All language subtitles for Tutti.Per.1.1.Per.Tutti.2020.AMZN.ita

(Director) Today...
we are here to say goodbye.

It has been a difficult year.

First at home, then at school,

then home again,
then back to school...

And little else unfortunately.

Now what ?

What can we do on vacation
to have fun ?

Reading books, for example.

But as I say this,
I hear your thoughts.

"But how, this tells us
to read books on vacation ?"

"Even on vacation ?"

"With all those words,
those endless pages."

"We are used to reading
from our cell phones,"

"short messages,"

"words cut off, truncated."

With those little fingers that open
and close images...

Here if you really...
If you just can't help yourself.

If you have to read short messages,
read poetry.

Poems can be short sometimes.

So I would like to say goodbye to you....

In the words of a great poet.

"Sing ! Dream !"

"Be free !"

Cyrano de Bergerac.
Happy summer to all !

And now we greet
one of your schoolmates,

That next year
we will no longer find with us...

- Geneva. Would you like to say a few words?
- Yes, thank you.

(Geneva) With you I have spent
four beautiful years.

When I was sad,
some people made me laugh.

When my dog died,
my Oyster,

There are those who stood by me,
even if it bit him.

If it were up to me,
I would not leave.

Not only from the school,
also from Italy.

But we are English,
that is, mom is English

And it was better before
because they were separated.

Instead, now unfortunately
they are back together.

And so.

mom says
that you have to go and live there.

E...

Then I...

I don't want to say goodbye....

But goodbye.

Thank you.

- (Teacher) Give me your hand.
- (Teacher 2) Let's go.

- (Teacher 2) Attention.
- (Child) Go slowly !

Stop...

I put on green apple shampoo.

Really ? Let me hear from you.

I told you it was delicious.

Wait-I'll give you back "The Three Musketeers."

I read it.

You were right, it is a beautiful book.

It is exciting
And D'Artagnan is cool.

- Whatever, it made me cry.
- Look.

Don't leave.

(in English) Geneva! Come on!

(in English) Hurry up! We are running late.

Thank you for everything, Antonio.

I would like to tell you so many things.

(There are so many things I would like to say to you, too).

(For example...)

(That your eyes shine
like the little lights on a pinball machine).

(And that when you smile,
you are a sight to behold).

(And then...)

(The green apple shampoo
I swiped it from my mother).

Uh !

(Girl) No, whatever !

- Give me a little bit. Come over here.
- Let's sit down for a moment.

- (Girl) Uh !
- (Girl 2) How did you do that ?

Give me some.

- (Girl 2) Man!
- (Girl) I have no words.

(ULULATE)

(Athos) Wake up, bamboos !
Still lullabies ?

At night they kill themselves with cranks
And in the morning they want their food ready !

Cadet, get up and walk !

(Porthos) Move!
Move ! On your feet !

(D'Artagnan, with a French accent).
Let's go ! Eh! Let's go !

Let's go ! Get up !

I give you three seconds to reach
the square, as you are !

- One, two and three ! Are you still here?
- (Porthos) So what! Come on!

- (Porthos) Move!
- (D'Artagnan) Get out !

Buffon.

He carries a sword.

Yes.

"Ever since the king was a child,"

"instead of milk
he was given wine,"

"for in the queen's bountiful bosom"

"there was no other juice
Than of raisins."

(LAUGHTER)
So !

In the academy of musketeer cadets.
is hiding a poet ?

The author of such verses
take a step forward.

So ?

Nobody, huh ?

(Athos) Who did it ?

No poet speaks.

Then let's do this.

Let's give everyone ten lashes
On the zebedee,

That would be the testicles.

Five lashes for "zabadeo."
I predict swelling, eh.

Cadet Ma-Ma-Maaarc...

Saain-Saint-Juste.

Nu-nu-number-of...

ma-matricule three-thirty-six.

It was the ro...

Rhododendron ?

No. It was the...

- Toad.
- Robin Hood ?

- The ro...
- Aha!

The red in the se-second row !

Did he do it ?

Bravo, Saint-Juste, bravo.

Spy.

Infamous !

In your hearts
One flag flies,

the cloak of the musketeers.

There is nothing else, neither family nor life.

Sorry, sorry... Come on.

Here... You are no longer nothing.

Buffon !

Sword.

Porthos.

Challenge him to a duel.

No, come on, Athos !
My back hurts !

- Come on, come on, come on !
- Come on what ?

You have the honor of crossing blades
with Porthos at dawn !

Which is then now.

Come on !

(Porthos) Come on !

- (together) Aah !
- Holy pu...

Back.

- Oh !
- Ah !

Aah !

(Cadets) Aah ! Oh !

- Ah !
- Oh !

Ah !

Aha! It's nice, huh?

Ah ! Oh !

Oh! Oh God!

Aah !

And there !

Attention !

I hope the lesson was enough for you.

You still have much "to" learn.

And never forget.

the most important quality
for a musketeer

Is the humiliation... Is "humility."

Humility ?

Humility.

(ANSWERS)

- Belle !
- Thank you.

Musketeers !

Majesty-the musketeers.

Or what's left.

Like what's left ?

Eh, look at them.

Musketeers--the rumors are running.

A little bird reported to me
Of your bad figure

this morning with the cadets.

Majesty.

Every once in a while you have to give a treat
to those kids, to stimulate them.

I don't sleep at night.

Seeing you here,
lined up in front of me,

Aged -- in three.

Musketeers,
after 35 years of honored service,

I decided to give you a triumph.

Maybe I should have done it earlier...

Excuse me... Majesty.

Before we were four
and now there are three of us left.

E...

A "truncated" only, but we are three....

- Excuse my ignorance, Your Majesty.
- What ?

The triumph is the parade granted
by the Roman Senate to victorious generals.

Ah ! Sorry,
I didn't know about this "trunk".

As you pass through villages,
through hamlets, through towns,

Everyone will run to see you,
to pay their respects to you

And everyone will sing your song.

- Do we have a song ?
- (together) No.

- What song, Your Majesty?
- Your song.

All heroes have a song.
The people write the songs for the heroes.

Your fa... The one that makes...

# Peppereppeppe, the musketeers

# Peppereppe. #

I don't remember the words well,
but it's a very beautiful song

And I've heard it so many times.

(D'ARTAGNAN LAUGHS)
Majesty...

With all due respect,
lies you don't know how to tell.

You have the "taste buds" talking.

How ?

The taste buds of the eyes speak
And you can't tell the lie.

I don't know ... what you mean.

Meanwhile, Your Majesty,
we "do not piss from the knee."

Uh ! But what refinement, Porthos !

- It is a colorful expression to say.
- I get it.

Okay.

Yes, I still need you,
I need you.

I will use you as a distraction.

As all the people come to greet you
And pay their respects and so on,

You are actually escorting
in great secrecy...

the little princess Guinevere

and her mother,
Enrichetta I of England,

on the border with the Netherlands.

Ssh !

It will be your last mission.

And because I see you like this ...

Like... old people...

Well, in short,
I grant you the privilege of refusal,

As per the regulations.

