The Three Musketeers (2023) Movie Script
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[Francois panting and groaning]
[footsteps pattering]
[Francois pants heavily]
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[footsteps pattering]
[Francois grunts painfully]
- [Francois] Fuck!
Oh, no!
No!
- [Guard] On the ground!
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[Francois grunts]
Come on.
[Francois groans painfully]
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music continues]
[Francois continues
groaning painfully]
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[leaves rustling]
[Francois groans]
[Francois wincing painfully]
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[Francois pants and grunts]
[Francois continues grunting]
- Get back!
Get back, get back!
[Francois grunts painfully]
[Francois pants heavily]
[torch whooshing]
[Francois grunts painfully]
[guard grunts angrily]
[metal clanks]
- [Guard] Take him!
[metal clanks]
[blow lands]
[blade swooshing]
[guard groans]
[body thuds]
[guard grunts]
[blades clacking]
[both fighters grunting]
[blow lands]
[Treville grunts]
[guard grunts]
[swords clanking]
- Yah!
[sword striking]
[guard cries out]
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[both fighters grunting]
[swords clank]
[skin squelching]
[guard grunts painfully]
[body thuds]
[metal clanks]
Ah!
[both fighters
yell out manically]
[body thuds]
[low ominous music]
[Francois grunts
and pants heavily]
- The Cardinal, he means war.
Look for the sign.
The fleur-de-lis.
[Treville sighs gently]
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[dark ominous music]
[wind whooshing]
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[suspenseful music swells]
[blade unsheathing]
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music continues]
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music continues]
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[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
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[horse snorts]
[footsteps pattering]
- Good morning, Mademoiselle.
I can assure you, you
do not need to wash.
I mean, you are beautiful.
I mean...
I mean, to say, you do not
need to wash your face.
- Good morning to you, My Lord.
[birds chirping]
- Mademoiselle, you
should not linger here.
Places like this are not
safe for a woman alone.
- Am I in danger?
- I fear so.
See those men over there?
I'm concerned for your safety.
- I'm forever grateful
for your concern.
I shall leave at once.
[footsteps departing]
- Come no closer, sir.
You will not harm her.
- That is a fine
sword you carry.
Too fine, I think,
for the likes of you.
What is your name, boy?
- Charles de Batz de Castelmore.
But you can know
me as D'Artagnan.
- Hmm, D'Artagnan?
Now, that is the name for a
Gaston breed of simpleton,
am I not right? [laughs slyly]
- Are you calling me a fool?
- I see your hand
on your sword, boy.
Is that not the act of a fool,
to challenge one's
better in defence
of the honour of a
lady you barely know?
[sword unsheathes]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- I don't think it's foolish.
I think it's what a
true Musketeer would do.
[Rochefort laughs]
- So be it, Musketeer.
[blow lands]
[D'Artagnan grunts painfully]
[suspenseful dramatic
music] [birds chirping]
[laughs] An attack without the
proper etiquette is no jewel.
[Rochefort laughs slyly]
- Draw your sword and
fight me like a man.
- Find me a man,
and I'll fight him.
Hmm?
All I see here is
an ill-taught boy.
[Rochefort laughs]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[blow lands]
[D'Artagnan groans painfully]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
A true swordsman must
have self-control.
You?
A farm boy having a tantrum.
[Rochefort laughs slyly]
[sword whooshing]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[both men grunting]
- Go!
[blow lands]
Go!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[both men grunting]
[sword clanking]
[Rochefort pants]
[dark suspenseful music]
[D'Artagnan yells]
[water splashing]
[Rochefort laughs]
- I'll kill you!
[water splashing]
[blade unsheathes]
[D'Artagnan pants frighteningly]
- [Rochefort] Temper, temper.
- I'm not scared of you.
- And that is why
you are a fool.
[dark suspenseful music]
[blade thuds]
[water splashing]
- Let me go!
Give that back!
That belongs to me!
- Oh, no, boy.
I know this blade.
It is mine by rights.
Ready the horse!
[D'Artagnan yells out
angrily] [water splashing]
The D'Artagnan that
I knew was a traitor.
The Musketeers have
always been corrupt,
and soon, France will know it.
- Take that back!
That's not true!
He took my sword.
- Count yourself lucky
he didn't take your life.
Trust me, young Gascon,
you are no match for
such a dangerous man.
- Time to go!
- Wait, no!
You can't go with him.
- My honour is not
worth defending.
Let me go.
[footsteps departing]
[birds chirping]
[D'Artagnan yells out
angrily] [water splashing]
[wind whooshing]
[footsteps pattering]
[uptempo mellow music]
[patrons chattering
indistinctly]
[patrons continue
chattering indistinctly]
[liquid sloshing]
[patron grunts]
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[hat thuds]
[D'Artagnan exhales loudly]
[gloves thud]
- Drink?
- Along with food in my
belly and a bed for the night.
- Food, lodging,
drinks, eight sou.
- Oh, I'm not sure I...
[coins jangling]
[coins clattering]
- One, two, three,
four, five, six.
Two more, please.
[coins clattering]
Oh, you get to keep one.
[patrons chattering
indistinctly]
Welcome to Paris, sir!
[hat thuds]
- All well?
- Yes, sir.
[cork squeaking]
- More news?
[liquid sloshing]
- Some skirmishing on
the Spanish borders.
Nothing unusual
there, I suppose.
Grimuad reports something
from the forest in the north.
Bandits or witches?
- Can I get one of those?
[cork squeaks]
[liquid sloshing]
- [Planchet] There.
What brings you to The Shield?
- I seek the King's Musketeers.
[cup thuds]
- You a messenger?
- No, I'm going to join them.
- [Planchet] You, a Musketeer?
- Something wrong with that?
- No, no!
No offence.
No offence, man.
- Easy now.
He means nothing by it, boy.
[low suspenseful music]
- [D'Artagnan] I'm not a boy.
- Well, your behaviour
would suggest otherwise.
Hardly that of a gentleman,
or indeed, one of your
sainted Musketeers.
- How dare you insult
the Musketeers.
What would you know of them?
- Very little, it would seem.
My apologies.
Enjoy your drink.
- You, sir, are no gentleman,
but I see a sword by your side.
I'll prove to you the
metal of the Musketeers.
Face me!
- I shall finish my drink first.
- And then?
- You shall have
your satisfaction.
- Good.
Midnight, out the back.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- On second thoughts,
Planchet, I shall need another.
[cork squeaks]
- Sir.
[liquid sloshing]
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- And if the 1610
doesn't warm your heart,
may I present the 1548,
[barrel hissing]
the finest elixir my
estate has to offer.
An exquisite nose,
I think you'll agree.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
[Porthos smacks lips]
More than suitable to stock
the bar for your audiences.
Titillated, Madame?
- Indeed.
And once we've discussed
the price of the barrels,
you can show me something else?
[Porthos laughs]
- My special wares.
Of course, dear ladies,
let us do our negotiations.
Sorry, can I help you?
- Me?
- No, I'm merely
enjoying the show.
I must say, your
technique is admirable.
- I beg your pardon?
- The way you dazzle them
with your fancy words
to fool them as you
take their money,
just like the charlatans
trading lame cows
at the cattle market back home.
- How dare you?!
- Do you know who this is?
- Well, this crest-
- The emblem
of the ancient and noble
estate of my family.
- The symbol of port
excise authority?
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Nonsense!
Better men have
died for less, boy!
- And better men will try.
Back of the bar,
quarter past midnight.
[coat rustles]
- What?
[Porthos scoffs]
[footsteps departing]
My dearest leading ladies,
please, allow me to explain.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- God created the
very beauty men covet.
So how can it be
sinful to give your all
to those who ask it?
- That is, indeed,
an interesting point,
and one I would be
happy to address.
But first, we really
ought to put pen to paper.
[paper rustling]
- Let's just see where
the night takes us.
I would learn a
little more about sin.
- I fear that is
something best kept
between a lady
and her confessor.
- Confessor?
Accompany me upstairs, and
I will reveal everything.
[Aramis chuckles shyly]
- I could not give
you full attention
with such unfinished
business hanging over my head.
[D'Artagnan laughs]
Do you mind?
This is none of your business.
- Walk away from this
charlatan, my lady,
before he relieves you
[paper ripping]
of both your dignity
and your gold.
- Charlatan?
Liar!
- Madame, please?
[footsteps departing]
- Is every man in
this city on the make?
[D'Artagnan sighs]
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
- That was the
Comtesse de Rouen.
She's the heir to the
largest fortune in Paris.
- So you admit to
bein' after her money?
- I do, indeed, Stranger.
I spent the last three months
single-mindedly pursuing
that young lady,
and after many
expensive dinners,
I had persuaded her to
defy the Cardinal himself,
[Aramis softly chuckles]
[bottle clanks]
and fully fund the
orphanage at St. Peters.
- What?
But I-
[Aramis mumbles]
- I just needed a signature.
No matter.
I am sure the
orphans will survive
one more winter on the streets.
Lord knows they had
enough practise.
- You're making this up.
You don't strike me
as a man of faith.
- How dare you, boy?!
- Don't call me a...
Back of the tavern,
half past 12.
Don't be late.
[D'Artagnan exhales loudly]
Welcome to Paris.
[wind whooshing]
[footsteps pattering]
[feet clomping]
[dark ominous music]
[footsteps pattering]
- What are you doing here?
- I have an appointment.
- Hmm, me, too.
- Gentlemen.
- [laughs] Well, you don't
lack for social engagement.
- Let's get this
over with, shall we?
I did not expect to
find you here, boy.
I admire your bravery.
However, I offer
these words of wisdom.
If you were to survive
a second night in Paris,
I suggest you learn to
respect your elders.
[D'Artagnan laughs smugly]
Now, walk away
while you still can,
and we will consider
this matter closed.
- Coward.
Where I'm from, respect
is something a man earns.
- What is your name, boy?
- Charles de Batz de Castelmore.
D'Artagnan.
- D'Artagnan?
I've heard that name before.
You're either brave
or very stupid.
- They say the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.
- Are you insulting my father?
- There are three of us.
Yet, you still want to fight?
- An agreement is an agreement.
And like my father,
I'm a man of my word.
- So be it,
[sword unsheathes]
Charles de Batz de
Castelmore D'Artagnan.
[blade unsheathes]
[Porthos and Aramis laugh]
- Where's your sword, boy?
- I am not a boy!
And I was in another duel,
where it was stolen.
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Take this.
I'm sure I'll have it
in a moment or two.
- My thanks.
But I'll prove you wrong.
En-garde.
- If you must.
[footsteps clacking]
[low suspenseful music]
- He has heart,
I'll give him that.
- It's a brain he's missing.
[swords whooshing]
[D'Artagnan pants frightened]
- Do you even know
how to use that, boy?
- Make your move, old man!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- [Jussac] Hold it right there!
- [Athos] Jussac?
What are you doing here?
- Gentlemen, on any other night,
I would remind you that
duelling is illegal.
- No duelling here, Jussac.
Merely honest citizens
dealing with a private matter.
- As I said, on any other night,
I'm sure my men would
be more than happy
to escort you to the Bastille
to discuss these
private matters.
- And tonight is not
an ordinary night?
- Very astute, Monsieur Aramis.
- Out with it, snake!
- There's no delicate way
to say this, friend, Athos.
- Huh?
- A warrant has been issued
for the arrest of your
commander, Monsieur De Treville.
He's been accused of traitorous
actions toward the state,
for which he must answer.
- Nonsense!
- As of midnight, the Musketeers
were officially disbanded,
pending investigation on charges
of sedition and corruption.
- This is insane!
- My orders come from
Cardinal Richelieu himself.
Hand over your swords
and your colours at once.
[sword unsheathes]
- Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt.
Repeat those names.
- Well, this is the
Count de la Fre, Athos.
This is Monsieur
'Herblay, known as Aramis.
And last, and most
certainly not least,
here is I, the Baron du Vallon,
but you can call me Porthos.
- The Three Musketeers?
- At least the boy can count.
[Porthos chuckles]
[D'Artagnan pants loudly]
- All my life, I have
dreamed of meeting you,
and joining your ranks.
- Well, sorry to disappoint you.
- So the orphanage,
that was real?
Monsieur Porthos, you weren't
trying to cheat those ladies.
- Oh, no, I was definitely
trying to cheat those ladies.
[Porthos laughs]
- Enough of this!
Put up your arms!
- There's only five of them.
You must fight.
[horse hooves clomping
in the distance]
- Are you familiar with Monsieur
Treville's tactical advice
when facing overwhelming odds?
Run!
[group all yelling]
[footsteps pattering]
- Which way?
[ominous suspenseful music]
- Guard the stairs,
secure the exits.
Guard the doors!
Guard that exit over there.
[ominous suspenseful
music swells]
- All for one!
[guards clamouring]
- Such enthusiasm.
- Positively exhausting.
- Should we...
