All language subtitles for The MUSKETEERS - S01 E05 - The Homecoming (720p - BluRay)

(COCKEREL CROWS)

(BIRDSONG)

(DOG BARKS)

(CHEERING)

Wait, wait.

(LOW CHATTER)

(CROWD CHEERS)

Don't worry. He's made
this shot a hundred times.

He's drunk.

ATHOS: He's never made it sober.

(PISTOL COCKS)

MEN: Five, four,
three, two, One!

(CHEERING)

Ha-ha-ha!

(LOW CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

How about we try it blindfold?

(PANTS)

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

(GROAN5)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Take him!

Musketeers.

Always good for a
little street theatre.

(PANTS) It's not
what it looks like.

No?

So, what is it, then? Hmm?

- [(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) _ Hey]

- [(MUSIC CONTINUES) _ Hey]

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh-hey!

Oh-hey!

- (KEYS JINGLE)
- (LOW CHATTER)

(MAN SCREAMS)

You must remember something.

The dead man. Do
you know who he was?

- Where you... met him?
- ATHOS: You didn't kill him.

Is there anything you need?

- (MAN SCREAMS)
- A decent lawyer.

There's been a
misunderstanding. We'll clear it up.

And you never know. We-we...
we might get lucky with the judge.

I think it's quite clear
what happened here.

Your Honour, if I
might say something?

We'll come to you,
Captain Treville.

(MURMURING)

Well.

What do you have
to say for yourself?

(MURMURING)

It was my birthday.

The party was over,
so I took a walk.

(MUTTERS)

Ah.

- And what did you do on this "walk"?
- I, um...

admired the beauty and the
serenity of Paris after dark.

(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

(SLURS) What brings
your sort to this part of town?

I grew up around here.

It's my birthday.

Many happy returns!

How old are you?

No idea.

I don't know when I was born.

This is just the day I
picked when I was a kid.

One day is as good
as another to celebrate.

(CHUCKLES)

Get this fine lady a drink.

RIDGE: What happened next?

I don't exactly recall.

I must have fallen asleep.

To wake alongside a dead
man with a bullet in his head?

Yes.

And you claim to have no
idea how that happened?

Porthos du Vallon is a
man of fine reputation,

a good soldier and a Musketeer
of many years' standing.

JUDGE: Du Vallon?

Another of these fellows
who adopts a noble name

so he can play the gentleman?

I know many born gentlemen who
could not hold a candle to Porthos.

Let me tell you something
that life has taught me, Captain!

You can dress your
dog in a fine suit...

- Oh...
- but once a mongrel,

- always a mongrel.
- (MURMURING)

A man lies dead, murdered!

An example must be made!

Porthos du Vallon...

I find you guilty and
sentence you to death.

- (GASPING)
- Sentence to be carried out immediately.

This is irregular, sir! I will
lodge an appeal with the King.

That is your right, Captain.
Take this man to the gallows.

(PORTHOS GROANS)

Delay them.

Strap him to the cart!

(PISTOL SHOTS OUTSIDE)

Get off!

Athos.

D'ARTAGNAN: Porthos!

MAN: Musketeers! Go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

ATHOS: The mark of a criminal.

I know where they're heading.

(LOW CHATTER)

(HORSES SNORT)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(KNOCKING AND HAMMERING)

- Why are they doing that?
- It's a warning.

Do nothing, unless
you're attacked.

- So, where are we?
- The Court of Miracles.

ARAMIS: This is too
dangerous. We should turn back.

What about Porthos?

ARAMIS: He'll be safe for now.

He has friends here.

LOUIS: How do you propose
to build a shining new city

if we leave the filthiest
part of Paris untouched?

Sire, the Court of Miracles is a
miniature kingdom of professional thieves,

highway robbers,
whores and beggars.

I know what the Court
of Miracles is, Cardinal.

All the more
reason to get rid of it.

The inhabitants of the
Court are violent and feral.

Persuading them to join the
march of progress is no easy task.

They remain strongly
attached to their depravity.

Then they must
be taught otherwise.

The Court should be one of the
first districts cleared for rebuilding.

The matter is in
hand, Your Majesty.

I'm glad to hear it.

A modern capital city
for a modern France.

It will be my legacy
to a grateful nation.

TREVILLE: Your Majesty!

Ah, Treville.

One of my Musketeers is...

