All language subtitles for The MUSKETEERS - S02 E07 - A Marriage of Inconvenience (720p - BluRay)

ATHOS: Halt.

Forgive me, it's been a
long journey from Mantua

and I long for some
fresh air and exercise.

We'll be in Paris within
the hour, madame.

I haven't seen the King
since we were children.

He's barely changed.

Tell me, monsieur, do you
know anything of Sweden?

It snows and is very cold.

It will be my home soon.

I wonder if I shall ever see
the warm sun of Italy again.

(RUSTLING)

(CHIRPING)

(BIRD CALLING)

Get her behind cover!

Get the princess back
in the carriage now!

Inside, inside!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROAN5)

(SCREAMS)

Ahhh!

Arghg.

Francesco, are you all right?

I'm well, Your Grace.

I pray to God
you're not injured.

I'm unharmed, thank God.

Spanish.

This ambush was no coincidence.

(TH EME MUSIC PLAYING)

Why have we stopped? Isn't
the Archbishop expecting us?

We'll take you to him
shortly. Please, sit.

TREVILLE: What's wrong?
Why have you brought her here?

We were ambushed on the road.

PORTHOS: By a gang of
men carrying Spanish gold.

Spain was never
going to stand idly by

in the face of an alliance
between Sweden and France.

You mean the Princess
might still be in danger?

There's no need for alarm,

we're in Paris now.
She'll be perfectly safe.

As soon as she's rested,
we'll take her to the Archbishop.

Back there I failed.

But for you she
would have been killed.

Don't be so hard on
yourself. You did your best.

It wasn't enough.

- If any harm should come to her...
- Don't worry.

You're both under
our protection now.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ROCHEFORT: Come in, de Barville.

DE BARVILLE: You sent for me?

The King's cousin,
Princess Louise of Mantua

is betrothed to the
Swedish crown prince.

The Musketeers are
escorting her to Paris

as we speak.

DE BARVILLE: And you
wish me to take charge

of her security when
she arrives in Paris?

Do you remember this?

Ah.

It's a record of the
King's Council's decision

to refuse the ransom
demanded by Spain

for my release
from imprisonment.

Oh, you must understand.

The issue was a complex one.

The Council betrayed me.

You betrayed me.

Why?

My orders came from
Cardinal Richelieu himself.

It was his express wish
that no ransom be paid.

Why would he
abandon a loyal servant

in such a fashion?

Well, the Cardinal
felt that you were

perhaps.

Not entirely,

of sound mind.

I spent five years
in that hell hole.

What does this have to do
with Princess Louise of Mantua?

I wanted you to
be the first to know

her marriage will not
be going ahead after all.

Does the King know?

I must raise it at
his Council meeting.

A strengthened alliance between
France and Sweden is vital.

Unfortunately,
plans have changed.

(GRUNTS)

Arghg

(SINGING)

Bless this forthcoming marriage,
O Lord, with peace and happiness.

And may the womb of your
humble servant, Louise, be fruitful.

In the name of God,

amen.

LOUISE: Amen.

Our hopes for the future
strength and unity of France

rest on the success
of your union, my child.

I pray my marriage
will be happy.

Happiness is a selfish desire.

You must pray to do your duty.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

UN.!

(GASPS IN FEAR)

(ARCH BISHOP GASPING)

Good vantage point.

Well concealed,
an all-round view

and easy access
to an escape route.

The killer knew
what he was doing.

This was planned
well in advance.

Why a crossbow?

ARAMIS: From this distance,
it's more accurate than a musket

and easier to conceal.

Outstanding work, Musketeers!

A man of God slain
under your very noses.

(PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN)

ROCHEFORT: And
you let the killer escape.

If the Princess hadn't
slipped, she'd be dead now.

She was the target.

Someone is determined
to stop this marriage.

The Princess cannot stay at
the Archbishop's as planned.

She must be
escorted to the Louvre

for her own safety,

assuming you can
manage such a simple task

without losing her.

Custom made,

best quality steel,

short bodkin armour piercing,

a real assassin's weapon.

ATHOS: Old-fashioned but deadly.

Who still makes
weapons like this?

