Original subtitles

Odessa film studio

based on Alexander Duma's "The Three Musketeers"

Script by M. Rozovsky

Directed by Georgy Jungwald-Khilkevitch

D'ARTAGNAN and THE THREE MUSKETEERS

Music by Maxim Dunayevsky

If there's foul play, we fight,

Two words, a glove and duel,

While Gascony is still alive.

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

Never let go of the sword-hilt.

I hope this song, my friend, is your song, too.

If there's foul play, we fight

Two words, a glove and duel.

While Gascony is still alive.

I bless your journey.

Apart from enemies, you'll make new friends.

Fight, when you can, And God be with you.

And when you can't, do fight as well.

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

There's also fire in your veins.

PARIS

But Fortune's interest Lies elsewhere

As long as there exists...

with Mikhail Boyarsky as D'Artagnan,

the valiant Gascon nobleman

As long as there exists Gascony.

As long as there exists, As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

- He's so funny! - The clowns are here!

In France we have a hundred spies

for Richelieu per mile.

A Frenchman winks - The Cardinal knows,

Oh, what am I saying?!

Spies here, spies there,

One can't sit down, without their knowing.

A Frenchman takes a breath of air - the Cardinal's aware.

Oh, I afraid, afraid!

Aim at a bird - A spy up there!

Go out with a girl - Again a spy!

And so. The Cardinal knows everything.

Go to a pub - A spy is there.

What scoundrels!

Barbarians!

Look what these damn Gascons

have done to a noble animal!

Enough, gentlemen.

You're unfair to the owner.

He must be very proud of his rare parakeet.

He who laughs at a horse,

isn't brave enough to laugh at the owner.

I do not often laugh.

But I retain the privilege to laugh when I please.

And I will allow no man laugh when it displeases me!

Indeed, sir?

Turn, turn, sir, before I strike you in your back!

Your next encounter with this man

will be your last.

- Milady! - Are the horses ready?

His Eminence is waiting for you.

What's happened here?

Well, how shall I put it...

What's that?

To M. de Treville!

De Treville?

Was he sent here on purpose?

We must at least remember his name.

D'Artagnan.

Your horses, count.

Just a minute, madam!

A cowardly thief! Scoundrel!

Calm him down, Rochefort!

Where's the letter?

Coward! You wretched, worthless coward!

But she, she is a beauty!

- Who is? - The blond milady!

Nothing special.

In Meung, we have better looking ladies.

That must be so, if they all look like you.

ATHOS, PORTHOS, ARAMIS and D'ARTAGNAN

Part one

In France, we have a hundred spies

for Richelieu per mile.

A Frenchman winks - the Cardinal knows.

Spies here, spies there,

You can't get up without their knowing.

A Frenchman takes a breath of air - the Cardinal' aware.

My God! You always enter without a sound, Milady.

Pardon me, monseigneur.

May I invite you to a small concert,

featuring the count and a hitherto unknown

composer. Go on, Rochefort.

Kindly sing first voice to the count's second.

Alright, monseigneur, but I'll sing second voice.

The first voice is always yours.

The Cardinal's in love with Mme. D'Aiguillon.

Good for him, because...

Continue, count, don't be embarrassed.

he's found a champignon.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

The Cardinal has bouillon

With Mme D'Aiguillon.

Eats an ecu's worth of bouillon,

Has a million's worth of fun!

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

What's inside the medallion

on Mme. D'Aiguillon?

Maybe, the Cardinal,

Maybe, a scorpion.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

That's enough!

Thank you very much.

By the way, Rochefort, what have you done

to acquaint me with the composer?

Yes, what have you done, Rochefort?

Your Eminence, you must know who wrote them.

Is that so?

Why isn't he locked up in the Bastille, then?

Your Eminence, that is impossible.

Remember, Rochefort,

there is nothing impossible for me.

Who is he?

Is this marvelous, witty composer

so elusive,

we can't even put him in the Bastille?

