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(COCKEREL CROWS)

(BIRDSONG)

(DOG BARKS)

(CHEERING)

Wait, wait.

(LOW CHATTER)

(CROWD CHEERS)

Don't worry.
He's made this shot a hundred times.

He's drunk.

ATHOS: He's never made it sober.

(PISTOL COCKS)

MEN: Five, four,

three, two,

one!

(CHEERING)

Ha-ha-ha!

(LOW CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

How about we try it blindfold?

(PANTS)

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Take him!

Musketeers.

Always good for a little street theatre.

(PANTS) It's not what it looks like.

No?

So, what is it, then? Hmm?

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
- Hey!

- (MUSIC CONTINUES)
- Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh-hey!

Oh-hey!

- (KEYS JINGLE)
- (LOW CHATTER)

(MAN SCREAMS)

You must remember something.

The dead man. Do you know who he was?

- Where you... met him?
- ATHOS: You didn't kill him.

Is there anything you need?

- (MAN SCREAMS)
- A decent lawyer.

There's been a misunderstanding.
We'll clear it up.

And you never know.
We-we... we might get lucky with the judge.

I think it's quite clear
what happened here.

Your Honour, if I might say something?

We'll come to you, Captain Treville.

(MURMURING)

Well.

What do you have to say for yourself?

(MURMURING)

It was my birthday.

The party was over, so I took a walk.

(MUTTERS)

Ah.

- And what did you do on this "walk"?
- I, um...

...admired the beauty and the serenity
of Paris after dark.

(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

(SLURS) What brings your sort
to this part of town?

I grew up around here.

It's my birthday.

Many happy returns!

How old are you?

No idea.

I don't know when I was born.

This is just the day I picked
when I was a kid.

One day is as good as another
to celebrate.

(CHUCKLES)

Get this fine lady a drink.

JUDGE: What happened next?

I don't exactly recall.

I must have fallen asleep.

To wake alongside a dead man
with a bullet in his head?

Yes.

And you claim to have no idea
how that happened?

Porthos du Vallon
is a man of fine reputation,

A good soldier and a Musketeer
of many years' standing.

JUDGE: Du Vallon?

Another of these fellows
who adopts a noble name

so he can play the gentleman?

I know many born gentlemen
who could not hold a candle to Porthos.

Let me tell you something
that life has taught me, Captain!

You can dress your dog in a fine suit...

- Oh...
- ...but once a mongrel,

- always a mongrel.
- (MURMURING)

A man lies dead, murdered!

An example must be made!

Porthos du Vallon...

...I find you guilty
and sentence you to death.

- (GASPING)
- Sentence to be carried out immediately.

This is irregular, sir!
I will lodge an appeal with the King.

That is your right, Captain.
Take this man to the gallows.

(PORTHOS GROANS)

Delay them.

Strap him to the cart!

(PISTOL SHOTS OUTSIDE)

Get off!

Athos.

D'ARTAGNAN: Porthos!

MAN: Musketeers! Go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

ATHOS: The mark of a criminal.

I know where they're heading.

(LOW CHATTER)

(HORSES SNORT)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(KNOCKING AND HAMMERING)

- Why are they doing that?
- It's a warning.

Do nothing, unless you're attacked.

- So, where are we?
- The Court of Miracles.

ARAMIS: This is too dangerous.
We should turn back.

What about Porthos?

ARAMIS: He'll be safe for now.

He has friends here.

LOUIS: How do you propose
to build a shining new city

if we leave the filthiest part of Paris
untouched?

Sire, the Court of Miracles is a miniature
kingdom of professional thieves,

highway robbers, whores and beggars.

I know what
the Court of Miracles is, Cardinal.

All the more reason to get rid of it.

The inhabitants of the Court
are violent and feral.

Persuading them to join
the march of progress is no easy task.

They remain strongly attached
to their depravity.

Then they must be taught otherwise.

The Court should be one of the first
districts cleared for rebuilding.

The matter is in hand, Your Majesty.

I'm glad to hear it.

A modern capital city for a modern France.

It will be my legacy to a grateful nation.

TREVILLE: Your Majesty!

Ah, Treville.

One of my Musketeers is...

Mistook a man's head for a melon
and shot it off.

It is the talk of Paris.

Surely there are safer forms
of target practice, Captain!

