The Musketeer

You went on the defensive too soon.

Ah, you gave too much ground.

A Musketeer would never do that.

A Musketeer doesn't fight his duels

after a morning of farm chores.

No, but they drink

and carouse all night.

So it's much the same thing.

Time to eat.

Don't fill his head with that.

D'Artagnan wishes to serve his king

as the bravest of Musketeers.

Well, I might have a drink

now and then.

Aren't we waiting

for Planchet?

Oh, I would,

- but my hunger wont

- Riders coming.

Please join. There is not a lot,

but youre welcome to share it.

You don't recognize me,

Gaston?

Not since you no longer

wear the colors of the King.

Are you the son?

You know your father was

quite a swordsman at one time.

- The best in Europe.

- Second best.

- He's second to no one.

- He is no one but a cripple.

Leave now.

Not without the taxes.

Ive paid my taxes to the King.

Oh, that does the Church

no good at all.

Taxes for the King,

taxes for the Church,

taxes for the sheriff,

taxes for the mayor.

It's a wonder there is

anything left to eat.

Does it look like

I've struck gold here?

Such insolence...

from a thief.

- My father is not a thief.

- D'Artagnan! Please.

Listen to your mother,

and listen to me.

A man who does not pay his taxes

is no more than a thief.

- My father was a Musketeer.

- I know.

Planchet.

Not here.

I've heard otherwise.

You've heard wrong.

Not only a thief,

but also a liar.

I'm so sorry,

little D'Artagnan.

Planchet will take

care of you.

I do not hope to replace

your parents. No one can.

However,

I would like to help you

in becoming a man.

It's a rather

tricky journey.

I will be your guide.

I want you to teach me

to become a Musketeer,

like you taught my father.

I will find that man

and kill him.

Listen to me, D'Artagnan.

Listen to me carefully.

I didn't teach your father

how to kill. I taught him how to live.

I don't understand.

That's because youre a boy.

You have always

had your father in you.

I can see it in your eyes.

You will become a Musketeer.

A great one.

Understand...

it will not happen quickly,

and it will only happen if you listen.

If you teach me,

I will listen.

I'd be honored.

Whoa. Whoa.

DArtagnan, this place invites

one for bad food and worse company.

Oh, well, I just want

breakfast, not a new home.

You have money?

Yes.

- Who invited you?

- The space is free.

Move.

You're attracting flies.

Forgive my associate.

Strangers make him anxious.

What with the public running wild,

thieves and cutthroats around every bend--

I'll keep my eyes open.

Get out!

Go on, go away!

- Where are you going?

- Paris.

- Oh, what business takes you there?

- Mine.

Stop!

Put down your sword

or he's dead.

This man is a moment from his

death if you don't put down your sword!

What do I care about

some old man?

I think you do care.

- Why did you come here?

- I wanted to watch.

- I will kill him!

- You'll be dead before you do.

Well, I'd love to see how

all of this turns out,

however I have

a long ride ahead of me.

You have an interesting fighting style.

Where did you acquire it?

Here and there.

Perhaps there.

Certainly not here.

When you bury Darcy, I wouldn't

be too concerned about a cross.

He was not a man

consumed by religion.

If you survive, don't try

these heroics in Paris.

You will not last the day.

When you pass the entrance,

would you send

six of my men back?

- Six men?

- Well, that should be

enough, dont you think?

He doesn't have men outside!

He's-- He's bluffing.

Let him go now.

He doesn't mean

much to me.

However, he is a friend

of the men outside.

They will not be merciful.

I see you have been

making friends again.

Why didnt you do anything?

He was no match for you.

This was your test,

not mine.

Hyah!

Whoa!

Why are we stopping?

We are emissaries

from the King of Spain.

I have a document from

King Louis guaranteeing me

safe passage in France.

Whoa!

You said there were

always 50 or 60 men here

waiting to be assigned...

and that one

could mark this villa...

by the men outside

begging to call themselves

Musketeers.

by the men outside

begging to call themselves

Musketeers.

Things change.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Monsieur Revile?

- Your guards too low.

- Nothing wrong with my guard.

I'm looking for

Monsieur Revile.

He is not receiving visitors.

He will receive me.

Please forgive Aramis.

He's not at the peak

of civility this morning.

I'm civil as this stray deserves.

You have the courage

of wine for breakfast.

May we give Revile

a message?

You may give him this.

Just the name will do.

My father was a Musketeer.

Revile gave him this sword.

I'm Porthos.

This is Aramis.

- We, too, are Musketeers.

- You two? Musketeers?

- So much for civility.

- I'm sorry. It's just that I had no idea--

- Well, now is not the best time

to be a Musketeer.

- Or the child of a Musketeer.

On the 12 of 'April,

just outside of Lyon,

the Spanish envoy and his escorts

were slaughtered.

The sword and tunic

of a Musketeer were found.

But who would believe

the Musketeers capable?

Cardinal Richelieu.

Or so he professes to.

The Musketeers

have been suspended.

Replaced by Richelieu's

own private guards.

And Revile, as our leader, has been, uh...

detained until there's a full inquiry.

Detained where?

In the Cardinal's jail.

We must get him

out of jail.

Well, that seems unlikely.

What of the King?

These are his Musketeers.

Surely he will want us

to free Revile.

- He will not meddle where

the Cardinal is--

- You have a loose tongue.

I'm hardly giving away

great secrets.

Perhaps one more secret.

The name of a place to stay.

Certainly.

Your guard's

too low.

Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

It's been a lifetime

since my last confession.

I have murdered,

plundered, raped.

Oh, and I have been...

uncharitable.

Don't make a mockery

of the Church.

- You sent for me.

- You've gone too far.

I wish to scare the Spaniards.

Embarrass the King.

I want political tension,

not war.

Oh, the Spaniards were scared.

You could see it in their faces

just before they died.

And I'm certain King Louis

feels embarrassed.

Buckingham must be dealt with.

He is coming despite

what happened to the Spanish.

If the King makes peace with

the English, it will strengthen

his position with the people.

So, let me see,

how can I phrase this?

Without killing anyone,

make the King a fool

in Buckingham's eyes.

What if I absolutely

must kill someone?

Well, if you must, you must.

Whoa.

Three pistoles a week,

a week in advance and-- Oh.

It says you have no money

and that you are a man of honor...

and blah, blah, blah, blah.

My niece, Francesca.

She's lovely.

Not if you must live with her.

She thinks she's something

special because her mother

hemmed dresses for the Queen.

She sometimes

forgets her place.

Sorry, Francesca. Gout.

Puts me in a foul humor.

Show monsieur a room.

I have some

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