(lion roaring)
(dramatic music)
[Narrator] Some of this is legend,
but at least this much is fact.
When rioting citizens of France destroyed the Bastille,
they discovered within its records this mysterious entry:
Prisoner number 64389000.
The Man in the Iron Mask.
(dramatic music)
(prisoners coughing)
(guards shouting commands)
(prisoner coughing)
(dark dramatic music)
You dead yet?
(suspenseful chord striking)
(dramatic music)
(wind blowing swiftly)
(powerful dramatic music)
(horse neighing)
(citizens yelling)
(powerful dramatic music)
(citizens yelling)
Aramis!
Porthos is...
I'm sorry, my dears.
You would have enjoyed it too.
He's hung like a donkey.
So are you.
- Really? - Yeah.
He's been asleep so long,
I've forgotten about it.
Okay, go on now.
Go on, yes, leave his holiness alone.
I'll bring you back tomorrow when he's in a better mood.
Go on.
Go on, ladies, go.
Stop praying and revel with me, Aramis.
I need my spirits lifted.
I'm old, I'm weak.
My strength is gone.
Porthos.
I'm praying.
I just said you're praying.
Are you deaf too?
I know you're blind because
if you'd seen the tits that just walked out of here,
you'd have tears in your eyes.
Sometimes there are more important things to life
than a good pair of tits.
Really?
Hey, Aramis.
If you can name me one thing, one single thing
that is more sublime than the feel of a plump,
pink nipple between my lips,
I'll build you a new cathedral.
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness?
(Porthos farting loudly)
Forgive me.
Am I forgiven?
Uh-huh.
Am I forgiven?
I observe your forgiveness
isn't sweeter than a plump nipple.
Don't you understand?
I'm trying to pray!
You're always praying!
[Aramis] D'Artagnan!
Oh, D'Artagnan!
Hey, how are you, young pup?
Porthos.
You interrupted a simple theological discussion.
- So I see. - Welcome, sit.
I wish that I could, Aramis,
but I come upon the king's business.
He wishes to see you.
Still you serve him loyally,
even though the people throw
rotten eggs at his royal emblem.
D'Artagnan, look at you.
You look so young.
And I feel so old.
King says immediately.
One for all, D'Artagnan.
And all for one.
We were all Musketeers once, eh?
I wonder how Athos is doing.
Relax, Raoul.
After all, you're my son.
How could any woman resist you?
When will you ask her?
Today as we arrive or perhaps when we're leaving.
When I think about it, I get so confused.
Will this help?
Mother's ring.
I can't take this.
It's yours she died giving you to me.
I want to die knowing it's on the finger
of the woman my son loves.
Go.
Bring back your fiance.
(cheerful lively music)
Your Majesty, the attack will come at dawn.
No, no, do not underestimate the Dutch.
These troops will be cut off here,
so shift them here and here,
and then we outnumber them there.
Yes, send that on its way.
- Your Majesty. - The yellow sash.
[Advisor] But as your advisors, we feel it is our...
Our duty.
Yes, our duty to inform you
that there are riots in Paris.
Riots?
But Paris is the most beautiful city in the world.
Why should my people feel anything
but pride and contentment?
Well, of course, Your Majesty.
I'm sure they are content and proud.
But they are also starving.
Your Majesty, if we distributed some of the food
that has been reserved for the army...
- The Priest Aramis - There would be plenty
of time to gather more.
Father Aramis, his Majesty is experiencing
some difficulty with the Jesuits.
- The Jesuits? - They have declared
that his Majesty's wars are unjust
and the source of public hunger.
Then perhaps his Majesty should speak to their leader.
Yes, but who is he?
No one can keep secrets like the Jesuits can.
Ah, Aramis.
Your Majesty.
You are a priest,
but once you were a Musketeer.
I, like my father before me, have trusted you
with the gravest of missions.
So,
I want you to find out who the
secret leader of the Jesuits is,
and when you have, for God and for France,
I wish you to kill him.
(somber music)
I know this is a terrible thing I ask,
especially from a priest, but
can you accept this mission and keep it private?
When I discover the identity of this Jesuit rebel,
I will kill both him and the man who told me.
Once a Musketeer, always a Musketeer, huh?
Now, about these riots.
We have stocks on the wharves right now, don't we?
We can distribute that.
But, Majesty, that food is spoiling.
That is why it was not sent to the army.
Then you must hurry.
What an excellent idea, Your Majesty.
Look at the stitching on that one.
Don't they look glorious?
Not so glorious as you.
Who is that?
Raoul, the son of Athos.
Francois, your taste may run to young soldiers,
but I was referring to the beauty next to him.
(soft chuckling)
Her name is Christine.
(trumpets blaring)
(lively regal music)
[D'Artagnan] Majesty.
What is it now, D'Artagnan?
Assassins falling from the skies?
The plans for the pig chase were not revealed to me.
D'Artagnan, look at the faces of these men,
how they admire and fear you.
With the great D'Artagnan watching over me,
who in France would be possibly such a fool
as to try and do me harm?
A fool's blade can be sharper than his brain.
