
I warn you now
that, politics or not,
there will be no marriage.
[CROWD YELLING AND BOOING]
MAN:
Lower the gate!
[DOOR CLOSES]
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It's ready?
Yes, sire.
[CLANGS]
Bring him down.
Commandant?Right.
There you are,
captain.
That's for the man
in the coach.
Put it on his head.
No one's to see.
MAN:
We're with you, boy.
Come on... Move!
Bring him inside.
PHILIPPE:
Where are you taking me?
Get in there!
MAN:
Move on!
Get rid of the escort.
Sergeants!
Come along, men.
Get in line.
Hurry along.
Quickly!
You'll be going home soon.
No!
No, no!
CAPTAIN:
Fire!
[MUFFLED]
Let go of my arm!
Strap him in.
What have I done?
Tell me.
Take them with you
and wait outside.
Oh, my God!
You want your freedom,
don't you?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah...
What do you want from me?
No!
[WHIMPERING]
No! No!
No, don't!
No, please!
Please, no!
No!
A copy to be given
to His Majesty,
and the original,
return to me.
Sire.
It's done.
And all who saw his face?
They're dead.
So my dear captain...
that leaves only one person,
aside from myself,
who knows the face
behind the iron mask.
You.
My lord?
But of course, I can rely
on your secrecy, captain.
Rest assured,
you need have no fear.
Be back before nightfall.
I shall have the deeds
to your estate.
You're a man of property now.
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[CROWD MURMURING]
VENDOR:
Turnips and carrots here!
[GRUNTS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
It's her! La Vallire,
the king's whore!
MAN:
Tell the king we're starving.
[CROWD PROTESTING]
Whore!
Ha! You and your
fine carriage!
You'll finish up
like me
when the king's
thrown you over!
MAN 1:
Drag the bitch out!
There's your king, you whore!
MAN 2:
Get back to your sty,
dirty bitch!
MAN 3:
That's how you'll both
finish up.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Madame...Monsieur Colbert.
I would be in your debt
if you would inform His Majesty
I've been waiting for an
audience for the last two hours.
It's very important that
I should speak to him.
Perhaps, Mr. Colbert,
you would care to inform me
of your business
with His Majesty,
and I will pass it on to him.
Madame is most kind,
but it is vital that I speak
to His Majesty...directly.
No doubt it is.
Then I will tell him.
I'm sure he will
be pleased to hear
that you're waiting.
And how is His Majesty
feeling today?
[MAN MOANS, MUTTERS]
[MUTTERS]
Oh.
Does His Majesty wish for me
to send for a physician?
[CONTINUES TO MOAN]
Perhaps His Majesty needs
to bleed a little.
No, no, no.
His Majesty is right.
What use is blood?
Unless, perhaps, someone else's.
Uh-huh.
Which reminds me,
Colbert is still waiting
to talk to you
about that Spanish upstart
you're about to marry, I expect.
No, no! No, no, no.
[MOANS]
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I know you have to do it,
Louis...
but I will
never let her have you.
She will never
love you as I do.
Certainly not as I do.
I am the only woman...
that really loves you.
And just one more,
Your Majesty?
There.
There.
Now you can continue to rob me
with the seal of royal approval
to protect you.
My lord!
Stop sputtering, Fouquet.
I'm no fool.
And I don't take you
for one, either.
Besides, with the state
my finances are in...
I can't afford
to pay you anyway.
My lord, I can only assure you--
Stop trying
to look innocent!
You haven't got
the face for it.
Anyway, it's the treasury
you're robbing,
not me.
But you lay one finger
on my Spanish money,
and I'll have your head
on a pike outside the Bastille!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
My love!
Come, have a drink.
You should be needing it
after all that.
And what a cure you are.
Take care, my lord,
or you may undo
all the good we've done.
Then I'll be ready
for another cure
all the sooner.
Has Colbert got everything
arranged for tomorrow?
Everything, Your Majesty.
I have all the details.
I'm going to be
assassinated tomorrow,
my love,
in full view
of all Paris.
It's all right.
I won't even be there.
But you just said--
Uh-uh! I'll explain it.
As you know,
there's been an attempt
to organize
a popular uprising against me...
but I will show them
the terrible power
of God's anointed
representative on earth,
invested with all the might
and majesty of heaven itself!
Well, it's his idea.
You! Tell her.
Notice came to me
of a young man in Gascogne
who bore
a remarkable physical similarity
to the king.
Tomorrow this young man will
take His Majesty's place
at the arrival
of the infanta
from Spain.
I thought you'd like that.
And there,
he will be killed,
by enemies
of the crown.
Handpicked by one of us,
of course.
But why should
he agree to this?
For his own well-being.
And for the sake
of his friends,
whom we hold.
And then, within an hour's time,
I will reappear, unharmed.
The king is dead!
Long live the king!
Miraculous proof
of the king's divinity.
After that,
no mortal hand will
ever dare challenge you.
Oh, you will be
a legend for all time.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
The bastards may not love me,
but after this, they'll fear me!
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All right, young fellow.
[GROANING]
On your feet.
Your ordeal is nearly over,
monsieur.
Just a few
more minutes.
[MOANS]
Carefully!
Come on!
Come on!
[GRUNTS]
You must go now.
I shall meet you
at Fontainebleau
in less than an hour.
Take care not to be seen,
my darling.
Hurry.
[GRUNTING]
[SIGHS]
[CHAIN RATTLING
AND FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[RATTLING]
[MOANING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Tell me...
is it
considered proper
in your godforsaken
corner of the country
to sit in the presence
of your king?
He doesn't seem
to believe me.
Tell him, Fouquet.
You are in the presence
of His Majesty Louis,
king of France
and Navarre.
Up, peasant, up!
I take it you've
at least heard of me.
I know you've
come from the provinces,
but you have heard of me?
Indeed, sir.
Who has not heard
of Louis,
King of France?
That's a start, at least.
Fouquet...
the coat.
Let's try it
on him.
Well, we might as well
put an end to your curiosity.
We.
You know, Fouquet,
this is the first time
I've ever been able
to use the royal "we"
without feeling
faintly ridiculous.
We, my country friend,
we two shall be one...
at least for a day,
which shall be
quite sufficient.
Oh, get on with it,
Fouquet.
You're the one
to be explaining this,
not me.
You have been
brought here
in secrecy
for a specific purpose.
Tomorrow you are
to double for your king.
FOUQUET:
If you do
exactly as instructed,
you will be
handsomely rewarded,
and the musketeers
released.
But if not...
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
Coachmen, forward!
[PROCESSION MUSIC PLAYING]
MAN:
Come on, you rebels!
Come on, come on!
I want to hear you cheer!
Come on, let's hear you!
[CROWD CHEERS]
Louder,
like loyal subjects.
All hail King Louis!
MAN:
Come on, cheer! Cheer!
[LAUGHS]
You can't escape me!
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]
I think...
We're alone now.
Ah, those damn
church bells.
Their sound
has always driven me mad.
Louis, my love,
how will you know
when it's over?
By keeping at least half an eye
on Paris.
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[CROWD YELLING]
Can you see him yet?
No.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Your Majesty.
Give me your hand, idiot.
Move.
Your Majesty.
If Your Majesty
will permit,
a few words
in preparation?
Your-- Your Majesty's...
surprised by something?
I never expected you
so far from Gascogne,
Monsieur Colbert.
Philippe!
You didn't know?
I swear it.
The musketeers?
In the Bastille.
The Bastille?
I don't know
the purpose for all this,
but you may be
in grave danger.
Go carefully.
Everything is, I trust,
to His Majesty's satisfaction?
Perfectly.
[CROWD CHEERING LOUDER]
He looks better
than I'd hoped.
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CAPTAIN:
Company...
Fire!
[SCREAMS]
WOMAN:
What's happened?
Are you all right?
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
The king,
have you seen the king?
No, sir.
[GRUNTS]
[ARROW WHIZZES][CATCHES BREATH]
[GASPS]
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[GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
There he is, the king!
The king!
Oh, the king is safe! Go in!
[GRUNTING]
Come on, men, go in!
Help the king.
Keep back!
Keep back!
Behind you, Louis!
CROWD:
Whoa!
[CROWD CHEERS]
LA VALLIERE:
Louis, look!
It's done!
The king is safe.He's safe!
Send in his coach.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[PEOPLE CLAPPING]
The musketeers.
Use your power
while you have it.
PHILIPPE:
Loyal friends...
Loyal friends,
we thank God
for this deliverance...
and we thank you
for the welcome
that you've shown our queen.
[CHEERING]
To mark this day,
let the order go forth,
by royal decree,
that the gates of the Bastille
be opened!
[CHEERING]
[MUMBLES AGREEMENT]
All held
within its walls
and incarcerated there
be granted full pardon,
and make free men
of France once more!
God bless you all!
[PROCESSION MUSIC PLAYING]
I expect you're more used
to this sort of thing than I am.
I feel I... I should
apologize for what happened.
Oh, please. I so happy
Your Majesty is safe now.
