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[instrumental music]

[D' Artagnan Sr. laughing]

Well, you're not just some bumpkin.

Some son of a country boar.

You're a gentleman.

Remember that when you get to Paris.

A D'Artagnan from Gascony

is as much a gentleman as anybody else.

- Maybe more so. - Yes, father.

Now I give you this letter for monsieur De Treville,

he is a Gascon.

He's captain of the King's musketeers.

I can't give you anything else.

A little advice. A few crowns.

- A horse. - A horse?

A great black horse?

A horse, yes.

[horse neighs]

It's not horses. It's not the money.

It's that letter to Monsieur De Treville.

And, remember above all that you are a D'Artagnan.

Your honor is your treasure.

And you are nothing from any man.

I've taught you the sword, alright.

The slightest insult. The smallest smirk.

[instrumental music]

My son.

Father.

[upbeat music]

I shall endure nothing, sir, from any man!

(all) Bye...

- Goodbye. - Bye.

[horse neighs]

[music continues]

[horses galloping]

[dramatic music]

Boy!

My horse.

Boy!

My horse.

[laughing]

You find me amusing?

Perhaps you'll find three feet of steel even more amusing.

If you are trying to be as funny as your horse,

you haven't a chance.

I endure no such remarks from any man.

What in thunder.

Monsieur?

Forgive me, My Lady, there'll be a moment's delay,

while I dispose of this local fire pot.

Which is more important?

Richelieu's mission or your passing quarrels?

How do you know he's one of the King's spies?

But, My Lady, I...

Sir, I await your pleasure.

Must I arrange everything?

Search him. If he has any papers, destroy them.

Yes, My Lady.

[instrumental music]

[horse trotting]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music]

Where do I find Monsieur De Treville,

captain of the King's musketeers?

Inside, up the stairs.

[horses galloping]

[dramatic music]

What am I going to do with you?

As a King's musketeer Aramis, you'd make a fine priest.

And, you Porthas,

a fine structure to hang pretty clothes on.

- Where's Athos? - Ill captain.

- Very ill. Mortally ill. - Then recapture me.

- What do you want? - A monsieur D'Artagnan.

- He has no letter. - Then why are you bothering me?

- He's a Gascon, sir. - Show him in.

De Treville: The three of you brawling.

Getting yourself arrested. By three of Richelieu's guards.

When you weren't even outnumbered.

The King is humiliated.

Forgive me, captain, I'm late.

- Hmm. - You're wounded.

Who told the King we weren't outnumbered? He was lying.

Tell me who said it, captain, I'll cut him--

It was Richelieu who reported the affair to the King.

My apologies, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Monsieur De Treville. I ask one favor, my captain.

Let mine be the hand that avenges these men.

[laughs and coughs]

I have a bad cough.

These gentlemen happen to be the three best swordsman in Paris.

I think, Gascon, they can take care of themselves.

De Treville: What is it you want?

To be a musketeer.

I admire your spirit, but you have come to me

without even a letter.

I had a letter. It was stolen.

- Oh, that swine, if I get my-- - Quietly, quietly.

What happened?

Well, sir, it was at Desacres.

A great tall, ugly man with a scar.

Was he alone?

There was a lady in a carriage. A very beautiful lady.

Did he speak her name?

No, sir, he called her My Lady, but...

- Do you know them, sir? - She's back.

- I beg you. Tell me their name. - I'm going to the King.

D'Artagnan, a man is sometimes known by the enemies he makes.

You'll receive an appointment to the cadets.

In due time you may perhaps be admitted to the musketeers.

Monsieur!

Oh.

Captain, my gratitude. I...

[instrumental music]

[indistinct]

Clumsy, big-footed idiot!

You are addressing a future musketeer.

A future musketeer?

If you get the cackle birds out of your hair perhaps.

And the barn yard out of your manners.

I resent that.

Well, I shall give you every opportunity

to acquit your resentment behind the Luxembourg at noon.

Willingly, sir.

Hmm...

[music continues]

Porthas: Fair point, gentlemen. The duchess is swooned by feet.

I'll rapture my cape and...

My cape!

A thousand pardons! How do I get out of here?

On the end of my foot.

I endure no such insult from any man.

Perhaps you'll endure my sword in your belly at...

- Name the hour. One. - One.

[music continues]

Twelve...

One.

Oh!

[upbeat music]

[laughing] You embarrass me.

Oh, now, Aramis, don't tell me there is no lady in your life?

My life is dedicated to things of the spirit, not of the flesh.

My habit may be that of a musketeer, my habits are not.

You sir!

- Who, me? - Yes, you!

Wait!

I was addressing you, sir.

What is your hurry?

- Oh, no, hurry at all, sir. - Oh, that's better.

Now, tell me.

Do I look like a man who spends his time with the ladies?

Well, if you don't, sir,

then Paris must echo with the ladies sighs.

Aramis: That's not what I asked you.

These gentlemen insist that I waste my time with the ladies.

I cannot conceive, sir.

That in the company of a lady, you'd waste a single moment.

Nave...

Take your heel before I take your throat.

Monsieur Aramis, your language.

Would you care to object to my language

behind the Louvre at 1 o'clock?

[sighs]

Yes, sir.

Uh... couldn't we make it at 2:00?

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Well, you're in good time.

Where are your seconds?

Well, I have no seconds, Monsieur Athos.

I-- I only arrived in Paris last night.

What a pity.

To arrive in Paris on one day and to be killed on the next.

Oh, there is no hurry, my seconds haven't arrived yet.

Uh, with all respect, sir,

would it be proper if we didn't wait?

You see, I have a similar appointment in an hour.

That is, if I survive this one.

No, just as you say.

But don't worry about it, you won't survive.

You know, you're quite a fellow.

Your first day in Paris and two duels.

Three.

I have another one an hour later.

- Oh, no. - Are these your seconds?

Athos, this isn't the man you fight?

- Why not? - But I fight him in an hour.

- And I at 2:00. - You at 2:00?

What a complete madman!

You know I'm affording a positive affection for you.

You can afford an affection.

You'll get him before he's a corpse.

- Who are you to complain? - Complain?

- Now, just a minute! - Who found him first?

D'Artagnan: Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, your quarrels are with me,

not with each other.

[laughing]

To talk so well and to die so young.

I really do regret this.

Sir, your wound, I...

You'll find the left hand most confusing.

Come on.

[instrumental music]

[chuckling]

Ready?

[swords clanking]

Jussacs: Athos! - Jussacs.

Richelieu's guards.

- Five of them. - Shield your swords.

- You're under arrest. - Three against five, eh?

Four against five.

This gives me great pleasure, gentlemen.

Duels are forbidden.

In the name of Prime Minister Richelieu,

I arrest you.

Do your best in the King's name.

[dramatic music]

[swords clanking]

Why don't you use your right hand, Athos?

I save my right hand for my drinking.

[music continues]

[grunts]

Eh!

[sword whooshing]

[grunting]

- Hey! - Whoo!

[music continues]

Aaah!

Be careful, huh, that's Jussuac.

[music continues]

Ah!

Porthos!

[grunts]

Ah-ah-ha.

Let him go.

[music continues]

Gentlemen!

No, come watch.

[both grunting]

[swords clanking]

Is, uh, this the peasant you were going to fight

with your left hand?

[chuckles]

[grunts and laughs]

[music continues]

Ha-ha!

