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(Philippe sighs)

(heart beating)

He looks awful.

Nothing to worry about,
Your Highness.
I'm sure of it.

(Bontemps)
Your diagnosis?

Mild concussion.

Caused, no doubt,
by the fall.

I didn't fall. I was hit.

Careful.

Your Highness.

Clothes.

Tell the king I want to see him.

You're not going anywhere.

I need to talk to my brother.

What on earth for?

The mask.

What mask?
What are you talking about?

His eyes.

One of the prisoners
was wearing a mask.

Try to ensure he gets
the rest he needs.

He's right. You need to rest.

Not yet.

Not yet.

(man)
I'm the king of my own land

Facing tempests of dust

I'll fight until the end

Creatures of my dreams
Raise up and dance with me

Now and forever

I'm your king

(grunts)

-(grunts)
-(groans)

(chuckles)

(yells)

It is customary
for the king's adversary
to bow after the fight.

In Austria,
it is customary for
the loser to bow first.

This is not Austria,
Your Majesty.
This is Versailles.

A clever ploy.

A vicious attack hidden
behind a show of weakness.

History remembers
the winner,

not the manner
of his victory.

On the subject of winners,

it is time for us
to enter into negotiations.

Indeed.

I received
word from Rome
this morning.

They look favorably
on your guardianship of
Strasbourg and Luxembourg.

Excellent. Then it only remains
for us to discuss Spain.

Is there so much
to discuss?

Our claims are equal.
We made a deal.

On King Charles's death,
we split the spoils.
Half to you, half to me.

Much has changed
since that deal.

Such as?

I won the war.

May I ask who won?

His Majesty was kind enough
to allow me victory.

-His Majesty is--
-It's nothing.

You seem tired.

Nothing that can't be remedied
by a walk in our gardens.

How much of Spain
do you want?

All of it.

(Louis) Brother, you really
should be in bed.

I hear your imagination
is playing games with you.

I was just explaining
to His Majesty

that you had
an unfortunate accident.

Accident?

I spoke with the governor
and he assures me

His Highness
slipped and fell.

Nonsense.

I went to the Bastille
to see the prisoner.

The Duc de Sullun.

Yes.

I went into his cell,

and I was struck
and I-1-- I fell.

He wore a mask made of iron.

I am told that the prisoner's
real name is Macquart.

-What?
-A petty criminal, deranged.

He believes himself
to be a duke.

They gave him the title
of Duc de Sullun
to appease him.

Why Sullun?

(Louis) Have you forgotten
your Latin?

Sullun is the inversion
ofnullus,meaning "no one."

And the man in the iron mask?

(Louis) Does not exist.
It's all in your head.

Now, please, Brother,
go back to bed.

Hmm?

No. No.

Why not?
You'll soon be gone.

So let's enjoy
each other's company
while we can.

It will only increase the pain
of your departure.

(sighs)

Can I trust you?
Of course. Why?

I need your help.
In what way?

Your husband is trying
to destroy

the dynasty our ancestors
have spent 600 years creating.

He will claim all of Spain
on your brother's death.

The Habsburgs
will soon be extinct.

What do you intend
to do about it?

I will stop him.

How?

My niece Eleanor. She will
marry your brother Charles.

And I want you to write a letter
to your brother recommending
the union.

Why should I help you?

Because you're a Habsburg.

Just like me.

Because your husband
has only ever seen you
as a political tool.

He abandoned you
the day he married you.

Since then
his only gifts to you

have been solitude
and infidelity.

(quill scribbling)

(Marie-Thérése)
My dear brother Charles...

I am writing to you
concerning marriage.

(murmuring)

(Chevalier)
They say that at Villarceaux

she spent her nights
on her back in bliss

and her days on her knees
in penance.
(laughing)

If you want my opinion,
and I'm sure you do...

(Palatine clears throat)
Here she is.

The question is, what color
for the forthcoming season?

Blue or green.

Possibly a vex
in proposition.

(whispering)

Duchesse.

