All language subtitles for The MUSKETEERS - S01 E08 - The Challenge (720p - BluRay)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(STREET CHATTER)

(DOG BARKS)

I have a warrant
from the Cardinal

for the immediate
arrest of your prisoner.

- Martin Labarge.
- He's already under arrest

for the murder of
two Musketeers.

Ah. Well, you're to hand
him over to us for questioning.

- It's not safe here.
- (DISTANT DOG BARKING)

I want it noted he's a
very dangerous man.

TRUDEAU: Duly noted.

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

Very well.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Don't say we didn't warn you.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Come on, Labarge!

This should be fun.

- (HORSE WHINNYING)
- Yaaah! Huargh!

Huargh! Huargh!

Aarghg

- I think they need our help.
- They're just too shy to ask.

(SOLDIERS GROAN)

Stay out of this, damn you!

Come on!

Musketeer scum!

It's your fault that
Captain Trudeau is dead!

(BLADES RING)

Captain Trudeau was given fair
warning. His own arrogance killed him.

Labarge is a regional Intendant.

You had no business arresting
him without coming to me first.

Your Intendant is a violent criminal,
who subjected Gascony to a reign of terror.

I went to Gascony once.
It's full of sheep and hedges.

It is true that Labarge
exceeded his authority,

but I was in the process
of recalling him to Paris

before Captain Treville
so recklessly intervened.

The Red Guards put
innocent lives at risk!

The Musketeers were lucky
my guards didn't kill them.

Oh, really? You know what?

Any of my Musketeers could thrash
any of your Red Guards at any time!

LOUIS: 1,000 livres
Captain Treville is right.

Each side to choose his champion
in a contest to settle the matter.

What do you say, Cardinal?
Do you accept the wager?

Shall we say... 2,000 livres?

Uh'.!

- (LAUGHS)
- Did you miss me?

- Not at all!
- Hmm.

This is so wrong.

(SIGHS) I just
wish it felt wrong.

Then I'd know what to do.

If you've changed your mind...?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (DISTANT DOG BARKING)

- Your rent is overdue.
- My apologies for that, Monsieur.

I haven't received any income
from my farm for the last two months.

BONACIEUX: Well, you've put
yourself in a reckless position.

You're a farmer
who neglects his land

and a would-be Musketeer
with no commission in sight.

I could point out your folly, but,
er... perhaps it's not necessary.

TREVILLE: Gentlemen!

Finally we have the opportunity to
prove what we have always known.

- That technically...
- What's going on?

There is to be a competition between
the Musketeers and the Red Guards.

Yeah, each side will
choose a champion,

to settle the issue of
which regiment is greater.

As if it were in doubt.

- How will this champion be chosen?
- There will be competitive trials...

(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)

- And a 30-livres entry fee.
- (MEN MUTTERING)

- 30?
- It forms a prize purse.

- Winner takes all.
- Why didn't you say so before, huh?

This isn't about money. This is
about the honour of the Musketeers.

One man amongst you will have
the honour of representing me.

When that man defeats and
humiliates the Musketeer champion...

I will double his prize money.

Now, which of you here
is the greatest fighter?

Captain Trudeau was the best man in
the regiment, before Labarge killed him.

A pig wouldn't eat that.

Eat it or starve, Labarge.

(SCREAMING)

Monsieur Labarge, to you.

Aaah!

Well, gentlemen,

may the best man amongst us win.

Those of us who are
allowed to compete.

You are a Musketeer in all but name.
All you lack is the King's commission.

Go to Treville. Ask him.

There is just the thorny
issue of the entry fee.

- Anyone got it?
- (SOLDIER SHOUTS INSTRUCTIONS)

My pockets are empty
and the cupboard is bare.

Yeah, I just pawned my cupboard.

Porthos, my friend,

I think it's time for us to
go fishing for a patroness.

Needs must.

Deliver, O Lord, the souls of the
faithful departed from the chains of...

PORTHOS: Who are the departed?

ARAMIS: Head of the
candle-makers' guild died a year ago,

leaving his widow very rich.