There are perhaps half a
dozen armourers left in Paris,

with the necessary skills.

PORTHOS: But only one who'd
consider hiring them out to the Spanish.

A man with a serious grudge
against King and country.

Bouchen.

PORTHOS: A Huguenot.

And a survivor of the
siege of La Rochelle.

And a true artist.

I've a mind to
commission a piece myself.

You know, that might
not be a bad idea.

How else are we going
to tempt him out of hiding?

We'll make contact.

- Sire?
- LOUIS: Go away!

I want to be alone.

The King is not
receiving visitors.

ANNE: A visit from the
Queen will revive his spirits.

His mood is delicate.

He's plagued with fears.

Can't you do
something, Rochefort?

The King will listen to you.

Your Majesty,
it is I, Rochefort.

The King is unwell.

He will be himself again soon.

I want Milady out of my palace

and I don't want to
receive Princess Louise.

You can do it.

People will think you have
turned against the marriage.

Nonsense.

Just keep her entertained,

see her off on her way
to Sweden tomorrow.

Your presence will be required
later at the Council meeting.

Chancellor Dupre is making
a special trip to be here.

I can look after Princess Louise

but you really should greet
your Chancellor personally.

Oh, very well.

But in the meantime,
I am going to bed.

I am very tired.

LOUISE: It's not a
coincidence, is it?

This killing, the men who
attacked us on the journey?

It's me they're after, isn't it?

Speculation is pointless.
There's no need to worry.

LOUISE: If I am to die, I
would rather be prepared.

No harm will come to you now.

This is the safest
building in all of France.

You'll stay?

D'ARTAGNAN: For as
long as you need me, yes.

If only we could have
stayed in Mantua, Francesco.

We were happy there.

This marriage is
my death sentence.

Excuse me, one moment, madame.

Everything all right?

I've sent a message
to my husband.

I have to tell him now about us.

- Well, then I should be with you.
- No.

I have to do this alone.
I owe him that much.

Well, if you need anything,
you know where I am.

With the beautiful
Princess Louise.

Should I be jealous?

She's engaged to be married.

I am married. That
didn't stop you.

ROCHEFORT: I'm
puzzled, Lady Marguerite.

I thought you came to court
to make a good marriage.

You know I did.

Then why do you force
me to reveal to the world

the sordid details
of your private life?

You wouldn't.

It would ruin me.

You leave me no choice.

You ask too much of me.

I asked for information
on the Queen

and you failed to provide it.

So, I must assume, you wish
me to speak to your father.

No, no!

The shame will kill him.

Please!

I will give you one last chance.

Anything, anything,
I will do anything.

Aramis wears a
jewelled crucifix.

Bring it to me.

I know it.

- Why?
- That is not your concern.

Do as I ask and your
reputation may yet be saved.

I received your message.

So, have you finally done your duty
and made my name known to the King?

No,

it's not that.

The only reason I allowed
you to take this position

was to win me
favour at the palace.

That hasn't happened.

And clearly never will.

So it's time you came home.

You will inform the
Queen you are leaving.

I won't do that.

Do not test my patience.

I've made a decision.

D'Artagnan and I,

we love each other.

We're going to
build a life together.

(YELPS IN PAIN)

You are my wife and
you will do as I say.

Pack your bags

and be back home today.

If you fail to do as I
say, I shall return later

and drag you there myself.

I owe my life to the diligence
and bravery of your Musketeers.

ANNE: We are all in their debt.

A pity they could not prevent
the Archbishop's death.

No one could have done so.

You were not present,
my dear Comte,

so you cannot know
the circumstances.

Rochefort, the King
was most anxious

that we should present the
Princess with his marriage gift.

Alas, in all the turmoil, it
has not yet been collected.

See to it.

Might I suggest Captain
Treville should have the honour,

despite his unfortunate
fall from grace?

There is no more reliable
man in the King's service.

Have a message sent to him.

Th is way, madame.

I need to speak with
you on an urgent matter.

What matter?

You don't want to be
with me any more, do you?

- Something has changed.
- Now is not the time.

If you have anything to say
then say it now and be done.