Permit me to say, these songs have no specific author.

They are so-called street ballads.

Composed by the crowd.

The people, so to say.

Remember, Rochefort,

there are no people, whom I couldn't put in the Bastille.

Why didn't you at least arrest the singer?

If you can't cope with bigger tasks!

A crazy Gascon interfered, and the singers fled.

Here is a letter, addressed to M. de Treville,

confiscated from him.

Milady!

You must return to England at once.

And inform me from there,

if the Duke of Buckingham leaves London,

or sends a messenger to Paris.

A war with England may become inevitable.

Will there be any other instructions, Your Eminence?

All the instructions are in this box.

You shall open it when you've crossed the Channel.

Good Lord, so mysterious!

While in France, be very careful.

The appearance of this Gascon may not be accidental.

Rochefort!

Find out everything about him.

Yes, monseigneur.

I tell you to stop!

Constance!

Let me go, Bonacieux, they're waiting for me!

Constance, damn it! Where the devil are you going?!

For heaven's sake, leave me alone.

Alone?

Damn it!

A wife asks to be left alone!

Constance, wait!

I don't want to see you only once a fortnight.

They warned you about this at the Louvre.

Constance, wait!

I want to see you every day!

You are mine by law!

- I want to own you! - I'm not a thing to own.

Let him watch!

People can be bought and sold, just like things!

Show a little courtesy to the lady, will you?

Isn't she pretty? My wife!

Come on!

By the way, she belong to the Queen's court.

And I am Bonacieux, a mercer.

Maybe, you'd like to rent a room?

I'm renting out a wonderful room.

You won't find a better view in all of Paris!

And the air!

Better tell me how to get to the house of M. de Treville,

Captain of the King's Musketeers?

Captain of the King's Musketeers?

M. de Treville?

Here I am again!

Are you going to meet him in this beret?

What's wrong with my beret?!

It's a wonderful beret!

But all Musketeers wear feathered hats.

I guess, I'll buy this hat from you.

Later.

Dear sir, for a couple of ecus I'd buy your horse.

You add one ecu - and the hat is yours.

My horse is worth 100 ecus.

But I will let you have it for 3 - plus the hat!

True generosity is irresistible!

A real Musketeer!

And do you know, my dear Musketeers,

what the King told me yesterday?

No, Captain, we don't.

- You don't know? - No.

Excellent!

So...

He told me that yesterday

you stayed late at that drinking den on Rue Ferou.

You shouted and sang, disturbing public order.

The Cardinal's guards issued a warning and tried

to take you into custody.

Is that so or not?

I ask you, gentlemen!

Is it so?

You are silent!

You are silent! 'Sblood!

Conversing with the King the Cardinal called you thugs!

But, darn it, you are no thugs,

If you let the Cardinal's Guards

take you into custody.

And you, Aramis!

Why the devil did you ask me for a uniform?!

You would've been much better in a cassock.

And you, Porthos!

What do you need this fine gold baldric for?!

Oh, you'd like to suspend a sward of straw from it!

But I don't see our third hero.

Where is your friend, Athos?

I'm asking you! Where is Athos?

He is ill, sir.

Very ill, indeed.

Oh, is that so?

Very touching! What's wrong with him?

I believe he's got the measles, sir.

It's all very sad.

The measles may spoil his complexion.

You are hiding something.

He must be wounded. No! He must've been killed!

Enough, gentlemen.

I have decided.

I'm heading to the Louvre to hand in my resignation.

If it's not accepted, I'll turn monk.

What brave fellows!

Six of the King's Musketeers

let six of the Cardinal's Guards arrest them.

No, gentlemen, I've decided differently.

I've decided to ask the King

for lieutenancy of the Cardinal's Guards.

The guards are great fellows!

Brave, valiant, real men!

But to show fear, to flee...

only the King's Musketeers can do that.

- Commander! - Yes, gentlemen.

