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: Perhaps you should take his offer. We're dead anyway. Porthos
: He's right, D'Artagnan. Phillippe
: Wait. Bargain me to Louis for all your lives. You've done your best. Please let me go. D'Artagnan
: No, I cannot do it. Even if I could give up my king, I could never give up my son.
[they all look at him, thunderstruck
: Your son? D'Artagnan
: 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.
: What is Porthos doing? Aramis
: Walking into the barn naked, or so it would seem. Athos
: But what is he doing? Aramis
: About to hang himself, I suppose; he's been threatening to do it for months. Athos
: Hang himself?
: The King has ordered me to seek out the secret general of the Jesuits and kill him. Porthos
: You should let the secret general worry about that. Aramis
: Therein is the problem. I am he. I am the general of the order of Jesuits.
: If Porthos is determined to end his life, he's bound to seek the opportunity, isn't he?
: Aramis, is this the way to hell? Aramis
: Hell may be our destination, but not this trip.
: You grow fond of him. That is good.
: Why are you so glum? Porthos
: I expected action. There was no fighting, there was no killing. I was useless. Aramis
: Porthos, I grow tired of this attitude. You're surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger. What more can a man want? The robins are singing, the pigeons are cooing. Can't you listen to their song?
[he walks off in disgust; Porthos takes off his hat when something falls on it to reveal it's bird-dung
[the Four Musketeers and Phillipe are trapped by riflemen at the other end of the hallway
: D'Artagnan... They're young Musketeers. They've been weaned on our legends. They revere us. It is an advantage. Porthos
: Yes. Why don't we charge them? D'Artagnan
: I trained these men. They will fight to the death. But if we must die - if WE must die - let it be like this.
[He draws his sword and points it at the floor. Aramis, Porthos, and Athos, join their swords with his
: One for all. All for one.
: Aramis! Aramis
: I have come to ask whether you believe that just as one lie can destroy a life, so one truth can make it whole again. Queen Anne
: I have prayed every day for such a miracle.
: When I discover the identity of this Jesuit rebel, I will kill both him and the man who told me.
: I have prayed every day for forgiveness. But now I realize that forgiveness must come from you before it can come from God.
: Is that just because you are holier than everybody else? Aramis
: Well, there is that, but also because I'm more intelligent than everybody else.
: We are offering you the chance to be King. Phillippe
: No, you are offering me the chance to pretend to be King.
: You are surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger, what more can a man want?
: What gives you the right to judge me, to play God with the lives of others? Is it because you're so much holier than everyone else? Aramis
: Well yes, there is that. But also because I'm more intelligent than anybody else.
: Sometimes there are more important things in life than a good pair of tits. Porthos
: Really? If you can name me one thing that is more sublime than the feel of a plump, pink nipple between my lips, I'll build you a new cathedral. Aramis
: Forgiveness... Porthos
: There... i am i forgiven? Come on... am i forgiven?
[play fight ensures between them
: Bless me Father, for I have sinned. Aramis
: So have I.
: I'm a genius, not an engineer.
: [he puts the rope around his neck and prepares to jump
] Farewell cruel world... farewell to useless Porthos.
: [Aramis and Athos are watching the building from the outside
] What was that? Aramis
: It's all right; I sawed the beam.
[the building promptly collapses, and Athos stares at Aramis in disbelief
: Well, I'm a genius, not an engineer!
: What is Porthos doing? Aramis
: Walking into the barn naked, or so it would seem.
: Athos, if we fail in this - and we probably will - it will be an honor to die beside you.
: [a naked Porthos has tried to hang himself but failed
] Aramis! You sawed the beam! You knew I would I try to hang myself and you sawed the beam! Admit it. Admit it! Aramis
: Of course I knew! And now that you've got the idea of killing yourself out of your head you can stop boring everyone and be useful for a change. And put some clothes on!
: Porthos... don't you understand? I'm trying to PRAY! Porthos
: You're always praying!
