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Let's sing of Paris in the spring.

Tra-la-la, the birds in bloom and flowers on the wing.

Tra-la-la, do I believe their songs from sea come sound.

Tra-la-la, I'll tell you when I see Paris.

Voila. Oh, voila, voila, voila, voila, voila, there are girls in old Paris.

Voila, voila, voila, voila, voila, and the wine is flowing free.

So hola, hola, hola, hola, get along, my sweet cherries.

Good morrow, my friends. Good morrow.

Grandfather, pull the cart aside so the gentleman can pass.

Don't bother, mademoiselle. My horse and I have traveled far. It will do us no

harm to rest.

Can you tell me which road leads to Paris? This one over here.

Oh, to be sure.

Do either of you go my way?

We are going to market to sell our hay if we have any left.

Surely you do not grudge my poor horse a mouthful of hay, mademoiselle.

A mouthful would take more than a cartful to fill those ribs.

Poor Cherie.

Cherie is a noble animal. She was a great charger in her day. She's carried

me all the way from Gascony.

Gascony. Oh, it's a long journey, eh?

You go to Paris now? I go to join the king's musketeers. A musketeer? Why not?

My father was the bravest of all the king's musketeers. I am the finest

swordsman in Gascony.

They do not breed my kind in Paris. You wait.

I shall go far.

You shall hear rumors of my fame. The name of D'Artagnan shall be known

throughout the realm of France.

Clear the road.

Get that mangy bundle of bones into the ditch.

On guard! No painted poppin' J is going to call my horse a bundle of bones. If

anyone takes it an inch from the Lord, it'll be you.

You wicked rascal.

I'll teach you to mind your manners.

Now, my fine gentlemen, you are in such haste. Be on your way.

My poor horse thanks you for your hospitality.

Mademoiselle, if you should ever have need of my sword, it is at your service.

A musketeer indeed.

I told you, my friend.

What are you doing here?

Why did you start to draw?

I mistook you for a gentleman whom I am soon to have the pleasure of killing.

Look at this.

Sir, the tilt of your mustachios offends my taste. Please correct this at once or

give me satisfaction this evening in the tavern coq d'or in the Rupigal, signed D

'Artagnan. I'll spit this insolent fellow like a bullet. Just a moment, my

friend. I've come here to kill this upstart myself.

You too?

Read this.

Sir, when walking on the public thoroughfare, you strut and posture like

a peacock.

Please abandon this habit or give me satisfaction at the tavern coke door

this evening.

Signed, D'Artagnan. The young puppy, I'll cut him into cat's meat. Where is

this brute, D'Artagnan?

Portus. Aramis.

Why are you here? For the same reason as you.

So calm yourself, my friend.

We'll kill this man before you have a chance at it. I protest.

My right to kill him is paramount to any insult you may receive. Oh, no.

Sir, the ostentation of your hat is altogether too effeminate to be endured.

Discard it at once or give me satisfaction.

With this doctor, you must be either a madman or a fool. Or a little of both.

Whether he be knave or idiot matters not to me.

My sword will cure him of all his faults. Well, who is this fellow? I know

him not.

He's a young cadet, only today recruited into the Musketeers. Doubtless trying to

get himself a quick reputation as a firebrand.

He'll get himself a quick coffin before I'm finished with it. Yeah, well, this

fellow's beneath our notice. Let us drink while we wait. A good idea.

Landlord! Mayor's wine!

The best of the House of Horrocks!

We pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck all day long As o'er this park we stoop We

pluck, pluck, pluck and sing a song as we make chicken soup.

With a pluck, pluck here and a pluck, pluck there. Here a pluck, there a

pluck, nearly everywhere a pluck.

Oh my, some plucking I'll say.

Soup, soup, soup, soup, we dream of soup every night.

with some salt and some greens we are making chicken soup with some corn and

some rice with some peas and some spice we are making

Shall we dismember them limb from limb and broil their haunches for our supper?

Very well, we'll spray you this time, but fill every tankard in the house with

your best wine.

This promises to be

rare sport.

We'll make those scullions drink until the wine spurts out.

Hello!

Here's to King Louis I.

To Louis I.

To Louis II.

Louis II.

To Louis the Second!

