All language subtitles for The MUSKETEERS - S01 E04 - The Good Soldier (1080p)_eng

(PEACOCKS CRY)

KING: We are not
accustomed to waiting.

RICHELIEU: After five years, what's
a few more minutes, Your Majesty?

(PEACOCKS CRY)

(SIGHS)

PORTHOS: Heat.

Flies.

Boredom.

I do so love parades(!)

You know, I'm thinking about
fainting, just for something to do.

- What's wrong with him?
- (FLY BUZZES)

Have you forgotten about
the massacre at Savoy?

What massacre?

It's just like the
Duke to be late.

He's always paraded
himself as my equal,

when Savoy is little more
than a pimple on France's chin.

A strategically
important pimple, Sire,

the vital defence against
Spanish influence on our border.

I'm aware of that, Cardinal.

So is the Duke...
otherwise he wouldn't...

keep us standing around all day.

(CLANGING)

- (KEYS JANGLE)
- What do I hear?

Why are they firing the guns?

(GUNFIRE)

Oh, it's just some Duke or
other who's visiting the King.

- (GUNFIRE)
- What Duke?

Savoy?

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Is... is it Savoy?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(BIRDSONG)

(GUN COCKS)

Victor, I trust your
journey was comfortable?

Dreadful.

Your French roads
are full of potholes.

But it was worth every bump
and bruise to see you again.

I have missed you, sister...

more than I can say.

DUKE: Cardinal Richelieu.

I've seen
healthier-looking corpses.

(CHUCKLES)

DUKE: You spend too
much time at your desk.

RICHELIEU: Well, I
assure you I'm quite robust.

I rejoice in your good health. You
know Gontard, my First Minister?

- (SCREAMING)
- Get the King to safety!

PORTHOS: Get
into formation, now!

Wait there! Don't move!

Straight UP!

(METAL RATTLES)

Hello, old friend.
Don't make me kill you.

Ma rsac?

- First a deserter and now an assassin?
- You don't understand.

It was the Duke of
Savoy that led the attack

and killed our
friends five years ago.

(BLADE CLINKS)

(COCKS GUN) Put your
weapon on the ground.

We were friends, Aramis.

Now.

(METAL SCRAPES)

(BLADE RATTLES)

MARSAC: Aramis,
please listen to me.

Aah!

(PEACOCK CRIES)

Thank you.

That's for leaving me alone in
the forest with 20 dead Musketeers.

- [(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) _ Hey]

- [(MUSIC CONTINUES) _ Hey]

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh-hey!

Oh-hey!

TREVILLE: Everybody inside now!

So, you talk of peace
while you plot to murder me?

Such accusations are
wild and dangerous.

- And wholly untrue.
- We only have your word for that,

and we all know the Cardinal's
promises are written in water.

Perhaps our cousins, the
Spanish, will be more welcoming.

TREVILLE: My men are
searching for the assassin.

At least delay any rash action
until we know his motives.

Captain Treville is right -
we must wait for the facts.

Spoken like a true
daughter of France.

I am the Duchess of Savoy and
your loving wife before I'm anything.

Forgive me, my
love. I spoke in anger.

The shot might have
hit any one of us.

At such a time, we should
remember what unites us.

We are family, after all.

Savoy does not wish
to be your enemy.

But our trust will
not be abused.

If France will not guarantee
our security, Spain will.

Allow the Spanish into your country, and
your independence will be lost for ever.

Thank you.

I know you have Savoy's
interests close to your heart.

We will postpone signing the treaty while
you establish the truth of this outrage.

In the meantime, I am content
to accept your hospitality.

- How very gracious of you(!)
- KING: If we had our way,

we would kick the
Duke's pompous arse

all the way back to his tiny
and ridiculous principality.

France needs Savoy,
and he knows it.

It would be a disaster for us

if his country were to fall
into the hands of the Spanish.

DUKE: This outrage could
work to our advantage.

Find out if there's
any truth to the rumour

that Cluzet languishes
in a French prison.

The matter is already
in hand, Your Grace.

Perhaps Richelieu thinks I have forgotten
my Chancellor, but he is very wrong.

If France had anything to do
with Cluzet's disappearance,

the Cardinal can
whistle for his treaty.