: Stop praying and revel with me, Aramis! I need my spirits lifted. I'm old, I'm weak, my strength is gone. Aramis
: Porthos! I'm praying. Porthos
: 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.
: Is that just because you are holier than everybody else? Aramis
: Well, there is that, but also because I'm more intelegent than everybody else.
] 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 # 64389000 - The Man in the Iron Mask.
] The Man 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, often visited 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.
: [explaining to Phillippe that he's the one who put him into the mask
] For my country, for my king, I brought peace with your life and with my soul.
: You, boy, are arrogant, hot tempered and entirely too bold. I like that. Reminds me of me. Aramis
: Don't encourage him. By helping us the boy has made himself an outlaw as well. Athos
: Not if he leaves Paris right now. D'Artagnan
: I can't leave now, I just got here. Porthos
: Go home. Find a wench, raise fat babies, live a good long life. D'Artagnan
: What about the motto of the Musketeers? All for one and one for all. Athos
: Wake up boy. The Musketeers are just a dream.
[five Cardinal's guards ride up as Athos and D'Artagnan prepare to duel
: Only a fool would try and arrest us twice in one day. Jussac
: You're under arrest. Aramis
: A fool. Jussac
: Are you coming peacefully or do you intend to resist? Porthos
: Oh don't be so stupid, of course we intend to resist! Just give us a moment, all right?
[to his comrades:
: Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair. Aramis
: Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender. D'Artagnan
: Excuse me, but there's four of us. Athos
: It's not your fight. You're not a Musketeer. D'Artagnan
: I may not wear the tunic, but I believe I have the heart of a Musketeer. Porthos
: Warrior! Aramis
: Poet! Athos
: You got a name, boy? D'Artagnan
: D'Artagnan. Athos
: Athos, Porthos, Aramis. Porthos
: Pleased to meet you again. Aramis
: Pleasure. Porthos
: Everyone acquainted?
[the four whirl around and unsheathe their swords
: NOW, we are prepared to resist you!
: So what do we do now? What's next? Porthos
: Well, we protect the King. Aramis
: Protect the Queen. Porthos
: In the name of God. And France, correct? Aramis
: France indeed.
[Girard and his brothers have caught up with D'Artagnan. At the other end of the street they draw swords
: D'Artagnan! My sister's honor will not wait a moment longer. D'Artagnan
: I'll handle this. Porthos
: D'Artganan, we also protect each other. D'Artagnan
: All for one. Porthos
: And one for all.
[Girard's eyes widen
[Girard and co are pursued by all the musketeers
: As morning hues of sunswept... Aramis
: Fire! D'Artagnan
: ...fire caress your... poisoned face.
[Aramis looks pained. D'Artagnan gives up, and sweeps the bar maid into a kiss
: I declare, the boy's a natural!
: The picnic was delicious, the champagne was excellent, remind me to send the Cardinal a note. D'Artagnan
: The Cardinal! We have to hurry! Porthos
: You two have a date? D'Artagnan
: No. It's the Cardinal. He's conspiring against the king. Aramis
: Tell us something we don't know.
[after finding out his student is married
: We must pray for our sins.
[husband busts in and fires
: On second thought, God's often busy.
: Only the wrong words are waste of time. the right words can make a more lasting impression than a thousand of Porthos's kisses. Barmaid
: Not likely.
: Shakespeare? Aramis
: Aramis. Porthos
: Ah ha! The Cardinal's sacred snack chamber. Aramis
: And what have we here? Is he a man of God or a man of gold?
: Where have you been? Porthos
: Taking care of something ugly!
: I think not!
: Fear not, my son, we are with you, always... all for one...
