After a few years’ of peace,
the French kingdom faces a new war of religion.
King Louis XIII, who still has no heir, leads a divided land.
Protestant forces, supported by England,
oppose the great Catholic realms, seeking to expand their power.
The King is counting on his powerful minister, Cardinal de Richelieu,
to restore the crown’s authority.
But many suspect the Cardinal is seeking power for himself.
In a climate of plots and revolt, the young d’Artagnan
rides from Gascony to Paris to join the King’s Musketeers.
Move along.
Bury all that.
Take care of her.
PART 1: D’ARTAGNAN
Mademoiselle Bonacieux?
Countess de Valcour expects an answer tonight.
The ship sails at dawn tomorrow.
Very well.
“This Saturday, like every holy Saturday,
“it is alone...
“you shall confess at the Val-de-Grâce Abbey.
“I shall be there, in secret,
“confessing that I think only of you.
“In six days’ time, lest I be dead,
“I shall see you again, Madame.
“Your beloved servant,
“Duke of Buckingham.”
He insists on coming to a town where his life is in danger,
and risks my honor in so doing.
Her Majesty the Queen!
By approval of His Holiness the Pope,
Arthus d’Épinay de Saint Luc, bishop of Marseille
will be at Your Majesty’s right.
Friar François de Loménie, of the order...
What is it, brother?
Your marriage to Duchess de Montpensier
- doesn’t interest you? - We should prepare for war, not a wedding.
War?
War with whom?
Protestants.
Sire...
For weeks, La Rochelle has been acquiring men and weapons.
They’re bent on secession.
Unless we act, there will be a state within the state.
A foothold for England in France!
Therefore, Count, you would like
for me to declare war on Protestants...
and on England?
The Protestants serve the English.
Saint-Blancard, their leader, is in London.
Lodging with Buckingham himself.
Why would the English war minister entertain
La Rochelle Protestants, if not to prepare for war?
We must rid the nation of these heretics.
Then it’s not a war you’re aiming for, but a crusade.
One God, one nation, one religion.
Enough!
I shall not order another Saint-Barthélémy massacre.
The bells of Saint-Germain-l’Auxerrois shall toll for your wedding,
not for a massacre of Protestants.
Need I remind you that our father was felled by Catholics?
Beware your pious companions.
- Do you insinuate... - I don’t insinuate.
I am the King.
The nobles will fight for you gladly, Sire.
- We are your true friends. - The King has no friends.
He has only subjects, and enemies.
Now let’s show we’re all his subjects.
Don’t you agree?
He fancies himself Louis the Just.
He’s merely Louis the Weak.
My son...
You’re not talking to your brother.
You’re talking to the King.
Were you there, mother?
I never heard your voice.
You’ve learned to speak loudly.
Now learn to hold your tongue.
Perhaps you’ll be heard.
Your Eminence.
Milady...
Well?
Thanks to you,
Buckingham and the Queen will finally be able to meet.
Any trouble?
Dead and buried.
The Queen prefers dishonor to war.
She’ll have dishonor,
and we will have war.
Excuse me. I wish to meet Captain de Tréville.
- Are you expected? - No, recommended.
- It’s that line over there. - Thank you.
- A two-day wait! - No, three.
The gentleman in green arrived last Sunday from Carcassonne. Good luck.
That’s not valid.
Stop!
Next.
Five feet, eight inches.
Next.
In position!
Fire!
Listen to me!
Yesterday at dawn,
Richelieu’s soldiers met with a bunch of sots,
drunk as skunks,
making merry in the street.
And who were these ne’er-do-wells?
King’s Musketeers!
Well? You were recognized.
Captain, how can I...
We shall not be a laughing stock
for the Cardinal’s guard.
- Captain de Tréville? - Young man.
I’m Charles d’Artagnan. This is from my father.
- D’Artagnan? Son of Achille? - Yes.
- Where’s this letter been? - We both took musket fire.
My Bible stopped the bullet.
First this year to be saved by religion!
I knew your father. How can I help?
Be brief. My time is not my own.
I left Gascony to wear the colors of the King, like him.
I’ve always dreamt of becoming a Musketeer.
I’ll write the Royal Academy director.