The facts of the case are as yet unclear.

Your Majesty, I'm here
to plead for a stay of execution

until such time
as I can prove his innocence.

I know Porthos. He did not do this.

What do you think, Cardinal?

About this whole melancholy business!

RICHELIEU: I think you should grant
the stay, Your Majesty,

until such time as this murderer can be
retrieved from the Court of Miracles

where he has fled to escape justice.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Porthos was an orphan,
born and raised here.

Amongst thieves?

- He never said a word.
- Little touchy about it.

So, why do they call it
the Court of Miracles?

Because entering it...

- opens the eyes of blind men...
- (BLADE RINGS)

...and gives more cripples the use
of their legs than our Lord ever did.

(DOG BARKS NEARBY)

Buy an instrument.
You have the hands of a musician.

I'm going in to find him.

Look, Porthos was drunk.

I'm sure it was an accident,
but... what if he's guilty?

This is Porthos.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

ATHOS: Go to the Wren.
See what you can find out.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

(GASPS AND GRUNTS)

Charon.

Do that again, I'll break your leg.

It's been a while, huh?

Are you not glad to be back?

Yeah, of course.

- Why?
- Cos we are still friends.

Though you forgot about us
a long time ago.

I didn't forget.

(GRUNTS)

You really don't remember
whether you killed that man?

No more idea than you.

- You seem disappointed.
- I have a reputation to think of.

People here believe
I just saved the life of a murderer.

Maybe you did.

Are you the king here now?

(SNORTS)

A king of sorts.

(SLURS) Is it raining Musketeers outside?

I'm guessing you saw my friend here.

Yes.

Tall, better-looking than you.

There's no accounting for taste.
Did you talk to him?

He bought me a drink.

He was a gentleman.

And did you notice anything unusual?

There was an argument
involving a young man.

Did you know this young man?

Never seen him before.

He didn't look the type to drink here.

Now I look properly,
I can see you're the handsome one.

(GOAT BLEATS)

Where's the blood?

I saw a man take a musket ball
in a street fight once. Pff!

Contents of his skull
painted a pretty picture all around.

And yet there's not a drop of blood...
or a shard of bone.

He wasn't shot here.

Perhaps we should pay a call
on the victim himself.

See what he has to say about it.

Here we wash the cadavers
and remove the internal organs.

After the body has been salted and stuffed
with straw to prevent bad odours,

it will be put on display
until somebody identifies it.

Not necessary in this case.

Nuremberg egg.
Portable timekeeping. Expensive.

Jean de Mauvoisin, a son of the nobility.

A tragedy indeed.

- Put the key down. It's evidence.
- ARAMIS: One question.

- The victim was shot in the head, right?
- Yes.

- Why carve him up?
- This is science.

We can learn a great deal
from a fresh cadaver.

ARAMIS: Oh, I see.

- The pistol was close.
- Conjecture.

Based on extensive experience
on the battlefield.

Hardly a clinical observation.

Well, killing is not an exact science,
Monsieur, but a messy business.

And, as soldiers,

it is our business.

The killer was no more than a foot away
when the shot was fired.

This was no accident.

It was murder.

(LOW CHATTER)

MAN: That's for sure.

MAN 2: Yeah, well, I want to see
the money, that's what I want to do...

Flea! Is that you?

All these years, never one letter.

How d'you know I learned to write? Hmm?

(HE CHUCKLES)

You two are together now.

Ah, it makes sense.

(CLEARS THROAT AND SNIFFS)
I'm happy for you.

CHARON: You had your chance, Porthos.

If you wanted Flea,
you should have taken her with you.

You think I didn't try?

(CHUCKLES)

Rest now.
Tomorrow we'll get you out of here.

Every minute you stay
increases the risk to us all.

MAN: Charon.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- I'll be back.

We've got a visitor.

You forgot about us.

I didn't fit here.

We should get you out of those clothes.

Someone might mistake you for a gentleman
and slit your throat.

And watch where you lay your eyes.

(CHATTER)

(PISTOL COCKS)

I'm looking for Porthos.

- He's safe.
- Then take me to him.

He doesn't want to see you.

Give him a message.
Tell him his friends will clear his name.

You left him to die.
We saved him. His real friends.

Friends who'd murder each other
for the sake of a coin.

