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State your business!

In there you'll find your
money and the dress.

And a crown.

A crown...

Don't talk unless I tell you.

I warn you, I am a desperate man.

If you resist, I will kill you.

I want an audience with your King.
And I have no time to waste.

Drop it.

Do as he says. Or we will
kill you where you stand.

I know you. You're
in the Spanish Army.

This is General Tariq Alaman.

Former General. Now persecuted
by my own country.

I have come here to offer
my services to France.

Believe me, your King will want to
see what I have brought for him.

Your Majesty.

Say it.

Say it now.

I love you, Rochefort.

I have always loved you.

All these years, I have
ached for your return.

Yes.

I despise...

I despise my husband, the King.

You are the only man
I have ever wanted.

Take me. Make love to me.

And I love you. Oh,
God, how I love you.

Do you think this Alaman is sincere?

Why risk so much if he isn't?

I hate getting up at this
unearthly hour, Treville.

Why do people harp on about
the beauty of the sunrise?

It happens every day
with tedious regularity.

Please, move back, back.
Please, Your Majesty, back.

This had better be good, Treville.

There's barely enough
powder to fire a musket.

A few grains of this miraculous
powder could sink a galleon.

I am prepared to give up its formula.

~ At what price?
~ The Spanish have kidnapped my daughter.

They are holding her here,
in Paris. I want her back.

Do we have a deal?

This paper contains the
formula for the gunpowder.

But it's in code.

Help me rescue my daughter

and the machine needed
to decipher it is yours.

Why are you doing this?

Spain has turned against
my people, the Moors.

We are exiled or murdered.
I am a fugitive, a wanted man.

My daughter is all I
have left in the world.

What makes you so sure
she's being held here?

We fled Spain together. We
thought we were safe in Paris.

We were followed by General Baltasar
and his Spanish agents.

She went to the market.
I haven't seen her since.

Then she might be dead by now.

No, she is the bait.
It is me they want.

Not her.

You understand my father is
going to kill you, Baltasar?

Moors should eat off
the floor, like dogs.

You are here, your father
will come to us.

Remember... We need the girl alive.

She will remain untouched, until the
moment Tariq delivers himself to us.

And then they both die.

The cipher is the most
important thing.

In the coming war with France,
Alaman's gunpowder will be

the decisive weapon.

A country's most powerful
weapon in war is hatred.

You should learn that, Ambassador.

You're late, Marguerite.

You know the Queen likes her
son to be ready when she wakes.

The Dauphin was restless
in the night.

I think he might be ill.

He's burning up. He needs a doctor.

Spanish agents in Paris? A joke
is being played on you, Sire.

Tariq Alaman is a
most notorious liar.

~ Were you aware he was here?
~ I am astonished to hear it.

But suppose for a
moment it were true.

If you were minded to
hand the traitor back,

Spain would regard this as
a great act of friendship.

Amongst his many crimes, Alaman fled
Spain in possession of a vital

cipher machine.

I'm told he might be willing
to offer just such

a device for the return
of his daughter.

I understand she has been
kidnapped by your agents.

Naturally, I deny the allegation.

But I will make enquiries.

He assumes we already
have the cipher.

Let him carry on thinking that.

I've urgent business with the King.

His breathing is so laboured.

He has a high fever.

I propose a chemical remedy, the
very latest cure from Geneva.

The Swiss are a very healthy people.

I always presumed it
was the mountain air.

What does this cure contain?

Minute quantities of various metallic

elements in a suspension of water.

But won't he throw it up?
He's still on the breast.

Professor Lemay has degrees
from Geneva and the Sorbonne.

I suspect he knows a little

more about medicine than
a cloth merchant's wife!

General Baltasar will exchange
Samara for the cipher

machine at the Place
de l'Eglise at six.

On a market day? It'll be packed.

Ambassador Perales has brokered
a handover with the kidnappers.

Baltasar hopes to hide
himself amongst the crowd.

You know this man?

All too well. I once thought
of him as a friend.

He was my most trusted lieutenant.

What I never knew was
that he always hated me.

Well, what makes you say that?

I was born the wrong colour.

An issue you may be familiar with.

Nothing I can't handle.

