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Your Majesty! Down, down,
down, down, down, down!

You assured me Gallagher could do this.

Instead I find the Queen is still alive.

The mercenaries were hired
by Count Mellendorf. Makes no sense.

RICHELIEU: Mellendorf is here
seeking a husband for his daughter.

If the Queen were out of the way,
the King would be free to marry again.

(HISSES) I cannot believe
you slept with the Queen!

Who would dare to attack my queen?

This isn't the work of Mellendorf.
It's something much bigger.

That flower is the signature of a woman
who works for the Cardinal.

- (DOG BARKS)
- (GRUNTS)

- (HORSE WHINNIES)
- (LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

- (RAISED VOICES)
- (GLASS BREAKING)

- (GUN COCKS)
- (DOG BARKING)

(BLADE RINGS)

(SHE GASPS)

Time to pay for your crimes, "Milady".

(LOW CHATTER)

How many times have you
cleaned those pistols tonight?

Respect your weapon,
and it'll respect you.

Another thing you need to learn
if you want to be a good Musketeer.

All right, just so I know,

this whole "d'Artagnan
the apprentice Musketeer" thing,

- how long does it last?
- Well, as long as it's funny.

(scoffs)

(DOG BARKING)

Athos.

He's taken a woman hostage.
He's threatening to kill her.

Clear! Get away! Back! Stand away!

Athos!

- (SHE GASPS)
- Athos.

Let her go.

She is a liar... and a murderer.

And... she is the Cardinal's spy.

(SHE GASPS)

And she is my wife.

(MILADY GASPS)

- (SHE GROANS)
- ARAMIS: Athos, my friend.

You're drunk.
Just release her and we can talk.

D'Artagnan, help me. He's gone mad.

You know her?

(DOG BARKING)

So, she is
your mysterious benefactor?

- Are you lovers too?
- Once, before I knew you.

(SHE GASPS)

- You slept with her?
- You don't understand.

- (SHE SOBS)
- You kept the truth from me.

Athos, I swear I didn't know.
I didn't know.

Well, now you must choose, d'Artagnan.

If you help her, you're not fit
to call yourself a Musketeer.

- I can't let you murder her.
- MILADY: D'Artagnan.

Help me.

Hey! Let's talk about this, Athos!
Put her down!

Stop this at once! That is an order!

(SHE SOBS)

- D'Artagnan!
- No!

- (RAISED VOICES)
- You fool!

(WHISPERING)
Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
- Hey!

- (MUSIC CONTINUES)
- Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh-hey!

Oh-hey!

CHARLOTTE: My father stands accused
of the attempted murder of the Queen.

For three months he has languished
in Your Majesty's prison,

an innocent man, falsely suspected.

I warn you,
if Count Mellendorf is executed,

his many friends and family in Sweden
and Prussia will not stand idly by.

Do you dare to threaten the King
in his own court?

I... I make no threats. I...

I... I simply beg Your Majesty to hear
a loving daughter's plea for justice.

You may rest assured, dear Charlotte...

...we will discover the truth.

What a handsome girl!
So good with the dogs.

Do you know, she brought down
a full-grown stag with a single shot?

However...

...we believe that there is more to
this terrible business than meets the eye.

We have no conclusive evidence
of Count Mellendorf's involvement.

Yes, apart from his signed confession.

Signed under duress.

Well, what about the letter in his name

promising the mercenary Gallagher
safe passage to Germany?

Unsigned. It could easily be a forgery.

Conflict with Prussia and Sweden is
a high price to pay if there's any doubt.

RICHELIEU: Your Majesty must send

a strong message to those
who would meddle in France's affairs.

Mellendorf is guilty!
He should be executed without delay.

We will take no rash action
until further enquiries have been made.

Your Majesty is making a mistake.

The King does not make mistakes,
Cardinal! You forget yourself!

(OTHERS WHISPERING)

- What do they know?!
- Nothing for certain.

I am not prepared to rely
upon that ignorance!

No-one has identified me or proved either
of us has any connection with Gallagher.

For your sake, I hope you're right.

But I fear you've been distracted lately.

