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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.

Get in behind cover!

Get the princess back in the
carriage now! Inside! Inside!

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.

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

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

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

We were ambushed on the road.

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, as planned.

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.

Let me pass.

Come in, 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.

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.

Now, 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?

Um, well, the cardinal
felt that you were...

perhaps...

not entirely...

.. of sound mind.

I spent five years in that hellhole.

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.

Bless this forthcoming
marriage, oh, Lord,

with peace and happiness.

And may the womb

of your humble servant
Louise be fruitful.

In the name of God...

.. Amen.

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.

Oh...

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?

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!

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.

Old-fashioned but deadly.

Who still makes weapons like this?

There are perhaps half
a dozen armourers

left in Paris with
the necessary skills.

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

A man with a serious grudge
against king and country.

Boucher.

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?

Go away!

I want to be alone.

The King is not receiving visitors.

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

and 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!

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.

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?

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.

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...

it would 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.

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 will return later and
drag you there myself!

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

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 the 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 just wish each other
luck and go our separate ways,

before either one of us is hurt?

Yes.

No-one should be hurt.

That is 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.

Maybe...

.. we part as friends, at least.

Hold me one last time?

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

Remember that.

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.

~ That's what...
~ 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.

Get out! Out!

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

Rochefort treats me like
his errand boy now.

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

Don't let him humiliate you.

You think I should refuse the job?

Deliver this gift directly
to the Queen herself.

Let her see your devotion
and loyalty,

even in the face of provocation.

Come on.

It's you that should have
been the 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.

Tch-tch. Yah!

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?

Recognise that?

Yes. This is my work.

And this?

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.

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
had 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've 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's
a traitor amongst your own men?

It would concern me more
if you had any proof.

This weapon could've 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...

Search her bag.

What do you think you're doing?

THESE were personal gifts
from His Majesty.

Keepsakes.

You leave carrying only
what you arrived with.

You would 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.

Wait!

~ What will you do now?
~ What does it matter to you?

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

Admit that I'm 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.

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.

Make sure.

I'm looking for the home
of Monsieur Arnaud.

~ Do you know it?
~ Straight ahead.

Oh, my God!

Sir? Oh, dear.

A moment, my lady.

What is it? Have we not said
enough to each other today?

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... I've grown
so used to having it there, I...

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

Why?

It's a gift from a friend.

A 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! Get out the room now!

Quickly. Move that chair.

Put him on the table! Gently! Gently!

One, two, three...

Captain! Captain, it's Aramis.
You're at the garrison.

He was on the Rue Jacob.
Nobody saw the attacker.

What was he doing there?

Rochefort's errand. Collecting the
King's gift from Monsieur Arnaud.

We need a surgeon.

Send for Lemay.

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.

Are you any closer to finding
the archbishop's killer?

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 have 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.

He was shot in the back. And
the ball's still in there.

Help me lift him.

You're right. There is no exit wound.

His uniform must have blunted
the shot's impact.

He's lucky.

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

Our first task is to
find and remove it.

I have some practice
with musket wounds.

I bow to your superior experience.

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

Dr Lemay asked me to assist him.

Madame Bonacieux's help
will be invaluable.

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

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.

Ready?

Right. Hold him.

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.

Sh, sh, sh.

Be ready to collect the blood.

Are you sure this will work?

I have not had occasion to
perform this operation before.

But the principle is sound...

.. in theory.

Take this.

The tube.

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. Where are you going?

To find out more about this gift.

Whoever shot him knew
where to find him.

I'll stay here.

That's our captain's blood.

Monsieur Arnaud? Where is he?

The master is painting. He left
orders not to be disturbed.

Is he dead?

Master?

Whoever killed him came in through
here and probably left the same way.

~ The painting! It's gone!
~ What painting?

A 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.

Come in, d'Artagnan.

Not d'Artagnan, I'm afraid.

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 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 manner born.

Have you disposed of
de Barville's body?

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.

Out of the way!

Constance...

My apologies, monsieur.

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.

Then it's you I'm looking for.

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

She did?

Hmm. She said you were most
commanding with her this morning.

You clearly know how to
handle women, monsieur.

Oh? Then I shall... go.

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 grace.

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

Then I had better not miss.

You won't miss.

You NEVER miss.

How's the captain?

He's in good hands. The chancellor?

On his way.

I... forgot my hat.

I never did like wife-beaters.

Good afternoon, Chancellor.

Get back inside!

Take cover!

~ The assassin's in the palace!
~ Inside!

Up there! Go! You go! Move!

~ Go!
~ Go!

Move! Move! There. There!

Go! Go! Go!

I'm going after him!

Yah!

Argh!

You surrender or die.

It's over.

You are right.

I am defeated.

Princess...

Drop your weapons.

All of them.

Oh, d'Artagnan,

if only 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've 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.

Huh...?

Help me...

~ Don't worry, help's on its way.
~ Just breathe.

Just breathe.

This is on your conscience.

You and Constance...

you'll NEVER be happy together.

You're damned.

I curse you both.

Not a word of this to Constance.

She must hear it from me.

The captain's going to be fine.

What is it?

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

Tell me.

Whose blood is this?

Who are you?

I have several names.

You probably know of me as...

Milady de Winter.

You must help me.

I am the King's cousin,
Princess Louise of Mantua.

And there has been
a terrible mistake!

We both know your name
is Sofia 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.

The 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've 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...

.. that we SHUT your mouth for good.

Oh... hush. Hush now.

It'll soon be over.

Where was it?

Lying in a corridor.

It must've simply fallen off.

I'll be more careful in future.

It's just as well I found it.

You never know what trouble
it might have caused.

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, sire. 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.

~ Yah!
~ Martine! 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 here to cause a fight.

He has find out for himself.

I don't think you understand
the game, monsieur.

I understand very well!