Mistook a man's head
for a melon and shot it off.

It is the talk of Paris.

Surely there are safer forms
of target practice, Captain!

The facts of the case
are as yet unclear.

Your Majesty, I'm here to
plead for a stay of execution

until such time as I
can prove his innocence.

I know Porthos.
He did not do this.

What do you think, Cardinal?

About this whole
melancholy business!

RICHELIEU: I think you should
grant the stay, Your Majesty,

until such time as this murderer can
be retrieved from the Court of Miracles

where he has fled
to escape justice.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Porthos was an orphan,
born and raised here.

Amongst thieves?

- He never said a word.
- Little touchy about it.

So, why do they call it
the Court of Miracles?

Because entering it...

- opens the eyes of blind men...
- (BLADE RINGS)

And gives more cripples the use
of their legs than our Lord ever did.

(DOG BARKS NEARBY)

Buy an instrument. You
have the hands of a musician.

I'm going in to find him.

Look, Porthos was drunk.

I'm sure it was an accident,
but... what if he's guilty?

This is Porthos.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

ATHOS: Go to the Wren.
See what you can find out.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

(GASPS AND GRUNTS)

Charon.

Do that again,
I'll break your leg.

It's been a while, huh?

Are you not glad to be back?

Yeah, of course.

- Why?
- Cos we are still friends.

Though you forgot
about us a long time ago.

I didn't forget.

(GRUNTS)

You really don't remember
whether you killed that man?

No more idea than you.

- You seem disappointed.
- I have a reputation to think of.

People here believe I just
saved the life of a murderer.

Maybe you did.

Are you the king here now?

(SNORTS)

A king of sorts.

(SLURS) Is it raining
Musketeers outside?

I'm guessing you
saw my friend here.

Yes.

Tall, better-looking than you.

There's no accounting for
taste. Did you talk to him?

He bought me a drink.

He was a gentleman.

And did you notice
anything unusual?

There was an argument
involving a young man.

Did you know this young man?

Never seen him before.

He didn't look the
type to drink here.

Now I look properly, I can
see you're the handsome one.

(GOAT BLEATS)

Where's the blood?

I saw a man take a musket
ball in a street fight once. Pff!

Contents of his skull painted
a pretty picture all around.

And yet there's not a drop
of blood... or a shard of bone.

He wasn't shot here.

Perhaps we should pay a
call on the victim himself.

See what he has to say about it.

Here we wash the cadavers
and remove the internal organs.

After the body has been salted and
stuffed with straw to prevent bad odours,

it will be put on display
until somebody identifies it.

Not necessary in this case.

Nuremberg egg. Portable
timekeeping. Expensive.

Jean de Mauvoisin,
a son of the nobility.

A tragedy indeed.

- Put the key down. It's evidence.
- ARAMIS: One question.

- The victim was shot in the head, right?
- Yes.

- Why carve him up?
- This is science.

We can learn a great
deal from a fresh cadaver.

ARAMIS: Oh, I see.

- The pistol was close.
- Conjecture.

Based on extensive
experience on the battlefield.

Hardly a clinical observation.

Well, killing is not an exact science,
Monsieur, but a messy business.

And, as soldiers,
it is our business.

The killer was no more than a
foot away when the shot was fired.

This was no accident.

It was murder.

(LOW CHATTER)

MAN: That's for sure.

MAN 2: Yeah, well, I want to see
the money, that's what I want to do...

Flea! Is that you?

All these years,
never one letter.

How do you know I
learned to write? Hmm?

(HE CHUCKLES)

You two are together now.

Ah, it makes sense.

(CLEARS THROAT AND
SNIFFS) I'm happy for you.

CHARON: You had
your chance, Porthos.

If you wanted Flea, you
should have taken her with you.

You think I didn't try?

(CHUCKLES)

Rest now. Tomorrow
we'll get you out of here.

Every minute you stay
increases the risk to us all.

MAN: Charon.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- I'll be back.

We've got a visitor.

You forgot about us.

I didn't fit here.

We should get you
out of those clothes.

Someone might mistake you for
a gentleman and slit your throat.

And watch where
you lay your eyes.

(CHATTER)

(PISTOL COCKS)

I'm looking for Porthos.

- He's safe.
- Then take me to him.

He doesn't want to see you.

Give him a message. Tell him
his friends will clear his name.

