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(HORSE WHINNYING)

(STREET CHATTER)

(DOG BARKS)

I have a warrant from the Cardinal

for the immediate arrest
of your prisoner

- Martin Labarge.
- He's already under arrest

for the murder of two Musketeers.

Ah. Well, you're to hand him
over to us for questioning.

- It's not safe here.
- (DISTANT DOG BARKING)

I want it noted he's a very dangerous man.

TRUDEAU: Duly noted.

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

Very well.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Don't say we didn't warn you.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Come on, Labarge!

This should be fun.

- (HORSE WHINNYING)
- Yaaah! Huargh!

Huargh! Huargh!

Aargh!

- I think they need our help.
- They're just too shy to ask.

(SOLDIERS GROAN)

Stay out of this, damn you!

Come on!

Musketeer scum!

It's your fault
that Captain Trudeau is dead!

(BLADES RING)

Captain Trudeau was given fair warning.
His own arrogance killed him.

Labarge is a regional Intendant.

You had no business arresting him
without coming to me first.

Your Intendant is a violent criminal, who
subjected Gascony to a reign of terror.

I went to Gascony once.
It's full of sheep and hedges.

It is true that Labarge
exceeded his authority,

but I was in the process
of recalling him to Paris

before Captain Treville
so recklessly intervened.

The Red Guards put innocent lives at risk!

The Musketeers were lucky
my guards didn't kill them.

Oh, really? You know what?

Any of my Musketeers could thrash
any of your Red Guards at any time!

LOUIS: 1,000 livres
Captain Treville is right.

Each side to choose his champion
in a contest to settle the matter.

What do you say, Cardinal?
Do you accept the wager?

Shall we say...2,000 livres?

Oh!

- (LAUGHS)
- Did you miss me?

- Not at all!
- Hmm.

This is so wrong.

(SIGHS) I just wish it felt wrong.

Then I'd know what to do.

If you've changed your mind...?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (DISTANT DOG BARKING)

- Your rent is overdue.
- My apologies for that, Monsieur.

I haven't received any income from my farm
for the last two months.

BONACIEUX: Well, you've put yourself
in a reckless position.

You're a farmer who neglects his land

and a would-be Musketeer
with no commission in sight.

I could point out your folly,
but, er... perhaps it's not necessary.

TREVILLE: Gentlemen!

Finally we have the opportunity
to prove what we have always known.

- That technically...
- What's going on?

There is to be a competition between
the Musketeers and the Red Guards.

Yeah, each side will choose a champion,

to settle the issue
of which regiment is greater.

As if it were in doubt.

- How will this champion be chosen?
- There will be competitive trials...

(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)

- ...and a 30-livres entry fee.
- (MEN MUTTERING)

- 30?
- It forms a prize purse.

- Winner takes all.
- Why didn't you say so before, huh?

This isn't about money. This is
about the honour of the Musketeers.

One man amongst you will have
the honour of representing me.

When that man defeats and humiliates
the Musketeer champion...

...I will double his prize money.

Now, which of you here
is the greatest fighter?

Captain Trudeau was the best man in
the regiment, before Labarge killed him.

A pig wouldn't eat that.

Eat it or starve, Labarge.

(SCREAMING)

Monsieur Labarge, to you.

Aaah!

Well, gentlemen,

may the best man amongst us win.

Those of us who are allowed to compete.

You are a Musketeer in all but name.
All you lack is the King's commission.

Go to Treville. Ask him.

There is just the thorny issue
of the entry fee.

- Anyone got it?
- (SOLDIER SHOUTS INSTRUCTIONS)

My pockets are empty
and the cupboard is bare.

Yeah, I just pawned my cupboard.

Porthos, my friend,

I think it's time for us to go fishing
for a patroness.

Needs must.

Deliver, O Lord, the souls of the faithful
departed from the chains of...

PORTHOS: Who are the departed?

ARAMIS: Head of the candle-makers' guild
died a year ago,

leaving his widow very rich.

