All language subtitles for Les.Trois.Mousquetaires.Milady.2023.1080p.BluRay

D’ARTAGNAN HEADED TO PARIS,
DREAMING OF BECOMING A MUSKETEER.

THANKS TO MEETING
ATHOS, PORTHOS AND ARAMIS,

HIS WISH WAS FULFILLED.

HIS NEW LIFE IS ONE FULL OF DANGERS,

WORST OF WHICH IS RICHELIEU’S SPY,
THE MYSTERIOUS MILADY DE WINTER.

When did you arrive in Paris, D’Artagnan?

This morning.

Three duels
with three musketeers in three hours.

If I didn’t have to kill you,
I’d buy you a drink.

Drink to my health.

Constance.
I can see I’m touching your heart.

Beware of love, D’Artagnan.

Have you never loved?

She was so beautiful, so pure.

She was on the run.

Married at 15 to a marquis,
she was subjected to abject horrors.

She defended herself,

was tried

and sentenced to be branded.

Then hanged.

- Who do you work for, ma’am?
- The devil, probably.

There’s a spark in your eyes, D’Artagnan.

And from that spark,

I’ll light a blaze to devour you.

FRANCE IS A LAND DIVIDED: CATHOLIC ROYALISTS
AND PROTESTANT REPUBLICANS.

PLOTS, MURDER, TREASON.

THE COUNTRY IS ON THE BRINK
OF CIVIL WAR.

Your brother, Benjamin de la Fère,
is known to be

an advocate
of the La Rochelle cause.

Benjamin!

We’ll found a Protestant republic.

We’ll strike the kingdom at its heart.

War is coming. Choose your side.

Gaston de France,
do you take as your wife Marie de Bourbon?

I do.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Shooter! Protect the King!

The monks!

THE MUSKETEERS SAVED THE KING’S LIFE,

BUT THE ORGANIZERS OF THE ATTACK
REMAIN UNKNOWN.

POWERFUL FORCES PLOT IN THE SHADOWS,

STOPPING AT NOTHING
IN THEIR RISE TO POWER.

You have your war.
You’ll soon have the country.

By the grace of God,

your time has come, Master.

- Constance!
- D’Artagnan!

THE THREE MUSKETEERS - PART II: MILADY

Our prisoners Brandicourt and Beaumont,

the perpetrators of the attack
on His Majesty, have been found

murdered in their cells.

When did this happen?

This morning, sir.

And did they have time to confess?

Do we know how to decode their letters?

No, and I’m afraid that’s not all.

We wanted to question Abbot Rougon,
but he’s nowhere to be found.

Blood was found all over his chambers.

The mastermind of the plot
is eliminating his accomplices.

Sir,

I urge you to remain safely in Paris

until his identity is revealed.

But isn’t Paris
the most dangerous place to be, Captain?

Do you want His Majesty to go on the road
and face his enemies?

In this time of unrest,
the King and France must stand strong.

Sometimes it’s difficult to do your duty.

But it’s never
as difficult... as not doing it.

I’ll go to La Rochelle.

And Gaston shall command.

Tie up the one who’s alive,
I’ll interrogate him.

And give Abbot Rougon to the dogs.

...declare war on the Protestants.

Okay.

Very well. Go to the kitchen,
they’ll feed you.

Gather your strength,

you’ll need it before you face that vixen.

She didn’t say anything?

Not a word.

- They questioned her?
- Yes.

She bit him so hard,
she almost took his finger off.

She’ll talk to me.

- So will the musketeer.
- I’m sure they will.

Good night, Count.

Not a peep!

Let’s go see the prisoner.

And if I were you,
I’d try to avoid running into people.

- Do you know who I am?
- I have no idea.

Perhaps if you knew my name,
you wouldn’t be in such a hurry.

Then tell me.
Who is at the end of my dagger?

Henry of Talleyrand Périgord,
Count de Chalais,

head of the Catholic League.

That’s a lot of words
for such a small man.

I can make you a rich man

or a dead man.

I can only make you a dead man.

So don’t try anything funny. Come on!

Be quiet.

- Take us to the prisoner.
- Do as he says.

Go on.

Constance.

The keys.

Let’s go, let’s go!

What are you doing?