Jussac: Hey!

[laughs]

Oh-hmm...

[all laughing]

[music continues]

[grunting] Uh! Wo-ah!

Whoa! Ah-ha.

[water splashes]

Hey!

[music continues]

[grunts]

[grunting]

- Uh! - Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha. Oh-ho-ho.

[both grunting]

Heh!

[grunting]

Who-ohho!

Ha-ha!

[music continues]

Hey!

Athos: Bravo! Bravo!

[music continues]

[swords clanking]

Who are you?

Tell Richelieu, the name is D'Artagnan.

[screams]

[laughing]

[laughing]

[all laughing]

[music continues]

You immoderate men.

Which one of you was so vulgar

as to use Jussac's trousers as a target?

I did, sir.

You did, D'Artagnan?

By tomorrow you'll be the talk of Paris.

But you have a great deal to learn.

Richelieu is the King's first minister.

He's an unpopular, but extremely powerful man.

Richelieu has many ambitions. Such as war against England.

And, most important, the complete destruction

of the King's powers. The King's position is delicate.

We don't want to make it impossible.

Send him back a corpse, alright.

But don't send him back with his trousers dripping.

Now, do you understand?

- No, sir. - Captain De Treville.

His majesty the King orders the immediate presence of

Captain De Treville, musketeers Athos, Aramis and Porthas.

And somebody called D'Artagnan.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct]

Fine lot of brainless cut throats.

- Yes, Your Majesty. - Obvious imbeciles!

- Which is this one? Man: D'Artagnan, Your Majesty.

Well, why doesn't he have some decent clothes?

How can I face Richelieu

when my men don't wear decent clothes?

Which of these is the one who so embarrassed me?

- D'Artagnan, Your Majesty. - Imbecile!

Don't they realize that Richelieu is my dearest friend

and stance defender?

They do, Your Majesty.

Don't they realize that the dignity

of my first minister is the dignity of--

They're impetuous men, Your Majesty--

Don't interrupt me when I am talking well.

What did you say?

They're impetuous men, Your Majesty.

Impetuous imbeciles!

Five hundred francs.

Hmm!

There.

There. There.

Go on. Go on! Go on away.

And get this fella some decent clothes.

[music continues]

[horses trotting]

Wardrobe, a valet, a horse.

All he needs now is a rich widow.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

Planchet, my horse.

Gentlemen, my quarters.

Welcome to your quarters, D'Artagnan.

Get that man out of here! He claims to be your landlord.

He is, Monsieur Bonacieux.

Ah, just as I suspected.

He was telling the truth. Well, get him out of here.

- I can not abide landlords. - Ha-ha.

Please, just a moment of your time. I need you, sir.

- Ah? - I live below you.

I am going away on a long journey

and won't be back for weeks.

I have a goddaughter named Constance.

- She is in danger, sir. - In danger of what?

Well, she's one of the queen's maids.

I suspect she's being followed by Richelieu's men.

Richelieu's men are notorious

for their complete lack of taste.

- I believe that. - Ha-ha.

I beg your pardon, sir, but, the purposes are,

as I suspect, political.

But, she is trusted, by the queen.

Well, I beg of you, sir.

It won't be a matter of any great inconvenience.

She comes home from the palace only once or twice a week.

You can keep an eye on the street from your windows.

And here.

You can keep an eye on our rooms.

- [whistles] - Athos.

This all sounds a little too convenient.

The floorboards, the goddaughter, the danger.

And, my young friend has recently distinguished himself

as an outstanding defender of the throne.

It smells my dear landlord, of Richelieu.

- Now, get out! - I swear...

- Oh, gentlemen. - Planchet!

- Remove this man. - Oh, I swear to you.

No, Monsieur D'Artagnan.

- He rolls well. - Ha-ha.

Planchet! Get me some nails and a hammer.

Maybe I can borrow some from the landlord.

[all laugh]

[instrumental music]

[soft music]

[chuckles]

[gasps]

Wua-ah...

[music continues]

[gasps]

[laughs]

[sighs]

[laughs]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[screams]

Ah!

[clamoring]

[grunts]

[pot shatters]

Hey!

Ah!

[screams]

[grunts]

[music continues]

Get out!

[panting]

[groans]

Oh, monsieur, monsieur. You come from heaven.

No, mademoiselle. Just from upstairs.

Whoever you are, in the queen's name I thank you.

And, now please, please, just for an instant.

- Eh? Oh. - Alright? Please.

Oh.

Master, you're wounded.

Mortally, fatally, in the heart.

Oh, I'll-- I'll get a physician.

I shall never recover.

Keep watch, man! I am on the queen's business.

Sorry, monsieur, to be in such a hurry.

No greater hurry than I.

- I love you. - What?

I love you. I love you.

Oh, mademoiselle, inside me is a raging storm.

D'Artagnan: From the first instant I beheld you.

By the way, what's your name?

- Constance. - Constance.

Oh, Constance.

My own.

My all.

My blood rages like a torrent.

My heart beats like a drum.

I come from the end of the earth to implore you.

I thought you said you came from upstairs.

To be as far from you as that is what it takes

to be at the end of the earth.

You're mad.

No, don't stop. Lace me off the back while you're talking.

Oh...

I'm your servant, your subject, your slave.

Your pleasure is my life.

Your will, my law.

My life is yours. My heart, my sword.

- Anything you demand. - [giggles]

- My last drop of blood. - [giggles]

[laughs]

Why do I have to start out on the laces?

[laughing]

I didn't do very well, did I?

I was only trying to say I love you.

Maybe you should've told me your name first.

D'Artagnan.

D'Artagnan?

The famous swordsman.

The famous booby.

Oh, no.

I only came from the country a few days ago, I...

I just got these clothes today.

The famous D'Artagnan.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go.

No.

[soft music]

Oh, D'Artagnan. I am as simple as you are.

I'm just a girl who works at the palace and...

I am not used to being in love.

[bell tolling]

Oh, heavens.

I'm late.

Oh, I'm late.

Swear on your honor you won't follow me.

But you're not going out of here alone.

Oh, trust me. I beg of you, trust me.

Where are you going?

If you love me, please, please don't follow me.

But, I...

[dramatic music]

[horse galloping]

[music continues]

[music continues]

- You asked me to trust you. - D'Artagnan!

And you leave me to keep some

cheap rendezvous on a street corner.

[dramatic music]

Oh, stop it. Stop.

It's George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham.

- Prime Minister of England. - Buckingham?

I'm sorry, my dear, but the gentleman cannot be left

in the possession of such knowledge.

It becomes my necessity to kill him.

Oh, Your Grace.

He is loyal to the queen and besides I...

I love him.

Forbade Richelieu and all his spies

and then risk being impaled upon a lover's sword?

Ha. What a fate for England.

Come.

[music continues]

Be here a moment, please.

Your Majesty, a messenger from Spain

has come with intelligence of your presence.

Her Majesty, the queen.

[instrumental music]

Anne, my little Anne.

George, A thousand times you mustn't come.

A thousand times I shall come.

Oh, heaven, help me.

Why can't you understand?

I understand nothing except that I love you.

But the earth is small

and there's no room on it for you and me apart.

Oh, my darling.

Confess to me that you still love me.

Bear your tears in my evidence.

I weep for myself. For my husband, for my country.