But who were those men
that attacked you?
Who?
Those men.
Oh, yes,
uh, the men.
I, uh...
God knows.
[LAUGHS]
I confess,
Your Majesty is not
quite what I expected.
No?
Of course, I've
had your picture,
but a picture doesn't
show everything
about a man.
It certainly doesn't.
And naturally,
I've heard certain things.
Such as?
Such as do not agree
with what I see.
You can be quite the diplomat
when need be, can't you?
Oh,
you don't like that?
If it pleases Your Majesty
to think so.
It's not a matter
of "if it pleases
His Majesty."
I would only hope
that your life here
pleases you.
I'm sure now
that it will.
And now, to celebrate
my immortality...
fireworks,
a triumphant procession
through the city!
I am enjoying this!
Whoa!
Why are we slowing down?
It's Fouquet.
Your Majesty.
Coachman, turn back!
LOUIS:
What's the meaning
of this, Fouquet?!
FOUQUET:
He's still alive.
What?
He's still alive.
You've bungled it?
You idiot! You idiot!
LA VALLIERE:
Fouquet, how could you?
[CROWD MURMURING]
D'Artagnan!
Hurry, this masquerade
cannot go on much longer.
The boy's at the palace.
Porthos, go back.
We must persuade him to leave
while there's still time.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[CELEBRATORY MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Glorious, isn't it?
Yes,
in this moment of triumph,
don't forget
your friends.
They'll be waiting
for you in a carriage.
Hmm?
Oh, yes.
[FIREWORKS LAUNCHING]
D'Artagnan?
Yes, we meet again,
Fouquet.
It's been a long time.
You remember Aramis?
And Athos...
And Porthos,
of course.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh...
You gentlemen are free to leave.
All of you.
Take the impostor with you,
and I guarantee your safety.
We'll make sure
of that!
[WHISTLES]
[WHISTLING]
Here.
He's coming. Let's go!
Come along. Hurry!
[FIREWORKS CRACKING]
Forgive me,
but something is
troubling Your Majesty.
Do you wish
to tell me?
I must go. I'm sorry.
But, Louis,
we've only--
Please... I must.
Please promise me
that you'll return soon.
I promise.
I will return.
[HORSES TROTTING]
Hurry, boy. Hurry!
Cover him!
[CHATTERING]
[FIREWORKS CRACKING]
Fouquet?
Fouquet...
Are you there, Fouquet?
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
[SCREAMS]
My dear Fouquet.
Everyone's been
asking for you.
[SCREAMS]
I thought perhaps
you were with the king
discussing
this eventful day.
[SCREAMS LOUDER]
Oh, yes, of course.
There.
Where is he?
The king?
Well, at the moment,
no one can find him.
I mean d'Artagnan
and his friends.
The musketeers?
Oh, were they here?
This is not the time
to play games, Colbert!
They'll pay for this
with their lives.
Please make my excuses.
I have to find my king.
[BELL RINGING]
Wait outside, please.
Sister Anne,
you are
summoned to Paris.
You are released
until your return
from your vow
of silence.
May God be with you.
[FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS]
Bernard!
You're
a welcome sight!
You slept well, I hope.
Well, we slept.
But I'm afraid
your accommodations
aren't much better
than the Bastille.
Porthos,
if you start on that now,
you'll be blind drunk by midday
and owing me a fortune
by tonight.
Well, how did he know
it was me?
[ALL LAUGH]
How long do you need to stay
this time?
Oh, just the usual.
Till things
cool off a bit.
Is it all of you in trouble,
or just your young friend here?
Who is he?
Come on, Bernard,
don't you know your own king
when you see him?
Understood:
"Mind your own business,
Bernard."
Bernard, there's only one man
knows where we are.
If he comes here,
he'll announce himself
as Monsieur Guillaume.
You may allow him down.
And if anybody else
comes asking?
Throw him down!
[ALL LAUGHING]
The only reason
you still have a head on your
shoulders, Fouquet,
is because you're the one man
capable of finding him,
but your time is
not unlimited.
My men are everywhere.
[DOOR OPENS]
Your Majesty!
Her Royal Highness,
the infanta of Spain.
Madame,
how kind of you to attend us.
Your Majesty.
Please be seated.
Your Majesty has recovered
from the events of yesterday,
may one hope?
Thank you.
We are quite ourselves again.
Well...
Time enough for
these distractions later.
The reason I wish to see you,
apart from the pleasure
of renewing our acquaintance,
is this document.
A mere formality,
but requiring
your signature.
Fouquet?
Fouquet,
if you would be so kind.
I can assure Your Highness
it is all in order.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[KNOCKS ON TABLE]
You will forgive us, ma'am,
we are not familiar
with your native tongue.
Your Majesty's pardon.
I merely asked
whether it was agreed
my dowry be signed over
before the marriage,
and not, as is more customary,
afterwards.
Before, after...
Is it of any importance?
A matter of two days only.
Surely,
you cannot object.
It merely seems, Your Majesty,
that as there's no reason
for unnatural haste, that--
Unnatural haste!?
Perhaps, Your Majesty,
it's only a matter
of simple protocol.
Wouldn't you agree,
Fouquet?
Perhaps, Your Majesty...
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!
You pair of parrots!
It shall be
as Your Highness pleases.
We shall have
the agreement drawn up
afresh...
after the ceremony.
We thank you, ma'am,
for your attendance.
Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, it might
be as well if I...
Yes, yes, yes. By all means.
Go keep the witch happy!
We can't
afford a diplomatic incident
at this stage, can we?
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[SPEAKING SPANISH]
What did that fool
do yesterday?
You don't think
he told her anything?
One can never quite be sure,
Your Majesty.
What?
One can
never quite be sure.
Who is he?!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
My love...
Thank God you're here!
I'm being driven mad
by half-wits and impostors.
It was
all to be so simple.
He should have been dead.
My poor Louis.
Answer my question,
Fouquet.
Your Majesty,
I have taken the liberty
of bringing to court
someone who can
answer your questions
better than I.
If Your Majesty will
accompany me?
Very well, Fouquet.
Let us listen
to this informant of yours,
and it had
better be the full truth.
Aramis, who am I?
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You!
Your Majesty.
Mother!
He's my brother.
It's true, Philippe.
We were all there
when d'Artagnan
first brought you to Gascogne.
Your father immediately
saw the danger.
Twin brothers,
do you understand?
Twin brothers
as heirs
to the throne
of France?
Impossible.
Ambitious men have
made civil wars
for less reason than that.
Well, why me?
Why was I the one
my father chose to send away?
There was no choice,
Philippe.
Your father just picked up
one of the babies,
the one closest to him,
and committed you
to our protection.
Then no one knows
which of us was first-born.
No one.
It can't be true!
Colbert and
the musketeers were
the only ones who had
your father's confidence.
I, myself, only
discovered the truth
two years ago.
And yet you let him live?!
He is your brother, Louis.
You shall not harm him.
Do you not know
the invisible ties
binding the lives of twins?
By harming him,
you would risk
even greater danger to yourself.
I shall not demand your word.
For you have never felt
obliged to keep it.
But remember well my warning.
It is the last thing
you shall hear from me.
There was no choice, d'Artagnan.
Your own words.
My brother was crowned,
but there was no choice.
For all we know,
I might
have been first-born.
Are you saying that you would
take the crown from him?
Would I make France
a worse king than Louis?
No. You'd make
a better king.
On my honor, lad,
you'd make a better king,
but--
Mind you,
that's not saying much.
What's more,
you're talking treason.
That's true.
Nasty thing, treason.
Nasty.
ARAMIS:
We want no part of that, do we?
PORTHOS: Not I.ARAMIS: Risky business.
Very.
Beware delusions
of grandeur, my liege.
[LAUGHS]
I'm afraid
they're right, lad.
Better to forget
the whole matter.
Back to the country,
that's the life.
Open skies, trees,
the smell of new mol--
And Marie-Thrse?
What's to become
of Marie-Thrse?
It's true,
His Majesty has...many moods.
Not all of them
bad ones, I trust.
Your Highness has
her own experience
that that is not the case.
Monsieur Colbert,
I did not trust you at first,
but you are a kind man...
in spite of the fact
that for you this marriage
is nothing more
than a political convenience.
Your Highness,
please believe
it is my deepest hope
that it will
prove much more than that.
Thank you, Colbert.
It's mine too.
[MEN SHOUTING]
Oh, there's someone hunting!
Aren't those the king's horses?
Yes, I believe they are.
Let's surprise him.
I think it might be better
to leave them to their sport.
Oh, nonsense.
If the king is enjoying himself,
we may find his mood
nearer to yesterday's
than this morning's.
I would like that,
Colbert.
I'll take your bird,
ma'am.
Here.
My darling,
what a wonder you are!
The most beautiful woman
in France,
and still, you hunt better
than any man I know.
Dear God!
Am I to be hounded
like a criminal even here.
[SCOFFS]
Madame.
You abuse the privilege
of your freedom at our court.
Privilege, Your Majesty?