Check upstairs!

They are coming.

Give me that.

Hold them off.

It won’t hold.

Oh, no!
I’m afraid of dogs!

There they are! Catch them!

Find them

and bring me their heads in La Rochelle.

What’s so important?

The name of the man
who tried to kill the King.

Let me guess.

He’s tall, wears red, and has a goatee.

You’re so handsome.
It’s a shame you’re so stupid.

You could be nicer to the person
who saved your life.

You weren’t trying to save me,

you were trying
to save Constance Bonacieux.

Wait!

What?

She was kidnapped
because she saw the traitors.

Where is she?

Ask Chalais.

He has Constance.

What were you doing at Chalais’?

I was ordered to bring back evidence.

I was careless.

Do you know what it says?

Not yet.

If you keep your clothes on,
you’ll freeze to death.

Don’t worry about me.

If they come back, I need you alive.

Why would the head
of the Catholic League

be in league with Protestants?
It makes no sense.

Both sides want war.

Only the King wants peace.

And Richelieu?

Richelieu gets his power
from the King.

If the King falls, he falls with him.
Why would he want to kill him?

Are you embarrassed, D’Artagnan?

No...

I’m not embarrassed at all.

What are you afraid of?

Yourself?

Or me?

So presumptuous.

What makes you think I--

Your eyes.

Your voice.

Your body.

Everything.

I’m sorry,

but my heart belongs to Constance.

Stop.

- Stop.
- If you love her, forget about her.

Maybe you’ll save her life.

We’re killers, D’Artagnan,
whether we like it or not.

Where we are, death is too.

I’m not like you.

You know you are.

Let the devil take you.

Stop. Leave me alone.

Hey.

Where is she?

I don’t know.

Come on.

Hey!

Do you hear me, Milady de Winter?

I know you can hear me.

You left with something
that doesn’t belong to you.

I’ll give you ten seconds

to give back what you took from me.

Or your friend will pay with his life.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven...

I thought it was a bit long at the end.

You could have helped.

I didn’t hear him bark.

No hard feelings.

“No hard feelings.”

CASTLE OF DE LA FÈRE

Are you really going off to war?

Yes.

That’s why I came to see you,

to say goodbye.

If there wasn’t a war,
you wouldn’t have come?

Of course I would.

But your daddy’s a soldier, you know.

God chose for me.

But there’s also a burden.

A burden that I’m putting
on your little shoulders today.

Even if you didn’t ask for it.

You know, son,

I may not be coming back from La Rochelle.

You know that?

And if I die...

You’ll know that I didn’t die in vain...

That you can carry your name

with pride.

Because one day,
you will be the Count of La Fère.

Joseph!

HERE LIES ANNE DE BREUIL,
WIFE OF D’HAUTEVILLE, COMTESSE DE LA FÈRE

WHO DIED ON DECEMBER 5th, 1620, AGED 28.

Promise me you’ll come back. Promise me.

I promise.

I promise.

Where’s the other animal?

He had a mission that,
other than Porthos,

most people like to accomplish alone.

D’Artagnan is wrong.
Quantity doesn’t diminish quality.

Okay, I get it.

Sir.

What is it?

What are you doing? Aramis!

Aramis!

Aramis?

Mother writes that you’re pregnant.

- What’s this about?
- You can’t stay here.

- You’re in a convent.
- You didn’t tell me.

- Porthos?
- Mathilde!

How you’ve changed,
how pretty you are.

We were in the middle of a conversation.

- Fine.
- Come.

Hello, sisters.
Would one of you offer me hospitality?

I’m off to find some Christian charity
on one of your mattresses.

Is this one okay? Good.

Mathilde d’Herblay won’t be
an unmarried mother.

- Who’s the father?
- I don’t remember.

You don’t want to tell me? Fine.

I’d say three months, right?

Last June, you were at the estate.
Mother told me.

There was a party, right?

Who was there?
The eternal freeloaders, I suppose.

Barlinguais? No, his teeth are yellow.

Caudaveine is too old.

Mortemart’s wife is hideous.

- Is he the one who seduced you?
- No.

One of the Balestan brothers.

Don’t tell me my nephew is the son
of one of those degenerates.

Aren’t you expected somewhere?
I thought there was war.

