You went on the defensive too soon.
Ah, you gave too much ground.
A Musketeer would never do that.
A Musketeer doesn't fight his duels
after a morning of farm chores.
No, but they drink
and carouse all night.
So it's much the same thing.
Time to eat.
Don't fill his head with that.
D'Artagnan wishes to serve his king
as the bravest of Musketeers.
Well, I might have a drink
now and then.
Aren't we waiting
for Planchet?
Oh, I would,
- but my hunger wont
- Riders coming.
Please join. There is not a lot,
but youre welcome to share it.
You don't recognize me,
Gaston?
Not since you no longer
wear the colors of the King.
Are you the son?
You know your father was
quite a swordsman at one time.
- The best in Europe.
- Second best.
- He's second to no one.
- He is no one but a cripple.
Leave now.
Not without the taxes.
Ive paid my taxes to the King.
Oh, that does the Church
no good at all.
Taxes for the King,
taxes for the Church,
taxes for the sheriff,
taxes for the mayor.
It's a wonder there is
anything left to eat.
Does it look like
I've struck gold here?
Such insolence...
from a thief.
- My father is not a thief.
- D'Artagnan! Please.
Listen to your mother,
and listen to me.
A man who does not pay his taxes
is no more than a thief.
- My father was a Musketeer.
- I know.
Planchet.
Not here.
I've heard otherwise.
You've heard wrong.
Not only a thief,
but also a liar.
I'm so sorry,
little D'Artagnan.
Planchet will take
care of you.
I do not hope to replace
your parents. No one can.
However,
I would like to help you
in becoming a man.
It's a rather
tricky journey.
I will be your guide.
I want you to teach me
to become a Musketeer,
like you taught my father.
I will find that man
and kill him.
Listen to me, D'Artagnan.
Listen to me carefully.
I didn't teach your father
how to kill. I taught him how to live.
I don't understand.
That's because youre a boy.
You have always
had your father in you.
I can see it in your eyes.
You will become a Musketeer.
A great one.
Understand...
it will not happen quickly,
and it will only happen if you listen.
If you teach me,
I will listen.
I'd be honored.
Whoa. Whoa.
DArtagnan, this place invites
one for bad food and worse company.
Oh, well, I just want
breakfast, not a new home.
You have money?
Yes.
- Who invited you?
- The space is free.
Move.
You're attracting flies.
Forgive my associate.
Strangers make him anxious.
What with the public running wild,
thieves and cutthroats around every bend--
I'll keep my eyes open.
Get out!
Go on, go away!
- Where are you going?
- Paris.
- Oh, what business takes you there?
- Mine.
Stop!
Put down your sword
or he's dead.
This man is a moment from his
death if you don't put down your sword!
What do I care about
some old man?
I think you do care.
- Why did you come here?
- I wanted to watch.
- I will kill him!
- You'll be dead before you do.
Well, I'd love to see how
all of this turns out,
however I have
a long ride ahead of me.
You have an interesting fighting style.
Where did you acquire it?
Here and there.
Perhaps there.
Certainly not here.
When you bury Darcy, I wouldn't
be too concerned about a cross.
He was not a man
consumed by religion.
If you survive, don't try
these heroics in Paris.
You will not last the day.
When you pass the entrance,
would you send
six of my men back?
- Six men?
- Well, that should be
enough, dont you think?
He doesn't have men outside!
He's-- He's bluffing.
Let him go now.
He doesn't mean
much to me.
However, he is a friend
of the men outside.
They will not be merciful.
I see you have been
making friends again.
Why didnt you do anything?
He was no match for you.
This was your test,
not mine.
Hyah!
Whoa!
Why are we stopping?
We are emissaries
from the King of Spain.
I have a document from
King Louis guaranteeing me
safe passage in France.
Whoa!
You said there were
always 50 or 60 men here
waiting to be assigned...
and that one
could mark this villa...
by the men outside
begging to call themselves
Musketeers.
by the men outside
begging to call themselves
Musketeers.
Things change.
Oh, thank you.
Hello?
Monsieur Revile?
- Your guards too low.
- Nothing wrong with my guard.
I'm looking for
Monsieur Revile.
He is not receiving visitors.
He will receive me.
Please forgive Aramis.
He's not at the peak
of civility this morning.
I'm civil as this stray deserves.
You have the courage
of wine for breakfast.
May we give Revile
a message?
You may give him this.
Just the name will do.
