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.
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.
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
I might find out where Constance is.
But my Lady despises me.
She considers me a bore.
Oh, and worse, she is in love with another man.
Desperately.
All she can think of is... Where is he?
Why doesn't he come to see you?
I have made so little progress.
I have been introduced to her maid.
Don't tell me you are making out with her maid.
Delicious, delicious.
No, no, my relation with Kitty,
it's only to intercept her correspondence with this other man.
My God D'Artagnan. How can you be mixed up with so many different women
and still be in love with somebody else?
My poor freckled friends.
You'll never understand.
Wait, if all you do care about is Constance,
why don't you deliver this other man.
Surely the Countess confides in him.
Excellent, excellent.
Except that the other man unfortunately,
is a count De Wardes.
Whom I left in Port Calais in very poor condition
with four swords through his body.
How can fate be so cruel!
Cruel faith.
Why don't you kiss me?
Kitty, my precious, my beloved, my all...
Oh, you do not care about me.
All you care about is my mistress.
Well, she doesn't care about you.
This is the man she's in love with.
The count De Wardes.
Oh, I have to take that to him.
I have been taking letters to his house for days now.
He never answers.
Well, of course he doesn't, he is not at his house.
How do you know?
He is a good friend of mine. Here, let's see what it said.
Oh, give it to me, give it to me.
Oh, I'm not...
My undying love, my...
Oh, you're right, Kitty. She does love him.
My, my, why don't you answer my letters?
Come to me. I beg...
I wonder...
Could I do it?
I want it! Please! Give me the letter.
Kitty, this man De Wardes,
if she wants to find him, I must.
Oh Kitty, stop squealing, I'm only trying to help you.
Look, you tell your mistress you delivered the letter.
But I didn't.
Never mind that.
Tell her the count begs forgiveness,
but he is in hiding.
He is in trouble with Richelieu.
It was through him that monsieur D'Artagnan got to England
and that Richelieu has given out an order for his arrest.
Is this true?
Well, more or less. More or less.
And then tell your mistress that the Count De Wardes will
call on her tonight at midnight. Well, but on one condition.
That there is no light burning anywhere in the house.
No lights?
Oh, but if he is recognized by one person he is lost.
Tell her that he's afraid of running into the terrible,
D'Artagnan.
Oh I don't understand, I...
I mean... suppose he doesn't come and then she'll be angry with me.
Kitty, don't worry.
Didn't I say he will come; he is a friend of mine.
Yes But you said he was afraid.
Kitty, my darling, my precious, my darling.
There, there, now run along.
And don't forget
Tonight at midnight.
And no lights!
Every light, Kitty. Hurry.
Yes, my Lady. Oh, this is insane.
I could just as well pull the drapes, no one could see.
Kitty, did he act insane?
No, my Lady.
Well, never mind. Every light.
If he doesn't come...
If you have made a mistake...
Kitty, the wine is warm from the fire.
Take it. Chill it.
And the chocolate. It's cold, warm it.
But there is no light in the house. Do as I say!
Put out the light!
Monsieur D'Artagnan!
Where is my Lady?
In there.
Where is the count De Wardes?
Is the room dark?
There is a fire. They're eatring by fire light.
A fire? But I said no light.
But it's only a little fire. You can't see a thing.
You better be right about that.
Why i don't understand.
I don't understand one thing.
Uh. Kitty.
Now go in and announce me as the count De Wardes.
The count...!
Come, come, Kitty. This is no time for weak nerves.
Go, go, go.
The count De...
The count De Wardes.
Oh Constance, Constance. Understand me.
This is just for conversational purposes.
De Wardes.
De Wardes, at last.
At last. How sweet to see you.
Supper, how nice.
Never mind about supper.
A man grows hungry, my Lady.
Oh, kiss me. Kiss me.
As part of me is going to be cremated,
sitting so close to the fire.
Are you going to kiss me or aren't you?
Well...
Perhaps one little kiss.
I think I'll be wait... better eat supper.
Wake up, Athos.
Athos, wake up.
Oh no.
Come on, Athos, wake up.
And help me to compose a letter.
You wake me up?
It is not even noon yet.
This is no hour for composing letters
and looking happy.
Will you stop looking happy?
Oh Athos, we judged her unfairly.
How can I describe her?
Who? Her lips, her throat.
Who? Open your eyes,
so you can see who you're talking about.
My Lady.
I can't describe her very well. It was dark.
She even gave me a ring.
You carnival fellow
I resent your tone, Athos.
You have fallen in love.
I tell you we judged her unfairly.
You know. There is a certain difficulty about this ring.
She gave it to me under the impression that I was De Wardes.
A man wants to be loved for himself and...
And that is why you got to help me to compose some kind of letter.
Give me that ring.
What is it?
What's the matter, Athos?
I don't understand you. That's a very beautiful ring.
Yes.
It once was mine.
Athos, this is a cruel sort of joke.
There are things that a man doesn't joke about.
I know that ring if I found it in my grave.
It belonged to my family.
It was a wedding gift to my wife.
Your wife?
The countess De Winter.
Poor heaven, how could you play such a hideous trick on me?
How could you play such a trick on me?
On her shoulder, there is a brand. A floury.
But of course, she wouldn't do that.
Oh, this is monstrous.
What kind of drunken fantasy is this?
My friend, believe me. This woman is my wife.
I told you the story. Of your friend.
No, no, of myself, of myself.
I lied.
I despise this woman.
She is evil, selfish. She is death, she is poison.
You liar.
Why are you trying to turn me against her?
What's your purpose?
The words proclaim your lie.
When you told me the story, you told me you still loved her.
Are these the sentiments of a man
who still loves a woman?
Oh you drunken fool.
Because you hate, all women must die?
Are you sure this is the count's real handwriting?
Oh yes, I intercepted that letter only today.
Aramis, you write with a fine hand.
My Lady, I find myself unable to come to you again
this evening as promised.
Since my return from England
I have so many invitations of this kind on my hands
that I am forced to regulate them a little.
When your turn comes again,
I shall have the honor to inform you of it.
I kiss your hands.
Now sign it De Wardes.
Well, she certainly can't be too fond of De Wardes now.
But Aramis?
What's going to make her fond of me?
You! Get out of my room!
Monsieur D'Artagnan.
He is waiting in the sitting room.
Get him out of the house. Tell him I can't see...
No. No, wait.
Monsieur D'Artagnan, a famous swordsman.
Kitty, prepare me.
Monsieur D'Artagnan?
How handsome you are.
My Lady, beside you, I am a sparrow.
Charming.
Oh my Lady.
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!
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!
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?
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?
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.
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?
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!
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!
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!
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!