We were ordered to destroy a village,

kill every man, woman and
child. Loyal Moors, like me,

innocent people, whose
only crime was their race.

I refused. Baltasar didn't.

That was when I understood what
type of man he really was.

It would be helpful if we could
see the cipher machine.

At the square.

You don't trust us.

I have no reason.

Musketeers are men of honour.

The King of Spain swore he loved me,

then had me arrested
on false charges.

HE was a man of honour too.

I don't trust Alaman...
Something's wrong.

We promised them the cipher
and we don't even have it.

Alaman swears he will produce it.

The only thing I believe is that
he truly loves his daughter.

Quickly ladies, bring hot water

and clean sheets for
the Dauphin, hurry.

Madeleine, get some towels.

What's going on?

The Dauphin is ill. A fever.

~ Constance, he's in good hands.
~ The physician is a very learned man.

~ I'm sure he knows what he's doing.
~ I meant your hands!

You shouldn't be here now.

Your Majesty? Your Majesty?!

Your Majesty!

YOUR MAJESTY!

My saviour! I almost didn't
recognise you in your fine dress.

It is so much the height
of fashion, Sire.

I had to commit murder to obtain it.

~ Huh.
~ Hm.

Wit, as well as beauty.
It looks very handsome.

I was hoping Your Majesty might
grant me a private audience.

Alas, that is impossible
at present...

.. Madame...?

De Winter. Milady De Winter.

How charming. Goodbye, Milady.

Seeing you again was a pleasant
diversion on a trying day.

He's vomited up every drop so far.

Are you sure there isn't another way?

If there is no improvement,
we will turn to leeches.

Bleeding is an infallible
cure for congested lungs.

~ He is so very small.
~ And he has so little blood to spare.

I assure you, Madame,
I know what I'm doing.

Alaman will bring the cipher to
the square. That's all I know.

Obtain it somehow and we can put
an end to this absurd brinkmanship.

I cannot be involved. I've
done too much already.

It puts at risk our
entire long-term plan.

I sometimes wonder who really benefits
from your marvellous plan.

Is it Spain or is it just Rochefort?

I must be near the Queen. The
Dauphin is seriously ill.

Madrid should know this.

Will he live?

I have no idea.

But when the Queen sees my devotion
to her child, it can only

increase her passion... for me.

As soon as Alaman has
his daughter, we strike.

Aramis' first shot will
take out Baltasar.

With their leader gone,
his men should surrender.

There. One of Baltasar's men?

I don't think so.

They're here somewhere.

Try one, Sir.

He's got the cipher.

Second archway from the left.

Two more, by the bread.

I swore I would hunt you down, Tariq.

And I swore I would
kill you, Baltasar.

Give me the cipher.

The girl first.

Come on, Aramis. What's
he waiting for?

No cipher!

It's a trick!

Down!

Wait! Oi!

Samara, run!

No, no! Father!

Come on, come on!

~ Aargh.
~ To the arches. Get the Musketeer!

Samara!

Samara!

What happened?

Aramis?

Tariq was in my line of fire.

There was nothing I could do.

Sadly there has been less
improvement than I had hoped.

This is the future King of France.

His destiny is not die in his cradle,

forgotten by history! It
is to lead this country to

greatness! Save him,
or lose your head.

And believe me, there
is no cure for that.

Get out of my way!

Some things are beyond
even a physician's powers.

I am not God.

He must be bled. It
is the only course.

But won't that only
weaken him? I'm sorry.

I'm sure you know best.

I will apply the leeches.

Your Majesty?

If there is anything I can do.

Pray for him.

You must be brave.

I lack the strength.

If he dies...

Remember how you cried,

all those years ago,

when you left Spain
for your marriage?

I thought I would drown in tears.

But you didn't. You were
strong and you survived.

I was at your side then
and I am here now.

I will sit with you, if you wish.

You never had any intention
of handing over the cipher!

That is true. But I had my reasons.

Five innocent people dead.
A Musketeer held hostage!

And you still think you
have a winning hand?!

I was once a man of status.
A respected figure.

Now I am hounded out
of my own country.

Believe me, I have no hand to play.

Then why gamble with
your daughter's life?

~ Because I had no choice!
~ More games...

I had no choice because
I do not have the cipher.

