The Three Musketeers Page #8

Up the stairs.|His grace has been murdered.

Lord Buckingham has been murdered!

Frenchmen in the castle!

Frenchmen in the castle,

follow me, men!

Guards, guards!

Guards!

Guards!

Athos!

Constance. My wife.

My wife.

My Constance.

We will never have time.

Oh yes, my love.

Yes, we have time.

Of course we will have time.

Now look at me.

Look at me.

Keep looking at me.

You and I.

We will have everything|you ask for.

Time to be in love.

Hold me.

Oh heaven, let me be|strong enough for two of us.

Monsieur D'Artagnan.

We will only have a few seconds

and they will come in this room.

We have no Buckingham|to protect us now.

D'Artagnan,

You must come|there is nothing more you can do.

Listen to me!

De Winter is still alive!

Catch them! Catch them!

I advise you D'Artagnan,

Try to lose yourself|on the road to Spain.

Richelieu has given orders|for your arrest.

As for the woman, forget her.

You ask the impossible.

This woman has assassinated|the Prime Minister of England,

murdered D'Artagnan's wife.

What do you propose to do?

Find her.

We lost her somewhere|on the road to Lille.

We merely asking you,|has she been in Paris?

Athos, this woman is protected|by Richelieu.

If you touch her.

Gentlemen, are you aware of|what will happen to you?

To all of you?|We are.

Leave her.

I beg of you.|Leave her to

the justice of the state.

When there is no justice|in the state.

If you come to terms in Paris

The road to Lyon.

Athos, remember the night you said

when she was bargaining?

Lyon, an estate near Lyon?

A Barony?

She demanded the estate,

and the title.

Is this more or less beautiful|than Gastonny,

I wouldn't know.

Here I grew up.

These woods, these hills.

All this was mine.

And more D'Artagnan, more.

Here I fell in love.

Is it she?

Yes.

Well Athos, in a matter of hours,

we will be on the road to Spain

with a price on our heads.

Will we live to see France again?

Will we live to see Spain?

No!

No!

No!

No!

This was my family's chapel,|Charlotte.

You remember we took our vows here?

I loved you, Charlotte.

I still love you.

I loved you as|I loved war.

I love you as men love|all there is, wishful.

Don't kill me, Robert.

Before God and this Holy place

I swear, I swear.

The executioner of Lyon.

Mercy.

You can not... gentlemen.

Mercy.

How many times|have you asked for mercy

and you received it?

And then repaid it in blood?

How many times have you|taken a man's love,

their pity, their aspirations?

And their lives?

What has been|the essence of your evil?

If you would understood goodness.

We don't forgive you, Charlotte.

We can't.

We do not dare.

My wife.

They should remember you here,|Athos.

I advertise anyway.

Food landlord.

And wine landlord.

In the King's name!

The King's musketeers?

Yes, Monsieur Athos.

The best food and wine|for Monsieur Athos.

This is a trap!

Athos! Chandelier!

D'Artagnan!

D'Artagnan!

Athos, hurry!

We have come to a time of peace,|Your Majesty.

The queen has returned from|La Rochelle. The war has ended.

Let the dead be dead and forgiven.

Forgive these men Sire.

I hear their resignations

from the musketeers.

Aramis will embrace|the life of the spirit.

Portas, I believe|he states his intention,

or at least his ambition,

to marry a rich widow.

D'Artagnan returns to Gastonny.

Athos to the province of his birth.

Grand them peace Sire.

And forgiveness.

It was I who should be forgiven.

I have forgiven treason and arsony

and because I admire|an honest cutthroat

as much as any man.

But with the murder|of the Countess De Winter

these men have set themselves|above the state.

And she assassinated Buckingham.

You know that, and I know it too.

It was a hideous crime,

no matter who was responsible.

But I...|I am the state, Your Majesty.

And I say it now privately.

So that we have no need to|discuss it in public.

In France I am the state.

These men have set|themselves above me.

And it is I, not you|who render judgement.

I render their judgement now.

What have you there?

It is by my order

and for the good of the state.

That the bearer of this has done

what he has done.

Signed Richelieu.

That's a forgery.

This isn't theirs!

I gave this paper to...

To whom, Richelieu?

Did I understand|that you were about to

render a royal judgement?

In my humble capacity|as the throne's

Prime Minister,|your Majesty.

I was about to|offer my suggestions.

That we allow monsieur Aramis

to enter a monastery.

That we discover it|possible to find

a rich widow formonsieur Portas.

That we restore to|the Baron de la Flair,

if he wishes them,|his land, his title.

And as for monsieur D'Artagnan.

Don't let him go back to Gastonny.

Send him perhaps on a mission

of peace to England.

The English lead to dull a life.

Dismissed!

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