- Fuck!
Oh, no!
No!
- On the ground!
Come on.
- Get back!
Get back, get back!
- Take him!
Yah!
Ah!
- The Cardinal, he means war.
Look for the sign.
The fleur-de-lis.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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?
- I don't think it's foolish.
I think it's what a true Musketeer would do.
- So be it, Musketeer.
An attack without the proper etiquette is no jewel.
- 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.
A true swordsman must have self-control.
You?
A farm boy having a tantrum.
Go!
- I'll kill you!
- Temper, temper.
- I'm not scared of you.
- And that is why you are a fool.
- 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!
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.
Drink?
- Along with food in my belly and a bed for the night.
- Food, lodging, drinks, eight sou.
- Oh, I'm not sure I...
- One, two, three, four, five, six.
Two more, please.
Oh, you get to keep one.
Welcome to Paris, sir!
- All well?
- Yes, sir.
- More news?
- 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?
- There.
What brings you to The Shield?
- I seek the King's Musketeers.
- You a messenger?
- No, I'm going to join them.
- You, a Musketeer?
- Something wrong with that?
- No, no!
No offence.
No offence, man. - Easy now.
He means nothing by it, boy.
- 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.
- On second thoughts, Planchet, I shall need another.
Sir.
- And if the 1610 doesn't warm your heart,
may I present the 1548,
the finest elixir my estate has to offer.
An exquisite nose,
I think you'll agree.
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?
- 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?
- Nonsense!
Better men have died for less, boy!
- And better men will try.
Back of the bar, quarter past midnight.
What?
My dearest leading ladies,
please, allow me to explain.
- 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.
- 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.
- I could not give you full attention
with such unfinished business hanging over my head.
Do you mind?
This is none of your business.
- Walk away from this charlatan, my lady,
before he relieves you
of both your dignity and your gold.
- Charlatan?
Liar!
- Madame, please?
- Is every man in this city on the make?
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,
and fully fund the orphanage at St. Peters.
- What?
But I-
- 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.
Welcome to Paris.
- What are you doing here?
- I have an appointment.
- Hmm, me, too.
- Gentlemen.
- 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.
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,
Charles de Batz de Castelmore D'Artagnan.
- Where's your sword, boy?
- I am not a boy!
And I was in another duel,
where it was stolen.
- 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.
- He has heart, I'll give him that.
- It's a brain he's missing.
- Do you even know how to use that, boy?
- Make your move, old man!
- Hold it right there!
- 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.
- Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt.
Repeat those names.
- Well, this is the Count de la Fère, 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.
- 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.
Enough of this!
Put up your arms!
- There's only five of them.
You must fight.
- Are you familiar with Monsieur Treville's tactical advice
when facing overwhelming odds?
Run!
- Which way?
- Guard the stairs, secure the exits.
Guard the doors!
Guard that exit over there.
- All for one!
- Such enthusiasm.
- Positively exhausting.
- Should we...
- It would be rude not to.
- Come on!
- Thank you!
- Yah!
- Wait! - Huh?
- Yah!
- Swine!
Come on!
- Go on!
Get back!
Don't just lay there, come on!
- What's goin' on?
Come on!
- Shoot them!
Porthos!
- Eww!
Oddly sporting, friend.
- Take them down!
- In nomine patris es filii
et spiritus sancti.
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!
- 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.
- What's wrong?
- I have no coin.
- What are you doing?
Please, please, I have a wife.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- So, to what do we owe this pleasure?
- 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.
Check.
- Bishop to king four.
- 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.
- I've heard rumours.
- Rumours? - The people,
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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-
- Open in the name of the King!
Treville, you're a wanted man.
- Go!
Go now!
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,
for his father's sake.
And God go with you.
- Gonna be a long day.
- Something strong, I think, Planchet.
- Certainly, sir.
- This is where we fought.
Then he got into the carriage and headed that way.
- Heading for the English coast?
- That's a long way in two days.
Rouen maybe?
- Wherever he is headed,
Rochefort will rule the day he crossed swords with me.
- 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.
- 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.
- Well, where now?
- Let's find out.
Forgive the intrusion.
- Become accustomed to it.
- I'm after a carriage bearing this emblem.
- May I?
- Help yourself.
- Do you recognise it?
Are they heading towards the coast?
- 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.
- 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.
Spy glass.
There.
- At last!
A little hunting.
The hunting of man. - Come on!
- 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.
- Come on.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- You're too late.
- Pardon?
- 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?
- We can discuss this on the way.
- After you, Madame.
- You stay with the horses.
Seems they're worth quite a lot.
- But?
- The horses!
- Hey, you can't have them!
- No, you idiot! - Hiyah, come on now!
Go on!
- Hey!
Leave her alone!
Oh, god!
- Yeah, you better run!
- D'Artagnan!
The horses?
- I am so sorry.
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?
- 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?
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!
Our victory is assured!
- May the good Lord preserve us.
- ] Oh, on the contrary,
I think that was one of the best ideas you've had.
- My idea, Cardinal?
I thought the suggestion was yours?
- 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.
Can it be arranged?
- Well, if you forgive me, Your Highness,
I've taken the liberty of setting the wheels in motion.
- Ow.
You certainly are one with the water,
and now, so is the rest of us!
Thank you so much!
- At least there's salvation of lunch.
Come here!
- 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?