Your country is wise.

But your husband's an idiot.

But Richelieu's spies are everywhere.

In my court, in my bedchamber.

- I have no one to trust. - You have me.

I have?

Richelieu's spies discovered you were coming to France

even before you left England.

And Countess De Winter?

Under what intimate circumstances

did she discover the secret?

Anne!

Can't I even trust you?

And I love you.

And I can't help myself.

You accuse me of faithlessness?

No. I accept it.

George, I love you.

But you mustn't come here again.

I forbid you ever to come to Paris.

Alone, in disguise, at the mercy of Richelieu's villains.

Richelieu forbids me to come as ambassador.

Then, I shall never see you again.

No, if I cannot see you as beggar...

If I can not see you as ambassador,

then I shall see you as conqueror. Do you understand?

- Buckingham. - England is mine.

France shall be mine and you shall be mine, Anne.

But you must go.

Here. I give this to you in parting.

We must never meet again.

I shall treasure these like I treasure my dearest

recollections of you, Anne.

As I treasure the anticipation of our next meeting.

[dramatic music]

Man: The countess De Winter.

Your Excellency.

Welcome, My Lady.

And you were never so welcome as at this moment.

Nor so unwilling to come.

You promised me a holiday. I'm having my holiday.

Oh?

Oh, yes, then, what is the name of your holiday?

The count De Wardes?

Do you know everything that transpires in France?

I only know that I am in the midst of a great project.

And, that you, My Lady, are part of that great project.

I need you, My Lady.

Buckingham is in possession of a set of diamond studs.

Twelve studs.

I would be grateful, immensely grateful,

if you were to go to England and steal two of them.

Steal two?

[chuckles] What am I, a common thief?

I could hardly trust a common thief with such a mission.

The jewels were presented to Buckingham only last night.

By the queen.

Oh, so he reached the queen.

[chuckles] How comical, despite all your precaution.

I leave the making of excuses to Rochefort

and his excuses can be quite imaginative.

It's his claim that some lone monster named D'Artagnan

annihilated all my men.

Oh, no. What a catastrophe!

It takes a good man to prevent a catastrophe, My Lady.

And a great man to make use of one.

You and I, my dear, are rare new creatures

in this ancient world of impulsive men.

We have intellect. We think.

When we think our impulsive enemies are helpless.

The King opposes my plans for war with England.

It's my belief that if Buckingham's relations

with the queen can be demonstrated,

his Majesty's opposition to my plans may be lessened.

But, Your Grace, how can you trust me with such a confidence?

What if I refuse to go to England?

Can there be any one be more trustworthy, My Lady,

than an ambitious woman of fashion...

with a history?

You said yourself, My Lady, I know everything

that transpires or has transpired...

in France.

[instrumental music]

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[horses galloping]

The spies. They're everywhere.

- Can you go to England? - To England?

Nobody knows I've come to you. Only the queen.

- Oh, the poor queen. - Oh, Constance.

Richelieu arranged a banquet for the first of the month

for the express purpose of displaying

the queen's new jewels.

It's a set of twelve diamond studs

and he gave them to her for her birthday

and she has to wear them.

- But, I... - But they're in England.

She gave them to Buckingham.

Richelieu has found out and now he wants the King to find out.

And she just has to wear them at the banquet or...

Well, it's only nine days and I don't...

I love you.

Oh...

Oh, you'll-- you'll need this letter.

You tell the queen I'll be back with her jewels

in nine days time.

What would I do without you?

When I come back...

When you come back...

[dramatic music]

[horse galloping]

So, this letter must be delivered in England

and the jewels returned to Paris by the first of the month?

- [whistles] - We have just one advantage.

Richelieu doesn't know we're going.

My friend, my friend.

My young country friend. When will you learn about Paris?

By now, Richelieu, without the slightest question,

knows even the color of your underpants.

Well, it's my obligation, not yours.

If we all went, there'd be a better chance

that one of us would survive to return to Paris.

To die among friends.

Can a man ask more? Can a world offer less?

Who wants to live until the last bottle is empty?

It's all for one, D'Artagnan.

And one for all.

[instrumental music]

[horses galloping]

[music continues]

[horses galloping]

[hens clucking]

[dramatic music]

- On your way. - Four against one.

In the queen's name, on your way!

Stay with your master, Grebo.

[horses galloping]

[horse trotting]

[intense music]

The town of Creve Coeur lies just beyond.

I once knew a lady who lived there.

[laughs] Some of my most beautiful memories

are associated with this road. [chuckles]

[gunshots]

[intense music]

Aramis, are you alright? Aramis, are you alright?

Head that way. That way, D'Artagnan

I hope your lady still lives in the town.

That was long ago, D'Artagnan! Long ago!

[intense music]

[gunshot]

[horse trotting]

[instrumental music]

[thudding]

[horse trotting]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

Separate, men. We will cut them off.

[intense music]

[horse trotting]

[music continues]

[horse trotting]

[music continues]

[clanking]

[gunshot]

[clanking]

[music continues]

Ah!

[horse trotting]

Man: Here, master!

Jussac.

Jussac: We meet again, D'Artagnan.

[clanking]

[clanking]

[grunts]

Hey. [grunts]

[clanking]

[music continues]

[swords clanking]

[sword whooshing]

[music continues]

[swords clanking]

Ride, D'Artagnan, the queen.

Planchet.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[horse trotting]

[horse trotting]

[instrumental music]

[knock on door]

A boat for England.

The port was closed last night.

- By whose orders? - Richelieu's, monsieur.

Our beloved Richelieu.

Man: A boat for England.

No boats. The port is closed.

I am the Count De Wardes.

I have special permission from Richelieu.

You will have to get it signed by the governor of the port.

Where could I find this individual?

The last house on the point.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

And such a handsome man he was.

Don't talk like that. He is not dead.

Well, I'd rather be dead than resemble a sieve.

Or maybe I... Maybe, I'd just rather be dead.

- What a man. - Hmm.

I said what a man.

Letters from the famous Countess De Winter.

By the way, Planchet, don't forget.

My name is...

I am the Count De Wardes.

The Count Du B...

[comical music]

Monsieur D'Artagnan, I can think of no one

to whom I prefer to entrust these.

My only regret is that you are not an Englishman.

An Englishman, your grace

would probably take this box back to Paris

without looking to see what is inside it.

With all respect, sir, I am a Frenchman.

[chuckles] You skeptic.

[intense music]

Valet! Valet!

You disgusting thieves.

Which one of you stole these jewels?

I will have you hanged from the highest bridge in London.

- Oh, your-- - Don't lie to me!

No one has been in my room, except...

Summon my jeweler. This instant!

How many days do you have left? Five?

Without the other two studs, sir--

Never mind about that, if your feet had wings, monsieur,

and you rode the wind, how long would it take

for you to get to Paris?

- Three days. - You are alone?

I left Paris with friends, sir.

I hope at least one of them is alive

and can help me get back.

[instrumental music]

Rochefort, draw 100,000 Francs for the Countess De Winter.

- Yes, monsieur. - Oh, and, Rochefort...

what about that body of young D'Artagnan?

- He is dead. - Excellent.

Then why do you seem so unhappy?

Well, five of my men have each assured me he killed him.

And each of them in five different places.

Place extra guards on every road.

Close the gates of Paris until D'Artagnan's corpse

is delivered to me here in my palace.

