KINGDOM OF FRANCE
It is the dawn of the 17th Century.
After the assassination of his father
the young King Louis XllI ascends to the French throne.
His once peaceful nation is surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Within the borders of France itself,
Cardinal Richelieu, the King’s advisor,
plots in secret to seize power for himself.
The inexperienced Louis and his new bride, Queen Anne,
find themselves without a single friend.
Europe is a powder keg waiting to explode
in a war that will engulf the entire continent.
and only a few men can prevent the coming apocalypse...
THE THREE MUSKETEERS
VENICE - ITALY
Don't... getting careless?
The feeling is mutual.
For future reference
"I love you would have been a more suitable reply.
- You could have just said hello. - What would be the fun in that?
How was the Bishop?
- Not as good as you. - You are incorrigible.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
Lord! Remember, I'm a lady!
- Let me touch your breasts. - Lord, do not touch me!
Hallowed be thy name, come to thy kingdom...
Thy will be done, on earth as in heaven...
day our daily bread Give us today,
Forgive us our trespasses...
As we forgive who trespass against us...
Amen
No more wine, I'm telling you.
- What? - Key.
You mean this key?
Who are you?
- I'm not a priest. - I’m not really a lady.
I have ten minutes.
past, there was a woman
with a tolerance incredible pain.
She had a bad habit
involving a chicken, a frog and a rabbit.
I expected more from a man of your reputation.
I don’t suppose you have any idea where I could find Athos and Aramis.
Never heard of them.
You, French spies, you're very, very arrogant. And foolish.
- And you are so... - Sexy.
It’s a wonder it took me so long to catch you.
- You didn’t. - I beg your Pardon?
You didn’t catch me.
And what exactly are you doing here?
Catching you.
Key.
Vive la France.
Da Vinci's fault.
Leonardo designed it to protect the plans of his greatest inventions.
Shall we?
Now.
Your part's done. Why don't you stay back, when we do the running part...
We came together, we leave together.
- I go. - Wait, wait.
Too easy.
Pressure plates under the floor.
- I can scale the walls. - Run a cable along the roof.
Could be booby-trapped too.
What? We don't have all night.
You are absolutely certain there are no hidden passages? And no secret tunnels?
Positive, sir. It’s a vault.
One way in. One way out.
Excellent! I want these Musketeers dead. I want them dead!
The guards change in 2 minutes. Maybe less.
Less!
What now! "C’est la vie. "?
No.
Contingency plan.
Got it.
Athos, you do know what's up?
Just hold your breath away.
Get back down there! Now!
- Can you tell! - I love you!..
I hate to ruin the mood!
perhaps we could go elsewhere.
I think the first time Father is right.
- All for one. - One for all.
So what's next?
- Back to Paris, I guess. - And then what?
Wherever they send us. Whatever France needs.
It’s who we are. It’s what we do.
I do love you.
I know.
Then please try to understand. This isn’t personal.
This is... strictly business.
He made me a better offer
Athos!
Buckingham.
A toxin.
In case you are wondering, it wasn’t in your drink.
It was on your cup.
Inactive until it came in contact with the liquid.
Do not worry. It is not fatal.
Although I suspect the part of you wishes it was.
You take all the risk and I get the reward.
Hardly seems fair.
Just so you don’t leave empty handed, a word of advice.
Trust no one. Especially women.
You’ll live longer.
Telling him you loved him right before you betrayed him.
I must say, that was cruel, even by my standards.
I only took away his prize.
You... took a lot more than that.
At last, the war machine.
ONE YEAR LATER
Look down.
It's a trick that an old friend taught me.
Your adversary will not always be as noble as you.
Remember that, and I have nothing left to teach you.
I doubt that, Father.
Keep it...
It's passed down from generation to generation, from father to son.
It's yours now.
The weapon of a musketeer.
The real weapon of a Musketeer. Is here...!
All for one.
And one for all.
You remind me of somebody.
Let me guess. You-
No, no. The man I wish I was when I was your age.
Well, you should really be on your way.
Take this purse. It has 15 crowns inside.
It's enough to get to Paris.
And you'll need a mount.
His mother's insisting you take Buttercup.
- I know it's not much, and... - It's plenty.
Take care of yourself, my son. Try not to get into any fights.
If I’m to be a Musketeer, I think I might have to do a little bit of fighting.
- Stay at the back... if you can. - Yes, mother.
Just one more piece of advice.
I know, I know. Do not get into any trouble.
Wrong. Get into trouble!
Make mistakes.
Fight, love, live.
And remember always. You’re a Gascon. And our son.
Now, go. Go.
AFTER 3 DAYS
In the name of God, what kind of beast is that?
And the beast he's riding doesn't look much either...
Ostler!
Please see that my horse is watered and fed!
Oh! It's a horse, is it?
My friends here thought it was a cow.
Excuse me.
I know you men are just kidding around.
Buttercup... well... She gets a little sensitive.
I’m afraid I must ask you to apologize.
Well, I’m afraid I'm not in the habit of apologizing to Gascon yokels.
Not to me. To my horse.
You hurt her feelings.
And if I don't?