You left him to die. We
saved him. His real friends.

Friends who'd murder each
other for the sake of a coin.

Escort him out of here.

- (GRUNTS)
- And forget about Porthos.

He's with us now.

The de Mauvoisins were once
amongst the great families of France.

They've fallen on
hard times of late.

But Emile de Mauvoisin is
still in the King's inner circle.

What was his son doing

- drinking in a place like the Wren?
- (FOOTSTEPS)

No trace of Porthos, but
I ran into a friend of his.

He thinks that we left him to
hang, that we abandoned him.

Porthos fought harder than
any of us to become a Musketeer.

He wouldn't give
us up that lightly.

Start by making a call
on Monsieur de Mauvoisin.

Find out what kind of
company his son kept.

(BIRDSONG)

I can see from your faces
this is serious business.

Do you come on
behalf of the King?

ATHOS: Our duty is of
a more personal nature.

Then speak, please.

My son.

My God, what has he done?

- It's not what he's done, sir.
- He's injured?

Dead.

- How?
- ARAMIS: He was shot.

A Musketeer stands accused of
his murder. We believe him innocent.

Can you think of any reason
why someone would kill your son?

Any grudge or argument?

Jeanie...

was a man of conscience
and honour, he had no enemies.

May we see your son's rooms?

He did not live... here.

He...

took lodgings on Rue
Calbert a few months ago.

ATHOS: If you think of
anything at all, please let us know.

That boy.

What if I did kill him? � If
I killed someone, I'd know.

Either way, we have
to get you out of Paris.

It's that or you hang.

(SIGHS) You know I'm grateful.

But maybe I should stay
here in Paris, clear my name.

FLEA: The risk is too
great, for you and us.

Unless you don't care
about this place any more?

(SNORTS) You always
did whatever Flea told you.

FLEA: Except when
I begged him to stay.

All rig ht.

I'll go.

Thank you.

I've ordered the
celebration for tomorrow.

The people here need a
distraction from their misery.

It's the perfect cover for you
to slip away, get out of France.

- (BIRDSONG)
- (LOW CHATTER)

Bit down-market
for a de Mauvoisin.

The family's bankrupt, been
living off borrowed money for years.

D'ARTAGNAN: Huh.

No.

(PISTOL COCKS)

- You could always try knocking.
- That's true.

(DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)

(HORSE WHINNIES OUTSIDE)

- (FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
- (PISTOL COCKS)

(GROAN5)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Whoever he was, he was
keen to cover his tracks.

Most of this is burned
beyond recognition.

A page from a Protestant hymnal.

What would a Catholic like
de Mauvoisin want with that?

Never mind about that. What would
he want with 6,000lbs of gunpowder?

Bought from a mill outside the city
three weeks ago. It carries his signature.

Sermons And Prayers
by Pastor Ferrand.

- Who's that?
- A well-known Huguenot preacher.

Jean's father is known for his
hatred of the Protestant faith.

Perhaps the boy was a radical.

He was planning to blow
up this pastor's church.

People have done worse
in the name of religion.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You.

You were the best thief here.

And you enjoyed it.

Ah, maybe.

Yeah, the thrill, the danger.

The brotherhood.

Ah, and then I found those
things somewhere else.

A brotherhood with honour.

So, there's no honour
amongst thieves?

- No, that's not what I meant.
- Your Musketeer brothers.

Where are they?

And where were they? At
the Ch�telet this morning.

They're my friends, Charon.

Yeah, you believe that
if it makes you happy.

- (GASPS)
- What's wrong?

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

I remembered
something from last night.

The boy.

The one who... who
was killed. He was there.

At the Wren. I saw him.

- Arguing with someone.
- Who?

(PANTS AN D GROANS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Charon's busy,
and lose your mask.

I need to clear my head.

If I can just remember
what happened!

Perhaps you don't want to.

I mean, if you
did kill that boy...

Flea's right!

I would remember, no
matter how much I drank.

(SNORTS)

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Why would someone
try to kill you?

How do you know it was
me he was aiming at?

(PANTS)

- (BELLS CHIME)
- (DOVES coo)

Religion without art is
so much less... seductive.

In this church, we
worship God, not beauty.

Well, at least the Catholic faith
allows us a little joy before we die.

But we Protestants will have joy
eternal at God's right hand, while you...

Roast in Satan's inferno.

As all benighted heretics must.

