The Musketeer Page #4

- Or wise.

What is not wise

is hiding here,

letting Cardinal Richelieu

dictate what I do.

I will no longer cower

in this place.

Then Richelieu

will have you cowering

in one of his jails instead.

Aramis, I do not intend

to cower at all.

If they want

to put me in jail,

if they want

to hang me,

so be it.

I will no longer hide.

Your Majesty, Buckingham

has left for England...

after the fiasco at the banquet.

The situation with the English

grows more...

intense.

If you will excuse us.

The concerns of the Crown

are my concerns as well.

- We do not wish to trouble you.

- I assure you...

if anything can help keep peace,

it's not troubling.

I think there is still

an opportunity--

The role of the Queen

is not to think.

- But if I could explain--

- The Queen wishes to

return to her chamber.

I would not presume to dictate

the behavior of the Queen,

but she grows

more strong-willed.

It does you

an injustice.

- I will deal with her.

- I'm certain that you will.

Your Highness.

Most of the Musketeers

are in the cells back here

and here.

Most of the Musketeers

are in the cells back here

and here.

At dawn,

they change guards.

The hour before,

they'd be most vulnerable.

They'll expect it.

They're counting on it.

That's what

makes it fun.

Francesca!

I need your help.

Yes, of course.

Anything.

You could start

by taking the pistol

from my head.

Sorry.

Please, come with me.

Where?

We escort the Queen.

She visits Buckingham,

a last plea to avert war.

Won't the King's Guards

escort her?

No, the King does not know.

Richelieu does not know.

No one must know.

Not now, not later.

I must have

your word on that.

You have.

But you could wait

one moment.

There's no time

for that.

Well, there's

no time for that.

Are you bragging?

I will wait outside.

Don't deny youre cheating.

What do you call

that card you are hiding

in your sleeve?

The ace of spades.

Good morning, D'Artagnan.

You may close

your mouth now.

Her Majesty thought it best

to travel as a commoner--

dressed as a commoner,

and in the company

of commoners.

Oh, how fortunate

we're so common.

What you do is

most important for France.

Only the four of us

will ever know.

DArtagnan!

We've been

looking for you.

We need your help.

We ride

to free the Musketeers.

I... cannot go.

Cannot go?

There's something

that I must do.

Uh, well, uh--

Take care and do it.

We'll wait for you.

What is so important

that you cannot help

a Musketeer?

As you so frequently

remind me, I'm not

a Musketeer.

Wait here.

I'll get some food.

Don't leave the coach.

Hey.

Hmm.

Two loaves of bread

and that small wheel

of cheese, please.

- Oui, monsieur.

- The one next to it,

if you please.

- Go back to the coach.

- And a nice bottle of wine.

I'll bring it to you.

Back to the coach, please.

I know you, don't I?

- I very much doubt it.

- You're Hessian.

I don't think

I like your tone.

Well, that's the only one

I have for people

who sell their loyalties.

You have insulted me!

This is foolish.

There's no quarrel here.

- Would you fight a man

over nothing?

- Enthusiastically.

I'm enjoying this.

I suppose a Queen...

participates

in few tavern brawls.

This Hessian concerns me.

They're mercenaries hired

by someone not friendly

to the Crown.

In case we stop...

at another tavern.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- Get down. Hold tight!

- What is it?

Come on!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey!

- Whatever happens, you keep going.

- Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

You'd be best going.

She might sleep until autumn.

I have never slept through

a whole season.

You hear the most interesting

things about yourself...

when people think

you're asleep, hmm?

This is Francesca Bonacieux,

an old friend.

- Mmm.

- And this is D'Artagnan,

a new friend.

Oh, D'Artagnan.

Perhaps a little to eat...

and then on your way?

I have no intention

of leaving you.

I mustn't draw

attention to myself.

And...

if things should turn...

difficult, it's better you know

little of what goes on here.

I will be deaf and blind,

but I will stay.

Francesca, I want you

to return to Paris.

- It's not good, it's not good.

- What's not good?

The lead horse lost a shoe.

But we can't replace them

till the swelling comes down.

You may as well go.

It could be hours.

Days. Weeks.

How can we go?

I'll be back in a moment.

I saw a Musketeer's tunic

in your room.

It's my father's.

My parents were killed

when I was a boy.

- They were murdered.

- I'm sorry.

I was there. I watched.

Couldn't stop it.

You were a boy.

I should

have done more.

So, that's what

this is really all about.

In the beginning, yes.

It's all I thought about.

Planchet, he raised me.

He taught me everything.

He taught me that

if I really wanted

to be like my father,

I need a higher purpose

than hate.

- Are you now like your father?

- You ask a lot of questions.

How else am I to learn?

Are you like your father?

I'm still trying.

- Don't look at me like that.

- Like what?

- Those eyes.

- They're the only eyes I have.

It's unfair.

It's the Tear of Brionne.

Shed by Saint Bridget,

because she couldn't feed

all the poor.

Wherever her tears fell,

a fruit tree grew.

Provided food

for the hungry.

Thank you.

When you look

at me like that,

I don't know what to say.

Sometimes it's much better

to say nothing.

Would you care to

say that again?

This is not after,

this is between.

Don't.

I don't believe

we've had the pleasure.

Who are you?

- Your pallbearer, if you hurt her.

- In truth, I know who you are.

D'Artagnan.

The name is familiar.

Maybe you can tell me

all about yourself,

just before you die.

But, first--

Where is the Queen?

Where is the Queen?

- No.

- Do not tell him!

- The lady gives unsound advice.

- Do not harm her.

- But I feel the need

to harm someone.

Where is the Queen?

Hmm?

Oh, how touching.

The Tear of Brionne.

It's a beautiful place,

Brionne.

I believe the Queen has

an old acquaintance there.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Bring her.

Fire away, boys.

Come on, girl.

You're going to come with us.

Febre left me here,

in case you were not dead.

Just one? I'm insulted.

Don't be.

For whom

do you do this?

For my own pleasure.

Now write the letter.

Richelieu?

No, he wouldn't go that far.

He believes that

rhetoric conquers nations.

- Chaos conquers nations.

- Did you kill the Spanish envoy?

Yes. Write the letter.

You bring us

to the brink of war.

Now it's time

to push you over.

Write the letter.

Am I to assume, then,

- that you won't write the letter?

- I would die before I help you.

Well, you wouldn't

be the first.

You have...

no children.

No.

But you like children.

Of course you do.

Everybody likes children.

Except for me.

She's very pretty, isn't she?

- Why are you doing this?

- No, you said...

that you liked children.

Well, do you like them enough

to save her life?

- Is there no mercy in your heart?

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