What, do you think I don't know about
your little public adventure last night?

How is your charming husband?

Drunk.

I was lucky to escape with my life.

Well, don't get too attached to it. Your
head will be on the block before mine.

You should have more faith. I've been
working tirelessly to further your aims.

- Effort is of no use to me, only results!
- (SHE GASPS)

I want... Athos and his friends...
silenced for good.

Musketeers don't die easily.

A charming sentiment.

Now...

...can you kill them or not?

If that's what you want.

This is your last chance.

I suggest you take it.

(HE PANTS)

(GASPS)

(GUN COCKS)

I could blow your brains out now
and never think of you again.

I'm guessing you didn't bring me here
just to shoot me.

Well, the question is, can I trust you?

I saved your life.

(GUN CLICKS)

The shot grazed your ribs.

A few inches to the right,
and Athos would have killed you.

It was an accident.

- Was it?
- Yes.

You saw the look on his face
when he found out about us.

He hated you. They all did.

Your so-called friends.

They left you to bleed to death
in the square.

Why didn't you tell me you were his wife?

Never came up.

The Cardinal is my patron and protector.

He could be yours too.

I hate the Cardinal.

That's childish talk.

Cut your losses.

D'Artagnan.

There is no future for you
in the Musketeers.

I don't believe that.

Believe that, then.

The last time I was in your bed, you
murdered a man and blamed me for it.

I promise I haven't murdered
anyone yet... today.

Tell me what really happened
between you and Athos.

- (LOW CHATTER)
- (HAMMERING)

(PANTS)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

- (DOG BARKING)
- Where is he?

Where is d'Artagnan?

He's not here.

- Tell me he isn't dead.
- There's been no news since last night.

Why would he fight with Athos?

It was over a woman.

Milady de Winter?

(SIGHS)

This is my fault.

I drove him into her arms.

Constance.

Why don't you go home?
If we hear anything, we'll let you know.

I promise.

She's upset.

- She loves him.
- Well, she said she didn't.

- And you believe that?
- He did.

You only have to look at her.
She loves him all right.

I was born poor.

I was a thief and a pickpocket.

But everything changed
when I married Athos.

I lied about my past
to protect our happiness.

But his brother...

...Thomas...

was mad with desire for me.

He tried to force me.

I had no choice.

I killed him.

But I did it for love.

Athos was blind to the truth.

Because he discovered I was once a thief,
he decided I must also be a murderer.

This is what he did...

...to preserve his honour and status.

You once said you would kill
the man who did this to me.

You want me to kill Athos?

You don't know him as I do.
He will never forgive you.

I will not murder my best friend.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Madame. I've come to see d'Artagnan.

This won't take long.

What do you want, Captain?

Athos has made it clear he can
never serve at your side again.

I cannot allow such dissent
within the ranks.

I'm sorry, but your future lies elsewhere.

What?

Resign your commission quickly,

and I'll see no dishonour
is attached to your name.

No! I don't deserve this.
What have I done wrong?

I have not come here to judge you.

I simply have to make a choice, and Athos
is the finest soldier in the regiment.

I choose him.

There is nothing more to be said.

You were right about him.
I should have listened.

Be in the town square at midday.

You'll get what you want.

- (HAMMERING METAL)
- (LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

Well, well, well!

Where you been?

In bed, injured.

You weren't alone, I think.
How is Madame de la Chapelle?

Or is it Milady de Winter?
Ah, I lose track.

She was well, last time I saw her,
no thanks to her loving husband.

I see you've risen from the grave.

You failed to kill me,
if that's what you're referring to.

What are you doing here?

I am still a Musketeer,
despite what Athos may wish.

We'll settle this in private.

Clear off! Your money's no good here!

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER INSIDE)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

(LOUD LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

Tell Sarazin Milady de Winter is here.

- You, over here! Now...
- (LAUGHS AND WHOOPS)

So, finally you've decided
to come crawling back, have you?

Do I look as though I'm on my knees?

Kill her.

- (WOMAN GASPING)
- (BREAKING GLASS)

(LAUGHS)

Wonderful! You see that?