The infanta of Spain requires
no privilege
to move as she pleases.
But we are sorry
to have disturbed your...sport.
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[GASPS]
[BELLS ON LEGS JINGLE]
Don't move.
The thing won't attack
unless you move.
[LAUGHS]
[MEN LAUGH]
LOUIS:
You'd better explain
about
Her Royal Highness' freedom.
[MEN LAUGH]
He doesn't
seem to understand.
[ALL LAUGHING]
Hie!
[BELLS JINGLE]
Colbert.
I suggest you conduct
Her Royal Highness
to the safety
of her apartments.
We shall talk later, ma'am.
And you, Colbert,
have done yourself
no service this afternoon.
LOUIS:
The hunt shall continue.
No, Colbert.
Never, never,
not for all the dead in Europe
will I marry that man!
BERNARD:
Get out!
[MEN PROTESTING]
Don't come back!
Stranger,
what is your business?
Monsieur Bernard?
Who wants him?
My name is
Monsieur Guillaume.
Then you'll be
looking for your friends.
You'd better be quick,
or they'll soon be gone.
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Colbert!
If you have news,
come with us.
PORTHOS:
We're making a run for it.
Where's Philippe?
I'm right here.
[LAUGHS]
You know us,
always the masters
of disguise.
[CHUCKLES]
Besides,
Porthos had already
emptied the barrel.
Well, you aren't the
only ones on the run.
The infanta left Paris.
There was nothing I could do.
What happened?
Oh, need you ask?
Louis happened.
That whore,
La Vallire happened.
You realize
the consequences
if Marie-Thrse
reaches Spain?
It means war
and everything
I've struggled to prevent.
The princess must
not leave France.
I don't see
what can we do.
When the king finds out
she is leaving...
He'll send troops.
That is why you must
reach her first.
How?
We'll do it, d'Artagnan.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
But how?
I can tell you
where to find her.
Where? Why, then all
we need is horses.
[WHINNIES]
We're quite proud
of these animals.
Chantal, an excellent hunter.
And...
my spirited friend.[WHINNIES]
Perhaps you'd
like a closer look at this one.
[SNORTS]
[WHINNIES]
You appear to be a little
nervous. With good reason.
Your Majesty.
I'm ambassador for
the king of Spain.
I'm...
I'm protected
by the crown.
You're protected by nothing.
Where is she?But no, I beg you!
Please, no!
Where is she?!
Your Majesty, I beg you!Where?
Tell me!
Don't!
No!
[WHINNIES][SCREAMS]
No! No!
[MEN COMMANDING HORSES]
DRIVER:
Whoa! Whoa!
[WOMEN SQUEALING]
Drop it!MARIE-THERESE: Who are you?
This is an outrage!
I must talk to you. Trust me.
How dare you stop my coach.
You're in danger. Come with me.
No!
Please!I don't want to come.
You must come!Soldiers!
PHILIPPE:
Don't be stupid!
MARIE-THERESE:
No, no!
D'ARTAGNAN:
Make her go.
We'll try to cut them off!
There's no time to talk now.
I must take you
to safety.
I'm not going!
You must!
No, I'm not going.
I'm sorry. We'll talk later.I hate you.
Get them going!
Hyah!
Hyah!
[YELLING]
[COMMANDING HORSES]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
Into the woods!
Come on! Force them to dismount.
SOLDIER:
Stop!
Stop in the name of the king!
[HORSE WHINNIES]
[GRUNTS]
Right, then!
[WOMEN SCREAM]
Oh, no! No!
She's not here!
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
[WHISTLES AND LAUGHS]
Shall we go after them?
No.
We've held them off
long enough
for Philippe
to get away.
What do we do now?
ARAMIS:
The ladies.
We can
hardly abandon the ladies.
The ladies!
Of course, Aramis!
PHILIPPE:
I was raised in Gascogne
under the care
of d'Artagnan.
I always believed
that my father had
been killed at his side.
Little did I know
that in Paris
there was someone exactly
my double--
The king of France.
I swear to you,
Louis and I are twin brothers.
Philippe.
I only found out myself
this morning.
Philippe.
But what are we
going to do now?
Something...
miraculous.
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Easy now.
[GIGGLES]
Careful. Mind the step.
You all right?
Bernard, listen.
What?
Careful, Bernard.
[MAN SHOUTS]
Who's there?
Shh. Quiet, Bernard.
No one knows we're here,
including you.
But I thought--
Don't be stupid.
[ALL LAUGH]
Come on in.
MARIE-THERESE:
I don't want you to go.
It's late.
We must be going.
Stay. Stay here.
No one knows
that we're here.
Please...
Quickly! Come on.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
[SWORDS UNSHEATHE]
Oh!
[GRUNTING]
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[GRUNTS]
This time,
there will be
no escape.
[GRUNTS]
[KEYS JINGLE AND DOOR LOCKS]
FOUQUET:
Surprised, Colbert?
She's not under arrest, surely.
Not under arrest, exactly,
But she will not find it so easy
to escape us again.
Aren't you relieved,
my dear Colbert?
After all,
it is your own diplomacy
that I have
rescued from the ashes.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Together with her Spanish dowry,
of course.
Oh, of course.
Twin benefits.
Much to be desired,
don't you agree?
Forgive me.
I have much to attend to.
Monsieur.
Uh, Your Highness?
You will remain here.
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Your Highness,
can I be of some service to you?
You may step out of my way,
if you please.
May I ask Her Royal Highness
where she is going?
You may ask.
The king does not wish
to see you.
Madame, you permit yourself
great privileges
for someone
of such minor consequence.
The king permits me
great privileges.
I suggest you remember that...
Your Highness.
I wish
to see the Spanish ambassador
immediately.
I'm afraid that is impossible.
How dare you
tell me that!
His Excellency has suffered
a fatal accident.
A riding accident.
Very tragic.
I find that
hard to believe.
The ambassador did
not even ride.
He was
terrified of horses.
Ah! Then perhaps
it explains it.
It explains
that he was murdered!
Guards!
Escort Her Highness
to her apartments.
She is not well.
Whatever you need, send word.
It will be brought immediately.
Get out.
You have your orders.
Get out!
That was very unwise,
Your Highness.
You're not
in your father's court now.
Madame...
you may have a high opinion
of your influence here...
but remember,
it is I who am to become
the queen of France tomorrow,
and not you.
Do you really think
that will change anything?
You're very young
and very pretty,
but very naive.
And you, madame,
for all your extra years,
have remained extremely foolish
if you think that my influence
will not be felt.
Your influence will be confined
to whether that
your peasant lover of yours
merely rots to death
in the Bastille,
or is tortured
till he screams for it.
The thought seems
to excite you, madame.
I wonder why.
A curious passion.
Forgive me,
but I must do my best
to see that such a passion
remains ungratified.
Ah, Your Highness.
It's good
to see you safe.
It would be better, I trust,
to see me free.
Monsieur, our orders are
to accompany Her Highness
to her apartments.
Well, orders are not
given to be ignored.
May I suggest,
may I walk with you
to your apartments.
I must confess,
one of the many
pleasures
in Your Highness'
company
is the opportunity
to practice
your exquisite
native tongue.
You will recall,
when I was in
your father's court,
I had some proficiency
in Spanish.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
We can't
let this happen
and still call
ourselves musketeers.
Well, one of us
has to say it.
What do we do?
Well...
Marie-Thrse put the beginnings
of an idea to me,
but frankly...
You can tell us,
at least.
Well, it's based on
what Philippe told us
about his imprisonment
last time.
But it would depend entirely
on Marie-Thrse being
able to do
what she says she can do.
I don't know.
[POURING DRINK]
Then again,
she's a very remarkable girl.
[SNORING]
All will be ready
for Your Majesty's return
tomorrow.
Yes, be sure it is.
I may be getting married,
but I'll be damned
if I'll miss a full day's
hunting just for that.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Who is it?
[WOMAN GIGGLES]
My love,
where are you?
I thought you would
be at Fontainebleau.
I was just about--
How did you get in here?
I walked.
Are you alone?
Ah, you mean
my guards?
Oh, but they're at their post,
quite unaware of any deception.
Oh, please, Your Majesty.
I beg you.
Just a few moments.
Believe me,
I have no wish
to displease Your Majesty
any further,
but I have a gift.
An heirloom of my family.
There is a saying
that the man who wears this
at his wedding
will be blessed
by all he desires.
It's exquisite, but--
Really, Your Majesty,
it is the finest in Europe.
I will wear it.
Your Majesty
is most gracious.
I feel I've delayed
Your Majesty too long.
Excuse me.
No, no, no. Wait.
I only...
What an extraordinary girl
you are.
Yesterday...
Yes, yesterday.
Yesterday,
a man came to me
in the image
of my king.
You were
running away from me!
Not from you.
Just from my own fear that
I could not be
what Your Majesty desired.
Not what I desired?
[LIGHT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
No message, madame.
Does madame wish me
to send to the palace?
No.
The king will be here shortly.
You may bring more champagne.