Our

liaison cannot continue.

You have too much to lose

and I'm not the man
to make you happy.

So,

we must end it for my benefit?

How very selfless of you.

We've had a
wonderful time together.

Why don't we wish each other
luck and go our separate ways,

before either one of us is hurt.

Yes.

No one should be hurt.

It is so much the best way.

You agree then?

You're not upset?

You were only ever
a diversion, Aramis.

These things shouldn't
be taken too seriously.

Well, I'm glad
you feel that way.

It's a great weight off my mind.

May we...

We part as friends, at least.

Hold me one last time?

I might have loved you once,
if things had been different.

Remember that.

Come here.

What happened?
Who did this to you?

Tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth.

My husband. I told him.

- I'll kill him.
- No.

D'Artagnan, no, he
knows he's lost me.

He hurt you. He hurt you.

No,

he can never hurt me again.

Wait here.

Should I be avoiding windows?

As a precaution.

I thought I was safe here.

As safe as you can be anywhere.

That young woman, Constance,

you're in love with her.

And she is with you.

I can tell.

How wonderful to be in love.

I wish I were.

What about your husband to be?

Is he a good man?

I have no idea.

We meet for the first
time when I get to Sweden.

France's political alliances

are more important than
my personal happiness.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It would be

nice to love as one chooses.

Constance is a lucky woman.

I envy her finding
a man like you.

TREVILLE: Get out! Out!

Let the Comte de Rochefort
know it'll be my pleasure.

MESSENGER: Sir.

TREVILLE: Rochefort treats
me like his errand boy now.

(WHISTLES)

I'm to fetch the Queen's
gift for Princess Louise.

Don't let him humiliate you.

Do you think I
should refuse the job?

ATHOS: Deliver this gift
directly to the Queen herself.

Let her see your devotion and
loyalty, even in the face of provocation.

BOY: Come on.

It's you that should
have been a politician.

I never had any
talent for such games.

The regiment will need
a new captain soon.

I could recommend you.

I'm finished here.

It's time you all accepted that.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Monsieur Boucher, I am Athos.

I know who you are.

I make it my business to know
the finest swordsmen in France.

So, what can I do for you?

ATHOS: Recognise that?

Yes.

This is my work.

And this?

(CH UCKLES)

Also mine.

You don't find craftsmanship
like this every day.

I'm sure the Archbishop
was very appreciative.

What are you talking about?
Where did you find this bolt?

In the Archbishop's throat.

I had nothing to do with that.

You, a known dissenter

with a grudge against
the Catholic Church

and a personal connection
to the murder weapon.

You're the last
person we'd think of.

I make weapons.

I don't use them.

Then who did you make this for?

That's confidential.

You've just admitted making the
weapon that killed the Archbishop.

PORTHOS: So here's our problem.

Someone has to die for
the Archbishop's murder.

And right now,

we have no other suspects.

All right, wait!

It's one of a matching
pair that I made.

For who?

For myself.

There were 27,000 French
citizens living in La Rochelle.

By the time your King
got finished with us,

there were only 5,000 left.

When the siege ended,

all my weapons were confiscated
and sent to a new home.

That's where this has come from.

What new home?

The Cardinal sent them all
to the Red Guard armoury.

Whoever used this,

came from your own side.

It might have been stolen.

Or the killer was a
member of the Red Guard.

I have more than 500
guards under my command,

unless you've killed any
in a bar room brawl today.

Do you think you could
be a little more precise

in your accusations?

It doesn't concern you

that there is a traitor
amongst your own men?

It would concern me
more if you had any proof.

This weapon could have found
its way into anyone's hands.

You Musketeers,

you really must
give up this ugly habit

of blaming your failures
on everyone else.

Milady de Winter, a moment.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Search her bag.

MILADY: What do
you think you're doing?

These were personal
gifts from His Majesty.

Keepsakes.

ROCHEFORT: You leave
carrying only what you arrived with.

You'd be wise not to
make an enemy of me.

Is that a threat?

Merely an observation.

If I ever see you
in this palace again,

I'll have you executed

as a thief.

ATHOS: Wait!

- What will you do now?
- Oh, what does it matter to you?