Best I can do. You’ll join the cadets.
Perhaps, one day, you’ll be a musketeer.
Don’t worry, it won’t be long.
- Sorry. - Is that all?
- You think that’s enough? - I said sorry.
I have one arm, but two ears.
- Your “sorry” didn’t feel sincere. - Sorry, but I’m in a hurry.
You are very rude.
When a Gascon has apologized,
he’s done his duty and half as much again.
Indeed, it’s clear you’ve come from afar.
I have traveled far, but I need no lesson in manners.
I will teach you a lesson.
In my own way, a final lesson.
I shall always be on your path,
- whenever you wish! - Where, if you please?
Calvaire Saint-Sulpice, 11 a.m.
I’ll be there.
By Jupiter!
Do you run without eyes?
Sorry, I’m after someone.
A little more meat, I’d skewer him.
Tell me what you’re laughing at, we’ll laugh together.
I laugh often, whenever I like.
Well, not at me.
For laughs, I’ll shut you up.
Where, if you please?
- At the Luxembourg? - Luxembourg. Noon.
Good appetizer.
I’ll be there.
Run.
One blow is enough...
Yeah...
The blows rain down.
Sir.
You may regret this handkerchief.
You’re mistaken. It isn’t mine.
It’s my wife’s.
You must’ve dropped it.
I saw it at your feet. I thought it was yours.
- But it was at your feet too. - Right.
I was mistaken.
I’m afraid so am I.
You put me in a spot.
I sought no quarrel.
Of course not.
Why? Do I look afraid?
Maybe you’re no fool. It would be smart to be afraid.
Then I am a fool.
I thought so.
You ought not try to humiliate me.
Listen,
I only fight when forced, always despite my distaste.
But this is serious. A woman is compromised because of you.
Because of me?
I can’t teach you how to live, so I’ll teach you how to die.
Where then, please?
Noon, Rue des Carmes.
At your service.
Pardon me, how about one o’clock?
Enjoy this extra hour of existence, I gladly grant it.
Thank you.
Apologies. I mistook you for someone else. I am so sorry.
I thought I’d killed you.
- I’m used to that. - Forgive me.
A man has been following me.
It’s nothing.
Constance.
- Constance Bonacieux. - Charmed.
D’Artagnan.
- Here about the notice? - Of course.
What notice?
The room for rent.
I’ll take it.
Fine.
Don’t you want to see it?
Yes. No.
Fine. I’ve seen enough.
I fear the blow affected your vision.
I hope your hearing is still all right.
It’s one livre a week for the room.
A livre a week?
That’s right.
This will cover four weeks.
Or four boards for my coffin.
Did I hurt you that badly?
No, not you.
But in one hour I must confront three men.
You’ll be killed.
Yes.
But by a Musketeer.
What a lovely place to die.
I’ve often thought so.
We haven’t been introduced.
Athos de Sillègue d’Hauteville,
Count de la Fère.
Charles d’Artagnan, of Gascony.
When I’m done, they’ll say I am a child eater.
- Or that I kill old men. - Do I seem so tired?
It seems you honor me with this duel, despite an injury?
If my right hand fails me,
my left will slay you nicely.
I’ve summoned two friends as witnesses.
Why is he here?
This is your witness?
This is Porthos.
The second is called Aramis.
I’m dueling Mr. d’Artagnan.
So am I.
But at noon.
And it will be at one o’clock that I’ll kill him.
Look, Mr. Athos gets to kill me first,
Mr. Porthos second, and...
- Aramis. - ...Aramis last.
Forgive me if I can’t satisfy you all.
When did you arrive in Paris?
This morning.
3 duels in 3 hours!
If I didn’t have to kill you, I’d buy you a drink.
Drink to my health.
Athos.
The Cardinal’s guard.
They followed us.
Fighting, gentlemen?
Duels are prohibited.
- Drop your swords and follow us! - My sword hates dust.
If you want it, come and take it.
Easy, friend. 7 of them, 3 of us.
Athos has one foot in the grave.
One left to kick butts!
Gentlemen, you said you were only 3.
It seems to me there are 4 of us.
Kill him, please, he’s annoying.
Well? Have you decided to decide?
Wait.
