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ATHOS: Halt.

Forgive me, it's been
a long journey from Mantua

and I long for some fresh air
and exercise.

We'll be in Paris
within the hour, madame.

I haven't seen the King
since we were children.

He's barely changed.

Tell me, monsieur,
do you know anything of Sweden?

It snows and is very cold.

It will be my home soon.

I wonder if I shall ever see
the warm sun of Italy again.

(RUSTLING)

(CHIRPING)

(BIRD CALLING)

Get her behind cover!

Get the princess
back in the carriage now!

Inside, inside!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

Ahhh!

Argh!

Francesco, are you all right?

I'm well, Your Grace.

I pray to God you're not injured.

I'm unharmed, thank God.

Spanish.

This ambush was no coincidence.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Ripped By mstoll

Why have we stopped?
Isn't the Archbishop expecting us?

We'll take you to him shortly.
Please, sit.

TREVILLE: What's wrong?
Why have you brought her here?

We were ambushed on the road.

PORTHOS: By a gang of men carrying
Spanish gold.

Spain was never going to stand idly by

in the face of an alliance
between Sweden and France.

You mean the Princess
might still be in danger?

There's no need for alarm,

we're in Paris now.
She'll be perfectly safe.

As soon as she's rested, we'll take
her to the Archbishop.

Back there I failed.

But for you she would have been killed.

Don't be so hard on yourself.
You did your best.

It wasn't enough.

- If any harm should come to her...
- Don't worry.

You're both under our protection now.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ROCHEFORT: Come in, de Barville.

DE BARVILLE: You sent for me?

The King's cousin,
Princess Louise of Mantua

is betrothed to the
Swedish crown prince.

The Musketeers
are escorting her to Paris

as we speak.

DE BARVILLE: And you wish me
to take charge

of her security
when she arrives in Paris?

Do you remember this?

Ah.

It's a record of the
King's Council's decision

to refuse the ransom demanded by Spain

for my release from imprisonment.

Oh, you must understand.

The issue was a complex one.

The Council betrayed me.

You betrayed me.

Why?

My orders came from
Cardinal Richelieu himself.

It was his express wish
that no ransom be paid.

Why would he abandon a loyal servant

in such a fashion?

Well, the Cardinal felt

that you were

perhaps,

not entirely,

of sound mind.

I spent five years in that hell hole.

What does this have to do
with Princess Louise of Mantua?

I wanted you to be the first to know

her marriage will not
be going ahead after all.

Does the King know?

I must raise it at his Council meeting.

A strengthened alliance
between France and Sweden is vital.

Unfortunately, plans have changed.

(GRUNTS)

Argh!

(SINGING)

Bless this forthcoming marriage,
O Lord, with peace and happiness.

And may the womb of your
humble servant, Louise, be fruitful.

In the name of God,

amen.

LOUISE: Amen.

Our hopes for the future strength
and unity of France

rest on the success
of your union, my child.

I pray my marriage will be happy.

Happiness is a selfish desire.

You must pray to do your duty.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Oh!

(GASPS IN FEAR)

(ARCHBISHOP GASPING)

Good vantage point.

Well concealed, an all-round view

and easy access to an escape route.

The killer knew what he was doing.

This was planned well in advance.

Why a crossbow?

ARAMIS: From this distance,
it's more accurate than a musket

and easier to conceal.

Outstanding work, Musketeers!

A man of God slain
under your very noses.

(PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN)

ROCHEFORT:
And you let the killer escape.

If the Princess hadn't slipped,
she'd be dead now.

She was the target.

Someone is determined
to stop this marriage.

The Princess cannot stay
at the Archbishop's as planned.

She must be escorted to the Louvre

for her own safety,

assuming you can manage
such a simple task

without losing her.

Custom made,

best quality steel,

short bodkin armour piercing,

a real assassin's weapon.

ATHOS: Old-fashioned but deadly.

Who still makes weapons like this?

There are perhaps half a dozen
armourers left in Paris,

with the necessary skills.