Forgive me, Your Majesty,
it is not vanity nor convenience...

- No, no.
- That they move us.

We are with you, as always.

With heart and soul.

Oh God.

He has some labyrinthitis, sorry.

My God! But have I also grown old
as well as they have?

I mean, a little bit.

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

- Who is it?
- (Anna) Enrichetta, open up, it's Anna.

Yes.

(Enrichetta) Anna...

- A visit at this time ?
- Yes, at this time. Well ?

And I drank.
This is not new.

- Sit down.
- No.

I needed it...

To tell you what I think
Of this marriage.

I'm listening to you,
you know you have my full appreciation.

I do not approve.

It makes me sick !

There, now I sit down.

Sorry.

If I may ask what's bothering you.

You won't believe it, but in these few years
I have become very fond of Geneva.

And I would like to see her happy.

- It is also my wish, yes.
- Yes, of course.

Using a daughter
for their own convenience...

As if you were
at the cow market !

Now we British
need alliances.

Rebels make an attempt on the throne,
the monarchy is in danger.

Yes, yes, of course,
the monarchy is in danger.

In the face of the reasons of history
one can sacrifice the life of a child.

Well, Enrichetta,
I wish you a good night.

Ah...

If you can,
dream of a better world.

Hats off, musketeers.

(Athos) This is the first mission
without Aramis.

Let me say a few words.

- Aramis, you were the smartest
of us. - Here.

You will go down in history
for your extraordinary inventions,

Like onion dressing...

But most importantly,
the chipboard mouth guard.

And then ... the little music you used to compose.

Ah...

(Athos) Extraordinary,

catchy, deep...

Like that time in Russia
You brought the Czarina to tears.

Unforgettable.

(together) # The Czarina

Whose ? Whose?

* Of the Romanovs

(THEY MAKE VOCALIZATIONS)

(SINGS IN SARDINIAN)

Musketeers !

(PORTHOS CLEARS HIS THROAT)

What the... What are you doing ?

- Nothing.
- Grown-up stuff. - What do you want ?

Guinevere! She and I are in love !

They want to marry her off
to a prince in Holland !

How dare you ?

To suddenly enter here,
interrupting something so sacred !

- And so Sardinian, too.
- Sacred and Sardinian.

Guinevere is the daughter of kings
and is destined to become queen.

But what do you demand ?
You are a servant !

Maybe just a servant !
You are also an orphan.

Come on, Buffon, you're wearing a jersey
With a number on it, nobody knows your name.

Yes, however, we gave him a name,
because he is our mascot.

Huh ?

But no !

No ... your name is Buffon
Because you make us laugh,

tell us the jokes, the little stories.

You are important.

You are important even so,
remember that.

At least take me with you !

Ué...

A musketeer does not cry.

A musketeer obeys orders.

When we return-you will be a cadet.

A little cadet, hmm ?

(CRIES)

And who are you ?

- I am Aramis.
- Aramis ?

But then is it true
that after death we become animals ?

Yes, sir, but I did not choose the wolf,
"mo they gave him."

He was the only one left free
along with a lizard from Sudan.

I don't understand you.

It is normal, that is dialect !
In the afterlife we speak only in dialect.

Ah... of course.

Your friends don't want to help me.

They do not know what love is.

How about you ?

"I will relieve you of sorrows
and mood swings,"

"from the obsessions of your obsessions."

"I will overcome the gravitational currents,"

"the space and the light
to keep you from growing old."

Of course you do talk funny.

(Chéri) The last recommendation:
the forest is full of rebels.

They call them the Wolves; they are the armed fringe
of the Court of Miracles.

They are rabid, hungry.

Legend has it
that none of them are buried,

Because hunger plays tricks on you.

They hate the monarchy
and all who follow it.

Now come
That I want to show you my joys.

Here they are.

Look at this, the "vice versa" gun.

Shoot the shooter !

Brilliant ! What is this ?

A retractable dagger with blood
mare's blood, for mock suicides.

Keep it, you may need it.

The sword "arms" !

This is as old as turmeric.

It's a classic, you put it on everything.

(Chéri) And these are my experiments !

Ah... I almost love him.

But unfortunately they went wrong.

But here is my "chef d'oeuvre" !

It took me a year to train her.

Now he knows all the roads, lanes,
climbs, descents, crevices

of all France !

Gone is the era
Of maps, now there is you.

In honor of St. Thomas,
Who does not believe unless he sees,

meet TomTom.

Stop !

But could I stop here ?

No, and so I drove her crazy.

How to go crazy ?

I buried her alive in Provence
In the tomb of Nostradamus,

fed catfish poop
and Marseille soap flakes.

Why ?

To make her reach
the boundaries of reason

And touch the high spheres of clairvoyance.

But to activate
this secret mode,

it is necessary to formulate a paradox
and there are more than a hundred of them in this book.

Now let me give you an example.

Let's take the one about the liar
which is a classic.

Everyone knows that...

"The Cretan says:
all Cretans lie."

Ahò...

She has been activated and is ready
for her to formulate a question.

- But what question ?
- About the future, no ?

TomTom, now that there are three left,

what will happen to
our well-loved musketeers ?

So no, though, sorry...

Ah ! No, not the fawn, come on.

The sea is close by.

The sun... darts across the sky.

The horses gallop side by side.

Suddenly... There.

- There! Yes there, there!
- Take off your hat.

Lying in the sun, Aramis !

In the eternal city,
Where everything ends and everything begins.

- But who is she ? A witch, a fairy ?
- Ssh ! Ssh ! Ssh !

- Whatever.
- You remember.

Porthos du Vallon de Bracieux
de Pierrefonds...

Whatever.

Actuated !

You may need this.

(Cadet, in French)
Arm yourselves ! Up swords !

- (Cadet) Greetings!
- (Cadets) Good luck !

- (Cadet) Greetings!
- (Cadets) Good luck !

They are three wafflers.
I don't know if I got it right.

Majesty-they may be three wafflers,

But they always returned home.

- The musketeers !
- D'Artagnan !

(together) # Papparappappa, the musketeers.

- Papparappappa, the musketeers.
- Good luck !

- So is that the song ?
- Come back soon !

I thought the queen was joking.

- But who wrote this text?
- D'Artagnan !

Why ? Don't you like it ? It is not bad.

- It is very diverse.
- Well, it is "recchiable."

It stays in your head, doesn't it ?

- (Woman) Good luck !
- Papparappappa, the musketeers.

- Hello, D'Artagnan !
- D'Artagnan !

- Long live D'Artagnan !
- Hurray!

- Hurray!
- Long live D'Artagnan !

(Women) D'Artagnan !

- A nobleman.
- Eh !

(Athos) What happened ?

(in a feeble voice) Hunger, thirst...

Hunger, thirst...

Hunger or thirst ?
Let's make a decision.

Everything.

Porthos, bring me some water.

D'Artagnan, get some provisions.

Can I take the water ?

- Provisions !
- Provisions. Without a doubt.

Young servant girl...

Where do we keep the provisions ?

How ?

Do you want me to believe
that we left without the provisions ?

Um... I don't know, "monsieur."
maybe in the big trunk.