(woman)
She likes to parade herself
as purer than the driven snow,

but behind that air
of prudishness,

Madame is quite the slut.

And the next time
I see the king,

I have a good mind
to tell him about it.

(women giggling)

Who are they
talking about?

Me.

But there's no truth
to these rumors?

Of course not.

If you will excuse me.

(exhales)

Her Ladyship seems upset.

Tell me, Bontemps...

do you consider it
the mark of nobility

to destroy a lady's reputation
with sordid gossip and lies?

No.

Neither do I.

(laughing)

(chattering)

(chattering continues)

Madame de Montespan.

Good morning, Francoise.
Are you well?

It's you, isn't it?

I beg your pardon?
Behind the rumors.

Why would
I do such a thing?

Because you're jealous.
(scoffs)

Of you?

No, I think it is
the other way round.

Because I was ready
to risk everything
and you are not.

Is it true
you put other women
in his bed?

The king has needs
that must be satisfied.

These women
mean nothing to him.

You're scared,
aren't you?
Of what?

Of your own passion.

You're scared that
if you give in to it,
you will lose control.

You take refuge
in piety and denial.

But behind the mask,
you are just screaming
with pain.

Any word from Spain?
This morning, sire.

King Charles is expecting
our imminent arrival.

Inform him we should leave
as soon as our negotiations
are concluded.

May I ask what approach
His Majesty is considering?

The same as Louis.

Lie, haggle, concede,
coerce, protest.

And smile.

The king is dangerous.
I advise His Majesty to--

I don't need
your advice.

This is a game of cards.
The prize is Spain,
and I have the trump card.

Thank you.

There is talk
in the salon.

I know.

Is there any truth in it?

No, sire.

It is scurrilous gossip designed
to destroy my reputation.

And mine.

The king must know
he has my total trust.

I only pray that I have his.

Come with me.

Uncle, may I go
to the salon?

No. You will stay here
and practice
your embroidery.

Embroidery is
for spinsters.

Which is what you'll be
if you don't show a little more
humility and respect.

And I want you
to befriend the queen.

Why? She seems
terribly dull to me.

She is a Habsburg,
as are you.

Though she deserves
that title more than you.

But what shall I
talk to her about?
Spain.

Spain?

Its people, its culture,
its traditions.

But I don't give a fig
for culture and traditions.
I want fun.

You are not here for fun.

You are here because
I have a use for you.

Yes, Uncle.

(chattering)

The king!

To lie is a sin.

To slander is a sin.

To seek to destroy someone
through unfounded gossip

is a sin.

A woman close to me
who does great honor
to this court

has seen her reputation stained
by the poison of gossip.

In harming her,
you harm your king.

This will stop.

Now.

Mademoiselle de Vasseur,
you are no longer
welcome at Versailles.

(women gasping)

(woman) How embarrassing!

(man)
I feel sorry for her.

That girl is innocent.

Nobody here is innocent.

You started those rumors.

They're not rumors.
They're true.

And she deserves
to be punished for her past.
Just as I was.

(murmuring)

I think you'd probably
better arrest me.

I never thought
I would see you again.

Thought? Or hoped?

Where have you been?

Holland.

I took refuge in the court
of William of Orange.

Hmm? What were
you doing there?

That is where Thomas
told me to go.

I was arrested,
taken before the stadtholder
and questioned.

They asked me all I knew
about Versailles and the king,

and I told them
all I knew.

Which is not very much.

And then?

He asked me
whether I'd like
to work for him.

As a spy.

A spy. Here at Versailles.

Yes, sire. I refused.

-Why?
-Why would I serve a man
who has already lost?

Is that what you told him?
No.

I told him
I was ill-suited
for such work.

And he released you?

No, sire. I escaped.

How?

The guard was susceptible
to my charms.

I fled south
taking refuge in convents
and taverns on the way.

And now you wish to reclaim
your title and fortune?

I place myself
at your mercy, sire.

Bravo.

On such a wonderful
performance.

-l1 speak the truth, sire.
-Lock her up.