A soldier.

He’s a soldier.

You always liked soldiers.

I know, Villeneuve de Radis.

Aramis!

Please, Porthos. Only you can stop him
from killing the father of my child.

- Where is he?
- He left for La Rochelle.

- Go on, get out of here.
- I’m mus--

Athos!

What happened to you, D’Artagnan?

Oh, more misfortune than you can imagine!

You’re making me thirsty. Come on.

I can’t listen until I’d had a drink.

Come on.

A very dear friend once told me,

“You are here, but your mind is elsewhere.”

You still haven’t heard
from Mademoiselle Bonacieux.

That’s right.

I’m worried about her.

But it’s you that makes my heart ache.

Someone tried to kill you.

The man you entrusted your destiny to
is not the man you think he is.

I don’t dare believe
you suspect the Cardinal Richelieu

of being an enemy of France, madam.

Trust no one.

Not even you?

If it protects you.

The King’s brother.

Look at this beauty!

How you resemble our Father.

I’m so proud you gave me this duty.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Ma’am.

I’ll be gone by tonight.

Promise me that
every day you’ll guard your life.

I promise.

I also promise to restore
your authority everywhere.

With kindness or blood.

Go.

Go join your troops

before I change my mind.

WAR CAMP OF LA ROCHELLE

I’m telling you,
it’s Chalais who took Constance.

He’ll say where she is,
or I’ll kill him.

D’Artagnan, calm down.

- Chalais isn’t just a soldier.
- That’s right, he’s a traitor.

I thought the musketeers
weren’t afraid of anyone.

He has 4,000 men under him.

Yeah, well, everything you know,
you heard from Milady de Winter, right?

Yeah.

Who, as a show of trust, shot you
and tried to steal Buckingham’s jewels.

She was Chalais’ prisoner.

She wanted this.

Athos.

Can you translate it?

- No, but...
- Then how do you know who he’s accusing?

Beware, D’Artagnan,
this woman has bewitched you.

I, for one, have heard enough.

I’m taking this letter
to Captain de Tréville.

Playing innocent, but picking the pockets
of young women at night.

Where’s the letter?

I don’t have it anymore.

I don’t want to trust you anymore.

Stop!

Stop!

- Where’s the letter?
- I told you, I don’t have it.

I can’t.

You’re Athos’ wife.

No!

Are you sure she’s dead?

“She”?

The young lady you told me about last time.

What are you talking about?

Milady De Winter.

She has a fleur-de-lis mark on her back.

She’s alive.

It’s impossible.

We’ve reinforced the ports
at Saint-Martin-de-Ré and Oléron.

We’ve taken the port at Fort Royal.

Our troops are scattered in five camps...

The Eagle Regiment in the north,
D’Alincourt in the south,

Champagne and Lorraine in the west
and Villequier in the east.

At this very moment, sire,
the citadel is surrounded.

What about the English?

Buckingham left Portsmouth with his ships.

They’ll be at La Rochelle in two days.
Three at the most.

If we push them back,
more ships will come.

Let’s focus on the city and burn it down.

And then?

Carcassonne?

Pau?

Castres?

Montauban?

We need to set an example.

Let every heretic in the kingdom know
what happens when they defy the King.

I want La Rochelle
to mark the end of the war,

not the start of a new one.

I don’t want French blood
to be needlessly shed.

We’ve surrounded the citadel,
cut it off from the world.

It will fall like ripe fruit.

- For you.
- Thank you.

So, did you find your officer?

Can I have some privacy? Be left alone?

Wait, Aramis,

what are you going to do
when you find Villeneuve de Radis?

- I’ll talk to him about Mathilde.
- And if he doesn’t want to?

I’ll do it anyway.

It’ll end badly.

We’ll talk about it quietly,
like two men from a good family.

I bet you 1,000 crowns
that you’ll challenge him to a duel.

- You don’t have 1,000 crowns.
- The important thing is that you do.

Do you?

Aren’t you afraid
of being within cannon’s range?

Knight d’Herblay, King’s Musketeer.

So this is the famous Aramis.
Carry on.

What brings you here, Knight?

A sweet, fragrant wind called Mathilde.

She wrote to me some time ago
saying she wanted to join a convent.