Fourth pew, left side.

Madame Laurent
has a thing about Musketeers.

Hmm.

Many brave men have gone there,
but few have returned.

Mm.

Fifth pew, right side.

Madame Marchand.

In possession
of one indifferent husband...

- Hm.
- ...three lovers,

and five small and irritating dogs.

"Whither I go ye know,
and the way ye know."

And Thomas said unto him,
"Lord, we know not where thou goest.

- "How can we know..."
- Easy does it.

Yeah?

It's a Requiem Mass,
not a party at Madame Angel's.

The truth and the light...

I need your permission to compete.
I'm ready.

There's no guarantee you'll win.
You know that.

I'm not asking for a favour,
only for the chance to prove myself.

(SIGHS) You'd be up against the very best.

I know.

D'Artagnan,
there's no easy way to tell you this.

I've just received a list of charges
against Labarge from the Cardinal.

Your farm was one of the properties
destroyed by Labarge.

Apparently, he did it as a warning
to other local landowners.

He knew your father
was greatly respected amongst them.

That farm was my only source of income.

I'll make sure justice is done,
if that's any comfort.

Justice won't pay the rent.

Yaah!

(SWORDS CLASH)

(LOW CHATTER)

My condolences, Madame.

Your husband, er... he was a great man.

And a great candle-maker.

Well, which goes without saying.

I don't believe we've been introduced.

Porthos, of the King's Musketeers.

A Musketeer, no less?

- How did you meet him?
- Ah, well, it's...

(SIGHS) It was at an event.

You know, we both attended the same one,
you know, obviously.

It was ages ago now.

It was, um...

Of course,
it was the reception at the palace,

when the heads of guilds
were presented to the King...

Yes. Yeah.

...and there were
those peculiar courtiers.

One of them was dressed as a Roman general
and wore a lilac-blue wig.

Comte de Simonet.

Yeah, thinks he was Mark Antony
in a previous life.

Cleopatra, more likely.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Um...

...perhaps I can escort you
to your carriage.

- Oh, I walked here today.
- Oh.

I know that's considered rather shocking.

- But...
- Oh, no, no, no.

...I have been cooped up
indoors for so long.

Then allow me to walk you home.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

The contest is my only chance.

I have to win that prize,
I just need to raise the entrance fee.

- 30 livres is a lot of money.
- You don't have to remind me.

First I lose my father
and then I lose his farm.

No money, no prospects.

I honestly can't think what you see in me.

Everything will be fine.

You'll raise the money and...

you'll win the contest. I know you will.

Where am I going to find 30 livres?

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

Well, this is...

(CHUCKLES)

A treat, for coming out of mourning.

It's probably not the done thing.

But a year is a long time in black crepe.

Well, the done thing just means
following someone else's ideas.

- And you, you followed your own.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I, um... hope you've come hungry.

I've... planned a rather full menu.

(SNORTS)

I'm always hungry.

(BOTH LAUGH)

This way.

Well, at least you're surrounded
by your husband's things.

Keeps his memory alive, I imagine.

I suppose so, yes.

Having something to remember him by
must be a great comfort.

Hmm.

Of course.

Well, you should have
a token for yourself.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- How selfish of me not to think of it.

Er... would you like
his shaving bowl and brush?

Or...

...his candle snuffer?

No... no, no, no.

Er... I couldn't, er...

That must be worth 30 livres at least.

- I should say so. It's solid gold.
- Hmm.

I insist you have it.

Charles used it every day of his life.

I'd be honoured.

Hmm.

(GLASSES CLINK)

ATHOS: Leave justice to the courts.

You fought for this chance.
Now fight to prove you're ready.

I am ready.

- What?
- You have natural talent,

but too often you let
your emotions run away with you.

Talent won't keep you alive
if your heart rules your head.

Can we just get on with it?

My point in a nutshell.

I hear an ordinary prison
isn't good enough for Labarge.

He's in the Bastille, living in comfort...

...his every whim attended to.