- It would be rude not to.
- Come on!
[guards clamouring]
[table clatters]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[fighters groaning and grunting]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[blow lands]
[guard groans]
[blows continue landing]
[hand thuds]
[guard winces loudly]
[uptempo suspenseful
music] [guard groans painfully]
- Thank you!
[blow lands]
- Yah!
[guard grunts]
[blow lands]
[guard yells out painfully]
[objects clattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[Jussac yells indistinctly]
- Wait!
- Huh?
- Yah!
[glass shattering]
[body thuds]
- Swine!
Come on!
[guard yells maniacally]
[guard grunts]
[body thuds]
- Go on!
[guard groans]
Get back!
[blow lands]
[fighters grunting and groaning]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
Don't just lay there, come on!
[guard yells out
maniacally] [Athos slurping]
[guard grunts]
[glass shattering]
- What's goin' on?
[fighters clamouring]
[blow lands]
[guard yells out painfully]
[Aramis grunts]
[body thuds]
[guard grunts]
- Come on!
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[Athos and Aramis
panting exhaustively]
[low suspenseful music]
- Shoot them!
[gun cocks]
- Porthos!
[Porthos yells out maniacally]
[bucket clanks]
[body thuds]
- Eww!
Oddly sporting, friend.
- Take them down!
[moving orchestral music]
[axe thwacks]
[rope whooshing]
[light fixture clatters]
[guard grunts painfully]
[low suspenseful music]
- In nomine patris es
filii [axe thwacks]
et spiritus sancti.
[door rattles]
- You!
The Cardinals will here of this.
- I do hope so.
Give the leech our
regards, Jussac.
- That was legendary!
All of Paris should hear this!
- You gave a good
account to yourself.
Your father's teachin'?
- Pity he didn't teach
you any common sense.
- You made an enemy of
the Red Guard today,
all to take on
someone else's fight.
- I fought beside
the Musketeers!
- You heard Jussac?
There are no Musketeers here!
[dramatic melancholic music]
- Worry not.
Athos just needs a drink.
He'll be his usual
charming self by the morning.
Come on.
Drinks are on you for all
the trouble you've caused.
[mysterious quirky music]
- [Porthos] What's wrong?
- I have no coin.
[Porthos whistles upbeat tune]
- What are you doing?
[Jussac breathes shakily]
[blade clacks]
Please, please, I have a wife.
[fabric ripping]
[coins rattle]
[coins jingling]
[coins clank]
- Take a lesson
from Porthos, boy.
Make the most of the
opportunities the
life presents you.
You never know when
it will run out.
- Now, the first
part I do agree with,
but unlike my friend,
I intend to live forever.
So you were gonna
buy me a drink.
[insects chirping]
[chain lightly rattles]
[rooster crows in the distance]
[footsteps pattering]
[glass shards clanking]
[Musketeer snores loudly]
[footsteps pattering]
[Musketeer continues
snoring loudly]
[metal clacks]
- I guarantee you my blade
is quicker than your pistol.
- Relax, boy.
This man is not our enemy.
- I didn't know she
was your daughter.
- Monsieur Treville,
excuse our young friend.
There's no need to do him harm.
- Just so, hmm?
[low suspenseful music]
- Monsieur Treville.
I beg your forgiveness, sir.
I travelled from Gascony to
offer my life and my sword.
- Well, I see you three
still know how to relax.
Let's get to it.
I don't have much time.
[cup thuds]
[objects clanking]
[Musketeer whispers
indistinctly]
[object thuds]
[dishes clanking]
[feet shuffling]
[Musketeers groaning]
- [Athos] So, to what
do we owe this pleasure?
[suspenseful orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
- [chuckles] You almost
had me there, Your Grace,
but I'm on to you.
Now, with the greatest
of all respect,
I think it's time I
gave you a little lesson
in military tactics.
[General laughs]
Check.
- Bishop to king four.
[chess piece clacks]
- How the devil?
- I do not study
tactics, my dear General.
I study people.
- Cardinal, we must talk.
- Of course, Your Majesty.
General, you have your duties.
- Your Majesty.
[footsteps clacking]
- I've heard rumours.
- Rumours?
- The people,
[stammers] they
think me just a boy.
They...
They hate me.
- I find that very
hard to believe.
- I fear an uprising.
They wouldn't do
that, would they?
I'm their king.
- More their god, Sire.
They worship you like
the son in the heavens.
However, it would
be remiss of me
if I were not to inform you,
that I, too, have
heard whispers.
We, as experienced
men of politics,
must accept the evergreen truth,
that the English would
have you brought down.
- Snakes!
- And due to their involvement,
we now face a threat
much closer to home.
I'm sad to inform you
that I believe I've
uncovered a plot
led by Monsieur De Treville.
- Treville?
But he's the captain
of my personal guard.
- I'm afraid so.
I sincerely hope my
suspicions are unfounded,
but it will not
be the first time
the Musketeers
have been suspect.
I've been forced
to disband them,
until I find the
truth of the matter.
- Disbanded?
But who will guard me
at the celebrations?
- Do not fear, Your Majesty.
My men will protect you.
I have something
planned this year
that will fill the
hearts of your citizens.
Do remember, Sire,
we all have our role to play.
[low ominous music]
- It appears I'm a traitor,
and the Cardinal's
men will stand at
His Majesty's side
for his birthday.
- That is an unfortunate timing.
- Convenient timing.
He means to make a
move against the King?
- He wouldn't dare!
- Not directly, no.
But he's up to something,
and it's happening now.
He's dispatched an
agent bearing a message.
The agent must be
stopped at all costs.
- We shall stop him!
Where is he?
- Well, that's the problem.
All we know is he's
meeting a military contact
in two days outside the city.
- Ah, Paris is a big city.
- [Treville] He's using the
sign of the fleur-de-lis.
- I saw him
yesterday afternoon at
the crossroad by Corbeil.
There was a coach
with the fleur-de-lis.
And the man, the agent,
he had an eye patch.
- A man with an eye patch
dressed all in black?
- Yes.
I'll never forget his face.
He assaulted me and
took my father's sword.
- This boy's an Italian.
- [Treville] Bertrand's son?
- Yes, sir.
My father was no traitor.
- I know it too well, young man.
Your father was not to blame.
I just couldn't prove it.
We truly had traitors
in the ranks,
but all I could
do is expel them.
Bernajoux, Rochefort.
- Are they still at large?
- Oh, you've met one of them.
The one-eyed man,
that's Rochefort,
a name you should
curse, young D'Artagnan,
for it was he-
[pounding on door]
- [Guard] Open in
the name of the King!
Treville, you're a wanted man.
- Go!
Go now!
[pounding on door]
Stop Rochefort!
I'll keep them busy.
- But, sir?
- Go!
- You heard the Captain!
Planchet, put the boy in the
cellar until they're gone.
- No!
I'm coming with you!
- Athos, take him with
you, [pounding on door]
for his father's sake.
And God go with you.
- Gonna be a long day.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- Something strong,
I think, Planchet.
- Certainly, sir.
[gun clanks]
[pounding on door]
[wood clattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[gentle orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
- This is where we fought.
Then he got into the
carriage and headed that way.
- [Aramis] Heading
for the English coast?
- [Porthos] That's a
long way in two days.
Rouen maybe?
- Wherever he is headed,
Rochefort will rule the day
he crossed swords with me.
[Porthos chuckles]
- Inspiring.
Do you remember,
he took that sword?
- Be careful of
vendettas, my friend.
You will need to
muster your temper,
if you wanna become a Musketeer.
- I'm not one to turn the
other cheek and walk away.
- Do not cast aside all logic
simply because you were
made to look foolish.
Pride often comes before a fall.
- Fall straight into the
horse trough, I think he said.
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- And to put me off guard?
- Enough bickering!
Gentlemen, we are half a
day away from our enemy,
and we have much
ground to make up.
Come.
[dramatic orchestral
music] [horse hooves clomping]
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Well, where now?
[horse snorts]
- Let's find out.
[metal clanking]
[fire crackling
in the background]
[steam hissing]
[object clanking]
[footsteps pattering]
Forgive the intrusion.
- Become accustomed to it.
- [Athos] I'm after a
carriage bearing this emblem.
- May I?
- Help yourself.
- [Athos] Do you recognise it?
Are they heading
towards the coast?
- [Smith] Came through
at first light, sir.
But you're mistaken,
they're headed up
the Versailles Road.
- South?
- Aye, sir.
- Thank you for your time.
Let's go.
[footsteps departing]
- [Porthos] Nice fella.
- Lying?
- Through his teeth.
That was a 1580 in the
feet, if I ever tasted one.
Cost more than a smith
could earn in a month.
- Paid off?
Rochefort knows we're after him.
- I'm afraid so.
- Gentlemen!
We ride north.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
Spy glass.
There.
[Porthos laughs slyly]
- At last!
A little hunting.
The hunting of man.
- Come on!
[dramatic orchestral music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[horse whinnies]
- [groans] Nothing.
He's too far ahead.
- We will catch them,
but not today.
- Why have we stopped?
Come on, he was just here!
- Up to the horses.
We've been ridin'
'em hard all day.
They need rest.
- There's a farmstead
down in the valley.
Fresh mounts.
- This way.
[horse hooves clomping]
- [Musketeer] Come on.
Come on.
[horse hooves continue clomping]
Come on, come on.
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[Musketeers chatter
indistinctly]
- You're too late.
- Pardon?
- [Margaux] Someone
came here only hours ago
and bought up all me horses.
- Who?
- A Parisian dandy in a
fancy carriage bought the lot.
- Good lady, we find
ourself in a predicament.
Do any of your friends or
neighbours keep horses?
- For a fair price, but
not an extravagant one.
- Well, they might not
take kindly to strangers.
- My dear lady, if you're
willing to act as a broker,
we will, of course,
pay a modest fee.
- How much?
- [Aramis] We can
discuss this on the way.
- [Porthos] After you, Madame.
- You stay with the horses.
Seems they're worth quite a lot.
- But?
[D'Artagnan sighs frustratingly]
[footsteps pattering]
- [Celine] The horses!
- [D'Artagnan] Hey,
you can't have them!
- No, you idiot!
- Hiyah, come on now!
Go on!
[horse hooves clattering]
- [D'Artagnan] Hey!
[Celine screams]
Leave her alone!
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[sword unsheathes]
[weapons clanking]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[bandit grunts angrily]
[bandit yells indistinctly]
[feet clomping]
[bandit grunts]
[blow lands]
- Oh, god!
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[bandit groans angrily]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[bandit grunts angrily]
[blow lands]
[sack thudding]
[body thuds]
[bandit groans painfully]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
- [D'Artagnan] Yeah,
you better run!
[D'Artagnan continues
panting heavily]
[wind whooshing]
[whimsical orchestral music]
[footsteps pattering]
- D'Artagnan!
The horses?
- I am so sorry.
[D'Artagnan mumbles]
Did you find any more?
- Seems Rochefort's
men have gone to
every farm in the valley.
He really doesn't
want us to catch him.
- What do we do now?
- [Athos] You tell me, farm boy.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
You protected me.
You didn't need to, and
that's why you lost the horses.
I want to make it up to you.
- Mademoiselle, I hardly
think we have time.
I mean, the mission is urgent.
- I mean, I think I can help.
- Oh!
Oh!
How?
[uptempo mellow music]
[uptempo mellow music continues]
[bag clatters]
I don't know how to thank you.
- Well, maybe you could
drop in on your way home?
When your mission that
is so, so urgent is over.
- What did we tell you, lad?
Make the most of opportunity.
Ah, the nautical life!
Man the oars.
Hand on the tiller!
I tell you, young D'Artagnan,
Porthos is at one with
the water and the wind!
[laughs] Our victory is assured!
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- May the good Lord preserve us.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
[low ominous music]
- [Richelieu]] Oh,
on the contrary,
I think that was one of
the best ideas you've had.
- [King Louis] My
idea, Cardinal?
I thought the
suggestion was yours?
- [chuckles] No, I'm
merely the instigator.
As always, I draw my
inspiration from you, My King.
- I still don't see how
a hunting trip will help?
- Oh, that's simple.
You fear the people who
see you as a mere boy,
and therefore, a weak king.
Now, hunting is the
most manly of sports.
Imagine how the people
would see their King
returning fresh from the kill,
bearing the hide of
a wolf or a lion?
- Yes, that would be impressive,
most certainly.
[Richelieu chuckles softly]
Can it be arranged?
- Well, if you forgive
me, Your Highness,
I've taken the liberty of
setting the wheels in motion.
[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
[water rushing]
[Musketeers yelling]
[object clattering]
- Ow.
[Porthos laughs]
[water splashing]
[water sloshing]
You certainly are
one with the water,
and now, so is the rest of us!
[Porthos laughs]
Thank you so much!
[Porthos continues laughing]
- At least there's
salvation of lunch.
Come here!
