All language subtitles for The.Three.Musketeers.Part.I.DArtagnan.2023.DUBBED.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264 (SDH)

[whimsical music]

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[gentle music]

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[intriguing music]

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[soft suspenseful music]

[thunder rumbling]

[night creatures chirping]

-[thunder claps]
-[rain falling]

[horse neighs]

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[horse neighs]

-[gunshot]
-[woman screaming]

[woman]
No! [cries]

[swords clanking]

-[woman] Help me!
-[gunshot]

-[woman] Help me!
-[horse neighs]

[man]
Be on your way.

[men grunting]

[woman shouts]
No!

[gunshot]

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-[men grunting]
-[woman] No!

[woman]
No!

[gunshot]

[woman]
No!

[both grunting and groaning]

[grunting]

[panting]

[gunshot]

[tense music]

-[gasps]
-[thunder rumbling]

[shushes]

Go and bury all of that.

Take care of her.

[fire crackling]

[thunder rumbles]

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

[owl hoots at a distance]

[foreboding music]

[creaking]

[coughing]

[gasps]

[continues coughing, gasping]

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[breathing heavily]

[music intensifies]

[people chattering]

[suspenseful music]

[knocking]

[man]
Mademoiselle Bonacieux?

The Countess of Valcour expects
an answer before this evening.

The ship sails at dawn
tomorrow morning.

Very well.

[gloomy music]

"This Saturday,
as every holy Saturday,

you shall confess
at the Abbey Val-de-Grâce.

I shall secretly be there
as well confessing
that I think only of you.

In six days, lest I be departed,

I shall see you again, Madame.

Your beloved,
Duke of Buckingham."

[music continues]

He insists on coming to a city
where he risks his life.

And he puts me at risk
of losing my honor.

[man]
Her Majesty the Queen!

By agreement with the emissaries
of His Holiness the Pope,

Arthus d'Epinay de Saint-Luc,
Bishop of Marseille,

will be placed
on Your Majesty's right.

[exhales]

Brother François de Loménie,
of the Dominican order--

[Louis XIII]
What is it, brother?

Your marriage
to the Duchess of Montpensier
doesn't interest you?

We are planning a wedding
when we should be planning
for a war.

A war?

A war against whom?

The Protestants.

Sire, La Rochelle
has been fortifying for weeks,

They've assembled men
and weapons.

They want secession.

If we do nothing,
there will soon be a state
within the state.

England will have
a foothold in France.

So, what do you want,
my Lord Countess,

for me to declare war
on Protestants...

...and on England?

The Protestants take
their orders from the English.

Saint-Blancard,
their leader, is in London.

He was received
by Buckingham in person.

Why is the English
minister of war meeting
the Protestants of La Rochelle

if they are not preparing
for war?

Sire, we must rid the country
of these heretics.

So it's not really a war
that you want, it's a crusade.

One God,
one country, one religion.

[shouts]
That's enough!

I will not order
a new Saint-Barthélémy!

The bells
of Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois

this time will ring
for your wedding...

...and not for the massacre
of Protestants.

Need I remind you
that our father was killed
by Catholics hands?

You should be wary
of your religious friends.

Is Your Majesty insinuat--

I don't insinuate.
I am the King.

[Count]
The nobles ask
only to fight for you, Sire.

-We are your true friends.
-[Cardinal]
The King has no friends.

He only has subjects
and enemies.

It is time to show him
now that we are his subjects.

Am I right?

[soft tense music]

[doors open]

He thinks he is
Louis the Just. [sighs]

-He's only Louis the Feeble.
-[doors close]

My son, you think
you're speaking to your brother.

But you're speaking to the King.

You were there, mother?
You never uttered
a single word.

You've learned to speak
in a loud voice.

Learn how to be silent.

Perhaps then you'll be heard.

[music continues]

-Your Eminence.
-Milady.

So?

Well, thanks to you,

Buckingham and the Queen

will finally see
each other again.

Any difficulties?

Buried and gone for good.

The Queen prefers
dishonor to war.

She shall have dishonor,

and we shall have war.

[soft tense music]

[people chattering]

[dramatic music]

[man]
Now, what does it say?

[clears throat] Excuse me.

I wish to speak
to Captain de Tréville.

-You have an appointment?
-No, but I have a reference.

-And get line over there.
-Thank you.

[man]
No. It's not. Sorry.

-It'll take two days!
-No, three.

The gentleman in green arrived
in Carcassonne last Sunday.

Good luck.
No, no. That one isn't valid.

You're gonna have to wait
in line over there

till your turn.

[grunting]

[man]
Stop!

[people chattering]

[exhales]

[swords clashing]

[soft suspenseful music]

[men grunting]

[people chattering]

[man]
Next.

Five feet, eight inches.

All right, next.

Man up straight.

Next!

[gunshots]

[swords clashing]

[gunshots]

[Captain]
Attention!

Yesterday at dawn,

Richelieu's guards came
across a band of ruffians,

drunk as lords,

carousing in the street.

-And who were these
pillars of society?
-[gunshots]

They were the King's Musketeers!

You must know something.
You were seen around.

But, Captain, how do
you expect me to know who--

[Captain]
I will not have us laughing at
by the Cardinal's guards.

[men chattering on background]

-Captain de Tréville?
-Young man.

I'm Charles d'Artagnan.
My father gave me this letter
for you.

-D'Artagnan?
Your father is Achilles?
-Yes.

-[Captain]
What happened to your letter?
-We were both shot by musket.

Luckily
My Bible stopped the ball.

You are the first man to be
saved by religion this year!

[chuckles]

I knew your father well.
What can I do for his son?

-Be quick.
I don't have much time.
-I left Gascony

hoping to wear the same tunic
he did and to serve my King.