My father was a Musketeer.
Revile gave him this sword.
I'm Porthos.
This is Aramis.
- We, too, are Musketeers.
- You two? Musketeers?
- So much for civility.
- I'm sorry. It's just that I had no idea--
- Well, now is not the best time
to be a Musketeer.
- Or the child of a Musketeer.
On the 12 of 'April,
just outside of Lyon,
the Spanish envoy and his escorts
were slaughtered.
The sword and tunic
of a Musketeer were found.
But who would believe
the Musketeers capable?
Cardinal Richelieu.
Or so he professes to.
The Musketeers
have been suspended.
Replaced by Richelieu's
own private guards.
And Revile, as our leader, has been, uh...
detained until there's a full inquiry.
Detained where?
In the Cardinal's jail.
We must get him
out of jail.
Well, that seems unlikely.
What of the King?
These are his Musketeers.
Surely he will want us
to free Revile.
- He will not meddle where
the Cardinal is--
- You have a loose tongue.
I'm hardly giving away
great secrets.
Perhaps one more secret.
The name of a place to stay.
Certainly.
Your guard's
too low.
Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's been a lifetime
since my last confession.
I have murdered,
plundered, raped.
Oh, and I have been...
uncharitable.
Don't make a mockery
of the Church.
- You sent for me.
- You've gone too far.
I wish to scare the Spaniards.
Embarrass the King.
I want political tension,
not war.
Oh, the Spaniards were scared.
You could see it in their faces
just before they died.
And I'm certain King Louis
feels embarrassed.
Buckingham must be dealt with.
He is coming despite
what happened to the Spanish.
If the King makes peace with
the English, it will strengthen
his position with the people.
So, let me see,
how can I phrase this?
Without killing anyone,
make the King a fool
in Buckingham's eyes.
What if I absolutely
must kill someone?
Well, if you must, you must.
Whoa.
Three pistoles a week,
a week in advance and-- Oh.
It says you have no money
and that you are a man of honor...
and blah, blah, blah, blah.
My niece, Francesca.
She's lovely.
Not if you must live with her.
She thinks she's something
special because her mother
hemmed dresses for the Queen.
She sometimes
forgets her place.
Sorry, Francesca. Gout.
Puts me in a foul humor.
Show monsieur a room.
I have some
pressing book work.
Is he always like that?
No. He's never
apologized before.
Why do you stay?
He is all the family I have.
I have nowhere else to go.
Do you wish
to see the room or not?
The room.
Yes. Yes, of course.
Ohh!
'Are you all right, Monsieur?
That stair moved
at the last moment.
Stairs can do that.
Do you have a name?
A name?
Yes, of course.
Uh, D'Artagnan.
Are you certain?
Not if you don't like it.
It wasn't always like this.
Once we were filled
with would-be Musketeers.
What happened?
They kept getting killed.
This is the best room.
This is the best room?
Well, actually,
it's the only room.
You're beautiful.
I'm sorry. It just came out.
I've embarrassed you.
No.
Does every man tell you
you're beautiful?
Yes.
Will there be anything else?
- Did the ceiling move?
- I need a place
for my horses and coach.
Around the back.
I'm sure you'll be able to find it
if you don't kill yourself.
Nothing like this.
They're far fussier than I am.
Hallways are here,
and cells are down here.
Do you know the jail so well
from the time you spent there?
This is not the first time
a Musketeer needed rescuing.
Something amuses you?
This coach, for one.
And those pathetic horses,
for another.
Not to mention your clothes.
You see,
everyone is rude here.
Paris is the rudeness
capital of the world.
- Move this trash.
- Not until you apologize
to my horses.
Apologize to your horses?
They're very sensitive.
You've hurt their feelings.
Be thankful that's all
we do. Now move.
You really don't
seem to understand.
I can't leave
until you apologize
to my horses.
Do you know who we are?
No. Do you know
who I am? Good.
No.
In their hearts,
I believe they wanted
to apologize.
For a moment, I thought
you planned to talk them
into unconsciousness.
Ow!
Ohh!
- You!
- Me?
A Cardinal's Guard.
I said he was spying--
If I were
a Cardinal's Guard,
you'd be dead.
And so would you.
Perhaps.
For certain.
Standing like this,
we're likely to attract
some attention.
What do you suggest?
That you trust me.
A stranger?
Dressed as a Cardinal's Guard?
You're not in
the spirit of this, are you?
What are you doing here?
Freeing Treville.