[Porthos laughs in the distance]
[water sloshing]
[fire crackling
in the background]
[birds chirping]
[fire hissing]
- Despite Captain Windbags
appalling sense of balance,
we've made very good time.
By my reckoning,
we may be as little as
an hour behind the agent.
- Yeah, you see?
- We're an hour behind,
if we had horses.
- So what do we do?
- I've been thinkin' about that.
So...
We landed around here.
- Wait.
- Boy, let me talk.
- Do you hear that?
[horse hooves clomping
in the distance]
- I swear it's not me.
[horse hooves continue
clomping in the distance]
[horse hooves clomping]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gun cocks]
- Guards!
To me!
Bring the carriage!
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[carriage rattling]
[horse hooves clomping]
- Rochefort!
- Yah!
[horse hooves clomping]
[gun cocks]
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[gunshot blasting]
[captains yells out painfully]
[horse hooves clomping]
[body thuds]
- Porthos, with me.
- Stop it, stop it!
- We need to go after them!
- We need to get dressed.
[footsteps pattering]
[foot thuds]
[grass rustles]
- [Porthos] Out cold.
- Sleeping on the job?
- Yeah.
Sloppy, I'd call it.
[gunshot blasting]
Now what?
- [Chevreuse] Bandits!
Put down your weapons.
Step away from that man.
- [Coquenard] Don't make
us ask a second time.
- Do we look like
bandits to you?
- Ladies?
- Ladies?
[eerie suspenseful music]
- Ah, Porthos!
- Oh!
Uh...
- My dear, Monsieur Porthos,
you're always so
impeccably turned out.
- Apologies, ladies,
you've caught us off guard.
- I thought you said,
"You couldn't attend our
performance", Monsieur Porthos?
You told me,
"You'd be off in the spas
of the Fontainebleau",
and yet, isn't that in
the other direction?
- Well, you see, the thing is,
that I-
- Are you going to
introduce us, Porthos?
- Oh, yes, of course,
friend, Athos.
This is Madame Chevreuse and
this is Madame Coquenard,
the flowers of the French stage.
This is my dear friend, Athos.
This is Aramis, and
the lad is D'Artagnan.
- Musketeers, all,
how wonderful to meet you.
And your other friend?
- This gentleman is in the
service of a traitor of France.
He would greet you,
but can't seem to
wake the fellow up.
And we do have
questions for him, too.
- Well, I certainly know how to
bring a gentleman to
attention, Monsieur Porthos.
[wind whipping]
[coachman inhales sharply]
[coachman grunts painfully]
- What's going on?
Who are you?!
- I can tell by looking
at you, you are no fool.
You know what these men want.
But you also know they're
Musketeers, men of honour.
- What?
Yes, of course.
- And although
they're big and scary,
especially that one,
you secretly know, that
if you just keep quiet
and hold your tongue,
they'll not torture you.
- They would never stoop so low.
- As it should be.
However, my friend and
I are not Musketeers.
- No.
[blade unsheathes]
We are high-born ladies
of good breeding.
And as I'm sure you're aware,
the nobility aren't
noted for their patience.
- Or even their
rationality, for that matter.
- Look, I don't understand.
What do you want?!
- Simply this.
You tell these gentlemen
what they wish to know,
or my noble friend and I will
do appalling things to you.
- We just can't help it.
The money, it just
goes to one's head.
[Chevreuse and
Coquenard laugh giddily]
- All right, all right,
I'll tell you anything!
I'll tell you anything
you want to know.
Anything.
Anything!
[fire sizzling]
[Aramis applauds]
- A fine performance, ladies.
- We'll send you the bill.
[Porthos chuckles]
So they're not
making for Rouen, but
instead, to the forest nearby
to meet this contact.
This agent-
- Rochefort.
- Indeed.
He must deliver the
Cardinal's payment
to someone identifying
themselves as this fox
in the middle of Vexin Forest.
- The fox.
- Sounds like he's
out chasing chickens.
- Hmm, that's not too far.
We can still catch them.
- What route will they take?
- There's only one
route through Vexin.
Here.
- What's this here?
- The mountain.
It's too steep, too overgrown.
You can't get a
carriage across it.
You have to go around.
- But on foot...
- Even if you could catch them,
I don't see how you're
gonna go up against Rochefort
and his men.
Not to mention, the bandits.
- I thought about that.
Inspired by you ladies.
Could we lean further
on your charity?
- We're not at home to charity,
but we could discuss a deal.
[low mysterious music]
- Fine!
[Athos and Aramis laugh]
[gunshot blasting]
[bullet whizzing]
- [scoffs] Blast!
[Richelieu applauds]
- Impressive, Sire.
But for a chance gust of wind,
the prize would've been yours.
- I really want to make an
impression, you understand?
- Foregone conclusion, Sire.
- I wish I shared your
confidence, Richelieu,
but I must confess, the thought
of leading a hunting party
with all those
dukes and generals,
especially the likes
of Tarente and Belmise,
I fear my inexperience may
lessen me in their eyes.
- Fear not, Your Majesty.
Fortune has your back.
A rumour reached me.
The Spanish are
moving to the border.
I dispatched the generals
for our defence this morning.
They will be gone
for several weeks.
- Am I to travel alone?
Is that wise?
- No, Sire.
I and my men will be
with you every step.
- Hmm, thank you.
[footsteps pattering]
[ominous suspenseful music]
[wind whooshing]
[horse hooves clomping]
[low ominous music]
- Whoa!
[low ominous music continues]
This place ain't right.
Witchcraft?
- Don't be foolish!
[disembodied whispering
throughout the forest]
- What's going on?
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gunshot blasting]
[driver yells out
painfully] [body thuds]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
What are you doing, you fools?!
[gunshot blasting]
Don't you know who I am?!
[gunshots blasting]
Sergeant, drive them off.
- [Sergeant] Yes, sir.
With me!
- I'm surrounded by idiots.
[footsteps pattering]
[carriage door clatters open]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gun clacks]
[intense suspenseful music]
[Rochefort pants]
- Well met, friend.
[weapon clatters]
- Friend?
You have me at a disadvantage.
- [D'Artagnan] I've
been waitin' for you.
I'm the one you seek, "The Fox".
- [Rochefort] You're
shorter than I expected.
- [D'Artagnan] And you have
fewer eyes than I imagined.
- Shall we get this done?
- [D'Artagnan] At once.
Do you have the coin?
- Naturally.
But first, I must give you this.
[letter rustles]
[paper crinkles]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants]
[scarf rustling]
Hold still, little vermin.
You are no fox.
- I'll wager, you never expected
to see me again, monsieur?
- And you would be
correct. [chuckles]
Who are you?
- What?
I'm your mortal enemy.
- [Rochefort] Really?
- I swore I'd hunt you down.
- [Rochefort] Ah, well,
I make a lot of enemies.
- [D'Artagnan] You
dishonoured me.
You took my father's sword!
[Rochefort evily laughs]
- Of course.
The Gascon's boy.
How rude of me. [chuckles]
Well, it's very pleasant
to see you again,
but I have more
important matters.
[blade unsheathing]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
Nothing personal.
The fate of France in my
hands, that sort of thing.
A shame, really,
for you to meet the
same end as your father
at the edge of my blade.
[weapon whooshing]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
- [sighs] He talks too much.
- I'll kill you!
- Back!
There are more important things!
Search the carriage.
We need to find the money for
paying off the real bandit.
[D'Artagnan grunts angrily]
Go!
Go.
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[carriage door creaks open]
[gun cocks]
[melancholic dramatic music]
- Please, mademoiselle,
I mean no harm.
[carriage door clatters]
Your master's no
longer a threat.
- [Milady] Dead?
- A prisoner of the king.
I'm sorry to inform you,
Rochefort is a traitor
to his country.
- You have no idea
what it's been like.
- You're safe now.
You have my word.
Do you mind?
- Forgive me.
Thank you, sir.
- I'm just doing
my duty for France.
[Aramis sighs loudly]
- [Aramis] Oh,
mademoiselle, forgive the
intrusion.
- She's a friend.
- Did you find it?
- I was distracted.
- So I see.
Mademoiselle, if you please?
Keep searching.
- Thank you, sir.
I'm so glad that you got
to- [leaves rustling]
- You?
- Oh.
Oh, dear.
[carriage door clatters shut]
- It's empty.
You're back?
We've been busy.
- [Athos] You have, indeed.
- There's no sign
of Cardinal's gold.
- Do we need it?
You have the agent.
Surely, our mission is done?
- So it would seem.
- D'Artagnan, a word.
- [D'Artagnan] Of course.
[body shuffling]
What's going on?
- She cannot be trusted.
- [D'Artagnan] I
don't understand.
She tried to help
when I was attacked.
- She's travelling
with Rochefort.
What more do you need?
- She's just a servant.
She had no choice.
[Athos slyly chuckles]
- And doesn't go anywhere
she doesn't want to.
- [D'Artagnan] You know her?
- I used to.
She is the enemy, boy.
Search her for the gold,
then tie her up, and
put her in the carriage.
Those men will be back.
- Apologies, my lady.
- You must do your
duty, of course.
[gun clanks]
[sword thuds]
- Do not cross Athos.
He knows what he's about.
- I don't understand?
- You will when he's ready.
In the meantime, content
yourself with victory.
We have Rochefort,
France has been saved,
and my old friend,
Cardinal Richelieu,
had a bloody nose.
[sword clanks]
- All for one.
- So I hear.
- Ah, brave Musketeers.
Not above taking
a man from behind.
- You took this unfairly.
It will never leave
my side again.
You lost, Rochefort.
The Cardinal's plan,
whatever it was, is done.
You'll be dragged back to
Paris in chains as a traitor.
- Really?
There are those that believe
the Musketeers are traitors,
much like your own father,
a collaborator with the
English and a coward.
Do you know, he was on his knees
pleading for his life when I
drove a dagger into his throat?
[Rochefort grunts]
- D'Artagnan!
No!
Quiet!
[Rochefort evily laughs]
Come.
- Put a sword in my hand,
fight like a man,
brave Musketeer.
[D'Artagnan grunts
angrily] - D'Artagnan.
[bandits yelling manically]
- Ah, now, I think they might
actually be the real bandits.
- They could have
made more effort.
Our costumes are so much better!
Come on!
[gunshot blasting]
[bandit grunts forcefully]
[body thuds]
[swords clanking]
[blade slicing]
[bandit yells out painfully]
- Get her out of here!
[blade slicing]
[bandit groans painfully]
[weapons clanking]
[blade slicing]
[blows landing]
[Porthos yells fiercely]
[gunshot blasting]
[body thuds]
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Shall we?
- Yeah!
Come on!
[uptempo whimsical music]
[suspenseful orchestral music]
- Anne!
[Milady grunts]
[gunshot blasting]
[Milady and Athos grunt]
[Athos winces painfully]
- Athos?
[Athos groans]
[dark suspenseful music]
[swords clanking]
[skin squelching]
[bandit yells out painfully]
[bandit groans angrily]
[Milady grunts]
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[blows continue landing]
[Milady grunts]
[body thuds]
[Athos winces painfully]
- You okay?
- I'll live.
[Milady and Athos groan]
[Athos grunts painfully]
- Ooh!
[Milady grunts]
[Athos pants heavily]
[Milady grunts]
[blade clanks]
[dark ominous music]
[footsteps pattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- Here, here, quick!
[footsteps pattering]
[sack thuds]
[cape rustling]
Shh!
[footsteps pattering]
Oh boy!
[bandit groans]
[body thuds]
[blow lands]
[skin squelching]
[Porthos laughs]
[footsteps pattering]
Hello again.
[blow lands]
[bandit yells out]
[body thuds]
[bandit groans]
[blows landing]
[Porthos pants heavily]
- Athos is hurt.
- So, we need a distraction.
Buckingham's picnic?
- The cellar?
The Duchess of Flanders and
her love of a fine cigar?
- That's the one!
- Oh, Aramis, I thought
we were friends?!
- Do you have a better plan?
- All right!
[sack clatters]
But I get to do it!
- [Aramis] All right, fine.
[footsteps pattering]
[wind lightly whooshing]
[birds chirping]
- They're gaining on us.
[Athos pants]
- There!
[Athos whispers]
- Yes.
[Athos grunts]
- Come on.
[Milady grunts]
- [Athos] Come on.
[Milady groans]
[Athos pants heavily]
[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
[explosion booms
in the distance]
[footsteps pattering]
[bandit yells indistinctly]
[bandits grunting]
- [Aramis] Porthos?
Porthos?
[Porthos gulps loudly]
Again!
- We don't have to use
the whole of this one!
- Oh, just do it!
- [scoffs] Fine!
[bandits yelling indistinctly]
- Come on!
[flame whooshing]
[spark sizzling]
[barrel whooshing]
[explosion booms]
[bandit grunts]
- That's 50 lever!
Happy?