MARSAC: Have you never asked
yourself what really happened that night?

All these years, we thought it was
the Spanish that butchered our friends.

It was the Duke.

How do you know? The
raiding party were all masked.

I've made it my life's
work to find out the truth.

(GUN COCKS)

D'ARTAGNAN: Care to
tell me what's going on?

Marsac's an old friend.

An old friend? An old friend who
just tried to kill the Duke of Savoy.

Hear him out. Marsac was one
of the best soldiers in the regiment.

- He's a Musketeer?
- He was.

We were brothers once.

For the sake of our old friendship,
let me prove what I know!

(PEACOCKS CRY)

I need you to keep
quiet about this for now.

- Have you gone mad?
- Possibly, but...

I owe him my life.

If this gets me hanged, I'm
going to take it very personally.

This is your doing!

Why would I seek
the Duke's death?

I want your word this is not
another of your deadly games!

I know how your mind works,
your endless tricks and deceptions.

Oh, yeS, Yes, Yes-

I am the grand deceiver, and you
are the bluff, honest man of action.

I'm familiar with the
roles we play, Captain.

I assure you I am not playing.

Need I remind you
that we are tied together

by decisions we both took
in Savoy five years ago?

There's not been one night
since then I haven't thought of it.

You're very sensitive for a
man in the business of killing.

Death in battle is one thing,

but your world of back-alley
stabbings and murder disgusts me.

Not everything I do is
pleasant, but it's all necessary.

Now, with the greatest of respect
for your exquisite delicacy of feeling,

may we please return
to the real issue here?

Is there any possibility

that the Duke has discovered the
fate of our mutual friend, Cluzet?

No.

Perhaps it would be wise to
move him to a different prison

while the Duke is in Paris.

- (BELLS CHIME)
- A transfer would only attract attention.

- He's safer where he is.
- You're probably right.

But as an extra precaution, I want your
men to be watching the Duke at all times.

Won't he object?

There's just been
an attempt on his life -

he can hardly protest at
our efforts to protect him.

(BELLS CHIME)

- (LOW CHATTER)
- (DOG BARKS)

So, Monsieur Marsac, I
assume you're a soldier?

Not at all. He's
a... cabinet-maker.

- Cabinet-maker?
- Highly skilled.

Of course, that's exactly
what I am - an... an artist in oak,

walnut, - chestnut...
- Chestnut?

I don't know. All types of wood.

- How long will you be staying?
- Oh, just a few days.

Can't he answer for himself?

He's very shy and he
doesn't go out much, if ever.

Do you?

(DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)

Well, if you're willing to vouch for
him, he can stay in d'Artagnan's room.

Excuse me.

- I'm in your debt, Madame.
- Mm.

She's married... and a friend.

I was merely admiring
from a distance.

Make it as far away as possible.

Where would I go if I escaped?

I don't know.

- (METAL SCRAPES)
- That's why we're not letting you loose.

(SIGHS)

I've thought of
you many times...

wondered how you were living.

Precariously.

A musket for hire, with thieves for
company and one eye on the door.

I'm weary of it.

(SIGHS) Your name is held in
contempt amongst your old comrades.

You're a coward and a deserter.

For that alone, you're
under sentence of death.

No-one has the
right to judge me!

You alone know
what really happened.

Treachery can't go
unpunished, Aramis.

The lives of our dead
friends must be avenged.

(LOUD CHATTER)

(HORSE WHINNIES AND NICKERS)

What happened in Savoy?

We were camping near the French
border. It was a training exercise.

We had no reason
to be on our guard.

We were attacked in the night,

most of our men
killed as they slept.

Marsac and I knew
we were going to die,

but we fought side by side,
regardless, like soldiers.

- (DOG BARKS)
- How did you survive?

I was wounded. Marsac
dragged me to safety in the woods.

He didn't go back to fight. He hid
in the trees, watching the massacre.

When I woke up
the next morning, I...

found him sitting
amongst the bodies,

overcome with shame and remorse.

He felt he should have died too.

He ripped off his
uniform and rode away.

I should have stopped and told him
that he hadn't done anything wrong,

that throwing his own life
away would achieve nothing.

He just saved my life,
and I let him ruin his own.

But in his own eyes, he
is a coward and a deserter.

Not in mine.