We’re only training this cadet at Captain de Tréville’s request.
All for one!
One for all.
Are you not Lucie de Maupin’s brother?
Leave her out of it!
Be gone! I can’t break her heart again.
Go! Before I change my mind!
What day is this? He should know his date of death.
It’s Sainte Roxanne Day. The 7th.
The 7th it is, then.
I’m only a cadet now.
But I’ll kill you when I’m a Musketeer.
D’Artagnan!
This rivalry between our troops is ludicrous and loathsome.
We can’t let nobles kill each other now that war is looming.
Control your soldiers, I’ll control mine.
The King!
Here are the devils...
whom I must scold.
They are contrite and repentant,
and have come to apologize.
You can’t make your own justice.
That right belongs to me,
and to me alone.
Sire.
We humbly beg your pardon.
Who is this child?
D’Artagnan, Your Majesty.
You’re the one who...
gave Jussac that harsh sword thrust?
Yes, Your Highness.
Well, “gave”...
It was a loan, but he couldn’t pay me back.
You’re quite arrogant, young man.
That’s my only wealth.
Entirely at His Majesty’s disposal.
Put it away for me,
instead of spending it every place you go.
Twenty men in two days. That’s too much.
At that rate, the Cardinal
will have to replace his entire company in three weeks.
Find some proper garments for this poor boy.
I warn you, a King’s feet...
do not walk backwards.
The next dueler
will languish in the galley.
I’ve never been, but I hear it’s worse than England.
So you aren’t dead?
No, sorry. You’ll have to lodge me.
A shame. I ordered the boards for your coffin.
Put them aside.
This young man may not survive the night.
You’re rich now.
My father said, “money serves well, but rules badly.”
He is right. Pay for this round.
Thank you.
Cheers!
She has no chance.
Aramis has his principles.
- Is she married? - On the contrary!
He’s a Jesuit, torn between Church and army.
By morning, he’s a general. By night, a bishop!
With married women, both are possible.
And Athos?
He has his demons.
He drowns them, but now they can swim.
Aramis.
All Porthos said is a lie.
He just said you were a gentleman.
See? I’m anything but gentle.
Careful, d’Artagnan.
If Porthos takes you under his wing,
it’s so he can put you in his nest.
- Ah, you like... - Why not?
Anything I can put in my bed or my plate.
- Some crowd. - I neither screw nor eat twits.
Too bad. You’d never go hungry!
A thigh is a thigh!
Bold cadets of Gascony
Of Carbon de Casteljaloux
Bold cadets of Gascony
Eagle-eyed
With stork-like feet
Cat mustache
Wolfish teeth
Slashing the groaning rabble in the street
Eagle-eye and stork-like feet
Sporting hats in any weather, hiding the holes with a feather...
“Oh, good morning.”
“Morning...”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning, Constance.”
Let’s go.
No!
Your honor,
Athos d’Hauteville, Count de la Fère,
fought in Flanders against the united provinces,
in Bavaria against the Holy Empire,
in the Palatinate,
in Lombardy and Savoie.
He fought more battles than there are onlookers here today.
He does not belong here,
but on a pedestal.
Thank you Captain, but I don’t judge statues.
I judge men.
Count,
you hail from one of the nation’s noblest families.
But your blood and titles won’t protect you. On the contrary.
He who is born noble must lead a worthy life.
Your brother, Benjamin de la Fère,
is known to be an advocate of the La Rochelle cause.
Are you Protestant as well?
Yes, I am, sir.
Do you believe in God?
In God, in the King, and in France.
In the book of John, when Jesus meets Pilate, he says,
“I am in this world to bear witness unto the truth.”
- To which Pilate responds... - “What is truth?”
Precisely.
You were arrested this morning,
drunk, covered in blood,
a dagger in hand.
An unknown woman, stabbed to death, in your bed.
So now I ask you for the truth.
Did you kill that woman?
I don’t know.
Can’t he lie like anyone else?
You don’t know?
No.
And I shall not lie to avoid death.
Life is not dear enough to me.
Count,
the greatest riches a knight may bequeath is his example.
Your life was an example.
Your death shall be an even greater one.
In capital crimes, a commoner is hanged,
a nobleman decapitated.