-Huh.
-For as long as I can remember,
I've wanted to be a musketeer.

I'll send a letter today to
the head of the Royal Academy.

That's all I can do.
You'll sign up as a cadet.

And perhaps, one day,
you'll be a musketeer.

Don't you worry,
it won't take me too long.

[sighs]

[soft tense music]

[tense music intensifies]

-Hey!
-Excuse me.

What? That's it?

You think that will suffice?

I said excuse me.

I may only have one good arm,
but both my ears work.

And your "excuse me"
wasn't filled with sincerity.

Excuse me, but I'm in a hurry.

What you are is impolite.

When a Gascon apologizes,

he knows that he's already done
more than he should have.

Yes, it's obvious
you are from far away.

Wherever I maybe from,
I certainly didn't come here
to learn manners from you.

I am going to teach you
a lesson anyway.

And it will be your last.

Know that I will be waiting
on your path,

ready to oblige you!

-And where will that be?
-Calvaire Saint-Sulpice,
eleven o'clock.

I'll be there.

[dramatic music]

-[grunting]
-[Porthos] What!

Do you shield your eyes
when you run?

[grunts] Excuse me,
I'm after someone.

If he was meatier,
I'd make a skewer out of him.

[all laugh]

[laughs sarcastically]

Tell me why you're laughing?
We'll all laugh together.

I laugh a lot whenever I want.

Well, I don't like
being laughed at.

Ho, ho.

If I can't make you laugh,
I'll shut you up.

[laughs wryly]

-And where would
that take place?
-The Luxembourg?

The Luxembourg. Mid-day.
It will give me an appetite.

I'll be there.

Go away.

One single punch should do it...

Right.

Then you confuse him.
[swooshes] Dodge... [whoosh]

[dramatic music]

[people chattering]

[horse neighs]

[dog barking]

Monsieur, you dropped
your handkerchief.
You wouldn't wanna lost it.

No. You're mistaken.
That handkerchief isn't mine.

It belongs to my wife.

You must've dropped it.

I don't know I saw it
at your feet.
I, I thought it was yours.

-But, but indeed,
it was also at your feet.
-There you are.

-Honest mistake.
-Which reveals dishonesty.

[horse neighs]

[sighs] You've put me
in an awkward position.

I am sorry I didn't mean
to offend you.

Of course you didn't mean to.

You think I am afraid of you,
monsieur?

Perhaps you're a fool.

An intelligent man
would be afraid.

[chuckles] Then I am a fool.

Yeah, as I thought as much.

Monsieur, you are wrong
to humiliate me.

[chuckles]

Listen here, I only fight
when I have been forced to,

and always
with great reluctance.

But this matter is serious.

You have compromised
a woman's honor.

Me, monsieur? [laughs]

Rather than teaching you
how to live,

I shall teach you how to die.

[sighs loudly]

And where will this happen?

[mocks a sigh]
Midday, Rue des Carmes.

At your service.

Sorry, is one o'clock possible?

[wry laughter]

Take advantage
of the full hour of life
that I'm granting you.

Thank you.

[people chattering]

[suspenseful dramatic music]

[groans]

Oh, I, I am so sorry.
I thought you are someone else.

I am terribly sorry.
I thought I'd killed you.

-Not to worry, I'm used to it.
-I was confused, monsieur.

I mistook you for a man
who has been following me.

[breathing heavily]

It's nothing.

Constance.

-Constance Bonacieux.
-Pleasure. D'Artagnan.

-You are here
about the advertisement?
-Yes, that's right.

Which one was that?

The room for rent.

I'll take it.

All right. [chuckles]

Do you not need to see it,
then, monsieur?

Uh, uh, yes. No.

No. I... I've seen enough.
Thank you.

I think perhaps the blow
may have affected your vision.

-I hope you still have
the ability to hear.
-Yes.

The price is one livre a week
for the room.

-One livre for a week?
-That's right.

Well then,
this will cover four weeks.

Or four planks for my coffin.

-Did I hinge you that badly,
monsieur?
-No, not you.

It just that I must duel
three men in one hour.

But surely you'll be killed.

Perhaps.

But at the hands of a musketeer.

[slow, suspenseful music]

[flies buzzing]

[D'Artagnan]
What a lovely place to die.

I've often thought
the same thing.

We haven't been
formally introduced.

Athos de Sillègue d'Hauteville,

-Count de la Fère.
-Charles d'Artagnan de Gascony.

When I'm done with you,
I will be reviled
as murder of children.

[chuckles] And me
as the slayer of the elderly.

Do I look that weary to you?

I was under the impression
that you're honoring me

with this duel,
despite an injury.

If my right hand fails me...

...my left will suffice
to kill you.

I've notified two friends who
will serve as witnesses for me.

-What's he doing here?
-This man is your witness?

[Athos]
This is Porthos.

And the other is Aramis.

It is with Mr. D'Artagnan
that I should be dueling.

-But he is the one
I am gonna be fighting.
-But at noon.

And it is that at one o'clock
that I kill him.

[sighs]

Now listen... [clears throat]
Mr. Athos will kill me first,

Mr. Porthos after him, and...

-Aramis, my friend.
-...Aramis after that.

I beg your forgiveness
if I am unable
to please you all.

[wry laughter]

[all laughing]

How long ago did you arrive
in Paris, D'Artagnan?

I arrived this morning.

[everyone laughs]

[Athos]
Three duels in three hours
with three musketeers!

If I didn't have to kill you,
I'd invite you for a drink.

-Then you shall drink
to my health.
-[sword unsheathing]

[chuckles lightly]

[foreboding music]

[swords clash]

[chuckles lightly]

[horse neighs]

Athos. The Cardinal's guards.