Or his person is lodged in the Bastille.

Yes, monsieur.

Nobly said, monsieur.

Oh, I have every confidence that you,

you who are the equal of catastrophes in Kings,

you will someday be equal to this man

who isn't yet a musketeer.

[instrumental music]

[horse trotting]

- Hello, D'Artagnan. - Porthos!

They told you were wounded.

I am, I am, but the jewels...

Here, safe.

Ah, that man, that Buckingham.

Two had been stolen and he had two new ones made in 48 hours.

[whistles] Well, come on, man. get your horse. I need you.

Porthos, when did a wound ever come between you and a fight?

Well, unfortunately the position of this wound

comes between me and my horse.

Porthos: I give you my word I was not running away.

I was fighting magnificently when...

Who should appear? But no, what a beautiful woman.

I let my eyes stray for just a moment when... zing...

I am disgraced.

When was I ever wounded in a locality

so impossible to explain?

- Well... - I can see you're in doubt.

No, my dear friend, merely in a hurry.

- Where can I find Aramis? Porthos: In a monastery.

Where?

Our friend Aramis has renounced

the world of the flesh.

But it has only been a few days.

Hm, yes, he says a great deal can happen

in just few days to change a man's life. I suspect--

His Lady in Creve Coeur didn't remember him.

Oh, heaven, heaven. Let Athos still be alive.

[intense music]

Man 1: I said wine! Man 2: I have none.

- What kind of-- - Go down in your cellar?

I can't go down in my cellar.

- Why not? - Merci, gentlemen.

Believe me, there is a madman in my cellar.

Man 2: A madman.

He took refuge in my cellar a week ago.

He's been down there for a week. All my food. All my wine.

Three more days like this and I am ruined.

Athos, Athos! Open up, it's D'Artagnan.

Athos, it's D'Artagnan!

Athos: The flowing bowl, the flowing bowl.

Fill up the flagons with wine...

D'Artagnan. My friend, welcome!

[laughing]

Welcome.

[laughing]

My beautiful magnificent friend.

[laughing]

Hinault, wine for Monsieur D'Artagnan.

The best in the house for my dearest...

for Monsieur D'Artagnan.

[laughing]

I thought we had to be in Paris tonight.

Here, man, you're-- you're not drinking. [clanking]

Please sober up, for heaven's sake.

Ah, Puritan...

His Lady doesn't approve of drinking.

Let me tell you about women.

- Athos. - I knew a woman once--

Athos!

No. Let's say that I had a friend.

An aristocratic young friend. He knew a woman.

Athos, for heaven's sake.

Have you forgotten we are riding to the queen?

I was telling you about women.

Well, then tell it to the wind of your own making!

Have you forgotten our pledge? All for one and one for all?

[clanking] You pompous, village bore.

You hero.

What do you know of anything besides swordplay?

I was speaking of women.

This friend...

This aristocratic friend.

Fell in love with a country wench.

He married her and took her to his ancestral bed.

She was beautiful. He worshipped her.

As in an ancient aura.

The pure, the good.

His angel of light.

But within a week's time his angel of light had led

a neighbor, a young and truthful life of chastity

and together they eluded the local church.

My friend run the confession from the woman

and turned her over to the executioner

who branded her shoulder with a fleur-de-lis.

Then he cast her out of his house

renounced his ancestral claims and fled.

He changed his name and joined the legions of the king.

He never saw the woman again.

However he still loves her.

I am speaking of women.

We will ride to Paris.

[instrumental music]

Move on.

Move on.

[horse trotting]

Planchet, take the horses into that barn.

Who goes there?

In Richelieu's name, stop or I'll fire!

[gunshot]

Officer: Guards! Surround that barn!

Get to the loft!

[gunshots]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

D'Artagnan! Will you surrender?

[gunshots]

I drank too much.

[gunshots] Come out!

Oh, my headache!

Officer: Come out, or we'll burn the barn.

Cease firing.

D'Artagnan.

If we shouldn't meet again.

I believe I was drinking this morning.

I have a way of concocting fairy tales when I drink.

- You remember that. - Are we to surrender?

No, wait here two minutes and then you will be free.

And the gates of Paris open.

Come along, Planchet. There must be two of us.

Athos: They will take you for D'Artagnan.

We'll spend the night in the Bastille.

[instrumental music]

Is Her Majesty never going to appear?

I told you all I know.

She sent word she's not feeling well. Sight of food.

But the supper is almost finished.

Well, maybe when the dancing begins.

What a pity!

And I have a little gift for her.

When she does appear, Your Majesty,

without the set of 12 studs that were your gift to her.

Then I ask her who stole these from her?

[instrumental music]

[comical music]

[intense music]

[intense music]

I'm ready now.

But, Your Majesty, without the jewels you can't...

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[fabric tearing]

[music continues]

[intense music]

D'Artagnan!

[instrumental music]

The jewels, Madame.

I suspected you might have need of some jewels, Your Majesty.

And so I...

I am heartbroken, Louis.

I had no time to display the jewels properly.

My dressmaker arrived too late.

Your dressmaker,

Madame D'Artagnan no doubt.

But I am all confused.

Where did you get those two studs?

He said they were stolen.

Our great Prime Minister reduced to stealing?

Perhaps we better increase his allowance.

Yes.

You may give them to me just the same.

My profound compliments.

Dispose of them as you will.

[instrumental music]

Where can we go?

I can't leave the palace tonight.

Tomorrow, somewhere.

My gratitude.

[instrumental music]

I kissed the queen's hand.

Have you no higher ambitions?

Tomorrow night. Eight o'clock at Centraud.

The Inn of the Flowers.

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[horse galloping]

All the things I go through for you, master.

No sooner did they let me out of the Bastille,

then here I am, wearing your clothes.

I almost prefer the Bastille.

Ah, Planchet, we must be careful.

Maybe Richelieu is planning revenge.

If we run into an ambush,

surely his men will mistake you for me.

Oh, yes, that's true.

Oh, what are you saying, master?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[whistles]

[whistles]

[intense music]

[glass shatters]

D'Artagnan: You may hang me if you desire.

But I call upon you to witness that I surrender freely,

voluntarily of my own choice.

Because I cannot stomach the kind of justice

that takes the woman and lets the man go free.

The man surpasses even your description of him.

It's unbelievable.

You will release Mademoiselle Borassieu.

I bargain with you, sir, my life for hers.

Why should I want your life?

- You don't want me? - Of course I want you.

I want you as a lieutenant in my guard.

[inaudible]

Young man, I can't afford to have you as my enemy. It's true.

You bring the affairs of state to a complete halt.

But hang you? What a waste.

No, a man like you, D'Artagnan, brings out but one thing in me.

- My inquisitive instinct. - Monsieur, I--

You are an ambitious man or you wouldn't have come to Paris.

May I suggest that in your allegiance to the throne,

you have joined your ambitions with a falling star.

Monsieur, I didn't come here prepared...

I came here about a certain young lady.

Oh, yes.

Why don't we speak of her another time.

Some time perhaps after you have accepted my commission.

The Countess de Winter.

Oh, here! You two haven't met.

The Countess de Winter. Monsieur D'Artagnan.

[instrumental music]

Or have you met?

I am extremely interested in this young man, My Lady.

I wonder if you would be so good as to entertain him.