And?

She wrote a lot of things that made sense.

But nothing that would convince
my mind or shake my soul.

- I only have one sister. Captain.
- Then may I speak frankly to you?

- I thought you already were.
- I will not marry your sister.

I’d only get married for money –
and don’t get me wrong, I’m not rich, either –

but you’re not rich.

May your sister find solace.
Sorrows and pleasures are only temporary.

- And your honor?
- My honor is for the battlefield.

You leave me no other choice.
It’s either the altar

or a duel.

You owe me 1,000 crowns.

No.

- What do you mean, “no”?
- No.

You’re one of the kingdom’s
finest swordsmen.

And, if by miracle, I manage to kill you,
your friends will avenge you.

I give you my word that--

Your word... If you’re here,
it’s because words mean little.

- Defend yourself.
- Now, now.

You’re gentlemen.

I understand you wouldn’t want
each other as brothers-in-law.

But d’Herblay’s family is a great family,
in property, and in titles.

And you, sir, even if you have no fortune,
you must know nature bestowed you well.

I assure you. Blond hair.

Fair complexion, not to mention panache.

Who is this groom?

- Don’t talk to him like--
- What?

Quiet! We’re talking.

- Want to taste some of my lead?
- He’s mine.

- I said it first.
- Back off!

Look--

Hurry! The doctor...

What are you doing here?

What’s going on?

Mathilde, I swear
I had nothing to do with this.

No.

I just wanted to...

I’ll kill you!

- Calm down.
- Let go of me!

Villeneuve died a hero at the front.
He saved your brother’s life.

What?

He sensed the attack coming
and blocked it.

Isn’t that right, Aramis?

Yes.

He told us about your...

letter,

your long letter.

- Beautiful.
- Beautiful.

And before joining Christ, he said,

“May Mathilde find solace!
Sorrows and pleasures are...”

- Only temporary.
- “...only temporary!”

He was a man...

A man of honor.

I think you’re going the wrong way,
Musketeer.

- Rest assured, I know where I’m going.
- You’d better turn around.

You’re in my way, sir.
I’m trying to get through.

- Are you looking for trouble?
- If I was, I’d have found it already.

- I’m looking for you.
- May I know on whose behalf?

Captain de Tréville.

- Are you a musketeer?
- Why? Don’t I look like a musketeer?

- I don’t know. Are you a Gascon?
- Of course. From equatorial Gascony.

I thought I made myself clear.

Didn’t Athos convey my orders to you?

Oh, yes, of course.

- Athos conveyed your orders perfectly.
- They were?

No approaching the Count de Chalais.

Captain, he’s the traitor.

He’s the one who--
I know.

He’s part of the conspiracy,
but he’s not the leader.

No matter how powerful he is,
he would never attack the King alone.

The Count de Chalais will one day
answer for his actions.

But he will not answer to you.

Soldiers of France.

The English fleet approaches.

They’ll enter the bay after nightfall
to resupply the Protestants.

We have ships at Saint-Martin-de-Ré
and Oléron to catch them in the rear.

But we must prevent them
from landing at all costs.

At nightfall, you must sneak
into the citadel of La Rochelle,

cross the city and take control
of the chain tower’s cannons.

Two companies will have to volunteer.

A suicide mission with very few men.

There will be no reinforcements
and no chance to retreat.

Few will come back alive.

But this sacrifice
will not be in vain,

for it will be made
in the name of God, the King and France.

My lord.

Your Eminence.

An officer who,
through his military knowledge,

imagined such an attack would be possible,

told me of his fervent desire to go fight.

Who’s this brave man?

The Count de Chalais, sir.

Well, Count,
you shall lead this first charge.

You may take a step forward.

It is an honor, sir.

And who will be the...

Captain de Tréville.

When a night out on the town comes along,
the King’s Musketeers can’t miss it.

FORTRESS OF LA ROCHELLE

Here, this is for you.

Thank you, Vedi.

Take the Bible.

LA ROCHELLE - ISLE OF RÉ

They’ll attack tonight.

Musketeers. You’re soldiers to die.

I’m taking you to where we die.

- All for one...
- and one for all.

Let’s go.

Go.

Let’s go.

Lay down your weapons.