Sir Athos d’Hauteville, Count de la Fère,
this court sentences you to be beheaded by the sword,
this Monday at La Grève.
We appeal this verdict!
Fine.
You have four days to prove innocence or beg for royal clemency.
May God be with you.
If Athos won’t mount a defense, we will.
Identify that woman and find out why was she with Athos.
That’s our only hope.
No rings, necklaces, nothing.
All I found on her were stab wounds.
A prostitute?
Look at that delicate hand.
This woman never...
- worked a day in her life. - Are you well?
A bourgeoise, or a noblewoman.
May I see her face?
She is the woman who tried to kill me!
I did nothing.
I did nothing!
I thought you were dead!
I swear I never saw them.
Shut up!
Dig.
Nothing.
We’ll never know who these men are.
He wore a signet ring?
I was aiming for the other leg.
Of course you took it.
Where is the signet ring?
I want to know to whom it belonged.
What are you doing?
I hate to sully my blades.
You’ll go to hell.
I abhor torture.
Everybody does. That’s why it works.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Pray for us sinners...
You fear God?
If God was watching me, and he didn’t want me to do this,
lightning would strike.
Look how clear the sky is today.
Have pity.
What’s he doing?
Talking to him.
Talking?
Aramis’ words are worse than daggers.
There are three rings. He can’t recall which it was.
3 golden helmets: Brissac Argis family.
Lion, three roses: Dardel de Luzinais family.
Eagle, crossed swords: Valcour family.
We’re three fingers from our man.
And the woman with him.
At dawn, we’ll knock on their doors.
With God’s help, we’ll save Athos’ neck.
BEACH IN NORMANDY
- Peaceful crossing? - Almost too peaceful.
I didn’t expect to see you before La Rochelle.
Me neither.
But the Queen’s invitation can’t be refused.
What is it, Sire?
You’re here, but I feel your mind is elsewhere.
Gaston received a letter from his fiancée.
He read it to his men,
to ridicule words of love penned by a 16-year-old girl.
She will need to grow thick skin.
Gaston is hardly tender.
I fear that what your brother desires
cannot be satisfied by a marriage.
At times, I think I’d rather not be King,
that he may reign instead.
Louis.
You are King by God’s will.
I should come with you to Val-de-Grâce.
Père Arnoux is of good counsel. He’ll know how to soothe me.
If that is what Your Majesty desires,
I’d be thrilled.
No. Another time, perhaps.
Do join me quickly, after confession.
Madame...
What is it?
I’d like to see Count de Valcour.
He’s not here.
Wait. This belongs to him.
I’ll see if the Countess can see you. Follow me.
Isabelle de Valcour, a pleasure.
Please.
Pardon me for disturbing you.
On the contrary. I’m grateful to any who can distract me.
Your face is familiar. Have we met, perhaps?
I’m certain that had I met you I could not have forgotten.
I’ve just arrived from Gascony.
My name is d’Artagnan.
Pardon me. Do sit down.
Thank you.
I’ve been cooped up here for months, with a fever.
I’ve forgotten my manners.
I do devoutly hope you’re better.
I shall survive, apparently.
What can I do for you?
Yes, sorry.
I took possession...
of this, recently.
I need to find its owner. It’s very important.
Show it to me.
That’s Tancrède’s signet ring!
Tancrède?
My brother.
Where is he?
In the country, buying horses.
He’ll be so glad. Last month, when it was stolen, he was inconsolable.
Last month?
You seem crestfallen.
No, I... It’s nothing.
I’m happy for your brother,
but sad my trail stops here.
How very mysterious.
Indeed.
I must leave you, madame. My companions await me.
Perhaps they’ve had better luck.
Thank you ever so much for coming.
You did me a great favor.
The pleasure is all mine.
I assure you it’s not.
I can find...
my way out.
My compliments, madame.
Monsieur.
Hello, madame.
Monsieur.
I shall require your sewing talents.
What needs mending?
I do.
Come with me.
You’re lucky. Your heart was nearly hit.
It has been hit.
You’re quick to speak of love.
I think I didn’t speak of love.
Next time, I’ll sew your mouth shut.
All right, I’ll hush.