Fourth pew, left side.

Madame Laurent has a
thing about Musketeers.

Hmm.

Many brave men have gone
there, but few have returned.

Mm.

Fifth pew, right side.

Madame Marchand.

In possession of one
indifferent husband...

- Hm.
- Three lovers,

and five small
and irritating dogs.

"Whither I go ye know,
and the way ye know."

And Thomas said unto him, "Lord,
we know not where thou goest.

- "How can we know..."
- Easy does it.

Yeah?

It's a Requiem Mass, not
a party at Madame Angel's.

The truth and the light...

I need your permission
to compete. I'm ready.

There's no guarantee
you'll win. You know that.

I'm not asking for a favour, only
for the chance to prove myself.

(SIGHS) You'd be up
against the very best.

I know.

D'Artagnan, there's no
easy way to tell you this.

I've just received a list of charges
against Labarge from the Cardinal.

Your farm was one of the
properties destroyed by Labarge.

Apparently, he did it as a
warning to other local landowners.

He knew your father was
greatly respected amongst them.

That farm was my
only source of income.

I'll make sure justice is
done, if that's any comfort.

Justice won't pay the rent.

Yaah!

(SWORDS CLASH)

(LOW CHATTER)

My condolences, Madame.

Your husband, er...
he was a great man.

And a great candle-maker.

Well, which goes without saying.

I don't believe we've
been introduced.

Porthos, of the
King's Musketeers.

A Musketeer, no less?

- How did you meet him?
- Ah, well, it's...

(SIGHS) It was at an event.

You know, we both attended the
same one, you know, obviously.

It was ages ago now.

It was, um...

Of course, it was the
reception at the palace,

when the heads of guilds
were presented to the King...

Yes. Yeah.

And there were those
peculiar courtiers.

One of them was dressed as a
Roman general and wore a lilac-blue wig.

Comte de Simonet.

Yeah, thinks he was Mark
Antony in a previous life.

Cleopatra, more likely.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Um...

perhaps I can escort
you to your carriage.

- Oh, I walked here today.
- Oh.

I know that's considered
rather shocking.

- But...
- Oh, no, no, no.

I have been cooped
up indoors for so long.

Then allow me to walk you home.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

The contest is my only chance.

I have to win that prize, I just
need to raise the entrance fee.

- 30 livres is a lot of money.
- You don't have to remind me.

First I lose my father
and then I lose his farm.

No money, no prospects.

I honestly can't think
what you see in me.

Everything will be fine.

You'll raise the money and...

you'll win the contest.
I know you will.

Where am I going
to find 30 livres?

(DISTANT DOG BARKING)

Well, this is... (CHUCKLES)

A treat, for coming
out of mourning.

It's probably not
the done thing.

But a year is a long
time in black crepe.

Well, the done thing just means
following someone else's ideas.

- And you, you followed your own.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I, um... hope
you've come hungry.

I've... planned a
rather full menu.

(SNORTS)

I'm always hungry.

(BOTH LAUGH)

This way.

Well, at least you're surrounded
by your husband's things.

Keeps his memory
alive, I imagine.

I suppose so, yes.

Having something to remember
him by must be a great comfort.

Hmm.

Of course.

Well, you should have
a token for yourself.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- How selfish of me not to think of it.

Er... would you like his
shaving bowl and brush?

Or...

his candle snuffer?

No... no, no, no.

Er... I couldn't, er...

That must be worth
30 livres at least.

- I should say so. It's solid gold.
- Hmm.

I insist you have it.

Charles used it
every day of his life.

I'd be honoured.

Hmm.

(GLASSES CLIN |<)

ATHOS: Leave
justice to the courts.

You fought for this chance.
Now fight to prove you're ready.

I am ready.

- What?
- You have natural talent,

but too often you let your
emotions run away with you.

Talent won't keep you alive
if your heart rules your head.

Can we just get on with it?

My point in a nutshell.

I hear an ordinary prison
isn't good enough for Labarge.

He's in the Bastille,
living in comfort...

his every whim attended to.