You’re surrounded, Captain.

You promised your men death.

One move, and your promise will be kept.

Gentlemen, welcome.

Sir.

I’ve employed your services in the past.

I’m here today to offer you mine.

I can see the proof
of your goodwill tonight.

But if you are here,
it means your master failed you.

What could you possibly have to offer us...

other than your life?

Captain, spare us the carnage
and lay down your weapons.

I lie down only before God
or with a woman.

Having all your
best soldiers here,

I can see the fear
my men strike in you.

And for good reason.

But I must ask, sir,

who’s protecting your towers?

We will probably die tonight,

but we will have won.

Fire!

Fire!

The captain is wounded!

Retreat!

Fire!

Retreat!

Where’s Constance?

D’Artagnan!

Take care of him.

- Will he live?
- It’s too early to tell.

He’s lost a lot of blood.

Sister Mary, get compresses.

Come.

We’ll do everything we can.

If he regains consciousness,
promise me you’ll come and get me.

Day or night.

I’m D’Artagnan
of the Musketeers Corps.

I will.

A young woman’s life is at stake.

I promise, D’Artagnan.

Thank you.

Get him some water.

To victory!

To the captain de Tréville!

The captain will be discharged soon.

- Porthos is already out.
- He’ll say there’s nothing to drink.

There’s nothing to drink here!

Isaac du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds.
My friends call me Porthos.

Aniaba, the prince of Assinie.
My friends call me Hannibal.

Cheers, Hannibal! A pleasure.

Let’s go to the village!
There must be barrels left.

Let’s go!

D’Artagnan?

I’m coming.

My lord.

I deserve nothing
and I want nothing for myself.

But, spare her, I beg you.

She deserves happiness.

If you think I can’t give it to her...

then take her from me.

Just tell me she’s alive. Please.

Doctor!

He’s awake!

He’s awake.

You were a great soldier.

I’m proud to have
fought beside you.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord forgive you for the
sins you committed by sight, by hearing,

by word, by touch.

May all the power of the demon
be extinguished within you

by the power vested in my hands.

- Let me through. Je--
- Don’t make me fight my way through.

Musketeer.

I know the risks you took
to bring the Count de Chalais here.

You had, like us, a burning desire
to see him brought to justice.

But, God,

eager to punish him as well,
has just called him home.

If it weren’t for the British, we’d last
two months on rationing.

I’ll drive this dagger into the heart
of the first man who speaks of surrender.

And I want it turned against me

if ever I speak
of surrender.

Gaston will never keep his promise.

If he becomes king,
he’ll betray us as he betrayed Chalais.

He will never give us our independence.

I will go to London.

I’ll return with Buckingham
and his troops.

What if he doesn’t come?

He will come.

I’ll convince him and he’ll come.

- Madam.
- Sir.

- Well, well, look who’s here.
- Wait a minute.

What’s he doing here?

The same thing we are, maybe.

A little victory date.

I bet you two cents
he likes to be spanked.

- Stay there, we’ll be back.
- I won’t budge.

I could sleep until spring.

Keep me posted!

Aren’t you afraid
Buckingham doesn’t trust me?

You have all the arguments you need
to tame his distrust.

Get on the boat tonight
and get rid of him.

You okay, Athos?

Fetch D’Artagnan. Quick, hurry!

When you get to London.

I hope a big world-changing event
takes place.

D’Artagnan!

Doesn’t Your Eminence fear...

that this mission to England is looking
more and more like a suicide mission?

The love of France
protects from many fears.

One must be madly in love
to not fear the gallows.

When I first met you in prison,
didn’t you tell me

that everything you did, you did for love?

There is no great love
without great proof of love.

With what proof can France satisfy you?

A blanc-seing.

An order in your handwriting, stating that
everything I have done, or will do,

I have done for the greatness of France.

D’Artagnan! D’Artagnan, hurry!

Come, hurry!

Here’s your blanc-seing.

Your Eminence.

Now that I have received instructions
regarding your enemy,

will she allow me
to say a word about mine?

I didn’t know you had enemies.

Musketeers.

I don’t want to hear any more about it.

The musketeers are soldiers.

They die every day
in the service of France.

Who goes there?

Your husband.

