All language subtitles for Kolm musketäri

It is the dawn of the 17th Century.

After the assassination of his father
the young King Louis XIII

ascends to the French throne.

His once peaceful nation is surrounded
by enemies on all sides.

Within the borders of France itself
Cardinal Richelieu,

the King's adviser,

plots in secret to seize power for
himself.

The inexperienced Louis
and his new bride, Queen Anne,

find themselves without a single friend.

Europe is a powder keg waiting to
explode

in a war that
will engulf the entire continent.

And only a few men
can prevent the coming apocalypse...

THE THREE MUSKETEERS

VENICE - ITALY

don't getting careless?

The feeling is mutual.

For future reference

I love you'
would have been a more suitable reply.

- You could have just said hello.
- What would be the fun in that.

How was the Bishop?

- Not as good as you.
- You are incorrigible.

Bet you say that to all the girls.

Lord!
Remember, I'm a lady.

- Let me touch your breasts.
- Lord, do not touch me!

No more wine,
I'm telling you.

- What?
- Key.

You mean this key?

Who are you?

- I'm not a priest.
- I'm not really a lady.

I have ten minutes.

I expected more from a man
of your reputation.

I don't suppose you have ant idea
where could I find Athos and Aramis.

Never heard of them.

You, French spies,
are very arrogant. And fools.

- You are so...
- Sexy.

It's a wonder it took me so long to
catch you.

- You didn't.
- Beg your Pardon?

You didn't catch me.

Then what exactly are you doing
here,

Catching you.

Key.

Vive la France.

The CRYPT OF DA VINCI.

Leonardo designed to protect
his great inventions.

Shall we?

Now.

Did his part. Stay here.
See you at the meeting.

We came together
and let's go together.

- I go.
- Wait, wait.

Too easy.

Pressure plates
under the ground.

- Can I climb the walls.
- Or go on a cable through the roof.

They may also have its pitfalls.

What is it?
We have all night.

Are you certain there are no hidden
passages? No secret tunnels?

Positive, sir. It's a vault.

One way in. One way out.

Excellent! I want those
Musketeers dead. Dead!

They will replace guards
in 2 minutes. Maybe less.

Less!

And now,
"C'est la vie. "?

No.

Contingency plan.

Got it.

Athos, you know what is
up there?

Hold your breath away.

Get back here!
Now!

- Can you tell!
- I love you.

I hate to ruin the mood

perhaps we can go ELSEWHERE.

I think the first time
Father is right.

- All for one.
- One for all.

And what next?

- Back to Paris, I guess.
- And then?

Wherever they send us. Whatever
France needs.

It's who we are. It's what we do.

I love it.

I know.

Then please try to understand. This
isn't personal.

This is... strictly
business.

He made me a better offer

Athos!

Buckingham.

A toxin.

In case you are wondering,
it wasn't in your drink.

It was on
your cup.

Inactive until it came in
contact with the liquid.

Do not worry.
It is not fatal.

Although
I suspect part of you wishes it was.

You take all the risk. I get the
reward.

Hardly seems fair.

Just so you don't leave empty handed,
a word of advice.

Trust no one.
Especially women.

You'll live longer.

Telling him you loved him right
before you betrayed him.

I must say, that was cruel,
even by my standards.

I only took away his prize.

You... took a lot more than that.

Finally, the war machine.

ONE YEAR LATER

Look down.

It's a trick that an old
friend taught me.

Your opponent will not always be
as noble as you.

Remember this, and will not have
nothing more to teach you.

I doubt it, Father.

Keep it

Passed from generation to generation,
from father to son.

It's his now.

The weapon of a musketeer.

The real weapon
Here is a Musketeer.

All for one.

And one for all.

You remind me of someone.

Let me guess.
You...

No, no. The man who wanted
be when I was your age.

Well, we better get going.

Take this bag.
It has 15 crowns inside.

Enough to get
to Paris.

And need a mount.

His mother insists that
mild to Buttercup.

- I know it's not much, but...
- It is enough.

Take care of yourself, my son. Try
not to get into any fights.

If I'm to be a Musketeer, I think I
might have to do a bit of fighting.

- Well, stay at the back if you can.
- Yes, mother.

I have more advice.

I know, I know.
Do not get yourself in trouble.

Wrong.
Yourself in a jam!

Make mistakes.

Fight, love, live.

Remember this. Always. You're a
Gascon. And you're my son.

Now, go.
Go.

AFTER 3 DAYS

In the name of God, what kind of
beast is that?

And the beast that he is riding
also no big deal.

Ostler!

See that my horse is
watered and fed!

It's a horse?

My friends thought
it was a cow.

Excuse me.

