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- 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!

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?

- 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!

- 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!