They followed us.

[horses trotting]

Is there a fight here?
Duels have been forbid.

Throw down your swords
and follow us!

My sword doesn't like dust,
Jussac.

If you want it,
you'll have to come and take it.

Calm down, old friend.
They are seven and we are three.

Athos already has one foot
in the grave.

Yes, leaving me
one to kick you in the ass!

Monsieurs, you said
that you were three.

-But it seems to me
that we are four.
-[laughs]

-Would mind killing this man?
He annoys me.
-[laughs]

Well, gentlemen?
Have you decided to decide
what it's going to be?

[tense music]

[Athos]
Wait, just a moment.

We're simply instructing
this young cadet

at the request
of Captain de Tréville.

Hm?

-All for one!
-[groaning]

-[Aramis] One for all!
-[gunshots]

[man screams]

[panting]

[gunshots continue]

[men grunting and groaning]

-[groans]
-[horse neighs]

-[grunting]
-[muffled distortion]

[choking]

[men groaning and grunting]

[coughs, breathing heavily]

[gunshots]

[men screaming]

[exclaims loudly]

[tense dramatic music]

[exclaims]

[men grunting and groaning]

-Wait. Are you not the brother
of Lucie de Maupin?
-Leave my sister out of this!

Away with you!
I don't want to break
her heart a second time.

Run before I change my mind!

[grunts, panting]

What day is it today?
I want this mam to know
the date of his death.

It's Sainte Roxanne Day.
The seventh.

The seventh it is.

[both grunting]

[dramatic music]

[grunting continues]

[panting]

I'm still only a cadet.

But I'll kill you
when I'm a musketeer.

-[Athos] D'Artagnan!
-[screaming]

-[sword swishes]
-[squelches]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[music intensifies]

This rivalry between our forces

is ridiculous
and a waste of time.

We can't allow the nobles
to kill each other
with war approaching.

Restrain your soldiers,
and I'll restrain mine.

[guard]
The King!

Now then, so here are,
uh, the devils...

...whom I must scold.

They stand contrite
and repentant

and offer their apologies.

You do not duel out
your own justice.

That is a right reserved for me.

And me alone.

Sire. We beg your forgiveness.

[inhales sharply,
exhales loudly]

-Who is this child?
-[Cardinal] D'Artagnan,
Your Majesty.

So you're the one that,

mm, gave the fatal
sword thrust to Jussac?

Yes, Majesty.

Well, "gave" is, uh...

I prefer to say I lent it,
but he couldn't give it back.

[clears throat]

You seem to be very arrogant,
young man.

It's all the wealth I have.

And I place it wholly
at the service of Your Majesty.

Well then, save it for me...

...instead of spending it all
at once.

Twenty men in two days
is too much.

-Mm.
-[Louis XIII] At that rate,
His Eminence the Cardinal

will be forced to replenish
his company in three weeks.

Find some proper clothes
for this poor young man.

I am warning you,
the King's feet are not...

...made for walking backward.

-Hm?
-[inhales sharply]

The next man who fights

will rot in the galleys.

I've never personally been
there, but I hear they are worse
in England.

[doors open]

[people chattering]

-So you are not dead then?
-No, I am sorry.

-You are going to have
to take me in. [chuckles]
-What a shame.

I had already ordered the planks
for your coffin.

Keep them handy, Madame.

It's no sure thing this man
will live to see tomorrow.

[festive music playing]

-You're a wealthy man now.
-Mm. Mm.

My father always said
that money is good servant,
but a terrible master.

-Your father was right.
This round's on you.
-[laughs]

[people chattering]

-Thank you.
-To your health!

[Porthos laughs]
That poor girl
has got a chance.

Aramis is a man of principles.

-Then she is married?
-[Porthos] No, that's it!

Aramis is a Jesuit, torn
between Church and the army.

At dawn,
he wants to be a general.
And at dusk, a bishop!

With married women,
both are possible.

-[D'Artagnan] And Athos?
-[Porthos] He has his demons.

He tries to drown them
in liquor, but over time,
they've learnt to swim.

[people chattering]

[music continues playing]

[muted]

Aramis.

-[laughter]
-Whatever Porthos tells you
is a lie.

Well, actually,
he was telling me, uh,
that you're a gentleman.

There you go.
I'm anything but gentle.

Be careful, D'Artagnan.

If Porthos takes you
under his wing,

it's so he can tuck you
into his nest.

Mm?

-And so you prefer...
-[Porthos] And why not?

I like anything I can put
in my bed or on my plate.

-And that's a lot.
-But only fools do
I refuse to eat or fornicate.

-Too bad. You never go hungry!
-[laughter]

A fine leg is a fine leg!

-[laughing]
-[men singing in French]

[screams]

[singing along]

Come, my friend.

[slow orchestral music]

[background laughter]

[inaudible chatter]

Uh, good morning.

Did, uh--
Good morning, did you...

Did you sleep well?
Good morning, Constance.

Good morning, Constance.
Good morning, Constance.

[sighs]

[tense music]

[heavy breathing]

[man]
Hey, hey!

Come.

-[Athos] No! No!
-[man] Come here! Do it!

Your honor, Athos d'Hauteville,
Count de la Fère,

fought in Flanders
against the united provinces,

in Bavaria
against the Holy Empire,

and in the Palatinate,
in Lombardy and in Savoie.

He has seen more battles
than there are spectators
in this room.

His place is not here,

but on a pedestal.

[cheering]

[banging gavel]

I thank you, Captain,
but my role is
not judge statues.

But rather to judge men.

Count, you are from one of
the country's greatest families.

But your blood and all titles

do not protect you,
on the contrary.

A man born into nobility
has a duty to show himself
worthy of his status.

