铁面人 The Man in the Iron Mask Movie Script

杰瑞发布于25 Nov 10:58

故事发生在1660年的法国，国王路易（理查德·查伯兰 Richard Chamberlain 饰）整日沉湎于酒色之中，无心朝政，使臣民们生活在水深火热之中。路易有一个孪生弟弟名为菲利普（理查德·查伯兰 Richard Chamberlain 饰），史书中记载的菲利普刚刚出生便已夭折，可实际上，他被偷偷送往阿尔卑斯山的一个庄园中，隐姓埋名，生长在此。 　　国王的昏庸让内务大臣科贝尔（拉尔夫·理查德森 Ralph Richardson 饰）和火枪手队长达达尼昂（路易斯·乔丹 Louis Jourdan 饰）感到大为不满，他们决定找到菲利普，扶持他推翻哥哥的统治，登上王位。贪婪的财政大臣富凯（帕特里克·麦高汉 Patrick McGoohan 饰）早先一步找到了菲利普，他和国王一起设计，给菲利普带上铁面，投入了深牢之中。 Paris is starving, but the King of France is more interested in money and bedding women. When a young soldier dies for the sake of a shag, Aramis, Athos and Porthos band together with a plan to replace the king. Unknown to many, there is a 2nd king, a twin, hidden at birth, then imprisoned for 6 years behind an iron mask. All that remains now is D'Artagnan, will he stand against his long time friends, or do what is best for his country?

He seems to have made it; people glance -- dancing ladies, young Musketeers, old advisors -- but no one gives him a second look. For a moment, Phillippe feels safe.
And then he sees Michelle, her eyes glassy and riveted upon him. She wears her most beautiful gown -- the first one Louis gave her -- but one shoulder strap dangles sloppily.
Her lips and cheeks are awkwardly rouged, her hair is mussed; she is drunk. She weaves her way to him and curtsies elaborately.
MICHELLE:
My gracious noble lord... Phillippe's heart is pounding; he looks around for help. He can only guess who this woman is. The advisors have now noticed her; Claude quickly dispatches orders to keep the party going along, and waves guards over.
PHILLIPPE: How are you... Michelle?
She doesn't react, so he must have guessed right; but Phillippe knows nothing of what happened just before the ball, and he's ambushed by her anger.
MICHELLE:
How should I be? I came to give this back to you.
She starts tearing off her dress. Claude and the guards reach her; the young Musketeers grabbing her.
CLAUDE:
Fret not with this, your Majesty -- But Michelle fights, slapping, clawing -- and when one of the young Musketeers grabs her from behind, his arm to her throat, Phillippe jumps up.
PHILLIPPE: Stop! You're hurting her!
Phillippe's face shows something Louis' never did: compassion. He looks into Michelle's eyes.
PHILLIPPE: However I have wronged you I will make amends. Whatever the cost.
Phillippe could not have said anything more unlike Louis; everyone who heard the remark -- Claude, the guards, and especially Michelle -- stare at him in frozen amazement.
Phillippe realizes his blunder; they've caught him.
The MUSIC STOPS. But the attention is not directed at the throne; all eyes shift to the main doorway, where Anne has appeared. She is indescribably beautiful; she wears a bright gown, her hair is brushed and bejeweled, she radiates the light of a woman who felt old at thirty and who has discovered, at forty, that she is more stunning than ever.
Her arrival draws even more attention than the reappearance of the King; everyone watches transfixed as she approaches.
Phillippe sees her -- his mother. He stands on legs that seem to have no bones. His mother.
She moves to him, her eyes filling with tears. When she is almost to the throne, Phillippe falls to his knees before her and kisses her hand.
No one can believe it, not from this King. Yet the moment strikes them as beautiful, and they applaud happily.
Phillippe and the Queen Mother rise, and guide each other -- depending on each other for support, to a seat, he on the throne, she on a seat the servants place beside him.
Phillippe gives a wave.
PHILLIPPE: Continue.
The ball continues, the music exuberant. Michelle wanders away, like a blind lamb. Phillippe and his mother sit side by side, holding hands, their reunion passing in private between their clasped hands, and glistening in their eyes.
INT. THE PALACE CORRIDOR - NIGHT Michelle, alone and forgotten, staggers down the corridor toward the King's rooms; she passes d'Artagnan's open door.
INT. THE KING'S BEDCHAMBER - THE THREE MUSKETEERS are tidying everything up; they have Louis gagged and trussed up hand and foot, his eyes flashing hatred.