Imagine him there,
living the life of a king.

Aaargh!

Every soldier has an Achilles heel.
Control that, and you control the fight.

So, Labarge is in the Bastille, is he?

(SWORDS RINGING)

I was trying to provoke him.

You succeeded. Keep an eye on him.

Cardinal!

I wish to talk to you about Labarge.

He destroyed my property
and sold everything I own.

There are many claims against him.

No doubt his trial
will establish the truth of them.

What am I supposed to live on until then?

What, still no commission from
the Musketeers? How disappointing.

But there are other regiments.

Other regiments like the Red Guards?

Why not?

A young man of talent and ambition
might flourish under my patronage.

- I'll take my chances, thank you.
- As you wish.

What about Labarge?

If he confesses, you may well receive
some form of recompense. If not...

As a citizen of France,
I demand my rights!

You demand nothing of me!

(CLICKS FINGERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I feel almost sorry for him,

lodging with that miserly
cloth merchant Bonacieux.

First Athos and now d'Artagnan?

Your fascination with these Musketeers
seems inexhaustible.

I do everything for you.

Permit me to doubt that.

There was a time I found
your independence of spirit arousing.

I must warn you, Milady,
that time has now passed.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(STREET CHATTER)

- (HORSE WHINNYING)
- (RAISED VOICES)

Let go of me! I'm innocent!

I love the King!
Whatever it is, I didn't do it!

Hup! Hyaah! Hyaah!

I understand you're a cloth merchant?

The house of Bonacieux has been
in business for three generations.

My grandfather, jean Bonacieux...

I'm sure he was a visionary
amongst drapers.

Now, I may be in need of a new supplier
to my Red Guards.

The contract is a lucrative one.

But the merchant must be
someone I can trust.

Then how might I prove it?

I am interested...

in your lodger, d'Artagnan.

I want you to find out who he sees,
where he goes,

and in particular

if he has any
clandestine female companions.

You want me to spy on him?

I can see you are a man
of quick intelligence.

- It will be my honour to serve you.
- I'm sure it will.

(LOW CHATTER)

(CRIES OUT)

- You're early.
- Are you complaining?

No. Watch out.

He's a monster.

So I hear.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(ROLLING THUNDER)

(ROLLING THUNDER)

Wake up, Labarge.

(THUNDER CRACKS)

LABARGE: I know you!

What are you? A Red Guard now?
What do you want?

My name is d'Artagnan of Lupiac
in Gascony. You burned down my farm.

Ha! I've burned down a lot of farms. What
makes you think I can remember yours?

I want your full confession.
Without it, I will not get justice.

I don't see what good a confession
is to you, with a broken neck.

Ha! Huargh!

Huh! Huh!

You will give me that confession.

You know what I like about cutting
people's throats? It stops them talking.

Huargh! Huargh!

Ha!

Huargh!

Aaah!

Let him go.

(THUNDERCLAP)

Get out!

(ROLLING THUNDER)

What did I tell you
about thinking before you act?

I couldn't help it. I'm not like you.

You are.

More than you know.

Come on.

Get some rest. We'll train tomorrow.

You're grown careless, Athos.

I could have killed you just now.

Shall we call this...

neutral ground?

If you wish.
I won't attack a defenceless woman.

- (THUNDER ROLLS)
- (SNORTS) Your face is full of questions.

Ask me anything you want.

(THUNDER ROLLS)

What is your connection with the Cardinal?

I have to make a living somehow.
What better patron could I have?

What exactly do you do for him?

I'm a soldier, just like you.

Well, perhaps we're not quite the same.

But we all have to exploit our natural...

talents.

You still wear my locket?

Why?

Sometimes...

sometimes I ask myself the same question.

Shall I show you why?

Do you really think I could forget...

who you are, and what you did?

(ROLLING THUNDER)

It seems neither of us
can forget the past.

I give you fair warning, Athos.

Leave me alone.

Or you'll regret it.

Every taunt is an attempt to distract you,

to discover your vulnerabilities
and exploit them.