Your brother,
Benjamin de la Fère,

is known to be an advocate
of La Rochelle's cause.

Are you Protestant as well?

Yes, I am, Your Honor.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in God,
the King, and France.

-[applause]
-[bangs gavel]

[judge]
In the gospel
according to Saint John,

when Jesus faces
Pontius Pilate, he says,

"I came into this world
to bear witness to the truth."

-To which Pilate responds--
-"But what is truth?"

[judge]
Precisely.

You were arrested this morning,

intoxicated, covered in blood,
a dagger in hand.

An unknown young woman lay
brutally stabbed in your bed.

It is now my turn to ask you
for the truth.

Did you kill this woman?

Did you kill this woman?

[hesitates] I don't know.

[audience gasps]

He can't lie
like the rest of us?

[judge]
You don't know?

No.

[suspenseful music]

And I will not lie
simply to avoid death.

I don't love life
enough for that.

[judge] Count, the richest
legacy a knight can leave behind
is his example.

Your life is such an example.

Your death will be
an even finer one.

-[audience exclaims]
-When a crime
is punishable by death,

the commoners are hanged
and a noble is beheaded.

Knight Athos d'Hauteville,
Count de la Fère,

this tribunal sentences you
to have your head severed
by the sword

-this Monday
in the Place de Grève.
-[people heckling]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[gavel banging]

We wish to appeal this judgment!

Fine. You have four days
to submit proof of innocence
or a royal pardon.

-May God be with you.
-[audience clamoring]

If Athos refuses to defend
himself, we will do it for him.

Find out who this woman was
and why she was in Athos' bed.

It's our only hope.

[slow, intriguing music]

[exhales]

[both sigh]

-Tsk.
-Hmm?

[chuckles lightly]

[says prayer in Latin]

No ring, no necklaces, nothing.

The only thing I found on her
were the stab wounds.

-A prostitute?
-[man] Look at how delicate
her hand is.

This woman never
worked a day in her life.

-All right?
-A merchant's wife, or a noble.

May I see her face?

[rising suspenseful music]

That's the woman
who tried to kill me!

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[music intensifies]

I did nothing.

I did nothing!

You? I thought you were dead!

[breathing heavily, groans]

[crow cawing]

I swear I never saw them before.

Quite. I said quite. Now dig.

[intriguing music]

[men coughing]

[Aramis]
Nothing. We'll never know
who these men are.

[coughing]

He wore a signet ring?

[breathing nervously]

Hey!

[suspenseful music]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

-Was aiming for the other leg.
-[chuckles]

[grunts, panting]

We know you took it.

Where is the signet ring?

I need to know who that man was.

[man whimpering]

-[Aramis shushes]
-[crying]

[tense music]

[scraping]

-Oh! What are you doing?
-I can't stand
dirtying my blade.

You'll go to hell.

I can't stand torture.

Everyone hates it.
If they didn't,
no one would talk.

[suspenseful music]

[man]
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.
Pray for us poor--

-Do you fear God?
-[groans, breathing heavily]

If God were hovering above us
right now, and didn't like
what I was doing,

He'd streak me down
with the lightning.

-But look how clear the sky
is today.
-Mercy.

[man weeping]

[loud shouts]

What's he doing to him?

-Talking.
-Just talking?

[shouts continue]

-Aramis' words
are worse than blows.
-[sighs]

There are three rings.
That idiot doesn't remember
which one was which.

Three helmets figured with gold,
the Brissac Argis family.

A crowned Lion with three roses,
the Dardel de Luzinais family.

An Eagle with two crossed
swords, the Valcour family.

[inhales sharply]
We're three fingers from finding
out who our man was.

And who was the woman
he was with?

Tomorrow, at dawn,
we'll knock on their doors.

With Lord's help,
we'll save Athos' head.

[gloomy music]

[dramatic music]

[waves crashing]

[wind whistling]

Welcome to France,
Lord Buckingham.
The crossing was smooth I trust?

Almost too smooth.

I wasn't expecting to see you
before La Rochelle.

Nor was I.

But the Queen's invitations
can't be refused.

[dramatic music continues]

[gunshot]

What troubles you, Sire?

You're here, but I sense that
your thoughts are elsewhere.

[Louis XIII]
Gaston received a letter
from his betrothed yesterday.

He read it to his men

so that he could mock
the words of love
from a 16-year-old girl.

She must harden herself.

Gaston is not tender.

[bird wings flapping]

[gunshot]

-[dog barks]
-[people applauding]

I believe that what
your brother desires

cannot be fulfilled
by a marriage.

[Louis XIII]
I sometimes find myself wishing
I were no longer King

and that he were King instead.

[dog barking]

Louis,

it is God's will
that you are King.

I should accompany you
later to Val-de-Grâce.

Father Arnoux
has always provided me
with wise counsel.

He'd ease my mind.

If that is Your Majesty's wish,
I'd be delighted.

No. Another time, perhaps.

I hope you will return quickly,
after your confession.

Madame.

[somber orchestral music]

[music dramatizes]

[people chattering]

[orchestral music intensifies]

[thudding]

[background chatter]

[knocks]

-What do you want?
-Morning. [clears throat]

I'd like to see
Master of the house,
the Count de Valcour.

-He's not here.
-Wait. I have something
that belongs to him.

I shall see if the Milady
the Countess can receive you.
Follow me.

[footsteps]

Isabelle de Valcour, enchantée.

If you please.

[door closes]

I am terribly sorry
to trouble you, Madame.

On the contrary.
I bless anyone who distracts me
for my solitude.

[D'Artagnan chuckles lightly]

Your face looks familiar.
Do we know each other perhaps?

Um...

