The Three Musketeers Page #3

I need you my Lady.

Buckingham is in possession of|a set of diamond studs.

Twelve studs.

I would be grateful,|immensely grateful,

if you were to go to England|and steal two of them.

Steal two.

What am I, a common thief?

I could hardly trust a common thief|with such a mission.

The jewels were presented|to Buckingham only last night.

By the queen.

Oh, so he reached the queen.

How comical,|despite all your precaution.

I leave the making of excuses|to Rosewood.

And his excuses|can be quite imaginative.

It is claimed that|some lone monster named D'Artagnan

annihilated all my men.

Oh no, what a catastrophy!

It takes a good man to prevent|a catastrophy my Lady.

And a great man|to make use of one.

You and I, my dear|are rare creatures

in this ancient world of impulsive men.

We have intellect.

We think.

When we think our impulsive enemies|are helpless.

The King opposes my plans|for war with England.

It is my belief that|if Buckingham's relations

with the queen|can be demonstrated,

his Majesty's objection|to my plans may be lessened.

But your grace, how can you|trust me with such a confidence?

What if I refuse to go to England?

Can there be any one|be more trustworthy

than an ambitious woman|of fashion...

with a history?

You said yourself my Lady,

I know everything that transpires|or has transpired... in France.

The spies. They're everywhere.

Can you go to England?|To England?

Nobody knows I come to you.|Only the queen.

Oh the poor queen.

Oh Constance.

Richelieu arranged a banquet|for the first of the month

for the express purpose of|displaying the queen's new jewels.

It's a set of|twelve diamond studs

and he gave them to her|for her birthday

and she has to wear them.

But I...|But they're in England.

She gave them to Buckingham.

Richelieu has found out and now|he wants the King to find out.

And she just has to wear them|at the banquet or...

Well, it's only nine days|and I don't...

I love you.

Oh...

Oh, you need this letter.

You tell the queen I'll be back|with the jewels in nine days time.

What would I do without you?

When I come back...

When you come back...

So this letter must be delivered|in England

and the jewels returned to Paris|by the first of the month?

We have just one advantage.

Richelieu doesn't know|we're going.

My friend, my friend.

My young country friend.

When will you learn about Paris?

By now, Richelieu,|without the slightest question,

knows even the color|of your underpants.

Well, it is my obligation,|not yours.

If we all went,|there'd be a better chance

that one of us would survive|to return to Paris.

To die among friends.

Can a man ask more?

Can a world offer less?

Who wants to live|till the last bottle is empty?

It's all for one D'Artagnan.

And one for all.

On your way|Four against one...

In the queen's name wouldn't you,|on your way!

Stay with your master, Porthos. Go!

The town of Becourt lies|just beyond there.

I once knew a Lady|that lived there.

Some of my most beautiful memories|are associated with this road.

D'Artagnan, are you alright?|D'Artagnan, are you alright?

This way, lieutenant.|That was long ago, I tell you.

I hope your Lady|still lives in the town.

That was long ago, D'Artagnan!

Long ago!

Separate, men.|We will cut them off.

Here, master!

Husanne.

We meet again, D'Artagnan.

Ride, D'Artagnan, the queen.

Planchet.

A boat for England.

The port was closed last night.

By whose orders?

Richelieu, monsieur.

Our beloved Reginald.

A boat for England.

No boats.|The port is closed.

I am the count De Wardes.

I have special permission|for revenue.

You will have to get it signed|by the governor of the port.

Where could I find this individual?

The last house on the point.

And such a handsome man he was.

Don't talk like that.|He is not dead.

Well, I'd rather be dead|than resemble a seal.

Or maybe I...

Maybe I'd just rather be dead.

What a man.|Hmm.

I said what a man.

Letters from the famous|Countess De Winter.

By the way, Planchet, don't forget.

My name is...

I am the count De Wardes.

The count Du B...

I can not think of no one|I can put my trust in.

The only good thing is that|you are not an Englishman.

An Englishman in his grace|would probably take this box

back to Paris without|looking to see what is inside it.

With all respect Sir,|I am a Frenchman.

You skeptic.

Malice.

Malice!

You disgusting thief.

Which one of you|stole these jewels?

I will have you hanged|from the highest bridge in London.

Oh, your...|Don't lie to me!

No one has been in my room, except...

Summons my jeweler.

This instant!

How many days do you have left?|Five?

Without the one or two stops, sir...|Never mind about that.

If your feet have wings and|you roll the wind.

How long does it take|to get to Paris?

Three days.|You are alone?

I came to Paris with friends, Sir.

I hope at least|one of them is alive

and can help me get back.

Rosewood. Draw 100,000 Francs|for the Countess De Winter.

Yes, monsieur.|Oh and Rosewood,

what about that body of|young D'Artagnan?

He is dead.|Excellent.

Then why do you look so unhappy?

Well, five of my men|have each assured me

he has killed him.

And each of them|in five different places.

Place extra guards on every road.

Close the gates of Paris

until D'Artagnan's corps is|delivered to me here in my palace.

Or his person is lodged|in the Bastille.

Yes, monsieur.

Nobody has seen him.

I have every confidence that you,

you a man of equal capacities|to the King,

will someday be equal to a man

that is not yet a musketeer.

Hello, D'Artagnan.

Portos!

I thought you were wounded.

I am, I am, but the jewels...

Here, safe.

Ah, that man, that Buckingham.

Two have been stolen and|he wants two made in 48 hours.

Well, come on, man.|Take your horse. I need you.

Porthos, when did a wound come|between you and a fight?

Well, unfortunately|the position of this wound

comes between me and my horse.

I give you my word|I was not running away.

I was fighting magnificently when...

who should appear?

But no, what a beautiful woman.

I let my eyes stray for|just one moment when... zip

I am disgraced.

When was I ever wounded|in a locality?

So it was impossible to explain.

Well.

I can see you're in doubt.

No, my dear friend,|merely in a hurry.

Where can I find Athos?

In a monastery.

Where?

My friend Athos has renounced|the world of the flesh.

But it has only been a few days.

Yes. He says a great deal|can happen in a just few days

that can change a man's life.

I suspect...

His Lady has great courage|in remembering him.

Oh heaven, heaven.|Let Athos still be alive.

I said wine!|I have none.

What kind of idiot...

Why don't you go down|in your cellar?

I can't go down there.

Why not?|Merci, gentlemen.

Believe me,|there is a madman in my cellar.

A madman.

He took refuge in my cellar|a week ago.

He's been down there for a week.

All my food. All my wine.

Three more days like this|and I am ruined.

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