To Louis the Third!

To Louis the Thirteenth!

Oh, well.

A good thing there is no more Louies.

Well, to bed with them.

There may yet be a Louie the 14th.

What a life of these, a musketeer lives.

Aye, would that I were one.

Would that you were a musketeer? With those spint legs and... Bony shoulders?

Say, how do I look?

Ah, you look fine.

All the same, we better get these clothes clean before those ruffians plot

us full of holes.

Aye, a plague upon the plague.

Your Eminence, His Majesty the King.

Your Majesty.

I trust the hunting was good today, sir?

Bad.

Very bad.

But I did not come here to discuss my ill luck at the chase.

I'm vexed with you, Monsieur le Carlinard.

How have I been so unfortunate as to displease Your Majesty?

I protest.

against your charge that my musketeers violate the edict against duelling, that

they provoke fights with your guards, and that it was they who were

responsible for that disgraceful brawl last night at the Luxembourg.

But my statement was based on secure evidence, sir.

The brawlers were musketeers.

They were in uniform.

I have reliable information that they were a party of your guardsmen dressed

as musketeers.

Does Your Majesty suggest that the gentlemen of my guard... Exactly.

Whoever has brought this charge, I assure Your Majesty, it is not true.

However, I will investigate.

I shall see to it that no such misunderstanding shall occur in the

future.

That will not be necessary, Your Eminence. I have seen to it myself.

I have issued this edict.

Even now, it has been posted all over Paris.

What have you there?

I must post these notices all about the city. By order of the king.

To the king!

To the... To the king.

From this day, any person discovered garbed in the uniform of the king's

musketeers without due authority shall be subject to the penalty of death.

You mean there are actually persons going around impersonating the

musketeers? If you see any such scoundrels, bring them to the provost at

once. They shall die.

Well, why, we'll tear them apart. We'll cut them to ribbons.

We'll mow them down.

Just a moment, sir.

Won't you have a spot of Moselle 1570?

I don't mind if I do.

To the king.

To the king.

Yes, sir, to the king.

Policeman.

You ladies are partners.

Yes, we want to get into something more comfortable.

This morning as I enter Paris, you chose to laugh at my horse. You received my

challenges, otherwise you wouldn't be here. I demand satisfaction.

We never saw you before in all our lives.

I recognize the hat you're wearing. There's not another hat like it in all

Paris.

I'm sure you're mistaken. He's very short. Right now, I'm the tallest midget

in the world.

I see now that I was mistaken.

A thousand pardons. Don't mention it, sir. My name is D'Artagnan.

And what's yours?

Whiskey and soda.

Hold up! Hold up!

Musketeers fighting?

And the edicts, what of them?

Bah! Edicts or no edicts. When would a soldier interfere in an affair of honor

among gentlemen?

Oh, Monsieur, it's seldom that the Cardinal's guards are privileged to

arrest four of his magic's musketeers. But we were in dueling.

Tell that to the provost.

next time we'll call it

Why are you trembling, my friend? I am the one who should tremble. Yes, why do

you tremble?

What do you want?

I regret that I must place you under arrest.

For what?

Don't pretend.

You know that with Paris so crowded, the law requires you to register every

vacant room in your house. There are no vacant rooms here.

We'll see. It'll go hard with you if you're lying.

What does the registrar's report say?

Oh, the registrar's... Oh, the registrar's report.

Yes, the registrar's report says that the second-floor bedroom is empty.

The second floor belongs to my ward lady, Constance.

She's a lady-in-waiting to the queen. Aha!

Then she lives at the palace. Your own words convict you. You've grossly

violated the law. To the Bastille with her! To the Bastille! No, no, gentlemen,

please. I will do anything.

What is the price? And remember, the law deals severely with anyone who charges

excessive rents. Oh, I won't charge any rent at all, my lord. Not a sou.

This way, gentlemen.

Follow me.

Oh, well, I guess we'd better be getting home.

Yes, I was up late last night with the Dutchess. Well, why not spend the night

here? You three can have the bed and I'll take the sofa.

No, we've got to get back to the tavern. The tavern? Yes, sir. We've got to get

back and carry these uniforms.

Well, what's wrong with the uniforms?