Samara does.

~ Yeah.
~ I am sorry I lied, I
put your friend in danger.

I didn't do it lightly.

Now, I humbly beg for your help.

I don't know where
they've taken Samara.

Help me find her and I will
give you what you want.

The cipher and with it the
formula for the gunpowder.

There's one sure way to find her.

We do exactly what the Spanish want.

We hand you over.

What are you doing?!

Making sure you don't bleed to death.

If that leg becomes
infected, you'll lose it.

Is there much demand for
one-legged Musketeers?

Not that you were much
more use with two.

Not much of a nurse are you!

I'm not a nurse. I'm a poet.

Fix your own leg.

~ Where are we?
~ Baltasar's safe house.

Are you in pain?

Yeah. A little bit.

Something went wrong
with the exchange.

Yeah, your father lied to us
and nearly got you killed.

~ That's what went wrong.
~ He trusted you French to save us

and you made a mess of everything.

It's locked. And Baltasar
has men guarding the house.

I'm going to read now.

If you decide to die,
please, do it quietly.

I have no time for this, Rochefort.
Don't you know the Dauphin is sick?

I am praying for him every moment.
But Ambassador Perales is waiting.

Let him wait.

Good God! What are you doing
in my private apartments?

Forgive my presumption, Sire.

I simply hoped to see Your Majesty's
face once more before I left.

I will see she is escorted
from the Palace immediately.

You are a determined woman, Milady.

And persistence must have its reward.

Dine with me tonight.
And do wear that dress.

I find it very pleasing to the eye.

It must hurt.

Cry if you want.

No. Thank you.

What is your name?

Porthos.

We need to get out.

What are you going to do?
Punch through the walls?

If it comes to it.

Urgh, you f...

What's the book?

Poems by the mystic
Umar Ibn al-Farid.

Do you read Arabic?

I'm not a Moor. I'm French.

You might have been
born in this country,

but that doesn't make you French.

In their eyes, you are at best an
exotic stranger, at worst a mongrel.

I am a Moor. I'm going
home to Morocco.

~ Where are you from?
~ France.

And Africa. On my mother's side.

Which part of Africa?

Well, wherever it was,

that is where you belong.

In the end, your adopted country
will betray you, as mine did me.

I know who I am and what I am.

~ Would you like to hear some poetry?
~ I'd prefer a brandy.

Poetry is all I have.

Poetry it is, then.

"From his light, the
niche of my essence

"enlightened me; by means of me,
my nights blazed morning bright.

"I made me witness my being there
for I was he; I witnessed him

"as me, the light, my splendour..."

I keep thinking to myself,

what if he dies?

What do I have left?

There is still the King.

He will blame me.

I know it.

Blame you? Why?

I am Spanish. So everything
must be my fault.

Even my son's fever.

That was indiscreet.

Say what ever you wish. All
your secrets are safe with me.

Sit with me, Rochefort.

My ladies should be here with us,

but I cannot bear to
look at them tonight.

I have had so few friends
in this place.

I'm glad you're here.

You're so good to me.

I love you.

As any subject loves his Queen.

I need you to stop the bleeding.

~ What bleeding?
~ When I pull out the bolt out.

You're mad. You'll die.

People have said that before
and I'm still here.

Tie off my leg.

And I'll need some bandages.

Mm-hm.

OK, wait.

How are you feeling?

Better.

It doesn't hurt as much?

No, it's worse. But
now I've got a weapon.

Let's dispense with the
formalities shall we, Ambassador?

Very well. What do you propose?

In return for Samara

and our Musketeer, France
will hand over Tariq Alaman.

~ And the cipher?
~ That's between you and him.

~ France has no further interest.
~ I find that news surprising

and unlikely.

French lives have been lost,
Perales. Enough is enough.

Then I accept.

Your Majesty has shown great
wisdom and discretion.

Do this and you will never
lay your hands on the cipher.

If it even exists.

The fact is, Alaman, you have
become an embarrassment.

The quicker you are gone, the better.

The same with your agents, Perales.
I want no more massacres!

There will be no unauthorised Spanish

presence in Paris beyond
tomorrow morning.

Your Musketeer will be
released at the same time.

You have my word. Navas,
bind his hands.