: Ah, thank you. You broke my fall perfectly. I do apologize for the inconvenience. D'Artagnan
: Get off me! Aramis
: If there's one thing I can't abide, it's rudeness. D'Artagnan
: You fell on me! Aramis
: And I apologized for it. D'Artagnan
: Well your apology is not accepted. Aramis
: I hope your sword is as quick as your mouth. D'Artagnan
: It's quicker. Aramis
: Ah, a duel then. D'Artagnan
: A duel. Aramis
: Meet me by the Carmes-Deschaux Monastery at two o'clock. D'Artagnan
: I'll be there. Aramis
: As will I. D'Artagnan
: Three duels in one day. Hmm.
[five Cardinal's Guards arrive in an inn, two patrols of their comrades are either bound and gagged or unconscious
: What is this? Athos
: We are having a private party celebrating the demise of the Musketeers. Go away. Aramis
: Athos. Is that any way to greet our guests? Gentlemen, don't be shy, come in. Your friends have been expecting you. Jussac
: You are under arrest. Athos
: Under whose authority? Rochefort
: Mine. Aramis
: Ah. Hello again, Cyclops.
: Why's Athos sitting by himself? Aramis
: He takes his drinking very seriously. Not to worry; he'll be his usual charming self by morning.
[after dropping a group of the Cardinal's guards with a chandelier
: Did I miss anyone? Aramis
: Congratulations, Porthos. You brought down the house. Porthos
: Oh, drat. I was trying to hit Rochefort.
: The Cardinal! We have to hurry! Porthos
: You two have a date? D'Artagnan
: No, it's the Cardinal! He's conspiring against the King! Aramis
: Tell us something we don't know. D'Artagnan
: He sent a messenger with a secret treaty to a man named Buckingham. Porthos
: The Duke of Buckingham? D'Artagnan
: Do you know him? Aramis
: He rules England the way the Cardinal rules France. D'Artagnan
: There's a ship called the Persephone. It's waiting in Calais to take the messenger to England. It sails Tuesday, midnight. Porthos
: If we get that treaty, we can prove the Cardinal guilty of treason. Aramis
: Calais is over 200 leagues from here. Athos
: Is the Cardinal aware of the fact that you have this information? D'Artagnan
: How's your head D'Artagnan? D'Artagnan
: I'm beginning to wish the Cardinal *had* chopped it off. Will you stop whistling please? Porthos
: I'm not whistling. D'Artagnan
: Well somebody's whistling. Porthos
: Barmaid's kiss left him dizzy. Aramis
: I hear it too. Sounds like a... Athos
: Cannon ball! Porthos
: Oh I *hate* cannon balls.
[Aramis is unconscious after being shot at by the Cardinal, Porthos is trying to revive him
: Is he dead?
[Porthos moves the crucifix round Aramis' neck and Aramis regains consciousness violently
: Gently! Gently! Aramis
: [groans and looks at the crucifix which stopped the bullet
] See? There is a God.
: Leaving so soon? Cardinal Richelieu
: Oh you know, I abhor bloodshed Aramis
: Especially your own. Cardinal Richelieu
: Stand aside. Aramis
: You are under arrest, charged with treason. Cardinal Richelieu
: You of all people should know that the Cardinal does not answer to the laws of men. Aramis
: Then you'll answer to God. Cardinal Richelieu
: [shoots Aramis
] You first.
: The treaty outlines the Cardinal's plans to forge an alliance with Buckingham. Porthos
: No mention of the King? Aramis
: None. However, the arrangement is contingent upon a demonstration of the Cardinal's power. D'Artagnan
: Demonstration? What kind of demonstration? Aramis
: I don't know. Athos
: I know someone who does.
: Your manners have not improved yet. You're late. D'Artagnan
: You in a hurry to die? Athos
: [Porthos and Aramis arrive
] Here come the grave diggers now. Porthos
: Athos, you cannot fight this boy. Athos
: Why not? Porthos
: I'm fighting him. D'Artagnan
: Not until 1 o'clock. Aramis
: I have a duel with him too. D'Artagnan
: Not until 2 o'clock.
: [referring to the ship's deceased crew
] Dead. They're all dead! Aramis
: Not all of us.