Give him a glimpse perhaps

of the kind society that would be his,

if he accepts a lieutenancy in my guard.

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

[laughing]

Athos!

Aramis! Porthos!

Careful! Our friend Porthos has a very tender heart.

Aramis! They told me you'd entered a monastery.

I thought I wouldn't see you again.

It's only been a few days, man.

Ah, a great deal can happen in a few days,

to change a man's life.

It seems, my friends, I'm not yet prepared

to embrace the life of the spirits.

But I expected every hour that you'd be joining me

in the Bastille.

Richelieu took Constance instead.

- Where is she? - I don't know.

Richelieu knows. Rochefort.

Countess de Winter, I think.

Oh, the famous countess again.

Has anybody ever met her?

Oh, yes. I've been seeing quite a bit of her lately.

Oh, now, gentlemen, don't misunderstand me.

I-- I love Constance. How I love her.

My time with My Lady has been spent in polite conversation.

[laughing]

Don't you believe me?

He makes love to one woman

in order to make love to another woman.

No, gentlemen. All I want of My Lady is her confidence.

Believe me. We spoke of horses and Gascony.

The most notorious woman in France.

The woman that not even Buckingham could resist.

The most dangerous, fascinating, appetizing, tantalizing.

And all he wants is her confidence.

I'm only seeing My Lady to find out where Constance is.

Poor Constance.

Fifty francs he's in love with My Lady by the end of the week.

What a swine. He doesn't know what it is to be in love.

Why, when a man's in love he's safe from anything.

Oh, oh, you country boy.

You know, I almost believe him.

Fifty francs with the end of the week?

I believe him, but not fifty francs worth.

You poor, corrupt creatures. Well, you'll see.

She hasn't the slightest appeal for me.

If only I had some slight appeal for her,

I might find where Constance is, but...

No, My Lady despises me. She considers me a bore.

Oh, and worse, she's in love with another man.

But desperately.

All she can think of is where is he,

why doesn't he come to see her?

I've made so little progress, I've been reduced to her maid.

Don't tell me you're making love to her maid.

- Delicious! Delicious! - No.

No, if I've flirted with Kitty a little

it's only to intercept

My Lady's correspondence with this other man.

D'Artagnan, how can you get mixed up

with so many different women,

and still be in love with somebody else?

My poor, fickle friends, you'll never understand.

Wait, if-- if all you do care about is Constance,

why don't you just go to this other man?

Certainly the Countess confides in him.

Excellent, excellent.

Except that the other man unfortunately,

is a certain Count de Wardes,

whom I left in Calais in very poor condition

with four sword passes through the body.

Oh, how can fate be so cruel?

Kitty!

Athos: Cruel fate!

[laughing]

Why don't you kiss me? Hmm?

Ah, Kitty, my precious. My beloved, my dove, my all.

Oh, you don't care about me.

All you care about is my mistress.

Well, she doesn't care about you.

This is the man she's in love with.

The Count de Wardes.

No, I have to take that to him.

I've been taking letters to his house for days now.

- And he never answers. - Well, of course he doesn't.

- He isn't at his house. - How do you know?

Well, he's a good friend of mine.

Here, let's see what she says.

Oh! Oh, give it to me, give it to me.

Oh, I'm not...

"My undying love, my..."

Oh, you're right, Kitty. She does love him.

My, my. "Why don't you answer my letters?"

"Come to me, I beg..."

I wonder...

Could I do it?

Oh, won't you please give me the letter?

Kitty. Kitty, this man, this De Wardes.

Does she confide in him? Oh, she must.

Oh, Kitty, stop squealing. I'm only trying to help you.

Look, you tell your mistress you delivered the letter.

- But I didn't. - Never mind that.

Tell her the Count begs forgiveness,

but he's in hiding. He's in trouble with Richelieu.

It was through him that Monsieur D'Artagnan

got to England.

And that Richelieu has given out an order for his arrest.

Is this true?

Well, more or less. More or less.

And then tell your mistress that the Count de Wardes

will sup with her at midnight tonight.

On one condition,

that there is no light burning anywhere in the house.

- No lights? - Ohh.

If he's recognized by one person he's lost.

Tell her that he's afraid of running into

the terrible D'Artagnan.

Oh! Oh, I don't understand.

I, I mean, I mean suppose he doesn't come

and then she'll be angry with me.

There, there. Now, Kitty, don't worry.

Didn't I say he'd come? He's a friend of mine.

Yes, yes. But you said he was afraid.

My Kitty. My darling.

My precious. My darling.

There, there. Now run along.

And don't forget, tonight at midnight.

And no lights!

[instrumental music]

Every light, Kitty. Hurry!

- Yes, My Lady. - Oh, this is insane!

I could just as well pull the drapes. No one can see.

- Kitty, did he act insane? - Ah, no, My Lady.

Well, never mind. Every light.

Oh, if he doesn't come... If you've made a mistake...

Kitty, the wine is warm from the fire.

Take it and chill it.

And the chocolate, it's cold. Warm it.

But there isn't a light in the house.

Do as I say!

[instrumental music]

[whispering] Put out that light!

Monsieur D'Artagnan!

- Where's My Lady? - In her sitting room.

Where's the Count de Wardes?

Is the room dark?

There's a fire. They're eating by firelight.

A fire? I said no light.

But it's only a little fire. You can't see a thing.

You'd better be right about that.

I don't understand.

I don't understand one thing.

Ah, ah, ah. Now, Kitty, go and announce me.

The Count de Wardes.

The Count?

Come, come, Kitty. This is no time for weak nerves.

Now go. Go, go, go, go, go, go.

The Count de, the Count de Wardes.

Oh, Constance, Constance, understand me.

This is just for conversational purposes.

De Wardes.

De Wardes, at last.

- At last. - How sweet to see you.

Ah, supper! How nice!

Never mind about supper.

A man grows hungry, My Lady.

Kiss me! Kiss me!

I shall positively be cremated sitting so close to the fire.

Are you going to kiss me or aren't you?

Well, perhaps one little kiss.

I think maybe we'd better eat supper.

Wake up, Athos. Athos, wake up.

Oh, no.

[laughing]

Come on, Athos, wake up. Help me to compose a letter.

You wake me up? It isn't even noon yet.

This is no hour for composing letters

or looking happy.

Will you stop looking happy?

Oh, Athos, we've judged her unfairly.

How can I describe her?

- Her hair like... Athos: Who?

- Oh, her lips-- Athos: Who?

Her throat like--

Open your eyes, so you can see

who you're talking about.

My Lady.

I can't describe her very well. It was dark.

She even gave me a ring.

Ah, you're a carnival fellow.

I resent your tone, Athos.

You've fallen in love with her.

I tell you, we've judged her unfairly.

You know, there's a certain difficulty about this ring.

She gave it to me under the impression that I was De Wardes.

A man wants to be loved for himself and...

Well, that's why you've got to help me

compose some kind of a letter.

Give me that ring.

D'Artagnan: What is it?

What's the matter, Athos?

I don't understand you. That's a very beautiful ring.

Yes.

It once was mine.

Athos, this is a crude sort of joke.

There are things that a man doesn't joke about.

I'd know that ring if I found it in my grave.

It belonged to my family.

It was a wedding gift to my wife.

- Your wife? - The Countess de Winter.

Oh, heaven, how can you play such a hideous trick on me?