- Yeah.
[Porthos grunts angrily]
[water rushing]
[water rushing in the distance]
- There.
Head for the break in the trees.
[uptempo mellow music]
[Athos grunts]
[Athos continues grunting]
[low mysterious music]
[Athos grunts painfully]
- What's that?
- Something precious.
[Athos grunts painfully]
[footsteps pattering]
[low mysterious music]
Not far now!
Quickly!
- D'Artagnan!
- Come on.
We can catch her up.
- Don't trust her.
- Don't worry, she
can't have gone far.
- I'm right here.
[footsteps pattering]
Athos was right not to trust me.
[ominous suspenseful music]
[wind whooshing]
[low suspenseful music]
[footsteps pattering]
[Athos speaks indistinctly]
[footsteps pattering]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- [Bernajoux] So...
[tent opening rustles]
[Bernajoux chuckles]
- Bernajoux.
So you were "The Fox"?
- Friend, Athos.
You've looked better.
[Rochefort softly sighs]
- You?
[Rochefort chuckles]
- We saw your signal.
Clever bit of work.
The cargo, you have it?
- Could you ever doubt me?
Undo me.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing you've
not dreamed of, boy.
- Oh, Anne.
Always did have such
expensive taste.
- I hope that is satisfactory?
- So it's all about the
money now, Bernajoux?
You were a Musketeer.
You used to believe
in something.
- Mmm, money is good,
and so is the chance
to pay old debts.
[Athos winces painfully]
- There's no time for this.
Your quarry is on his way.
- Ready the weapons!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[cover rustling]
[covers whooshing]
Set the powder store in the
centre to feed their guns.
[barrel clattering]
- Move.
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
- Whatever you're planning,
you will not get away with it.
- You know, young Gascon,
I once heard those
words from your father.
He was wrong, too. [chuckles]
Just like you when you said
this would never
leave your side again.
- Don't.
- Bring them.
[footsteps pattering]
[feet clomping]
- Let him go.
He's just a young fool.
- A plea for mercy from Athos.
Oh, my dear, how poetic.
- I'm not afraid
to die for France.
- Please?
- Did you give me anything
that I begged you for,
my dear husband?
Even one small thing?
- Anne, you have always
been too much for me.
Utterly overwhelming.
Boy, do you remember
Monsieur Treville's advice
on dealing with the
utterly overwhelming?
Run!
[bandit grunts]
- [Milady] No!
[triumphant dramatic music]
[lock clanks]
[Athos grunts]
- Stop him!
[sword whooshing]
[metal clanks]
[blow lands]
[bandit grunts]
Shoot him down!
[gunshot blasting]
[air whooshing]
[gunshot blasting]
[skin squelching]
[Rochefort grunts]
[leaves rustling]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
Gascon!
[D'Artagnan pants]
- [Bandit] Yah!
[footsteps pattering]
[D'Artagnan whimpers]
[leaves rustling]
[uptempo suspenseful music]
[leaves rustling]
[uptempo suspenseful
music continues]
[gunshot blasting]
[gunshots continue blasting]
[body thuds]
- [D'Artagnan] Porthos!
Aramis!
- Sorry to break up the party.
- We wondered where you got to.
- Oh, you know D'Artagnan,
so many social engagements.
[wind whooshing]
[birds chirping]
[horse hooves clomping]
- I think this is the furthest
I've ever been from Paris.
Beautiful countryside, isn't it?
- Stunning, your Majesty.
- Really makes you want to
get something in your
sights, you know?
Bring down a bear and
mount it above the throne.
Really show the people who I am.
Splendid. [chuckles]
We nearly there yet?
- Oh, very near.
Very near.
Vexin Forest, France's
greatest hunting ground,
ready for the greatest
hunt of our age.
[dark dramatic music]
[lock rattles]
[key clanks]
- [sighs] Fools.
Look, just go get a
hammer, a chisel, something.
- Why are men always
so incompetent?
- Apologies, Milady.
It will be dealt
with momentarily.
- Well, you have me to yourself.
Did you want to say something?
- I underestimated you.
- Obviously.
- I underestimated
how deeply your talons
would cut into my heart.
I underestimated how
badly it would hurt
to tear you from my life.
- If this is an attempt
at an apology-
- No.
No apologies.
I loved you, Anne,
but you lied to me.
You betrayed me.
- Is that what you
really believe?
My dear husband,
you were always in
love with a dream.
- Ah, but some dreams are worth
fighting for, aren't they?
Even dying for?
[dramatic melancholic music]
[hair pin clanks]
[lock clicks]
[cage door clacks]
- I am sorry, my Athos,
but soon, you will have
died for your dreams.
[dark ominous music]
[necklace softly thuds]
[footsteps departing]
- Look there.
- We'll never get to Athos
without them seeing us.
[low suspenseful music]
- Would you say, we're up
against overwhelming odds again?
- Well, yes, I suppose so.
But we can't just rush in
without a proper strategy.
If we just go-
- Have faith, old friend.
Let's hear the boys' plan.
[footsteps pattering]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- [Bernajoux] The gunners
have marked the range.
We will not miss.
- And the decorations?
- Hmm, we've got a
cart load of corpses,
Musketeer tabards,
Musketeer symbols.
Your king would be found
with his enemies
laid all around him.
- And Athos will be
the cherry on the cake.
- Hmm, the final nail
in Treville's coffin.
- Tragic.
The King is so young, after all.
The realm will need a steward,
for that honest man
Treville, has proven false.
I'm sure the Cardinal
will reluctantly step in.
- We will each have
our own vengeance,
and new opportunities to pursue.
[dark ominous music]
- I shall accompany
the beaters, Sire.
While you should
head down the valley,
we shall scout around the edge,
and drive the
beasts towards you.
- Capital!
I shall be ready.
I must confess, I find
this all terribly exciting.
- As I do, Sire.
[footsteps pattering]
Come, gentlemen.
[gun clanks]
[footsteps pattering]
- [Aramis] D'Artagnan?
[gun clanks]
- Thanks.
You ready?
- One more thing.
[low suspenseful music]
[weapon clanks]
[Porthos softly grunts]
- This is ridiculous!
You know that.
It will get us killed.
- The lad has a point.
When Monsieur Treville
said we should run,
he never said in
which direction.
[fire whooshing]
[sword sheathing]
[low suspenseful music]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- A few minutes more.
[Musketeer groans]
[carriage lightly rattles]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
Ready yourselves.
[low suspenseful music swells]
[carriage clatters]
[bandits grunting]
[barrels clatter]
[explosion booms]
[Milady grunts]
- [Bernajoux] No!
- No!
- Let's go!
[sword unsheathing]
[Musketeer yells indistinctly]
[fire crackling]
[uptempo dramatic music]
[Musketeers yelling maniacally]
- Stop them!
[bandit yells out angrily]
[bandit grunts]
[swords clank]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[swords continue clanking]
[sword whooshing]
[blade slicing]
[gunshot blasting]
[Aramis chuckles giddily]
[blades clank]
[blow lands]
[sword whooshing]
[blades clank]
[gunshot blasting]
[bandit groans angrily]
[blow lands]
[blades clanking]
[Porthos yells maniacally]
[gunshot blasts]
[explosion booms]
[body thuds]
[object clatters]
[Porthos laughs maniacally]
[sword unsheathes]
- Cut them down!
This is your payday, fools!
[Porthos laughs]
[Bernajoux grunts angrily]
[Porthos grunts maniacally]
[bandit whimpers]
[Porthos laughs]
[blow lands]
[Porthos groans]
[Porthos laughs maniacally]
[blow lands]
[Porthos grunts loudly]
[blades clacking]
[bandit groans]
[bandit and Porthos grunt]
[body thuds]
[Milady pants]
[dramatic melancholic music]
[blow lands]
[bandit grunts]
[sword unsheathes]
[bandit groans painfully]
[dark dramatic music]
- Traitor.
- [grunts] The bird
has flown the nest.
[Bernajoux chuckles]
[dark dramatic music continues]
[swords clanking]
[dark dramatic music continues]
- [pants] Rochefort!
[footsteps pattering]
[Rochefort pants heavily]
[Rochefort chuckles]
[low dramatic music]
- Little, little Gascon.
[coins clank]
[sword unsheathes]
[Rochefort pants]
[blades clanking]
[sword clatters]
[low dramatic music]
- This is for my father.
- Oh, just get on with it.
[swords clanking]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[swords clanking]
[blow lands]
[Athos grunts loudly]
[Athos pants]
[sword swooshing]
[stool clatters]
[Athos grunts]
[sword thwacking]
[Bernajoux grunts loudly]
[feet shuffling]
[blow lands]
[blow lands]
[Bernajoux grunts painfully]
[elbow thuds]
[Athos groans painfully]
[blow lands]
[feet clomping]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[blade whooshing]
[Athos grunts]
[Athos and Bernajoux grunting]
[blow lands]
[Athos grunts]
- Enjoy your payday.
[body thuds]
[swords clanking]
[D'Artagnan and
Rochefort grunting]
[D'Artagnan yells out angrily]
[Rochefort grunts angrily]
[D'Artagnan and
Rochefort groaning]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[dramatic triumphant music]
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
- Where's the boy?
- There!
[dramatic triumphant
music continues]
Come on!
- He needs this.
[swords clank]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[swords clanking]
[D'Artagnan grunting]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[Rochefort pants heavily]
- You lied and lied for gold,
both you and Bernajoux.
You sold out my father
and Monsieur Treville.
- If providence provides,
Treville rots in jail.
Like the fool he is,
he'll die penniless and shamed,
just like your
coward of a father.
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[coins jangle]
[blade slicing]
[Rochefort groans painfully]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[foot thuds]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[Rochefort grunts]
- You took everything
away from my father.
Now, I should do the same.
An eye for an eye,
you might say.
[dark dramatic music]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
France will know
you as a traitor.
Teach his just desserts.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Your father taught you well.
- Amongst others.
[sword whooshing]
[sword clacks]
- Well done.
[sword clatters]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Gentlemen.
- Traitor!
[gunshot blasting]
[debris clatters]
Damn!
We have to stop him!
Find the horses!
We can't let him reach
Paris! - No.
Higher powers will deal
with him, old friend.
Have faith.
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- So what now?
- The plot is foiled
and the King is safe.
- And the drinks
are on the Cardinal.
[Aramis laughs]
[footsteps pattering]
- What is it?
- It's not over.
[gunshot blasting]
- [King Louis] Dammit!
- Not your morning, Sire.
[drink sloshing]
- Very well, no matter.
[dark suspenseful music]
Ah, wonderful.
Many thanks.
[dark suspenseful music swells]
[glass shattering]
- [Kings Guard] Sire?
Sire, are you hurt?
- I'm fine.
I'm fine!
[gun clanks]
What are you doing?
[sword unsheathes]
- Step away from him!
[dark suspenseful music]
- Traitor.
- [Athos] Sire!
- It seems a husband
really does know his wife.
- Perhaps, he does?
Your Majesty.
- Take this snake away.
[footsteps departing]
[low dramatic music]
[Porthos slurping]
- Gentlemen.
[dramatic melancholic music]
- Once again, gentlemen, I
find myself in your debt.
All France sings your praises.
Consider the
Musketeers reinstated.
- The King himself
commissioned your new livery.
- They really are
magnificent, Sire.
- As could only be expected.
Thank you, Sire.
- Not at all.
Not at all.
- D'Artagnan, your Majesty.
- Ah, yes.
Bertrand's your father?
Captain Treville has quite
explained his circumstances
to my satisfaction.
An honourable man.
[sword unsheathes]
- My sword is yours, Sire.
[Treville clears throat]
- Yes, quite.
Well, I will watch your
career with interest.
Many thanks once again, Captain.
I think it's time the
Cardinal and I had a little
talk,
man to man.
[chess piece clanks]
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Thank you, gentlemen.
That will be all.
- Come, Captain Windbag.
Navigate us to the
nearest tavern.
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
- Oh, D'Artagnan?
[sac rustles]
[sac softly thuds]
Seems the bloody
tailor can't count.
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Open it.
[D'Artagnan chuckles]
[swords unsheathing]
All for one...
[sword unsheathes]
[sword clanks]
- [Musketeers] And one for all!
[dramatic orchestral music]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[sombre orchestral music]
[sombre orchestral
music continues]
[sombre orchestral
music continues]
[low dramatic music]
[camera lens whirring]
[low dramatic music continues]
[mysterious orchestral music]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[intense dramatic tones]
[Francois panting and groaning]
[footsteps pattering]
[Francois pants heavily]
[ominous suspenseful music]
[footsteps pattering]
[Francois grunts painfully]
- [Francois] Fuck!
Oh, no!
No!
- [Guard] On the ground!
[ominous suspenseful music]
[Francois grunts]
Come on.