Let us play a game.
Let us pretend as if I am king,
and you are the captain of my Musketeers.
Let us behave as if my wish is law,
and my wish, D'Artagnan,
is to enjoy this party as should you.
Ladies.
(dramatic music)
Christine, ever since I arrived...
Monsieur, mademoiselle?
No, thank you.
Christine.
[D'Artagnan] Raoul.
D'Artagnan.
Captain, may I present Christine Belfort.
Enchante'.
D'Artagnan is my father's best friend.
I am honored that you have granted my request
for a commission in the Musketeers,
that I may follow my father and you.
The honor is mine, Raoul.
One for all.
And all for one.
Christine.
I love you.
And I love you, Raoul.
I'll never be a rich man,
but you'll always have my heart.
Then I am richer than the king.
Then I have something to give you
that once belonged to my mother.
(pig squealing)
We offer a contest of cunning and agility.
Behold our unicorn.
Whoever captures our unicorn shall win its treasure.
(crowd gasping)
Now, to the chase.
I command you all!
The pendant will be yours.
(light playful music)
(guesting speaking energetically)
(pig squealing)
(dramatic music)
Christine, isn't it?
I would've thought it was impossible,
but I do believe the excitement of this chase
has made you even more beautiful.
Sire, I thank you.
You blush.
You do not wish to look beautiful for your king?
No, sire.
I mean, yes, yes.
Of course, sire.
I mean that, you are...
It's all right.
I understand that you're not
accustomed to these surroundings,
but that is a condition we can happily remedy.
One such as you would fit nicely as a lady-in-waiting.
His Majesty is very, very kind,
but I'm engaged to Raoul,
or will be when he manages to ask me.
You would choose a soldier,
a soldier who has not yet proposed, above a king?
I could only be faithful to my heart.
But how faithful is that heart to you?
(pig grunting)
(pig squealing)
Wait, Christine.
(ominous music)
- Christine. - Raoul.
Feed your people.
Jesuits.
Get me a general.
(dark dramatic music)
(loud banging)
[Prisoner] Food.
(gentle music)
(footsteps approaching)
Her Majesty wishes a word with you.
[D'Artagnan] Your Majesty.
I understand you saved my son's life today.
God smiled upon us, Your Majesty.
And you are not hurt?
No, my lady.
[Anne] That is good.
Captain.
Raoul, son of Athos,
had withdrawn his request to join the Musketeers.
(soft violin music)
D'Artagnan
You have improved.
It's been so long.
So it has, my friend.
What's the occasion?
As you say, it's been too long.
When the great D'Artagnan visits,
he must be offered the best wine.
And if the great Athos offers,
then the great D'Artagnan must drink.
I'm sorry I haven't been to see you lately, my friend.
Head of the king's bodyguards
that must keep you busy,
especially with this king.
Still, I should have come to see you more often.
I belong to the past,
when the uniforms were black and grown men wore them.
At least it gives you more time to practice your violin.
And feel sorry for myself.
My son is grown.
He's proposed to a wonderful girl.
He's joined the Musketeers.
All the errors of my life are made right in him.
And now, for the life I've always wished him,
he's leaving my home.
Athos. (door creaking closed)
Ah, out celebrating all night.
Raoul, look who's come to visit.
What's the matter?
I cannot risk making her a widow
just as I ask to make her a wife.
I've been recalled to my regiment.
But that makes no sense.
You've already served at the front.
Has there been some disaster?
Has everyone else been recalled?
I believe that the king's eye has fallen on Christine.
It's true the king has noticed her,
but I don't think it has anything to do with Raoul.
It has everything to do with it.
The king is a dog.
- Athos. - A dog and a coward.
But I am neither, and so I go.
Raoul.
D'Artagnan, does the king have trouble finding women?
Does he have trouble filling his bed?
I served his father.
Until I retired, I served him.
And now to seduce a woman,
who will mean nothing to him once he has had her,
he would put my son's life in danger?
You knew this was happening.
You knew, and that's why you came!
I knew your temper.
You came to restrain me?
I came to bring you hope.
I will speak to the king personally.
I have not yet lost faith that he may
become the king we all wish him to be.
You don't know what it's like to have a son,
to have kissed his hair and smelled his breath as he slept,
to have watched him grow.
Yes, fatherhood is a blessing.
I can only imagine.
D'Artagnan, I have never known a finer man than you,
nor cared more for a friend.
But if this king harms my son merely to take a lover,
then this king will become my enemy,
and so will any man that stands between that enemy and me.
Then I must hurry
for I treasure your son
as I treasure you.
(dramatic music)
[Soldier] Make way!
That's it.
Guard the gate.
Captain.
The people are saying the food
the king ordered us to distribute is rotten.
They're attacking Musketeers all over the city.
(citizens yelling)
Get the gate!
(citizens yelling)
(gun firing)
We'll fire a volley into them.
No.
Close the gates.
Do not fire.
(crowd yelling)
It's D'Artagnan.
Citizens of Paris, listen to me.
I am one of you.
We're starving!