- Listen to me.
- What do you want me to do?

Admit that I am shamed and penniless,
that I have no prospect and no hope.

Well, there you
are, it's all true.

Are you happy now, at last?

I get no pleasure from
witnessing your humiliation.

ATHOS: This is
everything I have.

Take it and leave Paris.

First, you threaten to kill me

and now it's bribery.

A gift.

There is a difference.

You think I'll
accept your charity?

If you have any sense.

I'm not finished yet,
not by any measure.

(IN DISTINCT CHATTER)

TREVILLE: I'm looking for
the home of MonsieurArnaud.

MAN: Straight ahead.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

WOMAN 1: Sir. Sir. Oh, dear.

WOMAN 2: Help him.

- A moment, milady.
- What is it?

Have we not said enough
to each other today?

ARAMIS: I know, forgive
me. My crucifix is missing.

- You haven't seen it?
- Not recently.

I thought perhaps it
might be in your chambers.

Don't you know
where you last had it?

I can't remember. I've grown
so used to having it there, I...

I'd hate to lose it. It's
very important to me.

Why?

It was a gift from a friend.

Close friend, obviously.

It probably came loose
and dropped somewhere.

I'll look for it.

Thank you.

It's Captain Treville.
He's been shot.

Move! Out of the room, now!

- Move that chair.
- PORTHOS: Put him on the table.

Gently, gently!

- One, two, three.
- (GRUNTING)

(TREVILLE CHOKING)

ARAMIS: Captain.
Captain, it's Aramis.

We're at the garrison.

He was on the rue Jacob,
nobody saw the attack.

What was he doing there?

Rochefort's errand.

Collecting the King's
gift from MonsieurArnaud.

We need a surgeon.

Send for Lemay.

(TREVILLE CHOKING)

LOUISE: Do you think it
might be the same person

who killed the Archbishop?

I don't know.

It could be nothing
more than a coincidence.

You should go to him.

I won't leave you
unprotected. Not for a moment.

You any closer to finding
the Archbishop's killer?

D'ARTAGNAN: We believe there
to be a connection to the Red Guard.

He might even be
inside the palace itself.

Dear God,

someone close to
the King is a traitor.

It's possible.

No harm will come to you.

You have my word.

She told me she
would wear it always.

Who did?

You mean the Queen,

don't you?

You think there is a connection
between her and Aramis?

What do you know of that?

Nothing for certain.

On“!

The way he looks at her.

The way he should
have looked at me

but never did.

I've said too much.

I'm sorry, it's just my...

foolish jealousy.

Watch them.

Watch them every second

and tell me what you discover.

I beg you, please,

leave me be now.

It's far too late for
that, Marguerite.

Don't you know that?

Return this to Aramis.

He must suspect nothing.

ARAMIS: He was shot in the
back. The ball's still in there.

Help me lift him.

(GROANING)

LEMAY: You're right,
there is no exit wound.

His uniform must have
blunted the shot's impact.

He's lucky.

(TREVILLE GAS PING)

He's struggling for air. Most
probably the ball damaged his lung.

Our first task is to
find and remove it.

ARAMIS: I have some
practise with musket wounds.

I bow to your
superior experience.

This won't be pretty,
Constance, you don't have to stay.

Doctor Lemay asked
me to assist him.

Madame Bonacieux's
help will be invaluable.

She's already saved
one life I might have lost.

LEMAY: Boiling water.

I've already cleaned the wound.

It's not for him. It's
for my equipment.

I find that if I bathe my
instruments in boiling water first,

my patients have a much greater
chance of fighting off infection.

I have no idea why.

I believe it is a
blessing from God.

(TREVILLE GAS PING)

(COUGHING)

LEMAY: Ready?

All right. Hold him.

(SCREAMING)

(RASPY BREATHING)

(GASPING)

There is fluid in his lung.

- We have to drain it.
- How?

Much the same way one
would drain a keg of wine.

My skills are exhausted.
He's your patient now.

I need him on his back.

(GROANING)

Shh, shh, shh.

LEMAY: Be ready
to catch the blood.

(TREVILLE COUGHING)

Are you sure this will work?