How? Trade a barrel of wine for him?
You'll be outnumbered
15 to 1.
Or 15 to 3.
We're drunks, not fools.
Why risk your life?
You're not one of us.
From what I've seen,
I'm more a Musketeer
than either of you.
- Yes?
- Wine from the Cardinal.
The Cardinal?
Yes.
Leave it.
- Who was it?
- Someone delivering wine...
from the Cardinal.
A gift from the Cardinal?
Don't open it!
Well, we wanted to see
how good you are.
And?
You're quite good.
You're gonna need
to be better.
Revile?
Here! Over here!
The keys.
Which key?
Guess.
It is in your interest
to provide a hint.
If I guess wrong,
Monsieur Treville
will slice your throat.
I couldn't bear the guilt.
The black one.
Wise choice.
- Whoa!
- Planchet. My old friend.
- You are too old for this.
- No, we are too old for this.
If you are with Planchet,
- then you must be--
- D'Artagnan, sir.
'At your service.
D'Artagnan.
Aw, home sweet home.
Forced into hiding.
Is this any better
than prison?
Well, the food will be.
D'Artagnan,
I'm afraid you have joined us
at not a very propitious time.
It was my timing.
Well, then, old friend,
you have brought him to us
when we're not at our best.
No, I brought him
when he was most needed.
Oh, yes. I can see how
D'Artagnan's arrival signals
an end to all our problems.
Well, we can at least drink
to this evening's work.
And if they come
to take you again?
Then I shall go
and see the King in person...
and not rot
in the Cardinal's jail.
To a job well done.
We have our own toast.
D'Artagnan, draw your sword.
All for one,
and one for all.
Porthos, who is this
pretty young thing?
He's a bit tender
for you, Josephine.
Oh, they can
never start too early.
Is that not right, Aramis?
Perhaps later.
You both know her?
Yes. Well, she knows many
of the men in this room.
No.
Many of the men in Paris.
You fight amongst yourselves?
Oh, a man has to fight
with someone.
Silence!
Quiet!
Silence, please!
Please, quiet!
Thank you.
I have an introduction
to make.
Men, please!
It's the introduction
of Monsieur D'Artagnan!
His father served
as a Musketeer,
and D'Artagnan
wishes to join us.
But can he hold his liquor?
Doesn't he know we don't exist?
We're going to work
for the Cardinal.
You see how well
they take the suspension?
Everybody's a bit preoccupied
with, uh, not being occupied.
Normally, we'd be preparing
to guard the Englishman.
The Englishman?
Buckingham.
He arrives tomorrow evening.
He'll be royally greeted,
eat, drink...
and then,
along with Richelieu
and our King,
determine if theres to be
war or peace with England.
Unless something should happen
at the banquet to cause trouble
and Buckingham is harmed.
Regardless,
we as Musketeers have no choice
but to sit and watch.
Lord Buckingham's safety
is with the Cardinal.
You'll need to hit the eyes
to better that.
Who can do it?
How about
the would-be Musketeer?
Go and win
our meals and wine.
I'm not very good with a knife.
Humility is so boring.
We've all seen you fight.
I'm not fighting now.
Come on.
Take it.
Next time, listen to him.
You're no Musketeer.
You're a sheepherder.
Go drink with the sheepherders.
Pay no attention to Athos.
He envies your youth.
Have you got dung
in your ears? Go!
Yes. He's just trying
to make you overconfident.
He's much better with a sword.
Please understand,
if I'm not fighting--
Ah. Better with a sword.
Yes. We can all see
how much better with a sword.
Too petrified to move.
I do not wish
to fight a Musketeer.
Oh, I'm certain you don't.
I would not fight
a drunken Musketeer...
so I'm unfit
to drink with?
Athos was...
testing you.
Testing me?
Yes. Judging you.
Measuring you.
That is not a happy walk,
DArtagnan.
The Musketeers are suspended
and they are drunk.
The Cardinal has arranged it...
so that no one
will be protecting the King,
and the Queen and Buckingham...
at the banquet tomorrow night.
Something is going to happen.
I know it. I have to find
a way into the palace.
The King must be protected.
I can't do it alone.
'Ask the Musketeers.
They don't seem
very cooperative.
They are loyal.
'Ask them.
- This is not what you think.
- You have no idea what I think.
I- I-I wish to explain.
You behave as though
you've never seen
a naked woman.
Never one quite so... naked.