There.
Thank you.
Please stop moving around.
I’m not moving.
- You’re still moving. - No, really,
I didn’t move.
My heart perhaps, beating in my chest.
If you keep looking at me like that, I can’t finish.
Well, then I’ll look-- This way, is that better?
Too much? I know.
Now we have no problem.
Where did you get that?
- Isabelle de Valcour. - You know her?
No, she was killed a few days ago.
A woman took her place. She shot me.
- The Queen must be told. - The Queen?
Put this on.
Isabelle de Valcour acted as Buckingham’s messenger.
It’s a trap.
VAL-DE-GRÂCE ABBEY
Wait for me here.
Monsieur l’Abbé.
An honor to welcome you, My Lord.
Please follow me.
This is madness.
I would risk my life and 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?
No.
Where are your men?
Come on!
Have no fear, madame, it’s my life they want!
It’s him! He kidnapped Countess de Valcour!
Let her go.
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!
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.
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.
Leave, and never come back.
I beseech you.
We are, from now on,
linked by a secret.
I shall not live long enough to repay you.
If one day, you need help from the Queen of France,
she’ll be there for you.
I fear that day is closer than you think.
There’s another victim of this conspiracy.
A Musketeer, sentenced to death for a crime he didn’t commit.
And so?
And so it was terrible and...
and beautiful as well.
They embraced, trembling. She gave him the diamond necklace.
The Duke said something...
wonderful, just before he left.
“I’m leaving you...
“but I am keeping you close.”
It’s so sad.
Right. She should have kissed him.
Those are not my words.
Thank you.
Her life is not her own.
She’s the Queen of France.
Yes.
But you are not.
Constance.
I can see I touch your heart.
- You’re blushing. - No!
You are.
You’re mistaken about my cheeks.
It’s modesty, from your compliments.
No.
Good night.
- It’s not that way. - I know.
Why were you in Val-de-Grâce yesterday?
I saw Abbé Arnoux.
Wasn’t it rather...
Buckingham under that soutane?
What? What are you talking about?
What all Paris is talking about.
- Did the Cardinal hatch this slander? - No matter.
You won’t answer?
What is that snake’s accusation?
That you...
gave the Englishman your diamond necklace.
Here it is.
Open the box...
if you trust me so little.
Go ahead.
Verify.
Show what little respect you have for me.
Since your wife’s word
is worth less than someone else’s.
Go ahead.
Very well.
The rumors must stop.
Next Saturday, at Gaston’s wedding,
you’ll wear your diamond necklace.
Fine...
Sire, if that is your will.
And concerning your Musketeer...
He killed a countess.
He shall be decapitated.
That, too, is my will.
You leave tonight for London.
Attend a ball with the Duke present.
He’ll have the diamonds.
He’s among England’s most protected men.
And so it will be extremely costly.
See my treasurer, you’ll be paid.
You’ll get double if you’re back by Saturday,
Gaston’s wedding day.
The King did not pardon his musketeer.
He’s more preoccupied by his own fate than his men’s.
I’m like him.
Don’t disappoint me.
I regret I can’t attend this execution.
Fetch me those diamonds,
and you’ll attend that of the Queen.
We can’t let him do that!
No one passes judgment but the King,
and none may escape his.
But he’s innocent!
It’s over.
We can do nothing more for Athos.
Dear friends,
do not be sad.
It’s a good day to die.
I gave my all in life,
death can take nothing more.
Aramis, I leave you my rosary.
I’m sure you’ll make good use of it.
Porthos, I leave you my watch.
I know you’ll like it.
D’Artagnan,
though I didn’t have time to get to know you well,
I leave you my sword.
I know you’ll know how to use it.
We were the three musketeers.
Well, thanks to you, d’Artagnan,
you will still be that.
My friends,
I take my leave lighthearted,
head high,
proud to have fought by your side.
Adieu.
Long live the King.
And long live France.
Back up! Back up!
Make way!
This is sedition.
I forbade you.
I swear, Captain. On our lives, it wasn’t us.
There is one man alive
who’d risk it all to save Athos.
Benjamin.
Benjamin!
I told you I’d see you in hell.
Brandicourt.
Saint-Blancard.