PORTHOS: But only one who'd consider
hiring them out to the Spanish.

A man with a serious grudge
against King and country.

Boucher.

PORTHOS: A Huguenot.

And a survivor of the siege
of La Rochelle.

And a true artist.

I've a mind to commission
a piece myself.

You know, that might not be a bad idea.

How else are we going
to tempt him out of hiding?

We'll make contact.

- Sire?
- LOUIS: Go away!

I want to be alone.

The King is not receiving visitors.

ANNE: A visit from the Queen
will revive his spirits.

His mood is delicate.

He's plagued with fears.

Can't you do something, Rochefort?

The King will listen to you.

Your Majesty, it is I, Rochefort.

The King is unwell.

He will be himself again soon.

I want Milady out of my palace

and I don't want to receive
Princess Louise.

You can do it.

People will think you have
turned against the marriage.

Nonsense.

Just keep her entertained,

see her off on her way
to Sweden tomorrow.

Your presence will be required
later at the Council meeting.

Chancellor Dupre is making
a special trip to be here.

I can look after Princess Louise

but you really should greet
your Chancellor personally.

Oh, very well.

But in the meantime, I am going to bed.

I am very tired.

LOUISE: It's not a coincidence, is it?

This killing, the men who attacked us
on the journey?

It's me they're after, isn't it?

Speculation is pointless.
There's no need to worry.

LOUISE: If I am to die,
I would rather be prepared.

No harm will come to you now.

This is the safest building
in all of France.

You'll stay?

D'ARTAGNAN:
For as long as you need me, yes.

If only we could have stayed
in Mantua, Francesco.

We were happy there.

This marriage is my death sentence.

Excuse me, one moment, madame.

Everything all right?

I've sent a message to my husband.

I have to tell him now about us.

- Well, then I should be with you.
- No.

I have to do this alone.
I owe him that much.

Well, if you need anything,
you know where I am.

With the beautiful Princess Louise.

Should I be jealous?

She's engaged to be married.

I am married. That didn't stop you.

ROCHEFORT: I'm puzzled, Lady Marguerite.

I thought you came to court
to make a good marriage.

You know I did.

Then why do you force me
to reveal to the world

the sordid details of your private life?

You wouldn't.

It would ruin me.

You leave me no choice.

You ask too much of me.

I asked for information on the Queen

and you failed to provide it.

So, I must assume, you wish me
to speak to your father.

No, no!

The shame will kill him.

Please!

I will give you one last chance.

Anything, anything, I will do anything.

Aramis wears a jewelled crucifix.

Bring it to me.

I know it.

- Why?
- That is not your concern.

Do as I ask and your reputation
may yet be saved.

I received your message.

So, have you finally done your duty
and made my name known to the King?

No,

it's not that.

The only reason I allowed you
to take this position

was to win me favour at the palace.

That hasn't happened.

And clearly never will.

So it's time you came home.

You will inform the Queen
you are leaving.

I won't do that.

Do not test my patience.

I've made a decision.

D'Artagnan and I,

we love each other.

We're going to build a life together.

(YELPS IN PAIN)

You are my wife

and you will do as I say.

Pack your bags

and be back home today.

If you fail to do as I say,
I shall return later

and drag you there myself.

I owe my life to the diligence
and bravery of your Musketeers.

ANNE: We are all in their debt.

A pity they could not prevent
the Archbishop's death.

No one could have done so.

You were not present, my dear Comte,

so you cannot know the circumstances.

Rochefort, the King was most anxious

that we should present
the Princess with his marriage gift.

Alas, in all the turmoil,
it has not yet been collected.

See to it.

Might I suggest Captain Treville
should have the honour,

despite his unfortunate fall from grace?

There is no more reliable man
in the King's service.

Have a message sent to him.

This way, madame.

I need to speak with you
on an urgent matter.

What matter?

You don't want to
be with me any more, do you?

Something has changed.
-Now is not the time.

If you have anything to say
then say it now and be done.

Our

liaison

cannot continue.

You have too much to lose

and I'm not the man to make you happy.