Well, you see, he means they need pressing and the boots cleaned.

Uniform regulations. You understand.

Oh, I see. You mean inspection by the company commander. Yes, yes.

Well, good night, gentlemen.

Good night. We'll meet again.

Not if we can help it. Anyhow, not in these uniforms.

What are you doing? Getting rid of these clothes before they catch us and hang

us. You can't take them off here. Come on, back to the tavern. I can feel the

noose around my neck right now. Don't worry, no nooses. Good noose.

Don't be frightened.

Who are you? I am d'Artagnan, in his majesty's service, and now at yours,

madame. What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same question.

This is my apartment.

Oh, then you are Lady Constance, lady-in-waiting to the queen.

Who I am does not concern you.

Since it is obvious you expect someone, and believe me, madame, I envy him, I

shall take my leave.

No, no, you stay here. I'll go. Please, madame.

Permit me to go.

I am the intruder.

As you will, then, but make haste.

Madame, I am a crude Gascon.

I know nothing of fine words.

But you are of such beauty and grace that I never hope to see its like.

Go now, go quickly.

As you wish, Madame.

In the name of heaven, my lord, believe while there's yet time.

Who is this man?

I don't know. I found him here in my room.

Is this a trick?

There is but one way to deal with spies.

Mrs. Grace, the Duke of Buckingham.

How dare the enemy of France masquerade as a musketeer? En garde, whoever you

are!

My lord,

who is this man?

I am Dr. Nyon, Your Majesty, of the King's Musketeers.

My sword is at your service.

Monsieur, we need your prudence more.

What does this mean? The Duke of Buckingham is an enemy of France. He

must be arrested at once. No, no, I beg of you. No one must know he's here.

Why is the Queen with our greatest enemy?

Her Majesty had no choice.

Buckingham came secretly from London and insisted on seeing her.

For the peace of France, she fears to offend him.

D'Artagnan, I beg for your silence.

I am Her Majesty's servant, and yours.

Tonight, my friend, we do not belong to ourselves, but to our Queen.

You've blundered upon a dangerous secret.

You must keep it sacred as your life.

This is madness.

You must leave Paris this very night.

The cardinal spies are everywhere, and they will kill you if they find you.

If you should die in France because of your love of me, nothing could console

me. If you loved me, I could leave life happily.

I've never told you that I love you.

No, but you have never told me that you do not.

Everything separates us. The depths of the sea, the enmity of kingdoms.

The sanctity of vows.

It is sacrilege to even talk of love.

Go, I implore you.

Go from me.

Give up all thought of me.

We must never see each other again.

I shall go.

But first, may I beg some pledge of your indulgence?

Some object that you have worn, that I may wear too, so that I shall not look

upon this night as only a dream.

Humor, Lord.

Take this in remembrance of things that can never be.

Surely you realize the seriousness of the charge you've just made against Her

Majesty?

If it were to prove false, you would pay with your head for high treason.

Oh, I wouldn't dare to deceive Your Eminence.

Every word I've told you is true. Before heaven, I swear it.

I believe you. You haven't the head for conspiracy.

Return to your home. Keep your ears and eyes open and your lips sealed.

Thank you, Your Eminence.

Yes, Your Eminence. I understand, Your Eminence.

Thank you, Your Eminence.

I knew that someone close to the throne was conspiring with England, but I

didn't dream it might be the Queen.

The truth is obvious to Rochefort.

The Queen and Buckingham are plotting a war, a war between England and France.

And our loyal Queen is allied with her brother, the King of Spain, to bring

about the downfall of France.

As a pledge, she has given him the brooch.

Your Eminence must advise the King at once.

No, no, no.

We must move cautiously where the welfare of France is concerned.

You see, the King has two ears, one for the Queen... And one for me.

So I must have proof.

The jewel.

The jewel, Her Majesty's emerald brooch.

A gift from the people of France, found on Buckingham's person.

Now, get that brooch.

Spread a net round my lord Buckingham. He must not leave Paris.

Sound the curfew.

Mount extra guards. Let no man pass the gates of Paris... Your Eminence...

You're wasting time, de Rochefort.

The gun.

Yes, Your Eminence.

Musketeer, you have earned eternal rights to my gratitude.