Your brother vouched you were worth saving.
To think I’m glad to see you!
Catholic chants?
Have you converted?
To combat one’s enemy,
one must know him well.
Benjamin de la Fère, Athos’ brother.
- Saint-Blancard’s close ally. - Who’s that?
The leader of La Rochelle’s Protestants.
What is it, Captain?
An edict from Cardinal de Richelieu.
Close the gates!
Your face wasn’t Catholic enough, so they cut off your Protestant head.
Tréville was helpless, as was your King.
Richelieu, and he alone, rules this country.
We’ll found a Protestant republic.
Autonomous.
Join us.
Join your people.
We’ll strike the kingdom at its heart.
War is coming. Choose your side.
We’re accused of freeing Athos.
No one leaves the premises!
Silence!
I’m going to see the King, to plead our cause.
Aramis, Porthos, De Quillac and Bercquet.
Anyone who moves, strike him down.
Uzan and Ventadour, follow me.
The quarantine is for musketeers only. Go home, d’Artagnan.
Don’t stop.
Follow me.
In England?
You’re my only hope.
The Cardinal wants to bring the Queen down.
Have courage, but please be careful.
Your wish is my command. I’ll leave right away.
Wait. Here.
For your journey.
I’m already handsomely rewarded.
If I succeed, perhaps you’ll love me.
Don’t worry.
I’ll be back with her diamond necklace.
Athos?
So, that’s how you fight with my sword?
How did you find me?
Mademoiselle Bonacieux.
Beware of love, d’Artagnan. Worse than rifles.
Have you never loved?
Look around. All misery starts with it.
I can’t believe...
that love always leads down the worst path.
Let me tell you a story.
One that happened to you?
No.
To a close friend.
Long ago. A young Count.
Riding across his domain, he met a young woman.
She wasn’t pleasing,
she was inebriating.
She was so beautiful, so pure.
He might’ve seduced her, or forced her.
But though he’d known war, his heart remained...
noble,
and sincere.
She hated crowds
and worldly ways.
So, they married in secret,
without their families.
And they lived together for over a year.
Withdrawn. Alone together.
They were happy.
Happy as...
as cannot possibly last.
The young Count had a brother.
And he, in turn, was about to marry.
The Count was obliged to attend the wedding.
And this time,
his young wife agreed to go with him.
When he introduced her to his brother,
he went white.
He thought he recognized a woman he’d known in Paris.
That evening in the bedroom,
the lady admitted the truth.
She was the woman his brother knew.
Well... She was her no longer.
She had run away.
Married at 15 to a Marquis, she was subjected to abject horrors.
One night,
as he tried to obtain what she wouldn’t give,
she defended herself.
And she killed him.
Terrified, fearing conviction,
she fled under a false name,
and began that life of lies.
What did the Count do?
The Count?
The Count was a great lord.
On his land, he was the arbiter of justice.
He cared about his title, and his rank.
He delivered the fugitive to the authorities.
She was tried and convicted
to be branded,
and then hanged.
ENGLAND BUCKINGHAM’S MANOR
Well?
Enough soldiers here to take a Crusade to Jerusalem.
“Please”!
Probably not enough, right?
With this, it should be enough.
I see some irony in the choice of your costume, sir.
Really?
As the God of seas, it would be so easy to invade France.
Do I know you, Harlequin?
Perhaps...
Perhaps not.
Italian?
A lover of Italy.
But no.
Lady of Spain?
The wind changes every day,
I change every second.
You are well-traveled.
I love to discover new places,
my Prince.
I need a drink.
The calm after the storm.
Or perhaps before the storm.
You drink like someone who has something to forget.
Neptune?
If only it worked.
Don’t go anywhere.
No kill! No kill! Please!
Stand down. I know this man.
And I was just starting to enjoy this party.
Is the Queen in danger?
On order of the King,
the Queen, Saturday, at Gaston’s wedding, must wear
a certain diamond-studded necklace that you know.
May her will be done.
You’re a fool, George! A woman. Ravishing, dark, light eyes.
Dressed as an Harlequin.
Stop her!
Catch her!
The necklace.
I keep running into you.
Do you like me so much?
The necklace!
For whom do you work, Madame?