I wish only to be
your wife
on whatever terms
Your Majesty demands.
And, uh...
my brother.
What are your feelings
for him now?
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
And yet you allowed him
to make love to you, didn't you?
But I thought it was you.
How could I know it wasn't?
You realize you've become party
to a great secret.
Its keeping worth more
than the life of any man...
or woman.
Its keeping's worth everything
to the queen of France.
And his life?
What would you give
to save his life?
Your Majesty asks me to bargain
for the life of a man
who has humiliated me?
Come.
Let us talk more
about your loyalty.
[RIPS DRESS]
[MARIE-THERESE GASPS]
Shh.
Easy. Easy, now.
Careful!
You go next, Porthos.
[GRUNTING]
[GASPING]
[STRUGGLING]
I am going to my room...
where I do not wish
to be disturbed by anybody!
My dear Colbert.
How fortunate
not to have missed you.
We have an appointment,
you and I, in the Bastille.
Hurry!
[SIGHS]
Come on, then.
[SIGHING]
What shall we do now?
Uh-huh.
Don't be coy.
We have plenty of time,
Your Majesty.
Well, then.
We have all the time
in the world.
[SIGHS]
Be patient with me.
I will make you the happiest...
This is an outrage, Fouquet.
Just a few questions
you might care to answer,
such as who you met
this afternoon, and why?
Quickly! Quickly!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
You did well,
my dear.
Yes, now it's our
turn to take over.
Athos,
find some of his clothes.
Allow me.
Oh, we'll need some of your
skill later, Aramis. I...
I think I remember this
from the old days.
Aramis!
You'd better go ahead
and start on the lock.
Athos,
pass me the lantern.
Rest a moment.
We can use this.
Uh-huh.
[STIRRING]
Aramis!
Philippe.
[WINCES]
So you really think
you can help
your young friend.
Well, let us show him
the impostor.
Lower that light,
Porthos.
[GROANS]
Ooh!
Never mind, carry on.
Stop worrying
about your back. Go on!
That's it.
Easy, easy does it.
[GRUNTING]
You'll be all right.
Careful,
don't wake him!
Philippe!The shirt, pass me the shirt.
[SIGHS]
Come on!
Let me help you.
Come on. Go on.
Go on.
Hurry!
Now let's see how
Louis likes the mask.
Put his arms in.
Now the other.
Closer.
Let's leave it
as we found it.
Come on, my sweet.
Come on.
Somebody's coming!
Aramis, we must go now.
Go on! Go on.
Give me that lamp.
You can't fail us now.
[LOCK CLICKS]I've done it!
[KEYS RATTLE AND DOOR OPENS]
Now,
Monsieur Colbert.
Shall we wake your young friend?
Do you wish to speak to him?
[GRUNTS]
Quick! Up the stairs!
Oh...
My God!
Let me out! I can't--
What is this?
Where am I?
[CLANGING]
Ow! I can't breathe! My God!
Let me out!
Let me out!
[BANGING AGAINST WALL]
May you and your king be
damned in hell for this.
LOUIS: Colbert!And may you and your pretender
be there to greet us.
Fouquet! Fouquet!
It's me, the king!
Fouquet,
do you hear?
Fouquet, it's me!
I command you! It's the king.
Let me out of here!
Silence the prisoner.
No, no!
No!
[STRUGGLING]
LOUIS:
No!
[LASHING WITH WHIP]
Come, enough
of this foolishness.
I think monsieur is in the mood
to reconsider his position.
We will talk later, Colbert.
No!
Fouquet, please!
Oh, no!
[CHURCH BELLS RING]
[ORGAN PLAYING]
We bring orders
from the governor.
Hey!
Let them pass.
I don't understand this.
Are you questioning
the royal seal?
But why you two?
If the king tells us we're
in command of the Bastille,
we should argue?
The keys.
Not so fast.
Porthos wishes to repay you
for your past kindnesses.
Yoh!
[GASPS]
ARAMIS:
Let's put him in here.
No one will
find him in this cell.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Colbert!
Colbert!
Aramis.
You found him?
[COLBERT BREATHING UNEVENLY]
Oh, my God.
It was the commandant.
The fat musketeer and another
one threw him into a cell.
I saw it!
You saw it?
I swear! He's a prisoner
in the Bastille.
And the man
in the iron mask?
Fouquet! Where is the king?
Louis is in the Bastille,
it seems,
and the pretender has
gone to church.
[ORGAN PLAYING]
The others are
at the church.
I have something
of importance
to tell you all.
This royal prison,
known as the Bastille,
has become a place...
My friends,
there will be
some drastic changes
around here,
a new set of regulations.
Aramis and I intend
to treat you all as men.
What's in the wagon?
Supplies, commandant.
PORTHOS:
...to our prisoners.
By the powers vested in me
by royal decree...Now!
PORTHOS:
I shall listen
to all your complaints
with sympathy,
but strict fairness.
Porthos!
Come, forward!
You, down below.
[SHOUTING AND GRUNTING]
Aramis,
I'm right behind you!
No, Porthos!
Get d'Artagnan!
The cathedral! Go!
Release the commandant.
[GRUNTING]
After him!
Turn the gate!
Get him.
[ROARS]
[LAUGHS]
Get him!
[GROANS]
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[GROANS]
[GROANS]
You stay here.
Wait.
Hey, get him!
Open that door!
[STRUGGLING CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS]
Louis.
Now do exactly as I say!
[MUFFLED]
I'm going to kill you for this!
[SPEAKING LATIN]
[CROWD SCREAMING]
[WHEEZING]
[CLANGS]
Porthos.
Fouquet...
[WHEEZING]
The other one...
Free!
Porthos!
Athos, you and I--
No!
You stay with
the princess.
Make way!
[CROWD MURMURS]
Please, please,
everyone!
Your Royal Highness.
My lord cardinal...
Please, everyone!
Remain where you are.
Hurry up, Philippe!
Come on!
[WATER RUSHING]
Commandant!
Stay back, Philippe!
Ah!
[MOANS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
Die!
Oh!
[SCREAMS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[MOANS]
[WHIMPERS]
Oh, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
[SCREAMS]
[GASPING]
Help!
[GRUNTING]
[WINCES]
[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
My lord cardinal...
it is the king's wish
that the ceremony proceeds.
No!
[CROWD MURMURS]
This man is not Louis of France!
My lord cardinal.
I give you my most solemn word.
This man is my son.
PHILIPPE:
Let her go!
She can
harm none but herself.
[SPEAKING IN LATIN]
I ask you to repeat after me
the most sacred oath.
"I, Louis of France..."
I, Louis of France,
"take thee,
Marie-Thrse..."
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[ROOSTER CROWS]
Whoa, there!
It does my heart good
to see you.
Good to see you too,
d'Artagnan.
I've a short time only.
Oh, my chateau is very near.
Good, let's go there.
We received your message
only yesterday,
so it was impossible
to welcome you
as we would have liked.
My visit was a secret--
Quite unofficial.
D'Artagnan?Uh-huh.
Who's that with him?
I can't make out.
But no matter.
He is only one.
There is still enough of us.
Get the men armed
and prepare the coach.
Passing so close,
it was a chance
I couldn't miss...
no matter what the risk.
You'll be back
with your party
long before
the sun's full up.
No man the wiser.
Tell me, d'Artagnan,
how is the boy?
The boy?
[LAUGHS]
Ah...!
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
Come on!
[GRUNTS AND LAUGHS]
Again!
MAN:
Well done, boy!
[GRUNTS]
Oops! Ha-ha-ha!
Eyes in your arse, boy.
What did I tell you?
You must have eyes
in your arse.
[LAUGHS]You're learning, my boy,
but the trouble is,
you still fight fair.
[GUFFAWS]
We taught Philippe
everything a gentleman
of France should know.
Huh.
Swordsmanship
before breakfast,
and then Athos
takes over
with Greek and Latin.
Colbert!
An unexpected pleasure.
Delighted to see you,
Athos.
Welcome.
Thank you.
[GRUNTING]
Oh!
And that, my dear boy,
is sleight of hand.
Now...
If you ever use it
in a game of cards,
be sure to remember it
in the discussions
that may follow.
Now, uh, would you like to learn
that little maneuver?
Huh?
Show me.
That is our godson,
Philippe.
Monsieur Colbert,
an old and trusted friend.
Aramis, Porthos.
Aramis.Monsieur Colbert.
Porthos.Colbert.
I'm honored, monsieur.
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Philippe,
why don't you go
and tell our lovely Marianne
that we're all
dying of hunger, hm?
And don't forget
to give her
a kiss from me.
Marianne's our housekeeper.
She was Philippe's nurse
when we first brought him
to this house.
What do you think
of him?
Extraordinary.
Absolutely extraordinary.
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D'ARTAGNAN:
So your negotiations
with the Spanish court
were successful?
Completely.
I have the agreement here.
Now it remains
only to persuade the king
that a diplomatic marriage
for the sake of France
must come before his own...
somewhat...
eccentric preferences.