Or so, uh, beautiful.
- You've seen many
ugly naked women?
- That's not what I meant.
- 'Are you standing up?
- You can turn around now.
It's perfectly safe.
My back. Are there,
uh, any on my back?
A few.
You're not very brave.
Brave enough when need be.
And you feel no need to be
when insects are involved?
I was up there chasing away a rat.
A sewer rat.
If I tell the Queen, you'll be back
cleaning the palace sewers!
How is it you have--
How is it someone like me
has the ear of the Queen?
My mother came from Spain
with the Queen.
She was her seamstress. Perhaps more.
Perhaps her confidante.
And since I was a little girl,
since my mother died,
the Queen has always
been kind to me.
She is a kind woman at a time
when kindness is ignored.
Or worse, mistaken for weakness.
But it will not always be so,
will it, D'Artagnan?
Not with those who matter.
You got no right to--
Of course.
Shut up!
You cleaned the palace sewers?
That must be fascinating work.
I'm sure I can get you
an apprenticeship.
Tell me about the palace sewers.
Where they go.
How you get in.
Everything.
Go crawl around in them
yourself.
Over here with the torch.
I think I heard something.
I do not wish to see anything
that may live down here.
It's rumored that a crocodile
lives in the sewers.
Young Louis was given
a baby crocodile from Egypt.
The Queen dropped it
in the sewer, and it's been
living on whatever it can find.
Is that true, Bonacieux?
Something kept dragging
the poor workers away.
All we ever found were bones.
I'm very glad
you and D'Artagnan
lead this little group.
Me too.
Crocodiles attack from behind.
Slow down!
Bonacieux, slow down!
Where did he go?
If Bonacieux went that way,
we should be going this way.
Crawling around in a sewer.
You consider this
the test of a man?
There is a certain
lack of dignity in it.
Hurry up there!
Henri!
Henri!
Henri!
Hmm?
Uh, more bread.
We need more bread.
Can you get some, please?
Does he mean you or me?
I thought I was the baker.
Me.
There's blood on your apron.
You think that came
from a croissant?
Oh. Uh, right.
Oh, God-- God bless.
Thank you, thank you.
Mister. Wine, please.
Nice sword.
Thank you, Mademoiselle.
Is it a long sword
or a short sword?
Well, long enough.
Do you keep
your sword polished?
Uh, when there's time.
And do you do it yourself
or do you have help?
Mm, myself. I, uh, won't
trust my sword to anyone else.
Come on, you make bread
like a butcher.
Hurry! Hurry!
I wanted to be the butcher.
What now?
Add the salt.
Hey, you!
Hurry with these two.
What do I use for ducks?
The smaller one.
Shoo! Shoo!
Fly away!
You can thank me later.
This wine is rejuvenating.
Don't get too rejuvenated.
It's begun.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
I order you to stop!
Where are your guards?
Like your respect and power,
they have been overrun.
- We will lead you out.
- Who are you?
Your Musketeers.
- Then you should be arrested!
- Might that wait until
we're safely out of here?
I will stay.
Someone has to confront
this madness.
I will not
go down there.
Your Royal Highness,
would you rather
go back out there?
Hello. Hello.
- You own an excellent sword
for a peasant.
- You fight well for a waiter.
I've heard there
are crocodiles down here.
If you're that jumpy,
you'd best leave Paris.
Why? Will you keep
leaping out at me?
I wanted to warn you.
There are six Cardinal's Guards
in your room.
How could six of them
fit in my room?
Why did you tell me?
Perhaps because you said
I was beautiful.
You are.
I thought men always
say that to you.
It's still nice to hear.
Come, come.
This way. Come on.
The Cardinal
demands to see you.
Then he may join me here
for a breath of morning air.
Come on.
Quickly. Quickly.
- You've got him!
- There he is!
If hed asked politely,
I'd have been glad
to visit the Cardinal.
For the Cardinal,
this is politely.
You warned D'Artagnan.
You want to get us
all slaughtered?
Yes, I warned him.
You'll bring
the Cardinal down on us.
Is that what you want?
And worse yet.
That- That night creature.
Not your Queen or any
other power on Earth can
save you from his hell!
It doesn't
have to be like this.
We can get along much better.
I'll take my chances
with the Cardinal.
Oh, that's better.
That's more like it--
Remember... we're family.
That sad fact...
is all that
keeps you alive.
Up!
My- My dear niece,
may I say something?
No. Just listen.