I shall never forget.

You are too kind, Your Majesty.

It would be a privilege to die for such a queen.

God grant that may never be necessary.

Good night, and thank you.

How can I see you again?

Please, Her Majesty is waiting. Name the place and hour. I implore you.

I won't need you any more tonight, Constance.

Shall we walk in the garden?

Her Majesty has almost commanded it.

The Queen's approval makes you very sure of yourself.

We Gascons are always sure of ourselves.

When we fight, we fight with all our strength.

And when we love, we love with every fiber of our being.

And that is how I love you.

Come, Monsieur.

You speak too quickly of love.

You've known me only a few hours. No.

I've known you as long as I've lived.

I close my eyes and I see you as I dreamed of you when I was a lad.

I open them again and I see you here a hundred times more beautiful.

That's a very pretty speech.

Who wrote it?

Shakespeare.

No, you know better than to woo a maid with borrowed phrases.

How should I ever believe your words?

I'm a man without tact.

Very matter-of-fact.

I never try doing a love song.

No one's heard of me singing.

It's absurd of me singing.

Birdies all do it, but they're used to it.

Every dove has his dove song.

So if I sing to you Here is the best I

can do I'd love to sing a song to you, my lady

To woo you as the poets do my lady

a tender word a pretty rhyme a well-turned phrase

and i would have a song sublime to sing your praise

and if my song could make you say you love me

then

Tra la la, sing a song to a beauty so rare Tra la la, sing a song to her lips

and her hair Tra la la, I believe that I've got something there So sweet,

so fair And if my song could make you say

When shall I see you again? Tomorrow, perhaps.

How? I'll find your send to you. Good night, my Gasco.

And if my song could make you say you love me

Then heaven would be bright above me

With words and music straight from my heart

My song would tell my love for you, my lady.

They're still watching the inn. What are we going to do? Let's get out of here.

You can't do that here. Must I forget the nude, Lord?

Lord, nay. I'm not gonna wear this garb another moment.

I'm ambushed.

and cover my pants it's fun for all and it's two for five and it's big we're

king's musketeers so beware

Count de Rochefort, you sent for me?

I fear that Buckingham has escaped from Paris despite our vigilance.

In that case, we'll try to take the first available boat from Calais.

We want you to go to Calais immediately.

Watch and take passage on the same boat.

You will obtain, by what means you can, the emerald brooch which Buckingham is

carrying on his person.

I quite understand.

That should be possible for you.

But there's no time to be lost. Away with you, and remember...

Don't come back without that brooch.

I shall not fail.

Who is it? It's me.

Constance.

We've been betrayed.

The Cardinal knows of the Queen's meeting with Buckingham. He's even been

told that she gave him the brooch. But that's not possible. Only the four of us

knew. Niveau, my guardian.

He must have seen and heard everything that took place in this room last night.

You can settle with him later.

Now we must think of the queen.

What can be done? What can I do?

Follow Buckingham to London.

Bring back the queen's brooch.

Richelieu has asked the king to have her wear it at the cardinal's ball. And the

queen shall wear it. I have three friends, musketeers. Start fellas and

brave fighters. They will gladly give up their lives for the queen. They will go

with me.

Isn't that wonderful? He's got three musketeers who'll protect the queen?

He means us.

Give this letter to the Duke of Buckingham. It will explain everything.

Assure Her Majesty that I shall do my utmost.

May God protect you.

Musketeers, come on!

Gentlemen, you have heard what we must do.

We're going to serve perhaps to die for the Queen.

Die? Yes, to die for the Queen is to die gloriously.

Dying? That's pretty plain to live. And it'll last a long time. Think of it,

gentlemen. To be, of all the Musketeers, the fourth selected to die for the

Queen. This is indeed our lucky day.

Gentlemen,

we must not tarry. On to Calais!

On to Calais!

We're always going to Calais!

You're all fast, sir?

Good. Tell the prosecution we go ashore. Aye, sir.

Here we are, monsieur.

Fairies for the French, monsieur.

Thank you, monsieur. Do we should not take it out here, monsieur? Yes.

You can't look here.

Whose idea was this?

I'm sorry.

Four Musketeers traveling together would arouse suspicion.

