The Face of Alexandre Dumas: The Man in the Iron Mask

[Aramis]

Some of this is legend,

but at least

this much is fact -

when rioting citizens of France

destroyed the Bastille,

they discovered in its records

this mysterious entry...

You dead yet?

[Man] Aramis!

Aramis!

Porthos is...

[Porthos] I'm sorry, my dears.

You would have enjoyed it.

He's hung like a donkey.

- So are you!

- Really?

He's been asleep so long,

I'd forgotten.

OK, go on now.

Leave His Holiness alone.

I'll bring you back tomorrow,

when he's in a better mood.

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 that.

Are you deaf, too?

I know you're blind,

because if you'd seen those tits

you'd have tears in your eyes.

There's more to life

than a good pair of tits.

Really?

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 farts]

Forgive me...

Forgive me...

Am I forgiven?

Hm? Am I forgiven?

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!

How are you, young pup?

You interrupted

a theological discussion.

- So I see.

- Welcome. Sit down.

No, I come upon

the King's business.

He wishes to see you.

You serve him loyally,

even though people throw

rotten eggs at his emblem.

D'Artagnan, look at you!

You look so young

and I feel so old.

The King says immediately.

One for all, d'Artagnan.

And all for one.

We were all Musketeers once.

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 when we leave.

When I think about it,

I get 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 worn

by the woman my son loves.

Go! Bring back your fiance.

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.

Then we outnumber them there.

Send that.

Your Majesty!

The yellow sash.

As your advisors,

we feel that it's...

- ..our duty...

- Yes, our duty to inform you

that there are riots in Paris.

Riots?

Paris is the most beautiful

city in the world.

Why should my people

feel anything

but pride and contentment?

Of course, Your Majesty.

I'm sure they are

content and proud.

But they are also starving.

If we distributed some of the

food reserved for the army...

[Man] The priest Aramis!

Father Aramis, His Majesty

is experiencing difficulty

- with the Jesuits.

- The Jesuits?

They have declared

His Majesty's wars unjust.

His Majesty should speak

to their leader.

But who is he?

No one can keep secrets

like the Jesuits.

Ah, Aramis!

Your Majesty.

You are a priest,

but once you were a Musketeer.

Like my father,

I have trusted you

with the gravest of missions.

So...

I want you to find the

secret leader of the Jesuits.

And when you have,

for God and for France,

I wish you to kill him.

I know this is

a terrible thing I ask,

especially from a priest.

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, hmm?

[The King] About these riots...

We have stocks

on the wharves now.

Distribute that.

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