Then His Majesty
would not be interested

to know that William
of Orange's army
is on the march.

10,000 men are headed
to Austria to support
Emperor Leopold.

-How do you know this?
-General de Salm told me.

Another who was susceptible
to your charms?

Why would I tell His Majesty
such a thing

if I was a spy
for William of Orange?

I shall make a few inquiries
to confirm her story.

In the meantime, she will
remain under lock and key.

Very well.

Your Highness.
The doctor was most insistent
that you remain in bed.

He is no longer my doctor.

And I know what I saw.

Go to the stables.
Tell Monsieur Jadot to prepare
a horse and a messenger,

leaving immediately for Rome.

(Marie-Thérése speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

What does it mean?

You would say,
"After rain comes sun."

It's beautiful.

And what do
the Spanish eat?

Well, the king's favorite dish
israbo de toro.

What's that?

It is a stew made
from the tails of bulls
killed by a matador.

And the king,
your brother,

do you miss him?

Yes.

I miss him terribly,

but I have his portrait here
to remind me of him.

It's not his fault.
He was born that way.

As you can imagine, he suffers,
but he has a noble heart.

If you claim all of Spain
and its territories,

you will trigger a war
with every country in Europe.

I have just won one war
and my army is well-prepared
for another.

This would not be a war
you could win, Louis.
It would be a war without end.

Is that what you want?
I want what is mine.

You think
everything's yours.

What will you do if the Turks
advance on Vienna?
Hope it rains?

Or are you counting
on the rabble that is
William of Orange's army?

The only person
who can protect you is me.

You already have
Luxembourg and Strasbourg
in return for your protection.

And I want Spain.

The pope would never
approve it.

And not even you
would challenge the pope.

-I'll settle on 80 percent.
-(laughs)

My dear cousin,
you know perfectly well
that it is still too much

and I cannot give in
to your demands.

Then you'd better start
taking Turkish lessons.

(laughing)

I trust Your Highness
is fully recovered.

(man) Eh?
What's going on?

Nothing, Your Highness.
It is just an accident.

(chattering)

Cut his wrists,
poor wretch.

(man laughing)

His name?

Macquart.
(man mocking)
"And his name?"

Why did he take his own life?

Would His Highness wish to spend
the rest of his days in here?

(man screaming)

Who struck me?

Your Highness?

Don't play games with me.

-His Highness slipped
and hit his head on the floor.
-(man muttering)

I witnessed it myself.

The last time I saw this man,
he wore a mask made of iron.

Your Highness,
there is no prisoner
wearing such a thing.

I would know if there was.
(man grunting)

(warden)
Take him away now.

(man screaming)

(sighs)

(hinges creak)

(door slams)

(man reciting)

Daddy lain down for a sleep
in the hay.

Along come a snake
and he winks at the sow.

(giggles)

She lies on her back and says,
"Give it to me now."

(laughing)
Poor bloody fool.

Do you know who I am?

I know you better
than you know yourself.

Philippe of Gutter,
Asswipe and Goat Dung.

(chuckles)

Did you know the man
in that cell?

The Duc de Sullun? Macquart?

Everybody knows him.
Nobody knows him.
Know what I'm saying?

Who was he?

Don't look him in the eyes.
He'll eat you up.

Is he still alive?

He's undead.
You can't kill him!

Did he wear a mask?

-Poor bugger.
-(shouting) Did he wear a mask?

-He'll kill you with his eyes.
-(man 2) Shut up!

Ahh!

Cain, brother of Abel.

Two brothers drenched in blood
and cursed forever!

(laugh echoes)

Cain, brother of Abel.

Good morning.

Good morning,
Your Highness.

May 1?

He's beautiful.

(Palatine)
Thank you.

Your Highness,
if I may.

I don't mean
to seem impertinent,

but I think you are
making a grave mistake
by keeping him here.

Is that so?

Well, it is not
the right environment
for a child.

May I ask what gives you
the right to tell me
how to look after my child?

I was a governess.
Yet never a mother.