How can you play such a trick on me?

On her shoulder there's a, a brand. A fleur-de-lis.

But of course, you wouldn't know that.

Oh, this is monstrous.

What kind of drunken fantasy is this?

My friend, believe me. This woman is my wife.

- I told you the story. - Of your friend.

No, no, of myself, of myself!

I lied.

Look, shun this woman like you would the pox.

She's evil itself. She's death. She's poison!

You liar.

Why do you try to turn me against her?

What's your purpose? Your words proclaim your lie.

When you told me the story, you said you still loved her.

Are these the sentiments of a man who still loves a woman?

Oh, you drunken fool!

Because you hate all women, must I?

Are you sure this is the Count's real handwriting?

Oh, yes. I intercepted that letter only today.

Ah, Aramis, you write a fine hand.

"My Lady, I find myself unable to come to you again

this evening as promised."

"Since my return from England

I have so many invitations of this kind on my hands

that I am forced to regulate them a little."

"When your turn comes again,

I shall have the honor to inform you of it."

"I kiss your hands."

Now sign it De Wardes.

Well, she certainly can't be too fond of De Wardes now.

But, Aramis, what's going to make her fond of me?

[glass shattering]

[gasps]

You! Get out of my room!

Monsieur D'Artagnan.

He is waiting in the sitting room.

Well, get him out of the house. Tell him I can't see...

No. No, wait.

Monsieur D'Artagnan, the famous swordsman.

Kitty, prepare me.

[instrumental music]

Monsieur D'Artagnan.

Huh?

Oh.

- How handsome you are. - Oh.

My Lady, beside you, I'm a, I'm a sparrow.

Charming.

Oh, My Lady, I'm overwhelmed. I, I have no words.

What need has a man of action for words?

Huh?

- My, what a strong hand. - It's yours.

Don't you think it's a little bright in here?

Hmm?

The light is still in my eyes.

[instrumental music]

Oh, I find you in my arms. My own arms.

I mean... Tell me you love me.

- If only my heart were free. - Huh?

Free of anger. Free of fear.

Fear? Oh, My Lady, whom are you afraid of?

What do I live for, except your command?

What would you do to a man, who holds my life in bondage?

Who persecutes me? Reviles me? Soils my honor and boasts of it.

Name him.

Speak his name and you sentence him to death.

- Count de Wardes. - Ah...

Who?

Oh.

Oh, yes, the Count de Wardes.

You're afraid of him.

Oh, My Lady.

Well, if you love me.

Well, that's not the question. Do you love me?

Oh, My Lady, to kill a man. I...

No matter what my reputation, I don't take killing lightly.

Why only yesterday you were cool to me.

Cool to you?

You'll never know the agony

it caused me, sitting here, cool.

While you talked about horses.

And I yearned to throw myself into your arms.

Oh, I can't believe this.

And afterwards, after you left,

to have to receive the filthy De Wardes,

to pretend out of fear.

- My Lady. - Do I love you?

Like the stars in the night.

The sun, the day, now, tomorrow, forever.

My heart is yours, constantly. Irrevocably yours.

And yours alone.

Whatever my reputation,

my D'Artagnan, I don't take love lightly.

[instrumental music]

Oh, if I had only known.

Oh, My Lady. I'm unworthy of you.

The things I have done and had to do.

It's I who am unworthy of you.

Oh, no, My Lady. Let me put your heart at rest.

It was not the Count De Wardes you hate

who came to you last night.

Oh, forgive me. Forgive me.

I know you will.

Don't you think it's a little bright in here?

- My Lady? - Oh, you foul, sickening...

[intense music]

[groaning]

Oh, when have I taken so little pleasure

in wrestling with women?

Oh, you...

[grunts]

I'll kill you, I'll kill you.

Why am I a woman? Why haven't I the strength?

[intense music]

Oh!

D'Artagnan, you are destroyed!

Guards! Guards! Please!

[screaming]

[grunting]

Kill him! Kill him!

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[metal clanking]

[grunting]

[grunting]

He does rather well for a farm boy. Hm.

So this is how he spends his time in polite conversation.

Shall we intrude?

[grunting]

[metal clanking]

[instrumental music]

[horses galloping]

She has promised to kill you.

She'll keep that promise if she can.

Beware, D'Artagnan.

Beware of strange men in dark places,

and lonely roads.

That woman will destroy you because she must.

You know her secret.

Brand of a common criminal. The fleur-de-lis.

All I know is what I have done. I'm unspeakable.

No.

Merely young.

You could be so much worse off.

She could be your wife.

[horse trotting]

[intense music]

- Constance. - No, it isn't a miracle.

The queen found me.

Oh, my love. Speak to me.

Darling, we have so little time.

Oh, my angel of goodness.

Will you marry me? Now, this instant.

- I can't. There is no time. - Oh, you must.

The queen's carriage, it's coming for me.

She's sending me where Richelieu can't find me.

I'll follow you.

I don't even know where she is sending me.

Oh, Constance, Constance.

Whether there's time or whether there isn't, for my sake.

[instrumental music]

[pigeon cooing]

I have to leave soon.

Where I'll be, I don't know.

What may happen to you? We don't know.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Oh, I didn't know you could be afraid.

Now you know everything about me.

No, it's just that sometimes I know how young I am,

and how much I have to live for.

I tremble, I...

I can make mistakes that will follow me

through all my days.

My Lady?

If I can forgive you, certainly she can.

Oh, you don't know her.

Oh, my darling.

[rooster crowing]

Well, that's only the sun.

[knock on door]

- Yes? - Your carriage is here.

Wherever you are.

Wherever I am.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

Your Grace.

Welcome to Grandstogen Castle, mademoiselle.

- You'll be safe here. - Thank you, Your Grace.

Within a few hours you will be separated from Richelieu

by the most impenetrable of all barriers, the war.

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Fire!

[cannon firing]

Fire!

[cannon firing]

- Ah! - Attack!

[instrumental music]

Fire!

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[intense music]

[horses galloping]

[grunting]

[gunshots]

D'Artagnan, go back. Tell His Majesty another road.

We'll hold this one as long as we can.

[gunshots]

Richelieu: Come out! - That's no English voice.

We're Frenchman!

Come out, Frenchmen.

Identify yourselves.

Men of the king's musketeers, sir.

What are men of the king's musketeers doing

in this vicinity?

Richelieu.

So I'm going to have His Majesty

on my hands soon.

If I let these men go, news of our little expedition

will reach His Majesty within the hour.

Musketeers.

I find myself abroad on this dark night

with insufficient escort.

But His Majesty has...

- We're at your command, sir. - Good.

There's a village yonder, and an inn, the Dragon Rouge.

One of you out front, two behind!

[instrumental music]

My own men will stand guard outside.

Give my trusted friends here a room

downstairs with a decent fire.

Gentlemen, you may have my room.

I put in a new stove only today.

Good. And landlord, lock their door.

Let them out only in case of trouble.

Charlotte: Monsieur, would you be kind enough to inform me

of the reason for the secrecy of this meeting.

Richelieu: It's imperative that no one here suspect

I have had anything to do with your leaving.

I have arranged it, therefore,

that not long after I go out of this building

men will appear and kidnap you by force.

They won't know that you're going willingly

of course, so I'd advise you not to resist them.

They will put you on a boat.