Last night, you let your hatred of Labarge
overcome your judgment.

Your trip to the Bastille
was a childish mistake.

I thought you had brains, but clearly not.

I know what you're doing.

That kind of stupidity is exactly why
you're not ready to be a Musketeer.

You don't mean that?

Of course not, but unfortunately...

you're now dead.

Your Eminence!
To what do I owe this honour?

You overstepped the limits, Labarge.

You ruled Gascony like a petty tyrant.

Well, people don't like
paying their taxes.

I just gave them a bit of encouragement.

Perhaps if all the taxes you collected
had reached the Treasury,

I'd be inclined to overlook your excesses.

Well, I suppose
that was always my problem.

I never knew how much greed was enough.

Maybe I should have took
a leaf out of your book,

and followed your career a little closer.

I, er...

have a proposal for you.

Well, I hope it involves
me not getting executed.

It might.

(STREET CHATTER)

Mm, I'm not sure.

It's not the best quality.

- I can give you 20 livres for the lot.
- I need 30.

Even at 20, I'm giving you the bread
out of our children's mouths.

I'll throw in a baguette.

For 30 I'd want a bonus.

In your dreams.

I'm only doing this cos I like you.

I believe this is something you need.

30 livres.

- Is that right?
- How did you know?

I've taken an interest in you, d'Artagnan,

and it's not as though
we're strangers, is it?

What's the catch?

Well, how suspicious you've grown
since coming to Paris!

There is no catch.
I simply want you to compete.

I'll accept it - as a loan.

I'll pay you back when I win.

Hmm.

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

- What's this?
- A little good-luck charm.

And a token of my friendship.

What did she want?

She just gave me the money
so I can compete.

- You shouldn't have taken it.
- Don't worry. I can handle her.

- Are you sure about that?
- There's no need to be jealous.

There's no need to be an idiot.

Who else is just going to walk up
and hand me 30 livres?

No-one.

- (GLASSES CLINK)
- (CHUCKLES)

Your husband was a lucky man.

- Mm.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Food gave him no pleasure.
- Mm?

He saw self-discipline as a moral virtue.

- Oh.
- (CHUCKLES)

I imagine soldiers
are very disciplined, too.

When they're fighting.

Off duty, well...

Porthos?

Can I ask...

It might...

- (SIGHS) ...sound...
- Hmm?

...strange.

It doesn't matter.

A year's a long time without a kiss.

It's been a great deal longer than that.

How he resisted you, I have no idea.

But like I said...

...self-discipline isn't my strong suit.

Nor mine.

Wrong door!

(DOOR CREAKS)

(LOW CHATTER)

Ooh, hello.

- (CHUCKLING)
- WHISPERS: Bye-bye.

- Entry fee?
- I've earned it, believe me.

- How did you raise the money?
- Found a patron of my own.

Oh?

- Wealthy widow?
- Not as far as I know.

Right, gents. When you're ready.

Come on.

(GUFFAWS)

(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)

Come on.

Come on!

The wonder of it all is,

he's not even trying.

(GUFFAWS)

Remember, head over heart.

Treville will be assessing
your attitude as well as your skill.

Hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

You have a challenger.

- But he's not a Red Guard.
- I’ve just commissioned him.

Your reputation for violence
is well established.

Now do something useful with it.

Huargh!

Huargh!

- (OTHERS MUTTER)
- Enough!

Argh!

No control, no pity, no remorse!

No more humanity than a jackal.

You're exactly what I need.

Succeed, and you walk free.

(GRUNTS)

Lose, and you hang.

(GUARD GROANS)

Somebody help this man.
He doesn't look at all well.

(CROW CAWING)

A present for you, my dear.

- We can't afford this.
- We can, and more besides.

I'm about to acquire
the most desirable client imaginable.

Who?

Just now,

our lives are about to change.

I listen to all the places you've been.

I've never travelled
more than five miles from Paris.

(SIGHS)

Never been to London. Vienna.