I shall have to kill you.
You shot me!
Most observant of you, young man.
But the real question is: why are not you dead?
Flesh wound. The sight must be awful.
Who takes care of my pistols?
Captain Rochefort, I...
Don't want to dirty my blade with peasant's blood.
So... boy, consider this a lesson.
A lesson.
No!
He’s too pretty for that.
As you wish... Milady.
Rochefort, come. We are expected in Paris.
Thank you.
Make way
Heard you've had enough.
Where's my mug?
Excuse me!
- You think you're better than me? - No.
- All for one. - Excuse me.
- Sorry, sorry! - Are you blind?
Look, I’m chasing after a man who insulted my horse and
tried to kill me! So let me go...
Not good enough. Spilled my drink, ruined my shirt.
I am in a hurry.
- Ah... Here... - Ten sous...
Who do you think you're talking to?
The town's drunk, from the smell of you.
Well that, my boy, is fighting too...
- What are you saying exactly? - Blind and deaf.
Fortunately for you, I’m somewhat of a doctor.
Great! When can you fit me in?
Twelve o'clock, Cooper's Yard, St. Germain.
I'll be there.
Excuse me.
I just can't decide.
Well, if I might point out, this does make you look very dignified.
Whereas the blue one brings out your dashing side.
Equally important.
Dignified. Dashing.
In the words of King Solomon: I’ll take both!
A most excellent choice, sir!
Darling, you spoil me. I don't know how I shall ever repay you?
Watch yourself!
My apologies! Matter of life and death! Won’t happen again!
- I believe you dropped this. - This isn’t mine
I saw the lady hand this to you, I'm not blind.
Are you implying that I take money from this woman?
Are you saying that I cannot afford to pay for my own wardrobe?
Do you know who I am?
- Do you know who I am? - No!
Then we’re even
You’re in luck, boy.
Ordinarily I would slaughter you on the spot,
but this is a brand new jacket.
Cooper's Yard, St. Germain, one o'clock.
I suggest you dress for a funeral.
What?
Lottery!
Lottery ticket, sir? It may be your lucky day.
What the hell?!
Five francs?!
- Hey! Hey... what is this?! - It’s a citation.
It's a ticket.
Failure to remove animal bowl movements from public area.
French?
Your horse took a dump on the street.
You are joking
It's what they all say...
You know what?
Cooper's Yard, St. Germain, two o'clock.
Strange boy...
Milady de Winter!
A close game, your Eminence.
Who is the opponent?
Myself.
No one else proved to be of sufficient challenge.
What news of England?
He’s coming.
- Buckingham? - Hmm
And?
And...?
He built it.
The war machine.
And he does'n question your loyalty.
He thinks he's so cunnng...
So evil.
Evil is just a point of view.
Ah, Richelieu.
This lady is the emissary of England?
Your Majesty is exceptionally alert.
So...! Eh, Madame...
What of Buckingham?
Majesty?
What is he wearing these days?
Green, Your Majesty.
- Green? - Uh...
Very interesting.
And you have the gall to recommend blue?
Of course it should be green.
Why am I surrounded by incompetent idiots?
Green, green, green.
Do I have to do everything myself?
Ah... There you are. Shall we get to it?
So are you eager to meet your maker?
- I have other appointments. - You’ll miss them, I’m afraid.
I’ll try my best to be on time.
My seconds.
You.
You're fighting this rascal?
My appointments. One o’clock. Two o’clock.
How long have you been in Paris?
- Arrived this morning. - You have been busy.
Patience is not one of my virtues
Neither are good manners
Wait for your turn, old man.
What would you like me to put on your headstone?
Little shit?
D'Artagnan.
I’m Athos. This is Porthos. And Aramis
The Three Musketeers.
I've heard of you.
From my father, a Musketeer himself.
In fact, I came to Paris to be one of you.
- I'm afraid you’re a little late. - What happened?
Oh... bad mission. Budget cuts.
The Cardinal. Progress. Take your pick.
Well then, welcome to Paris.
Too bad we have to kill you.
Well, if I can’t become a Musketeer, I might as well fight one.
Or three!
Kill him already. It's lunchtime and I’m starving.
Halt!
Jussac!
Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen.
Duelling in defiance of the edicts?
You got tired of rolling peddlers for spare change?
Now... surrender your weapons and come along with us.
Unless, of course, you’d rather resist.
New plan.
Kill the boy, kick their arses, and then go get some lunch.
I could do with some exercise.
You were saying
On the other hand, discretion is the better part of valor.
- You are the musketeers. - Wrong.
We were the musketeers, Now we're just... us.
Rochefort.
Shall we?
Finish them off.
Let's even the odds.
Enjoying the show?
- You! - Look out!
You did not answer the question.
- Are you always this cocky? - Only on Tuesdays.
And whenever beautiful women are involved.
Damn you!
Can’t you see we’re trying to have a conversation?
What is your name?
Constance.
Constance... sounds very steadfast.
A quality you seem to know little about.
Oh, I beg to differ.
Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic.
Beg for more?
I had forgotten what it feels like.
We all have.
The name is D’Artagnan.
You must come from a small town.