- But Captain! - I'm leaving you.

But we...

There were, indeed, six of us against six of them.

They attacked us from around the corner, from behind.

Before we could draw our swords,

two of our men were dead.

Athos was gravely wounded, he nearly died.

The sword pierced his shoulder, twice he tried to get up.

And twice he fell, but we never gave up, sir.

They dragged us off by force.

We escaped along the way.

Athos was left on the battlefield:

they thought he was as good as dead.

That's the way it happened.

One can't win every battle.

Pompey the Great lost the battle of Phrasal.

And King Francis lost the battle of Pavia.

One of assailants was stabbed with his own sword, by Aramis.

Aramis's sword was broken after the first lunge.

- He killed him? - Killed or stabbed him.

One or six... Three!

As you prefer, sir.

But generally speaking, we didn't hurt a fly.

And you call us thugs!

That changes everything.

Here's Athos!

Life is hanging by a thread, Your enemies are brave,

But, thank God, For you friends,

Thank God, For your friends,

And thank God, your friends have swords.

You're alive and kicking!

Most probably... Damn it!

So the Cardinal's words were a little exaggerated.

Athos!

Athos, you are so pale! Call a doctor!

No, please, I am well.

I'm waiting for your orders.

I ask you, my children, Not to put your lives at risk.

The King values brave men!

And the King is aware

that the Musketeer are the bravest men of all!

Take a break, gentlemen.

The King's Musketeers! Draw your swords!

Draw your swords, noblemen!

Paris dust is ashes.

There's blood On cloth from Lille

on Brabant lace.

If I gave you your swords,

How can I prevent

The metal aiming at the chest

from shedding blood?

from shedding blood!

from shedding blood!

from shedding blood!

Duelists, roughnecks

Cross swords again.

Fight for the sake of fighting,

Shed blood for laughter's sake.

And when the death-cry

Flutters, like a bird,

Your conscience

Will not awaken, no.

It won't awaken, it won't awaken.

For shedding blood in combat

Is nothing new to you.

But there's more blood

On Paris pavements.

If I gave you your swords,

How can I prevent

The metal aiming at the chest

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

If I gave you your swords,

How can I prevent

The metal aiming at the chest

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

From shedding blood?

- Aramis! - I'm busy, Athos.

Off to see your seamstress again?

Excellent, Leonardo!

Grand!

- What's happening? - What do you want from me?

- What's this?! - I'm d'Artagnan from Bearn!

Don't come near me, I'll defend myself!

- Let go of me! - Calm down!

Good Lord! Same face!

I knew and loved your father, dear boy.

Did you bring a letter of recommendation?

Upon my honor, I had it, everything was in order.

But in Meung it was stolen by a man with a scar!

- With a scar? - Yes.

- Dressed in a violet suit? - I will kill him!

If you want to stay alive, Please, stay away from him.

- No, I will kill him! - Save that for later.

I loved your father dearly.

What can I do for his son?

To honor the friendship you have not forgotten,

I wanted to ask you for a Musketeer's cape.

A Musketeer's cape?

Of course I realize, I'm squandering money,

but I have to spend it on something.

Didn't that veiled lady, whom I saw you with

near Rue St-Honore, give it to you as a present?

No, upon my honor!

I can assure you I paid 12 pistoles for it.

12 pistoles, upon my honor!

So, I must show myself worthy of this honor.

A couple of glorious feats,

Or two years' service with a lesser corps, than ours.

But out of respect to your father,

I'd like to do something for you.

I expect, you don't have the money to live on in Paris.

I don't need money.

I expect to get rich, but this isn't urgent.

I, too, came to Paris with 3 ecus in my pocket.

And would've challenged anyone, who told me

I couldn't buy the Louvre.

I have 5 ecus. And I want to start a military career!

A military career?

Alright.

- But why?! - Nothing.

I'll write a letter to the dean of the Royal Academy.

