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Rebecca Fogg is still very much alive.

Don't lie to me.

Gavois is a man with a reputation to protect. He will try again.

Good.

I am Alexandre Dumas, the greatest writer in France.

What else is it that's so important that you scour Paris for me? It's complex.

Elliot Fogg is involved.

He's protecting Buddhists. Perfect.

You were supposed to be protecting him. When I kill you, I

want to see your eye.

What is that?

That? Phoenix.

That's Paduma.

Wait, Paduma!

The 1620s. Remember your history?

Ah, the three marketeers. And Cardinal Richelieu, the butcher of Paris.

Madame Dufay was to meet me, find her, and bring her to me.

Rebecca!

Madame Dufay. I think there must be some mistake.

Wonderful.

That meddling, infield servant of mine has left us stranded two centuries

our own time, and that reckless, irresponsible cousin of mine has decided

vanish.

Wonderful!

That is the child about to become a boy.

That boy is about to become a man.

A guardian's ward about to become a king, if fate

so decrees.

I have a shaming difficulty with fate.

Yes.

I have him at last.

Like an insect in a downturned glass.

The gown is finished.

The finest silk.

The color of blood.

I would crave invisibility.

Invisibility? To watch a great artist at work.

This will be your masterpiece, Madame Dufay. Your Sistine Shuffle.

You have the poison.

Do you know, Byrne, the Buddhist have a saying.

The two things...

That you should avoid at all costs a hope and fear.

Rebecca!

Hope that Rebecca will be around the next corner. And fear that we might

see her again.

Steady on, Bert.

That's a bit drastic.

I was merely trying to establish two extremes.

It would take an unrelenting ordeal for Rebecca to be overcome.

We all have our limits.

Rebecca is not acquainted in the least bit with limits.

It appears to be the crossroads.

We have squalor on the right and filth on the left.

Would you be the lesser of two evils, Vern?

Filth, excellent choice.

You know, Fogg, you were showing every symptom of hope.

Really?

But then, Vern, I am not a bully.

What is the cause of this assault, sir? Treat them!

You're a part of a conspiracy to kill the king.

Don't I know you? I very much doubt it.

Are you sure?

I couldn't be more sure.

The woman you were with. Where is she?

You should know that. You were with Madame Dorfay. Who?

What? Madame Dorfay, the courtesan.

You are the man who are conducting this infernal expedition for that scarlet

butcher Richelieu.

Passepartout has not abandoned you!

Oh, no!

Our friend is not your Madame Dufay. Then

she is her mirror likeness. And we are not involved in any conspiracy.

Are you actors?

I've... I've never seen clothes like these before.

We have to find Rebecca. Where is Richland's palace?

It's a more terrible place than the Bastille.

You think you can just walk in there, ask for your friend, and leave?

Come on, Tom.

The very business you are set upon is futile. We've had that said to us

Your Rebecca is in grave danger.

When Richard Yu comes to understand that your friend is not Madame d 'Orphée,

then her life will not be worth the space between two breaths.

Who are you?

My name is D 'Artagnan.

I don't think that the king will have age tomorrow.

He becomes free of his chalut.

He means to force the cardinal to renounce all his controls of state after

birthday celebration.

And Madame Derbe is part of that celebration.

I'm told that the boy has become besotted with her and means to make

man in her bed.

A kiss can be a fatal thing.

Robin.

The Poison Book. Book?

What book?

Something untoward that happened. It doesn't, doesn't, doesn't matter.

Angel and twelve things will not protect you

from my serpents then.

What happened to the others?

A tale of heart.

Heart.

Athos, a romantic soul, died of a broken

heart.

Aramis became a priest.

He was always a musketeer by accident, but a churchman at heart.

And Portos.

Portos!

The orcs, with a heart as big as a house.

A disarmingly likable fellow.

I've not seen him in years.

But find a place with strong ale and willing women.

They're the orcs.

will be tethered.

Undefined. Porthos and Aramis.

Oh, do come away from the window, fog.

I've heard everybody said the only way that we're going to get in and out of

Cardinal Richelieu's palace is with the market. Absolutely.

I thought I said that ages ago.

In the honor of Monsieur de Treville.

And in the name of our beloved kingdom of France, we are called to duty.