- How in God's name did he escape?
- We lost him in the grounds.

He just, er... got away.

Didn't you see him either?

I, um... slipped.

- You slipped?
- Wet grass.

There's a killer on the loose, and the
security of the nation hangs by a thread.

But at least little d'Artagnan
didn't get a nasty bruise.

Athos. Porthos.

Report to the palace
in the morning.

As long as the Duke is in France,
his safety is now your responsibility.

And be vigilant.

The assassin is still
out there somewhere.

Hey.

- You're hiding something.
- No idea what you mean.

You too.

What is it?

If you don't tell him, I will.

Tell us what?

CONSTANCE: You brought
a wanted man into my house?

- A deserter?
- Deserter and assassin.

I'm guessing they
didn't mention that part.

Failed assassin, technically.

Oh, you can keep quiet. I don't
want to know. But I trusted you.

D'Artagnan's not to blame.
He behaved with honour.

Honourable people
don't lie to their friends.

Apologies for the deception.
I'll leave immediately.

You can stay.

But you can pack your things.

That hardly seems fair.

(SLAMS DOOR)

She'll forgive you.
Just give her time.

- How much time?
- Ah, a decade or two, maybe.

Have you both
completely lost your minds?

Perhaps Athos doesn't care
about 20 dead Musketeers.

Insulting the man who
holds your life in his hands?

I see you are a fool
as well as a coward.

Just hear him out.

If you're not satisfied,

I'll do whatever you suggest.

There's somebody
you should speak to first.

MARSAC: I found him in a bar, drunk
and bragging about killing Musketeers.

(GROANING)

Tell them what you told me!

Easy. He can't
talk if he's out cold.

I was a soldier in the
pay of the Duke of Savoy.

At Easter, five years
ago, he told us the French

had come to kill him and
put his son in his place.

- Go on.
- We rolled out on Good Friday.

Slaughtered the
Musketeers as they slept.

They were snoozing like babies
when we crept into their tents.

They were my friends!

(GROAN5)

No, wait! Wait!

I'll tell you who gave
the Duke his information.

I overheard him and his Chancellor,
Cluzet, discussing his name.

We knew where you were camped.

We were tipped off.

What name did you hear?

Who betrayed the Musketeers?

Treville.

It... it was a Captain Treville.

Treville?

Well, it makes sense, and
every man has his price.

- You take that back!
- Gentlemen! Come on.

Gentlemen.

The Captain?
Really? The Captain?

A traitor who organised
the murder of his own men?

- It's impossible.
- Well, he's lying.

How did the Duke find us so
easily? Someone had to tell him.

Someone who knew our orders.
It was Treville who issued them.

Hey, Ma rsac.

Your friends made a pretty picture
with their throats slit. (CACKLES)

He's obviously heard
Treville's name somewhere.

He'd say anything
to save his own skin.

I agree. There must be
some other explanation.

(GASPS FOR AIR)

Ma rsac! Ma rsac!

He's dead.

RICHELIEU: Has anyone tried
to contact your guest recently?

How could they, when
no-one knows he's here?

It was a simple question.

A yes or no answer
would have sufficed.

(son RATTLES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

- (DOOR SHUTS)
- (WATER DRIPS)

Five years of waiting.

I've often wondered
why you didn't just kill me.

Well, a Spanish spy of your
importance might prove valuable one day.

Why are you here?

Your former master,
the Duke, is in Paris,

to sign a treaty that will bind
France and Savoy together

for ever.

A historic moment, I'm
sure you would agree.

You're lying.

Spain would never allow it.

Well, without you to
pass them information,

the Spanish have no influence.

The game is over,

and all of your secret labour
on their behalf was in vain.

The Duke... can't
be so short-sighted.

Spain would pay twice as much
and guarantee Savoy's independence.

Really? What a pity you're
not there to advise him.

He can't have forgotten how
you tried to overthrow him.

That whole incident was
a tragic misunderstanding.

You forget who
you're talking to.

- I saw the orders with my own eyes.
- So you did.

And then you urged the
Duke to violent retaliation.

Now, if you hadn't given him
that advice, you might still be free

and the Duke would be
signing a treaty with Spain.

It's strange how history
turns on the smallest decision.

If you're trying to crush
my spirit, you won't succeed.