Escort him out of here.

- (GRUNTS)
- And forget about Porthos.

He's with us now.

The de Mauvoisins were once
amongst the great families of France.

They've fallen on hard times of late.

But Emile de Mauvoisin
is still in the King's inner circle.

What was his son doing

- drinking in a place like the Wren?
- (FOOTSTEPS)

No trace of Porthos,
but I ran into a friend of his.

He thinks that we left him to hang,
that we abandoned him.

Porthos fought harder than any of us
to become a Musketeer.

He wouldn't give us up that lightly.

Start by making a call
on Monsieur de Mauvoisin.

Find out what kind of company
his son kept.

(BIRDSONG)

I can see from your faces
this is serious business.

Do you come on behalf of the King?

ATHOS: Our duty
is of a more personal nature.

Then speak, please.

My son.

My God, what has he done?

- It's not what he's done, sir.
- He's injured?

Dead.

- How?
- ARAMIS: He was shot.

A Musketeer stands accused of his murder.
We believe him innocent.

Can you think of any reason
why someone would kill your son?

Any grudge or argument?

Jeanie...

...was a man of conscience and honour,
he had no enemies.

May we see your son's rooms?

He did not live... here.

He...

took lodgings on Rue Calbert
a few months ago.

ATHOS: If you think of anything at all,
please let us know.

That boy.

- What if I did kill him?
- If I killed someone, I'd know.

Either way,
we have to get you out of Paris.

It's that or you hang.

(SIGHS) You know I'm grateful.

But maybe I should stay here in Paris,
clear my name.

FLEA: The risk is too great,
for you and us.

Unless you don't care
about this place any more?

(SNORTS) You always did
whatever Flea told you.

FLEA: Except when I begged him to stay.

All rig ht.

I'll go.

Thank you.

I've ordered the celebration for tomorrow.

The people here need a distraction
from their misery.

It's the perfect cover for you
to slip away, get out of France.

- (BIRDSONG)
- (LOW CHATTER)

Bit down-market for a de Mauvoisin.

The family's bankrupt,
been living off borrowed money for years.

D'ARTAGNAN: Huh.

No.

(PISTOL COCKS)

- You could always try knocking.
- That's true.

(DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)

(HORSE WHINNIES OUTSIDE)

- (FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
- (PISTOL COCKS)

(GROANS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Whoever he was,
he was keen to cover his tracks.

Most of this is burned beyond recognition.

A page from a Protestant hymnal.

What would a Catholic
like de Mauvoisin want with that?

Never mind about that. What would he want
with 6,00olbs of gunpowder?

Bought from a mill outside the city
three weeks ago. It carries his signature.

Sermons Ana' Prayers by Pastor Ferrand.

- Who's that?
- A well-known Huguenot preacher.

Jean's father is known
for his hatred of the Protestant faith.

Perhaps the boy was a radical.

He was planning to blow up
this pastor's church.

People have done worse
in the name of religion.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You.

You were the best thief here.

And you enjoyed it.

Ah, maybe.

Yeah, the thrill, the danger.

The brotherhood.

Ah, and then I found those things
somewhere else.

A brotherhood with honour.

So, there's no honour amongst thieves?

- No, that's not what I meant.
- Your Musketeer brothers.

Where are they?

And where were they?
At the Chételet this morning.

They're my friends, Charon.

Yeah, you believe that
if it makes you happy.

- (GASPS)
- What's wrong?

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

I remembered something from last night.

The boy.

The one who... who was killed.
He was there.

At the Wren. I saw him.

- Arguing with someone.
- Who?

(PANTS AND GROANS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Charon's busy, and lose your mask.

I need to clear my head.

If I can just remember what happened!

Perhaps you don't want to.

I mean, if you did kill that boy...

Flea's right!

I would remember,
no matter how much I drank.

(SNORTS)

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Why would someone try to kill you?

How do you know
it was me he was aiming at?

(PANTS)

- (BELLS CHIME)
- (DOVES COO)

Religion without art
is so much less... seductive.

In this church,
we worship God, not beauty.

Well, at least the Catholic faith
allows us a little joy before we die.

But we Protestants will have joy eternal
at God's right hand, while you...

Roast in Satan's inferno.

As all benighted heretics must.

Surely even Huguenots believe in windows.