He'll enroll you without pay.

They'll teach you riding, fencing, dancing.

- You'll meet the right people. - I don't need any academies.

Any Gascon is an academician from birth!

You knew my father.

I take after him!

In Gascony there's no such word as "coward".

If you're wrong, I'll give up my sword.

We, Gascons, have the best taste in the world,

There's nothing we like better, than fame!

High cheek-bones,

A good build,

A Gascon's appearance is flawless.

Believe me, sir, you won't wait long,

till Paris hears, till Paris hears,

till Paris hears about d'Artagnan!

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

There's fire in your veins as well,

But Fortune's interest Lies elsewhere

As long as there exists,

As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

As long as there exists, As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

I cannot live in Paris without fame!

Life is almost through, Time to change by destiny.

So how old are you, my child?

I'm quite old, sir, quite old, I'm eighteen!

- Is your hand steady? - It's steady, yes!

That's a sure sign

of the famous Gascon style.

I was just as daring as you,

when Paris heard, when Paris heard,

when Paris heard of a Gascon named de Treville!

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

There's fire in your veins as well,

But Fortune's interest Lies elsewhere

As long as there exists,

As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

Gascony!

As long as there exists, As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

As long as there exists, As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

That's him!

Scoundrel! Rascal!

- What? - Damn you!

You won't escape from me this time!

Stop this minute!

Wait, scoundrel!

A true Gascon, damn it!

It's the man from Meung, who stole my letter!

Pray stay away from him!

- Take your things. - I'll kill him!

- Wait! - I'll kill him!

Pardon me, I'm in a hurry.

So you are.

And under that pretense, you jostle me.

I didn't do it intentionally, and I said "Pardon me!"

- It's quite enough. - You, sir, are a boor.

Damn it! You are not the one to teach me good manners!

Who knows?

If I were not in such a hurry, running after that man...

Master bustler, you can find me,

without running after me.

And where, I pray?

Near the Carmes Deschaux, at noon.

- I'll be there. - Try not to keep me waiting.

At a quarter past twelve I'll cut off your ears as you run.

Excellent!

I'll be there 10 minutes to twelve.

So, naturally, I took it.

You must be mad to run into people like that, sir.

Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.

And you forget your eyes when you are in a hurry?

My eyes can see what others cannot see.

I advise you not to make jokes of the Musketeers.

You stand a chance of getting whipped.

The expression is strong.

It come from a man who looks his enemies in the face.

That's so! You'll never turn your back on them.

At one o'clock! Near the Luxembourg!

At a quarter past one I'll cut off your ears as you run.

What?!

Pardon me for using your carriage for a few seconds.

I need to catch up with one scoundrel.

Too many coincidences, perhaps?

Rascal!

I'm very sorry, sir, I mistook you for another man.

By moving at such a speed

you risk losing your head.

Your handkerchief, sir.

Judging by the initials, Our discreet Aramis

got this handkerchief from Mme de Bois-Tracy.

You are mistaken, gentlemen, here's my handkerchief.

I cannot fancy why this young man

decided to offer it to me.

You had your foot upon it.

We'll leave you, gentlemen. And please don't quarrel.

The matter is a serious one.

A lady has been compromised by you.

By us.

I presume you are not a fool, though coming from Gascony.

You must know very well,

that Paris is not paved with cambric.

- How dare you offer it to me? - How dare you trample on it?

On this handkerchief...

I shall have the honor of expecting you...

near the Carmes Deschaux, at two.

Alright. I'll kill you there.

I can't help it.

but there's one consolation: if I'm doomed to be slain,

it will be by a Musketeer!

Not bad!

Monseigneur, it's me.

The duke's messenger is in Paris.

He brought a letter for the Queen.

And so...

The Buckingham's messenger is in Paris.

I wonder, what's the purpose of his visit?

Mme de Lanney informed me,

that last night Her Majesty sat up late.

Today she was writing all day.