(SNORTS) Your spirit is of little
interest to me, crushed or otherwise.

(WATER DRIPS)

Total solitude.

Unlimited time to reflect.

I almost envy you.

(RICHELIEU KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (son CLICKS AND RATTLES)

Treville is a patriot, a man of honour.
The charges against him are ridiculous.

We heard accusations, not proof.

- Then we'll find proof.
- There's no "we" here.

Aramis, you were there.

You saw the butchered bodies.

You don't need to remind me.

Athos is right.
There is no proof.

- Don't you want revenge?
- I want justice.

This is the Captain
we're talking about.

Which is why we owe it
to him to clear his name.

So, really, we'd be doing him a
favour? Let's hope he sees it that way.

This is not your business.
You're not even a Musketeer.

Apparently, neither are you.

PORTHOS: Don't go there.

Not if you enjoy breathing.

(SIGHS) I have
to know the truth.

I don't believe Treville
is guilty and I never will,

but we won't stand in your way.

Do what you have to do.

One condition. Marsac
stays under house arrest.

ARAMIS: During the massacre, I wounded
their leader, a cut across the back.

If it was the Duke who led the
attack, he'll still carry the scar.

Aramis, before you go down this
road, ask yourself one question.

If it is true, what then?

(CROWD CHATTERS)

(BIRDSONG)

(PEACOCKS CRY)

KING: Ooh.

Ooh.

(SNORTS) He's a precocious
little darling, isn't he?

Louis Amadeus, careful.

Oh, let him do his
worst. I need the practice.

Ha-ha! Now, careful.

- Do you still long for Paris?
- KING: Steady.

Savoy is my home...

and motherhood is
a great distraction.

So I'm told.

Uh! Uh! Ooh!

Yeah. Ha! You lose, I
win. France beats Savoy.

Hmm.

(ECHOES OF SHOUTING)

(BLADES CLASH)

Hey! Aramis!

(BLADES CLASH)

(SOLDIERS SHOUT)

SERGE: You want some dinner?

No, thanks.

Serge? You remember Marsac?

SERGE: Oh, I remember him.

A good soldier
until... well, you know.

It's this visit from the
Duke of Savoy, isn't it?

Stirs up bad memories.

What are you doing?

You told me to pack my things.

I killed a man for you,
yet you still don't trust me.

I was trying to protect you.

I don't want protection. I
want to be treated as an equal.

Well, I made a
promise to Aramis.

So, you chose him over me?

It's not that simple, OK?
There's a question of loyalty.

I'm sorry. You're right.

You're right.

I won't make the
same mistake next time.

Next time?

Well,

I was hoping that you
might change your mind.

Well, we do need the money.

And I swear I'll
never lie to you again.

I hope not, cos next time,
you'd be out on your ear.

And...

I'd miss you.

DUKE: A bodyguard of Musketeers.

It's like being
protected by wolves.

Have you captured the
man who tried to kill me?

We shouldn't allow ourselves
to be distracted by minor issues.

My life... might be a minor issue
to you, Cardinal, but not to me.

You came to Paris
to sign the treaty!

Further delays are
in no-one's interest.

I will fight a duel...

with this Musketeer.

If he wins, then we
discuss the treaty.

But if I triumph...

then I return home immediately.

Sorry. I assume you're joking?

Will your man win?

Athos is the best
swordsman in the regiment.

That's not what I asked.

Is this a good idea, Cardinal?

That rather depends
on the outcome.

(METAL SCRAPES)

He who draws blood
first is the winner.

If you damage her husband,
my sister is going to be very upset.

(GRUNTING)

Athos!

Athos!

Aah!

Shall we say nine
o'clock in the morning?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm glad it was you. I'd
have cut his bloody head off.

Your duty was to
win, not to start a war.

You could have defeated him in
a way that allowed him his dignity.

Go and apologise.

(LOW CHATTER)

That was foolish. You could
have been seriously injured.

I just wanted to wipe that
smug look off the Cardinal's face.

If he's been lying all these years
about Cluzet's disappearance...

GONTARD: I have news.

- What is it?
- I have come to apologise.

I was overzealous.

You won a fair fight.

You wanted to kill me.

I saw it in your eyes. Why?

You are mistaken.