[LAUGHS]
Sooner you than I.
Yes.
[DOG WHIMPERING]
Baron? Baron!
[GRUNTS]
Ah! Breakfast at last!
What do you mean, "at last?"
It's been ready
and waiting.
Good morning, Monsieur Colbert.
Good morning.
I have a great belief
in the persuasive powers
of the infanta's dowry.
Six hundred thousand
Spanish doubloons
should prove a more
effective advocate
with Louis than I.
The royal coffers
are empty.
[HORSE WHINNIES]Louis will accept this marriage
even though he has
no personal desire for it.
[WHINNIES]
My part would
bring an end
to these futile wars
with Spain.
Colbert! Quick!
Quickly.
I think we're in for trouble.
No one must see you.
Hold them off!
Monsieurs, you disappoint me.
I'd hoped you would
have fought us
at least a little sport
before your surrender.
Bring them out.
Come on!
[GRUNTS]
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PORTHOS:
Philippe, the swords!
Ah!
[MOANS]
Come on.
[GRUNTING AND STRUGGLING]
D'ARTAGNAN:
Halt! Halt!
Stay back!
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
Aha!
Whoa!
[GROANS]
I'll get the horses.
Colbert!
Jump up!Right.
The stairs, come on.
The stairs!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Give me a hand
with the door!
Come on.
Pull, pull!
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
D'ARTAGNAN:
We're at the river now.
Your party must be
on the other side.
Thanks, d'Artagnan.You'll be safe over there.
Hmm.
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[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Drop your swords, gentlemen.
No, don't! Not for me!
[SCREAMING]
And now the rest of you.
MAN:
Take them to the coach.
How long
do you think it'll be
before we get there?
The captain says
we'll be there in two days.
Your Highness is eager
to see her new country?
Not the country,
Your Excellency, the man.
You must admit
that it's difficult to judge
your future husband
from an old miniature like this.
Do you know what I think?
I think
you've deliberately kept
any recent pictures from me.
But Your Highness,
why would I do that?
So that I would not see
what he has become.
I assure you,
His Majesty Louis of France
is a most handsome
and proper man.
A most shameless
and profligate one,
and has many mistresses.
Your Highness!
It's also said
that he's hated
by all of the French people.
Where can you
have heard such lies?
I have to marry
and live with this unknown king.
But if I cannot love him,
I warn you now
that, politics or not,
there will be no marriage.
[CROWD YELLING AND BOOING]
MAN:
Lower the gate!
[DOOR CLOSES]
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It's ready?
Yes, sire.
[CLANGS]
Bring him down.
Commandant?Right.
There you are,
captain.
That's for the man
in the coach.
Put it on his head.
No one's to see.
MAN:
We're with you, boy.
Come on... Move!
Bring him inside.
PHILIPPE:
Where are you taking me?
Get in there!
MAN:
Move on!
Get rid of the escort.
Sergeants!
Come along, men.
Get in line.
Hurry along.
Quickly!
You'll be going home soon.
No!
No, no!
CAPTAIN:
Fire!
[MUFFLED]
Let go of my arm!
Strap him in.
What have I done?
Tell me.
Take them with you
and wait outside.
Oh, my God!
You want your freedom,
don't you?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah...
What do you want from me?
No!
[WHIMPERING]
No! No!
No, don't!
No, please!
Please, no!
No!
A copy to be given
to His Majesty,
and the original,
return to me.
Sire.
It's done.
And all who saw his face?
They're dead.
So my dear captain...
that leaves only one person,
aside from myself,
who knows the face
behind the iron mask.
You.
My lord?
But of course, I can rely
on your secrecy, captain.
Rest assured,
you need have no fear.
Be back before nightfall.
I shall have the deeds
to your estate.
You're a man of property now.
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[CROWD MURMURING]
VENDOR:
Turnips and carrots here!
[GRUNTS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
It's her! La Vallire,
the king's whore!
MAN:
Tell the king we're starving.
[CROWD PROTESTING]
Whore!
Ha! You and your
fine carriage!
You'll finish up
like me
when the king's
thrown you over!
MAN 1:
Drag the bitch out!
There's your king, you whore!
MAN 2:
Get back to your sty,
dirty bitch!
MAN 3:
That's how you'll both
finish up.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Madame...Monsieur Colbert.
I would be in your debt
if you would inform His Majesty
I've been waiting for an
audience for the last two hours.
It's very important that
I should speak to him.
Perhaps, Mr. Colbert,
you would care to inform me
of your business
with His Majesty,
and I will pass it on to him.
Madame is most kind,
but it is vital that I speak
to His Majesty...directly.
No doubt it is.
Then I will tell him.
I'm sure he will
be pleased to hear
that you're waiting.
And how is His Majesty
feeling today?
[MAN MOANS, MUTTERS]
[MUTTERS]
Oh.
Does His Majesty wish for me
to send for a physician?
[CONTINUES TO MOAN]
Perhaps His Majesty needs
to bleed a little.
No, no, no.
His Majesty is right.
What use is blood?
Unless, perhaps, someone else's.
Uh-huh.
Which reminds me,
Colbert is still waiting
to talk to you
about that Spanish upstart
you're about to marry, I expect.
No, no! No, no, no.
[MOANS]
[]
I know you have to do it,
Louis...
but I will
never let her have you.
She will never
love you as I do.
Certainly not as I do.
I am the only woman...
that really loves you.
And just one more,
Your Majesty?
There.
There.
Now you can continue to rob me
with the seal of royal approval
to protect you.
My lord!
Stop sputtering, Fouquet.
I'm no fool.
And I don't take you
for one, either.
Besides, with the state
my finances are in...
I can't afford
to pay you anyway.
My lord, I can only assure you--
Stop trying
to look innocent!
You haven't got
the face for it.
Anyway, it's the treasury
you're robbing,
not me.
But you lay one finger
on my Spanish money,
and I'll have your head
on a pike outside the Bastille!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
My love!
Come, have a drink.
You should be needing it
after all that.
And what a cure you are.
Take care, my lord,
or you may undo
all the good we've done.
Then I'll be ready
for another cure
all the sooner.
Has Colbert got everything
arranged for tomorrow?
Everything, Your Majesty.
I have all the details.
I'm going to be
assassinated tomorrow,
my love,
in full view
of all Paris.
It's all right.
I won't even be there.
But you just said--
Uh-uh! I'll explain it.
As you know,
there's been an attempt
to organize
a popular uprising against me...
but I will show them
the terrible power
of God's anointed
representative on earth,
invested with all the might
and majesty of heaven itself!
Well, it's his idea.
You! Tell her.
Notice came to me
of a young man in Gascogne
who bore
a remarkable physical similarity
to the king.
Tomorrow this young man will
take His Majesty's place
at the arrival
of the infanta
from Spain.
I thought you'd like that.
And there,
he will be killed,
by enemies
of the crown.
Handpicked by one of us,
of course.
But why should
he agree to this?
For his own well-being.
And for the sake
of his friends,
whom we hold.
And then, within an hour's time,
I will reappear, unharmed.
The king is dead!
Long live the king!
Miraculous proof
of the king's divinity.
After that,
no mortal hand will
ever dare challenge you.
Oh, you will be
a legend for all time.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
The bastards may not love me,
but after this, they'll fear me!
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All right, young fellow.
[GROANING]
On your feet.
Your ordeal is nearly over,
monsieur.
Just a few
more minutes.
[MOANS]
Carefully!
Come on!
Come on!
[GRUNTS]
You must go now.
I shall meet you
at Fontainebleau
in less than an hour.
Take care not to be seen,
my darling.
Hurry.
[GRUNTING]
[SIGHS]
[CHAIN RATTLING
AND FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[RATTLING]
[MOANING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Tell me...
is it
considered proper
in your godforsaken
corner of the country
to sit in the presence
of your king?
He doesn't seem
to believe me.
Tell him, Fouquet.
You are in the presence
of His Majesty Louis,
king of France
and Navarre.
Up, peasant, up!
I take it you've
at least heard of me.
I know you've
come from the provinces,
but you have heard of me?
Indeed, sir.
Who has not heard
of Louis,
King of France?
That's a start, at least.
Fouquet...
the coat.
Let's try it
on him.
Well, we might as well
put an end to your curiosity.
We.
You know, Fouquet,
this is the first time
I've ever been able
to use the royal "we"
without feeling
faintly ridiculous.
We, my country friend,
we two shall be one...
at least for a day,
which shall be
quite sufficient.
Oh, get on with it,
Fouquet.
You're the one
to be explaining this,
not me.
You have been
brought here
in secrecy
for a specific purpose.
Tomorrow you are
to double for your king.
FOUQUET:
If you do
exactly as instructed,
you will be
handsomely rewarded,
and the musketeers
released.
But if not...
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
Coachmen, forward!
[PROCESSION MUSIC PLAYING]
MAN:
Come on, you rebels!
Come on, come on!
I want to hear you cheer!
Come on, let's hear you!
[CROWD CHEERS]
Louder,
like loyal subjects.