I'm sure that
had I already met you,

I would certainly
not have forgotten it.

I, I've recently arrived
from Gascony.

My name is D'Artagnan.

[sighs]

Forgive my poor manners.
Do have a sit, monsieur.

-Thank you.
-[coughing]

I'm... [coughs]
I've been isolated in here
for months to cure fever.

I've forgotten
all my social graces.

Oh, I hope with my soul
that you're now cured, Madame.

I shall survive, apparently.

What can I do for you?

Yes, I am sorry. Um...

I came into possession of...
of this a short time ago.

And I need to know
who it belongs to.
It's very important.

Please may I?

This...

This is Tancrède's signet ring!

-Tancrède?
-My brother.

-Where is he, Madame?
-In the country,
buying some horses.

He'll be delighted.
It was stolen from him
last month,

he's been inconsolable.

[soft tense music]

[gulps] Last month?

You seem disappointed, monsieur.

No, no, I... It's nothing.

I'm very happy for your brother,
but somewhat disappointed
that my trail ends here.

This is all very mysterious.

[softly] It is, indeed.

I, uh, I must
take leave, Madame.
I must return to my friends.

[chuckles lightly]

They were perhaps luckier
than me.

[chuckles nervously] I...

I am infinitely grateful to you
for going out of your way.

You have done me
a great service.

The pleasure is mine.

I assure you that it's not.

I will find my way,
uh, my own way out.

My respects, Madame.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

[footsteps]

[soft suspenseful music]

[music dramatizing]

[woman]
Monsieur.

-[gunshot]
-[groans in pain]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[panting]

[panting]

Bonjour, Madame.

Bonjour, monsieur.

I, uh, I've need
of your sewing talents.

What do you need sewing?

Uh, me.

Come with me.

-[D'Artagnan groans softly]
-You're lucky.

A few inches more,
and your heart
would have been hit.

It already has.

[chuckles softly]

You're quick to speak of love,
monsieur.

I don't recall saying anything
about love.

[groans in pain]

Now be quite, or next time
it'll be your mouth I sew.

As you wish. [chuckles]

Voilà.

Thank you.

I need you to stop moving
please.

I'm not moving.

-There, you're just moved again.
-But, really, I, I didn't move.

Perhaps it's just
my heart beating in my chest.

[sighs]

If you continue looking
at me like that,

I, uh, I, I won't be able
to finish treating you.

Well maybe, I, I'll look away,
and that will make easier.

Would this make it easier?
Huh, I know. Now we can relax.

[chuckles]

[soft tense music]

Where did you get that?

-Isabelle de Valcour house.
-You know her?

No, she was murdered
a few days ago.

Another woman took her place
and just tried to kill me.

-The, uh, Queen must be warned.
-The Queen?

Get up. Isabelle de Valcour
was the messenger
for the Duke of Buckingham.

A trap was set for them. Come.

[people chattering]

[tense dramatic music]

[knocks]

Wait for me here.

[soft rattling]

-Father Arnoux.
-It is an honor
to welcome you here, My Lord.

If you please, follow me.

[gloomy violin music]

[fire crackling]

[heavy breathing]

[giggling]

[laughing] This is madness.

I would risk my life
and my honor to be with you
for a second.

-This is so dangerous.
-I know. I know.

I came as soon as
I received your invitation.

-My invitation?
-[breathing heavily]

My invitation?

No.

Where are your men?

-[gunshot]
-[gasps]

[men clamoring]

-[bell dinging]
-Wha--?

-[gunshot]
-[Anne gasps]

[exclaiming in fear]

[tense music]

[gasping]

[man screams]

[panting]

[men grunting]

-[gunshot]
-[gasps]

[grunting continues]

[dramatic music]

Come on!

[screaming]

[groans]

[men grunting and groaning]

[Duke]
Have no fear, Madame,
it's my life they want!

-[gunshot]
-[groans]

[gunshots]

[grunts]

It's him! He kidnapped
the Countess de Valcour!

Leave her.

[men grunting and groaning]

[panting]

[groans lightly]

I read the fear of losing me
in your eyes.

If your love for me
means your death,

I do not want
to live another day!

[Duke]
If you weep for me,
then you do love me.

I am loyal to my King.
I am his wife.

And I shall never betray him.

You must forget me,
and you must forget this love.

[softly] Ask me never to return,
and I shall obey.

If you'll give me some token
in return,

so that I can be sure
I wasn't dreaming.

If I give you what you ask for,
will you do what I'm asking you?

Immediately.

[tense melancholic music]

Leave and never come back.

I beseech you.

[kisses]

[horse trotting away]

[sighs]

[gulps]

[exhales]

[clears throat]

We are, henceforth,
linked by a secret.

My life will never be
long enough to, to thank you.

But if someday day you should
help from the Queen of France,

she'll be there for you.

I'm afraid, Your Majesty,
that such day is nearer
than you think.

This Val-de-Grâce conspiracy
has claimed another victim.

A musketeer who soon may loses
his head for a crime
he didn't commit.

[suspenseful music]

[approaching horse steps]

[Constance]
Well?

[D'Artagnan]
Well, uh, it was terrible

and wonderful at the same time.

They were there clinging
to each other, trembling.

She gave him
the diamond necklace.

And The Duke of Buckingham
then said something
very, very beautiful,

right before he left.

"I leave you now,

but I will keep you
in my heart."

-That's very sad.
-Yes.

You are quite right.
She should have kissed him.

You are putting words
in my mouth, monsieur.

[chuckles lightly]

[both chuckle]

Thank you.

Her life is not her own.

She's the Queen of France.

Yes.

But you, my dear, are not.

[softly] Constance.

-[chuckles]
-I can see that
I touched your heart.

-You're blushing.
-No!