I know you men are just kidding
around.

Buttercup...
She is easily hurt.

I'm afraid I
must ask you to apologize.

I'm not in the habit of apologizing
to Gascon yokels.

Not for me.
It's for my horse.

You hurt your feelings.

And if I do not apologize?

I'll have to kill him.

You shot me!

The power
observation, young.

But the real question is:
Why are not you dead?

Superficial wound.
The sight must be bad.

Who takes care of my guns?

Captain Rochefort, I...

Do not want to dirty the blade
with the blood of peasants.

So young.
Consider it a lesson.

His last lesson.

No.

He's too pretty for that.

As you wish... Milady.

Rochefort, come.
We are expected in Paris.

Thank you.

Make way

Think you had enough.

Where's my mug?

Excuse me!

- You think you're better than me?
- No.

- All for one.
- Excuse me.

- Sorry, sorry!
- Are you blind?

I'm chasing after a man who insulted
my horse and

tried to kill me!
Let me go.

It is not enough. Tipped my
drink, ruined my shirt.

I am in a hurry.

Who do you think you're talking about?

The town drunk,
by smell.

This is a challenge,
young man.

- What exactly are you saying?
- Blind and deaf.

Fortunately
I'm somewhat of a doctor.

Great! When can you fit me in

Noon, Cooper's Yard,
St. Germain.

I'll be there.

Excuse me.

I can not decide.

Well, if I might point out, this
does make you look very dignified.

Whereas the blue one brings out
your dashing side.

Equally important.

Dignified. Dashing.

Well, in the words
of King Solomon: I'll take both!'

A most excellent choice, sir!

Darling, you spoil me.
How will I ever repay you?

Watch where you walk!

My apologies! Matter of life and
death! Won't happen again!

- I believe you dropped this.
- This isn't mine

I saw the lady give you,
I'm not blind.

Are you implying that I would take
money from this woman?

That I can't
afford to pay for my own wardrobe?

Do you know who I am?

- Do you know who I am?
- No.

Then we're even

You're in luck, boy.

Ordinarily I
would slaughter you on the spot,

but this is a brand new jacket.

Cooper's Yard,
St. Germain, 13h.

I suggest you dress for a funeral.

What?

What the hell?!

Five francs?!

- Hey! What is this?!
- It's a citation.

A ticket.

Failure to remove animal
bowl movements from public area.

French?

Your horse pooped on the sidewalk

You are joking

It's what everyone says.

You know what?

Cooper's Yard,
St. Germain, 14h.

Weird kid.

Milady de Winter!

A close game, your Eminence.

Who is the opponent?

Myself.

No one else has proven to
be much of a challenge.

What news from England?

He's coming.

Buckingham?

E...

E?

He built it.

The war machine.

And he does not question
their loyalty.

He thinks he's so clever...

As bad.

Evil is only one point of view.

Ah, Richelieu.

This lady is the messenger
England?

Your Majesty is
exceptionally alert.

So, Madame...

How is Buckingham?

Majesty?

What is he wearing these days?

Green, Your Majesty.

Green?

Very interesting.

And you have the gall to recommend blue?

Of course it should be green.

Why am
I surrounded by incompetent idiots?

There you are.
Shall we begin?

Eager to meet your maker?

- I have other appointments.
- You'll miss them, I'm afraid.

I'll try my best to be on time.

My seconds.

You.

Will fight this rogue?

My appointments. One o'clock. Two o'clock.

How long have you been in Paris?

- Arrived this morning.
- You have been busy.

Patience is not one of my virtues

Neither is good manners

Wait for your turn, old man.

What name should I put on your tomb-stone?
Little shit

D'Artagnan.

I'm Athos. This is Porthos. And Aramis

The Three Musketeers.

I've heard of you.

From my father, a Musketeer himself.

In fact,
I came to Paris to be one of you.

- You're too late.
- What happened?

Bad mission. Budget cuts.

The Cardinal. Progress. Take your pick.

Anyway, welcome to Paris.

Too bad we have to kill him.

Well, if I can't become a Musketeer,
I might as well fight one.

Or three!

Kill him already. It's lunchtime
I'm starving.

Halt!

Jussac!

Well, well, well.
How the mighty have fallen.

Duelling in defiance of the edicts?

Got tired of rolling
peddlers for spare change?

Surrender your
weapons and come along with us.

Hand over weapons
and come with us.

Surround it!

Unless, of course, you'd rather resist.

New plan.

Kill the boy, kick their
asses, go grab some lunch.

I really have to exercise.

You were saying

On the other hand, discretion is
the better part of valor.

- You are the musketeers.
- Wrong.

We were the musketeers,
we are now... Only ourselves.