Just shot him. Boom! Priceless!

Well, you've hardly changed at all,
have you, Milady?

All of you. On your knees!

Bow your heads.

You don't seem to realise
you're in the presence...

of a great artist.

We are all...

your humble servants,

my queen.

Still as theatrical as ever, Sarazin.

Oh, yeah.

And you...

...you can sit down.

So, you're not dead.

And you're not drunk.

(LAUGHTER)

(CHUCKLING)

Careful. I'm a wounded man, remember?

- Sorry about that. Is it bad?
- Bad enough.

You were supposed to
shoot me in the arm, Athos.

A shot to the side is
so much more authentic.

(SNORTS) You're not claiming
you aimed there deliberately?

Accuracy isn't easy
after three bottles of wine.

- Hmm. That part was genuine, at least.
- (CHUCKLING)

D'Artagnan, does Milady
believe we've abandoned you?

Almost. There's just one tiny detail left
I need to convince her.

- What's that?
- Nothing too difficult.

I just need to kill you.

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Go and get me some more wine.

(GIRL GROANS)

- Was I ever like that?
- You?

Oh, no, no. You were a different class.

Oh, you broke my heart
when you left me, you know.

Well, it's difficult
when you have no heart to break.

Well, people like us can't really
afford feelings, can we?

I mean, what on earth
would we do with 'em?

I need insurance, Sarazin,
in case my plans don't work out.

Will you help me kill
these Musketeers or not?

You know, I made you into the greatest
thief this city has ever seen.

I invested a lot of time
and a lot of money into you,

and you ran away from me,
and you hid behind the Cardinal's skirts.

Now you owe me, remember?

I can pay.

- Really? I wonder.
- 100 livres.

Oh, please.

200?

(SNORTS)

No, I think not.

When the job is clone, you will come back
and you will work for me.

Oh, not a chance.

I've outgrown you.

Oh, well, you may have
slightly nicer clothes,

but underneath them there's still that...

(SNIFFS)

...that whiff of the cheap little thief
that I once knew.

And anyway, you wouldn't be here
unless you were desperate.

Oh, here she is.

So you just say the word...

and all my...

resources are yours.

Fabulous.

So, how exactly do you want
these Musketeers to die?

Athos!

What do you want?

An apology for the way you've treated me.

Or what?

Or...

we'll settle this like gentlemen.

Hey! That's enough!

I know what you did to your wife, Athos. I
know your true character. You disgust me!

You'll hear from my seconds!

This must be done properly,
according to the rules!

- Damn the rules.
- D'Artagnan!

(WOMEN SCREAM)

He's dead! Murderer!

Come back, you coward!

Madame Bonacieux.

Madame Bonacieux!

Come quickly. D'Artagnan just shot Athos.
He's calling for you.

- He needs help.
- Where is he?

Follow me. Quickly!

I thought I would feel
something more than this...

...this emptiness.

I loved him once.

Are you sorry you killed him?

Regrets are pointless.

It's help I need now.

Aramis and Porthos
will never forgive this.

They'll want revenge.

I thought you were like Athos.

But I was wrong.

He had greatness in him.
He would not be frightened.

I'm not frightened.

Just practical.

There's only one man who can help me
stay alive and I need to see him now.

There's someone else, isn't there?

I have just killed a man.

It tends to dampen the mood.

Not in my experience.

You're in love with that draper's wife.

Constance means nothing to me.

I see.

Well, perhaps you're not Athos...

...but, with the Cardinal's help,
I can still make something of you.

He'll be expecting us by now.

(BIRDSONG)

(PANTING) Where is he?

In here. He's waiting for you.

Quickly!

(PANTING)

(DOOR CREAKS AND SLAMS)

(BOLT RATTLING)

What's going on?

Where is he?

SARAZIN: Unfortunately...

...d'Artagnan is unable to attend.

He did, however...

send me to look after you.

(SIGHS)

Musketeers slaughtering each other
in the public square?

Shocking.

Something really must be done.

And spare a thought
for the victim's grieving widow.

What must she be feeling now?