-You are.
-You're mistaking my blushing.

[chuckles]

It's simply modesty
from your compliments.

No.

[Constance chuckles]

[sighs]

[chuckles, sighs]

Good night.

-That's not that way.
-I know.

[chuckles]

[hisses]

[door closes]

What did you do yesterday
at the Val-de-Grâce?

I saw Father Arnoux.

Was it not perhaps...

...Buckingham who wore the robe?

What? What would you say that?

What everyone is saying
in Paris.

Was it perhaps Santé Cardinal
who reported

-this vicious calumny?
-No matter.

You didn't answer me?

What does this servant
accuse me of?

Having... giving your diamond
necklace to the Englishman.

[sighs]

[Anne]
It's right here.

Open the box...

...if you have such very
little faith in me.

Go on.

Look inside.

Show me how a little respect
you have for me.

If the word of wife means

far less than that
of any commentator.

[soft tense music]

[Anne softly]
Go on.

[sighs]

All right.

But to quell the rumors,

next Saturday,
at Gaston's wedding,

you shall wear your necklace.

Very well,

Sire, if that is your desire.

And about your musketeer,

he killed a countess.

He will be beheaded.

That, too, is my desire.

[receding footsteps]

-[hammering]
-[men chattering]

[Cardinal]
You leave for London
this evening.

You will attend the first ball
and the Duke will be there.

He'll have the diamond necklace.

Buckingham is one of the best
protected men in all of England.

And therefore
you will be remunerated well.

Go to my treasurer, he will see
to it that you are paid.

You'll receive as much again
if you return before Saturday

in time for Gaston's wedding.

[scoffs]

[Milady]
The King has not pardon
his musketeer.

He's more preoccupied
by his own fate
than that of his own men.

I'm much like him.

Do not disappoint me.

I regret not being able
to attend this execution.

Bring me back the necklace...

...and it'll be the Queen's
execution you will attend.

[ominous music]

[hammering]

We can't let them do this!

No one meets out justice
in place of the King,

nor is anyone exempted from it.

But he is innocent!

It's over.

We can do nothing for Athos.

[gloomy music]

[scribbling]

[Athos]
My dear friends, do not be sad.

This is a beautiful day to die.

I gave all I had while I lived,

nothing remains for death
to take from me.

[gate opens]

Aramis, I leave you my rosary.

I'm sure
you'll make good use of it.

[music continues]

Porthos, I leave you my watch.

I know it'll please you.

D'Artagnan, to you,
whom I did not fully
have the pleasure of knowing,

I leave you my sword.

I'm convinced
you'll use it well.

We were the three musketeers.

And now, thanks to you,
D'Artagnan...

...you will still be three.

My friends, I depart
with a light heart

with my head held high,

and proud to have fought
by your side.

[slow dramatic music]

Farewell. Long live the King.

And long live France.

[locks door]

[horse neighs]

[horses trotting]

[man clamoring]

[horse neighs]

[people clamoring]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[swords clashing]

Stand back! Stand back!

-[explosion]
-[people screaming]

[strained grunts]

[man]
Get up.

This side, move.

-Move.
-[Athos groans]

[man]
Go on, move.

-[Athos panting]
-[choir chanting]

[grunts]

[Catholic chanting continues]

[man]
This way.

Stand aside!

[tense music]

This is sedition.

-I'd forbidden it.
-I swear to you, Captain,

on my head and those
of my comrades, this was not us.

I know of only one man
in this country capable of
taking such risks to save Athos.

[gasps]

[heavy breathing]

Benjamin.

Benjamin!

I told you that
we'd meet in hell.

Brandicourt. Saint-Blancard.

Your brother managed
to convince us that
you were worth saving.

I never would have thought
I'd be so happy
to see you again!

[chanting resumes]

Catholic chants?

Have you converted?

To defeat one's enemy,
one must know him well.

[chuckles]

Benjamin de la Fère,
Athos' brother.

-Good friend
of Horace Saint-Blancard.
-Who's this Saint-Blancard?

Leader of the Protestants
rebels in La Rochelle.

[gates opening]

[approaching horses]

[swords unsheathing]

[horses snorting]

[Captain]
What is this, Captain?

An edict
from Cardinal de Richelieu.

Close the gates!

[Catholic chanting]

Since they couldn't make
Catholic out of you,

they chose to cut off
your Protestant head.

Tréville could do nothing
for you, nor could your King.

It's Richelieu.
He alone governs this country.

We'll create
a Protestant republic.

Independent.

Join us.

Join your people.

We'll strike at the heart
of the realm.

The war approaches.
Choose your side.

[chanting continues]

[soft suspenseful music]

We stand accused
of having freed Athos.

No one is allowed to leave here.

-[clamoring]
-Silence!

I will go see the King
and plead our cause.

Aramis, Porthos,
De Quillac, and Bercquet,

if anyone so much as twitches,
run him through.

Uzan and Ventadour, with me.

This lockdown applies
only to musketeers.

Go on home, D'Artagnan.

[men murmuring]

[tense music]

[people chattering]

Keep on walking.

Follow me.

To England?

You're my last hope.

The Cardinal will do anything
to bring down the Queen.

I wish you courage,
but above all, be prudent.

Your wish is my command.
I'll leave right away.

Wait. Here.

For your journey.

My potential payment
is already quite high.

You may fall in love with me
if I succeed.

Fear not.

I'll return with the necklace.

[dramatic music]

[music subsides]

[tree branch snaps]

[tree branch snaps]

[metal clangs]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music]

-[sword swooshes]
-[gasps, grunting]

[grunts, panting]

[grunts]

[panting]

-[thuds]
-[groans]

[breathing heavily]

Athos?