Well, it's not too late.

You should go.

You could come.

Be my tour guide.

I never had much time for sightseeing
when I travelled.

- Someone was always trying to kill me.
- (CHUCKLES)

Have you ever thought what you'd do
if you weren't a soldier?

Becoming a Musketeer...

...was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Until I met you.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Another life is possible.

If you want it.

Have you lost something?

Nothing important.

I should go.

Captain Treville is choosing
his champion this morning.

Of course.

Good luck.

D'Artagnan!

You were right.

I was jealous of Milady.

Of course you had to take her money.
It's just...

Well, she's...

so beautiful and...

glamorous and...

wealthy,

and I'm just...

Well, I'm just... me.

You...

shine so brightly in my eyes,
it puts every other woman in the shade.

- Good answer.
- I mean it.

Look.

I'm going to win this competition.

Everything will work out for us.

Hmm.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

I'll see you later.

Choosing a champion
from such a fine group of soldiers

- is a near-impossible task.
- And the winner is...

(LAUGHTER)

For that reason, I have decided that the
only man who can fairly represent you...

...is me.

Was your life... so bad, Constance?

Was I ever cruel to you? Did I beat you?

You were never cruel...

...and I wasn't unhappy.

At least... I didn't know I was.

Until d'Artagnan came here.

I order you to break with him immediately.

I'm sorry to cause you pain.

But I won't give him up.

I love him.

End your affair, or d'Artagnan
will be dead within a week.

- What are you talking about?
- I have powerful friends now.

That new client I was talking about?

It's the Cardinal.

And, believe me, he hates
your lover even more than I.

Why would he kill him just on your say-so?

Because of the plot I overheard
d'Artagnan hatching,

some attempt on the Cardinal himself.

- Do you think he'd stop to ask questions?
- You're bluffing.

Give him up, or he dies.

It's your choice.

You will break his heart

so thoroughly
that he will never look at you again.

You will make him hate you.

This is wrong and dangerous.

This challenge is my doing.
It is my responsibility to see it through.

Instead of giving yourself
one last moment of glory,

you should be giving d'Artagnan the chance
to win his commission from the King.

(SNORTS) You think this is about glory?

All I know is that d'Artagnan has
it in him to be a fine Musketeer,

perhaps the greatest of us all.

But now? We'll never know,

because you have stolen
his best chance to prove it.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Treville's taken the fight himself.

Well, then, I suppose
that puts an end to your daydream.

What do you mean?

We're fooling ourselves, d'Artagnan.

There's no future for us together.

I'm a respectable...

married woman.

This...

silly flirtation has to end.

Flirtation? I love you.

But I don't love you.

If this is about Milady de Winter...

CONSTANCE: You should go to her.
You'll be needing a rich mistress now.

You've got nothing.

Perhaps Milady will look after you.

I don't want her.
I don't want her. I want you.

I was tempted. I'll admit that.

But I can't risk my future for you.

I have far too much to lose.

I'm sure you've made the right decision.

I mean, what use is love
compared to money?

Thank you for helping me
see things more clearly.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(STIFLES SOB)

Oh!

(SOBBING)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE FADES)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (DISTANT PEACOCK CRIES)

(LOW CHATTER)

You invited your widow?

Her name's Alice.

You only needed 30 livres, not a wife.

Did I say anything about marriage?

- No.
- My God.

You're actually considering it?

There is a life beyond the Musketeers,
you know.

D'ARTAGNAN: Well, one thing I've learned.

Never put your trust in love.

The Musketeer champion,
the famous warrior, Captain Treville!

- Good luck, Captain.
- Good luck, sir.

(LOW CHATTER)

My old fox will see off
your man, Cardinal.

And representing the Red Guard,
their champion,

Captain Labarge!

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

This is some sort of sick joke.

Well, the Captain isn't surprised.

He knew.

Well, this is highly irregular.

(PEACOCK CRIES)

LOUIS: Shouldn't he be in the Bastille?