If you ever
touch me again,
threaten me again
or hit me again,
I will slice off your balls
and feed them to the pigs.
Do you understand me?
Yes- Yes. Very clear.
You explained it quite well.
Get out!
You wanted to see me?
I am your humble servant,
D'Artagnan.
I've heard about you,
Monsieur D'Artagnan,
and nothing I've heard
suggests youre humble.
Monsieur Rochefort
will not be joining us.
Who are you,
D'Artagnan?
Where are you from?
What do you want?
I even want to know
your philosophical
and political leanings.
I don't have any.
You'd best acquire some quickly,
if youre to survive in Paris.
Is that why
you wish to see me,
to pass along advice?
Fires are erupting
all over France.
Last night, for example.
I'm sure you'll be glad to know
that I subdued the peasants
without further incident.
And how did you deal with
the ones who were not peasants?
You confuse me.
The men I confronted
were well-armed
and fought like swordsmen.
Even swordsmen can be poor.
Do you know why France
has come to this?
The King, poor man,
is weak.
The Queen is manipulative.
The Spanish and the English
are opportunistic.
The Protestants are divisive.
The nobles are scared
and the peasants are impatient.
Well, I thought they were
just cold and hungry.
If that were so, we could
just give them hot soup
and be done with it.
Understand me.
There will be
a shift in power,
and with that,
a shift in wealth.
Those who do not join me
will be against me.
They will be swept away
with the King. That includes
your friends, the Musketeers.
I will be sure to tell them.
I'm counting on that.
- How is it
you have their trust?
- I helped them free Revile.
Such honesty.
Such stupidity.
I assumed Your Eminence
was not aware Revile was jailed.
I mean, why would it be
important to jail an old man...
when the impression it would
give is that Your Eminence
was frightened of him?
And, of course, why give
the Musketeers a martyr?
Of course.
For a man who does not
have a political position,
you think remarkably
like a politician.
Men without greed
make me nervous.
This is someone
who will bear watching.
Or eliminating.
I think he's the most
dangerous kind of man.
Hes young
and he has a cause.
He will serve me
or he will serve no one.
I think
you should kill him now,
before he causes more trouble.
You've barely washed
the blood from your teeth...
and you hunger for more.
Call it a weakness.
I want him alive,
for the moment.
After last night,
he's in the King's good grace.
When the time is right
and the King can do no harm,
I will let you have him.
- When? Will it be soon?
- Yes.
Good.
The Cardinal is not satisfied
with suspending the Musketeers,
now he has to arrest them;
I will not stand by
while this happens.
- This is not necessary.
- Or wise.
What is not wise
is hiding here,
letting Cardinal Richelieu
dictate what I do.
I will no longer cower
in this place.
Then Richelieu
will have you cowering
in one of his jails instead.
Aramis, I do not intend
to cower at all.
If they want
to put me in jail,
if they want
to hang me,
so be it.
I will no longer hide.
Your Majesty, Buckingham
has left for England...
after the fiasco at the banquet.
The situation with the English
grows more...
intense.
If you will excuse us.
The concerns of the Crown
are my concerns as well.
- We do not wish to trouble you.
- I assure you...
if anything can help keep peace,
it's not troubling.
I think there is still
an opportunity--
The role of the Queen
is not to think.
- But if I could explain--
- The Queen wishes to
return to her chamber.
I would not presume to dictate
the behavior of the Queen,
but she grows
more strong-willed.
It does you
an injustice.
- I will deal with her.
- I'm certain that you will.
Your Highness.
Most of the Musketeers
are in the cells back here
and here.
Most of the Musketeers
are in the cells back here
and here.
At dawn,
they change guards.
The hour before,
they'd be most vulnerable.
They'll expect it.
They're counting on it.
That's what
makes it fun.
Francesca!
I need your help.
Yes, of course.
Anything.
You could start
by taking the pistol
from my head.
Sorry.
Please, come with me.
Where?
We escort the Queen.
She visits Buckingham,
a last plea to avert war.
Won't the King's Guards
escort her?
No, the King does not know.
Richelieu does not know.
No one must know.
Not now, not later.
I must have
your word on that.
You have.
But you could wait
one moment.
There's no time
for that.
Well, there's
no time for that.
Are you bragging?
I will wait outside.
Don't deny youre cheating.
What do you call
that card you are hiding
in your sleeve?
The ace of spades.
Good morning, D'Artagnan.
You may close
your mouth now.