Ssh !

Is this water coming or not ?

Ahò, we're not staying in an inn here, eh !

- Already it is so much that I found it.
- But it's dying !

What does that mean ?
I have to find the water...

- Oh my God!
- No!

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, dude. Sorry.

(in a faint voice)
The Court of Miracles.

The rebels, the guts...

- Huh ?
- Rebels.

Articulate better, you can't tell.

- What does your sister do?
- The janitor, you say ?

- Is the sister a janitor ?
- So she said.

Do you make him talk ?
Start again, slowly.

The guts...

The rebels, with their guts

Of the last pope...

- Yes.
- They will hang the last king.

It is a poem.

D'Artagnan !

(Enrichetta) D'Artagnan, come!

What happened ? What is happening ?

No, don't look, Your Majesty.

No, there is violence there, there is terror,
there is insurrection...

There is riddle.

There is the.

The pope... has a sister

who is a janitor.

E... says if he comes last,
they kill the king.

Ah !

But how dare you ?

(POPULAR MUSIC)

(together) # Papparappappa, the musketeers.

# Papparappappa, the musketeers

# Papparappappa, the musketeers.

(Champignon) The musketeers !

(Gypsy) D'Artagnan.

Musketeers...

What the fuck!
Once I get dressed up !

"Mousquetaire"...

# Papparappappa, the musketeers

# Papparappappa, the musketeers.

Welcome, musketeers.

Our sincere tributes.

You are our heroes,
who walk the Crown,

With France singing to you
And intoning to you.

# Tattaratatt

And it doesn't matter
If at court you live by plots,

If people are hungry,

If our life we play it by lot
Every day with death.

None of this matters,
if it is just a mere pretext.

Let misery be banished for today !

They pass them...
On the dunghill of our life.

Music !

(together) # Tattarattas, the musketeers.

# Tattarattas, the musketeers.

# Tattarattas, the musketeers.

* Tattarattas, the musketeers.

(Athos) So what? Come out !

(Athos) Come out of there now !

Look at him !
Look at this fucking brunette !

Do you know what it means to transgress
to an order of the musketeers ?

It is insubordination.
And do you know how to punish it ?

- (Athos) With the whip.
- On the zebedee ?

(D'Artagnan) Well, now...

The whip on the "zabadei"
To a child...

Whatever, you tell us what you want ?

I am here for you.

Because you are my heroes
And always have been !

Porthos...
you are the strongest man in the world.

Athos...

you are the leader of leaders.

And then you, D'Artagnan...

I in the orphanage ...
I used to play with wooden swords

And I was always D'Artagnan.

I was always you.

But then to me,
if you don't help me, who will help me ?

But helping to do what ?

(Porthos) We are on a mission
On behalf of the Crown.

That little girl is to be forgotten,
is that clear ?

Geneva is as if she were already married,
do you want to understand that ?

England has asked France
to take it to Holland,

so the lineage of the Orange

merges with that of the Stuarts.

So she becomes a stewardess, you know ?

But are you always like this ?

When is the last time
you fell in love ?

Ahò, but what are we talking about? Come on!

My pension is at stake,
I have 35 years of paid contributions, up !

Where do we leave it ?
Here it is full of woods.

No, like the woods ?
In the woods there are wolves.

The lions--the tigers, the Euphrates...

Yes, we are in Mesopotamia !
We are in France, D'Art.

There are villages, maybe he comes down
from a tree and crosses a village.

Yes, but it is full
of vicious animals out there.

Whatever, we get it.

At Beghelì's inn,
we have to pass there anyway. TomTom ?

How far is the inn in Beghelì ?

For Beghelì Inn, two days,

three hours, sixteen minutes
and six seconds... in step.

- At the trot, however...
- Yes, whatever, tell us all the gaits !

That's okay.

Partners, taking him with us is crazy.

(D'Artagnan) However...

One cannot "drown"
That the child had "guts."

Do you feel like "drowning it" ?

No.

Oh...

Oh God.

Oh my, oh my.

Ahò...

You almost scared me.

Thank you.

You are very kind, thank you.

- Slightly to the right.
- Yes.

- Slightly.
- Slightly, yes.

Here they are ! See, they are the same.

But.

Do you really eat them ? Eh.

I don't.

Tonight I feel a little embarrassed.

If it is not a problem for you.

- Go straight ahead.
- You think so, huh ?

Do you know what I do ?

Taste, eh ? Is it true ?

You are immediately happy.

- Eat flower.
- Eat flower.

Yum, yum, yum !

You really went out to dinner tonight !

"Killer," what a lot of stuff !

Yum, yum, yum !

(PORTHOS BABBLES)

(WHISTLE)

Ssh !

Who is it? What's going on ?

Ah !

Don't snore, old nurse !

- Come on, come on !
- Wait for me !

One... Is it a wolf ?

- Let's go away, I'm afraid, please.
- No, no, don't worry.

Aramis !

This is Geneva.

It's nice, yes,
but it's better to go away.

It does nothing to you.

- He talks, huh ?
- Does he talk ?

Yes, he told me
That after death we become animals.

- Really ?
- Yes.

Whatever, come on,
I'll explain it one more time.

- Let's follow him !
- Give me your hand.

Aramis, stay here.

What are you doing here ?

But-you are not dwarfs,
you are children.

What are you doing in the Court of Miracles ?

E...

We are in love,
we are running away.

- Yes.
- Come with me.

Come on, come with me !

My name is Champignon
and these are my brother friends.

Friends !

Brothers !

They are in love.

- Are you married?
- No.

And they are not even married !

(together) Uh !

Then we have to provide.

Come closer together, come on.

I have always dreamed of
a grand wedding.

- And we are the witnesses !
- But we need the rings.

Give me this ring,
you don't need it anyway.

Champignon, bring the sacred wine.

Musicians-atmosphere.

(MUSIC FROM "THE CURE"
BY FRANCO BATTIATO)

I imbue this ring in the sacred juice

that enhances the soul

And heals the mind.

Heroes of the heart, what do you call yourselves ?

- Buffon.
- No.

One, for me you are One.

And I am Geneva.

So ... you want you,

One and Geneva,

Join forever or as long as you like ?

And to hug you
at least twice a day ?

And to overcome together
the storm and the becalmed ?

In short, the ups and downs of life ?

(LAUGHTER)

(Gypsy) Now everybody shut up, it's their turn.

Heroes of the heart...

do you want all this ?

Yes.

One says, "Yes, I do."

Yes, I do.

I want it too.

Sorry, I only have one ring.

(together) Hooray!

Hooray! Hooray!

(ULULATES)

(HORN SOUND)

# Brigitte Bardot, Bardot

(Athos) And enough of 'these parties !

Queen.

Majesty, you are an early riser.

My daughter is missing.
Someone attacked the old nurse.

How is this possible ?
D'Artagnan and I were on guard duty !

I fell asleep for a moment,
but there was D'Artagnan, wasn't there ?

Yes, I saw him, too.
Yes, yes, he was there.

The life of Princess Guinevere
was entrusted to you !

My daughter has been kidnapped,
you clueless bunch !