Aramis and Porthos will be looking for me.

I need your protection.

Protection?

(LAUGHS) Protection?

(IN HALES)

The penalty for duelling is death.

You will be hanged at dawn.

Two dead Musketeers for the price of one?
An excellent bargain.

Touch me and she dies.

Well, do try not to get blood everywhere.

- He's testing you, d'Artagnan.
- Shut up.

I assure you I am not. There was a time
when you might have been useful to me.

What service can you offer me now?

You know Treville has a letter
signed by the assassin Gallagher?

It implicates you in the attempt
to murder the Queen.

I can get it for you.

(BLADE SCRAPES)

(SHE GASPS)

If it's a ransom you're after,
my husband isn't a wealthy man.

Hmm.

I'm afraid you're involved
in a much bigger game, Constance.

And Celine here...

...will tend to your every need.

Your very good health.

I'm not frightened of you.

You're uncommonly brave
for a woman, aren't you?

Untie these ropes and I'll show you
what a woman can do.

(scoffs)

You know something?

Oh.

You know something?

I am going to thoroughly enjoy
killing you in a few hours.

Let's see who's brave then, eh?

Yeah.

(BOLT RATTLING)

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

(BOLT RATTLING)

Why hasn't Treville produced it already?

D'ARTAGNAN: He's waiting
to condemn you at Mellendorf's trial

in front of the King.

That way,
no-one can suppress the evidence.

Tell me you weren't foolish enough
to mention my name to Gallagher.

How would you obtain it?

Use me as bait.

Tell Aramis and Porthos you'll hand me
over in exchange for the letter.

Why should I do that
when their intention was to destroy me?

D'ARTAGNAN: No, no, no.
This is personal now.

I killed their friend.
Their code of honour demands my death.

Believe me. I know how they think.

What about Treville?
He would never allow it.

Treville would never need to know.
Aramis knows where the letter is kept.

Is he right about them?

They loved Athos. They would do
anything to avenge his death.

And what do you want in return?

Your guarantee of my safety,
and a commission in the Red Guards.

Send a message to the Musketeer Aramis.

Tell him if he wants d'Artagnan,

to bring Gallagher's letter to the old
seminary at Le Place Maubert at noon.

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (CELINE SNORTS)

Today...

...we bury a lost comrade and brother.

Athos...

was a loyal friend and a fine warrior.

Great.

He was a great warrior.

- A great warrior...
- And a brilliant swordsman.

A great warrior and a brilliant swordsman.

He'd like that.

TREVILLE: His death is a tragic waste.

- He was considered handsome.
- Ah...

He was more rugged,
I'd say, but, you know...

Well, I suppose
it's in the eye of the beholder.

May I continue?

His death...

...is a tragic waste.

Was a funeral strictly necessary?

- But none of us could save him...
- Milady might be watching.

We had to make it convincing.

It's very emotional.

- ...from the demons...
- (WHISPERS) There, there.

- ...that drove him...
- He's not actually dead.

Still, it's the thought that, you know...

(CLEARS THROAT AND SNIFFS)

(GENTLE SNORING)

- (BREAKING GLASS)
- My face!

(SOBS)

(BOLT RATTLES)

Dear God.

Do I have to do everything myself?

(LOW CHATTER)

How was my funeral?

The Captain had some very nice things
to say about you.

Porthos even shed a few tears.

I'm sorry to have missed it.

- Any news from d'Artagnan?
- Not since he killed you.

- Uh-oh.
- Huh.

Where is she?
Is he hiding her somewhere?

I know what you Musketeers are like.

What are you talking about, Monsieur?

Madame Bonacieux left my house
yesterday afternoon.

I know she's eloped
with that wretch d'Artagnan.

Well, I'll challenge him.
I have no choice.

Calm... down.

Right, tell us exactly what happened.

I already have.
She disappeared and hasn't returned.

Well, she's not with d'Artagnan,
I can assure you that.

A respectable woman
doesn't just disappear in broad daylight.

For goodness' sake!

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT)

(GASPING)

Oh, dear. Well, that's gonna
leave a permanent mark, isn't it?