What motive could a
Musketeer possibly have

for wanting to kill
the Duke of Savoy?

- Did you hear all that?
- I saw the scar too.

Marsac was right about the Duke.

That doesn't mean
he's right about Treville.

Perhaps we should find out what
Monsieur Gontard really knows.

GONTARD: Your
prisoner... describe him.

Around 50.

(SIGHS)

Tall. Long, dark hair.

My height or taller.

Pale. Prison has
been hard on him.

He's the right age and
build. It could be Cluzet.

- Who's he?
- Doesn't matter. Anything else?

There is one more thing.

He wears spectacles, little
round ones with horn rims.

Is that important?

You have no idea, my friend.

(com CLINKS)

The Captain keeps a record

of every Musketeer campaign
since the regiment was founded,

all except that one night.

There's no documents
for the mission in Savoy -

no maps, no
letters, nothing at all.

Coincidence?

D'ARTAGNAN: Perhaps
you just didn't find them.

His filing is meticulous.
There's nothing there.

The documents have either
been removed or destroyed.

I'm still confident there's a
perfectly good explanation.

I'll be happy to hear it.

I admit it's troubling, but
I agree with d'Artagnan.

So, you're content
to do nothing?

How much evidence do you need
that something is badly wrong?

What does it take
to make you act?

I will never believe
the Captain is a traitor.

You think I want to?

Let me help.

I give you my word as a
gentleman that I won't try to leave.

- Aramis, tell them. You know me.
- I used to.

Every word I have told you
has turned out to be the truth.

Why would I deceive you now?

(BLADE SCRAPES)

- Oi.
- (LOW CHATTER)

(KNOCKING)

What's this?

- We have a question to ask you.
- Why aren't you with the Duke?

Five years ago, you ordered a
troop of Musketeers into Savoy,

on a training exercise.

They were all killed, all
except Marsac and myself.

I remember.

At the time, the attack was
blamed on a Spanish raiding party.

What do you mean, at the time?

We have information that it was actually
the Duke of Savoy who was responsible.

You don't seem surprised.

The only thing that surprises
me is your dereliction of duty.

Get back to your posts
before I lose my temper.

- Did you know it was the Duke?
- I am not accountable to you.

- But you are to the men who died.
- Be careful, Aramis.

You're in dangerous territory.

Not as dangerous as
Savoy was for your men.

I'm going to put this down
to a fit of temporary insanity.

Leave now and we'll
say no more about it.

How did our orders get
into the Duke's hands?

Who told him where we were camping? Why
did he think we were coming to attack him?

Get out!

Who killed those
Musketeers? And why?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Who have you been speaking to?

It doesn't matter. What
matters is the truth.

Leave... now

and I'll spare you
a court martial,

and that's giving you a
choice you don't deserve.

One last time. Will you
answer our questions?

No.

I will not.

Marsac is right. How much
more proof do we need?

Treville didn't admit anything.

He didn't need to. It
was written on his face.

The Captain is the
finest man I've ever met,

and when it comes down to it, I'd
rather be on his side than Marsac's.

You may be
content to do nothing.

I'm not.

You run and hide,
and I'll count to 20.

One.

(ECHOES) Two.

(PEACOCKS CRY OUTSIDE)

Three.

I didn't expect to enjoy so
much of your company in Paris.

(PEACOCKS CRY OUTSIDE)

I thought you would
favour the Cardinal over me.

There's a small matter to be resolved
before we conclude negotiations.

I suppose the Cardinal's
trying one of his famous tricks.

What a terrible man.

You can't trust him
at all, you know.

I have no such intention.

How devious you are. It's one
of the things I admire about you.

And?

What else do you admire?

No. Now you're fishing for it,
and I won't indulge your vanity.

LOUIS AMADEUS:
Mama, where are you?

Coming!

What if I decide to defy
France and side with Spain?

Whatever you decide, I
will support you until the end.

And I love you for it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Gontard, you are the
most inconvenient man.

Cluzet is here in Paris.

Are you sure?

GONTARD: The prisoner answers
his description in every respect.

Damn Richelieu.

Take a glass of wine
with me, Madame.

It's been a long time since I
had such attractive company.

Please don't pay me compliments,
Monsieur. I don't want them.