So,

we must end it for my benefit?

How very selfless of you.

We've had a wonderful time together.

Why don't we wish each other luck
and go our separate ways,

before either one of us is hurt.

Yes.

No one should be hurt.

It is so much the best way.

You agree then?

You're not upset?

You were only ever a diversion,
Aramis.

These things shouldn't be taken
too seriously.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way.

It's a great weight off my mind.

May we...

We part as friends, at least.

Hold me one last time?

I might have loved you once,
if things had been different.

Remember that.

Come here.

What happened? Who did this to you?

Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth.

My husband. I told him.

- I'll kill him.
- No.

D'Artagnan, no, he knows he's lost me.

He hurt you. He hurt you.

No,

he can never hurt me again.

Wait here.

Should I be avoiding windows?

As a precaution.

I thought I was safe here.

As safe as you can be anywhere.

That young woman, Constance,

you're in love with her.

And she is with you.

I can tell.

How wonderful to be in love.

I wish I were.

What about your husband to be?

Is he a good man?

I have no idea.

We meet for the first time
when I get to Sweden.

France's political alliances

are more important
than my personal happiness.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It would be

nice to love as one chooses.

Constance is a lucky woman.

I envy her finding a man Like you.

TREVILLE: Get out! Out!

Let the Comte de Rochefort know
it'll be my pleasure.

MESSENGER: Sir.

TREVILLE: Rochefort treats me
like his errand boy now.

(WHISTLES)

I'm to fetch the Queen's gift
for Princess Louise.

Don't let him humiliate you.

Do you think I should refuse the job?

ATHOS: Deliver this gift directly
to the Queen herself.

Let her see your devotion and loyalty,
even in the face of provocation.

BOY: Come on.

It's you that should have
been a politician.

I never had any talent for such games.

The regiment will need
a new captain soon.

I could recommend you.

I'm finished here.

It's time you all accepted that.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Monsieur Boucher, I am Athos.

I know who you are.

I make it my business to know
the finest swordsmen in France.

So, what can I do for you?

ATHOS: Recognise that?

Yes.

This is my work.

And this?

(CHUCKLES)

Also mine.

You don't find craftsmanship like this
every day.

I'm sure the Archbishop
was very appreciative.

What are you talking about?
Where did you find this bolt?

In the Archbishop's throat.

I had nothing to do with that.

You,

a known dissenter

with a grudge against
the Catholic Church

and a personal connection
to the murder weapon.

You're the last person we'd think of.

I make weapons.

I don't use them.

Then who did you make this for?

That's confidential.

You've just admitted making the weapon
that killed the Archbishop.

PORTHOS: So here's our problem.

Someone has to die
for the Archbishop's murder.

And right now,

we have no other suspects.

All right, wait!

It's one of a matching pair
that I made.

For who?

For myself.

There were 27,000 French citizens
living in La Rochelle.

By the time your King
got finished with us,

there were only 5,000 left.

When the siege ended,

all my weapons were confiscated
and sent to a new home.

That's where this has come from.

What new home?

The Cardinal sent them all
to the Red Guard armoury.

Whoever used this,

came from your own side.

It might have been stolen.

Or the killer was a member
of the Red Guard.

I have more than 500 guards
under my command,

unless you've killed any
in a bar room brawl today.

Do you think you could be
a little more precise

in your accusations?

It doesn't concern you

that there is a traitor
amongst your own men?

It would concern me more
if you had any proof.

This weapon could have found its way
into anyone's hands.

You Musketeers,

you really must give up this ugly habit

of blaming your failures
on everyone else.

Milady de Winter, a moment.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Search her bag.

MILADY: What do you think you're doing?

These were personal gifts
from His Majesty.

Keepsakes.

ROCHEFORT: You leave carrying
only what you arrived with.

You'd be wise not to make
an enemy of me.

Is that a threat?

Merely an observation.

If I ever see you in this palace again,

I'll have you executed

as a thief.

ATHOS: Wait!

- What will you do now?
- Oh, what does it matter to you?