LEMAY: I have not had occasion
to perform this operation before,

but the principle is sound,

in theory.

(GROANING)

Take this.

The tube.

(RASPY BREATHING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Secure that with a dressing.

Let all the fluid drain out
before stitching the wound.

Your captain should make
a speedy recovery now.

You saved his life.

It was a team effort.

But, yes.

I believe we did.

Whoever did this to the Captain

is going to have to
deal with me personally.

PORTHOS: Where are you going?

To find out more
about this gift.

Whoever shot him
knew where to find him.

PORTHOS: You stay here.

ATHOS: That's
our captain's blood.

Monsieur Amaud!

- Where is he?
- The Master is painting.

He left orders not
to be disturbed.

SERVANT: Is he dead?

Master?

Whoever killed him
came in through here

and probably left the same way.

SERVANT: The painting is gone!

What painting?

The portrait of Princess
Louise of Mantua.

It was to be a wedding
gift from the King.

Find the preparatory sketches.

The Chancellor will
be arriving shortly.

Be ready to greet him
and escort him inside.

Well, what are you waiting for?

What about the Princess?

She will be under my
personal protection.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in, D'Artagnan.

Not D'Artagnan, I'm afraid.

PORTHOS: This isn't the woman
we're guarding at the Palace.

No wonder they stopped
Treville delivering the picture.

The deception would have been
uncovered the moment anyone saw it.

But if she isn't Princess
Louise, then who is she?

And why did they try
to kill her this morning?

The Archbishop
was always the target.

And the fake Louise must
have been in on the plan.

But why assassinate
a man of God?

The Archbishop
wasn't just a priest.

He was also a senior
member of the King's Council.

So is Chancellor Dupre.

He's on his way to the
Louvre for the Council meeting.

He thinks he's safe there.

My congratulations.

I had to stop myself
laughing out loud,

the way you had the
Musketeers fawning all over you.

I was convincing, wasn't I?

A Princess to the manor born.

Have you disposed
of de Barville's body?

ROCHEFORT: Thanks
to your friend, Francesco,

he will be at the bottom
of the Seine by now.

Two down, one to go.

The Chancellor will enter
the palace by the west gate.

You'll have all
the time you need.

The Musketeers will not be
expecting an attack from behind them.

Please tell my wife
I've come to collect her.

And tell her to hurry.

She can make her
apologies to the Queen later.

Wait in here.

PORTHOS: Out of the way!

Constance... My
apologies, monsieur.

JACQUES: It is I
who must apologise.

I thought you were my
wife, Madame Bonacieux.

Ah, you are Constance's husband.

I am Bonacieux, the finest
cloth merchant in Paris.

LOUISE: Then it's
you I'm looking for.

She asked me to tell you
she will meet you at home.

- She did?
- Mmm.

She said you were most
commanding with her this morning.

You clearly know how to
handle women, monsieur.

Then I shall go.

LOUISE: No wonder Constance
is in love with D'Artagnan.

If I wasn't so busy,
I'd do her the favour

of cutting her husband's throat.

You take up position
in the grounds nearby

in case the Chancellor
needs the coup de gréce.

If that should happen,
I'm unlikely to survive.

Then I had better not miss.

You won't miss.

You never miss.

D'ARTAGNAN: How's the Captain?

ARAMIS: He's in good hands.

- The Chancellor?
- On his way.

(DOOR OPENS)

I forgot my hat.

(GROAN5)

I never did like wife beaters.

D'ARTAGNAN: Good
afternoon, Chancellor.

ATHOS: Get back inside!

- Ta ke cover!
- Go!

PORTHOS: The assassin's in the
palace. D'ARTAGNAN: Go back inside.

-Up there! 'Go!

You go! Move!

(JACQUES GASPING)

Go. Go!

D'ARTAGNAN: Move,
move! Now, now!

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GLASS SHATFERING)

ATHOS: Go, go. Go!

Going after him.

Ya!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROAN5)

You surrender

or die.

It's over.

You're right,

I am defeated.

(GROAN5)

- Princess.
- Drop your weapons.

All of them.