[kicks the minion
: You will never harm another soul ever again. My promise to God. King Louis
[punches Cardinal Richelieu, knocking him into the water
: Well done, Your Majesty.
[the musketeers are being fired upon
: We'll split up... D'Artagnan rides with me. Aramis
: See you in Calais! Athos
: Or Hell!
: As morning hues of sun swept fire caress your passion face. Alone with thee in pure desire, to worship your untold grace. My soul would cry in silent prayer, for hours spent apart. Your essence warms the evening air, as I dance into your heart.
: [preparing to start a duel with Athos
] I'll be with you gentlemen in a moment. Porthos
: Oh, he's a fiesty little fellow. Aramis
: Fiesty indeed.
: [feels his cheekbone
] God! I love that in a woman. Porthos
: What, passion? Aramis
] Has anyone ever told you you've got lovely eyes? Aramis
: The captain mentioned it only this morning.
: What's the vital thing to remember in a duel? D'Artagnan
: Honour? Porthos
: [slaps the back of D'Artagnan's head
] Not getting killed. By biting, kicking, gouging, it's all good. D'Artagnan
: I was raised to fight like a gentleman. Aramis
: Were you raised to die young?
: Nothing more we can do for him. Porthos
: No point all of us getting arrested. Aramis
: He knows the musketeer motto: "Every man for himself!"
[discussing Queen Anne
: You know you were giving her the stare. Aramis
: What stare?
[Porthos glares at Aramis
: She's a very attractive woman. Porthos
: She's not a woman. She's the queen.
: [to D'Artagnan
] First I thought you were a condemned man, then a fugitive and now this! How many ways can a man think of to get himself killed?
[Constance stalks out of the room
: I think she likes you.
: Step back, please, Monsieur. Bonacieux
: This man is a wanted criminal. Athos
: I said, "Step back." Aramis
: I suggest you do as he says. Bonacieux
: Is this a threat? Porthos
: Not yet.
[Although Athos has knocked the sword from his hand and then spared his life, D'Artagnan insists on continuting their sword fight
: He said, "Enough". D'Artagnan
: Very well, I'll fight both of you. Porthos
: Three of us. Now, for God's sake, put up your sword.
: Stop fighting all of you! Is three against one fair? Athos
: We weren't going to kill him. Porthos
: Weren't we? Aramis
: Next time let us know.
: Wait for my signal. Surprise is everything,
[D'Artagnan storms out of hiding to confront the Cardinal Guard's captain
: Gaudet! Aramis
: Surprise would have been everything.
[Adele points to Aramis' various scars
] Adèle Bessett
: This? Aramis
: Stabbed in combat at the siege of Montauban, '21. Adèle Bessett
: And this one? Aramis
: Musket ball at the Ile de Re, '22. Adèle Bessett
: Poor Aramis. And this one? Aramis
: Your nails at the Luxembourg Gardens the day before yesterday.
: Cornet was a fine soldier. If he's gone missing, there's a good reason. Aramis
: Or a bad one.
: Those 'Musketeers' who attacked you - would you know any of them again? D'Artagnan
: They all wore masks... I shot one of them. Aramis
: His body might still be there at the inn. Porthos
: All right, saddle up. We're leaving. Constance
: This morning, you try and kill them, and now you're best friends? Aramis
: Athos' life is at stake. He's to be executed in the morning for crimes he didn't commit.
[Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan find Cornet's troop dead in a ravine
: They shot them like animals, then stripped them of their uniforms! Aramis
: D'Artagnan, the men who did this killed your father as well. If you want justice, help us find them and clear Athos' name.
: We're drunks, not fools.
: Do not turn your back on me, D'Artagnan, for I will fight you! D'Artagnan
: Do not fight me, Aramis, for I will kill you.
: Young Louis was given a baby crocodile from Egypt. The queen dropped it in a sewer, and it's been living off whatever it can find ever since. Porthos
: Is that true, Bonacieux? Bonacieux
: Something kept dragging the poor workers away. All we ever found were bones. Porthos
: I'm very glad you and D'Artagnan lead this little group. D'Artagnan
: Me too. Crocodiles attack from behind.