If I were d'Artagnan, I'm guessing
you'd be a lot more receptive.

Don't touch me.

Is one kiss too much to ask for, for
a man who's been alone for so long?

Touch her again
and I'll kill you.

My apologies.

I used to be a man of
honour, a Musketeer.

Now I... now I hardly
recognise myself.

Are you all right?

Are you sure?

I beg your forgiveness.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I've tied him up. He
won't bother you again.

CONSTANCE: It's just as well you
came when you did. I might have hurt him.

I'm sorry. I've brought you nothing
but trouble since I came here.

Well, it makes a change having
someone else try to kiss me.

I've never been so popular.

I just wish there was something
I could do to make amends.

There is one thing.

No-one in the world could
know, especially not my husband.

Of course.

What is it?

Teach me how to shoot.

- Shoot?
- Sword-fighting as well.

I've always liked
the look of that.

Why should men have all the fun?

Why do women have to
be dignified and ladylike?

Good question. I have no idea.

So, you'll do it?

(HE SIGHS)

- Yes.
- Ha!

(SHE CHORTLES)

- (BIRDSONG)
- RICHELIEU: What do they know?

That my orders fell into the Duke's
hands, that our men were betrayed.

- Can't you control your own men?
- They want to know the truth.

- It's a matter of honour.
- Honour?

There's no word in the language

more likely to cause
stupidity and inconvenience.

- You do realise what's at stake?
- Of course I realise.

- Then handle it.
- (METAL CLINKS)

(PEACOCK CRIES)

RICHELIEU: What is it?

Nothing.

RICHELIEU: I must go. The Duke has
demanded an urgent meeting with the King.

TREVILLE: Why?

I've no idea. Hopefully, he's
finally come to his senses.

You think you're
entitled to an explanation,

but this is not your concern.

You and the Cardinal,
as thick as thieves.

20 dead Musketeers.

That makes it my concern.

You think I won't
have you arrested,

that you're above the
normal laws of soldiering?

Did you betray your own
men to the Duke of Savoy?

You are meddling in
complex affairs of state.

It's a simple question.

Did you do it?

Yes.

This isn't over.

What will you do now?

Report Treville to the authorities.
He'll face a court martial.

With the Cardinal involved,
it won't even go to trial.

We have to act, Aramis!

Handle this ourselves.

I'm a soldier, not a vigilante.

If you want justice,
then this is the only way.

It's not my way.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

You're still a deserter. If they
catch you, they'll hang you.

Best thing for you to do is to
leave Paris as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, old friend.

But you said you wanted justice.

When Treville is dead...

you will have it.

(DOORS OPEN)

RICHELIEU: Such
urgency, Your Grace.

Are you finally ready
to sign the treaty?

There'll be no treaty, Cardinal.

Not now, not ever.

Might I enquire why not?

Because France is a
nation of liars and cheats.

RICHELIEU: I appreciate a
melodrama as much as the next man,

but an explanation
might help clarify things.

Five years ago, a troop of
Musketeers was sent to Savoy,

to depose the Duke and
put his infant son in his place.

By the grace of God,
that plan was thwarted.

But the same night, Cluzet,
Savoy's Chancellor, disappeared.

We now know he was abducted by French
agents, and is in prison here in Paris.

There is, of course, not a word
of truth in this absurd fabrication.

Would you make peace

with a nation that so outrageously meddles
in the affairs of an independent state?

Well, I suppose
not, if it were true.

We have irrefutable proof.

By all means, present it.

Oh, we can do better than that.

We can pay him a visit.

Does he expect you to follow?

I rather think he does.

(LOW CHATTER)

- Shouldn't you two be with the Duke?
- Our services are no longer required.

That's for sure. We need
to speak to the Captain.

I need a drink.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

I have no time for explanations.

There's an important prisoner
being held somewhere here in Paris.

- You mean Cluzet?
- You know him?

Not exactly, but we
know where to find him.

DUCHESS: The Duke is on
his way to find him right now.

For the sake of France,
he must not discover him.

Many lives are at
stake, including my own.

We can't stop the
Duke entering the prison.

Yeah, but... that doesn't
mean he has to find him inside.

GUARD: Stop there.

Order them to let me in.

JAILER: Oi!

- PORTHOS: Hurry up!
- All right!