The Cardinal's spies are everywhere. They're for the trunk.

Yeah, the trunk.

Your friend is in trouble.

You better help him out.

Wait a minute. Get that hook.

Take it easy. You'll hurt him.

Battalion. Where are they?

Where are they? Easy.

I'll fight them all. Easy.

Easy, my brave comrade. We're safe in Calais and soon we'll be sailing for

England. You men wait here while I go over and question the captain of that

channel boat yonder. Channel boat.

Channel boat. That's where they are.

That's the Chattel Bull!

I'll kill him!

They backed me up right in the wall!

And I gave it to them!

Come here.

Thank you, Captain.

This just came by pigeon post, milady.

Have accommodations been made for me at the tavern? Yes, milady.

This note is most urgent. Have my coach waiting. I leave for Paris as soon as

I've dined. Yes, my lady.

When do you sail back to England, Captain? On the next tide.

But I'm forbidden to take passengers without a special passport from the

Cardinal. Or to land them either.

I was just handed the order.

But that lady who just left your ship... She must be a very great lady.

She carries papers both from France and from England. We should give her entry

anywhere. I think you'll find my papers as impressive.

I left them in my luggage at the inn.

I'll present them to you before you sail.

Very well, sir.

Come in.

A silver dolphin service, madame. Something to stay your appetite.

Serve it over there.

What's the meaning of this?

Pull up a chair and dive in. I shall report you three knaves to the landlord.

Four of them. Four of them.

Why not have a drink? Have two drinks. Have three. You're paying for it. Don't

touch me or I'll scream.

She'll scream if we touch her.

Is that the loudest you can scream?

Excellent,

excellent, my friend. Now go ahead, jump.

Run, run, run!

Away! Be gone, you jackals, or I'll crack your head!

I'll teach you to insult a lady!

I'm at your service, madame.

You're a very brave man, and I thank you for what you've done. It is I who should

be grateful to be of service to one so lovely.

But no doubt you wish to rest.

I shall not intrude longer. Oh, no, no, no, no. Please stay, monsieur. Those

ruffians may return.

Won't you share my small meal with me?

I should be honored.

Ah, horses.

Say, now's the chance to get away from that musketeer before he'll get us all

killed. What else puts us back in the trunk?

Canst ride a horse?

Canst.

Come on.

And what adventure brings a king's musketeer to Calais?

I'm on leave from my company.

And I wanted to see London.

When do you sail?

I'm afraid I won't be allowed to sail at all. There's been a new order.

No one can embark without a special passport from the Cardinal. I have a

special passport from the Cardinal.

Perhaps I may lend it to you.

Madame, it's too kind. Oh, not at all.

You've served me at risk of your life.

But this passport, isn't it made out for a woman? No. It merely says to pass

bearer and to make sure you'll get safely back from London.

I'll lend you this one too.

Signed by the Duke of Buckingham.

Oh, I don't know how I can ever repay you.

I, uh... I think this may not be our last meeting.

I humbly implore that it will not be.

When you return to Paris, you'll come to see me.

Whom shall I expect?

Oh, my name?

D'Artagnan.

D'Artagnan.

And your name?

Lady de Winter.

Oh, the ship's bells.

A warning to sail.

I must go.

I shall count the moments until I see you again.

I thought you only hurried because of duty or maybe love.

Madame does me too much honor.

What?

Where did you get that?

Why do you ask?

Why, it was so magnificent.

The workmanship is so extraordinary.

Where did it come from?

It was a gift.

From the Duke of Buckingham? Why do you say that?

Your passport is from Buckingham.

What an impetuous man you are. You've only known me half an hour and already

you're taking the airs of a jealous lover.

Well, does that offend, milady?

No. That is all I care to hear you say.

I shan't need your passports.

I'm going to escort you back to Paris.

I thought you said you wanted to see London.

Since I have met you, milady, I've lost my appetite for London.

Besides, a woman should not be traveling alone with such a...

Valuable jewel.

It would be dangerous.

It would appear that you're more concerned with this jewel than with

myself. Oh, no.

It is your safety that concerns me, milady.

Then let us go. My coach is waiting.

D'Artagnan, you know you're really very handsome.

Milady, I know not what the angels in heaven are like.