[Francois groans painfully]
[ominous suspenseful
music continues]
[Francois continues
groaning painfully]
[ominous suspenseful
music continues]
[leaves rustling]
[Francois groans]
[Francois wincing painfully]
[Francois pants heavily]
[ominous suspenseful
music continues]
[uptempo suspenseful music]
[Francois pants and grunts]
[Francois continues grunting]
- Get back!
Get back, get back!
[Francois grunts painfully]
[Francois pants heavily]
[torch whooshing]
[Francois grunts painfully]
[guard grunts angrily]
[metal clanks]
- [Guard] Take him!
[metal clanks]
[blow lands]
[blade swooshing]
[guard groans]
[body thuds]
[guard grunts]
[blades clacking]
[both fighters grunting]
[blow lands]
[Treville grunts]
[guard grunts]
[swords clanking]
- Yah!
[sword striking]
[guard cries out]
[ominous suspenseful music]
[both fighters grunting]
[swords clank]
[skin squelching]
[guard grunts painfully]
[body thuds]
[metal clanks]
Ah!
[both fighters
yell out manically]
[body thuds]
[low ominous music]
[Francois grunts
and pants heavily]
- The Cardinal, he means war.
Look for the sign.
The fleur-de-lis.
[Treville sighs gently]
[gentle sombre music]
[gentle sombre music continues]
[dark ominous music]
[wind whooshing]
[dark ominous music continues]
[wind whooshing]
[dark ominous music continues]
[wind whooshing]
[dark ominous music continues]
[wind whooshing]
[dark ominous music continues]
[suspenseful music swells]
[blade unsheathing]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
[dark suspenseful music]
[horse snorts]
[footsteps pattering]
- Good morning, Mademoiselle.
I can assure you, you
do not need to wash.
I mean, you are beautiful.
I mean...
I mean, to say, you do not
need to wash your face.
- Good morning to you, My Lord.
[birds chirping]
- Mademoiselle, you
should not linger here.
Places like this are not
safe for a woman alone.
- Am I in danger?
- I fear so.
See those men over there?
I'm concerned for your safety.
- I'm forever grateful
for your concern.
I shall leave at once.
[footsteps departing]
- Come no closer, sir.
You will not harm her.
- That is a fine
sword you carry.
Too fine, I think,
for the likes of you.
What is your name, boy?
- Charles de Batz de Castelmore.
But you can know
me as D'Artagnan.
- Hmm, D'Artagnan?
Now, that is the name for a
Gaston breed of simpleton,
am I not right? [laughs slyly]
- Are you calling me a fool?
- I see your hand
on your sword, boy.
Is that not the act of a fool,
to challenge one's
better in defence
of the honour of a
lady you barely know?
[sword unsheathes]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- I don't think it's foolish.
I think it's what a
true Musketeer would do.
[Rochefort laughs]
- So be it, Musketeer.
[blow lands]
[D'Artagnan grunts painfully]
[suspenseful dramatic
music] [birds chirping]
[laughs] An attack without the
proper etiquette is no jewel.
[Rochefort laughs slyly]
- Draw your sword and
fight me like a man.
- Find me a man,
and I'll fight him.
Hmm?
All I see here is
an ill-taught boy.
[Rochefort laughs]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[blow lands]
[D'Artagnan groans painfully]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
A true swordsman must
have self-control.
You?
A farm boy having a tantrum.
[Rochefort laughs slyly]
[sword whooshing]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[both men grunting]
- Go!
[blow lands]
Go!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[both men grunting]
[sword clanking]
[Rochefort pants]
[dark suspenseful music]
[D'Artagnan yells]
[water splashing]
[Rochefort laughs]
- I'll kill you!
[water splashing]
[blade unsheathes]
[D'Artagnan pants frighteningly]
- [Rochefort] Temper, temper.
- I'm not scared of you.
- And that is why
you are a fool.
[dark suspenseful music]
[blade thuds]
[water splashing]
- Let me go!
Give that back!
That belongs to me!
- Oh, no, boy.
I know this blade.
It is mine by rights.
Ready the horse!
[D'Artagnan yells out
angrily] [water splashing]
The D'Artagnan that
I knew was a traitor.
The Musketeers have
always been corrupt,
and soon, France will know it.
- Take that back!
That's not true!
He took my sword.
- Count yourself lucky
he didn't take your life.
Trust me, young Gascon,
you are no match for
such a dangerous man.
- Time to go!
- Wait, no!
You can't go with him.
- My honour is not
worth defending.
Let me go.
[footsteps departing]
[birds chirping]
[D'Artagnan yells out
angrily] [water splashing]
[wind whooshing]
[footsteps pattering]
[uptempo mellow music]
[patrons chattering
indistinctly]
[patrons continue
chattering indistinctly]
[liquid sloshing]
[patron grunts]
[uptempo mellow music continues]
[hat thuds]
[D'Artagnan exhales loudly]
[gloves thud]
- Drink?
- Along with food in my
belly and a bed for the night.
- Food, lodging,
drinks, eight sou.
- Oh, I'm not sure I...
[coins jangling]
[coins clattering]
- One, two, three,
four, five, six.
Two more, please.
[coins clattering]
Oh, you get to keep one.
[patrons chattering
indistinctly]
Welcome to Paris, sir!
[hat thuds]
- All well?
- Yes, sir.
[cork squeaking]
- More news?
[liquid sloshing]
- Some skirmishing on
the Spanish borders.
Nothing unusual
there, I suppose.
Grimuad reports something
from the forest in the north.
Bandits or witches?
- Can I get one of those?
[cork squeaks]
[liquid sloshing]
- [Planchet] There.
What brings you to The Shield?
- I seek the King's Musketeers.
[cup thuds]
- You a messenger?
- No, I'm going to join them.
- [Planchet] You, a Musketeer?
- Something wrong with that?
- No, no!
No offence.
No offence, man.
- Easy now.
He means nothing by it, boy.
[low suspenseful music]
- [D'Artagnan] I'm not a boy.
- Well, your behaviour
would suggest otherwise.
Hardly that of a gentleman,
or indeed, one of your
sainted Musketeers.
- How dare you insult
the Musketeers.
What would you know of them?
- Very little, it would seem.
My apologies.
Enjoy your drink.
- You, sir, are no gentleman,
but I see a sword by your side.
I'll prove to you the
metal of the Musketeers.
Face me!
- I shall finish my drink first.
- And then?
- You shall have
your satisfaction.
- Good.
Midnight, out the back.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- On second thoughts,
Planchet, I shall need another.
[cork squeaks]
- Sir.
[liquid sloshing]
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- And if the 1610
doesn't warm your heart,
may I present the 1548,
[barrel hissing]
the finest elixir my
estate has to offer.
An exquisite nose,
I think you'll agree.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
[Porthos smacks lips]
More than suitable to stock
the bar for your audiences.
Titillated, Madame?
- Indeed.
And once we've discussed
the price of the barrels,
you can show me something else?
[Porthos laughs]
- My special wares.
Of course, dear ladies,
let us do our negotiations.
Sorry, can I help you?
- Me?
- No, I'm merely
enjoying the show.
I must say, your
technique is admirable.
- I beg your pardon?
- The way you dazzle them
with your fancy words
to fool them as you
take their money,
just like the charlatans
trading lame cows
at the cattle market back home.
- How dare you?!
- Do you know who this is?
- Well, this crest-
- The emblem
of the ancient and noble
estate of my family.
- The symbol of port
excise authority?
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Nonsense!
Better men have
died for less, boy!
- And better men will try.
Back of the bar,
quarter past midnight.
[coat rustles]
- What?
[Porthos scoffs]
[footsteps departing]
My dearest leading ladies,
please, allow me to explain.
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
- God created the
very beauty men covet.
So how can it be
sinful to give your all
to those who ask it?
- That is, indeed,
an interesting point,
and one I would be
happy to address.
But first, we really
ought to put pen to paper.
[paper rustling]
- Let's just see where
the night takes us.
I would learn a
little more about sin.
- I fear that is
something best kept
between a lady
and her confessor.
- Confessor?
Accompany me upstairs, and
I will reveal everything.
[Aramis chuckles shyly]
- I could not give
you full attention
with such unfinished
business hanging over my head.
[D'Artagnan laughs]
Do you mind?
This is none of your business.
- Walk away from this
charlatan, my lady,
before he relieves you
[paper ripping]
of both your dignity
and your gold.
- Charlatan?
Liar!
- Madame, please?
[footsteps departing]
- Is every man in
this city on the make?
[D'Artagnan sighs]
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
- That was the
Comtesse de Rouen.
She's the heir to the
largest fortune in Paris.
- So you admit to
bein' after her money?
- I do, indeed, Stranger.
I spent the last three months
single-mindedly pursuing
that young lady,
and after many
expensive dinners,
I had persuaded her to
defy the Cardinal himself,
[Aramis softly chuckles]
[bottle clanks]
and fully fund the
orphanage at St. Peters.
- What?
But I-
[Aramis mumbles]
- I just needed a signature.
No matter.
I am sure the
orphans will survive
one more winter on the streets.
Lord knows they had
enough practise.
- You're making this up.
You don't strike me
as a man of faith.
- How dare you, boy?!
- Don't call me a...
Back of the tavern,
half past 12.
Don't be late.
[D'Artagnan exhales loudly]
Welcome to Paris.
[wind whooshing]
[footsteps pattering]
[feet clomping]
[dark ominous music]
[footsteps pattering]
- What are you doing here?
- I have an appointment.
- Hmm, me, too.
- Gentlemen.
- [laughs] Well, you don't
lack for social engagement.
- Let's get this
over with, shall we?
I did not expect to
find you here, boy.
I admire your bravery.
However, I offer
these words of wisdom.
If you were to survive
a second night in Paris,
I suggest you learn to
respect your elders.
[D'Artagnan laughs smugly]
Now, walk away
while you still can,
and we will consider
this matter closed.
- Coward.
Where I'm from, respect
is something a man earns.
- What is your name, boy?
- Charles de Batz de Castelmore.
D'Artagnan.
- D'Artagnan?
I've heard that name before.
You're either brave
or very stupid.
- They say the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.
- Are you insulting my father?
- There are three of us.
Yet, you still want to fight?
- An agreement is an agreement.
And like my father,
I'm a man of my word.
- So be it,
[sword unsheathes]
Charles de Batz de
Castelmore D'Artagnan.
[blade unsheathes]
[Porthos and Aramis laugh]
- Where's your sword, boy?
- I am not a boy!
And I was in another duel,
where it was stolen.
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Take this.
I'm sure I'll have it
in a moment or two.
- My thanks.
But I'll prove you wrong.
En-garde.
- If you must.
[footsteps clacking]
[low suspenseful music]
- He has heart,
I'll give him that.
- It's a brain he's missing.
[swords whooshing]
[D'Artagnan pants frightened]
- Do you even know
how to use that, boy?
- Make your move, old man!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- [Jussac] Hold it right there!
- [Athos] Jussac?
What are you doing here?
- Gentlemen, on any other night,
I would remind you that
duelling is illegal.
- No duelling here, Jussac.
Merely honest citizens
dealing with a private matter.
- As I said, on any other night,
I'm sure my men would
be more than happy
to escort you to the Bastille
to discuss these
private matters.
- And tonight is not
an ordinary night?
- Very astute, Monsieur Aramis.
- Out with it, snake!
- There's no delicate way
to say this, friend, Athos.
- Huh?
- A warrant has been issued
for the arrest of your
commander, Monsieur De Treville.
He's been accused of traitorous
actions toward the state,
for which he must answer.
- Nonsense!
- As of midnight, the Musketeers
were officially disbanded,
pending investigation on charges
of sedition and corruption.
- This is insane!
- My orders come from
Cardinal Richelieu himself.
Hand over your swords
and your colours at once.
[sword unsheathes]
- Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt.
Repeat those names.
- Well, this is the
Count de la Fre, Athos.
This is Monsieur
'Herblay, known as Aramis.
And last, and most
certainly not least,
here is I, the Baron du Vallon,
but you can call me Porthos.
- The Three Musketeers?
- At least the boy can count.
[Porthos chuckles]
[D'Artagnan pants loudly]
- All my life, I have
dreamed of meeting you,
and joining your ranks.
- Well, sorry to disappoint you.
- So the orphanage,
that was real?
Monsieur Porthos, you weren't
trying to cheat those ladies.
- Oh, no, I was definitely
trying to cheat those ladies.
[Porthos laughs]
- Enough of this!
Put up your arms!
- There's only five of them.
You must fight.
[horse hooves clomping
in the distance]
- Are you familiar with Monsieur
Treville's tactical advice
when facing overwhelming odds?
Run!
[group all yelling]
[footsteps pattering]
- Which way?
[ominous suspenseful music]
- Guard the stairs,
secure the exits.
Guard the doors!
Guard that exit over there.
[ominous suspenseful
music swells]
- All for one!
[guards clamouring]
- Such enthusiasm.