The British Crown
In the hands of old men !

Your Majesty, I beg your pardon
on behalf of all of France,

whatever he said,
Because I didn't hear well.

But what time is it ?

What happened to your daughter ?
Has she shrunk ?

Kidnapped, abducted.

Kidnapped ?

By whom ?

We will "try it again," Your Majesty !

- We will find again.
- We will find you again, Your Majesty !

We musketeers of the king have never
"muddied" before anything !

- Never.
- No, just.

- Maybe once by accident.
- Aah !

(Athos) Help !

(Athos) Ah ! Ah ! Ah !

- (Porthos) Athos!
- (Athos) Oh !

- Wretches !
- (Porthos) Daje! Daje !

Miserable.

(Porthos) So.

- This can be good, get this.
- Go.

"If a bird flies
only when it is free,"

Will he not be a prisoner
of his own freedom ?"

It turned on. Then.

Pose the question,
pose the question !

Where are the children ?

It jammed.

Because it eats the flowers,
this is a slaughterhouse.

Maybe she didn't like
the "paraoxus" with the birds.

Try another animal.

"So much goes the cat out of the bag ...
Who has made her children blind."

"Lard."

The cat's in the pot, not out to sea !
The cat doesn't swim !

Not good,
this is a saying, not a paradox.

You have to ask her a question to the future.
She is a seer, not a psychic.

Then "the cat will go to the thief anyway..."
But the children still remain blind.

- D'Art !
- (Porthos) May I?

So, future.

Where will the children be ?

When ?

- Now.
- But "now" is present !

(Athos) The question
must be to the future.

Come here. So.

Listen well to me.

You have to ask her

Whether the musketeers will find the children again
and where.

- (Athos) Accurate !
- (Porthos) Okay.

I know, it is difficult.

Whether the musketeers will find the children again
and where.

In the future.

- (Athos) See ?
- Great !

- (Athos) See?
- (Porthos) Okay.

Long live the bride and groom ! Long live the bride and groom !

The three M's at CDM !

The three M's at CDM ! The three M's at CDM !

The three M's at CDM.

Dwarfs, cripples, poets, acrobats...

Yes, "tric trac and putipu" !
It doesn't work.

Three M's, let's focus.

- Three M.
- Three M.

It is a key, it is a code.

Three M's... What is "three M's" ?

The Minions !
No, those are more.

Three things that start with "M",
three M's...

Young groundhogs. No...

What else is there ?
The three musketeers, the three...

- (Together) The three musketeers !
- Ah ! "Nosotros" !

Dwarfs, cripples, poets.

- The three M's at CDM !
- CDM...

Dwarfs, dancers, three...

CDM, cripples, marriage...

CDM...

Court of Miracles.

- The Court of Miracles !
- That's the one, come on !

Take us to the Court of Miracles !

You were not so smart before,
Porthos.

- (Porthos) It happens now and then, D'Art.
- Come on !

Ah-ah !

This is the CGL-the ICFTU.

- Yes, the UIL.
- Ah.

CDM, ignorant !
Court of Miracles, CDM.

Let's go.

Aha! Mark place.

Store location.

(sotto voce) Ssh ! Easy, easy.

Hat.

(INAUDIBLE VOICE)

(Athos) You people have no idea
Where you have landed.

The Court of Miracles is the scum
of France; they are ruthless murderers.

Have you seen a cemetery around here ?

And do you know why ?

Because they are cannibals,
they eat corpses !

They have parties...
And they eat their guests !

Argh !

No... Pinocchio !

Cyrano de Bergerac !

"Puzz'ittà o' sang" !

But weren't you dead ?

(Cyrano) Strange...

I heard the same thing about you.

Musketeers...

Instead, only one died,
as far as I know.

And in that way, then.

To big nose, get out of the way,
you and the crib !

If not, it ends badly here.

Keep the baboon at bay,
or I'll blow everyone's head off.

Don't you see
that we are carrying children ?

Are you without honor, knight ?

Were you not also
in the service of the Crown ?

Youthful mistake, Athos.

Now.

I am a free man.

Not like you,
slaves to the uniform you wear.

Although I feel a deep hatred
toward all of you,

I came here only for them.

Who are these brats,

dressed as rags, but so important
as to bother the heroes of France ?

Puppies.

Who are you ?

Huh ?

(Buffon) I am...

Who ?

I am the son of D'Artagnan !

Ah !

And you.

beautiful child...

who are you ?

Me too.

Have you heard ?
You married two brothers.

Of course, the mother has to be different,
I mean, because...

(D'Artagnan) If they say.
they are my children...

they are-my children.

Minchia!
D'Artagnan got off his horse !

Let me give you some advice, Cyrano.

Who touches my family...

touches me.

D'Artagnan put his hand to the sword.

I've been hearing for years.

That the crossing of our blades
Would be the duel of the century.

And let's make him happy, this century !

People of the Court of Miracles...

If I die...

LET THEM PASS.

But if I win.

(D'Artagnan)
My last will, brothers...

Can you tell them that they don't eat me,
please ?

Children, come here, come on !

That's enough, clown. Go ahead.

(VERSE)

Aah !

(Cyrano) Aah !

You run away, huh ?

(Cyrano) Go ahead.

Zabadei !

Aah !

"Mortacci."

Freeze! Don't move.

No, no. Since I don't know
how far they go,

maybe the creature is hungry
and I wanted to give it two almonds.

Time out.

It is age.

It is a good move to die with.

I am ready.
Let them pass !

So Cyrano dies...

as a free man.

Here, to the chest. Come on !

I do not kill without hating.

Yes, but next time without tricks.

Minchia !

Sword arm.

Would you hold it for me ?

Be careful, it is sharp.

- "Me cojon."
- "Chapeau."

Every promise is a debt, Your Majesty.

France returns her daughter to her.

Thank you, D'Artagnan.

"Thank you, D'Artagnan."

Thank you, Athos.

The boss is me ! Tell him !

Mama mia,
when she makes the first "grandmother" ...

(Athos) Oh !

Eh ! Lift the obstacle,
must pass the caravan.

(in Sicilian) Easy,
that with 'this sciatica...

It's a matter of waiting
for the red arrow to pass.

What did he say ?

- Passing the red arrow.
- What did he say ?

Big arrow.

The red arrow !

A high-speed carriage.

You see it that "fuji, fuji, fuji."
is the future.

However, you can eat if you want.

Two fresh, fresh melons,
beautiful, sweet...

Try, try... Try the melon.

But how does this one speak ?
You can't understand anything.

"Fuji, fuji, fuji."

But Fuji is in Japan !

Get a bag, there is no one there.

Oh ! How is there no one here ?
Am I a sucker here ?

Ah, you have a double job.

"Beddu" of mine, these days ...

- So. - So...
- What do we have here ?

We have the melons...

- Yes.
- And melons.

Spot on.

- There are cantaloupes and melons.
- Yes. - What shall we have ?

- Meloni.
- But yes, come on, me too.

- Are you sure?
- (D'Artagnan) Yes.

Then give us some melons.

- Then a melon...
- Yes ?