But when they come down to Earth, they must surely be as you are now.

That's Shakespeare, isn't it?

This gentleman will escort me to Paris.

My lady, one of the wheels is loose.

Have it fixed immediately.

There must be no delay.

Yes, my lady.

My lord, please give Vera the emerald brooch.

My life depends on it.

Anne.

What a pity.

If I'd had this letter in London, the Duke of Buckingham's valet might still

be living.

I suppose you plan to kill me too?

Oh, no.

You're much too attractive to kill. Of course, unless it's strictly necessary.

You know, I could almost envy your Constance, even in her present

adversity.

Adversity?

Has something happened to Constance?

Oh, no. But in case something might happen to her, His Eminence has had her

put away.

Put away?

Yeah, she's in his chateau at Amber's.

We'll pause there on our way to Paris.

But I fear that you won't be allowed to see her.

We've made temporary repairs, milady.

There's an inn a few leagues ahead, and we can stop there and have the wheel

properly mended. All right, but hurry, hurry. Yes, milady.

Welcome, gentlemen.

What will you have?

Three pillows and some liniment.

Pillows? Won't you care for food and drink?

Yes, we'll have food too, but serve it up here.

Will milady care to rest at the tavern while we fix the wheel? No.

But place our guest over here beside me.

The lady from Calais.

Do you see what I see?

D'Artagnan, hands and feet all tied up like a magistrate.

Well, here we go again.

They'll hang us yet.

It's a job for a blacksmith.

The innkeeper will know where there is one.

My friend.

We stay here for a while, and may I suggest that you make no effort to

attract attention?

There's no one here.

Are you growing impatient?

Oh, not at all.

I find your company most charming.

It's those madmen again.

My comrades, I knew you wouldn't fail me.

Oh, I know you don't.

Get that purse. The brooch is in it.

I'll have you hanged and quartered for this.

Now, my lady, where's that letter you filched from me?

Take it if you dare.

What are we going to do?

Maybe if we got some pepper, it made her sneeze.

How would it be if we sort of closed our eyes and gave out, you know... No, no, I

know what you're thinking about, but that's not the proper solution. After

all, we're musketeers and gentlemen.

Nevertheless, I must have that letter.

Well, we'll get it for you.

All right, but remember the code. You'll do nothing undignified.

Don't worry your head about that.

Watch the horses.

I will, my lovely boy!

with love for you meet me in the summer house in midnight it's the wrong note

try it again wonderful

you my lips still tingle with your kisses meet me under the apple tree

she's a walking post office i know but try it again

At ease, my lady.

Let's go.

Here it is.

Oh, that's great.

I'm sure you're all gentlemen, so I won't ask you how you got it.

Now, on to Paris.

But first we stop at the Cardinal Chateau at Ambers.

Each one get yourselves a horse. Well, grab yourself a horse.

Not again.

A tender word, a pretty rhyme, a well

-turned phrase And I would have a song sublime

to sing

To woo you as the poets do, my lady.

A tender word, a pretty rhyme, a well-turned phrase.

And I would have a song sublime to sing your praise.

And if my song could make you say you love me.

Then heaven would be bright above me.

With words and music straight from my

heart.

My song would tell my love.

Who are these ragged songbirds?

A troop of minstrels, Captain.

Oh, we were just going. Just a minute.

We may wish entertainment tonight.

Come with me.

Make ready the Cardinal's carriage.

His eminence will leave for Paris as soon as Lady de Winter arrives.

Luck is with us.

Constance is somewhere in this castle and I'll find her. Make such a din the

guards will hear nothing of what I do.

Are we making enough noise? Keep it up and louder.

I can't go any further.

Remember, it's for the queen. The queen.

Well...

Inform Count Rochefort. Lady de Winter is here and wishes to speak with him

immediately.

Yes, my lady.

What delayed you? The Cardinal's furious.

I got here as soon as I could. Never mind. Give me the brooch. I'll take it

to him.

I haven't got it. I was robbed.

What?

Why, there they are.

Whoa! Stop them.

Arrest those men.

Change

the

horses. Immediately.

None of these men have the brooch, Monsieur Count.

Where's the other one?

Was there a fourth? There was, but he disappeared.

