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We are not accustomed to
waiting.

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

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?

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.

What do I hear?

Why are they firing the guns?

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

What Duke?

Savoy?

Is...is it Savoy?

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.

Cardinal Richelieu.

I've seen healthier-looking corpses.

You spend too much
time at your desk.

Well, I assure you
I'm quite robust.

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

Get the King to safety!

Get into formation, now!

Wait there! Don't move!

Straight up!

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

Marsac?

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.

Put your weapon on the ground.

We were friends, Aramis.

Now.

Aramis, please listen to me.

Aah!

Thank you.

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

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.

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(!)
- 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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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 artist in, er, 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?

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.

That's why we're not letting
you loose.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

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!

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, Marsac.

Your friends made a pretty picture
with their throats slit.

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.

Marsac! Marsac!

He's dead.

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.

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.

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

Total solitude.

Unlimited time to reflect.

I almost envy you.

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.

Don't go there.

Not if you enjoy breathing.

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.

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?

Ooh.

Ooh.

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?
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.

Hm.

Hey! Aramis!

You want some dinner?

No, thanks.

Serge? You remember Marsac?

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.

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.

He who draws blood first
is the winner.

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

Athos!

Athos!

Agh!

Shall we say nine o'clock
in the morning?

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.

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...

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.

Your prisoner...

describe him.

Around 50.

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.

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?
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?

Oi.

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?

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.

Two.

Three.

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

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.

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.

Gontard,
you are the most inconvenient man.

Cluzet is here in Paris.

Are you sure?

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.

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.

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?

Yes. Ha!

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.

What is it?

Nothing.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Stop there.

Order them to let me in.

Oi!

Hurry up! All right!

Whoever is supplying you
with information is mistaken.

Stop now, before you embarrass
yourself.

Ah...! Which way?

Down here!

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

Get in there! Oh!

You traitor!

Agh!

I want nothing to do with it!

Not your average duchess, then?

Come here.

Sit down. Put this on.

Cluzet! Cluzet!

Here.

Cluzet!

Open the door.

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

Do as he says.

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...

..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.

Nice look. Better with the hat.

Shh. Good boy.

Treason has to be
paid for, Captain.

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 going to blow you to hell.

But first...I want to know why.

Put your gun down, Marsac.

Whatever the Captain has done,

he will account for it at a court
martial.

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?

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.

Marsac.

This has to end here, Aramis.

You know that.

I'm sorry, old friend.

Better to die a Musketeer...

than live like a dog.

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

France and Savoy belong together.

One thing you should know.

I love my husband.

Very much.

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.

Accidents happen, Your Majesty.

One must be prepared.

Don't snatch at the trigger.

Your arm's far too stiff.

I'll show you.

Here.

Right, straighten up your arm.

Keep your arm up, elbow loose.
Deep breath.

Sight down the barrel.

Relax.

And fire.

Swords?

Hm.

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.

Rest now, Marsac.

With your brothers.

Porthos was born and raised here.
Amongst thieves?

Are you the king here now?
King of sorts.

We should get you
out of those clothes.

Someone might mistake you
for a gentleman.

You killed Catholics?
Not specifically.

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!