By morning you will be in England.

You will then proceed to Buckingham's headquarters

at Grandstogen Castle and appear before him.

Well, after the affair of the diamond studs, impossible.

Since the affair of the diamond studs Buckingham knows

at least that you're in my absolute confidence.

You will present yourself to Buckingham, My Lady, openly,

as my negotiator.

My Lady.

Do I understand, the great Richelieu

is preparing to negotiate a peace?

You do, My Lady.

Buckingham is arranging an alliance with Spain,

with Austria, and with Lorraine.

If he is successful, then the days of my power...

and your affluence are numbered.

But what if he refuses to negotiate?

You disappoint me, My Lady.

We play chess with the Gods, not pussy wants a corner.

Of course Buckingham will refuse to negotiate.

Well, what then?

My Lady, where is your famous imagination?

Do you suggest I have him assassinated?

I suggest nothing.

I merely rely on your imagination.

What are your terms?

I shall need something from you.

Richelieu: Of course. - In writing.

A carte blanche.

A carte blanche? But you have my word.

In writing.

"It is by my order, and for the good of the state

that the bearer of this has done what he has done."

"Richelieu."

This will be quite satisfactory.

Shh! Listen.

The rest is bargaining.

My terms are simple.

First, there is a certain estate in the vicinity of Lille.

A barony.

It was renounced by its owner quite some years ago.

It now belongs to the throne.

I want that estate, and the title.

That's easily done, My Lady. What else?

Second, and last...

I want the head of Monsieur D'Artagnan.

Delivered to me preserved in a small box.

Oh, no, My Lady, well, that is,

I haven't yet given up hope for him.

You may give up hope for him now.

[gunshot]

His instructions were to let us out in case of trouble.

Nobody said we weren't to start it ourselves.

Gentlemen, quickly, there seems to be trouble!

Athos!

The bargain?

If he succeeds in England, she gets D'Artagnan's head.

No, wait.

You and Porthos go on back to camp with Richelieu.

Find D'Artagnan. Bring him here by morning.

Leave the woman to me.

Tell Richelieu I'm scouting ahead.

What happened? Where is the other musketeer?

I don't know what happened, monsieur.

Athos went on ahead.

He, uh, he said he'd scout around.

[indistinct]

[intense music]

[horses galloping]

I have a message from Richelieu.

All is quiet, you have nothing to fear.

Good.

Don't be afraid, Charlotte,

I can neither kill you nor take you away.

Your kidnappers, in a few minutes,

would report to Richelieu either your corpse

or your disappearance.

You, my dear wife, fainting is neither

becoming nor believable.

Richelieu gave you a certain paper,

a carte blanche.

Since I cannot kill you, I must at least have that paper.

No.

You will give it to me, Charlotte,

or I shall have to take it.

No!

[sobs]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[grunts]

Landlord: Help! Don't hit me! I'm the landlord.

Help! Help! Help!

Stop that! Stop it!

The lady you're looking for is upstairs.

Your orders are changed however.

She is not to be taken to the boat.

Athos. Athos!

Water.

You could have at least used wine.

[laughing]

With the compliments and apologies of the house.

The compliments and apologies of a man

who has never appreciated landlords before.

D'Artagnan.

- They've told you, huh? - Yes.

Well, none of us can go to England. We're soldiers.

If we're caught on English soil we'll be hanged.

I suggest Planchet go to Buckingham.

- Planchet? - Hmm?

You're going to England.

Yes, master.

I, oh, I, I...

- I'll get shot! - Unlikely.

- Well, I, I'll get seasick. D'Artagnan: Undoubtedly.

D'Artagnan, do you think that, uh, Planchet is a...

My faith in Planchet, is my faith in a friend.

[instrumental music]

I'll go, master.

Well, just so you'll have

no difficulty in traveling,

Richelieu himself gives you his blessing.

Be back a week from today.

My friends will be in the French camp,

but I may be in hiding.

For if you fail, Richelieu will be wanting my head.

Now, tell Buckingham...

Planchet: Ah, this same woman,

uh, who has been promised my master's head,

uh, comes to England, not to assassinate,

uh, uh, uh, not to negotiate a peace,

but to a-- assassinate you.

Ah, then imprison her, my master says.

This is one of Richelieu's tricks.

Ah, uh, bind her. Chain her.

Surround her with guards. Pick from your most trusted men.

Ah, she is evil itself. Now, may I go back to France?

How do I know you're not one of Richelieu's tricks?

Is there anyone in England who can identify you?

No, sir.

- I, uh... - Well?

Oh! Oh, uh...

My, my master says that you will know this.

This man has in his possession the diamond stud

which you once stole from me.

But of course, Your Grace. And which he stole from me.

He was one of my servants. Where have you been, Duval?

I've been trying to find you, to have you hanged.

Hanged? Duval?

My name is Planchet.

Well, my master is Monsieur D'Artagnan.

Would you do me the favor of having this creature hanged?

Planchet!

Oh, my sweet Planchet. How is he? How is he?

My Lady. You're under arrest.

The Countess de Winter, may I present to you your jailer,

Mademoiselle Bonacieux.

You will have a company of guards

at your disposal, my dear, but you will be

responsible for this woman.

You see, you're a woman yourself,

and safe from her more obvious temptations.

If she escapes you, then you must know that

I will be her first victim.

And D'Artagnan, the man you love, her second.

I think you'll make a better jailer

than any man in England.

Remove the prisoner.

[instrumental music]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[music continues]

[thunder rumbling]

I haven't come to the best news. I haven't come to it yet.

Ah, mademoiselle.

The lady who lived downstairs.

- The lady you married. - Constance?

She's in England.

- You saw her? - Right in the castle!

Oh, and the wit of that Monsieur Buckingham.

You know, I had always thought that

Englishmen weren't very bright.

Well, you see, there was some question

as to who was to be the My Lady's jailer.

Never mind about that. Tell me about my wife.

But that's what I'm telling you.

He made mademoiselle a jailer.

But that's a funny story.

Did I leave something out?

Planchet, did he trust Madame

to mademoiselle herself?

Planchet: Oh, there was to be soldiers.

He trusted Satan to an angel.

Planchet, saddle my horse.

D'Artagnan, you can't go to England.

- You'll be hanged. - Buckingham will protect me.

But you'll be a deserter in France.

I too, then!

[instrumental music]

Oh.

They didn't tell me you were sick.

- Let me undress you. - No!

- I'll call the surgeon. - No!

- I forbid it. - My Lady, I...

Pray for me. You're young. You're good.

He will listen to you. He won't listen to me.

Pray that I die.

Is that what you've been praying for?

- To die? - Yes.

- I'll call the surgeon. - No!

Pray for me. That's all. Oh, if you knew, you'd pray.

Oh, leave me. Leave me!

- Ma'am, call the surgeon. - She won't let me.

There's nothing wrong with her at all. She's just pretending.

She knows if I call the surgeon, he'll find out.

[knock on door]

- Yes. Alvin: It's Alvin of the guard.

My Lady wants you.

- My Lady. - Oh, mercy.

Mercy, let me die.

Let the surgeon see you.

Let the surgeon see me?

Let Buckingham know?

He'll hang me. Tomorrow, today.

But I trust you.

To be hanged. A common criminal.

An English noose.

Have I ever lied to you?

Have I ever pretended to be anything but what I am?