Her Majesty thought it best
to travel as a commoner--
dressed as a commoner,
and in the company
of commoners.
Oh, how fortunate
we're so common.
What you do is
most important for France.
Only the four of us
will ever know.
DArtagnan!
We've been
looking for you.
We need your help.
We ride
to free the Musketeers.
I... cannot go.
Cannot go?
There's something
that I must do.
Uh, well, uh--
Take care and do it.
We'll wait for you.
What is so important
that you cannot help
a Musketeer?
As you so frequently
remind me, I'm not
a Musketeer.
Wait here.
I'll get some food.
Don't leave the coach.
Hey.
Hmm.
Two loaves of bread
and that small wheel
of cheese, please.
- Oui, monsieur.
- The one next to it,
if you please.
- Go back to the coach.
- And a nice bottle of wine.
I'll bring it to you.
Back to the coach, please.
I know you, don't I?
- I very much doubt it.
- You're Hessian.
I don't think
I like your tone.
Well, that's the only one
I have for people
who sell their loyalties.
You have insulted me!
This is foolish.
There's no quarrel here.
- Would you fight a man
over nothing?
- Enthusiastically.
I'm enjoying this.
I suppose a Queen...
participates
in few tavern brawls.
This Hessian concerns me.
They're mercenaries hired
by someone not friendly
to the Crown.
In case we stop...
at another tavern.
Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
- Get down. Hold tight!
- What is it?
Come on!
Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
Hey!
- Whatever happens, you keep going.
- Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
You'd be best going.
She might sleep until autumn.
I have never slept through
a whole season.
You hear the most interesting
things about yourself...
when people think
you're asleep, hmm?
This is Francesca Bonacieux,
an old friend.
- Mmm.
- And this is D'Artagnan,
a new friend.
Oh, D'Artagnan.
Perhaps a little to eat...
and then on your way?
I have no intention
of leaving you.
I mustn't draw
attention to myself.
And...
if things should turn...
difficult, it's better you know
little of what goes on here.
I will be deaf and blind,
but I will stay.
Francesca, I want you
to return to Paris.
- It's not good, it's not good.
- What's not good?
The lead horse lost a shoe.
But we can't replace them
till the swelling comes down.
You may as well go.
It could be hours.
Days. Weeks.
How can we go?
I'll be back in a moment.
I saw a Musketeer's tunic
in your room.
It's my father's.
My parents were killed
when I was a boy.
- They were murdered.
- I'm sorry.
I was there. I watched.
Couldn't stop it.
You were a boy.
I should
have done more.
So, that's what
this is really all about.
In the beginning, yes.
It's all I thought about.
Planchet, he raised me.
He taught me everything.
He taught me that
if I really wanted
to be like my father,
I need a higher purpose
than hate.
- Are you now like your father?
- You ask a lot of questions.
How else am I to learn?
Are you like your father?
I'm still trying.
- Don't look at me like that.
- Like what?
- Those eyes.
- They're the only eyes I have.
It's unfair.
It's the Tear of Brionne.
Shed by Saint Bridget,
because she couldn't feed
all the poor.
Wherever her tears fell,
a fruit tree grew.
Provided food
for the hungry.
Thank you.
When you look
at me like that,
I don't know what to say.
Sometimes it's much better
to say nothing.
Would you care to
say that again?
This is not after,
this is between.
Don't.
I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.
Who are you?
- Your pallbearer, if you hurt her.
- In truth, I know who you are.
D'Artagnan.
The name is familiar.
Maybe you can tell me
all about yourself,
just before you die.
But, first--
Where is the Queen?
Where is the Queen?
- No.
- Do not tell him!
- The lady gives unsound advice.
- Do not harm her.
- But I feel the need
to harm someone.
Where is the Queen?
Hmm?
Oh, how touching.
The Tear of Brionne.
It's a beautiful place,
Brionne.
I believe the Queen has
an old acquaintance there.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Bring her.
Fire away, boys.
Come on, girl.
You're going to come with us.
Febre left me here,
in case you were not dead.
Just one? I'm insulted.
Don't be.
For whom
do you do this?
For my own pleasure.
Now write the letter.
Richelieu?
No, he wouldn't go that far.
He believes that
rhetoric conquers nations.
- Chaos conquers nations.
- Did you kill the Spanish envoy?
Yes. Write the letter.
You bring us
to the brink of war.
Now it's time
to push you over.
Write the letter.