- I swear it's not me.
- Guards!
To me!
Bring the carriage!
- Rochefort! - Yah!
- Porthos, with me.
- Stop it, stop it!
- We need to go after them!
- We need to get dressed.
- Out cold.
- Sleeping on the job? - Yeah.
Sloppy, I'd call it.
Now what?
- Bandits!
Put down your weapons.
Step away from that man.
- Don't make us ask a second time.
- Do we look like bandits to you?
- Ladies?
- 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.
- 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.
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.
- All right, all right, I'll tell you anything!
I'll tell you anything you want to know.
Anything.
Anything!
- A fine performance, ladies.
- We'll send you the bill.
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.
- Fine!
- Blast!
- 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.
- Whoa!
This place ain't right.
Witchcraft?
- Don't be foolish!
- What's going on?
What are you doing, you fools?!
Don't you know who I am?!
Sergeant, drive them off.
- Yes, sir.
With me!
- I'm surrounded by idiots.
- Well met, friend.
- Friend?
You have me at a disadvantage.
- I've been waitin' for you.
I'm the one you seek, "The Fox".
- You're shorter than I expected.
- And you have fewer eyes than I imagined.
- Shall we get this done?
- At once.
Do you have the coin?
- Naturally.
But first, I must give you this.
Hold still, little vermin.
You are no fox.
- I'll wager, you never expected to see me again, monsieur?
- And you would be correct.
Who are you?
- What?
I'm your mortal enemy.
- Really?
- I swore I'd hunt you down.
- Ah, well, I make a lot of enemies.
- You dishonoured me.
You took my father's sword!
- Of course.
The Gascon's boy.
How rude of me.
Well, it's very pleasant to see you again,
but I have more important matters.
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.
- 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.
Go!
Go.
- Please, mademoiselle,
I mean no harm.
Your master's no longer a threat.
- 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.
- 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-
- You?
- Oh.
Oh, dear.
- It's empty.
You're back?
We've been busy.
- 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.
- Of course.
What's going on?
- She cannot be trusted.
- 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.
- And doesn't go anywhere she doesn't want to.
- 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.
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.
- 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?
D'Artagnan!
No!
Quiet!
Come.
- Put a sword in my hand,
fight like a man, brave Musketeer.
- D'Artagnan.
- 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!
- Get her out of here!
- Shall we?
- Yeah!
Come on!
- Anne!
- Athos?
- You okay?
- I'll live.
Ooh!
- Here, here, quick!
Shh!
Oh boy!
Hello again.
- 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!
But I get to do it!
- All right, fine.
- They're gaining on us.
- There!
Yes.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Porthos?
Porthos?
Again!
- We don't have to use the whole of this one!
- Oh, just do it!
- Fine!
- Come on!
- That's 50 lever!
Happy?
- Yeah.
- There.
Head for the break in the trees.
- What's that?
- Something precious.
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.
Athos was right not to trust me.
- So...
- Bernajoux.
So you were "The Fox"?
- Friend, Athos.
You've looked better.
- You?
- 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.
- There's no time for this.
Your quarry is on his way.
- Ready the weapons!
Set the powder store in the centre to feed their guns.
Move.
- 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.
Just like you when you said
this would never leave your side again.
- Don't.
- Bring them.
- 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!
- No!
- Stop him!
Shoot him down!
Gascon!
- Yah!
- Porthos!
Aramis!
- Sorry to break up the party.
- We wondered where you got to.
- Oh, you know D'Artagnan,
so many social engagements.
- 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.
We nearly there yet?
- Oh, very near.
Very near.
Vexin Forest, France's greatest hunting ground,
ready for the greatest hunt of our age.
- 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?
- I am sorry, my Athos,
but soon, you will have died for your dreams.
- Look there.
- We'll never get to Athos without them seeing us.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
Come, gentlemen.
- D'Artagnan?
- Thanks.
You ready?
- One more thing.
- 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.
- A few minutes more.
Ready yourselves.
- No!
- Let's go!
- Stop them!
- Cut them down!
This is your payday, fools!
- Traitor.
- The bird has flown the nest.
- Rochefort!
- Little, little Gascon.
- This is for my father.
- Oh, just get on with it.
- Enjoy your payday.
- Where's the boy?
- There!
Come on!
- He needs this.
- 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.
- You took everything away from my father.
Now, I should do the same.
An eye for an eye, you might say.
France will know you as a traitor.
Teach his just desserts.
- Your father taught you well.
- Amongst others.
- Well done.
- Gentlemen.
- Traitor!
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.
- So what now?
- The plot is foiled and the King is safe.
- And the drinks are on the Cardinal.
- What is it?
- It's not over.
- Dammit!
- Not your morning, Sire.
- Very well, no matter.
Ah, wonderful.
Many thanks.
- Sire?
Sire, are you hurt?
- I'm fine.
I'm fine!
What are you doing?
- Step away from him!
- Traitor.
- Sire!
- It seems a husband really does know his wife.
- Perhaps, he does?
Your Majesty.
- Take this snake away.
- Gentlemen.
- 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.
- My sword is yours, Sire.
- 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.
- Thank you, gentlemen.
That will be all.
- Come, Captain Windbag.
Navigate us to the nearest tavern.
- Oh, D'Artagnan?
Seems the bloody tailor can't count.
- Open it.
All for one...
- And one for all!