All hail King Louis!
MAN:
Come on, cheer! Cheer!
[LAUGHS]
You can't escape me!
[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]
I think...
We're alone now.
Ah, those damn
church bells.
Their sound
has always driven me mad.
Louis, my love,
how will you know
when it's over?
By keeping at least half an eye
on Paris.
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[CROWD YELLING]
Can you see him yet?
No.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Your Majesty.
Give me your hand, idiot.
Move.
Your Majesty.
If Your Majesty
will permit,
a few words
in preparation?
Your-- Your Majesty's...
surprised by something?
I never expected you
so far from Gascogne,
Monsieur Colbert.
Philippe!
You didn't know?
I swear it.
The musketeers?
In the Bastille.
The Bastille?
I don't know
the purpose for all this,
but you may be
in grave danger.
Go carefully.
Everything is, I trust,
to His Majesty's satisfaction?
Perfectly.
[CROWD CHEERING LOUDER]
He looks better
than I'd hoped.
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CAPTAIN:
Company...
Fire!
[SCREAMS]
WOMAN:
What's happened?
Are you all right?
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
The king,
have you seen the king?
No, sir.
[GRUNTS]
[ARROW WHIZZES][CATCHES BREATH]
[GASPS]
[]
[GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
There he is, the king!
The king!
Oh, the king is safe! Go in!
[GRUNTING]
Come on, men, go in!
Help the king.
Keep back!
Keep back!
Behind you, Louis!
CROWD:
Whoa!
[CROWD CHEERS]
LA VALLIERE:
Louis, look!
It's done!
The king is safe.He's safe!
Send in his coach.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[PEOPLE CLAPPING]
The musketeers.
Use your power
while you have it.
PHILIPPE:
Loyal friends...
Loyal friends,
we thank God
for this deliverance...
and we thank you
for the welcome
that you've shown our queen.
[CHEERING]
To mark this day,
let the order go forth,
by royal decree,
that the gates of the Bastille
be opened!
[CHEERING]
[MUMBLES AGREEMENT]
All held
within its walls
and incarcerated there
be granted full pardon,
and make free men
of France once more!
God bless you all!
[PROCESSION MUSIC PLAYING]
I expect you're more used
to this sort of thing than I am.
I feel I... I should
apologize for what happened.
Oh, please. I so happy
Your Majesty is safe now.
But who were those men
that attacked you?
Who?
Those men.
Oh, yes,
uh, the men.
I, uh...
God knows.
[LAUGHS]
I confess,
Your Majesty is not
quite what I expected.
No?
Of course, I've
had your picture,
but a picture doesn't
show everything
about a man.
It certainly doesn't.
And naturally,
I've heard certain things.
Such as?
Such as do not agree
with what I see.
You can be quite the diplomat
when need be, can't you?
Oh,
you don't like that?
If it pleases Your Majesty
to think so.
It's not a matter
of "if it pleases
His Majesty."
I would only hope
that your life here
pleases you.
I'm sure now
that it will.
And now, to celebrate
my immortality...
fireworks,
a triumphant procession
through the city!
I am enjoying this!
Whoa!
Why are we slowing down?
It's Fouquet.
Your Majesty.
Coachman, turn back!
LOUIS:
What's the meaning
of this, Fouquet?!
FOUQUET:
He's still alive.
What?
He's still alive.
You've bungled it?
You idiot! You idiot!
LA VALLIERE:
Fouquet, how could you?
[CROWD MURMURING]
D'Artagnan!
Hurry, this masquerade
cannot go on much longer.
The boy's at the palace.
Porthos, go back.
We must persuade him to leave
while there's still time.
[TRUMPETS HERALDING]
[CELEBRATORY MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Glorious, isn't it?
Yes,
in this moment of triumph,
don't forget
your friends.
They'll be waiting
for you in a carriage.
Hmm?
Oh, yes.
[FIREWORKS LAUNCHING]
D'Artagnan?
Yes, we meet again,
Fouquet.
It's been a long time.
You remember Aramis?
And Athos...
And Porthos,
of course.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh...
You gentlemen are free to leave.
All of you.
Take the impostor with you,
and I guarantee your safety.
We'll make sure
of that!
[WHISTLES]
[WHISTLING]
Here.
He's coming. Let's go!
Come along. Hurry!
[FIREWORKS CRACKING]
Forgive me,
but something is
troubling Your Majesty.
Do you wish
to tell me?
I must go. I'm sorry.
But, Louis,
we've only--
Please... I must.
Please promise me
that you'll return soon.
I promise.
I will return.
[HORSES TROTTING]
Hurry, boy. Hurry!
Cover him!
[CHATTERING]
[FIREWORKS CRACKING]
Fouquet?
Fouquet...
Are you there, Fouquet?
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
[SCREAMS]
My dear Fouquet.
Everyone's been
asking for you.
[SCREAMS]
I thought perhaps
you were with the king
discussing
this eventful day.
[SCREAMS LOUDER]
Oh, yes, of course.
There.
Where is he?
The king?
Well, at the moment,
no one can find him.
I mean d'Artagnan
and his friends.
The musketeers?
Oh, were they here?
This is not the time
to play games, Colbert!
They'll pay for this
with their lives.
Please make my excuses.
I have to find my king.
[BELL RINGING]
Wait outside, please.
Sister Anne,
you are
summoned to Paris.
You are released
until your return
from your vow
of silence.
May God be with you.
[FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS]
Bernard!
You're
a welcome sight!
You slept well, I hope.
Well, we slept.
But I'm afraid
your accommodations
aren't much better
than the Bastille.
Porthos,
if you start on that now,
you'll be blind drunk by midday
and owing me a fortune
by tonight.
Well, how did he know
it was me?
[ALL LAUGH]
How long do you need to stay
this time?
Oh, just the usual.
Till things
cool off a bit.
Is it all of you in trouble,
or just your young friend here?
Who is he?
Come on, Bernard,
don't you know your own king
when you see him?
Understood:
"Mind your own business,
Bernard."
Bernard, there's only one man
knows where we are.
If he comes here,
he'll announce himself
as Monsieur Guillaume.
You may allow him down.
And if anybody else
comes asking?
Throw him down!
[ALL LAUGHING]
The only reason
you still have a head on your
shoulders, Fouquet,
is because you're the one man
capable of finding him,
but your time is
not unlimited.
My men are everywhere.
[DOOR OPENS]
Your Majesty!
Her Royal Highness,
the infanta of Spain.
Madame,
how kind of you to attend us.
Your Majesty.
Please be seated.
Your Majesty has recovered
from the events of yesterday,
may one hope?
Thank you.
We are quite ourselves again.
Well...
Time enough for
these distractions later.
The reason I wish to see you,
apart from the pleasure
of renewing our acquaintance,
is this document.
A mere formality,
but requiring
your signature.
Fouquet?
Fouquet,
if you would be so kind.
I can assure Your Highness
it is all in order.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[KNOCKS ON TABLE]
You will forgive us, ma'am,
we are not familiar
with your native tongue.
Your Majesty's pardon.
I merely asked
whether it was agreed
my dowry be signed over
before the marriage,
and not, as is more customary,
afterwards.
Before, after...
Is it of any importance?
A matter of two days only.
Surely,
you cannot object.
It merely seems, Your Majesty,
that as there's no reason
for unnatural haste, that--
Unnatural haste!?
Perhaps, Your Majesty,
it's only a matter
of simple protocol.
Wouldn't you agree,
Fouquet?
Perhaps, Your Majesty...
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!
You pair of parrots!
It shall be
as Your Highness pleases.
We shall have
the agreement drawn up
afresh...
after the ceremony.
We thank you, ma'am,
for your attendance.
Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, it might
be as well if I...
Yes, yes, yes. By all means.
Go keep the witch happy!
We can't
afford a diplomatic incident
at this stage, can we?
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[SPEAKING SPANISH]
What did that fool
do yesterday?
You don't think
he told her anything?
One can never quite be sure,
Your Majesty.
What?
One can
never quite be sure.
Who is he?!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
My love...
Thank God you're here!
I'm being driven mad
by half-wits and impostors.
It was
all to be so simple.
He should have been dead.
My poor Louis.
Answer my question,
Fouquet.
Your Majesty,
I have taken the liberty
of bringing to court
someone who can
answer your questions
better than I.
If Your Majesty will
accompany me?
Very well, Fouquet.
Let us listen
to this informant of yours,
and it had
better be the full truth.
Aramis, who am I?
[]
You!
Your Majesty.
Mother!
He's my brother.
It's true, Philippe.
We were all there
when d'Artagnan
first brought you to Gascogne.
Your father immediately
saw the danger.
Twin brothers,
do you understand?
Twin brothers
as heirs
to the throne
of France?
Impossible.
Ambitious men have
made civil wars
for less reason than that.
Well, why me?
Why was I the one
my father chose to send away?
There was no choice,
Philippe.
Your father just picked up
one of the babies,
the one closest to him,
and committed you
to our protection.
Then no one knows
which of us was first-born.