Rochefort.

Shall we?

Kill them.

Let's balance things out.

Enjoying the show?

- You!
- Beware!

You did not answer the question.

- Are you always this cocky?
- Only on Tuesdays.

And whenever
beautiful women are involved.

Damn!

Can't you see we're trying have a
conversation?

What's your name?

Constance.

Sounds very... steadfast.

A quality you seem to know little
about.

I beg to differ.

Deep down I'm a hopeless romantic.

Want more?

I had forgotten how
it felt like.

We all forget.

The name is D'Artagnan.

You must come from
a small town.

How do you know?

Lines like yours might actually work
there. This is Paris

I suggest you stick to swordplay.

In the battle of
wits you, sir, are unarmed.

She's right.

Lad. The women of Paris
are infinitely more complicated.

They have a thousand ways of saying
no,

and only some of them mean yes.

I hate to spoil the mood,
but they come back.

Unless you want to
defeat the whole army.

Let's go somewhere else.

Do we pick up
where we left off?

I think there's been enough
fighting for one day.

Besides, anyone who is an enemy of Rochefort

- lis a friend of mine!
- Who's Rochefort?

Captain of Cardinal's Guards.

The right hand of the most powerful man
in France.

Rochefort

You sure know how to
pick your fights.

Like I said, he insulted my horse.

You are reckless,
arrogant, impetuous

and will probably be dead by sundown.
But I like you anyway.

- Where are you staying?
- I have no idea.

Have some money?

Well, dear sir,
you and your horse

are welcome
in our humble home.

For the time being.

This... Go there.

Come on.

What should we drink to?

- How about the King?
- He's a child.

The Cardinal rules, all but in name.
We might as well drink to him.

France then.

We served it. Fought for it. Bled
for it. Look where it got us.

Friendship, love.

Word of advice. Trust no one.

There must be something you still
believe in.

This...

This...

And this.

Anyone who says otherwise is either a
fool or trying to sell you something.

I know Athos may seem a bit cold and
unfriendly, but don't let it fool you.

- At the bottom...
- He really is cold and unfriendly.

What happened to him?

What happens to any man. A woman.

You know, I do not want to offend them...

But I thought they were
a little more...

Heroic.

What my esteemed colleague was trying
to say in his own way

is that we are... obsolete.

We are warriors,
but there's no war for us to fight.

So we
drink and brawl

and quarrel with
Cardinal's Guards and drink some more.

What we need is a great cause,

but there are no great causes left.

Keep telling you it's not too late

to do the priest thing again.

Beats working for the city.

Free booze at wakes and weddings.
And the nuns...

- You were a priest?
- Until I realized

being a man of God
and being a man of the cloth

aren't always the same thing.

He still prays for those
he kills.

Old habit.

On the contrary. The men I kill deserve
to die.

But they also deserve peace.

After all, they must have believed in
something.

We all do. Even the worst of us.

.. I'll drink to that.

Planchet!
More wine!

Sorry gentlemen,
fear no more wine.

Get more wine, man!

All right, sir.
But I can not.

Our...
Money ran out.

Planchet, who you are?

- Total waste of space.
- And?

- Useful as bottled fart.
- Right.

In short, a complete idiot.
But do not do miracles.

Planchet.

Thank you, sir.
It is very generous

for a man so young
and beautiful. Thank you.

- Okay, so sleep...
- You can sleep on the porch.

Outside? On the porch,
with this cold?

With birds shitting
in my head all night?

That's great.
I can only say...

- Wine, Wine.
- Yes, of course.

- Wine is, gentlemen.
- Wine, Wine.

Check.

This is a ridiculous game.

Surely the King should be the most
powerful piece?

The King is the most important piece,
but he is vulnerable

Needs to be protected.

I suggest you castle him.

Checkmate.

There! What do you say to that?

Your Majesty is a force of nature.

- Took you by surprise, eh?
- Yes, Indeed, you did.

May we
speak a little about foreign policy?

It's not about Buckingham, is it?

I'm afraid it is. He's arriving in Paris
tomorrow.

His master, King James, has
agreed to hear our

- peace proposal.
- Good, good.

They know better
than to mess with me then!

There is another question.

A dangerous rivalry has sprung between
the Musketeers and my personal Guards.

- Who was involved?
- Athos, Porthos and Aramis.

The usual suspects.

And a young man called D'Artagnan.

I summons them to the palace
so your majesty severely punished.

Your Majesty, the King

Well, well.

Brawling with the
Cardinal's Guards.

That's very bad,

What
have you got to say for yourselves?

- We..
- Humbly beg your pardon, your Majesty.

Yes, I should hope so.

So tell me, how
many were involved in this altercation?