(CELINE SOBS)

You do realise you're never
gonna be beautiful again, don't you?

Well, I suppose someone might want you,
as long as they don't look too close.

- (SOBS)
- Now leave!

Please, Sarazin! I love you!

Well, love doesn't pay the bills, does it?

Oh, get out!

Was that necessary?

What use is a courtesan
with a scar on her face?

And you! I liked her! You cost me!

(PANTING) My friends will be
looking for me.

Your friends are tearing themselves apart.

Athos is dead,
murdered by your beloved d'Artagnan.

I knew you were evil.

From the first moment I saw you, I knew.

You have such spirit.

I understand what d'Artagnan sees in you.

What a shame it must end like this.

If Constance has been missing all night,
she might be in danger.

D'Artagnan can't know about this, not now.
It will only distract him.

You know he loves her.

All the more reason to keep it from him.

One lapse in concentration
might cost him his life.

What about hers?

(DOOR CREAKING)

Aramis?

The Cardinal's got d'Artagnan.

He will hand him over
in exchange for Gallagher's letter.

- You murderer!
- It was a duel!

You shot him in cold blood!

Entertaining as this is,
perhaps we should get to business.

Just give me the letter, then you can
do what you want with d'Artagnan.

You'd murder the Queen, just to see
one of your favourites on the throne?

Hmm? Haven't you got enough power
already?

This was never about power.

Of course it was.

You simply wanted your own puppet
at the King's right hand.

You understand nothing.

Why don't you explain it to us, then?

He can't speak because he's too ashamed.

(scoffs)

(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)

The Queen is barren.

If the King dies without an heir, France
will be plunged back into civil war.

Is one woman's life worth sacrificing
to avoid such a catastrophe?

I think it is.

I ordered her death

because I alone will face the truths
that no-one else can stomach.

Give me that letter.

- How very cunning. You tricked me.
- Into making a full confession, yes.

RICHELIEU: And what use
is your confession?

The word of a lowly Musketeer
against the First Minister of France?

Who do you think the King will believe?

ANNE: The King might not
believe their word, Cardinal,

but he will most certainly believe mine.

Look into my face, Cardinal...

...the face of the woman
you tried to kill.

Hail, Holy Queen,

Mother of Mercy.

What I did, I did solely
for the interests of France.

It is only because I believe you are
sincere in your devotion to the country...

...that I have decided to spare your life.

France needs you
and the King loves you.

Your treachery would break his heart.

If you ever fail in your duty again...

...I will not be so lenient.

My influence with the King is stronger
than you can possibly imagine.

You have been warned... Cardinal.

Athos was your friend.

Are you so ready to forgive his murder?

It's sad,
but we can always find new friends.

And, to be honest, he was a little moody.

Mm.

One more thing.

- We want Milady.
- She too has to account for her crimes.

She's yours.

She's of no further use to me.

Perhaps we're worrying about nothing.

Constance would not just disappear.
Something's happened to her.

She might be home already,
safe and sound.

And what if she isn't?

Look, I'm sure she's fine.

All rig ht?

She came to the garrison
when she heard you were injured.

You could see she was upset.

You only have to look at her face
to see she adores you.

Milady is on her way.
She's taken the bait.

We'll deal with Milady
and then we'll find Constance.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

The Cardinal was unavoidably detained.

So he has finally betrayed me?

Well, it changes nothing.

I've already won.

Athos is dead.

I should have guessed.

It seems we are both
prone to resurrection.

It's amazing what you can do
with a bit of play-acting

and a pig's bladder full of blood.

Did your revenge...

taste sweet?

For a moment...

...and then something strange happened.

The world seemed diminished without you.

(GUN COCKS)

Shoot me and you will never see
Constance Bonacieux alive again.

Where is she?
If you've hurt her, I'll kill you.

Oh, young love. So touching.

I warned you there would be
a final reckoning between us, Athos.

Treville!

I'll be waiting with her in the
Rue Saint-Jacques in one hour's time.

Send them. No-one else.

This is your doing, not mine.

It will be an ambush. She has
no intention of letting any of us live.

