The Three Musketeers Page #7

Athos!

The bargain?

If he succeeds in England,|she gets D'Artagnan's head.

No, wait.

You and Portas go back to|camp with Richelieu.

Find D'Artagnan,|bring him here by morning.

Leave the woman to me.

Tell Richelieu I'm scouting ahead.

What happened?

Where is the other musketeer?

I don't know what happened,|monsieur.

Athos went on ahead.

He said he'd scout around.

This man...

I have a message from Richelieu.

All is quiet;|you have nothing to fear.

Good.

Don't be afraid, Charlotte,

I can neither kill you|nor take you away.

Your kidnappers in a few minutes|would report to Richelieu

either your corps|or your disappearance.

You, my dear wife,

thinking it's neither becoming|nor believable.

Richelieu gave you a certain paper,|a carte blanche.

Since I can not kill you,|I must at least have that paper.

You will give it to me, Charlotte,

or I shall have to take it.

No!

Help! Don't hit me!|I'm the landlord.

Help. Help. Help.

What the hell? Stop it!

The Lady you're|looking for is upstairs!

Your orders have changed however;

she is not to be taken to the boat.

Athos?

Athos?

Water.

You could have at least used wine.

With the compliments and|the apologies of the house.

A woman sending apologies to a man

who has never appreciated|landlords before.

D'Artagnan.

They have told you that?|Yes.

None of us can go to England.|We're soldiers.

If we're caught on English soil,|we would be hanged.

I suggest Planchet|go to Buckingham.

Planchet?|Hmm?

You're going to England.

Yes, master.

I'll get shot!

Unlikely.

I... get seasick.

Undoubtedly.

D'Artagnan.|Do you think that Planchet is a...

My faith in Planchet|is my faith in a friend.

I will go, master.

Well, just so you'll have|no difficulty in travelling.

Richelieu himself gives you|his blessing.

Be back a week from today.

My friends will be|in the French camp,

but I may be in hiding.

If you fail, Richelieu may be|wanting my head.

Now. Tell Buckingham...

That this same woman,

who has been promised|my master's head,

has come to England,|not to assassinate,

uh, not to negotiate a peace,

but to assassinate you.

Then imprison her, my master said.

This is one of Richelieu's tricks.

Bind her, chain her.

Surround her with guards.

Pick from your most trusted men.

She is evil herself.

Now can I go back to France?

How do I know you're not|one of Richelieu's tricks?

Is there anyone in England|who can identify you?

No, sir.

I uh...|Well?

Oh. My master says that|you will know this.

This man has in his possession|the diamond stud

that you once stole from me.

But of course, your grace.

That he stole of me.

He was one of my servants.

Where have you been, Duvalle?

I have been trying to find you|to have you hanged.

Hanged? Duvalle?

My name is Planchet.

My master is monsieur D'Artagnan.

Would you do me the favor of|having this creature hanged?

Planchet.

Oh my sweet Planchet.|How is he?

How is he?

My Lady.

You are under arrest.

Countess De Winter,|may I present to you your jailer,

mademoiselle Bonnasieux?

You will have a company of guards|at your disposal, my dear.

But you will be responsible|for this woman.

You see you are a woman yourself

and save them all|from obvious temptation.

If she escapes you,

You must know that I will be|her first victim.

And D'Artagnan,|the man you love, the second.

I think you make a better jailer|then any man in England.

Remove the prisoner.

I haven't come to the best news.|I haven't come to it yet.

Mademoiselle.

The Lady who lived downstairs.

The Lady you married.|Constance?

She's in England!

You saw her?|Right in the castle!

Oh, and the wit of|that monsieur Buckingham.

You know, I had always thought|Englishmen weren't very bright.

Well you see,|there was some question about

who was to be the woman's jailer.

Never mind about that.|Tell me about my wife.

But that is what I am telling you.

He made the mademoiselle a jailer.

But that is a funny story.

Did I leave something out?

Planchet.

Did he trust the Madame|to the mademoiselle herself?

Oh, there was to be soldiers.

He trusted Satan to an angel.

Planchet, saddle my horse.

D'Artagnan, you can't go to|England. You will be hanged.

Stop being overprotective.

You'll be a deserter. In France.

Right! I too then!

They didn't tell me you were sick.

Let me address you.|No.

I will call the surgeon.|No!

I forbid it.|Believe me.

Pray for me. You're young.|You're good.

He will listen to you.|He won't listen to me.

Pray that I die.

Is that what you have been|praying for?

To die?

Yes.

I'll call the surgeon.

No! Pray for me, that's all.

Of all you I pray.

Leave me.

Leave me.

Madame, call the surgeon?

She won't let me.

There is nothing wrong with her.|She's just pretending.

She knows that|if I call the surgeon,

he will find out.

Yes.|It's Alvin of the guard

I brought you your lunch.

Mercy.

Mercy, let me die.

Let the surgeon see you.

Let the surgeon see me?

Let Buckingham know?

He'll hang me.

Tomorrow, today.

But I trust you.

To be hanged.

A common criminal.

An Englishman knew...

Have I ever lied to you?

Have I ever pretended|to be anything

but what I am?

No.

Your D'Artagnan.

I kill him in an instant.

And Buckingham, that swine, I...

I am who I am.

And I have no concerns with your

silly right's and wrong's.

But heaven, heaven

may I not have pride?

Must I die at the hand|of an Englishman?

I won't tell, I swear.

A knife.

Don't you?

Are you merciful or are you not?

It will save me.

Bring me a knife.

Let me end this.

I don't understand why|he is torturing me.

Oh, I can't endure.

Oh, I can't.

Here is home, there is England.

I am mademoiselle Bonnasieux.

I am in charge of a certain person.

I am sick.

I can't take|further responsibility.

His grace cannot be disturbed.

Oh, but I must see him.

Tomorrow perhaps.

I will give him the message.

She is laying on the floor.

She's all doubled up like...

Madame,|I take my orders from you.

But you are no officer|and I can tell you this:

We don't treat no dog in England

like you are treating her.

I am getting the surgeon.

No.

Are there any other guards on duty?

Yes, madame.

Send them away.

But...|You stay by her door.

Close the peephole.

I will be with my Lady|in a few minutes.

But I forbid you to watch|or have anybody else around.

Yes, Madame.

Will you send for the surgeon?

I don't think|that will be necessary.

My Lady.

I... I brought you a book.

Lieutenant St. Clair,|returning from France.

I have urgent dispatches|for his grace,

directly for your lord,|the Duke of Buckingham.

I have to report to|the captain of the guard.

Follow me sir.

Go! Go!

Guards! Guards!

Follow me!|Frenchmen in the castle!

Fire! Fire! Officers!

You are mademoiselle Bonnasieux.

You came earlier I believe.

His Grace was disturbed|by your message

and asked that if you returned,

you'd been admitted.

Let her go.

Frenchmen in the castle.|Report to your corporal.

Yes sir!|Which way is the prisoner's quarter?

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