Four of us and forty of them, your
Majesty

Four to 40?

And you beat
them like a drum?!

You'll have to be reprimanded, of
course. Most harshly,

I'm afraid. You understand that, don't you?
We do,

Your Majesty: the Queen.

Anne.

What a nice surprise.

My ladies and I wanted to see the
valiant Musketeers

who stood against
Cardinal's Guards.

Four against
forty. Or was it four hundred?

Just forty, your Majesty.
It was an off day

That's my Musketeers for you!

By the time they write songs about
them, it'll be four thousand!

I hope you won't be too harsh with
them.

After all, boys will be boys.

You must be D'Artagnan.

My lady was mentioned as
brave and impetuous yesterday.

But you must try not to be
so Reckless.

Can't help myself, your Majesty.

- Your Majesty, the damned...
- Yeah, I know.

Stand up.

Athos.

Porthos.

Aramis.

Forgive me D'Artagnan, but
is not dressed for the occasion.

My father is a poor man, your
Majesty.

A former Musketeer as well.

These are the only clothes I have.

My God.
We must rectify that

Can't have my Musketeers - or a son of one -
looking like tramps.

New suits all
round!

You'll see to that, Cardinal?

And a purse of gold for each of you as
a reward for your courage!

You'll see
to that as well, Cardinal?

Oh, and remember - we must have no more
fighting with his Eminence's Guards,

or there will be none of them left!

Your Majesty, might I suggest a more...

Forgive my impudence, Cardinal,

but I doubt the King requires you advice in
this matter.

After all, they are his
Musketeers.

Good day, gentlemen.

Well now, off with your rascals.

Attend the parade tomorrow.
With the new clothes.

During his visit,
we'll reveal

he planned a meeting
secret to the queen.

May I inquire how your
Eminence has uncovered the affair?

By reading Buckingham's letters to
the Queen. Found in her possession.

Written in Buckingham's hand

and
authenticated by his seal?

A woman of your talents should have
no trouble procuring either.

Your Eminence is too kind.

However, I doubt that the King will accept
such letters as

definitive proof of
his wife's indiscretion.

Then we shall provide him with
something a bit more... substantial.

A jewel in the Queen given
Buckingham as a sign of affection.

Buckingham will be humiliated.

- The King will be outraged.
- The Queen will be executed.

France will have no
choice but to go to war.

And in times like these

naturally turn
to a stronger leader.

Someone better equipped to rule the nation
than a cuckolded teenager with a grudge.

Someone like your Eminence.

Turn around!

Where is he?
What amazing education.

Damn his impudence!

What's this
thing called anyway, Richelieu?

An airship, your Majesty.

- Why don't I have one of those?
- An oversight on our part.

Right, right. Well, build me one.

Tie the strings and

Buckingham.

Blue.

Your Majesty.

Love the outfit.

Very... retro. Were
dressing well in London.

When was it?
In the past year or two.

Lord Buckingham. I trust the journey
hasn't been too uncomfortable.

Not at all.
No, instead.

Handles like a dream and
keeps me one step closer to heaven.

Cardinal.

Of course, being a servant of God,
you have no need for such crude devices.

The King James is very

interested in your
peace proposal.

- Lord Buckingham.
- Anne.

Your Majesty.

I must say that her beauty

is much brighter
than I remembered.

- Are already known?
- From a long time ago.

An evening I shall cherish

Right.
Well, can we go?

- What a nice surprise.
- Another acquaintance.

Yeah, we know.

As I recall, last I saw you, you
were on your knees as well.

A most
unfortunate habit.

I shall have to break it during our
next encounter.

I'm looking forward to it.

Meanwhile,
let's talk about peace?

You must pass me the name of your
interior decorator.

- Wine?
- I do not drink.

What about the nice bottle of
Bordeaux in your middle left hand drawer.

You must pass me the name of your
spy in the palace.

And you in mine.

England can not afford
a war on two fronts.

Both our
nations are already at the limit.

A peace treaty would be
a huge strategic advantage.

- Advantage to whom? You?
- Us

I feel that my new machines
change the balance of war.

Impressive.

Stay where you are!
This area is the Queen.

- You can not come here.
- Thank you.

I got lost. I went to the wrong side
and the door slammed behind me.

I was stuck here,
the sun in the heat.

- It'll be okay.
- I'm going to faint.

- You're in good hands.
- Thank you.

You can not shoot. They will listen.

Constance! Constance!
Excuse me!

Pardon, Your Majesty.
Only takes a minute.

What are you doing here?

Your Majesty
talk to me. Imagine that.

Yes, that's great.
Excuse me.

I was...

I was thinking, after talking
with it, can we talk?