Guard this traitor. We will move
him under the cover of night.

Tread lightly, Treville.

We cannot afford another
incident with the Spanish.

If in doubt, err on
the side of caution.

But bring me that cipher

and I will never say a harsh
word of the Musketeers again.

Madame Bonacieux?

Where are you going?

My husband sent for me. I didn't
want to disturb the Queen.

Off you go, then.

My poor husband, Lord De
Winter, died in England

and left me penniless.

On my way home, I was taken
hostage by those villains.

The rest Your Majesty knows.

Well, I sensed you were high born.

Breeding shows even
in the vilest company.

I have something for you, Sire.

My ring! You kept it safe.

My company does not please
you. I shall withdraw.

No!

You are the one thing
keeping me sane.

It is my son.

He's very ill.

Perhaps dying.

I knew there was a sadness in you.

It breaks my heart to see you so.

Can I pray with you, Sire?

~ What here? Now?
~ Why not? God is always with us.

You are a saint, Milady.

One day, perhaps.

Why, I've upset you.

Forgive me...

There is nothing to forgive.

We are just two lonely
souls in need of comfort.

I will take him from here.

Nearly there now.

Constance?!

What are you doing here?!

Have you, have you come to see me?

What's that?

~ A baby! Is it yours?
~ Of course not!

In case you hadn't noticed, you
have to get pregnant first.

If it is d'Artagnan's...

It's not his, it's not mine!
I'm just looking after him!

I'm your husband! I demand to
know who this baby belongs to!

I can't tell you. Please, just,
don't tell anyone you saw me.

Rest now.

Ah, welcome, Tariq. My
house is your house.

Get him inside.

General Alaman must be returned
to Madrid for trial

and public execution.

So try to restrain yourself.

He will be alive. Barely.

Ambassador Perales will be
here in the morning. Be ready.

Where is the cipher?

I don't care what you
do to me, Baltasar,

just let my daughter go
free. She cannot harm you.

The Moor is an inferior species.

He must be trained like an animal.
With discipline and harshness.

Where is the Dauphin?

Where is the Dauphin?!

You are the Dauphin's governess.
How could you let this happen?!

I was so tired. I must,
must have fallen asleep.

Who would steal an innocent child?

Where is Madame Bonacieux?

Constance? She wouldn't do this.

Well, she was concerned with
the doctor's treatments,

perhaps she was just trying to help.

She might be a madwoman,
for all we know.

You're as much to blame
as she is. Arrest her!

What! No! Please! Your Majesty!

Find my child. For
pity's sake, find him!

Dear God. Someone must
inform the King.

I have never met anyone
like you before, Milady.

There is no-one like me, Sire.

But I warn you,

I am a very...

.. bad...

.. woman.

My only ambition is to bewitch you.

Then you are succeeding.

Here.

Take this as a token of my esteem.

Get out!

I came with news of your son.

Not dead, surely...

He has been kidnapped.

The cipher!

Release my daughter
and I will tell you!

My leg hurts. Someone's
going to pay for it.

Make sure it's not you.

Well done. Go.

Middle door. No-one's moved
since they arrived.

Any sign of Porthos?

It's been hours. Alaman
might be dead by now.

They want to put him on trial

and make a show of the
traitor's downfall.

He knew the risks.

Treville is on the way.

Drop your weapons.

~ One shot. Who's it going to be?!
~ Three seconds or I cut his throat.

Please! Please.

Your choice, Tariq.

No!

The cipher is in Samara's book.

You shouldn't have told him.
I'd rather die than help them!

I know, my love. But
I want you to live.

One more step and I shoot her.

Put down your weapons.

This man is under protection
from the Spanish Crown.

Once again, you Musketeers have
lied about your true intentions.

It was the only way to find out where
you were holding the hostages.

I suggest you leave. Unless you
intend to shoot me as well.

We'll leave.

But we're taking General Alaman
and his daughter with us.

And the cipher.

I will return to Spain
of my own free will.

And explain how the cipher works.

But only if you release my daughter.

General Alaman and the
cipher will stay here.

The girl can leave.

King Louis wishes to avoid a public
embarrassment, does he not?

I won't go without my father.

You must go.

As long as you are free, I
will always be at your side.