They give us garbage not even fit for rats!
(crowd yelling angrily)
Listen to me.
Listen to me, I beg you!
(ominous music)
You're right.
It is rotten.
I will speak to the king myself.
You have my word on it.
(dramatic music)
And you will release those men,
for they serve France and you.
(dramatic music)
(heavy moaning)
Louis, you were right.
A woman has never known love
until she has known the love of a king.
I'm hungry.
I'll have some food brought.
Oh, I like to eat alone.
By the way, you'll be leaving tomorrow.
D'Artagnan, these passageways
were made for the king's security
not so you can startle me to death.
It is for your security that I've come, Your Majesty.
Well, I already know about the rioting.
Your people are most anxious to love you,
but they are eating rotten food and sometimes none at all.
Rotten food?
Well, I'll deal with that decisively.
There is another matter of a more
personal nature, Your Majesty.
You are constantly surrounded by beautiful women.
Do you love any of them?
Quite frequently, actually.
And they love you?
How do you know that when a woman gives you
her most intimate embrace, that it is you
and not your crown that she pulls to her heart?
You think my affairs are empty.
I think that it is possible for one man
to love one woman all his life
and be the better for it, yes.
You may be right.
Perhaps I haven't met a woman
with a heart like my own until recently.
Would that be Christine?
It is good that you watch me, D'Artagnan
but I fear you watch me too closely.
Did you send Raoul to the war,
so that you could be free to pursue her?
Do you question my honor?
No, I do not question your honor.
It's you I care about.
Raoul will return soon.
You have my word.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
D'Artagnan.
I am a young king,
but I am king.
Then be a good king, Your Majesty.
You're the new chief advisor.
Execute him for distributing rotten food.
And the next time there are rioters, shoot them.
(dark dramatic music)
Over there.
Wait.
Please take this to the royal dispatchers.
(somber patriotic music)
(soldiers yelling)
(cannon firing)
(somber music)
(mother coughing)
I'll get you some water in a moment, mother.
His Majesty regrets to inform you
that Raoul, son of Athos,
has been killed in action.
(loud wailing)
(tense dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Sir, a casualty report came.
Does Athos know of this?
Athos, my friend.
(suspenseful music)
Stop there, you traitor!
Athos, listen to me!
The cannons killed Raoul.
Do not add your own death to this tragedy.
I beg you.
Get back.
You're the traitor.
(chilling dramatic music)
See to the wounded.
(gentle music)
Does your new apartment suit you?
Sire, when you sent for me after the news of Raoul,
I just came to ask for your help.
I have no way to feed my family.
My father is dead and my mother has...
A sickness of the lungs.
And your sister has early signs of the condition.
But my physician has seen them both and is optimistic.
They will recover well at my country estate.
Oh, Your Majesty.
I know this day for you the
the Earth has spun 'round more than once,
and you must still feel it spinning.
Let us sit at a quiet dinner
and see if we may not bring it to a pause.
Listen to me.
You've lost someone dear to your heart,
and I have no desire for you to sit here
trying to turn that heart to stone.
I only ask you this.
That whatever you feel tonight
you allow yourself to share it openly with me.
To good health.
(dramatic music)
You are so beautiful.
(tender music)
I cannot do this.
Christine,
I hope you know that there is more of me to love
than a crown.
Of all the wonders I have seen,
I've never looked upon anything as beautiful as you.
(dramatic music)
[Porthos] Aramis, is this the way to hell?
Hell may be our destination, but not this trip.
A tomb.
We are in a tomb?
(door creaking open)
The secrecy is regrettable, but necessary.
Please, sit.
When we were young men
and we saw injustice, we fought it.
Now we know that some problems
cannot be solved with a sword.
And some can't be settled without one.
Here is the problem at hand.
The Jesuits oppose Louis' wars
and the starvation that results.
So, Louis has ordered me
to discover the true identity
of the general of the Jesuit order
and to kill him.
You should let the secret general worry about that.
Problem is that
I am he.
I am the general of the Order of Jesuits.
(tense dramatic music)
What do you propose to do?
Replace the king.
I cannot listen to this.
It can't be done.
It can.
I know the way.
I am with you.
So am I.
No.
I need you.
All for one, one for all.
You cannot ask me to betray my king.
I've sworn an oath.
When a king is dishonorable,
you are removed from your oath of honor.
An oath is an oath precisely
because it cannot be removed.
Why do you follow him, D'Artagnan, why?
What we fought for is greater
than king or rank or reward!
What do you fight for now?
I fight for the belief that
every man can be better, even Louis.
Whatever the plan, I am with you.
The next time we meet, one of us will die.
[Porthos] Athos, wait.
D'Artagnan,
even were I not a priest,
I could see that your heart carries a secret weight,
and that it is hurting you to bear it alone.
I cannot betray my king.
I will defend him with my life.
Then God go with you
for none of us will.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps approaching)
I understand that there was an
incident at the Musketeer's gate
where a man came intent on killing me.
Is it our policy now to allow
would-be assassins to go free, D'Artagnan?
What he wished to kill was his own pain.