The devil, probably.
There’s a spark in your eyes, d’Artagnan.
And from that spark,
I’ll light a blaze to devour you.
Your Eminence.
The ship arrived at Calais, but she wasn’t aboard.
This way, gentlemen.
Please thank our friend.
The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways.
Are you ready for the most important moment of your life?
- Your Eminence. - Monsieur.
The King awaits you, Your Majesty.
I am really very sorry, Your Highness.
Go!
Eminence, have you seen my brother?
Yes.
Did he seem to have forgiven me for marrying him?
He seemed about to leave for the front.
He’ll learn that marriage is a war
without a victor.
For everybody triumphs.
Your Highness, your beauty is stunning.
Madame.
Why is it you’re not wearing your necklace?
I thought I’d wear it to the ball tonight.
A poor thought indeed.
Go and fetch it.
But your brother awaits us.
He can wait.
Your Highness.
There is a young man
at the service entrance. He’s in a hurry.
He’s here!
Tell me you have it.
- Tell me. - I do.
- Here. - Thank you, God.
“God” is a bit much. “My love” will do.
You never stop.
Constance?
Yes?
I...
Tell me...
you don’t love me.
Say, “I don’t love you,” and I vow that I...
That was only to shut you up.
You were right, Eminence.
It was mere slander.
The Queen deserved not my wrath, but my trust.
Thank you.
D’Artagnan.
- You’re here? - Yes.
You’re alive. Where were you?
In England. With Athos.
To battle an enemy, one must know him well.
We’ll strike the kingdom at its heart.
Gaston de France,
duc d’Orléans, de Valois and d’Anjou,
do you take as your wife Marie de Bourbon,
Duchesse de Montpensier?
I do.
Marie de Bourbon, Duchesse de Montpensier,
do you take as your husband Gaston de France,
duc d’Orléans, de Valois and d’Anjou?
I do.
In the name of the Father, the Son,
and of the Holy Church,
I pronounce you husband and wife.
Shooter! Shooter!
Keep back!
Protect the King!
The monks!
Over there!
Go!
Make way!
And Count Montecler d’Auvigné?
Died two days ago, Sire.
And Beaulieu de Verricourt?
Head wound. He won’t make it.
The prisoners?
Achille Brandicourt and Nicolas Beaumont. Protestant extremists of La Rochelle.
They carried coded letters which we are deciphering.
I’ll question them myself.
They’ll give up their accomplices.
I’ll count on your talents as confessor, Eminence.
Prepare troops for La Rochelle.
They don’t want my peace.
Let them have my war.
We shall take the city back from the Protestants.
I must take leave now.
In recognition of exceptional service,
to the Crown of France,
I dub you
Charles d’Artagnan,
Lieutenant of the Musketeer Company!
I’ll be worthy of this honor, Your Majesty.
Armand de Sillègue d’Athos d’Hauteville,
Count de la Fère...
I owe you my life, sir.
And so I return yours to you.
You are pardoned
and immediately restored
to the corps of Musketeers.
This life you give me,
I’d gladly give it again for you, Sire.
Rise, gentlemen.
Gentlemen,
here are the famous three musketeers,
who henceforth are four!
Long live the Queen!
Long live the King!
Your Majesty.
D’Artagnan.
I can offer you no title.
Only my eternal gratitude.
That’s the greatest gift I could receive.
No.
Risking her life, Constance Bonacieux was my messenger.
Today, it’s my turn to be hers.
She’ll expect you tonight at 10,
at the Chapeau Rouge Tavern.
Don’t be late, Musketeer.
I’m finished. You may go to Her Majesty.
We shall see that Protestants in France are hated.
Everything is going according to plan.
Each Protestant in the land will be seen for what he is...
A traitor.
We failed as you watched,
but the King can’t avoid death forever.
He is now in your hands.
You have your war. You’ll soon have the country.
Don’t worry for the prisoner.
Our friend will see to him.
By the grace of God,
your time has come, Master.
Help!
D’Artagnan!
Constance!
Let me go!
Help!
TO BE CONTINUED
Your Eminence?
Having received my instructions about your enemy,
might I say a word about mine?
Who might those be?
Musketeers.