Oh, D'Artagnan,

if I knew we'd met under
different circumstances.

Who are you?

I'm afraid the real
Princess Louise

never even made
it out of Lombardy.

You mean you killed her?

But on the positive side,

I saved her from a
dreadful marriage.

You have no idea how much planning
went into getting me inside the Louvre.

The key to it of course

was winning your protection.

That gave me the
freedom I needed.

So, I've done you
a favour in return.

What are you talking about?

I like you, D'Artagnan.

That's why I've helped you out.

You and that pretty Constance.

I do so love a happy ending.

Look in the state rooms.

No need to thank me.

Whoever you are, this is over.

You must know that.

(GASPS)

JACQUES: (WEAKLY) Help me.

Ah.

(GROAN5)

Don't worry, it's all right.
Just breathe. Just breathe.

This sits on your conscience.

You and Constance,

you'll never be happy together.

You're doomed.

I curse you both.

Oh.

Not of word of
this to Constance.

She must hear it from me.

CONSTANCE: The
Captain's going to be fine.

What is it?

What's happened? Why
won't they look at me?

Tell me.

Whose blood is this?

(FOOTSTEPS)

(LOCK OPENS)

- Who are you?
- I have several names.

You probably know of
me as Milady de Winter.

You must help me.

I'm the King's cousin,
Princess Louise of Mantua

and there has been
a terrible mistake.

We both know your
name is Sophia Martinez.

You and your lover, Francesco,

are professional assassins.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I recognised him this morning.

Oh, he's dead by the way.

The Musketeers killed him.

But he'll make a pretty corpse.

As you know who I am, you
also know what I'm capable of.

Who hired you?

What will happen to me

if I tell you?

I'll release you, of course.

Rochefort.

He supplied the weaponry
and identified the targets.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

He's a Spanish spy.

As the Cardinal's
man, Madrid knew

he would be perfectly
placed on his return to France.

Spy master Vargas
handled it personally.

The Archbishop,
the Chancellor...

He's trying to kill
his way to the top.

He's determined to remove any
rival for the King's trust and affection.

Now,

I told you what
you wanted to know.

Now let me go.

You're going to kill me.

I wasn't until a moment ago.

But now,

I think it's best.

Let me shut your mouth for good.

(GROANING)

Oh, hush.

Hush, now.

It'll soon be over.

Where was it?

MARGUERITE: Lying in a corridor.

Must have simply fallen off.

I'll be more careful in future.

Just as well I found it.

You never know what
trouble it might have caused.

TREVILLE: Who were they really,

the bogus Princess Louise

and her footman?

Hired assassins.

But who hired them?

With both of them dead,
we may never know.

You have no idea who killed her?

She was under the
protection of the Red Guards.

Rochefort can't lay
that one at our doorstep.

Athos,

would you give us
a moment, please?

Earlier on,

when I thought I
was going to die,

I realised.

I didn't want to
leave this world

with any secrets.

OH my COHSCiGHCG.

Give me a little time
to regain my strength

and I will tell you
everything you want to know

about your father.

I can wait.

Assassins at large
in my own palace.

Archbishopjacqueme dead,

the Duc de Barville missing.

The world has gone mad.

The danger is
over, Your Majesty.

The assassins are dead.

But sadly, so is your treaty.

Poor Louise.

But, I suppose
we can always find

someone else to marry
our Swedish friend.

Indeed, sir. I'll see to it.

You have handled this matter
with great skill, Rochefort.

I'm impressed.

The post of First Minister

has been vacant long enough.

I want you to fill it.

This is too great an
honour, Your Majesty.

I have already signed the order.

I will hear no argument.

As Your Majesty commands.

LEVESQU E: Yah!

Martine, come on!

You want to know
if I'm your father.

Porthos needs your
loyalty now, more than ever.

I'm not safe anywhere.

Your Majesty, don't let Rochefort
stop you seeing the King.

If Aramis slept with the
Queen, it would be treason.

She was murdered.

I didn't come here
to cause a fight.

(GROANING)

He has to find out for himself.

I don't think you understand
the game, monsieur.

I understand very well!

(TH EME MUSIC PLAYING)