- Two shields.
- Are you dumb ?

Why dumb ?
One melon, two shields.

"Me cojoni" !

- Eh...
- (Coachman) Yee-haw !

- It's coming.
- All right, we'll take two. - Okay.

I've heard about it.

This one does Paris-Roubaix
in half a day.

Shocking !

Hold this.

- How much do you want?
- One slice.

Oh !

You are right on time.
Who are you bringing ?

(Coachman) A woman.

Madame.

(COMPLAINTS)

- Isn't that the "bucket" of melons ?
- How disgusting !

Go !

Majesty !

Up, up, up !

But what are you doing here ?

I have come for you, I need to talk to you.

(Anna) I am embarrassed,
I don't know what to say.

I had assured Queen Enrichetta
your protection

and instead you had a little girl kidnapped
ten-year-old girl under your nose !

Labyrinthitis, Your Grace.
His head goes "out of bubble".

Bring him up !

Are you there ?

I didn't want to come to this,
but I am obliged.

Soldiers will come to your aid,
are the British Secret Service,

In the service of His Majesty.

They are young, trained.

You continue your triumph !

And they will guarantee the outcome
of this mission.

Are you happy ?

Don't you trust us anymore, Your Majesty ?

It's my fault, D'Artagnan.

It is not about trust...

It's just that the world changes too fast,
both for you and for me.

- Who are they ?
- I don't know.

What about these ?

(English) We are the queen's guard.

How ?

(English) We are the queen's guard.

- Is there anyone who speaks English ?
- I "nibble" something....

Me, me. What should I tell him ?

(Athos) Why are they dressed
as musketeers ?

- Why are you dressed as musketeers ?
- That's the same way.

Let me do the talking, I had a "liaison"
with a Creole female.

"Yo, bitch, why the fuck you're dressed up
like musketeers, you motherfuckers" ?

Huh ? What have you come to "stand out" ?

We no "moscettoni",
we "security service".

"Where is the queen ?"
Where is being queen ?

- Did he say "moscettoni" ?
- Yes.

He said "moscettoni." Aha !

No, no, good ! Porthos !

"Sitz, sitz" !

There must be a reason
for this masquerade.

The masquerade is my idea.

Dressed like this they will pass
for your escort.

They are the best agents
in the secret service of His Majesty

And they all have a license to kill.

001.

002.

003. Our pink quota.

004.

005.

006.

And our star.

From now on, they will be the ones giving
the orders about the security of the camp.

You, heroes of France,

You will only be distinguished guests.

Welcome, guys.

(English) Check the trunk.

(in English) - Over there.
- Open it.

(in English) Hey... the trunk.

Dah !

(English) Open the trunk.

"We have to inspect it."

No speck.

No, he says. open the dumpster
That he wants to inspect it.

Eh, no, private.

Just underwear.

(English) Open it.

"It's only underwear inside."

(English) Open it.

No, take out the gun,
or else you create an international incident.

Yeah France and England
aren't exactly...

Do you want to see the underpants ?
Why do you want to see the underpants ?

He wants to see the panties !
And we show them to him !

"Just a second,
we gonna show you our underwear."

(Porthos) Will there be underwear ?

- It's full of underwear in here.
- It's full of underwear.

Here they are.
What are these ?

- Tell them they are yours.
- What ? - Tell him they're yours.

"This is my panties as... fuseaux."

(in English) From now on,
remember that I am in charge.

(in English) Keep this in mind.

But go away to... Tie !

Musketeer. His Majesty
wishes to confer with you.

- Me ?
- Yes, you.

Guys, it's time to start dancing.

Behind that log.
And don't turn away.

- All right.
- Go.

- A nymph in the woods !
- Oh God, what a fright !

Athos, it is you.

But what is a beautiful maiden like you doing
Alone in the woods ?

- It is very "perilous."
- I'm waiting for Geneva.

(sotto voce) She secluded herself.

I did not understand...

Are you already horny ?

But what do you say, musketeer ?
The child has secluded herself.

Ah...

What is this scent ?

- Apple ?
- Yes, apple.

- Green.
- Green !

I squeeze it and then make
certain essences for the queen.

- Ah...
- But I test them on myself first.

Do you like it ?

Mmm, delicious !

'This perfume gets me drunk.

(Porthos) Oh, free! Free !

- Stay there!
- One! - Come on! Ssh!

How beautiful you are !

What a stench !

How can you resist in here ?

I do it for you.

That is, for us.

I don't know, I just do.

Mother says
that the Dutchman will meet us.

Well, what's the problem ?

I will kill the Dutchman.

And with what ? Hmm ?

At provolone shots ?

I would like you not to misunderstand
what I am about to tell you.

Last night I dreamed of a Celtic deity,
D'Artagnan.

- Ah...
- He ordered me to be owned.

From a hero.

I guess.

That I misunderstood, Your Majesty.

The hero... must wear
a wolf's head

And I a sheep's cloak.

And the cycle of nature
Will take its course.

But do you have all these things
or do I have to get them myself ?

Because it is late, it is dark outside....

Find the sheep, skin it,
the wolf's head and...

Right Chinese, maybe.

Open the trunk.

Oh, there they are.

Support.

Porthos ?

Well ?

(in English) Show us
Whether you are really the strongest.

You and all "your" friends will be there.

(in English) Yes.

(in English) Our boss
Would like to challenge you to arm wrestling.

- Do you understand ?
- Like no !

You eat better at home, of course !

But do you hear these ?
It says they have wine...

But go to work !
Go hoe the earth !

Here...

(in English) Come, underpants...
France vs. England.

What about the dicks ?

Iron arm? Huh ?

I'm sorry, I can't,
I haven't done this for 20 years.

- Porthos coward !
- I have a problem with my elbow.

- Porthos...
- Coward !

- "Are you a" coward ?
- "Are you afraid," Porthos ?

- "Are you scared ? Come on !"
- I just said I can't do that.

- I can't do it, it hurts me here.
- "You are a" coward, Porthos.

Coward, Porthos !

Come on, let's do this arm wrestle.
Let's keep the kids happy, come on.

Let's arm wrestle here, eh.

(Porthos) Take it easy, it will break.

But why does he always do 'this filth?

What is it ?

(English) To English.

No, no ! But do you eat nails ?
But didn't we eat the flowers ?

But they are heavy !

"Go !"

"Come on," Porthos !

(LAUGHTER)

Ouch, the elbow. "Li mortacci..."

Ouch, ouch...

Ah ! Oh !

What do you want to do ?

Ah !

Huh ?

Oh! Ouch! Li mortacci...

Daje, go to sleep
And take this pain in the ass away.

(Porthos) Look...

Come on ! Green light.

(HOWLING AND BLEATING)

Spare this frightened little sheep,
proud wolf !

(BELATI)

I am Piero the wolf !
(ULULATES)

Watch me kiss you.

Everything okay with the dentition ?

Doesn't it go off like a bullet ?

Old nurse !

What are you doing ?

It was a moment of weakness.

Oh !

Eh !

(Athos) # Beghelì

(D'Artagnan) # Beghelì

(Porthos) # Beghelì

I can't believe it !

