The Return of the Musketeers Page #2

Let me alone.

I can see what you're doing here.

Marguerite, stop talking, come here.

Stand in front of me.

All right, go and talk to him.

Ouch! Get away from me,

you hussy you!

[ grunting ]

Ow!

- Planchet, attack them! Attack them!

- I'd help if I could.

- Planchet, get stuck in!

- Get stuck in -- stick in -- Oh, no, no!

- ...Alone!

- Marguerite!

It is you!

Ow!

Sorry.

[ coughing ]

Ha-ha!

Get off!

There's no room.

Aramis!

D'artagnan!

Did you drop from heaven?

No, from paradise.

Whose side are you on?

Oh, thank god for that.

That way!

Quickly! Quickly!

[ laughing ]

Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Come on!

After them!

Come on, men!

Just here.

Planchet, get rid of the horses.

Ah, welcome to the convent of noisy.

Normally we'd enter by the door.

- [ wheezing ]

- [ mooing ]

Don't worry, they're all still

at prayers. I'm very strict.

[ hoofbeats ]

Can you see them?

There they go.

After them!

Huh?

Strange, when I was a musketeer,

I longed to be a priest.

Now I'm an abbe

and I miss the old days.

Then join me. Think of it,

the four of us together again.

Serving Mazarin?

He's vain, greedy,

Italian and the queen's lover.

What sort of cardinal is that?

I suppose your next sermon

will be on poverty and chastity.

I never preach. Not since a gentleman

laughed at one of my sermons.

I said a mass for his soul.

Aha! You're still a swordsman, huh?

Not for cardinal Mazarin.

[ sighing ]

Oh, well, I'll just

have to try Porthos.

[ shouting ] Planchet! Where are you?

Shh, not that way.

Porthos is a very

rich man these days.

He married the great

estate in Picardy.

Help me with this, will you?

You won't tempt him.

Oh, I can talk Porthos

into anything. You'll see.

Planchet!

Shhh!

[ D'Artagnan ]

Sorry. Come and hold this rope ladder.

[ grunting ]

I've got it.

oh, yes, it's all mine.

Farms, pastures, miles of it.

These peaches are delicious.

From my own orchard.

Gettin' closer, you know.

[ Porthos ] Wherever it is, somewhere.

This vintage, exquisite.

My grapes are the envy of the

province, so they tell me.

And the air.

Oh, yes, my own air.

You like it?

Fragrance of money.

Ha, ha, happy Porthos!

No, my friend, unhappy.

I have neighbours, you see.

Rustic gentry, poor as mice

but with ancestors and titles.

I am plain monsieur

Porthos, so they snub me.

Oh, I've killed a couple of 'em.

[ gun cocking ]

But even that gets me no invitations.

So depressing.

Oh, god almighty.

You need action.

Service, sir.

A sword in your hand again.

And cardinal Mazarin

can provide it.

He'd give you a title, baron Porthos.

What would your neighbours

say then, huh? Baron?

Me? A nobleman?

With a silver crest on me coach.

Uh-huh!

By god! That'd show 'em!

Oh!

I thought it was going quite well.

You say Aramis refused to join us?

Incredible, a man of his

gifts skulking in a nunnery.

Athos is bound to come when

he knows I've agreed. I hope so.

Aramis tells me he's changed, since

he adopted a son a few years ago.

No more drinking or brawling.

Just a quiet country gentleman.

Deplorable!

It's hard to imagine. Athos

growing old at peace with the world.

[ Porthos laughing ]

You can take your summons,

soak it in wine and choke on it.

- You time-serving --

- Bring him down.

Bring him down, arrest him, bind him.

Athos, comte De la Fer, I summons

you on charges of riot, disturbance --

...Summons on me, you fool!

That man there, your father,

is he mad?

- Speak, man.

- My father's drunk.

I'm studying the relation of the planets.

Conversation with either of us is useless.

- Come back tomorrow.

- Summon the guard.

Summon the guard!

As far as I'm concerned,

I've served my summons.

- Oh!

- You can arrest him.

That one there!

Go on!

Oooh!

Aaah!

[ grunting ]

- Give me a hand, boy.

- Oh, father, reason with them.

What do you think

I'm trying to do?

[ men grunting ]

[ Athos ] Come on here!

Fine country gentleman, yes, sir.

One for all, come on!

And all for aaah--

what it 'tis?

D'artagnan!

Yes!

Welcome home, boy!

[ laughing ]

Oh, there you are. Remember him?

Porthos!

[ D'Artagnan ] Oh, wonderful, Athos!

You haven't changed!

This is wonderful!

[ laughing ]

- It's you.

- Ha, small world.

[ Athos laughing ]

Raoul! Come here.

I want to introduce you

to two old comrades of mine.

Raoul!

This is D'Artagnan!

And Porthos!

I'm afraid, gentlemen,

Raoul does not approve...

Of this or this!

Come, boy, your

toy can be mended.

Yeah, it's all here.

Won't take a minute.

Your servant, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, father.

Raoul!

Raoul! Is this any way to treat

my friends? Don't be hard on him.

Have you forgotten another

young man 20 years ago

who was most uncivil

to musketeers?

[ chuckling ] Leave him to Porthos.

He'll charm him out of it.

[ laughing ]

Him?

They fall at different speeds. Why?

Why do they fall at all?

What attracts them to earth?

Something to do

with religion, I expect.

Why should Mazarin want me?

Because you're Athos,

the bravest and the best.

[ chuckling ]

Was I ever that even 20 years ago?

And now, what should

he need me for?

To fight against the

Fronde and Beaufort.

Are you pledged to Mazarin, boy?

I've taken his pay.

Then give it back. There

is no honour in his service.

Look, if the Fronde

want to rescue Beaufort...

And replace this creeping

cardinal, let them.

What's it to you?

You are a solider, not a politician.

Why should you serve Mazarin?

To earn a living.

You have your estate and your son.

Aramis has his church...

And his women.

Porthos has more money than he can spend.

What have I got after 20 years?

Your honour, boy,

and that same clean heart that came

out of Gascony all those years ago.

God go with you.

I cannot.

[ sighing ]

Would have been good,

the four of us together again.

Planchet, get on

your horse if you can.

Porthos is worth a dozen.

Will you do something for me?

Will you look after the old fool?

I have a fondness for him...

And the young one.

Come on, that's a good boy.

Sit, sit.

[ Planchet mumbling ]

Does he suspect anything?

No, D'Artagnan trusts me, you see.

And your son, does he know?

I am sending him to Paris.

Come, we have a long ride

ahead of us.

[ crowd shouting ]

Get going!

No good talkin' to me.

You should have thought of that before.

Sell his boots first.

We won't get much for the rest.

[ crowd murmuring ]

In nomine patri

spiritus sancti.

[ crowd booing ]

[ groaning ]

Ah, you're the priest, huh?

My arm, help me, jesu, my arm.

You are the headsman of Lille?

What? Yes. Help me.

In god's name, my arm!

It's broken.

Twenty years ago you beheaded

a noblewoman, milady Dewinter.

You murdered her with

an axe such as this.

Not murder.

It was my duty.

You lie. You were hired to murder

her by four men. Who were they?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Remember and I will release you.

You swear it?

Oh, for pity's sake,

the one was called

the comte De la Fer.

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