What do you want?

To finish you off.

Was killing me once not enough?

Didn’t seeing my hanging body
ease your anger?

What crime did I commit
other than loving you?

I would have done anything for you,
and you made me go through it all.

Better...

And worst.

- I thought you loved me as much as I did.
- I did.

I loved you.

Don’t look at me with those eyes.

They’re the only ones I have.

How is our son?

Does he remember me?

Don’t come any closer.

The song I used to sing to him.

Alas, my love,

You do me wrong

To cast me off discourteously

And I have loved you so long

Delighting in your company

“Greensleeves” was all my joy

“Greensleeves” was my delight

“Greensleeves” was my heart of gold

Will you forgive me?

Will you forgive me?

I forgive you.

Don’t move!

Move, and I’ll kill you.

And you’ll never know
where Constance is.

Shoot, D’Artagnan.

Aramis.

That night,
Chalais’ men were after her.

Shoot, D’Artagnan!

She could have died
right in front of you.

By the grace of God,

- your time has come, Master.
- From your lips to God’s ears.

D’Artagnan!

The cardinal had her kidnapped.

I saved her life.

I have an urgent message for the cardinal.

A messenger from the royal camp
is here to see you.

Where is she?

If he takes one more step,
I’ll blow your brains out.

It’s too bad
you don’t want to work for me.

My mind and your courage.

Where is Constance Bonacieux?

I don’t know.

Why are you asking me questions
if you don’t want answers?

I know you’re the one
who kidnapped her.

Yes, I am.

But that’s not the question
you asked me.

What have you done with her?

I brought her to God’s house.

- Your Eminence.
- Your Highness.

Why the urgency?
It was hard for me to leave the King.

I had to get you away
from certain eyes and certain ears.

I have a confession to make.

You dislike me.

I don’t blame you,
you’re not the only one,

but you dislike me for the wrong reasons.

I’m not the man you think I am.

All I ever wanted
was to protect the King.

- Even from you.
- How dare you?

I know who tried to kill the King.

I know it wasn’t you.

Who?

You wouldn’t believe me.

But maybe you’ll believe
your trusted lady.

Constance.

Your Highness.

You may think she’s threatened.

I entrust her to you.

The day will come
when her words, like yours,

must be heard by the King.

I know that’s not true.

The Queen is in Luçon.

It’s a six-hour ride if the horse is fit
and the rider trained.

Why don’t you ask her if I’m lying?

If what you say is true...

I beg you to forgive me.

I speak the truth.

You will pay for this offense.

Don’t shoot.

Protestants.
They were on their way to England.

We found this on them.

Put them in the pillory.

And distribute the money to your men.
They’ve earned it.

CASTLE OF LUÇON

Your Highness.

Forgive me for intruding,

I had to talk to you
about something that couldn’t wait,

- at the risk of driving me mad.
- On your feet, Musketeer.

You’ll believe
I’ve lost my mind in battle, but...

the cardinal

told me

that he entrusted Constance to you.

Yes, he spoke the truth.

Constance is alive?

Yes.

She wanted to write to you,

but she couldn’t
for her own safety.

Where is she? Can I see her?

I put her somewhere safe.

Your Highness.

I beg you,

tell me where I can find her.

She’s in London,

with the Duke of Buckingham.

Thank you.

They say a man can go on for days
without food or water.

Shoot anyone who goes near them.

We’ll see what they’re willing to do
for their comrades.

You’ll get yourself killed.

What kind of man would I be
if I let my brother die like this?

Fine.

I’ll go with you.

This is my fight, not yours.

What kind of man would I be
if I let my friend die like this?

I hope you can forgive me.

- A musketeer?
- Yes, sir. Athos de la Fère.

Get ready to shoot.

Constance is in London, I must--

Aramis?

What happened?

Benjamin?

Leave me.

Think of your son.

I’m here.

You’re stubborn, d’Herblay.

There’s a boat at the port.

Shoot them.

I wouldn’t do that.

Aniaba, prince of Assinie.

My friends call me Hannibal.
You may call me “Prince.”

That’s what my patron Louis calls me.

King of France.

- I feel like you’re enjoying your work.
- Stop moving.

I can tell that you’re
terribly attracted to me.