That's it!

To him, no doubt.

- Your Majesty! - Him, him...

To conspire against my honor.

No, Sire, what an idea!

The Queen is loyal to you.

This intrigue is purely political.

No, its purpose is absolutely different!

I'm telling you:

the Queen is in love with this scoundrel Buckingham.

I shall have all of the Queen's papers.

Very good, your Majesty.

If I'm not mistaken,

among her ladies, there is a certain Bonacieux.

I will inquire through her.

Get me the Queen's letter.

I entrust this mission to you personally.

To me, your Majesty?

To you!

I will gladly resign, your Majesty,

But I must decline to perform this task.

Alright, I'll do it myself.

I have to do everything myself.

You are called "Louis the Just" Not without reason,

Your Majesty.

La Chesnaye!

La Chesnaye!

Here I am, Your Majesty.

You look splendid, Sire!

Splendid!

What happened, Your Majesty?

We have come to know,

the Queen has written a letter in the course of the day.

It has not yet been sent to its address.

We know whom it is addressed to.

- Where's the letter? - Examine, your Majesty!

Where is it?

Is this a search?

It appears, I am a criminal.

Where's the letter?

Here?

The letter.

The letter!

The letter!

The Cardinal was right: the intrigue is political.

You urge your brother

to declare war against France,

in order to dismiss the Cardinal.

The Cardinal tries so hard to protect you,

and you hate him so much!

Le Chesnaye!

La Chesnaye!

Here I am, Your Majesty.

You do me the honor, sir, of fighting against me,

regardless of your wound, which is very painful.

Very painful, indeed.

But the sword in my left hand will not do you any favor.

I'm equally good with both hands.

You are very courteous, sir.

I have a miraculous balsam,

given to me by my mother.

In less than three days

it would cure you.

Then it would be my honor to cross swords with you.

Your words savor of a true gentleman.

So spoke the gallant knights of Charlemagne,

in whom every knight should seek a model.

Where are those idlers?

I forgot to tell you.

I will have two seconds.

If you'd like to dispatch with me at once,

Don't inconvenience yourself.

That is again well said.

I love men of your metal, sir,

And later I'll have pleasure

of your conversation,

if I don't kill you today.

My pleasure!

Here comes one of them.

M. Porthos is your second?

Porthos!

- I'm fighting this gentleman. - I'm fighting him, too.

But at 1 o'clock.

What are you fighting about?

I'm going to fight because I like to fight.

We had a discussion upon dress.

And here's my other second.

What? M. Aramis is your other second?

I'm fighting this gentleman.

At 2 o'clock.

And what about?

Ours is a theological dispute.

Yes! A point in St. Augustine

on which we couldn't agree.

Now you're all assembled, gentlemen,

permit me to offer you my apologies.

You do not understand me.

I ask to be excused should I not be able to discharge

my debt to all three of you.

M. Athos has the right to kill me first.

Which does not leave much for you,

M. Porthos.

And will probably leave none for you,

M. Aramis.

Please accept my apologies, but on this score only!

And now...

Let us begin!

The Guards!

Hello, musketeers!

Musketeers fighting, are you?

What about the edict against duels?

Leave us alone, gentlemen.

It's the best you can do.

Go, gentlemen, go, while you still can.

Sheath your swords and follow us.

You are under arrest.

There are many of them, and we are but three.

Yes, we are three and we'll be beaten again or...

Or die here, on the spot.

Let me correct your words. We are four!

But you are not a Musketeer.

Withdraw, young man, we allow you to retire.

Wasn't Meung enough for you?

I do not wear the uniform, but I'm a Musketeer at heart!

Your must follow us,

or we'll take you by force!

We should be three,

one of whom is wounded,

with the addition of a boy, they'll claim we were four.

Yes, but to yield, Athos...

I suggest we fight.

Try me, gentlemen, you won't be disappointed.

We have the honor of charging you!

That one's mine!