: We need more bread. Can you get some, please? Aramis
: Does he mean you or me? Athos
: Me. Aramis
: I thought I was the baker. Athos
: There's blood on your apron. You think that came from a croissant?
[the four musketeers are observing the stronghold where Cardinal Richelieu's army is entrenched
: We'll take them by surprise! D'Artagnan
: Yes... they're expecting an army... Aramis
: Oh! Perhaps we shall not disappoint them!
[to a barmaid
] Émile Bonnaire
: The tail feather of an Amazonian macaw, quite the loveliest bird in the jungle, yet not half so lovely as you. It matches your eyes perfectly. D'Artagnan
: [to Aramis
] Seduced by a feather. Really? Aramis
: Anyone can tell a woman she's beautiful. Making her believe it is where the genius lies.
[Porthos has been badly wounded protecting Bonnaire
] Will I lose my arm? Aramis
: [patting Porthos on his shoulder
] No, but you might lose your life Athos
: That bad? Aramis
: He requires needlework - and soon. Athos
: Will he make it to Paris? Aramis
: He won't make it to next village unless I get a chance to sew up that wound.
: You were the Comte de la Fere, a son of the nobility? How many servants did it take to run this place? Athos
: No more than 20, including my valet and housekeeper. Aramis
: Quite modest then? Athos
: Servants make me uncomfortable.
[speaking at Maria Bonnaire's grave
] Émile Bonnaire
: Forgive me, my love. You deserved a better man.
[Emile begins to sob
] Émile Bonnaire
: I seem to have forgotten all my old prayers. Aramis
: Nothing that suffers can pass without merit in the sight of God. Amen.
: I refuse to arrive at the palace on an ass and I'm within my rights to demand a fresh set of clothes. Porthos
: What rights? Émile Bonnaire
: The rights of every man to some fair treatment. Justice, dignity... a little dignity. Aramis
: You do know how ironic that sounds coming from a slave trader?
: You know, it strikes me that we would be better employed wringing Milady's pretty neck than shooting these poor devils of Protestants. I mean, what are we killing them for? Because they sing psalms in French and we sing them in Latin? Aramis
: Porthos, have you no education? What do you think religious wars are all about?
: [the Musketeers have captured MiLady
] As the Comte de la Fere; with the rights of high, middle and low justice, I accuse this woman of the murder of Constance de Bonacieux. How say you? Aramis
: Death. Porthos
: Death. D'Artagnan
] Death. Athos
: Death. MiLady DeWinter
: No! You have no power of justice over me! D'Artagnan! If you love me; do not let them do this! Athos
: Make one move to save her, D'Artagnan and we will cross swords; and this time, I swear I will kill you.
: [upon learning that a bottle of wine is poisoned
] I always had my doubts about the Anjou '22.
: [to D'Artagnan
] Let us rescue your mistress. It's the very least one can do for a friend. D'Artagnan
: If she can stay with the Sisters
[in a convent
: while we're at La Rochelle... Porthos
: I'm sure they'll learn a great deal from each other.
: Warm work, gentlemen. And where were the Musketeers? Aramis
: At our prayers, sir, like good Christians! Swiss Officer
: Ha! By God, sir, so was I! And with good reason. That bastion was buzzing like a beehive. Athos
: And yet you did not stay for breakfast, sir. Swiss Officer
: Neither would you. Athos
: Hmm. Will you bet on that? I'll wager you, better more I will wager you the finest dinner on this camp that my friends and I will have breakfast on that bastion, now. Swiss Officer
] Done. Done! Do you hear that, Spengler? You and I will eat that big dinner alone, I think! D'Artagnan
: What is it? What's new? Porthos
: Ah. Our good friends Athos proposes to have us killed for breakfast. Up yonder. D'Artagnan
: What? Athos
: Planchet, get me a basket, some bread, and four cold chickens. Ham, some oysters, and eight bottles of wine, now. Planchet
: Oh fine. Porthos
: And make the wine champagne. Aramis
: At breakfast? Oh my dear Porthos.