Did you hear that?

- What?
- Come here.

A drum roll?

No.

If it’s not a drum roll,
it must be the pounding of your heart.

- Yes.
- No.

- You like me.
- No.

I can tell.

- You’re hopeless.
- I am.

I don’t mind a little punishment
now and then.

A little one.

Captain de Tréville.

Three of your men arranged
the release of a Protestant prisoner.

By order of Sir, brother of the King,
you are under arrest.

BUCKINGHAM ESTATE

Is everything alright, ma’am?

More fear than harm.

We’ll ask for help.

Well, in the meantime
I’ll take you to the dutchie.

You’ll be safe and warm there.

It was providence that sent you.

I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.
I’ve only just been informed.

I’m...

very pleased to meet you, miss...

Lady Clarick.

Make yourself at home, Lady Clarick.

And who’s the gentleman
showing me such kindness?

George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham,
at your service.

Oh, Your Grace.

How could I ever thank you?

By accepting my invitation to supper.

Your hospitality commends you, Your Grace,

but I would never dare impose.

As soon as my wheel is repaired--

My lady, this week I lost 23 ships

and many, many men.

Another disappointment at this juncture
would simply break my heart.

- I would never wish for that to happen.
- Thank you.

For once, my horseman
has shown some initiative.

He was a perfect gentleman.

One more compliment
and I’ll have him dismissed.

If we’d met before, I’d remember.

And yet your voice reminds me something.

I can’t place it.

You must recognize the face of gratitude.

I’m so glad you could join us.

Us?

I have the good fortune of hosting
a friend from France.

Do you speak any French?

A little bit.

I’m sorry I’m late.

Milady?

You know each other?

We met under quite strange circumstances.

Lady Clarick?

May I, Your Grace,

ask you

what will become of Milady de Winter?

Tomorrow, at this hour...

England will be rid of her.

And you will sign this order
without remorse.

Without any remorse at all.

- Thank you.
- We found this blanc-seing on her,

signed in Richelieu’s own hand.

If you feel sorry for her,
bring her a Bible.

I’m sorry.

I’ve come at a bad time.

You were asleep.

What can sleeping people ask for
but a gentle awakening?

So you don’t resent me?

Out of all this, I think you’re
the only one who can claim innocence.

The Duke has authorized me
to bring you my Bible.

It’s my salvation
he’s worried about, or his?

No matter the crime,

a guilty person is sacred
at the feet of God.

God loves martyrs,

sometimes he allows
the innocent to be condemned.

Did you not seek to kill him?

This war will bring great disaster
to England and France.

What’s one life worth
if it saves hundreds?

I’m not trying to win you over.

I don’t wish a life like mine
on you or any woman.

Is there anything I can do for you?

I ask only for one thing.

Bring me a knife.

Just for a minute, please,
I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself.

Just one minute,

and you’ll have saved my honor.

You’ll kill yourself?

But God gives up
on those who give up on themselves.

If God wants to punish me,
he’ll have an eternity to do it.

I, for one, fear his cruelty less
than that of men.

They’ve taken everything from me.
I have nothing more to lose.

That would make me
an accomplice to your damnation.

I’ve been gone for a long time.

I believed in freedom.

But the man I poured my love into,
my husband,

he became the very worst of men.

Men.

Ever since I became a woman,
their hands have taken me, soiled me,

betrayed me.

They won’t kill me.

My life has been their life.

My death will be my death.

Grant me this, I’m counting on you.
You’re a woman, too.

Think about it tonight.

Tomorrow you’ll do
what your heart tells you to do.

We’ll be there soon.

Here, take this Bible.

Keep it close to you.

You’ll find the answers to your questions.

On Judgment Day...

Gaston will pay for his betrayals.

Yes.

You asked me for something
I can’t give you,

but I can give you a chance to escape.

You will be accused of treason.

It’s nothing compared
to the fate that awaits you.

Hurry, Milady,

I may not be mad much longer.

I must speak to the Duke.
Take me to him.

The Duke has ordered me
not to listen to a word from you.

No, no!
What are you doing?

- No, no!
- Think upon thy prayers, madam.

You’re mistaken!
I’m Constance Bonacieux.

I’m not Milady!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Please, let me go.