Oh, you fool!

He's gone to rescue Lady Constance. Find him and we'll find the brooch. Close the

gates. Let no one out of here.

Hold those men. The rest of you follow me.

Search the upper floors.

Report to His Eminence claiming the brooch is safe within these walls.

Betray the Cardinal's servant.

Hear you? What are you doing with the Cardinal's token? Halt!

Or you die where you stand.

Now you do and speak exactly as I tell you.

If you make one false move, it'll be your last.

Yes, sir. We're taking the Cardinal's coach.

The coach is waiting.

Have the three prisoners placed in the coach. Yes. Your eminence.

I go to Paris with his eminence and milady.

Open the gates!

Tell the mounted escort and the footman to wait here.

They will follow later with Count de Rochefort.

Yes!

Have you found him? Not yet, your eminence. If I shall, we're searching

each room systematically.

Your eminence?

What is it? What has happened?

Speak up, man.

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

I have.

Just this minute, I thought I put his eminence in his coach with milady. They

left for Paris.

You fool! I'll have you! Keep quiet.

Keep quiet.

We're too late. They've obviously escaped us.

To horse! After them!

I quote!

Oh, your Remnants, we're sorry we did it. Oh, your Remnants, it wasn't our

fault. Oh, your Remnants, it was D'Artagnan.

Look, it's our friend D'Artagnan.

I knew it all the time.

The horses are running away. The driver jumped.

What?

They haven't caught us yet. What are you going to do?

Have you no word of Constance?

None, Your Majesty.

Our messengers have searched everywhere.

Perhaps that is she.

I regret to delay, Your Majesty, but... It's been no inconvenience, my dear.

There is no hurry.

Well, you look pale. You are not ill.

No, I am not ill, sire.

Yet I am not well.

I wish this ball might go on without my presence.

Well, my dear, that's hardly possible. You see, the cardinal will be offended

if you don't at least make an appearance of this ball.

You needn't remain long, you know.

As your majesty wishes.

Well, shall we say in half an hour?

Oh, yes.

You won't forget to wear the emerald brooch, please.

Well.

Well, green is hardly appropriate with this costume.

Yes, I know. I quite agree with you, but you forget that the brooch is a gift of

the people of France, and by some whim, the Cardinal is making quite a point

having you wear it tonight.

Cardinal and his whims.

Yes, yes, I quite agree with you. You'd better wear it, my dear. It's so much

simpler, eh?

In half an hour, then.

Any news?

No, Your Eminence, we haven't got them yet.

But have no fear.

Not even a mouse could get into the parish tonight.

Last night, the mice made a fool of you.

Once I can forgive, twice would be unpardonable.

It will not happen again, Your Eminence.

I have a score of my own men at each gate.

Not one foot of the city wall is left unguarded.

I'm not concerned with methods, only results.

The Emerald brooch must not be returned tonight.

It will not be returned, Your Eminence.

I'll stake my life on that.

Count Rochefort says no one shall pass the gate tonight.

Not even the Pope of Rome. And no one shall pass.

Arms.

Arms for the poor.

Gentlemen, help an old man who's feeble and hungry.

Get away, old fellow.

No one is permitted near the palace tonight.

Be gone.

But look, gentlemen, I haven't eaten.

Nothing has passed these porch lifts for days.

Be gone, I tell you.

Ah, gentlemen!

Count to Rochefort.

You've done some merry chase, but now it's over.

I'll take that brooch, Lady Constance. You wish the brooch?

Then come and take it.

Watch the girl.

I wish the pleasure of killing this upstart myself.

You should leave such talk to us gascons, monsieur.

We can match our boasts with our deeds.

En garde!

Your sword, monsieur.

Ready, my dear?

In a moment, sire.

Celeste, my fan.

Take this brooch to the queen, hurry.

Do you still feel ill?

No. No, it's nothing.

I'm all right now.

Madame.

Beg pardon, sir.

I notice Her Majesty has forgotten to wear her emerald brooch. Shall I send a

lady in waiting for it?

Her Majesty should wear it tonight of all nights, lest the people should think

the gift is spurned.

Madame.

What a beautiful jewel, Your Majesty.

It is most becoming.

You should never part with it.