I can not. I have plans.

- What next?
- I have many plans.

- Well, I...
- Listen, D'Artagnan.

You can have new clothes
and the sympathy of the King

but still acts as
an awkward boy inside.

Excuse me.

Two meetings in two days.
What an honor, Your Majesty.

Stop it!
Please do not think so.

You're a good fellow,
D'Artagnan.

What treatment
giving you the ladies go?

- I can not complain.
- Yes, indeed.

The same for me, of course.
The question is...

I have a friend...

A normal guy
like you and me.

He married very young.

Political alliance,
arranged marriage.

You know.

- I hardly knew the girl.
- But he loves her.

Very Yes.

Well, she likes him?

Well, it's funny to ask.
Here is the problem.

He is not sure.

He feels a fool
when it is close.

Always saying the wrong things.
Hands sweating.

The beating heart so strong
who fears that she can hear.

It is torture to look at it.

- Have you ever felt like this?
- Not until recently.

So...
What do we do?

This is my friend.
What can he do?

It should open the heart.

Being someone who likes her
and not be afraid to show.

Being himself.

That's what he said.

Then he got lucky.

After all, he has
Your Majesty as a friend.

Yes, yes.

It's good to have friends.

Will you excuse me
for a minute?

I think not.

How are you?

Very well.

I'm wearing blue.

And it's so beautiful.

Thank you.
And you're very beautiful.

In fact, he was talking
with D'Artagnan...

How beautiful you are.

Thank you, Lord.

- How was it?
- It all worked.

Great.

You'll go back to London with
Buckingham. And the diamonds.

What should I do with them?

Put them in his personal vault.

The most
secure location in all of England.

- The Tower of London.
- Yes

When the scandal breaks, he'll deny
everything.

But once the diamonds
are discovered in his possession...

He would have led England to war
through his indiscretion.

What about the future of France?

I am France.

One last thing.

I suppose it's quite
easy, perhaps even tempting

for a
double agent to play both sides.

Given you reason to doubt
my loyalty?

Spare the rhetoric.

I know who you are.
I know what you are.

You have a gift for
corruption and a penchant for betrayal.

I admire such skills.

But I'll destroy you
the moment I suspect

you might be using them

Do we understand one another?

There's a flip side to that coin.

It's quiet easy for an employer to sever
all ties with an operative

in the event they are compromised,

leaving them to rot in jail or on the gallows.

Your point being?

I require a guarantee that I shall
not suffer a similar fate.

An insurance policy, if you will.

My word should suffice.

I'm afraid I need something a bit
more...

substantial.

It is by my order and for the good of
the State that

the bearer of this has
done what has been done.

Satisfied?

Immensely.

Your Majesty.

Purple.

Fashion favors the strong.

Here.
Try this.

Give my regards
the Queen.

I will take your proposal diplomatic
King James immediately.

Cardinal Richelieu,
is a pleasure.

It's my pleasure.

His Eminence.

There's been a most
distressing development!

Some cards,
love letters,

were discovered
held by the Queen.

His letters. Buckingham,
of course. Who else?

He chatted with the Queen
about these letters?

No, absolutely not.

They will deny everything.

I can see Your Majesty's dilemma.

Is there any mention of a
specific encounter?

A detail?

A token of affection, perhaps?

Yes!
Yes there is.

A necklace.

The one I gave her for
our anniversary!

"Always appreciate the diamond
of 12 stones that gave me.

The proof of our love
consummated."

"consummated" means
I think what it means?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

My God.

All your
Majesty has to do is throw a ball.

What?
How that would help!

It would give you a pretext to

suggest
to the Queen that she wear your gift.

Richelieu. Very clever.

So if she has the diamonds...

Then your Majesty can rest easy.

And if she doesn't

He wants to have a celebration
ball. Five days from now.

Send the diamonds to the jeweler to get them
polished.

I want the King's...
undivided attention that evening.

I hope I am not interrupting.

Hardly, your Majesty. To what do I-?

I know.

Perhaps you could be more specific

I know.

Believe this is the part where I'm
expected to laugh maniacally

and regale your Majesty with the details
of some diabolical plot.

However, I
regret to inform your Majesty

I still have no idea
what you're talking about.

I thought I would say that.

So why has given me
with the honor of your visit?

TTo look into your eyes when you
said it.

Your Majesty.

All may not be lost yet.

Coming, coming! Hold your horses!

It's not like it's a matter of life
and death, you know!

In fact, it is.

You want me
to go to England. Retrieve the diamonds

, which the Queen suspects
might be in Buckingham's possession.

Which will naturally involve breaking into some
heavily fortified and highly impregnable facility...

The Tower Of London.