- Listen to me.
- What do you want me to do?

Admit that I am shamed and penniless,
that I have no prospect and no hope.

Well, there you are, it's all true.

Are you happy now, at last?

I get no pleasure
from witnessing your humiliation.

ATHOS: This is everything I have.

Take it and leave Paris.

First, you threaten to kill me

and now it's bribery.

A gift.

There is a difference.

You think I'll accept your charity?

If you have any sense.

I'm not finished yet,
not by any measure.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

TREVILLE: I'm looking for the home
of Monsieur Arnaud.

MAN: Straight ahead.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

WOMAN 1: Sir. Sir. Oh, dear.

WOMAN 2: Help him.

- A moment, milady.
- What is it?

Have we not said enough
to each other today?

ARAMIS: I know, forgive me.
My crucifix is missing.

- You haven't seen it?
- Not recently.

I thought perhaps it might be
in your chambers.

Don't you know where you last had it?

I can't remember. I've grown so used
to having it there, I...

I'd hate to lose it.
It's very important to me.

Why?

It was a gift from a friend.

Close friend, obviously.

It probably came loose
and dropped somewhere.

I'll look for it.

Thank you.

It's Captain Treville. He's been shot.

Move! Out of the room, now!

- Move that chair.
- PORTHOS: Put him on the table.

Gently, gently!

- One, two, three.
- (GRUNTING)

(TREVILLE CHOKING)

ARAMIS: Captain. Captain, it's Aramis.

We're at the garrison.

He was on the rue jacob,
nobody saw the attack.

What was he doing there?

Rochefort's errand.

Collecting the King's gift
from Monsieur Arnaud.

We need a surgeon.

Send for Lemay.

(TREVILLE CHOKING)

LOUISE: Do you think it might be
the same person

who killed the Archbishop?

I don't know.

It could be nothing more
than a coincidence.

You should go to him.

I won't leave you unprotected.
Not for a moment.

You any closer to finding
the Arch bishop's killer?

D'ARTAGNAN: We believe there to be
a connection to the Red Guard.

He might even be
inside the palace itself.

Dear God,

someone close to the King is a traitor.

It's possible.

No harm will come to you.

You have my word.

She told me she would wear it always.

Who did?

You mean the Queen,

don't you?

You think there is a connection
between her and Aramis?

What do you know of that?

Nothing for certain.

Only

the way he looks at her.

The way he should have
looked at me

but never did.

I've said too much.

I'm sorry, it’s just my...

...foolish jealousy.

Watch them.

Watch them every second

and tell me what you discover.

I beg you, please,

leave me be now.

It's far too late for that, Marguerite.

Don't you know that?

Return this to Aramis.

He must suspect nothing.

ARAMIS: He was shot in the back.
The ball's still in there.

Help me lift him.

(GROANING)

LEMAY: You're right,
there is no exit wound.

His uniform must have blunted
the shot's impact.

He's lucky.

(TREVILLE GASPING)

He's struggling for air.
Most probably the ball damaged his lung.

Our first task is to find
and remove it.

ARAMIS: I have some practise
with musket wounds.

I bow to your superior experience.

This won't be pretty, Constance,
you don't have to stay.

Doctor Lemay asked me to assist him.

Madame Bonacieux's help
will be invaluable.

She's already saved one life
I might have lost.

LEMAY: Boiling water.

I've already cleaned the wound.

It's not for him.
It's for my equipment.

I find that if I bathe my instruments
in boiling water first,

my patients have a much greater chance
of fighting off infection.

I have no idea why.

I believe it is a blessing from God.

(TREVILLE GASPING)

(COUGHING)

LEMAY: Ready?

All right. Hold him.

(SCREAMING)

(RASPY BREATHING)

(GASPING)

There is fluid in his lung.

- We have to drain it.
- How?

Much the same way
one would drain a keg of wine.

My skills are exhausted.
He's your patient now.

I need him on his back.

(GROANING)

Shh, shh, shh.

LEMAY: Be ready to catch the blood.

(TREVILLE COUGHING)

Are you sure this will work?