Surely even Huguenots
believe in windows.

The stained glass was removed.
We do not have the money to replace it.

If you wish to make a contribution,
the collection plate is behind me.

(CHUCKLES)

Where did you serve?

Too many hellholes to recall.

You killed Catholics?

Not specifically. I
fought for money.

And then you found God.

He found me.

Did you know jean de Mauvoisin?

Well, he's dead.

The poor boy.

I will pray for his
soul. How did he die?

He was shot.

Did you kill him?

Why would [do such a thing?

Maybe because he was a Catholic

who intended to blow your
Protestant church to kingdom come.

(CHUCKLES)

And why is that funny?

Jean was not a Catholic. He was a
committed member of this congregation.

A Huguenot?

Well, his father is a
prominent Catholic,

a man who hates Huguenots and
urges the King to act against them.

Monsieur de Mauvoisin only converted
to Catholicism to win favour at court.

Before him, the family were
Protestant for generations.

Jean didn't find selling his
conscience as easy as his father did.

(son CLICKS)

ARAMIS: There's
something he's not telling us.

It's hard... for a man to
see his son die before him.

It strikes a blow
forward into time.

I'd hoped to witness jean
restore our family's greatness...

and now...

A licence for the purchase of
gunpowder, signed by your son.

What was jean involved in?

Well, it's possible he was plotting
with other Huguenot fanatics

to attack Catholics.

(SOFTLY) My God.

How many times did I beg him

to break with Pastor Ferrand
and that nest of vipers?

Perhaps he had second thoughts...
and broke with the other plotters.

Whatever my son did...

I forgive him.

Oh, don't worry. I'm
an old hand at this.

- (FLESH SQUELCHES)
- (GROANS)

(PANTS)

Right.

(CHARON CRIES OUT)

Suppose you're right and
the shot was intended for me?

- Who'd go to all the trouble?
- The Cardinal.

His guards can't reach you,
so he sends a trained killer.

A shooting in some low
dive in the worst part of Paris?

- It doesn't add up.
- Aaah! Aaah!

(GAS P5)

Why did you abandon us, Porthos?

I wanted more.

- Why didn't you come with me?
- I always felt right here.

I belong. It wasn't like
that for you. I saw that.

So, I let you go
because I loved you.

Me? You chose Charon.

He feels the same way I do about
this place, and I admire him for that.

Admire? Oh. I
thought you loved him.

One thing I'd forgotten.

What an idiot you are.

ATHOS: Try that key again.

(LOCK RATTLES)

- A bomb-making factory?
- No.

- A printing press.
- D'ARTAGNAN: Hey.

It's ink.

- Not in this one.
- There's the gunpowder.

FERRAN D: What
are you doing here?

There are three of us, Pastor.

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

Oh, I do hope he's
good with a sword.

You lied to us. You were in a
conspiracy with jean de Mauvoisin.

Conspiracy? I have
a large congregation.

This printing press is the only
way I can stay in touch with them.

Do you use gunpowder
instead of ink?

As God is my witness,

this has nothing to do
with me or my church.

I preach reconciliation,
not hatred.

Someone intended to blow up your
church, probably during a service.

Catholics?

Is it possible jean was
lying to you about his beliefs,

that he infiltrated your
church in order to destroy it?

Jean was no turncoat

and he was a gentle
soft-hearted boy, not an assassin.

Then why did he need a
dozen barrels of gunpowder?

Huh...

This is jean's name.

But it's not his
handwriting. It's his father's.

All those years ago...

you should have told
me the way you felt.

Would it have
made any difference?

We were on different
paths even then.

So, what's this, then?
Hmm? Nostalgia?

Charon can't know about this.

(HE SIGHS)

- I don't want to hurt him.
- Hmm.

I told you to watch
where you put your eyes.

Too late for that.

Don't get ideas. After
tomorrow, you'll be gone.

There's a whole world out there,
you know. You'd be good in it.

You're the smartest
woman I've ever met.

If I'm so smart, what
am I doing here with you?

(BIRDSONG)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Open it.

Treville needs to see this.

Looking at this map is like gazing at
a beautiful face with an ugly wart on it.

It's hard to see the
beauty for the imperfection.

DE MAUVOISIN: After today,
the blemish will be gone for ever.

And you can rely
on your agent in this?

Completely. He hates
the Court as much as I.