Am I to assume, then,
- that you won't write the letter?
- I would die before I help you.
Well, you wouldn't
be the first.
You have...
no children.
No.
But you like children.
Of course you do.
Everybody likes children.
Except for me.
She's very pretty, isn't she?
- Why are you doing this?
- No, you said...
that you liked children.
Well, do you like them enough
to save her life?
- Is there no mercy in your heart?
- No mercy.
No heart.
Take this to Grenouille.
Place it in Buckingham's hands...
the moment he arrives,
and give him this:
the Queen was generous enough
to donate her ring to the cause.
Monsieur.
The rest of you,
join the others in DuChamps.
What happened?
He came back.
And did you kill him?
Well, he doesn't seem
to have killed you.
So what choice
does that leave us?
He escaped, sir.
Who is D'Artagnan?
Whose throat do
I have to cut now?
Hmm?
Perhaps a little boy?
I know.
A little boy and a nun.
Prepare DuChamps castle
for hell.
I have business
in Paris.
I'll be
with you soon.
She's gone.
The Queen?
And Francesca.
- Who did this?
- A man in black.
He is without pity,
without remorse.
Where did he take them?
Monsieur!
Monsieur!
You're a friend
of the Queen's?
Yes.
You brought
her here?
Yes.
I know
where she is.
Where?
DuChamps castle.
And a young woman?
He took her too.
You're sure
it was DuChamps.
He made the Queen
write a note to
a Lord Buckingham.
It said she had
changed plans.
He was to meet her
in DuChamps.
And then he sent some man
to meet this Lord Buckingham
where the ferry comes in.
The Queen did not want
to write it,
but he said he would
slit my throat if she did not.
He would have.
You're lucky.
He has an army.
What will you do?
Get an army of my own.
And find him.
When you do,
give him this.
I will.
Come on.
Come on, boy.
Just a little further and
you can rest all you want.
Come on.
We're almost there.
It's just ahead.
You see?
Come on, Strega.
Come on, Strega.
Just a little further.
Go on.
No, rest, Strega.
I will
come back for you.
I didn't
hear you knock.
Tell me about DArtagnan.
He would have knocked.
Tell me
where he comes from.
Tell me about
his parents.
Why?
I know his name.
Ask him yourself.
No, I'm asking you.
Get out of here.
Get out!
Tell me about D'Artagnan.
You're a madman.
All the more reason
to fear me.
Tell me
what I mean to know.
Or youll be rendered
to ashes...
with your books
and your maps.
H- He comes from Gascony.
His father was
a Musketeer.
They were both
killed in front of him
when he was a child.
What's the importance
to you?
Oh, my God.
Its you.
- You killed his family.
- He wants revenge.
He wants to be
a Musketeer.
And in attacking me,
he'll fail in both.
Or succeed in both.
No, I will kill him.
But first, I will kill that
which he holds most dear.
Febre!
- He has gone too far.
- Whos gone too far?
I'm here to tell you,
you shall have your wish.
I will kill the Queen.
And Buckingham.
They will die in each
other's arms: victims
of the King's jealousy.
- You're mad!
- That's the second time this
evening I've been called mad.
And I'm beginning
to resent it.
With this final stroke,
France will erupt, the King
will be dragged from the throne,
and France
will turn to you...
for spiritual
and political guidance.
The Queen is
at DuChamps castle
with 200 of my men.
- Buckingham arrives tonight.
- I gave no orders for that.
Well, this is
beyond orders.
This is the domain
of history now.
So you plot the course
of history now.
You are indeed mad.
That's three times!
It must be so.
You cannot do this, Febre!
And what would you do...
Your Eminence?
Damn me to hell?
Well, I'm certain
that's where I'm going.
And I'm
just as certain...
we can finish
this debate there.
He is your creature--
you made him, and now
you can no longer control him.
Is that what he needs?
Controlling?
I will stop him!
Arm yourself!
If you insist.
Sorry you had to come
all that way for this.
Lord Buckingham?
From the Queen.
Well, there's no seal.
Oh, I was instructed
to give you this ring.
It's explained
in the letter.
We go to DuChamps.
Are you gonna
shoot me?
Where's Revile?
We carried
what was left of him
out a few minutes ago.
What happened here?
Someone said
they saw a man.
In black.
Leaving the villa.
Febre?
Well, it's the sort of thing
that appeals to him.
Revile was waiting
for you, D'Artagnan.