LEMAY: I have not had occasion
to perform this operation before,

but the principle is sound,

in theory.

(GROANING)

Take this.

The tube.

(RASPY BREATHING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Secure that with a dressing.

Let all the fluid drain out
before stitching the wound.

Your captain should make
a speedy recovery now.

You saved his life.

It was a team effort.

But, yes.

I believe we did.

Whoever did this to the Captain

is going to have to
deal with me personally.

PORTHOS: Where are you going?

To find out more about this gift.

Whoever shot him knew where to find him.

PORTHOS: You stay here.

ATHOS: That's our captain's blood.

Monsieur Arnaud!

- Where is he?
- The Master is painting.

He left orders not to be disturbed.

SERVANT: Is he dead?

Master?

Whoever killed him came in through here

and probably left the same way.

SERVANT: The painting is gone!

What painting?

The portrait of Princess Louise
of Mantua.

It was to be a wedding gift
from the King.

Find the preparatory sketches.

The Chancellor will be arriving shortly.

Be ready to greet him
and escort him inside.

Well, what are you waiting for?

What about the Princess?

She will be under
my personal protection.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in, D'Artagnan.

Not D'Artagnan, I'm afraid.

PORTHOS: This isn't the woman
we're guarding at the Palace.

No wonder they stopped Treville
delivering the picture.

The deception would have been uncovered
the moment anyone saw it.

But if she isn't Princess Louise,
then who is she?

And why did they try
to kill her this morning?

The Archbishop was always the target.

And the fake Louise must have
been in on the plan.

But why assassinate a man of God?

The Archbishop wasn’t just a priest.

He was also a senior member
of the King's Council.

So is Chancellor Dupre.

He's on his way to the Louvre
for the Council meeting.

He thinks he's safe there.

My congratulations.

I had to stop myself laughing out loud,

the way you had the Musketeers
fawning all over you.

I was convincing, wasn't I?

A Princess to the manor born.

Have you disposed of de Barville's body?

ROCHEFORT:
Thanks to your friend, Francesco,

he will be at the bottom
of the Seine by now.

Two down, one to go.

The Chancellor will enter the palace
by the west gate.

You'll have all the time you need.

The Musketeers will not be expecting
an attack from behind them.

Please tell my wife
I've come to collect her.

And tell her to hurry.

She can make her apologies
to the Queen later.

Wait in here.

PORTHOS: Out of the way!

Constance...

My apologies, monsieur.

JACQUES: It is I who must apologise.

I thought you were my wife,
Madame Bonacieux.

Ah, you are Constance's husband.

I am Bonacieux, the finest
cloth merchant in Paris.

LOUISE: Then it's you I'm looking for.

She asked me to tell you
she will meet you at home.

- She did?
- Mmm.

She said you were most
commanding with her this morning.

You clearly know
how to handle women, monsieur.

Then I shall go.

LOUISE: No wonder Constance
is in love with D'Artagnan.

If I wasn't so busy,
I'd do her the favour

of cutting her husband's throat.

You take up position
in the grounds nearby

in case the Chancellor needs
the coup de grâce.

If that should happen,
I'm unlikely to survive.

Then I had better not miss.

You won't miss.

You never miss.

D'ARTAGNAN: How's the Captain?

ARAMIS: He's in good hands.

- The Chancellor?
- On his way.

(DOOR OPENS)

I forgot my hat.

(GROANS)

I never did like wife heaters.

D'ARTAGNAN: Good afternoon, Chancellor.

ATHOS: Get back inside!

- Take cover!
- Go!

PORTHOS: The assassin's in the palace.
D'ARTAGNAN: Go back inside.

- Up there!
- Go!

You go! Move!

(JACQUES GASPING)

Go, go!

D'ARTAGNAN: Move, move! Now, now!

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)

ATHOS: Go, go, go!

Going after him.

Ya!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

You surrender

or die.

It's over.

You're right,

I am defeated.

(GROANS)

- Princess.
- Drop your weapons.

All of them.