The stained glass was removed.
We do not have the money to replace it.

If you wish to make a contribution,
the collection plate is behind me.

(CHUCKLES)

Where did you serve?

Too many hellholes to recall.

You killed Catholics?

Not specifically. I fought for money.

And then you found God.

He found me.

Did you know jean de Mauvoisin?

Well, he's dead.

The poor boy.

I will pray for his soul. How did he die?

He was shot.

Did you kill him?

Why would [do such a thing?

Maybe because he was a Catholic

who intended to blow
your Protestant church to kingdom come.

(CHUCKLES)

And why is that funny?

Jean was not a Catholic. He was
a committed member of this congregation.

A Huguenot?

Well, his father is a prominent Catholic,

a man who hates Huguenots
and urges the King to act against them.

Monsieur de Mauvoisin only converted
to Catholicism to win favour at court.

Before him, the family
were Protestant for generations.

Jean didn't find selling his conscience
as easy as his father did.

(BOLT CLICKS)

ARAMIS: There's something
he's not telling us.

It's hard... for a man
to see his son die before him.

It strikes a blow forward into time.

I'd hoped to witness jean
restore our family's greatness...

...and now...

A license for the purchase of gunpowder,
signed by your son.

What was jean involved in?

Well, it's possible he was plotting
with other Huguenot fanatics

to attack Catholics.

(SOFTLY) My God.

How many times did I beg him

to break with Pastor Ferrand
and that nest of vipers?

Perhaps he had second thoughts...
and broke with the other plotters.

Whatever my son did...

...I forgive him.

Oh, don't worry. I'm an old hand at this.

- (FLESH SQUELCHES)
- (GROANS)

(PANTS)

Right.

(CHARON CRIES OUT)

Suppose you're right
and the shot was intended for me?

- Who'd go to all the trouble?
- The Cardinal.

His guards can't reach you,
so he sends a trained killer.

A shooting in some low dive
in the worst part of Paris?

- It doesn't add up.
- Aaah! Aaah!

(GASPS)

Why did you abandon us, Porthos?

I wanted more.

- Why didn't you come with me?
- I always felt right here.

I belong. It wasn't like that for you.
I saw that.

So, I let you go because I loved you.

Me? You chose Charon.

He feels the same way I do about
this place, and I admire him for that.

Admire? Oh. I thought you loved him.

One thing I'd forgotten.

What an idiot you are.

ATHOS: Try that key again.

(LOCK RATTLES)

- A bomb-making factory?
- No.

- A printing press.
- D'ARTAGNAN: Hey.

It's ink.

- Not in this one.
- There's the gunpowder.

FERRAND: What are you doing here?

There are three of us, Pastor.

Then you are outnumbered.
I have God on my side.

Oh, I do hope he's good with a sword.

You lied to us. You were in a conspiracy
with jean de Mauvoisin.

Conspiracy? I have a large congregation.

This printing press is the only way
I can stay in touch with them.

Do you use gunpowder instead of ink?

As God is my witness,

this has nothing to do
with me or my church.

I preach reconciliation, not hatred.

Someone intended to blow up your church,
probably during a service.

Catholics?

Is it possible jean was lying to you
about his beliefs,

That he infiltrated your church
in order to destroy it?

Jean was no turncoat

and he was a gentle soft-hearted boy,
not an assassin.

Then why did he need
a dozen barrels of gunpowder?

Huh...

This is jean’s name.

But it's not his handwriting.
It's his father's.

All those years ago...

...you should have told me
the way you felt.

Would it have made any difference?

We were on different paths even then.

So, what's this, then? Hmm? Nostalgia?

Charon can't know about this.

(HE SIGHS)

- I don't want to hurt him.
- Hmm.

I told you to watch
where you put your eyes.

Too late for that.

Don't get ideas.
After tomorrow, you'll be gone.

There's a whole world out there, you know.
You'd be good in it.

You're the smartest woman I've ever met.

If I'm so smart,
what am I doing here with you?

(BIRDSONG)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Open it.

Treville needs to see this.

Looking at this map is like gazing at
a beautiful face with an ugly wart on it.

It's hard to see the beauty
for the imperfection.

DE MAUVOISIN: After today,
the blemish will be gone for ever.

And you can rely on your agent in this?