When this fire started,
he was waiting for you!
So then I have killed him.
He was worried about you.
Worried that the guards
had picked you up.
Worried about what
was so important that
you couldn't help us.
Well, do you care
how we got on?
Does it matter to you...
that three men died?
Well, we managed to free
the others-- without you,
D'Artagnan.
We remembered,
"All for one,
and one for all. "
Don't turn your back
on me, D'Artagnan!
For I will fight you!
Do not fight me, Aramis,
for I will kill you.
D'Artagnan!
I know
who did this.
Febre. The one that
does your bidding.
This is not my bidding.
He is gone mad.
He was always mad.
But when he was your madman,
it was overlooked.
He will set France ablaze
and rise from the ashes.
He's out of control.
He will kill the Queen,
kill Lord Buckingham--
But the thing
he hates most is you.
He is horribly scarred,
and his eye is useless.
He says you did it.
I will stop him.
I will pray.
Pray for your success.
I will kill your monster,
but not for you!
I've come to ask for help.
Is this your answer?
I've been practicing.
We don't want you here.
Are you afraid of Febre?
We've come to this.
The Musketeers
afraid of one man.
- We are not afraid of anyone.
- This isn't our fight.
- He will kill the Queen.
If not our fight,
whose fight is it?
They're King's Musketeers,
not the Queen's.
- You have your allegiances confused.
- I know my allegiances.
But youve forgotten
what it was that
made you Musketeers.
Really? And where were
your allegiances when
we asked for your help?
I had to escort
the Queen.
- I was sworn to secrecy.
- Escort the Queen?
Or was it the chambermaid?
Hate me all you want,
but act!
- Defend your country.
- A country that has scorned us.
Then do it as Musketeers.
Do it to resurrect yourselves.
Perhaps what you seek here
only existed in the imagination
of a small boy.
"All for one,
and one for all. "
Candle wicks.
Ten of them.
Dipped in Armagnac.
Just like you taught me.
Uh, I didn't teach you
to use such a good Armagnac.
Where are we going?
Probably to die.
Strega?
Can you get Strega?
He's on the southern road,
two kilometers out.
What are you doing?
Saddling a horse.
Not your saddle.
Not your horse.
I have to borrow them.
Steal them, you mean.
But then,
you're a Musketeer!
You can just steal things!
Must be strong wine, Bonacieux,
to give you so much courage.
You won't want what's left
of Francesca when Febre's done.
Don't come near me,
or I'll--
How did you know
Febre has Francesca?
I heard talk. I--
There was no talk.
No one knew.
You're wrong!
No, you listen.
When Francesca came
to my room, you listened,
and you told Febre!
No, I-I--
You betrayed
your own flesh and blood.
If I do not come back
with Francesca,
I'm coming back for you.
I'm afraid you're going
to regret we ever met.
Well, it would be nice
if you could fly.
- Am I truly crazy?
- Let me answer that.
I've known you longer.
You've changed your mind?
No, I've come
to change yours.
You've wasted your time.
You cannot do this.
You're right.
Not at all.
Well, I suppose that
in the scheme of things...
the loss of our lives
will matter not.
What scheme is that?
I shall ride with you.
As shall we.
We'll take them
by surprise.
Yes.
They're expecting an army.
Well, perhaps we shall
not disappoint them.
Whoa!
Keep watch, Strega.
You've done enough.
It's our turn.
You dropped this.
It's begun.
- All for one...
- and one for all!
Come on!
We'll have to charge
the damn thing!
Come on!
Come on!
I need men over here!
Push it back.
Back!
Turn it around.
Heave!
Now push forward.
Push! Push!
Push!
Keep going.
Forward.
Come on!
Push.
Push!
Keep going!
Come on!
Now stop!
I just knew he was going
to blow something up again.
Where's the Queen?
I don't know.
Then die here.
Francesca!
Come here.
Now get up.
No.
I wanted you here
for this.
This will just
take a moment.
No!
Francesca!
I'm not dead. Now, will
you please go kill him?
Time to dance.
That's from
a young friend.
Do you think
it's worth anything?
- I'd be very much surprised.
- Shh!
France owes you all
a great debt.
I owe you my life,
Monsieur D'Artagnan.
'And England owes you thanks
for preventing a great war.
I don't think you realize
how much you've done for France.
I'm only glad
I could be of some guidance.
Bless me, Father,
for I will sin.
One night, I will
come for you.
I'm not mader of lace.