The Three Musketeers Page #4

Athos, Athos!

Open up, it's D'Artagnan.

Open up, it's D'Artagnan!

We'll fight dragons with wine...

D'Artagnan.

My friend, welcome!

Welcome.

My beautiful magnificent friend.

Hinault,|wine for monsieur D'Artagnan.

The best in the house|for my dearest...

for monsieur D'Artagnan.

I thought we had to be|in Paris tonight.

Here man, I'm drinking.

Please sober up, for heaven's sake.

Ah purity.

His Lady doesn't approve of drink.

Let me tell you about women.

Athos.|I knew a woman once...

Athos!

No. Let's say that|I had a friend.

An aristocratic young friend.

He knew a woman.

Athos, for heaven's sake.

Have you forgotten|we are riding to the queen?

I was telling you about women.

Women! Women are the things|of your own making!

Have you forgotten our pledge?|All for one and one for all?

You pumpkin, village fool.

You hero.

What do you know of|anything besides swordplay?

I was speaking of women?

This friend is aristocratic,|a friend.

Fell in love with a country witch.

He married her.|Took her to his ancestral bed.

She was beautiful.

He worshipped her.

He saw her as nature was.

The pure, the good.

His angel of light.

But within a week's time his angel|of light had led a neighbor,

a young and truthful life|of chastity

and together they eluded|the local church.

My friend run the confession|for the woman

and turned her over|to the executioner.

They branded and shouldered her.

Then they cast her|out of his house,

renounced his ancestral claims|and he fled.

He changed his name and joined|the legions of the king.

He never saw the woman again.

But he still loves her.

I am speaking of...

We will ride to Paris.

Move on.

Move on.

Planchet, take the horses|inside that barn.

Hold those men.

In richelieu's name,|Stop or I'll fire!

Guards!|Surround that barn!

Get to the loft!

D'Artagnan!|Will you surrender?

I drink too much.

Come on!

Oh my headache!

Come on! Attack the barn.

Seize firing.

D'Artagnan.

If we should meet again.

I believe I was drinking|this morning.

I will.

I can tell fairy tales|when I drink.

You remember that.

Are we to surrender?

No, we will be here two minutes|and you will be free.

The gates of Paris will be open.

Come along, Planchet.|There must be two of us.

They will take you for D'Artagnan.

We will spend the night|in the Bastille.

Is Her Majesty|never going to appear?

I told you all I know.

She sent word|she is not feeling well.

Cystic food?

The supper is almost finished.

Well.|Maybe when the dancing begins.

Dancing.

I have a little gift for her.

When she does appear, Your Majesty,

Without sign of 12 studs|that were your gift to her.

Can I ask her|who stole these from her?

I am ready now.

But Your Majesty,|without the jewels you can't...

D'Artagnan!

The jewels, Madame.

I suspected you might have some|need for jewels, Your Majesty.

And so I...

I am heartbroken, Louis.

I had no time to display|the jewels properly.

My dressmaker arrived too late.

Your dressmaker,

Madame D'Artagnan no doubt.

But I am all confused.

Where did you get those two studs?

He said they were stolen.

Our great Prime Minister|reduced to stealing?

Perhaps we better|increase his allowance.

Yes.

You may give them to me|just the same.

My profound compliments.

Dispose of them as you will.

Where can we go?

I can't leave the palace tonight.

Tomorrow, somewhere.

My gratitude.

I kissed the queen's hand.

Have you no higher ambitions?

Tomorrow night.

Eight o'clock as the hand sounds.

The end of the flowers.

All the things|I go through for you, master.

No sooner they let me|out of the Bastille.

And here I am,|wearing your clothes.

I almost prefer the Bastille.

Ah Planchet, we must be careful.|Maybe Richelieu plans revenge.

If we run into an ambush,

surely his men must|mistake you for me.

Oh yes, that's true.

What are you saying, master!

Hahaah!

You may hang me if you desire.

But call upon you to witness|that I surrender freely,

voluntarily of my own choice.

Because I cannot stomach|the kind of justice

that takes the woman|and lets the man go free.

The man surpasses|even your description of him.

It's unbelievable.

You will release|mademoiselle Borassieu.

I bargain with you sir,|my life for hers.

Why should I want your life?

You don't want me?

Of course I want you.

I want you as a lieutenant|in my guard.

Young man, I can't afford to|have you as my enemy.

It's true.

You bring the affairs of state|to a complete halt.

But hang you?

What a waste.

Now a man like you D'Artagnan|brings out but one thing in me,

my inquisitive instinct.|Monsieur, I...

You are an ambitious man or|you would not have come to Paris.

May I suggest that|in your legions to the throne

you have joined your ambitions|with a falling style.

Monsieur, I did not come here|to pair you.

I came here about|a certain young Lady.

Yes.

Why don't we speak of her|another time.

Some time perhaps after you have|accepted my commission.

The countess De Winter.

Over here, you two haven't met.

The Countess De Winter.|Monsieur D'Artagnan.

Or have you met?

I am extremely interested in|this young man, my Lady.

I wonder if you would be so good|as to entertain him.

Give him a glimpse perhaps of|the kind society that will be his.

If he accepts a lieutenancy|in my guard.

Athos!

Aramis.

Porthas!

Careful, my friend Albert|has a very tender butt.

Aramis, they told me|you went to a monastery.

I thought I would not see you again.|It has only been a few days.

A great deal could happen|in a few days

that can change a man's life.

It seems, my friends, I am prepared|to increase the life of the stage.

I expected you at any time|to be joining me in the Bastille.

Richelieu took Constance in stead.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Richelieu knows.

Rochefort.|Countess De Winter, I think.

Oh, the famous countess De Winter...|Has anybody actually met her?

Yes, I have been seeing|quite a bit of her lately.

Gentlemen. Don't misunderstand me.

I love Constance.

How I love her.

My time with my Lady is spent|in polite conversation.

Don't you believe me?

He makes love to one woman|in order to make love to another one.

Gentlemen, all I want form my Lady|is her confidence.

You don't believe me.|We spoke of horses and gaskets.

The woman most notorious woman|in France.

The woman that not even Buckingham|could resist.

The most dangerous, fascinating,|appetizing, tantalizing.

And all he wants is her confidence.

I only see my Lady to find out|where Constance is.

Poor Constance.

Fifty francs he is in love with|his Lady by the end of the week.

You swine. He doesn't know|what it is to be in love.

When a man is in love|he is safe from anything.

You country boy.

You know I almost believe him.

Fifty francs by the end|of the week?

I almost believe him,|but not fifty francs worth.

You're all poor, corrupt creatures.

Well, you'll see.

She hasn't the slightest|appeal for me.

Although if I had|some slight appeal for her

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