Since the Cardinal's spies are
trying to implicate the Duke,

it is the most logical choice.

Then return
to Paris, with every soldier, assassin,

mercenary and bounty hunter on both
sides of the Channel out to stop me from doing so.

Did I miss anything?

All in five days

a minor detail.
Anything else?

No.

Well, I really have only one
question.

Why in the world would I...

England it is.

Diamonds,
Tower of Buckingham, 5 days,

the Queen's reputation and the fate
of France as we know it

Who's with me?

I would imagine the Queen
will be most generous.

Count Porthos.

That has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?

Besides, I hear English women are like
a bottle of frozen champagne.

Ice on the outside.
But once you warm them up...

This isn't a great cause. But it'll
have to do.

If there is Buckingham,
she should be.

Who?

Countess de Winter. Charlotte Backson.
Anne de Breuil.

Lady Clarick.

Milady.

I know it.
The saw with Rochefort.

She switched sides again.

Working
for the Cardinal, no doubt.

What will be the catch?

- You were followed.
- It Rochefort.

Athos, Porthos, Aramis
and D'Artagnan.

Surrender their weapons
and no harm events.

The moment you leave,
kill them.

Lighting the torches.

Let's count to 5 then
we set fire to this place.

1, 2, 3.

- Sorry, did not see you there.
- Damn!

Let me guess. You've come to tell
me the Musketeers are dead,

our
plan is proceeding on schedule,

and I have absolutely positively
nothing to worry about.

We were taken by surprise
His Eminence.

Somehow I was laboring under the
assumption that

the plan was for you
to take them by surprise.

Was it not?

- Your Eminence...
- Yes, you are quite fond of that word.

Sadly repeating it does not
get you into my good graces.

Alert Milady.
Watch ports.

Nobody goes to England
without my official permission.

Post a bounty on their
heads.

The bigger, the better

Yes, Your Eminence.

Rochefort...

Do not fail me again.

PORT OF CALAIS.

Even with help,
has no way to get past them.

How the hell they came
here so fast?

- You know what...
- We need a distraction.

- I will.
- I will.

I could go.

Probably not.

Wrong.
Wrong on both counts.

Need every sword
where they go.

I can't help you where you are going.
But I can help.

Right here. Right now.

- If you get caught...
- Not him!

- If you get caught...
- I'm the Queen's lady in waiting.

You, on the other hand, are a
wanted fugitive,

and about to steal from one of
the most powerful men in England.

Which one of us should be worried?

Go. Go so that you can come back.

Now give me the hat.

D'Artagnan!

Behind him!

Wait!

The diamonds will be in Buckingham's
personal vault.

It's located on the lowest, most secure
level of the Tower, next to the Crown Jewels.

The lock is state of the art.

Requires a key that Buckingham carries
on his person at all times.

The corridor leading up to traps

It sounds simple.
Anyone for bread and cheese?

The meeting has not yet
was over, right?

I'm sorry.
Please do not stop me.

It gets worse. A
lot worse.

We have to go through 3 walls
and a canal.

Then it's just a couple of hundred
highly trained soldiers

with a predilection for not being robbed

although since Buckingham undoubtedly
knows we are coming,

thanks to Milady,
that number is likely to be greater

Why can't we just tell Buckingham
Milady is plotting against him?

Because he won't believe us.

Why should he? We're his sworn enemies.

Besides, Milady would make sure.

Athos is coming.

Tell me what you think
does he want?

What does it matter?

Whatever it is,
is a mere excuse.

He wants payback for
Venice.

He wants me. And he wants you.

Then we'll have to be ready for him.

Is not it?

We can't outshoot them. But we can
outsmart them.

He'll naturally favor misdirection and
deception.

He knows we're expecting
him. But that just ups the ante.

She knows us,
know how we look.

How to move and think.

He'll divide his forces. Independent
teams,

each with its own point of
entry to maximize their chances.

- There are four of us, so we use...
- Actually, we are 5. If...

He's a skilled diver. He'll take the
aquatic route,

Aramis will undoubtedly rely on
agility and stealth.

Check all towers
and all the roofs.

Porthos, on the other hand, will
employ brute strength.

One of his preferred methods is getting
captured by the opposition,

All the more
reason to take none of them alive.

One more thing.

He might also attempt
to drive a wedge between us.

Claim to have

secret information about some
plot to get us to turn against one another.

Like, say, that I'm a double
agent working for the Cardinal.

Or that you are looking to get rid of me.

I assure you, nothing could be
further from the truth.

Although

I suppose I should

search
you for concealed weapons.

That's how it's done.

And that's exactly what she'll expect.

So we do the unexpected.