Imagine him there,
living the life of a king.

Aaargh!

Every soldier has an Achilles heel.
Control that, and you control the fight.

So, Labarge is in
the Bastille, is he?

(SWORDS RINGING)

I was trying to provoke him.

You succeeded.
Keep an eye on him.

Cardinal!

I wish to talk to
you about Labarge.

He destroyed my property
and sold everything I own.

There are many
claims against him.

No doubt his trial will
establish the truth of them.

What am I supposed
to live on until then?

What, still no commission from
the Musketeers? How disappointing.

But there are other regiments.

Other regiments
like the Red Guards?

Why not?

A young man of talent and ambition
might flourish under my patronage.

- I'll take my chances, thank you.
- As you wish.

What about Labarge?

If he confesses, you may well receive
some form of recompense. If not...

As a citizen of France,
I demand my rights!

You demand nothing of me!

(CLICKS FINGERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I feel almost sorry for him,

lodging with that miserly
cloth merchant Bonacieux.

First Athos and now d'Artagnan?

Your fascination with these
Musketeers seems inexhaustible.

I do everything for you.

Permit me to doubt that.

There was a time I found your
independence of spirit arousing.

I must warn you, Milady,
that time has now passed.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(STREET CHATTER)

- (HORSE WHINNYING)
- (RAISED VOICES)

Let go of me! I'm innocent!

I love the King!
Whatever it is, I didn't do it!

Hup! Hyaah! Hyaah!

I understand you're
a cloth merchant?

The house of Bonacieux has been
in business for three generations.

My grandfather,
jean Bonacieux...

I'm sure he was a
visionary amongst drapers.

Now, I may be in need of a
new supplier to my Red Guards.

The contract is a lucrative one.

But the merchant must
be someone I can trust.

Then how might I prove it'?

I am interested...

in your lodger, d'Artagnan.

I want you to find out who
he sees, where he goes,

and in particular

if he has any clandestine
female companions.

You want me to spy on him?

I can see you are a
man of quick intelligence.

- It will be my honour to serve you.
- I'm sure it will.

(LOW CHATTER)

(CRIES OUT)

- You're early.
- Are you complaining?

No. Watch out.

He's a monster.

So I hear.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(ROLLING THUNDER)

(ROLLING THUNDER)

Wake up, Labarge.

(THUNDER CRACKS)

LABARGE: I know you!

What are you? A Red Guard
now? What do you want?

My name is d'Artagnan of Lupiac in
Gascony. You burned down my farm.

Ha! I've burned down a lot of farms. What
makes you think I can remember yours?

I want your full confession.
Without it, I will not get justice.

I don't see what good a confession
is to you, with a broken neck.

Ha! Huargh!

Huh'. Huh'.!

You will give me
that confession.

You know what I like about cutting
people's throats? It stops them talking.

Huargh! Huargh!

Ha!

Huargh!

Aaah!

Let him go.

(THUNDERCLAP)

Get out!

(ROLLING THUNDER)

What did I tell you about
thinking before you act?

I couldn't help it.
I'm not like you.

You are.

More than you know.

Come on.

Get some rest.
We'll train tomorrow.

You're grown careless, Athos.

I could have
killed you just now.

Shall we call this...
neutral ground?

If you wish. I won't attack
a defenceless woman.

- (THUNDER ROLLS)
- (SNORTS) Your face is full of questions.

Ask me anything you want.

(THUNDER ROLLS)

What is your connection
with the Cardinal?

I have to make a living somehow.
What better patron could I have?

What exactly do you do for him?

I'm a soldier, just like you.

Well, perhaps we're
not quite the same.

But we all have to
exploit our natural...

talents.

You still wear my locket?

Why?

Sometimes...

sometimes I ask myself
the same question.

Shall I show you why?

Do you really think
I could forget...

who you are, and what you did?

(ROLLING THUNDER)

It seems neither of
us can forget the past.

I give you fair warning, Athos.

Leave me alone.

Or you'll regret it.

Every taunt is an
attempt to distract you,

to discover your
vulnerabilities and exploit them.