His son is dead.
I can think of nothing worse.
What about losing your king?
Well, that depends on the king.
When I became a Musketeer,
I was told that each time I drew my sword
I should consider not what I was killing,
but what I was allowing to live.
Do you know who told me that?
Athos.
Now if he has become our enemy,
we should ask ourselves why.
Well, Athos is gone.
Porthos and Aramis are missing too.
You know them better than anyone.
Are they a threat to me?
If they are a threat,
then we need not seek them out.
They will find us.
Not if you find them first.
(waves roaring thunderously)
(dramatic music)
(dark dramatic music)
Who is this, then?
(man speaking in foreign language)
He says he's a replacement.
(men speaking in foreign language)
He says it's only one day a month
when the prisoner gets confession.
The usual priest is too sick to move.
(man speaking in foreign language)
(man in foreign language)
(man speaking in foreign language)
It is my confession day.
I'm sorry, you've never seen me before.
I must shock you.
I'm a friend.
I'm here to help you.
What are you doing?
It is an escape.
Your escape to freedom.
(tense music)
Who is this?
He is you.
Senor, excuse me, excuse me, senor.
Hey, senor, excuse me.
(speaking in foreign language)
Says he just fell stone dead
as he was reading him the Mass.
[Chief Guard] Never thought he'd last this long.
How could he just keel over?
(speaking in foreign language)
He says the prisoner has a fever
just like the other priest.
Plague.
Plague!
They brought plague in here.
Get him out of here!
Get him out of here.
(speaking in foreign language)
No last rites, get away!
We could chisel it off
and see who he was.
No one will ever know.
(speaking in foreign language)
He says burn it, or we'll all get plague.
I think he's right.
Don't touch me!
Get out.
Stay back he's got plague!
Stay back.
Get out!
Hurry, hurry up.
(speaking in foreign language)
(dramatic music)
Get away.
Go, go, go away, hurry.
Hurry.
Okay.
My god.
(birds chirping)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic chord striking)
(hooves clopping)
(horse neighing)
Whoa.
[Aramis] Jesuits they're mine.
(dramatic chord striking)
(metal clanking) (man groaning)
(man breathing heavily)
(metal banging)
(deep groaning)
(gentle music)
(loud thud)
Here.
Drink.
It's all right.
I have waited six years
to ask this question.
Why was this done to me?
You don't know?
What do you remember?
I lived in a country house.
I had guardians, an old woman and a priest
but no friends.
Then they came and took me to the prison.
Who came?
A man in black.
I never saw his face.
But he took me to the prison,
and he put me into the mask.
And you don't know why?
For days I shouted, "What have I done?"
Then I realized that there was something about my face,
which had to be hidden,
but I never knew what it was.
What is your name?
The old woman called me Philippe.
Philippe.
These men are going to help clean you up.
They won't harm you.
Thank you.
Thank you for your kindness.
And why are you so glum?
I expected action.
There was no killing.
There was no fighting.
I was useless.
Porthos, I grow tired of this attitude.
You're surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger.
What more could a man want?
Look around you.
The robins are singing.
The pigeons are cooing.
Can't you listen to their song?
There's plenty of food in the country.
It's just Louis sends it all to the army.
I have no appetite for food.
I'm wasting away.
Even women don't interest me anymore.
No, say goodbye to Porthos for he is gone.
Who is he?
You seek facts where you should be seeking the truth.
You're not my priest, Aramis.
You would not be, even if I had one.
That's bitter.
The loss of Raoul
and of D'Artagnan
who you held as a brother, and now you hate.
What gives you the right to judge me
and to play God with the lives of others?
Is it because you're so much holier than everyone else?
Well, yes, there is that, but also because
I'm more intelligent than anybody else.
(Porthos groaning loudly)
[Athos] What is it?
Kidney stones.
It hurts when I piss.
It hurts when I shit.
I'm just a fat old fart
with nothing to live for anymore.
I'm going to hang myself as soon as I'm sober.
Come on.
Aramis.
He's ready.
The greatest mystery of life is who we truly are.
Yes.
Now I'm going to tell you the secret
that has been kept from you
for the whole of your whole life.
It began the night King Louis was born.
I remember that night.
D'Artagnan, Athos, and I were dining.
D'Artagnan was dead drunk.
The only time I've ever seen him like that.
But I was on duty.
I was summoned to a rear door of the palace
where the queen's own priest placed a baby in my arms.
Do you understand this, Athos?
It confuses me.
The queen had given birth to twins that night,
and the child I carried was the younger of the two.
(queen screaming)
(baby crying)
[Man] Another.
It's another.
(baby crying)
Suddenly, the old king discovered he had two heirs.
He'd seen enough kingdoms torn apart by feuding brothers,
so he decided, for the sake of peace,
to make one of them disappear.
You, Philippe.
He ordered your true identity kept from you.
On his deathbed, he revealed your existence
to Louis and your mother.
She had been told by her own priest
that you had died at birth.
She blamed herself for ever believing it,
and she wished to restore your birthright.
But now Louis was king.