No one.
It can't be true!
Colbert and
the musketeers were
the only ones who had
your father's confidence.
I, myself, only
discovered the truth
two years ago.
And yet you let him live?!
He is your brother, Louis.
You shall not harm him.
Do you not know
the invisible ties
binding the lives of twins?
By harming him,
you would risk
even greater danger to yourself.
I shall not demand your word.
For you have never felt
obliged to keep it.
But remember well my warning.
It is the last thing
you shall hear from me.
There was no choice, d'Artagnan.
Your own words.
My brother was crowned,
but there was no choice.
For all we know,
I might
have been first-born.
Are you saying that you would
take the crown from him?
Would I make France
a worse king than Louis?
No. You'd make
a better king.
On my honor, lad,
you'd make a better king,
but--
Mind you,
that's not saying much.
What's more,
you're talking treason.
That's true.
Nasty thing, treason.
Nasty.
ARAMIS:
We want no part of that, do we?
PORTHOS: Not I.ARAMIS: Risky business.
Very.
Beware delusions
of grandeur, my liege.
[LAUGHS]
I'm afraid
they're right, lad.
Better to forget
the whole matter.
Back to the country,
that's the life.
Open skies, trees,
the smell of new mol--
And Marie-Thrse?
What's to become
of Marie-Thrse?
It's true,
His Majesty has...many moods.
Not all of them
bad ones, I trust.
Your Highness has
her own experience
that that is not the case.
Monsieur Colbert,
I did not trust you at first,
but you are a kind man...
in spite of the fact
that for you this marriage
is nothing more
than a political convenience.
Your Highness,
please believe
it is my deepest hope
that it will
prove much more than that.
Thank you, Colbert.
It's mine too.
[MEN SHOUTING]
Oh, there's someone hunting!
Aren't those the king's horses?
Yes, I believe they are.
Let's surprise him.
I think it might be better
to leave them to their sport.
Oh, nonsense.
If the king is enjoying himself,
we may find his mood
nearer to yesterday's
than this morning's.
I would like that,
Colbert.
I'll take your bird,
ma'am.
Here.
My darling,
what a wonder you are!
The most beautiful woman
in France,
and still, you hunt better
than any man I know.
Dear God!
Am I to be hounded
like a criminal even here.
[SCOFFS]
Madame.
You abuse the privilege
of your freedom at our court.
Privilege, Your Majesty?
The infanta of Spain requires
no privilege
to move as she pleases.
But we are sorry
to have disturbed your...sport.
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[GASPS]
[BELLS ON LEGS JINGLE]
Don't move.
The thing won't attack
unless you move.
[LAUGHS]
[MEN LAUGH]
LOUIS:
You'd better explain
about
Her Royal Highness' freedom.
[MEN LAUGH]
He doesn't
seem to understand.
[ALL LAUGHING]
Hie!
[BELLS JINGLE]
Colbert.
I suggest you conduct
Her Royal Highness
to the safety
of her apartments.
We shall talk later, ma'am.
And you, Colbert,
have done yourself
no service this afternoon.
LOUIS:
The hunt shall continue.
No, Colbert.
Never, never,
not for all the dead in Europe
will I marry that man!
BERNARD:
Get out!
[MEN PROTESTING]
Don't come back!
Stranger,
what is your business?
Monsieur Bernard?
Who wants him?
My name is
Monsieur Guillaume.
Then you'll be
looking for your friends.
You'd better be quick,
or they'll soon be gone.
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Colbert!
If you have news,
come with us.
PORTHOS:
We're making a run for it.
Where's Philippe?
I'm right here.
[LAUGHS]
You know us,
always the masters
of disguise.
[CHUCKLES]
Besides,
Porthos had already
emptied the barrel.
Well, you aren't the
only ones on the run.
The infanta left Paris.
There was nothing I could do.
What happened?
Oh, need you ask?
Louis happened.
That whore,
La Vallire happened.
You realize
the consequences
if Marie-Thrse
reaches Spain?
It means war
and everything
I've struggled to prevent.
The princess must
not leave France.
I don't see
what can we do.
When the king finds out
she is leaving...
He'll send troops.
That is why you must
reach her first.
How?
We'll do it, d'Artagnan.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
But how?
I can tell you
where to find her.
Where? Why, then all
we need is horses.
[WHINNIES]
We're quite proud
of these animals.
Chantal, an excellent hunter.
And...
my spirited friend.[WHINNIES]
Perhaps you'd
like a closer look at this one.
[SNORTS]
[WHINNIES]
You appear to be a little
nervous. With good reason.
Your Majesty.
I'm ambassador for
the king of Spain.
I'm...
I'm protected
by the crown.
You're protected by nothing.
Where is she?But no, I beg you!
Please, no!
Where is she?!
Your Majesty, I beg you!Where?
Tell me!
Don't!
No!
[WHINNIES][SCREAMS]
No! No!
[MEN COMMANDING HORSES]
DRIVER:
Whoa! Whoa!
[WOMEN SQUEALING]
Drop it!MARIE-THERESE: Who are you?
This is an outrage!
I must talk to you. Trust me.
How dare you stop my coach.
You're in danger. Come with me.
No!
Please!I don't want to come.
You must come!Soldiers!
PHILIPPE:
Don't be stupid!
MARIE-THERESE:
No, no!
D'ARTAGNAN:
Make her go.
We'll try to cut them off!
There's no time to talk now.
I must take you
to safety.
I'm not going!
You must!
No, I'm not going.
I'm sorry. We'll talk later.I hate you.
Get them going!
Hyah!
Hyah!
[YELLING]
[COMMANDING HORSES]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
Into the woods!
Come on! Force them to dismount.
SOLDIER:
Stop!
Stop in the name of the king!
[HORSE WHINNIES]
[GRUNTS]
Right, then!
[WOMEN SCREAM]
Oh, no! No!
She's not here!
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
[WHISTLES AND LAUGHS]
Shall we go after them?
No.
We've held them off
long enough
for Philippe
to get away.
What do we do now?
ARAMIS:
The ladies.
We can
hardly abandon the ladies.
The ladies!
Of course, Aramis!
PHILIPPE:
I was raised in Gascogne
under the care
of d'Artagnan.
I always believed
that my father had
been killed at his side.
Little did I know
that in Paris
there was someone exactly
my double--
The king of France.
I swear to you,
Louis and I are twin brothers.
Philippe.
I only found out myself
this morning.
Philippe.
But what are we
going to do now?
Something...
miraculous.
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Easy now.
[GIGGLES]
Careful. Mind the step.
You all right?
Bernard, listen.
What?
Careful, Bernard.
[MAN SHOUTS]
Who's there?
Shh. Quiet, Bernard.
No one knows we're here,
including you.
But I thought--
Don't be stupid.
[ALL LAUGH]
Come on in.
MARIE-THERESE:
I don't want you to go.
It's late.
We must be going.
Stay. Stay here.
No one knows
that we're here.
Please...
Quickly! Come on.
[HORSE WHINNIES]
[SWORDS UNSHEATHE]
Oh!
[GRUNTING]
[]
[GRUNTS]
This time,
there will be
no escape.
[GRUNTS]
[KEYS JINGLE AND DOOR LOCKS]
FOUQUET:
Surprised, Colbert?
She's not under arrest, surely.
Not under arrest, exactly,
But she will not find it so easy
to escape us again.
Aren't you relieved,
my dear Colbert?
After all,
it is your own diplomacy
that I have
rescued from the ashes.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Together with her Spanish dowry,
of course.
Oh, of course.
Twin benefits.
Much to be desired,
don't you agree?
Forgive me.
I have much to attend to.
Monsieur.
Uh, Your Highness?
You will remain here.
[]
Your Highness,
can I be of some service to you?
You may step out of my way,
if you please.
May I ask Her Royal Highness
where she is going?
You may ask.
The king does not wish
to see you.
Madame, you permit yourself
great privileges
for someone
of such minor consequence.
The king permits me
great privileges.
I suggest you remember that...
Your Highness.
I wish
to see the Spanish ambassador
immediately.
I'm afraid that is impossible.
How dare you
tell me that!
His Excellency has suffered
a fatal accident.
A riding accident.
Very tragic.
I find that
hard to believe.
The ambassador did
not even ride.
He was
terrified of horses.
Ah! Then perhaps
it explains it.
It explains
that he was murdered!
Guards!
Escort Her Highness
to her apartments.
She is not well.
Whatever you need, send word.
It will be brought immediately.
Get out.
You have your orders.
Get out!
That was very unwise,
Your Highness.
You're not
in your father's court now.
Madame...
you may have a high opinion
of your influence here...
but remember,
it is I who am to become
the queen of France tomorrow,
and not you.
Do you really think
that will change anything?
You're very young
and very pretty,
but very naive.
And you, madame,
for all your extra years,
have remained extremely foolish
if you think that my influence
will not be felt.
Your influence will be confined
to whether that
your peasant lover of yours
merely rots to death
in the Bastille,
or is tortured
till he screams for it.