-[grunts]
-So, this is how you fight
with my sword?

[sword sheaths back]

How did you find me?

-Mademoiselle Bonacieux.
-Mmm.

Beware of love, D'Artagnan.
It's worse than a musket.

You've never been in love?

Look around you.
All misery comes from love.

I don't want to believe that,

that love will always
lead us on the wrong path.

Let me tell you a story.

That happened to you?

No.

A friend of mine. Close one.

Long ago. A young count.

...while out walking
on his estate,
he met a young woman.

She didn't attract him.

-She dazzled him.
-[chuckles lightly]

She was a beauty,
so pure. [sniffles]

He could have seduced her,
or forced himself on her.

And even though he'd been
to war, his heart was still...

...noble...

...and sincere.

[emotional music]

She hated large crowds
and high society.

They were married in secret,
without their families.

And they lived like that
for more than a year.

In seclusion,
alone in the world.

They were happy.

Happy in...

...in way that cannot last.

This young count had a brother.

And the time came
when the brother got married.

It was impossible for him
not to attend the wedding.

And this time, his young wife
had agreed to accompany him.

When he introduced her
to his brother...

...the brother turned pale.

[sniffles]

He thought he'd recognized
this woman

as someone he once met in Paris.

[soft suspenseful music]

That night in their bedroom,

the beauty confessed everything.

She was indeed the woman
the brother recognized.

Or rather no longer that woman.

She was on the run.

She had married a marquis
at the age of 15

and had been subjected
to the vilest mistreatment.

And one night,
when he tried to get from her,

what she no longer wanted
to give,

she defended herself.

And killed him.

Terrified and convinced
she would be condemned,

she went on the run
under a false identity

and thus began her life of lies.

[D'Artagnan]
But what did the Count do?

Oh, the Count?

The Count was a great noble man.

[sniffles]

And on his land,
it felt him to enforce the law.

His many titles and his rank
meant everything to him.

And he handed over
the fugitive to be judged.

She was convicted
and condemned to be branded...

...and put to death.

[music increases]

[woman screaming]

[gloomy cello tone]

[fire crackling]

[orchestral music swelling]

[distant seagulls calling]

[crowd chattering]

-[D'Artagnan whispers] Well?
-There are enough soldiers here

to embark on a Crusade
to Jerusalem.

-"Please, can we have
the necklace?", won't work?
-[scoffs]

This here will have to suffice.

[people chattering]

[classical music playing]

[people oohing]

[applauding]

[cheering continues]

[dramatic suspenseful music]

[chattering]

[cheering, applause]

[ball music playing]

I see some irony in the choice
of your costume, sir.

[chuckles lightly] Really?

As the God of seas, it would
be so easy to invade France.

[both chuckle]

Do I know you, Harlequin?

[speaking in Italian]

-Lady of Spain?
-[laughs]

[speaks in Spanish]

[speaks in German]

[speaks in French]

-[groans lightly]
-I need a drink.

[tense music]

[horses trotting]

[dramatic music]

[people chattering]

[soft ball music playing]

The calm after the storm.

-Or perhaps before the storm.
-[both chuckle]

[suspenseful music]

[chuckles] Oh, you drink
like someone who has something
to forget.

-Neptune.
-Huh.

If only it worked.

[music swells]

[people cheering]

[people astonished]

[dramatic suspenseful music]

-[people chattering]
-[laughing]

[ball music playing]

[soft chuckle]

[sinister music]

[Milady moans]

-[distant shouting]
-[gunshot]

[grunts, sighs deeply]

Don't go anywhere.

[people screaming]

-You need to let me pass.
Lord Buckingham.
-[Duke] Stand down.

I know this man.
And I was just starting
to enjoy this party.

[people chattering]

[ball music resumes playing]

Has something happened
to the Queen?

By order of the King,

this Saturday coming

at the wedding
of Gaston de France,

the Queen must wear
a diamond necklace
that you know quite well.

The King's will shall be done.

[tense music]

You're a fool, George! A woman.

Ravishing,
dark hair and light eyes
in a Harlequin costume.

You, you. With me!

[D'Artagnan]
Stop her!

[people chattering
at a distance]

[Milady panting]

[Athos grunts]

-[D'Artagnan] Cease her!
-[horses neighing]

[music intensifies]

[dramatic percussive music]

[Milady grunting]

-[D'Artagnan yells]
-[both groan]

[both panting]

The necklace.

I seem to keep running into you.

Do I please you so?

The necklace!

[heavy breathing]

Who are you working for, Madame?

The devil, most likely.

There's a bright spark
in your eyes, D'Artagnan.

And with that spark,

I shall kindle the flame
that will devour you up.

[D'Artagnan]
No!

[dramatic music]

[approaching footsteps]

Your Eminence.
The ship has arrived in Calais,
but she was not aboard.

[low dark music]

This way, monsieurs.

You will thank our friend
for me.

The mysterious ways of the Lord
are decidedly inscrutable.

[dramatic music builds]

Are you ready for the most
important moment of your life?

-[Gaston] Eminence.
-Monsieur.

[dramatic music continues]

[guard]
The King awaits you,
Your Majesty.

[Constance]
I am truly sorry, Your Majesty.

-[man] Go!
-[people chattering]

-Eminence,
have you seen my noble brother?
-Yes.

Did he look like he forgave me
for marrying him off?

-He looked
as if he was heading to battle.
-[sighs]

He'll soon learn that marriage
is a war with no winner.

Because everyone triumphs.

[doors open]

[suspenseful music]

Your Majesty's beauty
is overwhelming.

[Louis XIII]
Madame.

Why are you not wearing
your diamond necklace?

I plan to wear it
this evening at the ball.

[Louis XIII]
That was a bad plan.