I can't wait to

see Richelieu's face when I force him to renounce his powers before the court.

In a few hours, I will become the true leader of La Belle France and rid of him

forever.

Life is perverse.

First you struggle to remember, then you struggle to forget.

What are you trying to tell me for?

Ever since you were a child, you've had to remember that you're a king.

For Richelieu ruled France.

Now that you've come of age, you feel you must forget you're a king and first

become a man.

Tonight I shall lie with the most beautiful woman in France.

I'll be the envy.

Every man in Paris.

A suspicion is a second skin on this fool.

Talk straight.

Take care around this woman.

I think you're jealous of her.

Wary of her?

Certainly.

Jealous?

Now that's a dog with different fleas.

You just get out of my way.

Find me an answer to this fool's jabbering.

She says she is Madame Joffrey. Would you deny this face?

No, but... Who else could I be?

Why are you not with the king?

I'm a threat for the king.

Is the gown ready? You left in it.

No more than a few moments passed.

For the carriage that was leaving.

I took you to it myself.

If that is Madame Dufay on her way to the king's bed, what will

she do without this?

Kiss him to death.

Take great care.

It smells as sweet as a

flower's fragrance.

The bee that sucks from this flower will not buzz away.

You escorted an imposter to that carriage.

You could be that imposter.

Take care, Lavater, lest you bleed fire.

You did not meet me when and where we met.

I had not finished the poem.

Once she is with the king, he will know my intention.

Surely we can send after her.

Unless... If, as you say, she has just left. I show him the body of the real

Madame Dufay.

Send your fastest rider after the coach. And convince him it was a vile

conspiracy using doubles that I tried to prevent.

Come.

See.

All is not love.

But you have brought yourself to this, madame.

Faith, sir!

That is my wife with you in this place of infamy.

Faith, sir, what do you mean?

Which of you is wed?

Not I.

I'd rather be dead than wed.

Above you is the king, sir.

Above the king is God.

And I swear by the almighty that you will not leave this place alive.

Dumas. Oh, Fogg, it's not just time travel. It's parallel existence.

You? Did I send for a confessor? You rascal.

It would take a year to hear your sins. Ah,

God, and I have an arrangement.

Just preserve me in the past, you will keep me in the future.

These are my friends.

We need your help, sir.

Desperately. In the honor of Monsieur de Treville, you're called to duty.

My arm is not half as strong as it was.

I am half the man I was.

I've grown old.

It was not an old man who held me in those arms.

Even at half the man you were.

You are still twice the man of any I have kissed.

The old enemy, eh?

That starlet crow, Richelieu, this time will nail his carrion carcass to a tree.

I am your man.

Get me my clothes, witches.

Have you sinned, my son?

Father.

Your sins.

Father, I'm here. I know why you are here.

Please confess your sins.

You are Aramis, the musketeer.

I am Aramis, the priest, who answers only to God.

And God wishes for the conversion of the sinner.

Poor Thoth and D 'Artagnan need you.

The king needs you. Who dares come into the house of God with such audacity?

D 'Artagnan said you'd be hard to convince.

He instructed me to tell you to count the number of times you owe your life to

him. I doubt whether Monsieur D 'Artagnan could have a clear

times that I have... Please remind him of the time that I took four sword

to the body and having lost almost all my blood, I...

Where is that lying Gascon?

A man of your stature? Ah, you'd have to, sir, being the taller. If I remember

correctly, both of your affairs were in a nice state.

Fraser, you tell me how my affairs were in a nice state.

Gentlemen. Really, this is not as it should be.

How was the book?

Book? Book?

Book? In the book, it was...

Yeah, all for one, one for all. Do they mock us?

No, gentlemen.

We both hold you all in the very highest regard.

We celebrate you.

It has been a long time since we were celebrated.

English fellow, bask in the sunlight before it hardens and grows cold.

Getting dizzy.

I'm so dizzy.

Pull yourself together, man. Remember who you are.

A gentleman's gentleman.

A lost gentleman's gentleman.

Do it.

No, I can't. Of course you can, you quivering minute.

You vile little monkey.

Yes.

Yes, I can.

Yes, I can do it.

Love at death.

And who is he?

I should use eyes and ears.