The thought seems
to excite you, madame.
I wonder why.
A curious passion.
Forgive me,
but I must do my best
to see that such a passion
remains ungratified.
Ah, Your Highness.
It's good
to see you safe.
It would be better, I trust,
to see me free.
Monsieur, our orders are
to accompany Her Highness
to her apartments.
Well, orders are not
given to be ignored.
May I suggest,
may I walk with you
to your apartments.
I must confess,
one of the many
pleasures
in Your Highness'
company
is the opportunity
to practice
your exquisite
native tongue.
You will recall,
when I was in
your father's court,
I had some proficiency
in Spanish.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
We can't
let this happen
and still call
ourselves musketeers.
Well, one of us
has to say it.
What do we do?
Well...
Marie-Thrse put the beginnings
of an idea to me,
but frankly...
You can tell us,
at least.
Well, it's based on
what Philippe told us
about his imprisonment
last time.
But it would depend entirely
on Marie-Thrse being
able to do
what she says she can do.
I don't know.
[POURING DRINK]
Then again,
she's a very remarkable girl.
[SNORING]
All will be ready
for Your Majesty's return
tomorrow.
Yes, be sure it is.
I may be getting married,
but I'll be damned
if I'll miss a full day's
hunting just for that.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Who is it?
[WOMAN GIGGLES]
My love,
where are you?
I thought you would
be at Fontainebleau.
I was just about--
How did you get in here?
I walked.
Are you alone?
Ah, you mean
my guards?
Oh, but they're at their post,
quite unaware of any deception.
Oh, please, Your Majesty.
I beg you.
Just a few moments.
Believe me,
I have no wish
to displease Your Majesty
any further,
but I have a gift.
An heirloom of my family.
There is a saying
that the man who wears this
at his wedding
will be blessed
by all he desires.
It's exquisite, but--
Really, Your Majesty,
it is the finest in Europe.
I will wear it.
Your Majesty
is most gracious.
I feel I've delayed
Your Majesty too long.
Excuse me.
No, no, no. Wait.
I only...
What an extraordinary girl
you are.
Yesterday...
Yes, yesterday.
Yesterday,
a man came to me
in the image
of my king.
You were
running away from me!
Not from you.
Just from my own fear that
I could not be
what Your Majesty desired.
Not what I desired?
[LIGHT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
No message, madame.
Does madame wish me
to send to the palace?
No.
The king will be here shortly.
You may bring more champagne.
I wish only to be
your wife
on whatever terms
Your Majesty demands.
And, uh...
my brother.
What are your feelings
for him now?
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
And yet you allowed him
to make love to you, didn't you?
But I thought it was you.
How could I know it wasn't?
You realize you've become party
to a great secret.
Its keeping worth more
than the life of any man...
or woman.
Its keeping's worth everything
to the queen of France.
And his life?
What would you give
to save his life?
Your Majesty asks me to bargain
for the life of a man
who has humiliated me?
Come.
Let us talk more
about your loyalty.
[RIPS DRESS]
[MARIE-THERESE GASPS]
Shh.
Easy. Easy, now.
Careful!
You go next, Porthos.
[GRUNTING]
[GASPING]
[STRUGGLING]
I am going to my room...
where I do not wish
to be disturbed by anybody!
My dear Colbert.
How fortunate
not to have missed you.
We have an appointment,
you and I, in the Bastille.
Hurry!
[SIGHS]
Come on, then.
[SIGHING]
What shall we do now?
Uh-huh.
Don't be coy.
We have plenty of time,
Your Majesty.
Well, then.
We have all the time
in the world.
[SIGHS]
Be patient with me.
I will make you the happiest...
This is an outrage, Fouquet.
Just a few questions
you might care to answer,
such as who you met
this afternoon, and why?
Quickly! Quickly!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
You did well,
my dear.
Yes, now it's our
turn to take over.
Athos,
find some of his clothes.
Allow me.
Oh, we'll need some of your
skill later, Aramis. I...
I think I remember this
from the old days.
Aramis!
You'd better go ahead
and start on the lock.
Athos,
pass me the lantern.
Rest a moment.
We can use this.
Uh-huh.
[STIRRING]
Aramis!
Philippe.
[WINCES]
So you really think
you can help
your young friend.
Well, let us show him
the impostor.
Lower that light,
Porthos.
[GROANS]
Ooh!
Never mind, carry on.
Stop worrying
about your back. Go on!
That's it.
Easy, easy does it.
[GRUNTING]
You'll be all right.
Careful,
don't wake him!
Philippe!The shirt, pass me the shirt.
[SIGHS]
Come on!
Let me help you.
Come on. Go on.
Go on.
Hurry!
Now let's see how
Louis likes the mask.
Put his arms in.
Now the other.
Closer.
Let's leave it
as we found it.
Come on, my sweet.
Come on.
Somebody's coming!
Aramis, we must go now.
Go on! Go on.
Give me that lamp.
You can't fail us now.
[LOCK CLICKS]I've done it!
[KEYS RATTLE AND DOOR OPENS]
Now,
Monsieur Colbert.
Shall we wake your young friend?
Do you wish to speak to him?
[GRUNTS]
Quick! Up the stairs!
Oh...
My God!
Let me out! I can't--
What is this?
Where am I?
[CLANGING]
Ow! I can't breathe! My God!
Let me out!
Let me out!
[BANGING AGAINST WALL]
May you and your king be
damned in hell for this.
LOUIS: Colbert!And may you and your pretender
be there to greet us.
Fouquet! Fouquet!
It's me, the king!
Fouquet,
do you hear?
Fouquet, it's me!
I command you! It's the king.
Let me out of here!
Silence the prisoner.
No, no!
No!
[STRUGGLING]
LOUIS:
No!
[LASHING WITH WHIP]
Come, enough
of this foolishness.
I think monsieur is in the mood
to reconsider his position.
We will talk later, Colbert.
No!
Fouquet, please!
Oh, no!
[CHURCH BELLS RING]
[ORGAN PLAYING]
We bring orders
from the governor.
Hey!
Let them pass.
I don't understand this.
Are you questioning
the royal seal?
But why you two?
If the king tells us we're
in command of the Bastille,
we should argue?
The keys.
Not so fast.
Porthos wishes to repay you
for your past kindnesses.
Yoh!
[GASPS]
ARAMIS:
Let's put him in here.
No one will
find him in this cell.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Colbert!
Colbert!
Aramis.
You found him?
[COLBERT BREATHING UNEVENLY]
Oh, my God.
It was the commandant.
The fat musketeer and another
one threw him into a cell.
I saw it!
You saw it?
I swear! He's a prisoner
in the Bastille.
And the man
in the iron mask?
Fouquet! Where is the king?
Louis is in the Bastille,
it seems,
and the pretender has
gone to church.
[ORGAN PLAYING]
The others are
at the church.
I have something
of importance
to tell you all.
This royal prison,
known as the Bastille,
has become a place...
My friends,
there will be
some drastic changes
around here,
a new set of regulations.
Aramis and I intend
to treat you all as men.
What's in the wagon?
Supplies, commandant.
PORTHOS:
...to our prisoners.
By the powers vested in me
by royal decree...Now!
PORTHOS:
I shall listen
to all your complaints
with sympathy,
but strict fairness.
Porthos!
Come, forward!
You, down below.
[SHOUTING AND GRUNTING]
Aramis,
I'm right behind you!
No, Porthos!
Get d'Artagnan!
The cathedral! Go!
Release the commandant.
[GRUNTING]
After him!
Turn the gate!
Get him.
[ROARS]
[LAUGHS]
Get him!
[GROANS]
[]
[GROANS]
[GROANS]
You stay here.
Wait.
Hey, get him!
Open that door!
[STRUGGLING CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS]
Louis.
Now do exactly as I say!
[MUFFLED]
I'm going to kill you for this!
[SPEAKING LATIN]
[CROWD SCREAMING]
[WHEEZING]
[CLANGS]
Porthos.
Fouquet...
[WHEEZING]
The other one...
Free!
Porthos!
Athos, you and I--
No!
You stay with
the princess.
Make way!
[CROWD MURMURS]
Please, please,
everyone!
Your Royal Highness.
My lord cardinal...
Please, everyone!
Remain where you are.
Hurry up, Philippe!
Come on!
[WATER RUSHING]
Commandant!
Stay back, Philippe!
Ah!
[MOANS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
Die!
Oh!
[SCREAMS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[MOANS]
[WHIMPERS]
Oh, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
[SCREAMS]
[GASPING]
Help!
[GRUNTING]
[WINCES]
[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
My lord cardinal...
it is the king's wish
that the ceremony proceeds.
No!
[CROWD MURMURS]
This man is not Louis of France!
My lord cardinal.
I give you my most solemn word.
This man is my son.
PHILIPPE:
Let her go!
She can
harm none but herself.
[SPEAKING IN LATIN]
I ask you to repeat after me
the most sacred oath.
"I, Louis of France..."
I, Louis of France,
"take thee,
Marie-Thrse..."
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