Alas, no.

You would think that
one of your many lovers
would have solved that problem.

It would seem your reputation
for honesty and integrity
is ill-deserved.

Well, that went well.
(clears throat)

You're sure there is no error
in the calculations?

I'm certain, sire.

The money required
to finance our expansion
into the Americas

and the fortification
of our borders

will add another
two million to the deficit.

What of the new taxes?

In place, sire, but the people
are refusing to pay them.

The people of France must learn
to respect and obey the law.

But, sire, how on earth...

Inspire them.

Yes?

Sire, the rumors regarding
Madame de Maintenon.

I've discovered
their source.

Who was it?

Bring her to me.

We cannot allow this.
It could damage the business.

It's not their fault
if they can't pay.

Of course they can pay.
They just don't want to.

Tell me.

Who here has not paid
their taxes?

Raise your hand.

You would disobey your king?

I have always paid my taxes
but not these.

The king's gone too far.

The taxes are
for the common good.

I'll tell you what.
If you want us to pay our taxes,
give us more money.

If I pay you more money,
the business will fold
and you'll be out of work.

Whether we work or not,
most of us are gonna die
in rags and poverty.

Yeah? Will Louis the Great
shed a tear?

Come.

There is
a piece of paper
on the table.

You will read it aloud
and then sign it.

"I, the Marquise de Montespan,

do hereby renounce
and relinquish

my place at the court
of Versailles.

I pledge to sever all contact
with anyone I may know
at the palace

and will take no further part
in court life.

I shall devote the rest
of my days to prayer
and charitable works.

I have sinned,
and I accept my penance."

(Bontemps)
Your affairs have
all been prepared.

A carriage will take you
immediately

to the Convent
of St. Ursula.

You will never return here.

The condemned normally has
a right to a last word
before being led away.

Where I once saw
the warm face of a man,

I now see the stone face
of a tyrant.

You treat those around you
like slaves

and you place yourself
beyond mortal sway.

But remember
the story of Icarus.

Fly too close to the sun
and you will fall and drown.

The dance is over.

Go.

(door closes)

(Louis)
In time I will forgive her.

But I will never forget.

Sire.

I apologize. Had I known--

How long
have you been there?

Let me get you a...

Thank you.

I wanted to thank you
for what you said
in the salon today.

You defended my honor.

I was honored to do so.

Please stop.

I can't.

Why not?

Don't tell me
you don't want to.

(moans)

Enough.

His Majesty takes advantage
of his station.

Sometimes, I don't know
what my station is with you.

I would ask you to leave.

Sire?

The Marquise de Quincy
awaits His Majesty
in his room.

I thought you
weren't going to come.
I changed my mind ten times.

Did you write the letter?

Yes.

Good morning, sire.

I trust you passed
a satisfactory night.

Come join me a moment.

(chuckles)

Something amuses
His Majesty?

Everyone looks at a king
and says, "I would give anything
to be in his place.

All he wants is his."

But they see
only the surface.

They see nothing
of the shadows below.

(sighs)

No one has
all he wants, sire.

Not even a king.

Look.

From the darkest shadow
springs the brightest light.

You've come
to torture me?

My men have checked
every detail of
your journey from Holland.

It seems you were
telling the truth.

You sound
almost disappointed.

The king has
given permission
for your release.

You are once again
the Duchesse de Cassel.

You still don't
trust me, do you?

No. You may be free...

but whatever you do,
whoever you talk to,

wherever you go...

I'll be watching you.

Even when I retire
to my chambers?

(cooing)
Give me a smile.

Okay. There.

That's it.

Philippe, he smiled.
(cooing continues)

Come and look.
He's simply adorable.

(gasps) He has blue eyes.
They are wonderful.

What did you say?

I said,
"He has blue eyes."

(rattle rattling)

(cooing)

Where are you going now?

(crying)

Your Highness.

Does the name Macquart
mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

Probably not.

A thief held in the Bastille.

When I saw him
for the first time,

his face was hidden
behind an iron mask.