Last night, you let your hatred of
Labarge overcome your judgment.

Your trip to the Bastille
was a childish mistake.

I thought you had
brains, but clearly not.

I know what you're doing.

That kind of stupidity is exactly why
you're not ready to be a Musketeer.

You don't mean that?

Of course not,
but unfortunately...

you're now dead.

Your Eminence! To
what do I owe this honour?

You overstepped
the limits, Labarge.

You ruled Gascony
like a petty tyrant.

Well, people don't
like paying their taxes.

I just gave them a
bit of encouragement.

Perhaps if all the taxes you
collected had reached the Treasury,

I'd be inclined to
overlook your excesses.

Well, I suppose that
was always my problem.

I never knew how
much greed was enough.

Maybe I should have
took a leaf out of your book,

and followed your
career a little closer.

I, er... have a
proposal for you.

Well, I hope it involves
me not getting executed.

It might.

(STREET CHATTER)

Mm, I'm not sure.

It's not the best quality.

- I can give you 20 livres for the lot.
- I need 30.

Even at 20, I'm giving you the
bread out of our children's mouths.

I'll throw in a baguette.

For 30 I'd want a bonus.

In your dreams.

I'm only doing
this cos I like you.

I believe this is
something you need.

30 livres.

- Is that right?
- How did you know?

I've taken an interest
in you, d'Artagnan,

and it's not as though
we're strangers, is it?

What's the catch?

Well, how suspicious you've
grown since coming to Paris!

There is no catch. I
simply want you to compete.

I'll accept it - as a loan.

I'll pay you back when I win.

Hmm.

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

- What's this?
- A little good-luck charm.

And a token of my friendship.

What did she want?

She just gave me the
money so I can compete.

- You shouldn't have taken it.
- Don't worry. I can handle her.

- Are you sure about that?
- There's no need to be jealous.

There's no need to be an idiot.

Who else is just going to
walk up and hand me 30 livres?

No-one.

- (GLASSES CLINK)
- (CHUCKLES)

Your husband was a lucky man.

- Mm.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Food gave him no pleasure.
- Mm?

He saw self-discipline
as a moral virtue.

- Oh.
- (CHUCKLES)

I imagine soldiers are
very disciplined, too.

When they're fighting.

Off duty, well...

Porthos?

Can I ask...

It might...
- (SIGHS) ...sound... - Hmm?

Strange.

It doesn't matter.

A year's a long
time without a kiss.

It's been a great
deal longer than that.

How he resisted
you, I have no idea.

But like I said...

self-discipline
isn't my strong suit.

Nor mine.

Wrong door!

(DOOR CREAKS)

(LOW CHATTER)

Ooh, hello.

- (CHUCKLING)
- WHISPERS: Bye-bye.

- Entry fee?
- I've earned it, believe me.

- How did you raise the money?
- Found a patron of my own.

Uh?

- Wealthy widow?
- Not as far as I know.

Right, gents. When you're ready.

Come on.

(GUFFAWS)

(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)

Come on.

Come on!

The wonder of it all is,

he's not even trying.

(GUFFAWS)

Remember, head over heart.

Treville will be assessing your
attitude as well as your skill.

Hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

You have a challenger.

- But he's not a Red Guard.
- I've just commissioned him.

Your reputation for
violence is well established.

Now do something useful with it.

Huargh!

Huargh!

- (OTHERS MUTTER)
- Enough!

Arghg.

No control, no pity, no remorse!

No more humanity than a jackal.

You're exactly what I need.

Succeed, and you walk free.

(GRUNTS)

Lose, and you hang.

(GUARD GROANS)

Somebody help this man.
He doesn't look at all well.

(CROW CAWING)

A present for you, my dear.

- We can't afford this.
- We can, and more besides.

I'm about to acquire the most
desirable client imaginable.

Who?

Just now, our lives
are about to change.

I listen to all the
places you've been.

I've never travelled more
than five miles from Paris.

(SIGHS)

Never been to London. Vienna.

Well, it's not too late.

You should go.

You could come.

Be my tour guide.