The king's musketeers !

Or what's left of it.

I feel sorry for Aramis.

I never would have thought

That a hero could die
in that way,

In that way, then.

Oh ! And who are these ?

They are atypical musketeers, Beghelì !

D'Artagnan. tell your friend
To load me on the watermelon wagon.

We will leave again in two hours,
we will reach the border by evening.

As you command.

Can you tell me what is going on ?

Take us to the barn,
we need to talk to you.

(FARFUGLIA)

Huh ?

(FARFUGLIA)

- How ?
- I make the post.

Ah...

Follow up.

Ahò... Oh.

Listen to this.

"The cat... my name is the window."

Huh ?

Stay here and don't cry, Buffon.

Then ! Enough!

I don't want to stay here,
I want to go with you.

I want to be with Geneva !

He scares me, he is a monster !

It is useless for you to turn around,
even your hump scares me !

(Athos) Stop it!

How dare you ?

But do you know who is the man
you are insulting ?

But look at this !

His mouth still stinks of milk
And he complains !

Beghelì is a hero, like us.
In fact, more than us.

This man saved children
Your age from a safe shipwreck.

He put them on a raft

And to protect them he sacrificed himself.

Excuse him, Beghelì.

I can't even think
about this.

I stuck to that raft
I don't know how.

For two days.

Then those damn beasts
showed up.

Night.

They were going around me.

They were tiger sharks.

The biggest...

Will have been five or six meters.

A huge mouth.

It bit my face and eye....

sprang away.

I don't know who gave me the strength
to continue living.

I did it, though

And I saved the children.

In fact, from that moment on
everyone has been calling you...

the "child saver" Beghelì.

(in English) Look at that slut.

(in English) I like it, it teases me.

(English) Slut...

(in English) Relax...

(LAUGHTER)

(in English) Do you want to play?

(in English) Let's play.

(in English) If you don't come down
I will come up immediately.

(in English) Come on down.

(in English) Come on down.

That's my lady up there.

If someone else breaks her balls,
she ends up the same way.

Translate.

You're not leaving, are you ?

Do you know.

I, too, has been thirty years
That I love a queen.

It makes 30 years that at sunset...

I talk to her alone.

Sometimes I think I enlisted
just to be next to her.

Even though I was not a musketeer,

I would mingle in the crowd
just to watch her go by.

I used to give beatings, punches, etc.

To see it up close.

Mine is also an impossible love.

It is impossible because you have decided
That it is impossible.

I don't want to spend
all the sunsets of my life

Talking to a ghost.

I want to spend all the sunsets
Of my life -- with her.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

My place is there.

I will never speak to you again ! Never !

I will never speak to you again
All my life !

(ULULATES)

Oh ! Oh ! Who is it?

Oh !

(GUAITS)

Go away ! Go away !

Go away !

Stop there.

It seems to be just my fate.

Saving children.

Go, quickly !

Out there your friend is waiting for you. "Uuh !"

Go !

Aramis, come on, now go away !

Aramis, I need you alive !

How do I return to the Court of Miracles
by myself ?

I have died once before
As a musketeer.

In that way, then !

Imagine if I am afraid
of dying as a wolf !

Whatever, come on, wait for me here, please.

Puppy, stand up for yourself !

(WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE)

Uh-oh.

On behalf of England,

I officially request
Queen Anne of Austria,

To make a fair judgment,
but not lenient.

I consider what happened
a direct offense to our Crown,

which if not punished ... would cause
a major international incident.

Well done. Congratulations !

Do you know why you have become heroes ?

Because you have never reasoned
with your own head, but with mine.

You simply had to escort
a carriage to the borders of Holland.

And instead now, because of you,
I am forced to judge a child.

And I certainly cannot condemn him to death.

Well, this is my judgment.

Musketeers, I command you to bring back
that little ingrate from whence he came.

Escargot Orphanage.

And to abandon him forever...
to his fate.

(Friar) Come, be seated, knights.

Your cloaks give luster
To this miserable abode.

Sorry, there are some pets around,
but children like to play with them.

(COUGHS)
Come.

Come.

Children, look who's here.

Uno is back !

(SQUEAKING, COUGHING)

(COUGHS)

They may not remember him.
When he left, he was five years old.

Children, say hello to the famous musketeers !

Children, come on, say hello !

Welcome, musketeers !

(together, in a weak voice)
Welcome, musketeers !

Welcome, musketeers !

(Together) Welcome, musketeers !

- They are a little sleepy.
- I'm leaving, I'll wait for you outside.

(COUGHS)

Couldn't they be made to feel better
'these children ?

It would be nice, but King Louis
hasn't sent us money for more than a year.

It seems that all the resources of the kingdom
are concentrated on one construction.

Outside Paris, Versailles...

Where fountains will spit burgundy
And a thousand peacocks will inhabit the gardens.

Do you guys know anything about it ?

Thank you, knight !
You are an angel !

See that these coins
Are spent on the children.

Of course, in the name of the Lord.

Hello, Buffon.

(BABY CRYING)
(Friar) Enough.

In 35 years never had anyone given us
such a repugnant order. No one !

I don't talk anymore, I told him that.
And I'm telling you too, because in 35 years ...

no one had ever given me
such a "foul" order !

And now I don't talk anymore, I shut up !

I'm being quiet all the time !
You don't hear my voice anymore, understand ?

Ahò, but if you say it, shut up.

I am not keeping quiet now !

No, you don't have to shut up
saying, "I'll shut up" ! Shut up !

You, however, are provoking me !

Athos...

It is our last mission.

Let's not let them decide it,
let us decide it now.

Um. Sorry.

Sorry, this is the last time I will speak.

Um. "They" who are they ?

They, D'Art, the ones who have been
always ordered what to do.

Ah...

The kings, the queens, the cardinals.

We decide.

We have two possibilities.

A...

Let us make Buffon die in that hell
And do our duty as soldiers.

Two...

Let us make the musketeers die
And do our duty as men.

Pick up that cloak now.

Are you crazy ?
We took an oath !

In the oath, it did not say.

That one would leave a man cub
Where the baby rats fit,

otherwise I would have crossed my fingers
and I would have done "mirror reflection" !

Pick up those cloaks now !
This is desertion !

It is an order !

Your orders taste old, Athos.

Stops.

Resume capes or firing.

Bravo.

Bravo,
shoot your friends in the back !

- (Porthos) Nice career ending !
- Is that the "vice versa" gun ?

Shoot the shooter.

You shoot at us and you shoot at yourself.

Avant ! Avant !

Avant ! Avant !

Are they finished ? Did you get them all ?

- Everybody, everybody !
- Come on !

Easy, Eleven, make room for Four.
Come on, get out of the way!

No one can leave Escargot !
My children !

To bro ! Wait a minute.

No one can leave Escargot !

(Friar) Where are you going?
Where are you taking them?

TomTom, listen to 'this paradox.

"If the village barber shaves
only those who do not shave themselves,"

"who shaves the barber ?"

Ah, you got activated.
I didn't understand shit.

Look, the question is as follows.