Completely.
He hates the Court as much as I.

What of its people?

As many as possible will be exterminated.

Those that survive may find
some other hole to crawl into.

Your ally within the Court is aware
of your plan to kill its people?

I have my own men to deal with that.

Besides, it is an act of mercy to
put an end to their miserable existence.

Your compassion for the poor
brings tears to my eyes(!)

Don't ask me to feel sorry
for beggars and thieves.

A hundred years ago, my family
was amongst the greatest in the land.

Now I can barely afford
to pay my butcher's bill.

Once the Court is razed to the ground,

the de Mauvoisin fortunes
will be restored overnight.

And you will have the King's gratitude,
by helping to build a new model Paris,

assuming everything goes as you expect.

I have sacrificed too much to fail now.

(RAISED VOICES AND LAUGHTER)

What's this?

What's a celebration
without something to drink?

This is good stuff.
Where did it come from?

Friends.

Must have cost a fortune.

Where's Porthos?

I don't know.

Thought you might have seen him.
You two have got so much to catch up on.

Help yourselves! Drinks are on your king!

(CHEERING)

Charon!

Where's Charon? Charon? Where is Charon?

Charon!

- (GASPS)
- Pack a bag.

Now. You and I,
we're leaving this dung heap for ever.

Are you drunk?
It's Porthos that's leaving.

Are you going with him?

Is that what you planned
in bed together last night?

Or were you too busy
getting to know each other again?

- Charon, it's not what you think.
- I saved Porthos for this?!

To watch him steal you from me?

- I don't belong to you or him!
- Look, the Court is finished!

By tomorrow morning,
it'll be nothing but a heap of ashes.

- What are you talking about?
- Flea.

Just trust me. We have to go.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

You need to see this.

Both of you.

All these are for houses
inside the Court of Miracles.

All bought for a pittance within
the last few months, hundreds of them.

But no rents have been collected
in the Court for decades.

Why buy something that's worthless?

TREVILLE: The land these houses occupy
covers most of the Court.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- The paper value is immense,

if there was a way to make them pay.

A business mind like yours is wasted
in the Musketeers, Captain Treville.

You're right.

If the Court wasn't there,
that land would be worth a king's ransom.

Who knows when it might prove
a wise investment?

And, by the way, this search is illegal.

I suggest you leave
before I inform the Cardinal.

Did you forge this in your son's name?

It's a simple matter
to compare the two signatures.

I'll ask you again.

Is this your handwriting?

Yes.

Acquiring gunpowder without
a valid license is an act of sedition,

punishable by death.

At first we thought
this was about attacking Protestants,

the fanatical convert proving
his loyalty to a Catholic king.

But it never had anything to do
with religion, did it?

This was about greed, pure and simple.

ATHOS: You're planning to destroy
the Court of Miracles.

D'ARTAGNAN: But you must
have had help on the inside.

No-one could have moved
that amount of gunpowder into the Court

without being seen.

When is the plan to be executed?

At midday.

You're too late.
My men are already at the Court.

I'll light the fuses.

Keep guard
and kill anyone that gets in our way.

Here...

Gunpowder?

Yeah, the fuses have all been primed.
Someone's gonna blow this place to hell.

- The Cardinal?
- Perhaps.

But there are hundreds of people
living here, women, children.

There's something else, Charon.

I didn't kill that boy.

When I left the Wren, he was already dead.

The killer was standing over him.

(GUNSHOT)

(SHOUTS AND SCREAMS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

TREVILLE: It was you who planted
the gunpowder in Pastor Ferrand's church.

Ferrand poisoned my son against me.

Poisoned?

Thanks to him, jean lacked the resolve
to do what had to be done.

He was too worried for his precious soul.

He refused to buy the gunpowder.
I had to obtain it in his name.

You deliberately incriminated him.

He betrayed his family!

He actually felt sorry
for that filth in the Court.

Who really killed him?

I did.

When I find out who the old man was,
I can prove my innocence.

I can't leave Paris now.

Let's get these fuses cut,
make the gunpowder safe.

- (PISTOL COCKS)
- CHARON: Step away.

Charon?

You were in the wrong place
at the wrong time, Porthos.

Why did you have to go back to the Wren?

The old man, he argued with his son.

He shot him.

And there you were, the perfect scapegoat.