We go in Broad daylight.
One man, hiding in plain sight.

With all the extra security, there'll be a
lot of new faces. That's their weakness.

You're the wild card.

We are the decoys.

We'll create distractions,

keep them occupied, draw them away
from you as much as we can.

But at
end of the day it's up to you.

You wanted to be a Musketeer.

You wanted to serve France. This is
your chance.

You saw me signal a turn

I saw you waving like an idiot.

That was the signal

I'm trying to see things
from your point of view,

but I can't
get my head that far up my ass.

- Are you serious?
- Yes!

All right, enough of that! Move
along, both of you!

Sergeant, I want
you to arrest this man!

Lord, the first
of the Musketeers was arrested.

The game is afoot.

Bring it to me
and double the guard.

Fold the troops.
Fold everything.

Sir

They come to us.

It seems your Lordship
has everything under control.

You don't mind if I won't be here to
see how it all turns out.

- Think I might lose?
- On the contrary!

I have no issues
with you killing Athos.

But if it's all the same to you,
I'd rather not watch him die.

Tell me.

What's your favorite color?

Red.

Why?

I wanted to see if I could
tell the truth.

As far as from here as possible.

Well, well...

Well, well, well. Look what the cat
dragged in.

So. How's the old Athos?

Still his surly, insufferable self, I'm sure.

Sending a boy to do a man's job.

I should feel insulted.

What were you after anyway?

Secrets. Spies.
It's all a game really.

Although the price of loss, as you'll come to
discover, is a bit higher.

What?

No last words?

No insults. pleas
for mercy or...

What time is it

About 14 hours.

About two. Why? Are you in a hurry?

Look out of the window.

They weren't the decoys. I was

- Permission to come aboard
- Granted.

Athos!

The wonderful thing about fighting an
imaginary opponent, Captain Rochefort,

is that he's always greatly skilled
yet easily defeated.

Your Eminence.

The pride of
victory without the risk of loss.

I trust you didn't come here to
impress me with your swordsmanship.

No, Your Eminence.

I have good news.

Such as...?

What about the diamonds?

- Doesn't Buckingham still have them?
- No.

Milady likes hedging her bets.

She'd never take the chance that we would
succeed in breaking into the vault.

So where are they now?

With the only person
she trusts.

So we lose
And all this has been for nothing.

I would not say that.

You were the decoy. We were the
extraction. But the real linchpin of the plan.

Well..

That was
someone else entirely.

Someone even
Milady would never suspect.

Driver, what the hell
is going on?

Just following your instructions,
Ma'am.

As far away from here as
possible.

Planchet, I never thought
I would say this:

Welldone

Thank you, sir.

- That really means a lot.
- Shut up, Planchet.

Yes, sir.

Don't

We took the precaution of removing
the firing pin.

- What now?
- You give me the diamonds.

Or I take
them off your corpse.

Dealer's choice.

Anything else you wish me to take off?

Out.

Boys. Been a while.

And this must
be the young Gascon.

We've met before

Ah. Small world.

I didn't let Rochefort kill you.

You remember that, don't you?

Did you kill Buckingham?

No

- But you will kill me.
- Yes

You'd spare him, but kill me.

Yes. I don't hate Buckingham

Here. You might find this of use.

Walk.

Athos.

At least she
died as he lived:

On her own terms.

No. She did it for me.

I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I
pulled the trigger.

Let's go home.

Your Majesty!

My dear.
You look troubled.

Hardly.

Your Majesty startled me.

I'm sorry.

I just...
I just wanted to stop by

and tell you how much I was looking forward
to tonight.

It should be quite spectacular, you
know.

Fireworks, costumes and such.

But you...

you shall be the most
spectacular sight of all.

Especially since you'll wear the
diamonds.

You will wear them, won't you?

Because it is very important
for me to use them.

Then I shall wear them, your Majesty.

So, even at night.

She promised she'll wear them.

You think she'll wear them? Don't
you, Richelieu?

I'm sure she will, your Majesty.

I'm sure she will.

I think I'm in trouble.

Damn it!

Now that we got their attention...

Now let's see if we can settle this
in a peaceful manner.

More or less.

Gascon!

So you've traded up when it comes
to transport

once again,
you're outmatched.

You can thank
Milady for that.

She passed Buckingham's
schematics onto us.

As you can see,
we've made some improvements.

It is not a beauty?

What do you want?

Diamonds?

Come get them.

Gladly.

You see, I can blast you out
of the sky with total impunity.

If you fire on me, on the other hand,

you'd be killing Ms. Oh So Young and Pretty.

They have 60 seconds.

He'll shoot us down the moment he
has the diamonds.

We can't outrun them.