No longer.

That will not save you.

Even with a knife at my throat, I'm less at risk with you than him.

The woman, Madame Dufay.

Dead.

He stabbed her in a frenzy.

His brain is fevered. No one is safe around him. No one.

Rebecca is not dead, Father.

She is not dead.

I would know.

I would feel it.

This woman.

Your Majesty.

Thank God this night might have been one of great infamy.

What is this foolish night? It is the king.

Show him proper respect.

I've seen the king since he was a child. All right.

Baby hardly walking.

This is not the king.

They are like his two eggs.

Jules?

Jules?

Louis?

Call me what you will.

No, no. Better yet, I'm without a name tonight.

We are both without names tonight.

Your Majesty.

Anonymous lovers.

But a king and a courtesan.

You must listen to me. But a man and a woman.

I am not who you think I am.

The coin is a game.

You play the coquette.

No.

No, it's not what you think.

To the carnival.

Of love.

The other.

What about the other?

The one Richelieu dressed for the king?

The one you put in the coach?

The imposter.

At first I thought not.

But yes.

In the real Madame du Fay.

She is dead by Richelieu's hand.

I'm sure you and his guard.

He waited the king's palace to arrest Louis, to hang him.

Richelieu plans to kill the king?

He's building gallows in his courtyard.

What the hell has got to happen to Rebecca?

I want you to render me a favor.

As worried as the poor Quarrel, trust us.

We know a secret way into Richelieu's palace.

Madame Durfee. I'm getting tired of this game. You must listen to me. I grow

weary of words.

You would bite the king.

You are not the king.

Merely a man.

You said so, and I would bite any man who forces his kisses on me.

This is a game.

I'm beginning to enjoy it.

Oh, God.

Where is the king?

He is never far from his fool.

Then take me to him.

A riddle first.

How many devils can dance? This is a matter of life

and death.

Can dance on a pin.

The Crimson Crow.

Three spirits sent me to poison you. He thinks, like you, that I am this Madame

Dufay.

Blast!

Oh,

I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to do that.

You wanted him dead.

He's dead.

My work is done.

And France is yours.

You are safe.

A moment later.

This woman was sent to kill you.

Ask him who sent me.

Take her to my dungeons!

He's a liar!

He only uses words to lie!

Messiah, your continued presence here is fraught with danger.

you will find your safety quite transformed in my modest apartments.

How many devils could hand dance

on a pier?

Yes? Is this your wench?

Wench? It's very good. Cousin, actually.

Ah.

Vamsel, I had a cousin once with whom I fell so deeply in love the mountains

trembled at our very passions. A king! We are here to save the king, not to

listen to your infestuous confessions.

Orishio has taken Louis prisoner.

Alas.

Ugh!

the temporal difference equal mass times velocity to the 8 degrees,

then time is a function of random particles

rotated in spiral through the Earth's gravitational field.

Get down.

I'm still your king.

Your majesty.

I'm coming Jack, and you better than that, am ya?

Au revoir.

Fortune is a fickle jade.

She may betray me tomorrow!

Dear boy, wouldn't you like to be king?

Not with you as cardinal.

One for all!

And all for one!

We're coming, Pepper 2!

Come to me, my love.

I will tickle you.

Come to the bear.

If the difference, the spiral in the field... No, no, no. If

the eighth field is the time for... It was a moment of inspiration, Pastor Tu.

It'll never come again.

I doubt we'll ever be in parallel time again.

I was a genius for a moment.

What is parallel time?

Is the code broken?

Cavois has failed on two counts. Three.

Three? He's tried to... No, thank you.

I do feel like the word kill is an ugly little word.

He's tried to eliminate you twice.

You have to deal with him.

I have to deal with him, Rebecca.

It was me he tried to kill.

This has become very personal between me and Cavois, Rebecca.

It's a matter of honour.

Just remember, Phileas, that the sin of pride is the first sin.

There's a gentleman waiting for your answer, Master.

Would you tell the gentleman that I will, of course, be happy to oblige,

Monsieur Cavois?

Not a word, Passepartout.

the challenge.

You have ten seconds, Mr. Cavois.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five.

To play this game, Cavois, you must not care of

jobs.

It all comes down to chance.