When I went again to the prison
yesterday, they were removing
a dead body from his cell.

Macquart?

That's what someone
wants me to believe.

He wore the same clothes
and was of similar size.

But the man I saw first
had blue eyes.

The man yesterday
had brown eyes.

And why has
His Highness approached me
on this matter?

Because I want you to help me
get to the bottom of this.

I'd like to. However...

You only serve the king.

Precisely.

Then don't see this
as work.

See this more as
a leisure activity.

I know you're intrigued.
I can see it in your eyes.

Length, nine inches.

Arch, 3.9.

Tell me about the mood
of the people in Paris.

They are happy, sire...

to be ruled by
SO generous a monarch.

Yet life is hard for them.

I understand they are unhappy
about paying their taxes.

Nothing that is not cured
by hard work, sire.

But I'm sure there must be
some who despise their king.

There will always
be those, sire.

They do not see
the glory of France.
They think only of themselves.

They are hungry.

Mind your tongue.

It's quite all right.

I'm rather enjoying
this discussion.

You must understand that a king
is only there to serve
his people and his country.

To defend the land,
to develop trade and commerce,
to pay for construction.

All these things
require money

and the only way to raise money
is through taxation.

Is that so wrong?

It is.

If it bleeds
the people dry.

The people His Majesty
claims to serve...

believe he serves
only personal ambitions.

What my sister meant to say
is there are certain
greedy and selfish people.

No. What I meant to say
is what I said.

But you are wrong.

I do not seek glory
for myself but for France.

Your people care little
for the glory of France, sire.

They are grateful for
clean water and lighting,

but neither
will fill their stomachs.

I thank you
for your honesty.

Have you lost your mind?

Have you forgotten
your origins?

You used to be a friend
of the people.

Now you've turned
into exactly the sort
of money-grabbing coward

you used to despise.

The king has bestowed
great honor on our family
and our business,

and you just threw it back
in his face.

He asked me what I thought,
and I told him.

Would-- Would you
have me lie?
Yes.

Why?
Because he's the king.

And one should always
lie to the king?

(chattering)

Your Highness.

You have news?

I've spoken
to my agents in Paris.

It appears that Macquart was
well-known to the police.

Ten counts of petty theft,
two of extortion.

But, by and large,

a harmless fellow simply
trying to feed his family.

So if he was
just a petty criminal,

what was he doing
in the Bastille?

He was not
in the Bastille.

He was imprisoned
in Clichy.

Someone must have moved him
to the Bastille.

And the pope promises
to look favorably
on the match?

Yes, Your Majesty.

His concern is that
the balance of power
is maintained.

If Louis acquires Spain,
then all of Europe will follow.

He needn't worry
about that.

Louis, I have
good news and bad.

The good?

I have examined all the options
and have concluded

that your proposal to take
80 percent of Spain
and its possessions

on Charles's death
is the best.

Your generosity surprises me.

There's nothing
generous about it.

I've had enough of war.

My army is exhausted.
My people are broken.

They want peace
and stability.

I believe this
to be the best way
to give them that.

And the bad news?

I must leave you.
My people need me.

You will be missed.

Come. Let's embrace.
As cousins and as allies.

Tomorrow I will return
to Vienna.

Of course.

And tonight we will celebrate
the signing of our agreement.

(gasps)
(cooing)

(door opens)

No.

Please.

Don't take him away.
Let me talk to the king.

It is the law of the palace,
Your Highness. I'm sorry.

Get your hands
off him!

-(Bontemps)
Your Highness!
-(baby crying)

Take him away
and you take away my heart.

This is no place
for children,
Your Highness.

(crying continues)

It is for the best.

(crying)

(church bell tolling)

People of Paris,

I am here to remind you

of the shared vision

that binds us all together.

And of the wonder
of our king, Louis.

You have chosen to question
his authority.

Our great king has only
one purpose:

to further
the glory of France.

But we all must make
sacrifices just as he does.

We must believe as he does.

Dream as he does.
Suffer as he does.