I never had much time for
sightseeing when I travelled.

- Someone was always trying to kill me.
- (CHUCKLES)

Have you ever thought what
you'd do if you weren't a soldier?

Becoming a Musketeer...

was the best thing that
ever happened to me.

Until I met you.

Flattery will get
you everywhere.

Another life is possible.

If you want it.

Have you lost something?

Nothing important.

I should go.

Captain Treville is choosing
his champion this morning.

Of course.

Good luck.

D'Artagnan!

You were right.

I was jealous of Milady.

Of course you had to
take her money. It's just...

Well, she's... so
beautiful and...

glamorous and...
wealthy, and I'm just...

Well, I'm just... me.

You...

shine so brightly in my eyes, it
puts every other woman in the shade.

- Good answer.
- I mean it.

Look.

I'm going to win
this competition.

Everything will work out for us.

Hmm.

(SHE CHUCKLES)

I'll see you later.

Choosing a champion from
such a fine group of soldiers

- is a near-impossible task.
- And the winner is...

(LAUGHTER)

For that reason, I have decided that the
only man who can fairly represent you...

is me.

Was your life... so
bad, Constance?

Was I ever cruel to
you? Did I beat you?

YOLI VVGTG never cruel...

and I wasn't unhappy.

At least... I didn't know I was.

Until d'Artagnan came here.

I order you to break
with him immediately.

I'm sorry to cause you pain.

But I won't give him up.

I love him.

End your affair, or d'Artagnan
will be dead within a week.

- What are you talking about?
- I have powerful friends now.

That new client I
was talking about?

It's the Cardinal.

And, believe me, he hates
your lover even more than I.

Why would he kill him
just on your say-so?

Because of the plot I
overheard d'Artagnan hatching,

some attempt on
the Cardinal himself.

- Do you think he'd stop to ask questions?
- You're bluffing.

Give him up, or he dies.

It's your choice.

You will break his heart

so thoroughly that he will
never look at you again.

You will make him hate you.

This is wrong and dangerous.

This challenge is my doing. It is
my responsibility to see it through.

Instead of giving yourself
one last moment of glory,

you should be giving d'Artagnan the
chance to win his commission from the King.

(SNORTS) You think
this is about glory?

All I know is that d'Artagnan has
it in him to be a fine Musketeer,

perhaps the greatest of us all.

But now? We'll never know,

because you have stolen
his best chance to prove it.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Treville's taken
the fight himself.

Well, then, I suppose that
puts an end to your daydream.

What do you mean?

We're fooling
ourselves, d'Artagnan.

There's no future
for us together.

I'm a respectable...
married woman.

This... silly
flirtation has to end.

Flirtation? I love you.

But I don't love you.

If this is about
Milady de Winter...

CONSTANCE: You should go to her.
You'll be needing a rich mistress now.

You've got nothing.

Perhaps Milady
will look after you.

I don't want her. I don't
want her. I want you.

I was tempted. I'll admit that.

But I can't risk
my future for you.

I have far too much to lose.

I'm sure you've made
the right decision.

I mean, what use is
love compared to money?

Thank you for helping
me see things more clearly.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(STIFLES SOB)

Uh'.!

(SOBBING)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE FADES)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (DISTANT PEACOCK CRIES)

(LOW CHATTER)

You invited your widow?

Her name's Alice.

You only needed
30 livres, not a wife.

Did I say anything
about marriage?

- No.
- My God.

You're actually considering it?

There is a life beyond
the Musketeers, you know.

D'ARTAGNAN: Well,
one thing I've learned.

Never put your trust in love.

The Musketeer champion, the
famous warrior, Captain Treville!

- Good luck, Captain.
- Good luck, sir.

(LOW CHATTER)

My old fox will see
off your man, Cardinal.

And representing the
Red Guard, their champion,

Captain Labarge!

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

This is some sort of sick joke.

Well, the Captain
isn't surprised.

He knew.

Well, this is highly irregular.

(PEACOCK CRIES)

LOUIS: Shouldn't
he be in the Bastille?