Samara, listen to me,

the world that we knew is dead.

You have to build a new one where
our people can live in dignity

and with peace.

That is your task now.

Now go, go!

Get the girl to safety.

We withdraw. For now.

I've got you.

My position will be compromised
if I'm found here.

The French will not
dare to touch you.

Where is she? Your wife?

I, I have no idea.

She has abducted the Dauphin.

Anyone involved in the conspiracy
will join her, on the gallows.

Where is she?

Where are you? Are you here?

Sssh, ssh.

Ah-ha.

Have you hurt him?

I'm TRYING to save his life.

The penalty for kidnapping
the Dauphin is execution.

Nothing can save you.

Hurry to the Queen. Tell her
Rochefort has found her child.

Surround the building.

The cipher's inside.
Baltasar is holding it.

That's the room, those three windows.

Just Tariq and the Spanish in there.

Any assault on Spanish citizens

will provoke a diplomatic
incident, Captain.

~ Is that what you want?
~ What I want is the cipher.

Then I suggest we have a stalemate.

Prepare to enter the building.

Please. My father is in there.

I warn you. If you
lay hands on a Spanish

citizen, there will be
dangerous consequences.

The French will never let
you leave with that cipher?

Perales will arrange something.

I have never understood
irrational hatred.

It stifles every decent impulse,
destroys common sense and reason.

The moment a man says
"all Moors are this"

or "all white men are
that", he has abandoned

his sanity and revealed his weakness.

And yet it is not me who is weak.
Not I who will die on the scaffold.

Come, give me the cipher. I
will show you how it works.

~ No tricks, Tariq.
~ No tricks.

Father! Father!

You have failed. It is undamaged.

As always, you have missed the point.

~ Samara?
~ Father!

~ Samara.
~ Father! Father. Father!

~ Ssh, ssh.
~ Father! No! No!

What possessed you, Constance?

Do you hate me so much?

I was trying to save his life!

By taking him from his doctor's
care to a common laundry?

Who knows what risks
he was exposed to?

He was dying! I thought the
steam might ease his lungs.

It's a common remedy
amongst the people.

Common people are full of disease!

Doctor Lemay's treatments
weren't working.

This woman is dangerous.

She must be hanged.

Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please!

The Dauphin's lungs are clearing
and his fever has broken.

I believe he is recovering.

Your leeches have done their work.

As a man of science I must
conclude that it was the steam

and not I, that saved his life.

Madame Bonacieux should
receive the credit.

Ah. Well, then, I suppose
we had better not hang her.

Perhaps you were right
this time, Madame.

But I assure you, leeches are
generally an infallible cure.

I wanted that gunpowder, Treville.

Now the machine is destroyed.

Alaman is dead and the
secret is lost forever.

But at least the Spanish
do not have it either, Sire.

Yes, that is some compensation.

But I am disappointed.

Your Musketeers have
let me down again.

It keeps happening, doesn't it?

Walk with me, Rochefort.

We have affairs of state to discuss.

Hello.

I'm leaving for Morocco this evening.

Do you actually know anything
about the place?

No. But I'll learn.

And it will be my children's home.

They will belong there.

You should search for your
own home, too, one day.

You're looking at it.

These are not your people, Porthos.

However hard you try, you will
never truly be one of them.

I'm a Musketeer.

That's home enough for me.

I have something for you.

For me?

Ah! Poems? Thank you.

Thank you for trying
to save my father.

He was a great man. A hero.

He taught me everything.

Life is going to be
so hard without him.

Mmm.

~ I, er, I never knew my father.
~ Not at all?

No, I guess he, er, abandoned us.

I don't know, I don't remember.

Samara, no matter how much
you're hurting right now,

I'd rather be in your position.

Now when the grief fades, you'll
still have his memory.

Treasure that. It's a gift.

Goodbye, brother.

God is showing you the
agonies of the damned.

Who is this girl?

Innocent people are dying!

I didn't become a musketeer

to destroy an honest
woman's reputation.

I want to know about
Milady de Winter.

Is anyone here but Rochefort willing
to do what their King wants?

~ The past is dead.
~ The past is never dead.

Who ordered my death?

I'm here to see Emilie.

Let God's work be done!