The Three Musketeers

Well, you're not|just some pumpkin.

Some son of a country boar.

You're a gentleman.

Remember that|when you get to Paris.

A D'Artagnan from Gastonny is

as much a gentleman|as anybody else.

Maybe more so.|Yes, father.

Now I give you this letter|for monsieur De Treville,

he is a Gaston.

He's captain|of the King's musketeers.

I can't give you anything else.

A little advice.

A few crowns.

A horse.

A horse?

A great black horse?

A horse, yes.

It's not the horse.|It's not the money.

It's that letter to|monsieur De Treville.

And remember above all|that you are a D'Artagnan.

Your honor is your treasure.

And you are nothing from any man.

I've taught you the sword.

Now alright.

The slightest insult.

The smallest spoke.

My son.

Father.

I shall endure nothing sir|from any man!

Bye...

Boy!

My horse.

Boy!

My horse.

You find me amusing?

Perhaps you will find three feet|of steel even more amusing.

If you are trying to be|as funny as your horse.

You haven't a chance.

I endure no such remarks|from any man.

Watch him fender.

Monsieur?

Forgive me My Lady,|there will be a short delay,

while I dispose of|this local fire pot.

Which is more important?

Richelieu's mission|or your petty quarrels?

How do you know|he's one of the King's spies?

But my Lady, I...

Sir, I await your pleasure.

Must I arrange everything?

Soldier, if he has any papers;|destroy them.

Yes, my Lady.

"MUSKETEERS HEADOUARTERS"

Where do I find|monsieur De Treville,

captain of the King's musketeers?

Inside, up the stairs.

What am I going to do with you?

As a King's musketeer Aramis,|you'd make a fine priest.

And you Porthas.

A fine structure|to hang pretty clothes on.

With Athos.

Ill captain. Very ill. Mortally ill.

Then recapture me.

What do you want?

A monsieur D'Artagnan.|He has no letter.

Then why are you bothering me?

He's a Gaston sir.

Show him in.

The three of you brawling.

Getting yourself arrested.

By three of Richelieu's guards.

When you weren't even outnumbered.

The King is humiliated.

Forgive me captain, I am late.

You are wounded.

Who told the King|we weren't outnumbered?

He was lying.

Tell me who said it|and I will cut him...

I will address you,|or report the affair to the King.

My apologies, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Monsieur De Treville.

I ask one favor, my captain.

Let mine be the hand that|avenges these men.

I have a bad cough.

These three men happen to be|the three best swordsman in Paris.

I think Gaston;|they can take care of themselves.

What is it you want?

To be a musketeer.

I admire your spirit, but you have|come to me without even a letter.

I had a letter.

It was stolen.

Oh, that swine, if I get my...|Quietly, quietly.

What happened?

Well Sir, it was at Desacres.

A great tall,|ugly man with a scar.

Was he alone?

There was a Lady in a carriage.

A very beautiful lady.

Did he speak her name?

No sir, he called her a Lady,|but...

Do you know them sir?

She's back.

I beg you. Tell me their name.

I am going to the King.

D'Artagnan, a man is sometimes known|by the enemies he makes.

You will receive an appointment|to the cadets.

In due time you may perhaps|be admitted to the musketeers.

Monsieur!

Captain, my gratitude.

I...

...then tarnish.

Clumsy, big-footed idiot!

You are addressing|a future musketeer.

A future musketeer?

If you get the cackle birds|out of your hair perhaps.

And the barn yard|out of your manners.

I resent that.

Well, I shall give you|every opportunity

to put your resentment|behind the Luxembourg at noon.

Willingly sir.

The duchess gentlemen.

The duchess is swooned by feet.

I'll rapture my cape and...

My cape

A thousand crowns!

How do I get out of here?

By the end of my foot.

I endure no such insult|from any man.

Rapture and endure my sword in your belly|at the Louvre.

Name the hour.

One.|One.

Well.

What?

You embarrass me.

Aramis, don't tell me|there is no Lady in your life?

My life is dedicated to things|of the spirit,

not of the flesh.

My habit may be that|of a musketeer,

my habits are not.

You sir!

Who, me?

Yes, you!

Wait!

I was addressing you sir.

What is your hurry?

No, hurry at all sir. Oh, that's better.

Come on, that's enough.

Now tell me.

Do I look like a man who|spends his time with the ladies.

Well, if you don't sir,

then Paris must sigh|with the Ladies sighs.

That's not what I asked.

These gentlemen insist that|I waste my time with the Ladies.

I cannot conceive, sir.

That in the company of a Lady,

you would waste a single moment.

Man...

Take your heel,|before I take your throat.

Monsieur Aramis, your language.

Would you care to|object to my language

behind the Louvre at one o'clock?

Yes sir.

Couldn't we make it at two?

Well, you are in good time.

Where are your seconds?

Oh, I have no seconds|monsieur Athos.

I only arrived in Paris|last night.

What a pity.

To arrive in Paris on one day

and to be killed on the next.

Oh, there is no hurry,|my second hasn't arrived yet.

With all respect sir.

Would it be proper|if we didn't wait?

You see, I have|a similar appointment in an hour.

That is, if I survive this one.

No, just as you say.

But don't worry about it,|you won't survive.

You know, you're quite a fellow.

Your first day in Paris|and two duels.

Three.

I have another one an hour later.

Oh no.

Are these your seconds?

Athos,|this is not the man you fight?

Why not?|But I fight him in one hour.

And I am too.|You are too?

What a complete madman!

You know I'm affording|a positive affection for you.

You can afford his affection.

You will get him|before he is a corps.

Who are you to complain?|Complain!

Now just a minute!|Who found him first?

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen,|your quarrels are with me,

not with each other.

To talk so well|and to die so young.

I really do regret this.

Sorry, you're wounded.

You'll find the left hand|most confusing.

Come on.

Ready?

Athos! Hussacs

Richelieu's guards.

Five of them.

Leave your swords.|You are under arrest.

Three against five uh?

Four against five.

This gives me great pleasure|gentlemen.

Duels are forbidden.

In the name of|Prime Minister Richelieu,

I arrest you.

Do your best in the King's name.

Why don't you use|your right hand, Athos?

I save my right hand|for my drinking.

Touche!

Be careful. That's Husac

Behind you.

Let him go.

Gentlemen!

No, come watch.

Is this the peasant you were going|to fight with your left hand?

Hey!

Hey!

Bravo! Bravo!

Who are you?

Tell Richelieu,|the name is D'Artagnan.

You are moderate men.

Which one of you was so vulgar

to use a dueler's trousers|as a target?

I did sir.

You did that act!

By tomorrow|you'll be the talk of Paris.

But you have a great deal to learn.

Richelieu is|the King's first minister.

He is an unpopular,|but an extremely powerful man.

Richelieu has many ambitions.

Such as war against England.

And most important, the complete|destruction of the King's powers.

The King's position is delicate.

We don't want to|make it impossible.

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