- Positively exhausting.
- Should we...
- It would be rude not to.
- Come on!
[guards clamouring]
[table clatters]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[fighters groaning and grunting]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[blow lands]
[guard groans]
[blows continue landing]
[hand thuds]
[guard winces loudly]
[uptempo suspenseful
music] [guard groans painfully]
- Thank you!
[blow lands]
- Yah!
[guard grunts]
[blow lands]
[guard yells out painfully]
[objects clattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[Jussac yells indistinctly]
- Wait!
- Huh?
- Yah!
[glass shattering]
[body thuds]
- Swine!
Come on!
[guard yells maniacally]
[guard grunts]
[body thuds]
- Go on!
[guard groans]
Get back!
[blow lands]
[fighters grunting and groaning]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
Don't just lay there, come on!
[guard yells out
maniacally] [Athos slurping]
[guard grunts]
[glass shattering]
- What's goin' on?
[fighters clamouring]
[blow lands]
[guard yells out painfully]
[Aramis grunts]
[body thuds]
[guard grunts]
- Come on!
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[Athos and Aramis
panting exhaustively]
[low suspenseful music]
- Shoot them!
[gun cocks]
- Porthos!
[Porthos yells out maniacally]
[bucket clanks]
[body thuds]
- Eww!
Oddly sporting, friend.
- Take them down!
[moving orchestral music]
[axe thwacks]
[rope whooshing]
[light fixture clatters]
[guard grunts painfully]
[low suspenseful music]
- In nomine patris es
filii [axe thwacks]
et spiritus sancti.
[door rattles]
- You!
The Cardinals will here of this.
- I do hope so.
Give the leech our
regards, Jussac.
- That was legendary!
All of Paris should hear this!
- You gave a good
account to yourself.
Your father's teachin'?
- Pity he didn't teach
you any common sense.
- You made an enemy of
the Red Guard today,
all to take on
someone else's fight.
- I fought beside
the Musketeers!
- You heard Jussac?
There are no Musketeers here!
[dramatic melancholic music]
- Worry not.
Athos just needs a drink.
He'll be his usual
charming self by the morning.
Come on.
Drinks are on you for all
the trouble you've caused.
[mysterious quirky music]
- [Porthos] What's wrong?
- I have no coin.
[Porthos whistles upbeat tune]
- What are you doing?
[Jussac breathes shakily]
[blade clacks]
Please, please, I have a wife.
[fabric ripping]
[coins rattle]
[coins jingling]
[coins clank]
- Take a lesson
from Porthos, boy.
Make the most of the
opportunities the
life presents you.
You never know when
it will run out.
- Now, the first
part I do agree with,
but unlike my friend,
I intend to live forever.
So you were gonna
buy me a drink.
[insects chirping]
[chain lightly rattles]
[rooster crows in the distance]
[footsteps pattering]
[glass shards clanking]
[Musketeer snores loudly]
[footsteps pattering]
[Musketeer continues
snoring loudly]
[metal clacks]
- I guarantee you my blade
is quicker than your pistol.
- Relax, boy.
This man is not our enemy.
- I didn't know she
was your daughter.
- Monsieur Treville,
excuse our young friend.
There's no need to do him harm.
- Just so, hmm?
[low suspenseful music]
- Monsieur Treville.
I beg your forgiveness, sir.
I travelled from Gascony to
offer my life and my sword.
- Well, I see you three
still know how to relax.
Let's get to it.
I don't have much time.
[cup thuds]
[objects clanking]
[Musketeer whispers
indistinctly]
[object thuds]
[dishes clanking]
[feet shuffling]
[Musketeers groaning]
- [Athos] So, to what
do we owe this pleasure?
[suspenseful orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
- [chuckles] You almost
had me there, Your Grace,
but I'm on to you.
Now, with the greatest
of all respect,
I think it's time I
gave you a little lesson
in military tactics.
[General laughs]
Check.
- Bishop to king four.
[chess piece clacks]
- How the devil?
- I do not study
tactics, my dear General.
I study people.
- Cardinal, we must talk.
- Of course, Your Majesty.
General, you have your duties.
- Your Majesty.
[footsteps clacking]
- I've heard rumours.
- Rumours?
- The people,
[stammers] they
think me just a boy.
They...
They hate me.
- I find that very
hard to believe.
- I fear an uprising.
They wouldn't do
that, would they?
I'm their king.
- More their god, Sire.
They worship you like
the son in the heavens.
However, it would
be remiss of me
if I were not to inform you,
that I, too, have
heard whispers.
We, as experienced
men of politics,
must accept the evergreen truth,
that the English would
have you brought down.
- Snakes!
- And due to their involvement,
we now face a threat
much closer to home.
I'm sad to inform you
that I believe I've
uncovered a plot
led by Monsieur De Treville.
- Treville?
But he's the captain
of my personal guard.
- I'm afraid so.
I sincerely hope my
suspicions are unfounded,
but it will not
be the first time
the Musketeers
have been suspect.
I've been forced
to disband them,
until I find the
truth of the matter.
- Disbanded?
But who will guard me
at the celebrations?
- Do not fear, Your Majesty.
My men will protect you.
I have something
planned this year
that will fill the
hearts of your citizens.
Do remember, Sire,
we all have our role to play.
[low ominous music]
- It appears I'm a traitor,
and the Cardinal's
men will stand at
His Majesty's side
for his birthday.
- That is an unfortunate timing.
- Convenient timing.
He means to make a
move against the King?
- He wouldn't dare!
- Not directly, no.
But he's up to something,
and it's happening now.
He's dispatched an
agent bearing a message.
The agent must be
stopped at all costs.
- We shall stop him!
Where is he?
- Well, that's the problem.
All we know is he's
meeting a military contact
in two days outside the city.
- Ah, Paris is a big city.
- [Treville] He's using the
sign of the fleur-de-lis.
- I saw him
yesterday afternoon at
the crossroad by Corbeil.
There was a coach
with the fleur-de-lis.
And the man, the agent,
he had an eye patch.
- A man with an eye patch
dressed all in black?
- Yes.
I'll never forget his face.
He assaulted me and
took my father's sword.
- This boy's an Italian.
- [Treville] Bertrand's son?
- Yes, sir.
My father was no traitor.
- I know it too well, young man.
Your father was not to blame.
I just couldn't prove it.
We truly had traitors
in the ranks,
but all I could
do is expel them.
Bernajoux, Rochefort.
- Are they still at large?
- Oh, you've met one of them.
The one-eyed man,
that's Rochefort,
a name you should
curse, young D'Artagnan,
for it was he-
[pounding on door]
- [Guard] Open in
the name of the King!
Treville, you're a wanted man.
- Go!
Go now!
[pounding on door]
Stop Rochefort!
I'll keep them busy.
- But, sir?
- Go!
- You heard the Captain!
Planchet, put the boy in the
cellar until they're gone.
- No!
I'm coming with you!
- Athos, take him with
you, [pounding on door]
for his father's sake.
And God go with you.
- Gonna be a long day.
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- Something strong,
I think, Planchet.
- Certainly, sir.
[gun clanks]
[pounding on door]
[wood clattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[gentle orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
- This is where we fought.
Then he got into the
carriage and headed that way.
- [Aramis] Heading
for the English coast?
- [Porthos] That's a
long way in two days.
Rouen maybe?
- Wherever he is headed,
Rochefort will rule the day
he crossed swords with me.
[Porthos chuckles]
- Inspiring.
Do you remember,
he took that sword?
- Be careful of
vendettas, my friend.
You will need to
muster your temper,
if you wanna become a Musketeer.
- I'm not one to turn the
other cheek and walk away.
- Do not cast aside all logic
simply because you were
made to look foolish.
Pride often comes before a fall.
- Fall straight into the
horse trough, I think he said.
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- And to put me off guard?
- Enough bickering!
Gentlemen, we are half a
day away from our enemy,
and we have much
ground to make up.
Come.
[dramatic orchestral
music] [horse hooves clomping]
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Well, where now?
[horse snorts]
- Let's find out.
[metal clanking]
[fire crackling
in the background]
[steam hissing]
[object clanking]
[footsteps pattering]
Forgive the intrusion.
- Become accustomed to it.
- [Athos] I'm after a
carriage bearing this emblem.
- May I?
- Help yourself.
- [Athos] Do you recognise it?
Are they heading
towards the coast?
- [Smith] Came through
at first light, sir.
But you're mistaken,
they're headed up
the Versailles Road.
- South?
- Aye, sir.
- Thank you for your time.
Let's go.
[footsteps departing]
- [Porthos] Nice fella.
- Lying?
- Through his teeth.
That was a 1580 in the
feet, if I ever tasted one.
Cost more than a smith
could earn in a month.
- Paid off?
Rochefort knows we're after him.
- I'm afraid so.
- Gentlemen!
We ride north.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
Spy glass.
There.
[Porthos laughs slyly]
- At last!
A little hunting.
The hunting of man.
- Come on!
[dramatic orchestral music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[horse whinnies]
- [groans] Nothing.
He's too far ahead.
- We will catch them,
but not today.
- Why have we stopped?
Come on, he was just here!
- Up to the horses.
We've been ridin'
'em hard all day.
They need rest.
- There's a farmstead
down in the valley.
Fresh mounts.
- This way.
[horse hooves clomping]
- [Musketeer] Come on.
Come on.
[horse hooves continue clomping]
Come on, come on.
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[Musketeers chatter
indistinctly]
- You're too late.
- Pardon?
- [Margaux] Someone
came here only hours ago
and bought up all me horses.
- Who?
- A Parisian dandy in a
fancy carriage bought the lot.
- Good lady, we find
ourself in a predicament.
Do any of your friends or
neighbours keep horses?
- For a fair price, but
not an extravagant one.
- Well, they might not
take kindly to strangers.
- My dear lady, if you're
willing to act as a broker,
we will, of course,
pay a modest fee.
- How much?
- [Aramis] We can
discuss this on the way.
- [Porthos] After you, Madame.
- You stay with the horses.
Seems they're worth quite a lot.
- But?
[D'Artagnan sighs frustratingly]
[footsteps pattering]
- [Celine] The horses!
- [D'Artagnan] Hey,
you can't have them!
- No, you idiot!
- Hiyah, come on now!
Go on!
[horse hooves clattering]
- [D'Artagnan] Hey!
[Celine screams]
Leave her alone!
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[sword unsheathes]
[weapons clanking]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
[bandit grunts angrily]
[bandit yells indistinctly]
[feet clomping]
[bandit grunts]
[blow lands]
- Oh, god!
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[bandit groans angrily]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[bandit grunts angrily]
[blow lands]
[sack thudding]
[body thuds]
[bandit groans painfully]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
- [D'Artagnan] Yeah,
you better run!
[D'Artagnan continues
panting heavily]
[wind whooshing]
[whimsical orchestral music]
[footsteps pattering]
- D'Artagnan!
The horses?
- I am so sorry.
[D'Artagnan mumbles]
Did you find any more?
- Seems Rochefort's
men have gone to
every farm in the valley.
He really doesn't
want us to catch him.
- What do we do now?
- [Athos] You tell me, farm boy.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
You protected me.
You didn't need to, and
that's why you lost the horses.
I want to make it up to you.
- Mademoiselle, I hardly
think we have time.
I mean, the mission is urgent.
- I mean, I think I can help.
- Oh!
Oh!
How?
[uptempo mellow music]
[uptempo mellow music continues]
[bag clatters]
I don't know how to thank you.
- Well, maybe you could
drop in on your way home?
When your mission that
is so, so urgent is over.
- What did we tell you, lad?
Make the most of opportunity.
Ah, the nautical life!
Man the oars.
Hand on the tiller!
I tell you, young D'Artagnan,
Porthos is at one with
the water and the wind!
[laughs] Our victory is assured!
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- May the good Lord preserve us.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[birds chirping]
[low ominous music]
- [Richelieu]] Oh,
on the contrary,
I think that was one of
the best ideas you've had.
- [King Louis] My
idea, Cardinal?
I thought the
suggestion was yours?
- [chuckles] No, I'm
merely the instigator.
As always, I draw my
inspiration from you, My King.
- I still don't see how
a hunting trip will help?
- Oh, that's simple.
You fear the people who
see you as a mere boy,
and therefore, a weak king.
Now, hunting is the
most manly of sports.
Imagine how the people
would see their King
returning fresh from the kill,
bearing the hide of
a wolf or a lion?
- Yes, that would be impressive,
most certainly.
[Richelieu chuckles softly]
Can it be arranged?
- Well, if you forgive
me, Your Highness,
I've taken the liberty of
setting the wheels in motion.
[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
[water rushing]
[Musketeers yelling]
[object clattering]
- Ow.
[Porthos laughs]
[water splashing]
[water sloshing]
You certainly are
one with the water,
and now, so is the rest of us!
[Porthos laughs]
Thank you so much!