(dramatic chord striking) He was afraid to kill you.
For his whole claim of power
rested on the sanctity of royal blood.
So, instead, he devised a way to keep you forever hidden.
For my country,
for my king,
I bought peace
with your life
and with my soul.
One day I will ask for your forgiveness,
but not until I have restored you to what is yours.
Restored?
We will replace Louis with Philippe.
That is your plan?
Exchanging one for the other?
It's ludicrous!
I can assure you it's brilliant.
What did you imagine we were up to?
Revolution!
Open war!
Blood in the streets.
At least it's a change.
Physical resemblance is but a beginning.
Louis has an arrogance, a manner.
[Aramis] Which can be adopted.
And people close to him.
Do you imagine I've not considered that?
That I have not considered everything?
Have you considered that it is
not only our lives that you risk?
It is Philippe's as well.
Yes, and like us, he has a choice.
What about it, Philippe?
(dramatic music)
All those years in prison.
Were they for nothing?
Or have they given you reserves
of strength unlike ordinary men?
You have the chance to be a king
if you have the heart to take that chance.
Do you have that heart?
Do you?
(soft stammering)
(powerful dramatic music)
Do you?
Your Majesty, a box has arrived
with strict instructions that its
contents are for your eyes alone.
Take this to my mother.
(dark dramatic music)
(bells tolling)
My son.
(heavy sobbing)
Please forgive me.
I can never make it right.
[D'Artagnan] My lady.
D'Artagnan.
No.
No, if anyone sees, it is death.
If I don't kiss you, I'll die anyway.
I cannot bear to see you cry.
Please.
Tell me what's wrong.
Anne,
I know that to love you is a treason against France,
but not to love you is a treason against my heart.
Then we will both die traitors, D'Artagnan.
More wine!
More wine.
How is he, hmm?
Exhausted.
He's had a long day.
- Aramis. - More wine!
You must reconsider this plan.
Philippe is like a child.
He cannot possibly be ready.
You can do it.
- No, I can't. - Yes, you can.
In one year, maybe two.
Three weeks.
The king is having a ball, a masquerade ball.
A swirl of people, their faces covered,
it is our perfect opportunity and maybe the only one.
Philippe could be discovered at any time, and what then?
More wine!
Where is everybody?
(women moaning)
No, it's no use.
My sword is bent.
It'll be all right.
You're just taking a while to get started.
I can make your sword straight.
No, it's dead.
It's dead.
I'm useless.
Useless.
Three weeks to learn all that he must know?
For 16 years he was educated as a gentleman.
Yes, and for six more,
he lived in that mask, not knowing why.
Now he knows that those who should have loved him
tore him from his birthright,
and threw him into loneliness and pain.
You grow fond of him, that's good.
Do not play God with me, Aramis.
Nothing can replace Raoul.
What is Porthos doing?
Walking into the barn naked, or so it would seem.
[Athos] But what is he doing?
About to hang himself, I should think.
He's been threatening to do it for months.
Hang himself?
(speaking in foreign language)
A sign from God.
If Porthos is determined to end his life,
then he's bound to find the opportunity, isn't he?
Good-bye, cruel world.
Farewell to useless Porthos.
(loud banging)
What was that?
It's all right I sawed the beam.
I'm a genius, not an engineer.
[Woman] Is he still there?
Aramis, you did this!
(women laughing) You knew
I would try hanging myself,
and you sawed the beam!
Admit it!
- Of course, I knew.
You've been moping around for months.
Maybe now you got the idea of
killing yourself out of your head,
you can stop boring everybody
and be useful for a change.
Well.
And put some clothes on.
Well, okay.
(dramatic music)
I've worn this mask so long,
I don't feel safe without it.
I will sit with you.
I can't sleep either.
(soft dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
I've been in prison for six years.
You freed me.
But now you're asking me to enter another prison.
The palace is hardly a prison.
See those farm maids working there?
See the one holding the lamb?
I would tend lambs with her for the rest of my life.
We're offering you a chance to be king.
No.
You're offering me a chance to pretend to be king.
A king that you hate.
Not everyone hates him.
Don't you?
Why should I become him?
Until you give me a reason, I won't do it.
I cannot.
We're all God's instruments,
whether we like it or not.
All we can do is to keep faith.
Even though I admit I sometimes find that hard to do.
We all fail at faith, Aramis, you know?
That's why we must eat, drink, and make love to life.
As king, if you like plow maids you can have a thousand.
- Porthos. - Huh?
You missed the point.
What point?
Philippe is right.
We haven't given him a reason to do what we ask of him.
I understand your reason, Athos.
You understand my reason?
Porthos told me about your son.
And you think that's why I'm here?
Yes, Raoul is my reason,
but not in the way you think.
Once I, once all of us believed in spending our lives
in the service of something greater than ourselves.
Aramis had his faith.
Porthos, his lust for life.
D'Artagnan, his devotion.
And I had Raoul.
But we all had a common dream
that one day we would finally be able
to serve a king worthy of the throne.
It is what we dreamt,
what we bled for,
and what we have spent a lifetime waiting to see.