Oh, I'm a great believer
in rehabilitation, sire.

Labarge is now a commissioned officer
in the Red Guards.

The shooting and wrestling rounds
have been waived!

The contest will be settled
in favour of the superior swordsman!

(GRUNTING)

Huargh! Huargh!

Yaah! Huargh! Huargh!

(LABARGE LAUGHS)

That is hardly within the rules, Cardinal.

Sorry, Your Majesty.
I wasn't aware that there were any rules.

Come on!

Aaargh! Aaah!

(LOW CHATTER)

(GROANS)

Argh! Huargh!

(CROWD GASPS)

Huargh!

Huargh!

Huargh!

Aarrgh!

(RAISED VOICES)

He'll kill him. Labarge!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Saving your life!

Treville is defeated. The fight is over.

Stop!

(GROANS)

Your man broke the rules, Cardinal.

Captain Treville may nominate
another champion, if he wishes.

I nominate d'Artagnan to take my place.

(LABARGE LAUGHS)

Ha-ha! My little friend from the Bastille?

You look even more pathetic
in the daylight.

- I'm gonna enjoy this.
- Somehow I doubt it.

Is that the best you've got?

(FIGHTERS GRUNT)

I wish I could remember
burning down your farm!

It would make killing you a lot sweeter!

That's for the people of Gascony.

(LOW CHATTER)

Bravo, d'Artagnan.

I hereby declare

the Musketeer regiment

the winners.

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

Ah, yes, now, the prize money
is forfeit to the Treasury.

After all, the rules were broken.

We do need to collect our taxes somehow.

(LOW CHATTER)

It's 2,000 livres
I think you said, Cardinal.

You defended your captain
with great heroism today.

I admire loyalty
more than any other virtue.

Please kneel.

Get on your knees
before he changes his mind.

I hereby commission you
into my regiment of Musketeers.

May you serve it always

with the same distinction
that I witnessed today.

(CHUCKLES)

Well done, d'Artagnan.
I'm proud to have you under my command.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- (LOW CHATTER)
- (PEACOCK CRIES)

RICHELIEU: Whose side were you on?

I'm curious.

Yours, of course.

Really?

So, er... why provide the funds
for d'Artagnan's involvement?

Have you been spying on me?

I need to know
who my true friends are, Milady.

Or should I call you

Comtesse de la Fére?

Did you really think I wouldn't find out
about your marriage to Athos?

Explain yourself.

If you wish to see the Musketeers
destroyed,

d'Artagnan is the key.

I'm plotting to bring him
over to our side.

And do you seriously believe
that he can be turned after this?

You underestimate my powers of seduction.

For your sake, Milady,
I hope you're as persuasive as you think.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

I've never seen real violence before.

It opened my eyes.

That's your life, isn't it?

I don't enjoy killing, Alice,

but I do what I have to do.

I understand.

But... that life is foreign to me.

I thought you wanted more excitement.

Not that much.

I could never give up soldiering.

And I could never be a soldier's wife.

I wish it could be different.

I'm so happy I met you.

Take care, Porthos.

So,

will you marry the lovely widow?

Alice?

Who would look after you
if I did that, eh?

(CHUCKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I suppose you'll live at the garrison?

It's my home now.

- (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)
- I hope you enjoy your respectable life.

Whoa.

Thank you... for your patronage.

I knew I'd spotted a great talent.

Can I offer you a lift?

(STIFLES SOBS)

Another time, perhaps.

- (WHIP CRACKS)
- (HORSE WHINNIES)

Your Majesty!

We'll lead through the forest,
lose them in the trees.

The Musketeers will protect Anne. They
will not allow any harm to come to her!

Can your men hold the convent
long enough for rescue to arrive?

...at the hour of our death.

Surely I'm safer with you
than in the care of unarmed nuns.

Blessed be the Lord my God,
who teacheth my hands to fight

and my fingers to battle.

- Ain't this better than trying to escape?
- Ask me again in two minutes.

One of us will die. That's certain.

It is done.