What will happen to that friar if he doesn't stop
immediately to "break his balls" ?

Listen well to what she tells you, eh.
She's never wrong, she's a seer. Listen.

If this friar does not stop
immediately "busting his balls"....

him...

Will take your head,
he will turn it 150 degrees to you

And it will break your neck.

A horrible "crack" will be heard !

Then the rest we know...

You will squint your eyes
And you'll drop dead as a doornail.

(Porthos) Cool, eh ?

Now 150, 200...I don't know,
but still... you know ?

- Crac.
- (Porthos) Let's go have fun !

(Children) # Tattarattà, the musketeers.

# Papparappappa, the musketeers

# Tattarats, the musketeers.

(Children) # Tattarattà, the musketeers.

# Tattarats, the musketeers.

# Papparappappa, the musketeers.

(Athos) Ah ! Ah !

Ah !

Ah ! Eh !

"S'il vous please, senorita!"

"Avvert la queen
That Athos want parlé ... with the queen."

Still the same as before.

"What" ?

Like "what" ? It is school English.

"Je parlé con queen."

"Queen" is queen, "je" is je ...

"Parlé" is voice of the verb "parlé."

Athos...

Majesty.

The other musketeers deserted.

Here is the proof.
These are their capes.

- What about Uno ? Is he safe?
- Shut up!

Your Majesty, she is a child.

Musketeer,
kneeling before a queen.

I said, "On your knees !"

I'm sorry, Your Majesty,

But I don't know if I don't bend
Because I'm too old

Or if I no longer feel like
To kneel before anyone.

Take it.

- (Geneva) Please!
- Athos! Ah!

Hey ! Old nurse, what are you doing ?

Who are you with ?
Are you with me or against me ?

- I'm with you.
- Ah !

Ah !

- Athos!
- I even kissed her.

Ooh !

Destination reached.

Are you back already
from your honeymoon, baby ?

"Bonjour, madame."

No, the "spit" is not, though.

Ahe! Ahe!

Where to be your Great Leader ?

(NITRITES)

There are no leaders here.

And we are neither Indians
nor cannibals.

Our dead we bury them without crosses,
so they are free to go wherever they want.

Ours is a freedom that goes beyond.

And at least here, you are the scum.

Servants of the Crown.

Not anymore, Cyrano. Not anymore.

We are tired.
We are tired of everything.

Also of the Crown.

You want me to believe that you have become
musketeers of the people ?

(LAUGHTER)

The three musketeers no longer exist.

(in Sicilian) Get the horse.

D'Artagnan ! That move...

I thought about it day and night.
How did you do it ?

Forward on guard.

You can sleep soundly.

The legend of D'Artagnan...
no longer exists.

What are you doing, retiring ?

Gentlemen, we have given an answer
to this century at last.

D'Artagnan quits.

Cyrano de Bergerac wins the record
of first swordsman of France.

Applause. Thank you.

Which, after all, was already known,
because look at this D'Artagnan...

The hero who was and will be no more.

Unfortunately plagued by muscle problems,
by... joint arthrosis.

Swordsman's elbow,

the neck of the traitor,

The lordosis of the servant,

"jacomo jacomo" knees.

It is a wreck going down.

Gobble, gobble, gobble...

However, perhaps.

some secret moves...

I can still teach it to you.

Perhaps you might find it useful.

Maybe this move
Is a little less secretive, because ...

you can see the makeup

And it hurts ... a little bit.

- Ah !
- Ah ! Ah !

Ah ! La "sangre" ! Ah !

Lend me an ear.

That man cub...

Buffon.

Is very ... in love.

He is very much an orphan.

Queen "Label" of England
says that if she was there...

They would fillet it, like a yellowtail.

No order was ever so tremendous.

Cyrano.

Do us the courtesy,
keep the children and the girl here.

They can be useful for the circus as well,
they are all numbered...

We have a mission to fulfill.

Which one ?

The deserter one, my friend.

Oh, but let's come back, eh !
You have my word of honor.

And on the word of Porthos there is no question.

Then -- when we come back,
you may kill me,

D'Artagnan no longer exists anyway.

Porthos no longer exists either.
Is it true that you do not exist ?

No, especially Porthos no longer exists.

I threw away 35 years of contributions
in two days. Two !

(Porthos) Cyrano...

Do you accept or not ?

I don't want to rush you, but we should
get there before the Dutch, you know ?

Pam ! Pam !

Let's go get the future !

It is Athos !
I recognize him even at "capa sotta" !

(Porthos) But is he dead ?

- (D'Artagnan) How dead ?
- (Porthos) Apparently dead.

- Well, he always looks dead.
- But more so today.

Wait.

Find one thing.

(D'Artagnan) Try this.

Oh ! This one is.

Ah !

He is alive.

Can you show me the "choker" ?
Are you giving him a choker ?

But how do you always do
this thing ?

- What's up ?
- Eh...

- Huh ?
- I have a bit of a headache.

- How come ?
- One threw a stone at my forehead.

"And the peppa !" Slowly, eh !

Easy, easy !

False lean.

- Gosh, what a "brew" !
- Eh !

Slowly, slowly, go down.

I have a plan.

Here, we don't care.

Is Aramis dead ?

"Annamo bene" !

In that way there...

D'Art, we have to split up.

Athos, you who are the worst off,
you have to be the bait.

While D'Art and I release Geneva.
Are you up for it ?

- Can it be done tomorrow ?
- No, not tomorrow.

Then if it is urgent...

You have to be very careful about doing
live "fishing," it is dangerous.

(Porthos) Come on.

Daje !

It is all in your hands.

I do it for Aramis.

(ATHOS SPEAKS
IN LUCANIAN DIALECT)

(SHOT)

(Athos) Oh !
You didn't even scratch me !

- (Soldier) Go, go !
- (Soldier 2) Let's go away !

I want to learn
the "gyratory" technique.

How do you...

You do that one.

(Athos) "Viva la France" !

Ah ! Ah !

- Did you see that ?
- Did you hear "trac" ?

- No -- I mean slowly.
- No, no.

- Slowly I heard something...
- No, I didn't hear it.

Still not bad, though, come on.

Ah ! Ah...

He did "tra-trac" right.

(Athos) Wait! Don't shoot.

Let me make my last wish.

If the time has come,
I want to kill myself on my own.

Ah !

This dagger is unforgiving.

Ah !

Ah ! Nothing...

We French people of Basilicata
are die-hard !

Ah...

Tell everyone.

(SHOOTING)

(crying) Before we were four...

With swords and horses.

Then there were three of us left...

To defend "us roosters."

There are two of us left.

(SHOOTING)

You are "aroused."

Permission ?

Porthos !

- Your Majesty, you should come with me.
- Why ?

It's over, Your Majesty.
We have won.

- (Porthos) Come on !
- What do you think you are doing ?

Nothing, Your Majesty.

Give me the child,
hand me the leash.

(Watch out! Porthos !

- Porthos !
- No, it is nothing.

But who...

Mortacci tua !

(in English) Go away.
The border is half a mile away.

- (Ginevra) Porthos!
- (Enrichetta) Come!