I taught Raoul to believe in that dream,
and now my son is dead.
So, I am here to find out if his life was in vain.
And the only one who can answer that question is you.
(dramatic music)
Athos, if we fail in this attempt,
and we probably will,
I'll be honored to die beside you.
And you.
(powerful dramatic music)
(gentle music)
This has arrived for you.
[Raoul] My darling Christine,
in parting from you, I have left heaven for hell.
I go because I can love you only in honor.
You've created in me the need to be a better man.
I will love through heaven or hell,
if that is where I must go,
to love you as you should be loved.
Remember that and give yourself no blame.
Yours forever, Raoul.
(somber music)
What's wrong?
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
I received a letter from Raoul.
He sent it to the palace
knowing that he would die,
and I would be here.
How would he know that?
I can't guess what he was thinking.
He was irrational.
I ordered him placed far from the fighting, but
he plunged in against my wishes.
He forgives me for all that he knew I would do.
But can I forgive myself?
Forgive?
I loved him, Louie.
I love him still.
Still.
And in pretending to love you, I do something awful.
You pretend.
I have sinned against love
and God for the sake of your mercy,
which you would not have given without my sin.
I will burn in hell.
So will you.
No, no, no, no.
No, my love.
You will burn in hell.
I will not.
For I am king
ordained by God!
(dramatic music)
(carriage wheels squeaking)
(horse neighing)
[Aramis] Come on, come on, we have no time!
Girl, my bag!
Where are you going?
Paris, there's still much to be done.
I'll be gone for a few days.
Make sure everything is ready for when I get back.
You want me to do the impossible,
and you want me to do it alone?
I offer you the perfect solution,
a revolution without bloodshed,
without loss of life, even without treason.
For he, too, is the son of a king, thank you.
But I can't get him ready.
We'll never have time.
The urgency is not my choice.
Instead of distributing the food as he promised,
Louis has ordered that all rioters be shot.
Go on, and can you imagine what will happen
when the starving people of Paris hear about his new ball?
This is not for me, Athos.
This is for everything we once were and might be again.
(dramatic music)
Hiya.
Thank you, Father.
The ball has been brought forward for tomorrow night.
[Porthos] Tomorrow, why?
The king is unhappy with his mistress
and seeks revelry to lift his spirits.
But I cannot be ready unless my tailors work all night.
Saddle my horse!
(dramatic music)
(men and women laughing)
The brothel is closed for the night!
Everybody, out, except the ladies!
Out!
Closed?
We came here...
You must go somewhere else tonight!
Out!
Ladies, I need you to finish my clothes.
You're making for me.
We'll go and we'll take your money with us.
Come on, old man quickly!
Old, you try to rob me because you think me old?
Let's see if you rob somebody with you pistol there!
Out!
Out everybody, out!
Out, eh, out!
Get out!
Porthos, I finished this for you.
(chuckling) I love Paris.
I love life.
And I love you, ladies.
Now get busy.
Except for you.
(Porthos chuckling)
No, wait.
With a king it is so.
Servants have touched the goblet of the king,
therefore, he will touch it as little as possible.
Again.
I'm sorry.
- No. - I didn't.
No, do not be sorry.
There are no mistakes when you are the king.
You must never apologize.
The king cares for nothing and for no one.
Is that the kind of king you wish me to be?
Or do you say this to me because your son is dead?
Forgive me, I would never mean to disrespect.
I'm not angry with you.
Do you understand?
Good.
Now, of course, we wish you to be a good king.
But first you must pass as Louis,
and Louis is cold and cruel.
The eyes of this king say that he cares
for nothing at all but himself.
Your eyes ask too much.
You shouldn't care about me.
You shouldn't care.
You mustn't ask about my son.
(door creaking closed)
[Anne] Bless me, father, for I have sinned.
And so have.
Aramis.
Your Majesty.
I have come to ask you whether you believe
that just as one lie can destroy a life,
so one truth can put it together again?
I have prayed every day for such a miracle.
And I have prayed every day for forgiveness.
But now I know that forgiveness must first come from you
before it can come from God.
For it was I who took the second
of your twin sons away from you.
And I was never brave enough to find the truth
when I was told one lie after another.
I have raised a son who destroys lives
instead of saving them.
And I have failed to save a son
who died within an iron mask.
No, that mask was the creation of Louis.
But now God and we have the chance to make a miracle
that could strip all masks away forever.
These rooms are yours.
Through this corridor and up the stairway
or through this secret passageway to the floor above
are the rooms of your mistress, Christine.
And whose rooms are these?
These rooms are your mother's.
My mother's?
(dramatic music)
Change the horses!
Clear out everything!
Now!
[Aramis] Remember, Philippe,
nobility is born in the heart.
[Porthos] Make love as if you don't care,
and fart whenever you wish.
[Athos] Hold your goblet with two fingers.
Remember all you have to do is get through tonight.
Smile and nod a lot.
If you get stuck just wave and announce continue.
[Aramis] In the morning, you order that
Athos, Porthos, and Aramis be brought to the palace
as your advisors and all will be well.