Oh, I'm a great believer
in rehabilitation, sire.

Labarge is now a commissioned
officer in the Red Guards.

The shooting and wrestling
rounds have been waived!

The contest will be settled in
favour of the superior swordsman!

(GRUNTING)

Huargh! Huargh!

Yaah! Huargh! Huargh!

(LABARGE musus)

That is hardly within
the rules, Cardinal.

Sorry, Your Majesty. I wasn't
aware that there were any rules.

Come on!

Aaargh! Aaah!

(LOW CHATTER)

(GROAN5)

Argh! Huargh!

(CROWD GASPS)

Huargh!

Huargh!

Aarrgh!

(RAISED VOICES)

He'll kill him. Labarge!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Saving your life!

Treville is defeated.
The fight is over.

Stop!

(GROAN5)

Your man broke
the rules, Cardinal.

Captain Treville may nominate
another champion, if he wishes.

I nominate d'Artagnan
to take my place.

(LABARGE musus)

Ha-ha! My little friend
from the Bastille?

You look even more
pathetic in the daylight.

- I'm gonna enjoy this.
- Somehow I doubt it.

Is that the best you've got?

(FIGHTERS GRUNT)

I wish I could remember
burning down your farm!

It would make killing
you a lot sweeter!

That's for the
people of Gascony.

(LOW CHATTER)

Bravo, d'Artagnan.

I hereby declare the
Musketeer regiment

the winners.

(APPLAUSE CONTINUES)

Ah, yes, now, the prize
money is forfeit to the Treasury.

After all, the
rules were broken.

We do need to collect
our taxes somehow.

(LOW CHATTER)

It's 2,000 livres I think
you said, Cardinal.

You defended your captain
with great heroism today.

I admire loyalty more
than any other virtue.

Please kneel.

Get on your knees before
he changes his mind.

I hereby commission you
into my regiment of Musketeers.

May you serve it always

with the same distinction
that I witnessed today.

(CHUCKLES)

Well done, d'Artagnan. I'm proud
to have you under my command.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- (LOW CHATTER)
- (PEACOCK CRIES)

RICHELIEU: Whose
side were you on?

I'm curious.

Yours, of course.

Really?

So, er... why provide the funds
for d'Artagnan's involvement?

Have you been spying on me?

I need to know who my
true friends are, Milady.

Or should I call you
Comtesse de la F�re?

Did you really think I wouldn't find
out about your marriage to Athos?

Explain yourself.

If you wish to see the
Musketeers destroyed,

d'Artagnan is the key.

I'm plotting to bring
him over to our side.

And do you seriously believe
that he can be turned after this?

You underestimate
my powers of seduction.

For your sake, Milady, I hope
you're as persuasive as you think.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

I've never seen
real violence before.

It opened my eyes.

That's your life, isn't it?

I don't enjoy killing, Alice,

but I do what I have to do.

I understand.

But... that life
is foreign to me.

I thought you wanted
more excitement.

Not that much.

I could never
give up soldiering.

And I could never
be a soldier's wife.

I wish it could be different.

I'm so happy I met you.

Take care, Porthos.

So, will you marry
the lovely widow?

Alice?

Who would look after
you if I did that, eh?

(CHUCKLES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I suppose you'll
live at the garrison?

It's my home now.

- (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE)
- I hope you enjoy your respectable life.

Whoa.

Thank you... f0r your patronage.

I knew I'd spotted
a great talent.

Can I offer you a lift?

(STIFLES SOBS)

Another time, perhaps.

- (WHIP CRACKS)
- (HORSE WHINNIES)

Your Majesty!

We'll lead through the
forest, lose them in the trees.

The Musketeers will protect Anne. They
will not allow any harm to come to her!

Can your men hold the convent
long enough for rescue to arrive?

At the hour of our death.

Surely I'm safer with you than
in the care of unarmed nuns.

Blessed be the Lord my God,
who teacheth my hands to fight

and my fingers to battle.

- Ain't this better than trying to escape?
- Ask me again in two minutes.

One of us will
die. That's certain.

It is done.