No.

Your D'Artagnan...

I'd kill him in an instant.

And Buckingham, that swine, I'd...

I am what I am.

And I have no concern with your silly rights and wrongs.

But heaven, heaven, may I not have pride?

Must I die at the end of an English rope?

I won't tell, I swear.

Oh. A knife.

Do you lay claim to goodness or don't you?

Are you merciful or are you not?

Oh, save me.

Bring me a knife.

Let me end this.

Oh, how do you stand there, torturing me?

Oh, oh, I can't endure.

I can't.

[intense music]

[screaming]

[indistinct chatter]

Man 4: Let go of the anchor!

There's home, there's England.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm, I'm Mademoiselle Bonacieux,

I, I have charge of a certain prisoner.

I'm-- I'm sick.

I can't take further responsibility.

His Grace can't be disturbed.

- Oh, but I must see him. - Tomorrow perhaps.

I'll give him the message.

[instrumental music]

She's laying on the floor. She's all doubled up, like...

Ma'am, I take my orders from you.

But you're no officer and I can tell you this,

we don't treat no dog in England

like you're treating her.

- I'm going to the surgeon. - No!

Are there any other guards on duty?

- Yes, ma'am. - Send them away.

- But-- - You stay by her door.

Close the peephole.

I'll be with My Lady in a few minutes.

But I forbid you to watch or to have anyone else around.

Yes, ma'am.

Will you send for the surgeon?

I don't think that will be necessary.

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Constance: My Lady.

I, I brought you a book.

[dramatic music]

Halt!

Lieutenant St. Clair, returning from France.

I have urgent dispatches for His Grace.

Direct me please, to My Lord, the Duke of Buckingham.

I'll have to report to the captain of the guard.

Follow me, sir.

Halt! Halt!

Guards! Guards! Follow me! Frenchmen in the castle!

Spies! Spies! Soldiers, after them!

Ah, yes, Mademoiselle Bonacieux.

You came earlier I believe.

His Grace was disturbed by your message

and asked that if you returned, you be admitted.

That door.

[intense music]

Frenchmen in the castle. Report to your corporal.

Yes, sir!

Which way to the prisoner's quarter?

- Up the stairs. - His Grace has been murdered!

Buckingham has been murdered!

Frenchmen in the castle!

Frenchmen in the castle!

Follow me, men!

[indistinct chatter]

Constance.

Athos!

Constance, my wife.

My wife.

My Constance.

We will never have time.

Oh, you're smiling.

Oh, yes, we'll have time. Of course we'll have time.

Now, look at me. Look at me.

Keep looking at me.

You and I

we'll have everything you asked for.

Time to be in love.

Hold me.

There...

Oh, heaven, let me be strong enough for the two of us.

[intense music]

[bell tolling]

D'Artagnan.

We have only a few seconds and they'll come in this room.

We have no Buckingham to protect us now.

- Oh, Constance. - D'Artagnan.

You must come. There's nothing more you can do.

Listen to me!

De Winter is still alive!

[bell tolling]

[instrumental music]

Frenchmen! Frenchmen!

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

[horses galloping]

I advise you, D'Artagnan,

to lose yourself on the road to Spain.

Richelieu has given orders for your arrest.

As for the woman, forget her.

You ask the impossible.

This woman has assassinated the Prime Minister of England.

Murdered D'Artagnan's wife.

What do you propose to do?

Find her.

We lost her somewhere on the road to Lille.

We merely asking you, has she been in Paris?

Athos, this woman is protected by Richelieu.

If you touch her...

Gentlemen, are you aware of what will happen to you?

- To all of you? - We are.

Leave her, I beg of you,

leave her to the justice of the state.

When there is no justice in the state.

She's not returned to Paris.

The road to Lille.

Athos, remember the night you said

the rest was bargaining?

Lille, an estate near Lille?

A Barony?

She demanded the estate, and the title.

[horses galloping]

Is this more or less beautiful than Gascony,

I wouldn't know.

Here, I grew up.

These woods, these hills.

All this was mine.

And more, D'Artagnan, more.

Here, I fell in love.

Is it she?

Yes.

Well, Athos, in a matter of hours,

we'll be on the road to Spain with a price on our heads.

Will we live to see France again?

Will we live to see Spain?

[instrumental music]

Charlotte: No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

[groans]

This was my family's chapel, Charlotte.

You remember, we took our vows here?

I loved you, Charlotte. I still love you.

I love you as I love war and drunkenness.

I love you as men love all that is worst for them.

Forgive me, Robert.

Before God and this Holy place

I swear, I swear.

[intense music]

Athos: The executioner of Lille.

Mercy!

You cannot... Gentlemen, mercy.

How many times have you asked for mercy

and you received it?

And then repaid it in blood?

How many times have you taken men's love,

their pity, their aspirations,

and their lives?

What has been the essence of your evil?

That you understood goodness.

We don't forgive you, Charlotte. We can't.

We do not dare.

[instrumental music]

My wife.

[wind howling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[wind howling]

[dramatic music]

[horses galloping]

They should remember you here, Athos.

My appetite, anyway.

Food, landlord.

And wine, landlord, in the king's name!

The king's musketeers?

Yes, Monsieur Athos.

The best food and wine for Monsieur Athos.

This is a trap!

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[metal clanking]

[grunting]

[screams]

[grunts]

[screaming]

[metal clanking]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[screams]

Aramis, chandelier!

[metal clanking]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[screams]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[metal clanking]

D'Artagnan! Come on, Porthos!

D'Artagnan!

Athos, hurry!

[music continues]

[horses galloping]

[swords clanking]

We come into a time of peace, Your Majesty.

The British retired from La Rochelle. The war has ended.

We mourn our dead, and forgive.

Forgive these men, sire.

I have here their resignations

from the musketeers.

Aramis will embrace the life of the spirit.

Porthos, I believe he states here his intention,

or at least his ambition,

to marry a rich widow.

D'Artagnan will return to Gascony.

Athos, to the province of his birth.

Grant them peace, sire,

and forgiveness.

It is I, Treville, who have forgiven.

I have forgiven treason and treachery

because I admire an honest cutthroat as much as any man.

But with the murder of the Countess de Winter

these men have set themselves above the state.

But she assassinated Buckingham.

You know that. I know it too.

It was an abysmal crime, whoever was responsible.

- But I-- I-- - I am the state, Your Majesty.

Let us say it now, privately,

so that we never have need to discuss it in public.

I'm France, Louis. I am the state.

These men have set themselves above me,

and it is I, Louis, and not you who sit in judgment.

I render that judgment now.

What have you there?

"It is by my order and for the good of the state,

that the bearer of this has done what he has done."

Signed, "Richelieu."

That's a forgery.

This isn't theirs!

I gave this paper to...

To whom, Richelieu?

[laughing]

Louis: Did I understand that you were about to

render a royal judgment?

In my humble capacity

as the throne's first minister, Your Majesty.

I was about to offer my suggestions,

that we allow Monsieur Aramis to enter a monastery.

That we discover, if possible,

a rich widow for Monsieur Porthos.

That we restore to the Baron de la Fere,

if he wishes them, his lands and title.

And as for Monsieur D'Artagnan,

don't let him go back to Gascony.

Send him perhaps on a mission of peace to England.

The English lead too dull a life.

Louis: Dismissed!

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