What of its people?

As many as possible
will be exterminated.

Those that survive may find
some other hole to crawl into.

Your ally within the Court is
aware of your plan to kill its people?

I have my own men
to deal with that.

Besides, it is an act of mercy to put
an end to their miserable existence.

Your compassion for the
poor brings tears to my eyes(!)

Don't ask me to feel sorry
for beggars and thieves.

A hundred years ago, my family
was amongst the greatest in the land.

Now I can barely afford
to pay my butcher's bill.

Once the Court is
razed to the ground,

the de Mauvoisin fortunes
will be restored overnight.

And you will have the King's gratitude,
by helping to build a new model Paris,

assuming everything
goes as you expect.

I have sacrificed
too much to fail now.

(RAISED VOICES AND LAUGHTER)

What's this?

What's a celebration
without something to drink?

This is good stuff.
Where did it come from?

Friends.

Must have cost a fortune.

Where's Porthos?

I don't know.

Thought you might have seen him.
You two have got so much to catch up on.

Help yourselves!
Drinks are on your king!

(CHEERING)

Charon!

Where's Charon?
Charon? Where is Charon?

Charon!

- (GASPS)
- Pack a bag.

Now. You and I, we're
leaving this dung heap for ever.

Are you drunk? It's
Porthos that's leaving.

Are you going with him?

Is that what you planned
in bed together last night?

Or were you too busy getting
to know each other again?

- Charon, it's not what you think.
- I saved Porthos for this?!

To watch him steal you from me?

- I don't belong to you or him!
- Look, the Court is finished!

By tomorrow morning, it'll be
nothing but a heap of ashes.

- What are you talking about?
- Flea.

Just trust me. We have to go.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

You need to see this.

Both of you.

All these are for houses
inside the Court of Miracles.

All bought for a pittance within the
last few months, hundreds of them.

But no rents have been
collected in the Court for decades.

Why buy something
that's worthless?

TREVILLE: The land these houses
occupy covers most of the Court.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- The paper value is immense,

if there was a way
to make them pay.

A business mind like yours is wasted
in the Musketeers, Captain Treville.

You're right.

If the Court wasn't there, that
land would be worth a king's ransom.

Who knows when it might
prove a wise investment?

And, by the way,
this search is illegal.

I suggest you leave
before I inform the Cardinal.

Did you forge this
in your son's name?

It's a simple matter to
compare the two signatures.

I'll ask you again.

Is this your handwriting?

Yes.

Acquiring gunpowder without a
valid licence is an act of sedition,

punishable by death.

At first we thought this was
about attacking Protestants,

the fanatical convert proving
his loyalty to a Catholic king.

But it never had anything
to do with religion, did it?

This was about
greed, pure and simple.

ATHOS: You're planning to
destroy the Court of Miracles.

D'ARTAGNAN: But you must
have had help on the inside.

No-one could have moved that
amount of gunpowder into the Court

without being seen.

When is the plan to be executed?

At midday.

You're too late. My men
are already at the Court.

I'll light the fuses.

Keep guard and kill
anyone that gets in our way.

Here... Gunpowder?

Yeah, the fuses have all been primed.
Someone's gonna blow this place to hell.

- The Cardinal?
- Perhaps.

But there are hundreds of
people living here, women, children.

There's something else, Charon.

I didn't kill that boy.

When I left the Wren,
he was already dead.

The killer was
standing over him.

(GUNSHOT)

(SHOUTS AND SCREAMS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

TREVILLE: It was you who planted the
gunpowder in Pastor Ferrand's church.

Ferrand poisoned
my son against me.

Poisoned?

Thanks to him, jean lacked the
resolve to do what had to be done.

He was too worried
for his precious soul.

He refused to buy the gunpowder.
I had to obtain it in his name.

You deliberately
incriminated him.

He betrayed his family!

He actually felt sorry
for that filth in the Court.

Who really killed him?

I did.

When I find out who the old man
was, I can prove my innocence.

I can't leave Paris now.

Let's get these fuses cut,
make the gunpowder safe.

- (PISTOL COCKS)
- CHARON: Step away.

Charon?

You were in the wrong place
at the wrong time, Porthos.

Why did you have to
go back to the Wren?

The old man, he
argued with his son.

He shot him.

And there you were,
the perfect scapegoat.

So, why save me from the noose?

We ran these streets together.