Whoever is supplying you
with information is mistaken.

Stop now, before you
embarrass yourself.

- Ah...!
- Which way?

JAILER: Down here!

- Tell them to open the doors.
- If it will satisfy your curiosity.

- Get in there!
- Oh!

You traitor!

Aah!

I want nothing to do with it!

Not your average duchess, then?

Come here.

Sit down. Put this on.

(GRUNTS)

Cluzet! Cluzet!

Here.

Cluzet!

Open the door.

This is a waste of time.
It's absolutely pointless.

Do as he says.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(LOCK RATTLES)

(RATS SQUEAK)

Cluzet?

Are you the new
cook? I'm starving.

Who is this?

But his description...

I'm sure my
information was correct.

Clearly there's
been some mistake.

How awkward.

Paris has a number of
excellent places of correction,

if you'd like a
tour of them all.

No?

Then perhaps we can turn our
thoughts to more important matters.

There's still the issue of...

(CLEARS THROAT) of
the assassination attempt.

Alas, we live in
dangerous times.

But surely a lasting peace
between our countries

is the best answer
to violent threats.

You incompetent fool.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Nice look. Better with the hat.

(MUFFLED GRUNTS)

Shh. Good boy.

(SNORTS)

(GAS P5)

MARSAC: Treason has
to be paid for, Captain.

(PISTOL COCKS)

I always thought
you'd be back one day.

Was it money?

Were you paid by the Duke?

If you think that, you
know nothing about me.

I'm gonna blow you to hell.

But first... I want to know why.

- (PISTOL COCKS)
- Put your gun down, Marsac.

- (PISTOL COCKS)
- Whatever the Captain has done,

he will account for
it at a court martial.

TREVILLE: There
will be no court martial.

The King knows what happened.
I was acting on his instructions.

The King told you to betray us?

I was told to pass on
your position to the Duke.

Those were my orders,
and I obeyed them.

What reason can there be for
sanctioning the slaughter of your own men?

TREVXLLE: It was done to protect
the King's most important spy in Savoy.

The Duchess.

You sold us out to
save the Duchess?

Cluzet was a Spanish spy.

He began to suspect she
was passing us information.

We had to distract the Duke and
snatch Cluzet before he exposed her.

20 of our friends were murdered.

I was misled!

The Cardinal allowed the
Duke to believe your mission...

was an assassination attempt.

Put the guns down.

You heard him! You
heard what he said!

HE'S guilty!

And you heard his reasons, so...

put them down.

Ma rsac.

This has to end here, Aramis.

You know that.

I'm sorry, old friend.

Better to die a Musketeer...

than live like a dog.

RICHELIEU: I look forward to a new
age of peace and prosperity between us.

France and Savoy
belong together.

(KING CHUCKLES)

One thing you should know.

I love my husband.

Very much.

RICHELIEU: Young Louis
Amadeus is a fine boy.

He will soon make an
excellent ruler of Savoy.

Not yet, Cardinal. The Duke is
still a strong man in good health.

RICHELIEU: Accidents
happen, Your Majesty.

One must be prepared.

Don't snatch at the trigger.

Your arm's far too stiff.

- (SIGHS)
- I'll show you.

Here.

Right, straighten up your arm.

Keep your arm up,
elbow loose. Deep breath.

(SHE SIGHS)

Sight down the barrel.

Relax.

And fire.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Swords?

Hmm.

(THUNDER ROLLS)

Marsac's spirit died in that
forest in Savoy, five years ago.

Just took this long for
his body to catch up.

We're soldiers, Captain.

We follow our orders, no matter
where they lead, even to death.

(SHOUTING)

ARAMXS: Rest now, Marsac.

With your brothers.

AT H OS: Porthos was born and raised
here. — D'ARTAG NAN: Amongst thieves?

- Are you the king here now?
- King of sorts.

WOMAN: We should get
you out of those clothes.

Someone might mistake
you for a gentleman.

- You killed Catholics?
- Not specifically.

ATHOS: There are
three of us, Pastor.

Then you are outnumbered.
I have God on my side.

Forget about Porthos.
You left him to die.

- A man lies dead!
- It's not what it looks like.

- What if he's guilty?
- This is Porthos.

Take this man to the gallows!