All for one.

ALL: And one for all.

(RAISED VOICES)

(VOICES FADE)

Oh!

Soon they will come for you
and this will all be over.

Musketeers don't die easily.

If I were you, I'd run now.

(SHE GASPS)

And you move, you die.

(DISTANT DOG HOWLS)

(BELL CHIMING)

Constance, get down!

Shoot them! Shoot them!

Come here!

Hyaah!

Go!

- Aah!
- Constance, run!

(GUN COCKS)

Come on!

Aaah!

Aargh!

Yaah!

(PANTS)

One more step and she dies.

Stop this now.

You've hurt enough people.

You dare to talk to me about hurt?

(SHOT RINGS OUT)

I'm sorry, what I said!

I didn't mean any of it!
None of it! None of it was true!

Enough. It's over.

- (SOBS)
- Kneel.

(BLADE RINGS)

Do you have anything to say?

Go ahead. Finish what you started.

You don't have to do this.

Leave this to the proper authorities,
Athos.

I made her what she is.

Her murders are on my head.

It is you who should be on your knees.

Now kill me...

and do a better job of it than last time.

(SIGHS)

Go to Spain. England.
Anywhere. I don't care.

But if you ever show
your face in Paris again...

...I will kill you,

without hesitation.

You know there can be
no peace for either of us,

until we are both dead.

I'm glad you saved her.

Perhaps I was saving myself.

Someone might see us.

Who cares?

Madame Bonacieux! Come quickly!
The master has tried to kill himself!

(GASPS) What have you done?

Poor Bonacieux.

I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed.

- How badly are you hurt?
- I thought you'd abandoned me.

I couldn't face life without you
so I tried to end it all.

I love you. I love you so much.

(BONACIEUX KISSES HER HAND)

(HE SIGHS)

I won't reproach you,
ask you where you've been.

Only know this.

If you ever leave me again, my worthless
life will be on your conscience.

I beg you, don't leave.

- I can't leave him, not like this.
- He's bluffing.

We can't know that.

What if he really did it?

Later, perhaps.

When he doesn't need me so much,
things might be different.

He'll never make you happy.

(SHE SNIFFLES)

Goodbye, d'Artagnan.

It was a beautiful dream.

I love you.

Your Eminence.

The King demands your attendance
on a matter of the highest importance.

I never expected this, Cardinal.

Not after so long.

The Queen... is with child.

- Pregnant?
- (CHUCKLES) Indeed. Isn't it wonderful?

(OTHERS CLAPPING)

May I offer my most hearty congratulations
to Your Majesty?

I'm certain you share our delight.

No-one could be happier than I.

In honour of this marvellous news,

the Queen has asked me to grant Count
Mellendorf a full amnesty for his crimes.

In fact, she was
quite adamant on the matter.

What do you say, Cardinal?

The Queen's mercy is a lesson to us all.

Provided the Count himself
has no complaints to make?

I am... content

simply to return home
with my beloved daughter, Charlotte.

I hope never to hear another word
of this matter again.

My own sentiments entirely.

Er... the Queen
would like to rest in private.

We will celebrate later.

I'm convinced this baby
will be born strong and healthy...

...like his father.

It will be a boy.

I'm certain of it.

I pray he will have his mother's
great wisdom... and judgment.

And his father's courage.

I will watch over your son

and guard him
with all my strength and heart.

I will lay down my life for him
if necessary.

He will have no more devoted servant.

It is only what I would expect
from a King's Musketeer.

God go with you... Aramis.

What a very happy occasion this is,
Your Majesty. A child after so long.

Remarkable.

One might almost call it a miracle.

What am I missing?

Aramis has been saying farewell
to Charlotte Mellendorf.

Oh. I didn't know you two were close.

He's very discreet
when it comes to affairs of the heart.

So, at the end of it all, what do we have?

No glory.

Puh! No money.

No love.

None of the things
that make life bearable.

We have honour.

Hmm.

I can live with that.

For honour, then.

Still, a little money would be nice.

Hyaah! Hyaah!

Hyaah! Ha!

Hyaah! Hyaah!