So, why save me from the noose?

We ran these streets together.

So much changes.

Everything becomes...

...complicated and compromised,
but not that.

Not brotherhood. Loyalty.

Well, I couldn't leave you to hang.

But what does the gunpowder
have to do with any of this?

The old man bought up all the land here.
He paid me to smuggle it in.

(SHE GASPS)

There's more after the job's done -
a lot more.

And you were gonna blow this place up?

I deserve better than this, Flea.

I just need a bit of money,
a fair chance like everyone else.

But this is our home!

I'm sick of it!

(SCOFFS) The... the dirt!

The disease! The poverty!

Human beings
rooting in filth like animals!

- They're poor, that's all!
- This Court is finished!

The people here are doomed.

I don't want to leave you here, Flea.

Come with me.

If you love me, don't do this.

(SOFTLY) Last chance.

- Him or me.
- That's not a choice!

CHARON: You always loved him.

(SOFTLY) I was just all that was left.

No.

(SCREAMS)

(SHE GASPS)

Go.

Go. I'll be fine.

Charon!

(RAISED VOICES)

ATHOS: De Mauvoisin's men! Get them!

(MEN CRY OUT)

They mustn't get to the gunpowder!

Hey!

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTING AND SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

Where is Porthos?

- (GROANS)
- Where is he?

Aah!

Ah!

(GASPS)

Hey!

(GASPS)

You.

Porthos followed Charon
towards the main chamber.

(GASPS) I'll be fine. Save Porthos.

That way!

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

12 o'clock and no explosions.

There won't be any now, Monsieur.

It's over.

You murdered your son in vain.

(PORTHOS PANTS)

Welcome to my empire of dust.

Flea loves this place.

I never understood it.
Who'd settle for this?

You didn't.

You should have come with me
all those years ago, Charon.

I wanted Flea!

I thought with you being gone
that she'd be mine.

But she never was.

Not really.

I don't want to fight you, Charon.

Leave now.

I won't come looking.

(GROWLS)

I'm not like you, Charon.

That's why I left.

I'm a Musketeer.

Porthos!

(SNARLS)

Look out!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

I told you, Porthos.

I told you I was get...

...getting out.

My full confession,
completely exonerating your Musketeer.

I have a brother who will inherit
my place as head of the family.

Perhaps he will do a better job than me...

...of restoring this once noble house.

Fimile de Mauvoisin,
it is my duty to arrest you.

That won't be necessary.
You will lend me your pistol.

Whatever you may think of my actions,
I ama gentleman.

(PISTOL COCKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(CHATTER)

- Are you all right?
- I'll survive.

- Hmm.
- (DOG BARKS)

Charon, um...

he didn't want to kill you.

He loved you.

What now?

You could come with me.

You could stay here.

(HE CLEARS HIS THROAT)

We live in different worlds, you and me.

I belong with my friends,
and... you with yours.

You know it's doomed, this place?

It's only a matter of time

before the Cardinal gets around
to destroying your world.

And that's not true of yours?

Let's just enjoy what we have
while we have it.

(SHE SIGHS)

Mm.

Good bye, Porthos.

Maybe I'll come and... walk amongst
the beggars and whores sometime.

Then you'd better watch your purse.

Ah, she's good.

You took your damn time getting here.

- We would never let you hang.
- Of course not.

And if we had, the funeral
would have been... beautiful.

ATHOS: We came looking.

Charon said you were having such
a good time, you didn't want to see us.

PORTHOS: Be honest.

Did any of you think I did it?

Never even crossed my mind.

Did you ever think we'd abandoned you?

Never.

(HORSE SNORTS)

(CHUCKLING)

Come on, let's get the hell out of here.

I swear I'll kill you. Who are you?

My name is Aramis,
of the King's Musketeers.

Advance!

So, you're the one all this fuss is about?

- I demand to see the King.
- Mother.

One thing you need to learn, d'Artagnan -
don't get involved.

MARIE: You know! could use
a man of your talents.

RICHELIEU:
Are you making me a proposition?

- Make your choice now, Cardinal.
- ARAMIS: Have you got this?

Absolutely.

ATHOS: If you'd told us
what you were doing,

we might have been able
to plan this properly.

- Sorry.
- No, no, let's keep it suicidal.