So much changes.

Everything becomes...

complicated and
compromised, but not that.

Not brotherhood. Loyalty.

Well, I couldn't
leave you to hang.

But what does the gunpowder
have to do with any of this?

The old man bought up all the land
here. He paid me to smuggle it in.

(SHE GASPS)

There's more after the
job's done - a lot more.

And you were gonna
blow this place up?

I deserve better
than this, Flea.

I just need a bit of money, a
fair chance like everyone else.

But this is our home!

I'm sick of it!

(SCOFFS) The... 1:he dirt!

The disease! The poverty!

Human beings rooting
in filth like animals!

- They're poor, that's all!
- This Court is finished!

The people here are doomed.

I don't want to
leave you here, Flea.

Come with me.

If you love me, don't do this.

(SOFTLY) Last chance.

- Him or me.
- That's not a choice!

CHARON: You always loved him.

(SOFTLY) I was
just all that was left.

No.

(SCREAMS)

(SHE GASPS)

Go.

Go. I'll be fine.

Charon!

(RAISED VOICES)

ATHOS: De Mauvoisin's
men! Get them!

(MEN CRY OUT)

They mustn't get
to the gunpowder!

Hey!

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTING AN D SCREAMING)

(GROAN5)

Where is Porthos?

- (GROANS)
- Where is he?

Aah!

Ah!

(GAS P5)

Hey!

(GAS P5)

You.

Porthos followed Charon
towards the main chamber.

(GASPS) I'll be
fine. Save Porthos.

That way!

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

12 o'clock and no explosions.

There won't be
any now, Monsieur.

It's over.

You murdered your son in vain.

(PORTHOS PANTS)

Welcome to my empire of dust.

Flea loves this place.

I never understood it.
Who'd settle for this?

You didn't.

You should have come with
me all those years ago, Charon.

I wanted Flea!

I thought with you being
gone that she'd be mine.

But she never was.

Not really.

I don't want to
fight you, Charon.

Leave now.

I won't come looking.

(GROWLS)

I'm not like you, Charon.

That's why I left.

I'm a Musketeer.

Porthos!

(SNARLS)

Look out!

(GROAN5)

(GAS P5)

I told you, Porthos.

I told you I was get...

getting out.

My full confession, completely
exonerating your Musketeer.

I have a brother who will inherit
my place as head of the family.

Perhaps he will do a
better job than me...

of restoring this
once noble house.

Emile de Mauvoisin, it
is my duty to arrest you.

That won't be necessary.
You will lend me your pistol.

Whatever you may think of
my actions, I ama gentleman.

(PISTOL COCKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(CHATTER)

- Are you all right?
- I'll survive.

- Hmm.
- (DOG BARKS)

Charon, um... he
didn't want to kill you.

He loved you.

What now?

You could come with me.

You could stay here.

(HE CLEARS HIS THROAT)

We live in different
worlds, you and me.

I belong with my friends,
and... you with yours.

You know it's
doomed, this place?

It's only a matter of time

before the Cardinal gets
around to destroying your world.

And that's not true of yours?

Let's just enjoy what
we have while we have it.

(SHE SIGHS)

Mm.

Good bye, Porthos.

Maybe I'll come and... walk amongst
the beggars and whores sometime.

Then you'd better
watch your purse.

Ah, she's good.

You took your damn
time getting here.

- We would never let you hang.
- Of course not.

And if we had, the funeral
would have been... beautiful.

ATHOS: We came looking.

Charon said you were having such a
good time, you didn't want to see us.

PORTHOS: Be honest.

Did any of you think I did it?

Never even crossed my mind.

Did you ever think
we'd abandoned you?

Never.

(HORSE SNORTS)

(CHUCKLING)

Come on, let's get
the hell out of here.

I swear I'll kill
you. Who are you?

My name is Aramis, of
the King's Musketeers.

Advance!

So, you're the one
all this fuss is about?

- I demand to see the King.
- Mother.

One thing you need to learn,
d'Artagnan - don't get involved.

[MARIE: You know] could
use a man of your talents.

RXCHELXEU: Are you
making me a proposition?

- Make your choice now, Cardinal.
- ARAMIS: Have you got this?

Absolutely.

ATHOS: If you'd told
us what you were doing,

we might have been
able to plan this properly.

- Sorry.
- No, no, let's keep it suicidal.