Guards, draw your swords!

God, forgive us our debts!

I have a grudge to settle with you, sir!

Take that, you rascal!

Come here, everyone!

Here!

Cool down, my friend.

I'll show you!

- Be careful! - Thanks!

Stay put!

Drinking den, or chapel, Church, or tavern,

We follow orders, Apply all means.

Who serves the Cardinal,

Has a place Reserved in heaven.

That's what his Eminence

Promised us in the afterlife.

But in this mundane life

Let him ask satan

Let his ask satan For favors to his guards.

We are the only servants of the law,

Who will ensure order, if not us?

We do it on the sly, and very smoothly,

Either arrest or pierce the offender!

His Eminence

Promised us heaven in the afterlife.

But in this mundane life,

Let him ask satan,

For favors to his guards.

His Eminence

Promised us heaven in the afterlife.

But in this mundane life,

Let him ask satan,

Let him ask satan,

Let him ask satan for favors to his guards!

- My sword! - I'll wait.

Let's begin.

Charge!

Well done, Gascon!

Bravo!

Your sword, sir!

We'll meet again, I'm sure.

Till we meet again soon!

Though God's against duels,

But I have talent for swordsmanship.

I fight seven times a week,

But only when my honor is at stake.

I'm really not a duelist.

I'm really not a duelist.

Dear God, You see this body.

A body of a scoundrel and slanderer.

Not one of your better creations,

But you gave me a chance to correct it.

Though I'm really not a duelist.

I'm really not a duelist.

Years passing by,

Soon duels will be forgotten.

Maybe, that's for the best,

Maybe,

But it will be quite hard,

It will be quite hard

To call an insolent fellow to account!

To call an insolent fellow to account!

I'm at your service, gentlemen!

What lady can resist such a beautiful voice?

Hey, Gascon!

Athos.

Porthos.

Aramis.

And d'Artagnan!

One for all and all for one!

Gentlemen!

If it were one... I wouldn't mind.

But to disable 7 guards in 2 days!

That's far too many!

Including the Cardinal's favorite bodyguards.

Your Majesty!

The musketeers are quite contrite.

Contrite?

They ask Your Majesty to forgive them.

Contrite, full of repentance!

I place no confidence in their hypocritical faces.

Especially that one,

With a Gascon look.

Pistoles - the best award for loyalty!

Isn't that so?

La Chesnaye!

Give the boy 30, no, 40 pistoles.

The Gascons are always poor,

though they did help my father ascend the throne.

Since you have no room in the Musketeers,

I suggest the boy enter the guards company

of your brother-in-law, Desessarts.

Congratulations, d'Artagnan.

I already enjoy the face the Cardinal will make

when he learns that there are 5,

no, 10 times more Musketeers, than his Guards.

But, gentlemen, from today

no more duels.

Enough duels for today!

Can I count on your loyalty in the future?

In our lifetime Let's enjoy

The ladies and wine, And good luck with our swords.

With feathers swinging on our hats,

We'll tell our Fate: Merci beaucoup.

The old saddle is squeaking again,

And my old wounds feel the wind.

Where the devil are you heading for again?

Can't you afford some peace for a while?

In our lifetime Let's enjoy

The ladies and wine, And good luck with our swords.

With feathers swinging on our hats,

We'll tell our Fate: Merci beaucoup.

Paris needs money, C'est la vie,

And it needs more Valiant cavaliers.

But what's a cavalier without love?

And what's a cavalier without luck?

In our lifetime Let's enjoy

The ladies and wine, And good luck with our swords.

With feathers swinging on our hats,

We'll tell our Fate: Merci beaucoup.

Let us enjoy, Let us enjoy...

With feathers swinging on our hats,

We'll tell our Fate: Merci beaucoup.

We'll tell our Fate:

We'll tell our Fate:

We'll tell our Fate:

Merci beaucoup!

Merci beaucoup!

Change your step.