(murmuring)

We must trust in him
as he trusts in us.

Why should we trust him? So he
can steal our money more easily?

(crowd laughing)

The King steals from no one.

He raises taxes
which he then returns
to his people.

Look at his gifts.

Education, roads,
clean water,
(woman) Liar.

streetlighting, glory!

And poverty.

Glory, my ass!

(crowd jeering)

No, Listen!
We all must do our duty,

just as he does his!

(crowd shouting, jeering)

(Louis)
Leopold has offered 80 percent
of Spain and its possessions,

but I need the weight
of the Vatican behind it.

You will go to Rome
to ensure their support.

As you wish, sire. But--

Remind the pope where
his loyalties should lie

and remind him that the bastion
of the Catholic church
is France, not Vienna.

Sire, I cannot see what sort
of influence I could expect
to have over His Holiness.

If you're convinced
the journey is
a waste of your time,

then by all means
remain here.

You could make yourself useful
by drawing up a list of suitable
candidates to replace you.

The king must be informed.

No. If you discuss
the matter with him,

he will order you to stop
this investigation.

Why?

In part because
he believes it to be
a figment of my imagination.

And?

Give us a few more days
before informing him.

Your Highness,
you compromise me.

Then tell him.

A few days then.

Did you know that
the Spanish word for "cavalier"
iscaballero,

and the word for "tresses"
iscabellera?

And she told me
all about the men.

Very passionate, apparently.

Do we have to return to Vienna?
Can't we go to Spain?

We are going to Spain.
Splendid.

Just as long as
I don't meet the king.

You should see
his portrait.

Oh, you will meet him.

But why?

Because you're going
to marry him.

Your mother's already
on her way to Madrid.

We'll meet her there
in three weeks' time.
We leave tomorrow.

I refuse.

If you think I'm going to marry
that hideous monster--

You will be
queen of Spain.

You should be grateful.

Sire! Sire, a small matter
which may be of interest.

We have received
a report from Perpignan.

A cavalcade of Austrian nobles
has been spotted
crossing into Spain.

Do we know why?
No, sire.

A family gathering
perhaps.

And why do families gather?

For funerals.

And weddings.

(murmuring)

Your Highness.

What a relief to see the face
of a true friend.

Where have you been?
In a convent.

Well, I am pleased
to see you returned.

The last time I saw you,
you were expecting a child.

May I ask...

A son. Philippe.

Oh! Where is he now?

Taken from me.

On whose orders?

(herald)
The king!

Louis...

your hospitality is
the envy of the world.

I thank you.

I think you will find
everything in order.

It is all as we agreed.

Incidentally.
A small matter.

Your niece Eleanor.
Yes?

I would like her to remain here
with us at Versailles.

I'm sure she'd prefer to
return to her family in Vienna.

And she will do so
very soon.

In the meantime,
let her stay here.

We shall show her
all the wonders of Versailles.

It's a kind offer, but...

My wife has conceived
an affection for the princess.

She would enjoy her company
for a few months.

Would that please you?

Yes, sire.

Then it's settled.

I give my word
that she will be
well looked after.

Who knows? We may even
find her a husband.

As you wish.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the court,

tomorrow we say
farewell to someone
who, two weeks ago,

was an enemy.

Blood has been
replaced by wine.

War by peace.

We are now allies.

And friends.

-A volunteer, please!
-(laughing)

Somebody willing
to make a fool of himself.

The forthcoming, a favorite
pastime of the Duc d'Orléans,

were he not sadly absent.

Louvois!

Um, on second thought--
(honking)

perhaps someone
a little more sprightly.

(laughs)

I shall take his place.

Ooh!

(women gasping)

A brave proposition
from the king.

Do I need to remind
His Majesty of the rules?

No.

Olé!

(women giggling)

Sire?

You heard what the king said?

What will you do?

Not me. You.

What do you want of me?

Courage.

(whispering)

(all laughing)

(whispering continues)

(gasping)

My God.

Who did this to you?

The people of France, sire.