Oh, D'Artagnan,

if I knew we'd met
under different circumstances.

Who are you?

I'm afraid the real Princess Louise

never even made it out of Lombardy.

You mean you killed her?

But on the positive side,

I saved her from a dreadful marriage.

You have no idea how much planning
went into getting me inside the Louvre.

The key to it of course

was winning your protection.

That gave me the freedom I needed.

So, I've done you a favour in return.

What are you talking about?

I like you, D'Artagnan.

That's why I've helped you out.

You and that pretty Constance.

I do so love a happy ending.

Look in the state rooms.

No need to thank me.

Whoever you are, this is over.

You must know that.

(GASPS)

JACQUES: (WEAKLY) Help me.

Ah.

(GROANS)

Don't worry, it's all right.
just breathe. just breathe.

This sits on your conscience.

You and Constance,

you'll never be happy together.

You're doomed.

I curse you both.

Oh.

Not of word of this to Constance.

She must hear it from me.

CONSTANCE:
The Captain's going to be fine.

What is it?

What's happened?
Why won't they look at me?

Tell me.

Whose blood is this?

(FOOTSTEPS)

(LOCK OPENS)

- Who are you?
- I have several names.

You probably know of me
as Milady de Winter.

You must help me.

I'm the King's cousin,
Princess Louise of Mantua

and there has been a terrible mistake.

We both know

your name is Sophia Martinez.

You and your lover, Francesco,

are professional assassins.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I recognised him this morning.

Oh, he's dead by the way.

The Musketeers killed him.

But he'll make a pretty corpse.

As you know who I am,
you also know what I'm capable of.

Who hired you?

What will happen to me

if I tell you?

I'll release you, of course.

Rochefort.

He supplied the weaponry
and identified the targets.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

He's a Spanish spy.

As the Cardinal's man, Madrid knew

he would be perfectly placed
on his return to France.

Spy master Vargas handled it personally.

The Archbishop, the Chancellor...

He's trying to kill his way to the top.

He's determined to remove any rival
for the King's trust and affection.

Now,

I told you what you wanted to know.

Now let me go.

You're going to kill me.

I wasn't until a moment ago.

But now,

I think it's best.

Let me shut your mouth for good.

(GROANING)

Oh, hush.

Hush, now.

It'll soon be over.

Where was it?

MARGUERITE: Lying in a corridor.

Must have simply fallen off.

I'll be more careful in future.

Just as well I found it.

You never know what trouble
it might have caused.

TREVILLE: Who were they really,

the bogus Princess Louise

and her footman?

Hired assassins.

But who hired them?

With both of them dead,
we may never know.

You have no idea who killed her?

She was under the protection
of the Red Guards.

Rochefort can't lay that one
at our doorstep.

Athos,

would you give us a moment, please?

Earlier on,

when I thought I was going to die,

I realised

I didn't want to leave this world

with any secrets

on my conscience.

Give me a little time
to regain my strength

and I will tell you everything
you want to know

about your father.

I can wait.

Assassins at large in my own palace.

Archbishop Jacqueme dead,

the Duc de Barville missing.

The world has gone mad.

The danger is over, Your Majesty.

The assassins are dead.

But sadly, so is your treaty.

Poor Louise.

But, I suppose we can always find

someone else to marry
our Swedish friend.

Indeed, sir. I'll see to it.

You have handled this matter
with great skill, Rochefort.

I'm impressed.

The post of First Minister

has been vacant long enough.

I want you to fill it.

This is too great an honour,
Your Majesty.

I have already signed the order.

I will hear no argument.

As Your Majesty commands.

LEVESQUE: Yah!

Martina, come on!

You want to know if I'm your father.

Porthos needs your loyalty now,
more than ever.

I'm not safe anywhere.

Your Majesty, don't let Rochefort
stop you seeing the King.

If Aramis slept with the Queen,
it would be treason.

She was murdered.

I didn't come hereto cause a fight.

(GROANING)

He has to find out for himself.

I don't think you understand
the game, mans/ear.

I understand very well!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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