(lively dance music)
D'Artagnan watches everything.
We have to be lucky.
We make our own luck tonight, if Philippe holds up.
[Athos] Relax, Philippe, you're doing well.
My brother.
(dramatic chord striking)
What is wrong, Your Majesty?
Nothing.
Carry on.
(dramatic chord striking)
Did you see that?
See what, Your Majesty?
A mask, I distinctly saw a mask.
Well, the ballroom is full of masks, Your Majesty.
(lively ballroom music)
(dramatic chord striking)
(faintly ghostly laughter)
(heavy panting)
(dramatic chords striking)
Your Majesty.
Carry on, everyone.
[Guest] Is he all right?
[Aramis] To the passageway.
(heavy panting)
Your Majesty.
(ominous music)
It's judgment day.
(lively ballroom music)
(gentle music)
Don't look so shocked, Philippe.
Philippe, why do you call me Philippe?
[Porthos] We have a prison for you.
D'Artagnan guards the hallway.
You must go back the way we came.
Time to go, Your Majesty.
You know the way.
(gentle dramatic music)
You have the heart of a king.
(lively ballroom music)
(dramatic music)
Continue.
(lively dance music)
[Guest] Your Majesty.
[Waiter] Some refreshments, Your Majesty?
(guests whispering softly)
The Queen Mother!
(tender music)
God bless the king and the Queen Mother!
[Crowd] God bless the king and the Queen Mother!
[Announcer] God bless the king and the Queen Mother!
[Crowd] God bless the king and the Queen Mother!
[Aramis] Porthos.
(lively ballroom music)
I'll retire now.
Wait two dances then withdraw to your room
and spend the night in safety.
We have much to talk about
and have the rest of our lives to do it.
Good night.
Mother.
Good night.
My son.
Anne.
What.
Tomorrow.
How long has the king been back?
Some while, Captain.
Murderer!
Christine.
I wrote to the front under your seal.
I wrote as you demanding to know
why the general disregarded the order
to keep Raoul out of danger.
He writes back.
"But, Your Majesty, your last letter ordered me
"to place him at the vanguard of the assault
"just in front of the cannon."
- Guards! - You killed Raoul!
You killed Raoul.
Take your hands off of her.
- Let me go! - You're hurting her!
(tender music)
However I have wronged you, I will make amends.
Take her to her room.
Deploy the Musketeers.
Guard all the passages.
Continue.
(soft dance music)
We have an emergency of security, Your Majesty.
I must ask you to accompany me.
Not now the ball, my guests.
(tense dramatic music)
I insist, Your Majesty.
Yes, certainly.
(suspenseful music)
(men screaming)
They've raised the alarm!
They'll try to cut us off.
Reverse the flow!
(dramatic music)
I am Porthos!
(men cheering)
And I fight the king!
Come on!
Porthos!
Everyone, pump!
Stop them before they reach the river!
(dramatic music)
Pull them back!
This man is an impostor.
This is the impostor.
Pull them back!
Get in the boat, Your Majesty.
Open the gate.
Open the gate!
Open the gate.
I'm sorry I failed you.
We failed you.
Stop!
You take my king,
and I shall take yours.
(suspenseful music)
Catch him!
Get them!
Seize him!
Get them!
Seize him!
Stop talking, stay back!
Seize him!
Seize them at once!
(suspenseful music)
(men grunting)
Philippe!
Seize them!
Seize him!
Philippe.
[Guard] Hold onto him!
Hold onto him!
Athos!
(dramatic music)
I was told this impostor was dead.
You knew?
You knew there was a man of such resemblance?
He is my brother.
Brother?
My twin.
My blood.
A fact which has kept him alive, until now.
(loud bang)
Philippe.
Louie.
Please.
You were a part of this too, mother!
He's your brother!
I love you both!
Your love has meant nothing to either of us!
It has meant something to me.
Your Majesty, listen to me.
Listen to me.
Never once have I asked anything for myself.
I ask you now spare the life of this man,
this prisoner, your brother.
You have no right to ask me this!
Your Majesty, every day of your life
I have watched over you.
I have bled for you.
I have prayed every day to see you
become greater than your office, better than the law.
Please show me what my faith
and my blood have purchased.
Show mercy.
And you take the side of traitors.
Of this one, worst of all,
my own brother who's tried to do this to me!
And what have you done to him?
For one moment I thought you had
become the king I always hoped you'd be.
Please, my lord, may I speak?
I beg that you kill me.
I release you from any sin in taking my life.
In fact, I pray that God reward you for your mercy to do it.
But please do not, I beg you
return me to the prison where I have lived for so long.
D'Artagnan, you will hunt down Porthos,
Athos, and Aramis and bring me their heads,
or I will have yours.
And as for you, my brother,
back to the prison you shall go
and into the mask you hate.
- Louie, no. - Wear it until you love it!
And die in it.
(somber music)
Anne.
There were two?
Not one, but two?
I couldn't tell you.
You had enough to bear.
Anne, I have loved you always.
None but you.
No matter what happens
I pray you remember that.