[Porthos continues laughing]
- At least there's
salvation of lunch.
Come here!
[Porthos laughs in the distance]
[water sloshing]
[fire crackling
in the background]
[birds chirping]
[fire hissing]
- Despite Captain Windbags
appalling sense of balance,
we've made very good time.
By my reckoning,
we may be as little as
an hour behind the agent.
- Yeah, you see?
- We're an hour behind,
if we had horses.
- So what do we do?
- I've been thinkin' about that.
So...
We landed around here.
- Wait.
- Boy, let me talk.
- Do you hear that?
[horse hooves clomping
in the distance]
- I swear it's not me.
[horse hooves continue
clomping in the distance]
[horse hooves clomping]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gun cocks]
- Guards!
To me!
Bring the carriage!
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
[carriage rattling]
[horse hooves clomping]
- Rochefort!
- Yah!
[horse hooves clomping]
[gun cocks]
[horse hooves continue clomping]
[gunshot blasting]
[captains yells out painfully]
[horse hooves clomping]
[body thuds]
- Porthos, with me.
- Stop it, stop it!
- We need to go after them!
- We need to get dressed.
[footsteps pattering]
[foot thuds]
[grass rustles]
- [Porthos] Out cold.
- Sleeping on the job?
- Yeah.
Sloppy, I'd call it.
[gunshot blasting]
Now what?
- [Chevreuse] Bandits!
Put down your weapons.
Step away from that man.
- [Coquenard] Don't make
us ask a second time.
- Do we look like
bandits to you?
- Ladies?
- Ladies?
[eerie suspenseful music]
- Ah, Porthos!
- Oh!
Uh...
- My dear, Monsieur Porthos,
you're always so
impeccably turned out.
- Apologies, ladies,
you've caught us off guard.
- I thought you said,
"You couldn't attend our
performance", Monsieur Porthos?
You told me,
"You'd be off in the spas
of the Fontainebleau",
and yet, isn't that in
the other direction?
- Well, you see, the thing is,
that I-
- Are you going to
introduce us, Porthos?
- Oh, yes, of course,
friend, Athos.
This is Madame Chevreuse and
this is Madame Coquenard,
the flowers of the French stage.
This is my dear friend, Athos.
This is Aramis, and
the lad is D'Artagnan.
- Musketeers, all,
how wonderful to meet you.
And your other friend?
- This gentleman is in the
service of a traitor of France.
He would greet you,
but can't seem to
wake the fellow up.
And we do have
questions for him, too.
- Well, I certainly know how to
bring a gentleman to
attention, Monsieur Porthos.
[wind whipping]
[coachman inhales sharply]
[coachman grunts painfully]
- What's going on?
Who are you?!
- I can tell by looking
at you, you are no fool.
You know what these men want.
But you also know they're
Musketeers, men of honour.
- What?
Yes, of course.
- And although
they're big and scary,
especially that one,
you secretly know, that
if you just keep quiet
and hold your tongue,
they'll not torture you.
- They would never stoop so low.
- As it should be.
However, my friend and
I are not Musketeers.
- No.
[blade unsheathes]
We are high-born ladies
of good breeding.
And as I'm sure you're aware,
the nobility aren't
noted for their patience.
- Or even their
rationality, for that matter.
- Look, I don't understand.
What do you want?!
- Simply this.
You tell these gentlemen
what they wish to know,
or my noble friend and I will
do appalling things to you.
- We just can't help it.
The money, it just
goes to one's head.
[Chevreuse and
Coquenard laugh giddily]
- All right, all right,
I'll tell you anything!
I'll tell you anything
you want to know.
Anything.
Anything!
[fire sizzling]
[Aramis applauds]
- A fine performance, ladies.
- We'll send you the bill.
[Porthos chuckles]
So they're not
making for Rouen, but
instead, to the forest nearby
to meet this contact.
This agent-
- Rochefort.
- Indeed.
He must deliver the
Cardinal's payment
to someone identifying
themselves as this fox
in the middle of Vexin Forest.
- The fox.
- Sounds like he's
out chasing chickens.
- Hmm, that's not too far.
We can still catch them.
- What route will they take?
- There's only one
route through Vexin.
Here.
- What's this here?
- The mountain.
It's too steep, too overgrown.
You can't get a
carriage across it.
You have to go around.
- But on foot...
- Even if you could catch them,
I don't see how you're
gonna go up against Rochefort
and his men.
Not to mention, the bandits.
- I thought about that.
Inspired by you ladies.
Could we lean further
on your charity?
- We're not at home to charity,
but we could discuss a deal.
[low mysterious music]
- Fine!
[Athos and Aramis laugh]
[gunshot blasting]
[bullet whizzing]
- [scoffs] Blast!
[Richelieu applauds]
- Impressive, Sire.
But for a chance gust of wind,
the prize would've been yours.
- I really want to make an
impression, you understand?
- Foregone conclusion, Sire.
- I wish I shared your
confidence, Richelieu,
but I must confess, the thought
of leading a hunting party
with all those
dukes and generals,
especially the likes
of Tarente and Belmise,
I fear my inexperience may
lessen me in their eyes.
- Fear not, Your Majesty.
Fortune has your back.
A rumour reached me.
The Spanish are
moving to the border.
I dispatched the generals
for our defence this morning.
They will be gone
for several weeks.
- Am I to travel alone?
Is that wise?
- No, Sire.
I and my men will be
with you every step.
- Hmm, thank you.
[footsteps pattering]
[ominous suspenseful music]
[wind whooshing]
[horse hooves clomping]
[low ominous music]
- Whoa!
[low ominous music continues]
This place ain't right.
Witchcraft?
- Don't be foolish!
[disembodied whispering
throughout the forest]
- What's going on?
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gunshot blasting]
[driver yells out
painfully] [body thuds]
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
What are you doing, you fools?!
[gunshot blasting]
Don't you know who I am?!
[gunshots blasting]
Sergeant, drive them off.
- [Sergeant] Yes, sir.
With me!
- I'm surrounded by idiots.
[footsteps pattering]
[carriage door clatters open]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[gun clacks]
[intense suspenseful music]
[Rochefort pants]
- Well met, friend.
[weapon clatters]
- Friend?
You have me at a disadvantage.
- [D'Artagnan] I've
been waitin' for you.
I'm the one you seek, "The Fox".
- [Rochefort] You're
shorter than I expected.
- [D'Artagnan] And you have
fewer eyes than I imagined.
- Shall we get this done?
- [D'Artagnan] At once.
Do you have the coin?
- Naturally.
But first, I must give you this.
[letter rustles]
[paper crinkles]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants]
[scarf rustling]
Hold still, little vermin.
You are no fox.
- I'll wager, you never expected
to see me again, monsieur?
- And you would be
correct. [chuckles]
Who are you?
- What?
I'm your mortal enemy.
- [Rochefort] Really?
- I swore I'd hunt you down.
- [Rochefort] Ah, well,
I make a lot of enemies.
- [D'Artagnan] You
dishonoured me.
You took my father's sword!
[Rochefort evily laughs]
- Of course.
The Gascon's boy.
How rude of me. [chuckles]
Well, it's very pleasant
to see you again,
but I have more
important matters.
[blade unsheathing]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
Nothing personal.
The fate of France in my
hands, that sort of thing.
A shame, really,
for you to meet the
same end as your father
at the edge of my blade.
[weapon whooshing]
[blow lands]
[body thuds]
- [sighs] He talks too much.
- I'll kill you!
- Back!
There are more important things!
Search the carriage.
We need to find the money for
paying off the real bandit.
[D'Artagnan grunts angrily]
Go!
Go.
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[carriage door creaks open]
[gun cocks]
[melancholic dramatic music]
- Please, mademoiselle,
I mean no harm.
[carriage door clatters]
Your master's no
longer a threat.
- [Milady] Dead?
- A prisoner of the king.
I'm sorry to inform you,
Rochefort is a traitor
to his country.
- You have no idea
what it's been like.
- You're safe now.
You have my word.
Do you mind?
- Forgive me.
Thank you, sir.
- I'm just doing
my duty for France.
[Aramis sighs loudly]
- [Aramis] Oh,
mademoiselle, forgive the
intrusion.
- She's a friend.
- Did you find it?
- I was distracted.
- So I see.
Mademoiselle, if you please?
Keep searching.
- Thank you, sir.
I'm so glad that you got
to- [leaves rustling]
- You?
- Oh.
Oh, dear.
[carriage door clatters shut]
- It's empty.
You're back?
We've been busy.
- [Athos] You have, indeed.
- There's no sign
of Cardinal's gold.
- Do we need it?
You have the agent.
Surely, our mission is done?
- So it would seem.
- D'Artagnan, a word.
- [D'Artagnan] Of course.
[body shuffling]
What's going on?
- She cannot be trusted.
- [D'Artagnan] I
don't understand.
She tried to help
when I was attacked.
- She's travelling
with Rochefort.
What more do you need?
- She's just a servant.
She had no choice.
[Athos slyly chuckles]
- And doesn't go anywhere
she doesn't want to.
- [D'Artagnan] You know her?
- I used to.
She is the enemy, boy.
Search her for the gold,
then tie her up, and
put her in the carriage.
Those men will be back.
- Apologies, my lady.
- You must do your
duty, of course.
[gun clanks]
[sword thuds]
- Do not cross Athos.
He knows what he's about.
- I don't understand?
- You will when he's ready.
In the meantime, content
yourself with victory.
We have Rochefort,
France has been saved,
and my old friend,
Cardinal Richelieu,
had a bloody nose.
[sword clanks]
- All for one.
- So I hear.
- Ah, brave Musketeers.
Not above taking
a man from behind.
- You took this unfairly.
It will never leave
my side again.
You lost, Rochefort.
The Cardinal's plan,
whatever it was, is done.
You'll be dragged back to
Paris in chains as a traitor.
- Really?
There are those that believe
the Musketeers are traitors,
much like your own father,
a collaborator with the
English and a coward.
Do you know, he was on his knees
pleading for his life when I
drove a dagger into his throat?
[Rochefort grunts]
- D'Artagnan!
No!
Quiet!
[Rochefort evily laughs]
Come.
- Put a sword in my hand,
fight like a man,
brave Musketeer.
[D'Artagnan grunts
angrily] - D'Artagnan.
[bandits yelling manically]
- Ah, now, I think they might
actually be the real bandits.
- They could have
made more effort.
Our costumes are so much better!
Come on!
[gunshot blasting]
[bandit grunts forcefully]
[body thuds]
[swords clanking]
[blade slicing]
[bandit yells out painfully]
- Get her out of here!
[blade slicing]
[bandit groans painfully]
[weapons clanking]
[blade slicing]
[blows landing]
[Porthos yells fiercely]
[gunshot blasting]
[body thuds]
[Porthos laughs heartily]
- Shall we?
- Yeah!
Come on!
[uptempo whimsical music]
[suspenseful orchestral music]
- Anne!
[Milady grunts]
[gunshot blasting]
[Milady and Athos grunt]
[Athos winces painfully]
- Athos?
[Athos groans]
[dark suspenseful music]
[swords clanking]
[skin squelching]
[bandit yells out painfully]
[bandit groans angrily]
[Milady grunts]
[blow lands]
[bandit groans painfully]
[blows continue landing]
[Milady grunts]
[body thuds]
[Athos winces painfully]
- You okay?
- I'll live.
[Milady and Athos groan]
[Athos grunts painfully]
- Ooh!
[Milady grunts]
[Athos pants heavily]
[Milady grunts]
[blade clanks]
[dark ominous music]
[footsteps pattering]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
- Here, here, quick!
[footsteps pattering]
[sack thuds]
[cape rustling]
Shh!
[footsteps pattering]
Oh boy!
[bandit groans]
[body thuds]
[blow lands]
[skin squelching]
[Porthos laughs]
[footsteps pattering]
Hello again.
[blow lands]
[bandit yells out]
[body thuds]
[bandit groans]
[blows landing]
[Porthos pants heavily]
- Athos is hurt.
- So, we need a distraction.
Buckingham's picnic?
- The cellar?
The Duchess of Flanders and
her love of a fine cigar?
- That's the one!
- Oh, Aramis, I thought
we were friends?!
- Do you have a better plan?
- All right!
[sack clatters]
But I get to do it!
- [Aramis] All right, fine.
[footsteps pattering]
[wind lightly whooshing]
[birds chirping]
- They're gaining on us.
[Athos pants]
- There!
[Athos whispers]
- Yes.
[Athos grunts]
- Come on.
[Milady grunts]
- [Athos] Come on.
[Milady groans]
[Athos pants heavily]
[footsteps pattering]
[birds chirping]
[explosion booms
in the distance]
[footsteps pattering]
[bandit yells indistinctly]
[bandits grunting]
- [Aramis] Porthos?
Porthos?
[Porthos gulps loudly]
Again!
- We don't have to use
the whole of this one!