We can fight, damn it! We can...

- D'Artagnan...
- What?

Do you think you have
the monopoly on loss?!

And if she dies?

The life of one
woman! Or the future of France!

What the hell would you do if you were in
my place?!

I've made a lot of sacrifices. Made a
lot of hard choices.

For honor, for King, for God and country. Want to
know what I learned, boy?

Hard choices and sacrifices don't keep
you warm at night.

And life is too damn short and
too damn long

to go through without
someone at your side.

Don't end up
like me.

Choose a woman.

Fight for love,
D'Artagnan.

France will take care
of itself.

The time is up!

An exchange.

I come aboard your
ship with the diamonds.

The girl goes aboard ours.

Once I know she's
safe,

I give them to you.

Fine.

But I want to see the
diamonds first.

Planchet.

Let her go.

- Icem the bridge!
- Icem the bridge!

Satisfied?

You never learn, do you?

Fire!

Hard right

Fire!

I want you to be around to see this.

Finish them off!

We can't outrun
them. We can't outgun them.

We can try asking them to surrender,
but somehow I don't think it'll work.

We hide. In there.

Follow us!

He's persistent, I'll give him that.

What is this?

We can not enter
in the storm!

Anyone? Someone else
want to question the orders?

Obey.

Lord...

It would be a good time
to entertain

- An increase?
- Shut up, yes?

Yes, sir.

Where are they?

You'll never find them in here.

Oh, I beg to differ.

After them

I'll take the Gascon

You know what your problem is, boy?

You've read too many books.

And then
you believed them.

Courage. Honor

All for one.

But history isn't written by
heroes.

It's written by victors.

Stay tuned.

Round two,

asshole.

- Set sail!
- We are too heavy!

Scared to take me in a fair fight?

Hardly.

I just don't fight fair.

Captain Rochefort!

Anyway.

Throw the weights!

Throw it all away!

Furnaces at the most!

Faster!
Walk!

Shall we?

Hold on.

Out of the way!

I still have the diamonds.

What do
you propose to do about that?

Kill you.

If you insist.

I came close.

You should have stayed in Gascon, boy.

You should have apologized to my horse.

Surround the palace! Shoot the
Musketeers on sight!

Use every man at
your disposal! Any means necessary!

- His Eminence...
- Don't interrupt!

They must not be...

Attach these men!

What does that mean?

- Your Majesty...
- These men...

Are delivering a gift for your
Majesty.

Compliments of the Cardinal.

Cardinal! You shouldn't have!

Well, your Majesty did ask me to
get you one of those.

So I did!

But what happened to-?

Buckingham's spy, Captain Rochefort,
attempted to sabotage the craft.

- He's been dealt with.
- Rochefort?

Captain of your Guards?!

Actually His Eminence was the one
who uncovered the traitor.

It is by my order and for the good of
the State

that the bearer of this has
done what has been done.

That's your
signature, isn't it, Richelieu?

It would appear so, your Majesty

Richelieu! You brought me an airship

and exposed a snake in our midst!

How could I ever repay you?

I could think of a few ways.

Anne.

He was returning the jewelry.

When I saw
it was a little early

but the orchestra is here,
and so do we.

Would
you Majesty care to dance?

I love it.

Well, if you do not care
colleagues...

D'Artagnan...

Look...

Looks like you aren't
the only one who gets the girl.

Your Majesty is a natural.

Guess I am.

As a matter of fact,

I think you'll start noticing a few
more changes around here.

Thank you.

For everything.

Any time.

- Well, get ready, then.
- Your Majesty!

Positions please
gentlemen!

Well played.

I could use men like you.

- I already have a job.
- I'm a drunk.

I'm... independently wealthy.

Thanks, but no.

There will come a time when you'll
wish you said yes'..

Maybe
but not today.

Maybe not today...

Enjoying the show?

Are you always this cocky?

Only on Tuesdays. And when
beautiful women

are involved.

So...
You think I'm beautiful?

Actually it's Tuesday.

So...
Now what?

We drink.

Then what?

Wherever they send us. Whatever
France needs.

Thought you didn't believe in that
stuff any more.

I believe in us.

And until the day I stop believing that,
there are still

things in this
world worth fighting and dying for

All for one,
and one for all!

You know, sir. I know you can be a
tough, mean,

foul tempered bastard.
But sometimes... well,

I get this
feeling that deep down you are...

Shut up,
Planchet!

Yes, it's...
Sure.

In case you are wondering,

this isn't the afterlife.

I'm not dead.
And neither are you.

How... did you?

Followed Athos. We fished you out
of the Channel.

- Where... are we going?
- To France, of course!

To get back what's mine.
And pay back with interest.

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