(Christine screaming)
Christine's room.
(dark dramatic music)
Where is she?
(suspenseful chord striking)
(dramatic music)
Get rid of it.
Where are you taking me?
Why?
No!
(tense music)
Where are you taking me?
Please, no!
No, no!
No!
No, no, no!
(Philippe screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Philippe sobbing)
It has been done as you ordered, Your Majesty.
When D'Artagnan returns, watch him.
And when he leaves again, you tell me.
Your Majesty.
[Soldier] Nothing down here, sir.
Try this way.
[D'Artagnan] Philippe has been moved
to the lower dungeon of the Bastille.
At midnight tonight I will order the guard changed,
and will delay the replacements for 10 minutes.
One for all, all for one, D'Artagnan.
It is a trap, but we have no choice.
If Philippe is in the Bastille,
then to the Bastille we will go.
I'd rather die covered in blood
than an old man lying in my own piss.
Our old uniforms from our days of glory.
I was saving them so that we could wear them in death.
And so we shall!
(dramatic music)
Open up we have a prisoner.
[Guard] Take him down to level three.
The captain will see to the document.
It worked.
It's a prison, of course, it's no trouble getting in.
The problems will come when we wanna get out.
(bells tolling)
It's midnight we have 10 minutes.
(horse neighing)
(warm tender music)
(dramatic music)
Down there.
Is this what you're looking for?
The key.
No.
Remember this?
Don't look so sad.
There's nothing left of him anyway.
He's just a sniveling, drooling.
I knew you would come for me.
We feared the mask would destroy you.
I wear the mask.
It does not wear me.
(dramatic music)
The courtyard is blocked.
He lies.
He's here to trap us.
See for yourselves.
All that you have suffered,
I would gladly have borne myself to keep it from you.
[Andre] You men, to the east gate.
D'Artagnan is right.
The courtyard is filling with soldiers.
This way.
Don't stop till you reach the river.
If we go this way, they'll know you helped us.
That doesn't matter now.
Go.
(horse neighing)
Fire!
[Soldier] Get that door!
Crossbeam.
Trapped.
Charge them!
Spare their lives, if you can.
(soldiers yelling)
(men grunting)
(swords clanking)
[Porthos] Draw blood!
(suspenseful music)
Cowards, 20 men run from four?
The corridor nullifies our number.
No one has the stomach to fight the captain.
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(suspenseful music)
Charge!
[Soldier] Give me one now. give me one.
(suspenseful music)
D'Artagnan,
I am not angry with you.
I knew you would lead me to them, and so you have.
Lay down your sword, and I will not punish you.
I will let you retire in peace,
and I will give your friends a swift execution
if you surrender now!
Perhaps you should take his offer.
We're dead anyway.
He's right, D'Artagnan.
Wait, bargain me to Louis for all your lives.
You've done your best.
Please, let me go.
(dramatic music)
No.
I cannot do it.
Even if I could give up my king,
I could never give up my son.
Your son?
I loved your mother.
I love her still.
You are my son.
I never knew you existed.
And I never felt pride as a father
until this moment.
(loud banging)
D'Artagnan,
they're young Musketeers.
They've been weaned on our legends.
They revere us.
It is an advantage.
Yes.
Why don't we charge them?
I trained these men.
They will fight to the death.
But if we must die,
if we must die,
let it be like this.
One for all, all for one.
(powerful dramatic music)
(loud screaming)
(powerful dramatic music)
Shoot.
Magnificent valor.
Shoot them.
Fire!
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(loud screaming)
- D'Artagnan. - D'Artagnan.
Get off me.
Get off me!
Philippe.
He is your brother.
Brother?
Outside all of you.
You're sworn to silence.
[Philippe] Get this off me!
Get this off me!
Forgive me.
All my life
this is the death I've always wanted.
All for one, one for
You were the one in the mask.
(somber flute music)
(heavy sobbing)
All my life
all I ever wanted to be was him.
We have recaptured the prisoner.
[Louie] No, I am the.
You will put this madman
where no one can hear his insanity.
Let him be fed by a deaf mute but feed him well,
and let him find redemption in wearing
the pains he has placed on others.
Take him.
(Louie grunting)
[Soldier] And them?
They are my royal council and truest friends.
(powerful dramatic music)
(gentle music)
(speaking in foreign language)
[Aramis] Amen.
He was the best of us all.
(soft flute music)
(horse neighing)
Athos.
After all you have done, I must ask you one more service.
Let me love you like a son to a father,
and I pray you live for this
to love me like your son.
(dramatic music)
Musketeers!
Salute!
[Group] One for all, all for one.
(powerful dramatic music)
[Narrator] The prisoner in the iron mask was never found.
It was whispered among his jailers
that he received a royal pardon
and was taken to the country where he lived quietly
visited often by the queen.
The king known as Louis XIV
brought his people food, prosperity, and peace
and is remembered as the greatest ruler
in the history of his nation.
(powerful dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(riveting dramatic music)
(lively dance music)
(gentle music)
(light playful music)
(soft flute music)
(gentle music)
(lion roaring)