- Oh, just do it!
- [scoffs] Fine!
[bandits yelling indistinctly]
- Come on!
[flame whooshing]
[spark sizzling]
[barrel whooshing]
[explosion booms]
[bandit grunts]
- That's 50 lever!
Happy?
- Yeah.
[Porthos grunts angrily]
[water rushing]
[water rushing in the distance]
- There.
Head for the break in the trees.
[uptempo mellow music]
[Athos grunts]
[Athos continues grunting]
[low mysterious music]
[Athos grunts painfully]
- What's that?
- Something precious.
[Athos grunts painfully]
[footsteps pattering]
[low mysterious music]
Not far now!
Quickly!
- D'Artagnan!
- Come on.
We can catch her up.
- Don't trust her.
- Don't worry, she
can't have gone far.
- I'm right here.
[footsteps pattering]
Athos was right not to trust me.
[ominous suspenseful music]
[wind whooshing]
[low suspenseful music]
[footsteps pattering]
[Athos speaks indistinctly]
[footsteps pattering]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- [Bernajoux] So...
[tent opening rustles]
[Bernajoux chuckles]
- Bernajoux.
So you were "The Fox"?
- Friend, Athos.
You've looked better.
[Rochefort softly sighs]
- You?
[Rochefort chuckles]
- We saw your signal.
Clever bit of work.
The cargo, you have it?
- Could you ever doubt me?
Undo me.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing you've
not dreamed of, boy.
- Oh, Anne.
Always did have such
expensive taste.
- I hope that is satisfactory?
- So it's all about the
money now, Bernajoux?
You were a Musketeer.
You used to believe
in something.
- Mmm, money is good,
and so is the chance
to pay old debts.
[Athos winces painfully]
- There's no time for this.
Your quarry is on his way.
- Ready the weapons!
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[cover rustling]
[covers whooshing]
Set the powder store in the
centre to feed their guns.
[barrel clattering]
- Move.
[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]
- Whatever you're planning,
you will not get away with it.
- You know, young Gascon,
I once heard those
words from your father.
He was wrong, too. [chuckles]
Just like you when you said
this would never
leave your side again.
- Don't.
- Bring them.
[footsteps pattering]
[feet clomping]
- Let him go.
He's just a young fool.
- A plea for mercy from Athos.
Oh, my dear, how poetic.
- I'm not afraid
to die for France.
- Please?
- Did you give me anything
that I begged you for,
my dear husband?
Even one small thing?
- Anne, you have always
been too much for me.
Utterly overwhelming.
Boy, do you remember
Monsieur Treville's advice
on dealing with the
utterly overwhelming?
Run!
[bandit grunts]
- [Milady] No!
[triumphant dramatic music]
[lock clanks]
[Athos grunts]
- Stop him!
[sword whooshing]
[metal clanks]
[blow lands]
[bandit grunts]
Shoot him down!
[gunshot blasting]
[air whooshing]
[gunshot blasting]
[skin squelching]
[Rochefort grunts]
[leaves rustling]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
Gascon!
[D'Artagnan pants]
- [Bandit] Yah!
[footsteps pattering]
[D'Artagnan whimpers]
[leaves rustling]
[uptempo suspenseful music]
[leaves rustling]
[uptempo suspenseful
music continues]
[gunshot blasting]
[gunshots continue blasting]
[body thuds]
- [D'Artagnan] Porthos!
Aramis!
- Sorry to break up the party.
- We wondered where you got to.
- Oh, you know D'Artagnan,
so many social engagements.
[wind whooshing]
[birds chirping]
[horse hooves clomping]
- I think this is the furthest
I've ever been from Paris.
Beautiful countryside, isn't it?
- Stunning, your Majesty.
- Really makes you want to
get something in your
sights, you know?
Bring down a bear and
mount it above the throne.
Really show the people who I am.
Splendid. [chuckles]
We nearly there yet?
- Oh, very near.
Very near.
Vexin Forest, France's
greatest hunting ground,
ready for the greatest
hunt of our age.
[dark dramatic music]
[lock rattles]
[key clanks]
- [sighs] Fools.
Look, just go get a
hammer, a chisel, something.
- Why are men always
so incompetent?
- Apologies, Milady.
It will be dealt
with momentarily.
- Well, you have me to yourself.
Did you want to say something?
- I underestimated you.
- Obviously.
- I underestimated
how deeply your talons
would cut into my heart.
I underestimated how
badly it would hurt
to tear you from my life.
- If this is an attempt
at an apology-
- No.
No apologies.
I loved you, Anne,
but you lied to me.
You betrayed me.
- Is that what you
really believe?
My dear husband,
you were always in
love with a dream.
- Ah, but some dreams are worth
fighting for, aren't they?
Even dying for?
[dramatic melancholic music]
[hair pin clanks]
[lock clicks]
[cage door clacks]
- I am sorry, my Athos,
but soon, you will have
died for your dreams.
[dark ominous music]
[necklace softly thuds]
[footsteps departing]
- Look there.
- We'll never get to Athos
without them seeing us.
[low suspenseful music]
- Would you say, we're up
against overwhelming odds again?
- Well, yes, I suppose so.
But we can't just rush in
without a proper strategy.
If we just go-
- Have faith, old friend.
Let's hear the boys' plan.
[footsteps pattering]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- [Bernajoux] The gunners
have marked the range.
We will not miss.
- And the decorations?
- Hmm, we've got a
cart load of corpses,
Musketeer tabards,
Musketeer symbols.
Your king would be found
with his enemies
laid all around him.
- And Athos will be
the cherry on the cake.
- Hmm, the final nail
in Treville's coffin.
- Tragic.
The King is so young, after all.
The realm will need a steward,
for that honest man
Treville, has proven false.
I'm sure the Cardinal
will reluctantly step in.
- We will each have
our own vengeance,
and new opportunities to pursue.
[dark ominous music]
- I shall accompany
the beaters, Sire.
While you should
head down the valley,
we shall scout around the edge,
and drive the
beasts towards you.
- Capital!
I shall be ready.
I must confess, I find
this all terribly exciting.
- As I do, Sire.
[footsteps pattering]
Come, gentlemen.
[gun clanks]
[footsteps pattering]
- [Aramis] D'Artagnan?
[gun clanks]
- Thanks.
You ready?
- One more thing.
[low suspenseful music]
[weapon clanks]
[Porthos softly grunts]
- This is ridiculous!
You know that.
It will get us killed.
- The lad has a point.
When Monsieur Treville
said we should run,
he never said in
which direction.
[fire whooshing]
[sword sheathing]
[low suspenseful music]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
- A few minutes more.
[Musketeer groans]
[carriage lightly rattles]
[low suspenseful
music continues]
Ready yourselves.
[low suspenseful music swells]
[carriage clatters]
[bandits grunting]
[barrels clatter]
[explosion booms]
[Milady grunts]
- [Bernajoux] No!
- No!
- Let's go!
[sword unsheathing]
[Musketeer yells indistinctly]
[fire crackling]
[uptempo dramatic music]
[Musketeers yelling maniacally]
- Stop them!
[bandit yells out angrily]
[bandit grunts]
[swords clank]
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[swords continue clanking]
[sword whooshing]
[blade slicing]
[gunshot blasting]
[Aramis chuckles giddily]
[blades clank]
[blow lands]
[sword whooshing]
[blades clank]
[gunshot blasting]
[bandit groans angrily]
[blow lands]
[blades clanking]
[Porthos yells maniacally]
[gunshot blasts]
[explosion booms]
[body thuds]
[object clatters]
[Porthos laughs maniacally]
[sword unsheathes]
- Cut them down!
This is your payday, fools!
[Porthos laughs]
[Bernajoux grunts angrily]
[Porthos grunts maniacally]
[bandit whimpers]
[Porthos laughs]
[blow lands]
[Porthos groans]
[Porthos laughs maniacally]
[blow lands]
[Porthos grunts loudly]
[blades clacking]
[bandit groans]
[bandit and Porthos grunt]
[body thuds]
[Milady pants]
[dramatic melancholic music]
[blow lands]
[bandit grunts]
[sword unsheathes]
[bandit groans painfully]
[dark dramatic music]
- Traitor.
- [grunts] The bird
has flown the nest.
[Bernajoux chuckles]
[dark dramatic music continues]
[swords clanking]
[dark dramatic music continues]
- [pants] Rochefort!
[footsteps pattering]
[Rochefort pants heavily]
[Rochefort chuckles]
[low dramatic music]
- Little, little Gascon.
[coins clank]
[sword unsheathes]
[Rochefort pants]
[blades clanking]
[sword clatters]
[low dramatic music]
- This is for my father.
- Oh, just get on with it.
[swords clanking]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[swords clanking]
[blow lands]
[Athos grunts loudly]
[Athos pants]
[sword swooshing]
[stool clatters]
[Athos grunts]
[sword thwacking]
[Bernajoux grunts loudly]
[feet shuffling]
[blow lands]
[blow lands]
[Bernajoux grunts painfully]
[elbow thuds]
[Athos groans painfully]
[blow lands]
[feet clomping]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
[blade whooshing]
[Athos grunts]
[Athos and Bernajoux grunting]
[blow lands]
[Athos grunts]
- Enjoy your payday.
[body thuds]
[swords clanking]
[D'Artagnan and
Rochefort grunting]
[D'Artagnan yells out angrily]
[Rochefort grunts angrily]
[D'Artagnan and
Rochefort groaning]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[dramatic triumphant music]
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
- Where's the boy?
- There!
[dramatic triumphant
music continues]
Come on!
- He needs this.
[swords clank]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[swords clanking]
[D'Artagnan grunting]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[Rochefort pants heavily]
- You lied and lied for gold,
both you and Bernajoux.
You sold out my father
and Monsieur Treville.
- If providence provides,
Treville rots in jail.
Like the fool he is,
he'll die penniless and shamed,
just like your
coward of a father.
[D'Artagnan grunts]
[coins jangle]
[blade slicing]
[Rochefort groans painfully]
[body thuds]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[foot thuds]
[D'Artagnan grunts loudly]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
[Rochefort grunts]
- You took everything
away from my father.
Now, I should do the same.
An eye for an eye,
you might say.
[dark dramatic music]
[D'Artagnan pants heavily]
France will know
you as a traitor.
Teach his just desserts.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Your father taught you well.
- Amongst others.
[sword whooshing]
[sword clacks]
- Well done.
[sword clatters]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Gentlemen.
- Traitor!
[gunshot blasting]
[debris clatters]
Damn!
We have to stop him!
Find the horses!
We can't let him reach
Paris! - No.
Higher powers will deal
with him, old friend.
Have faith.
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- So what now?
- The plot is foiled
and the King is safe.
- And the drinks
are on the Cardinal.
[Aramis laughs]
[footsteps pattering]
- What is it?
- It's not over.
[gunshot blasting]
- [King Louis] Dammit!
- Not your morning, Sire.
[drink sloshing]
- Very well, no matter.
[dark suspenseful music]
Ah, wonderful.
Many thanks.
[dark suspenseful music swells]
[glass shattering]
- [Kings Guard] Sire?
Sire, are you hurt?
- I'm fine.
I'm fine!
[gun clanks]
What are you doing?
[sword unsheathes]
- Step away from him!
[dark suspenseful music]
- Traitor.
- [Athos] Sire!
- It seems a husband
really does know his wife.
- Perhaps, he does?
Your Majesty.
- Take this snake away.
[footsteps departing]
[low dramatic music]
[Porthos slurping]
- Gentlemen.
[dramatic melancholic music]
- Once again, gentlemen, I
find myself in your debt.
All France sings your praises.
Consider the
Musketeers reinstated.
- The King himself
commissioned your new livery.
- They really are
magnificent, Sire.
- As could only be expected.
Thank you, Sire.
- Not at all.
Not at all.
- D'Artagnan, your Majesty.
- Ah, yes.
Bertrand's your father?
Captain Treville has quite
explained his circumstances
to my satisfaction.
An honourable man.
[sword unsheathes]
- My sword is yours, Sire.
[Treville clears throat]
- Yes, quite.
Well, I will watch your
career with interest.
Many thanks once again, Captain.
I think it's time the
Cardinal and I had a little
talk,
man to man.
[chess piece clanks]
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Thank you, gentlemen.
That will be all.
- Come, Captain Windbag.
Navigate us to the
nearest tavern.
[Porthos chuckles excitedly]
- Oh, D'Artagnan?
[sac rustles]
[sac softly thuds]
Seems the bloody
tailor can't count.
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
- Open it.
[D'Artagnan chuckles]
[swords unsheathing]
All for one...
[sword unsheathes]
[sword clanks]
- [Musketeers] And one for all!
[dramatic orchestral music]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic orchestral
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful music]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
[dramatic suspenseful
music continues]
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music continues]
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music continues]
[sombre orchestral music]
[sombre orchestral
music continues]
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music continues]