Go, get it now.

But your brother awaits us.

Let him wait.

[people chattering]

[daunting music]

[Anne groans]

[woman]
Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Madame, a young man is asking
for you at the service entrance.

He says it's urgent.

He's here!

[dramatic music accelerating]

Tell me you have it.

-Tell me.
-I have it.

-Here.
-Thank you, Lord.

"Lord" is perhaps too much.
"My love" will suffice.

[chuckles] You never give up,
do you, monsieur?

-Constance?
-Yes?

I...

[panting]

Te-- Tell me, uh...

...you do not love me.

Tell me, tell me,
"D'Artagnan, I do not love you,"
and I promise that I--

[fast-paced violin music]

That was simply to shut you up.

-[people chattering]
-You.

[cheerful dramatic music]

You were quite right, Eminence.
It was nothing but calumny.

The Queen deserved
not my wrath but my faith.

[Louis XIII]
Thank you.

[ceremonial percussive music]

[percussive music concludes]

[people chattering]

[people whispering]

D'Artagnan.

-There you are?
-Yes.

We thought you were dead.
Where were you?

-In England.
-What?

With Athos.

[Catholic chanting]

[Catholic chanting continues]

[organ music playing]

[music ends]

[gentle music]

[Catholic chanting resumes]

[applause]

[Benjamin]
To defeat one's enemy,
one must know him well.

We'll strike at the heart
of the realm.

[Catholic chanting continues]

[foreboding music]

[priest] Gaston de France,
Duke of Orléans,
Valois and d'Anjou,

do you accept to take
as your wife

Marie de Bourbon,
Duchesse of Montpensier?

I accept.

[Priest]
Marie de Bourbon,
Duchesse of Montpensier,

do you accept to take
as your husband

Gaston de France,
Duke of Orléans,

-Valois and d'Anjou?
-[Marie] I accept.

[dramatic music]

[priest]
In the name of the Father,
in the name of the Son,

and in the name
of the Holy Church...

...I pronounce
you husband and wife.

Shooter! Shooter!

[all screaming]

[gunshot]

[Athos]
Protect the King.

[all clamoring]

-No, no! No!
-Back up!

Protect the King!
The monks! The monks!

Look out!

[gunshot]

[people continue clamoring]

[gunshots]

[Athos]
I said back up.

[gunshot]

[men grunting, groaning]

[cries]

[gunshot]

[screams]

-Get down.
-[gunshots]

[people clamoring]

[grunts]

[Athos]
Come, Sire!

[Porthos]
Move aside! Move aside!

[people continue clamoring]

[commotion stops, silence]

[faint thundering]

And Count Montecler d'Auvigné?

He died two days ago, Sire.

And Beaulieu de Verricourt?

Bullet to the temple.
He will not survive.

The prisoners?

Achille Brandicourt
and Nicolas Beaumont.

Protestant extremists
from La Rochelle.

They were carrying coded letters
which we will decipher.

I'll interrogate them myself.

They'll reveal
their accomplices.

I shall count on your talents
as confessor, Eminence.

[faint tense music]

[clock ticking]

In the meantime, prepare
the troops for La Rochelle.

They do not want my peace.

We shall see
how they prefer my war.

We will take back the city
from the Protestants.

Now I must go.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[dramatic music]

For exceptional service,

render to the Crown of France,

I name you Charles d'Artagnan

Lieutenant in the company
of the Musketeers.

I shall be worthy of this honor,
Your Majesty.

Armand de Sillègue
d'Athos d'Hauteville,

Count de la Fère...

...I owe you my life, monsieur.

And by this act, I repay you.

You are now pardoned
and immediately restored
to you rank

in the corps of Musketeers.

This life you give me back,
I'd sacrifice for you again,
Sire.

You may now rise, monsieurs.

Monsieurs, I present
the famous three musketeers...

...who are now four musketeers!

-[cheers, applause]
-[crowd] Bravo, bravo.

[man]
Long live the King!
Long live the musketeers!

-[orchestral music]
-[cheering continues]

[man]
Long live the Queen!
Long live the King!

[cheering]

Long live the musketeers.

-Your Majesty.
-D'Artagnan.

I have no title to offer you

just my eternal gratitude.

-And that is the most
beautiful gift I could hope for.
-No.

By risking her own life,
Constance Bonacieux
was my messenger.

Today, it's my turn to be hers.

She'll be expecting you
at ten o'clock tonight,

at the Auberge du Chapeau Rouge.

Do not be late, Musketeer.

[gentle orchestral music]

I'm finished.
You can go to Her Majesty.

[man muffled]
Do not worry. You are gonna
have everything under control.

We will succeed in making
the Protestants of France
objects of public hatred.

Everything is going
according to plan.

But Protestants in France
will be revealed
for what they are,

the traitors.

They were unsuccessful
as you saw,

but the King will not able
to escape death forever.

You are now the puppet master,
controlling the strings.

You have your war.
Soon you'll have the country.

Do not worry about the prisoner.

Our friend
will take care of him.

By the grace of God,
your hour has come.

[exclaims in fear]

[receding footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[gasps, muffled screams]

[Constance screaming]
No! No! No!

Help me! D'Artagnan!

-No! No! No!
-Constance!

[Constance]
No! No!

Let me go!

-[panting]
-Help!

No!

-No!
-[horse trotting away]

[D'Artagnan groans]

[ominous music]

[music intensifies]

[music concludes]

[soft tense music]

Your Eminence?

Now that I have received
instructions
regarding your enemy,

may I express a few words
regarding mine?

What are we talking about?

The musketeers.

[dramatic music]

[music turns soft]

[soft suspenseful music]

[music turns ominous]

[suspenseful music]

[music fading out]