: Discretion is the better part of vanity. Porthos
: I don't understand. I know the one about valor, though I don't agree. I can't be discreet about how valiant I am, shouldn't be asked.
: [to Athos, who is about to duel D'Artagnan
] Are you fighting this, er, fellow? But I'm meeting him meself. D'Artagnan
: But not till one o'clock, sir. Aramis
: Oh, no no no. I'm to fight him this afternoon. D'Artagnan
: At two o'clock, sir. Athos
: How long have you been in Paris? D'Artagnan
: Since eight o'clock this morning. Athos
: You waste little time, sir. D'Artagnan
: My father recommended that I fight duels. Athos
] Well! Let us hope you can do him some credit, hm?
: We have a duty to suppress disorder and arrest brawlers. Put up your swords and come along with us. Athos
: Impossible. Porthos
: Unthinkable. Aramis
: May one ask - delicately - the cause in which we're expected to die? Aramis
: When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight. Porthos
: Oh, I do, I do! Aramis
: Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
[the would-be assassin of the Duke of Savoy claims to know who killed a troop of Musketeers five years in the past
: I need you to keep quiet about this for now. D'Artagnan
: Have you gone mad? Aramis
: Possibly, but... I owe him my life. D'Artagnan
: If this gets me hanged, I'm going to take it very personally.
: You brought a wanted man into my house? A deserter? Athos
: Deserter and assassin. Porthos
: I'm guessin' they didn't mention that part. Marsac
: Failed assassin, technically. Constance
: Oh, you can keep quiet. I don't want to know. Constance
: [to D'Artagnan
] But I trusted you. Aramis
: D'Artagnan is not to blame. He behaved with honor. Constance
: Honorable people don't lie to their friends.
: [to Treville, speaking over Marsac's grave
] Marsac's spirit died in that forest in Savoy, five years ago. Just took this long for his body to catch up. We're soldiers, Captain. We follow our orders, no matter where they lead, even to death.
[Treville holds out his hand and Aramis shakes it
: Rest now, Marsac, with your brothers.
: [after getting a ticket
] What is this? Aramis
: It's a citation. It's a ticket.
: Failure to remove animal bowel movements from public area. D'Artagnan
: French. Aramis
: Your horse took a dump on the street. D'Artagnan
: You're joking. Aramis
: That's what they all say.
: Well-played. I could use men like you.
[Richelieu holds out his hand; Aramis takes it to kiss it, then stops
: Ehh... I already have a job. Athos
: I'm a drunk. Porthos
: I'm independently wealthy. D'Artagnan
: Thanks, but no. Richelieu
: The day will come when you'll wish you had said "yes". D'Artagnan
: Maybe. But not today.
: My parents always hoped I ended up in a place like this. Athos
: They wanted you to become a nun? Aramis
] A priest! Athos
: Why didn't you? Aramis
: [walks swiftly to the window with a pistol
] 'Cause I found out I was better at dispatching people to hell!
: If you told us what you're doing, we might've been able to plan this properly. Aramis
: Yes, sorry. Athos
: No-no, let's keep it suicidal.
Milady de Winter
: What happened to those days? Will that summer ever come back? Will the cold be driven away? Don't look back: look ahead. Feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and give us one more chance: what do you say? What do you say? What do you say? Milady de Winter
: [Breaks down in tears on ATHOS' shoulder
: [holds MILADY and almost kisses her but pushes her away
: [to ARAMIS and PORTHOS who are behind MILADY, unseen to her
] What is your verdict? Aramis
: Death Porthos
: Death Milady de Winter
: Athos? No Athos
: [draws his sword
] Milady de Winter
: No, Athos, no!
[turns and throws herself from the tower
: [running to the parapet