Please,

you’re mistaken!

You’re mistaken!

No!

No...

They’re hanging Richelieu’s spy.

No!

Please...

- I’m not Milady!
- Constance?

No!

It’s Constance!

Constance.

Her hands are freezing.

Get a doctor. Hurry!

We need a doctor!

Constance?

Yes.

She’s coming to.

Here. Constance.

Yes.

D’Artagnan...

Yes, I’m here, my love.

I’m here.

- I wanted to write to you.
- I know.

It’s okay. I’m here now.

I’m here now. I’ll take you far from here.

Constance?

Where are you?

I’m here, my love.

No. I’m here.

Stay with me.

I’m not leaving you.

I’ll never leave you. I’ll stay with you.

You’ll have to put up with me
for a long time.

No...

My men found her.

She’s surrounded.

You’ll burn the
whole manor down.

She was the one that
started the fire, my lord.

To prevent us
from getting inside.

She already killed the three men
I sent in to get her out.

D’Artagnan!

D’Artagnan!

Show yourself!

Show yourself!

You killed Constance.

I told you to stay away from her.

I warned you.

You’re the devil.

D’Artagnan!

Are you okay?

Court is in session.
Please be seated.

Captain de Tréville.

You’re being charged with crimes
that brought down heads higher than yours.

What are they, sir?

You don’t know what you’ve done?

I was arrested on an order
that I was never shown.

Well,

you’ve been charged with
corresponding with enemies of the kingdom.

You’ve been charged
with stealing state secrets.

You’ve been charged with freeing spies.

You’ve been charged with treason.

And who blames me

if not your imagination?

I do.

I accuse you.

I didn’t imagine your men,
I saw them as I--

Seize them and bring them to trial
with their leader.

These gentlemen have a blanc-seing.

Is that so? Signed by whom? The King?

No, Your Grace.

By His Eminence!

Musketeer, bring it to me.

Calm down, please.

I remind the court
that no one can oppose such a grace.

If this blanc-seing is authentic,
we must listen to their testimony.

Is this your handwriting?

Your Highness.

The attempt on the King’s life

revealed to the world

the existence of a conspiracy

at the highest level of the state.

You know the old saying of a soldier,

“You can tell a friend from a distance
and an enemy from up close.”

We had to infiltrate the Protestant camp
to uncover the conspiracy.

To expose traitors,

sometimes you have to be willing
to pretend to be one.

It was risky, of course,

but a shy lover, just like a shy soldier,

is never happy.

Success in love is the reward for daring.

Cut to the chase, Musketeer.

In love, you have to know
how to wrap things up.

Captain de Tréville and Cardinal Richelieu

have in their possession coded letters
seized on the terrorists.

You can decode them

thanks to this Bible.

It will give you the name
of the traitor.

Captain,

you can give your spot

to someone whose head
is higher than yours.

Bravo!

The state sometimes has reasons
that I don’t understand.

I’m too old for this.

You have more reason
than the entire regiment.

That rank belongs to you now.

I can’t accept it.

I’ve already made a promise
that I must keep.

He’ll lose if he does that.

You’re right.

It’s good to see you
looking so well.

Keep it up,
you’ll soon be bigger than my sister.

- Speaking of Mathilde...
- What is it?

I found a father for her child.

A nobleman?

- Yes.
- A soldier?

- Tender, yet strong?
- Indeed.

- Do you think I’ll like him?
- I think so.

And Mathilde?
You know what she’s like. She’s so...

I think she has feelings for him.

And he’s willing to marry her
in her condition?

Yes.

What a relief.

I’d be forever grateful.

- You’re like a brother to me.
- A brother-in-law.

If your father agrees to my proposal.

If you’re still
interested in joining the order

we’d love for you
to officiate the wedding.

Then I will wear the dress
for you, sister.

Thank you.

Athos?

You’re leaving?

Yes.

It’s too much for me.

And it’s too late for the Count of La Fère.

You’re leaving me alone?

You’re still young.

Take time to weep, D’Artagnan.

Your heart is full of love,

youth and life.

I wish I could cry like you.

Marguerite!

There you are!

I’m sorry.

- What?
- I’m sorry, Count.

There was nothing I could do.

Joseph!