No one's at home!

I'm Bonacieux, the mercer!

I know.

Sir, I beg you, just two words!

Two words.

Let me go.

I love the Cardinal.

That hurts!

I know.

What have I done?

Where are you taking me?! Let me go!

Whoever comes in, close the mousetrap.

Here she comes.

Let me go! I'm the mistress of this house, Mme. Bonacieux!

We're aware of that!

Madame!

Why the devil are you tying me up with her?!

Untie me!

And my leg!

Madame, last night the Queen gave you a letter.

Where is it?

What?

I'll get it.

Take it out!

She bit you, too?

It's the letter!

Calm down!

- What's happening? - Everything's fine.

- What are you doing?! - Nothing, everything is alright.

Just a trifle more.

Look, how smooth it is.

Freshen up!

Now I'll wipe you dry and it will be just fine.

You're a beau!

So handsome!

A short massage!

There you go! Good luck!

What have I done?!

I like it!

You, idiot! He's upstairs!

Who's ill-treating a lady?!

Who's next? I'm at your service!

I'll show you!..

Dear sir, I don't know you, but if you are a friend,

Please take back the letter they've stolen from me.

The letter! Quickly!

I don't think I need it.

Thank you so much!

Who's next! out you go!

"We can see each other, Milord. K.B.T. will help you."

K.B.T. I've heard that somewhere before!

Rest assured: I'll kill your lover!

Whoever he is!

The secret is not mine!

I beg you to forget this, or risk losing you life.

- You serve the Queen. - Quiet!

I implore you.

Untie me, at last.

I'm sorry.

How can I repay you?

Young man, it is not only myself you saved.

I did what any man would have done.

I must run off.

But where?

The Cardinal's men will be back here soon.

I've met them before, I'm not afraid.

With d'Artagnan you have nothing to fear!

Please, stay with me for just for 5 minutes.

Under the circumstances, 5 minutes are like 5 centuries.

I must go.

But where and when shall I see you again?

- Would you like to? - Certainly!

- If you are free. - I have a husband.

- The mercer doesn't count. - Then I'm free.

- Can I count on your word? - Yes, you can.

Where and when, then?

Please, go. I promise to take care of everything myself.

I'm gone already!

Was that a promise?

I promise.

I'll show you, scoundrel!

I'll take care of them!

Just a minute!

I beg your pardon.

- Constance! - Thank you!

Quick, to the Louvre!

Here, don't be afraid.

Let's go!

What's your name, she, who saved me?

It's Kate.

And I'm d'Artagnan.

I've been watching you,

but only now made your acquaintance.

- I serve lady Winter. - I'll find you soon.

- But when? - Soon, very soon.

Thank you, St. Catherine!

It is not like you, Rochefort.

How could you let this Mme Bonacieux escape?

It's the damn Gascon, Who is to blame!

He's the devil himself!

Excellent!

To fight the devil is my holy obligation.

That young man is now with Desessarts company, isn't he?

Invite him to see me.

Gentlemen!

Athos, look what I found on my table today.

How the devil it got there, I don't know!

"M. d'Artagnan of Desessarts company

"is invited to come today at 8 o'clock

"to the Cardinal's palace."

I wouldn't go.

The Cardinal is not a lady, he won't talk of love.

I agree with Aramis.

This audience will be more dangerous than any duel.

Whatever happens, I'm going.

I wouldn't want to end up in the Bastille.

I agree with Aramis.

You'll save me from there.

Meanwhile, I'll know what his Eminence has to tell me.

I need to go there, my friends.

By the way, my dear d'Artagnan,

haven't I told you before, that my favorite pastime

is to take a walk after...

When is your audience?

At 8 o'clock.

After 8 pm near the Cardinal's palace.

It's been a long time Since we fought the guards.

I'm afraid, Richelieu Must think we're dead.

We'll be close at hand, d'Artagnan.

How about a nice, juicy rooster, gentlemen?