You can't make it with me,
"midget."

I know 16 languages,
I studied at Oxford and have two degrees.

One in natural philosophy
and one in logic.

Me cojoni !

Go !

It is my honor to kill you, Porthos.

Aah !

Aah !

"In my heart ... awaits you ..."

Minchia, it's true, it hurts.

Where is the child ?

Ahò... I've been busy.

(in Sicilian) They went up the "cavaddu"
and went for "da banna."

"Cavaddu"... "Da banna"...

D'Artagnan,
they went toward Holland.

Ah ! The Basque Country !

Ah ! The zabadei !

Come out, Your Majesty !

Don't move, D'Artagnan.

My advice to you, Your Majesty...

Gently lay
the gun on the ground.

What do you want to do with the dagger ?

I am quicker to throw the dagger at you
Than you to pull the trigger, Your Majesty.

You have not understood.

If I don't reach the border
With my daughter,

All the things you have believed in,
the homeland, the Crown...

They will no longer make sense
in the hands of the Republicans !

Where did you get that gun ?

Why ?

- Did you hear what I said ?
- Yes, yes, that's why.

He has the "vice versa" gun.

The gun supplied
to the king's musketeers.

It is a trick, shooting backwards.

What ?

Shoot the shooter... Majesty.

- Give it to me.
- Don't come any closer, D'Artagnan !

Watch me actually shoot you.

If you shoot me, you die.

Please, D'Artagnan...

No !

No...

Ah, no, that's normal.

Shoot straight.

(POPULAR MUSIC)

(EXPLOSION)

(Man) Get down !

(EXCITED SHOUTING)

(Man) Help !

(Get out !

(MUSIC FROM "THE CURE"
BY FRANCO BATTIATO)

Let's go drink, eh !

I brought them the cannons.

I have them, eh...

Do you guys have cannons ? No.

A gesture of my hand is enough....

And pam ! Pam, pam, pam, pam !

All dead !

Old people, children, midgets, hookers
and all the workers.

Pam !

Ouch !

I am the queen.

But what do I need this for,
if nobody listens to me anymore ?

Your Majesty, we are now three renegades.

Oh... Yes...

You are traitors.

Tra-di-to-ri !

We have lost faith, Your Majesty.

That...

It is either on the table or on your head,
it makes no difference to us.

(D'Artagnan) Majesty, he is inside.

There is no more gathering....
peppereppeppe...

There is no more flag raising....

There is no more peppereppeppe
Of the musketeers...

I don't...

I said well, didn't I ?

Kill !
He made a summary of our life.

- Thank you, D'Art.
- You're welcome.

I am the queen of France, or am I not ?

Did I bring the cannons, or not ?
Shall we drink a little more, or not ?

So, turn Geneva over to me.

And I will set you free
to live in this dunghill.

You like the dunghill and I will leave you there.

To you and all that gang
Of wimps,

filthy, fetid, republicans, eh !

What if we say no ?

"What if we say no ?"

It's all over, guys.

It is all over.

Ah... I'll take this one.

Studded with diamonds, right ?
You never know !

Majesty.

Majesty.

Um.

I know that inside your heart,
you are ... wonderful,

even without a crown.

You have been the queen of here
Of many years...

And now you can be the woman.

This one came out well for you, D'Artagnan.

And the peppa ! Ah !

Uh !

Athos, do you think he will shoot ?

You can rest assured, look.

She will never give the order,
I "know" her too well, look....

- But what do you know about it ?
- But I do, I do.

Trust me, I know her, I "know her."

(Anna) Come on, call me back.

It is an order.

He who shoots once, shoots forever.

But she was in a different phase of her life,
she was a bit confused...

He's not going to shoot, guys.

You can put your ring on it.
If I tell you it doesn't shoot, it doesn't shoot !

(EXPLOSION)

(EXCITED SHOUTING)

(Porthos) Ah! Li mortacci tua!

(Geneva) No! I'm coming with you, enough !

Whatever you want,
but don't kill them, please !

Please let them live.

I'll go with you.

Well done, child.
You did the right thing.

The most beautiful loves
Are the impossible ones.

Geneva! Come back here! Guinevere!

Geneva! Come back here!

Geneva !

Hey !

- Enough, enough!
- Geneva!

Enough, enough !

Do you understand that he is doing it for you ?

For all these people.

What are all these stories, Buffon ?

The world is shit,
it's time for you to know that.

If you survive the war,
the plague comes.

Survive the plague,
the plague returns and so does the war.

Come on ! This sucks!
All these dreams in the trunk! That's enough!

Cadet, hey...

Don't make the mistake I made.

Queens cannot choose
with their hearts.

I'm telling you like a dad, Buffon.

You are not my daddy !

And my name is not Buffon !
If anything, Uno !

But then... not even One...

This is a whole different story.

- So what is the name of the little boy ?
- I don't know.

- Huh?
- I don't know !

I didn't come here
to take a walk !

But what do I care
about the way of the world !

I used to believe that when one was a hero,
if he died, he was not afraid !

But instead you,

you guys shit yourselves
at the first cannonball !

Another try ? No, huh ?
You couldn't do it, could you ?

And then if you died, you would die
all the same... the Republican way !

The child is right.

To be free men...

you have to go all the way.

(SONG: "THE CURE"
BY FRANCO BATTIATO)

Musketeers !

Let's go get Geneva back.

# I will protect you
From the fears of hypochondrias

# From the disturbances
That from today you will meet on your way #

(in French) Arm yourselves !

# From the injustices
And from the deceptions of your time

(in French) Ready ! Aim !

# From the failures that by your nature
you would normally attract

# I will relieve you of your pains
And from your mood swings

# From the obsessions of your obsessions

# I will overcome the gravitational currents

# The space and the light
To keep you from growing old #

No, so no !

# And you will heal from all diseases

# Because you are a special being

# And I, I will take care of you.

(BELL TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

Let's go.

Come on, stop.

(I am still in time).

(SONG: "THE CURE"
BY FRANCO BATTIATO)

# I will bring you
especially silence and patience

# We will walk together
the paths that lead to the essence

# The scents of love
Will intoxicate our bodies

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

All for one, one for all.
All for one, one for all.

What should we do ?

- Where is Geneva ?
- She's in the pulmi...

He's inside that thing there.

Ah... And how do you open this pulmi....

This thing here ?

Let's break through it, come on.
(CLACSON)

Aargh ! Aargh !
(CLACSON)

- (Porthos) Eh! Oh!
- But who are you?

Don't you recognize me?
"Anvedi" who's there !

(Mother of Geneva) Uh !

Princess !

- Guinevere! Guinevere!
- "I am sorry."

- (Mother) "Don't touch me" !
- (D'Artagnan) "I am so sorry."

"Don't touch me" ! Aah !

"My apologies, my queen."

(D'Artagnan) And now...

where do we go ?

I don't know.
As long as we are together.

Ah !

But who were they ?

Guinevere! Guinevere!

(Porthos) Eh! Eh !

I can't tell you
whether they all lived happily ever after.

I just know that imagination sometimes,
is hard to die, "uagliò" !