The Three Musketeers Page #6

I am overwhelmed.

I have no words.

It is needless for a man of action|to have words.

My, what a strong hand.

It's yours.

Don't you think it is|a little bright in here?

The light is still in my eyes.

Oh, if I had you in my arms.

My own arms.

I meant...

Tell me you love me.

If only my heart were free.

Free of anger.

Free of fear.

Fear?

Oh my Lady.|Whom are you afraid of?

What do I live for|except your command?

What would you do to a man,|who holds my life in bondage?

Who persecutes me?

Who viles me?|Soils my honor in both soul.

Lady.

Speak his name|and you sentence him to death.

Count De Wardes.

Who?

Oh.

Oh yes, the count De Wardes.

You're afraid of him.

Well, my Lady.

Well, if you love me.

Well, that is not the question.

Do you love me?

Oh my Lady, to kill a man.

No matter my reputation,|I don't take killing lightly.

Why only yesterday|you were cool to me.

Cool to you?

You never know the agony|it caused me to sitting here cool.

While you talked about horses.

And I yearning to throw myself|into your arms.

Oh, I can't believe this.

And after you had left.

I had to receive|this filthy De Wardes.

To pretend that I feel.

My Lady.

Do I love you?

Like the stars at night.

The sun, the day, now,|tomorrow, forever.

My heart is yours constantly.

Irrevocably yours.

And yours alone.

Whatever my reputation,

monsieur D'Artagnan.|I don't take love lightly.

If I had only known.

Oh my Lady.

I am unworthy of you.

The things I have done|and had to do.

It's unworthy of you.

Oh no, my Lady.

Let me put your heart at rest.

It was not|the Count De Wardes you hate

that came to you last night.

Oh, forgive me.

Forgive me.

I know you will.

Don't you think it's|a little bright in here?

My Lady?|Oh, you foul, sickening...

Why will I take so little pleasure|in wrestling with women?

I will kill you, kill you.

Why am I a woman?

Why haven't I the strenght?

D'Artagnan, you are destroyed!

Guards! Guards! Please!

Kill him! Kill him!

He does rather well for a farm boy.

So this is how he spends his time|in polite conversation.

Shall we intrude?

She has promised to kill you.

She'll keep that promise|if she can.

Beware D'Artagnan.

Beware of strange men|in dark places.

And lonely roads.

That woman will destroy you|because she must.

You know her secret;

brand of a common criminal.|Flouris.

All I know is what I have done.

I'm unspeakable.

No.

Merely young.

You could be so much worse off.

She could be your wife.

Constance.

No. Isn't that a miracle?|The queen found me.

Oh my love.

Speak to me.

Darling, we have so little time.

Oh my angel of goodness.

Will you marry me?

Now, this instant.

I can't. There is no time.

Oh, you must.

The queen's carriage,|it's coming for me.

She's sending me where|Richelieu can't find me.

I will follow you.

I do not even know|where she is sending me.

Oh Constance, Constance.

Why don't we spend the time|there is together?

For my sake.

I have to leave soon.

Where I'll be I don't know.

What may happen to you?

We don't know.

You are afraid, aren't you?

You know, you could be killed.

Now you know everything about me.

No, it's just that sometimes I know

how young I am and know how much|I have to live for and...

I tremble, I...

I keep making mistakes that|follow me through all my days.

The Lady?

If I can figure you,|certainly she can.

Oh, you don't know her.

Oh, my darling.

Well, that's only the sun.

Yes?

Your carriage is here.

Where ever you are.

Where ever I am.

Your grace.

Welcome to Grandstone castle,|mademoiselle.

You'll be safe here.|Thank you, your grace.

Within a few hours you will be|separated from Richelieu

by the most impenetrable of|all barriers; the wall.

Fire!

Fire!

Attack!

Fire!

D'Artagnan, go back!|Tell His Majesty another road.

We'll hold this one|as long as we can.

Come out!

That's no English voice.

We're Frenchman!

Come out, Frenchmen.

Identify yourselves.

Men of the King's musketeers, sir.

What are men of the King's|musketeers doing in this vicinity?

Richelieu?

So I am going to have his Majesty|on my hands soon.

If I let these men go,

the news of this|little expedition will

reach His Majesty within the hour.

Musketeers.

I find my self abroad|this dark night

with insufficient escort.

Well, his Majesty has...

We're at your command, sir.

Good.

There is a village yonder|with an inn called "Dragon Rouge".

One of you up front, two behind!

My own men will|stand guard outside.

Give my trusted friends here a room|downstairs with a decent fire.

Gentlemen, you may have my room.

I put in a new stove only this day.

Good.|And landlord, watch their door.

Let them out only|in case of trouble.

Monsieur, would you be|kind enough to inform me

of the reason for|the secrecy of this meeting.

It's imperative that|no one suspects

either that I had anything to do|with your leaving.

I have arranged it therefor,

that not long after|I go out of this building

men will appear|and kidnap you by force.

They will know that|you are going willingly

of course, so I advice you|not to resist them.

They will put you on a boat.

By morning you will be in England.

You will then proceed to|Buckingham's headquarters

at Grandstone castle,

and appear before him.

Well, after the affair|with the diamonds.

That's impossible.

It will help that Buckingham knows

that at least you're|in my complete confidence.

You will present yourself|to Buckingham, my Lady, openly.

My negotiater.

My Lady.

Do I understand the great Richelieu

is preparing to negotiate a peace?

You do, my Lady.

Buckingham is arranging|an alliance with Spain.

With Austria and their reign.

If he is successful,|then the days of my power

and your affluence are numbered.

But what if he refuses|to negotiate?

You disappoint me, my Lady.

We can't play for Gods|if that is what he wants.

Of course Buckingham will|refuse to negotiate.

Well, but then...

Well, you use your|famous imagination.

Are you suggesting that|I have him assassinated?

I suggest nothing.

I merely rely on your imagination.

What are your terms?

I shall need something from you.|Of course.

In writing.

A carte blanche.

A carte blanche?

But you have my word.

In writing.

It is by my orders,|for the good of the state.

That there has been some...

Richelieu.

This will be quite satisfactory.

Sst. Listen.

The rest is bargaining.

My terms are simple.

First, there is a certain estate|in the vicinity of Lyon.

A barony.

It was renounced by its owner|quite some years ago.

It now belongs to the throne.

I want that estate, and the title.

That's easily done, my Lady.|What else?

Second, and last...

I want the head of|monsieur D'Artagnan.

Delivered to me preserved|in a small box.

Oh no, my Lady.

As of yet I have not yet|given up hope for him.

You may give up hope for him now.

His instructions were to let us|out in case of trouble.

Nobody said we couldn't|start it ourselves.

Quickly, there seems to be trouble!

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