Wait!

That bird is not very important.

Have you ever heard you wife mention the names

of Buckingham or Camilla de Bois-Tracy?

I did, your Eminence!

So Constance is to blame for all my suffering here?!

This could be a consolation for you.

How I admire your Eminence!

Till we meet again,

my dear M. Bonacieux, for I am sure,

we will now meet quite often.

I understand.

There's a conspiracy. France is in danger.

I'll save my country.

I'll report to you each and every step my wife takes.

You're an honest man, M. Bonacieux.

Thank you.

Let him out, he can go.

Long live the Cardinal! Hurray to the great Cardinal!

And so ...

He will now spy voluntarily on his own wife.

Brilliant!

Are you d'Artagnan from Bearn?

Yes, your Eminence.

This way.

A few months ago you left your home town

and set off for Paris in search of good fortune?

Yes, your Eminence.

In Meung you encountered a certain problem?

Yes, it so happened that I...

I know.

You are well informed.

I'm at your service.

Don't hurry.

You don't know what I am about to suggest.

I'm sure the Cardinal of France

will not suggest anything bad or unworthy.

Correct.

I suggest we play a game of chess.

Excuse me, what if I don't play chess?

Then I'll teach you.

This way.

Take a seat.

Take a seat, please.

So, let's play.

These are pawns.

They move only forward.

These are chess pieces.

They move differently.

This is the Queen.

The moves any way one likes.

- Anyway who likes? - The player, naturally.

And what does the King do?

The King is the weakest piece, he needs constant protection.

That's clear.

- Let's begin? - Alright.

Wrong move.

- Why so? - That way you lose the horse.

So what.

I don't need accidental victims. Your may change your move.

I won't.

Then, check.

I'll move here.

- Check again. - I'll move there.

- I'll take your piece. - And I'll take yours.

You are a talented pupil. You quickly grasp everything.

I try.

I like you.

A good, strong move.

But you need someone to guide you

in the game of chance

you've chosen to play.

I suggest you play

on my side.

It means good money and great trust, young man.

Your Eminence,

you are playing white, my pieces are black.

All my friends are on the side of the Musketeers.

And by some incredible coincidence, all my enemies

serve your Eminence.

If I accepted your offer, they would

frown upon me on both sides.

I cannot permit myself such conduct, as if

I sold myself to you.

What if you did?

That's what you came to Paris for:

to sell at the highest price your sword,

your steady hand, your quick wit.

You dreamed of a military career?

That dream will come true.

You dreamed of money?

Of social standing?

You will get all of that.

That's true, but that was before.

Now I have my friends.

- I cannot... - Enough!

You are a gambler, d'Artagnan.

A reckless gambler.

We'll play again.

Let's say, this game has been postponed.

Be careful, d'Artagnan.

Starting from this point

your life is not worth a penny.

Your Eminence!

Gentlemen, he's coming.

Don't miss me too much. Good luck with your service.

So?

- Did you talk? - We played chess.

Chess?

I refused to take sides with the Cardinal.

You've made the right choice.

Well done!

I haven't won in chess yet, But have lost my life already.

That's yet to be seen!

You did what you had to do.

But you could have made a mistake.

Your Eminence, the Duke of Buckingham is in Paris.

In our lifetime Let's enjoy

The ladies and wine, And good luck with our swords.

With feathers swinging on our hats,

We'll tell our Fate: Merci beaucoup.

The old saddle's squeaking again...

List of actors:

The Three Musketeers: Benjamin Smekhov

Valentin Smirnitsky

Igor Starygin

Oleg Tabakov

Alexander Trofimov

Alisa Freinlikh

Lev Durov

Margarita Terekhova

Boris Kliuyev

Irina Alferova

Leonid Kanevsky

Alexei Kuznetsov

Vladimir Balon and others

Director of Photography: Alexander Polynnikov

Production designer: Larisa Tokareva

End of Part One