How did you know?
Lines like yours might actually work there. This is Paris
I suggest you stick to swordplay.
In the battle of wits... you, sir, are unarmed.
She's right lad.
The ladies of Paris are infinitely more complicated.
A thousand ways of saying no,
and only some of them mean yes.
I hate to ruin the mood, but they will be back.
Unless you wish to fight an entire army.
Elsewhere...
So now what?
Do we pick up where we left off?
I think it’s been enough fighting for one day.
Besides, any man who is an enemy of Rochefort
- is a friend of mine! - Who’s Rochefort?
Captain of the Cardinal’s Guards.
The right hand of the most powerful man in France.
Rochefort is the most feared swordsman in Paris.
You certainly know how to pick your fights.
Like I said, he insulted my horse.
You're reckless, arrogant, impetuous
Probably be dead by sundown. But I like you, lad.
- Where are you staying? - No idea.
Do you have any money?
Well, good sir... you and your fine steed
are welcome in our humble home.
For the time being.
But... there's a knack.
Come on.
What should we drink to?
- How about the King? - He’s a child.
Cardinal rules in all but name. Might as well drink to him.
To France...
We served it. Fought for it. Bled for it. Look where it got us.
Friendship, love.
Word of advice. Trust no one.
There must be something you still believe in.
This...
And this.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is either a fool or trying to sell you something.
I know Athos may seem cold and unfriendly, but don't let it fool you.
- Deep down... - He really is cold and unfriendly.
What happened to him?
What happens to any man. A woman.
You know, I do not want to offend anybody...
But... I thought you'd all be a little more...
Heroic.
My esteemed colleague was trying to say in his own way
is that... we are obsolete.
We're warriors, but there’s no war for us to fight.
and so we drink and brawl,
quarrel with the Cardinal’s Guards and then we drink some more.
What we need is a great cause,
but there are no great causes left.
which is why I keep telling you it’s not too late
to do the priest thing again.
Beats working for the city.
Free booze at wakes and weddings. And then there's the nuns...
- You were a priest? - Until I realized
being a man of God and being a man of the cloth
aren’t always the same thing.
And yet he still says prayers for those he kills.
Old habit.
On the contrary. The men I kill deserve to die.
But they also deserve peace.
After all, they must have believed in something.
We all do. Even the worst of us.
.. I’ll drink to that.
Planchet! More wine!
Planchet!
Sorry Sirs, I'm afraid there's none left...
- You've drank a lot. - What sort of answer is that?
Go get some more, man!
Frankly, sir. it's just... I can't.
We've run out of money...
Planchet, what you are?
- Complete arse of waste of space, sir. - And?
- As much as useful as fart in a bottle, sir. - Right.
In short, sir, total tits sir... But I can't work bleed in miracles.
Planchet.
Thank you very much, sir. That's an incredible generous
and such a handsome young man. Thank you very, very much.
Will you be... staying here tonight? - He'll be taking your bed, Planchet.
- Right, and so I'll be sleeping... - You may take the balcony.
Outside? The balcony outside in the cold...?
With birds shitting on my head all night?
Great.. can I just say...
- Wine, Wine, wine. - Yes, of course.
- Wine it is served... - Wine, Wine.. wine...
Check.
Such a ridiculous game.
Surely the King should be the most powerful piece?
The King is the most important piece, but he is vulnerable
He needs protection.
May I suggest you castle him.
Checkmate.
There! What do you think of that?
Your Majesty is a force of nature.
- Took you by surprise, eh? - Yes, Indeed, you did.
May we speak a little about foreign policy?
It’s not about Buckingham, is it?
I’m afraid it is. He’s arriving in Paris tomorrow.
His master, King James, has agreed to hear our peace proposal.
Good, good.
They know it's better than to mess with me then!
There's also another matter.
A dangerous rivalry has sprung between the Majesty's Musketeers and my personal Guards.
- Who was involved? - Athos, Porthos, Aramis.
The usual suspects.
And a young man called D’Artagnan.
I have summoned them to the palace so that your majesty can punish them severely.
His Majesty, the King...
Well, well, well...
Brawling with the Cardinal’s Guards.
Very bad...
What have you got to say for yourselves?
We... humbly beg your pardon, your Majesty.
Yes, I should hope so, too.
So tell me, how many were involved in this altercation?
There were four of us against forty of them, your Majesty...
Four against 40?
And you beat them like a drum?!
And you’ll have to be reprimanded, of course most harshly,
I’m afraid. You understand that, don’t you? - We do, your Majesty.
Her Majesty, the Queen.
Anne.
What a pleasant surprise!
My ladies and I wanted to see the valiant Musketeers
who stood against the Cardinal’s Guards.
Four against forty. Or was it four hundred?
Just forty, your Majesty. It was an off-day
That’s my Musketeers for you!
By the time they write songs about them, it’ll be four thousand!
I hope you won’t be too harsh with them.
After all, boys will be boys.
You must be D’Artagnan.
My lady in waiting has told me about how brave and dashing you are yesterday.
But you must try not to be so reckless.
Can’t help myself, your Majesty.
- Your Majesty, the culprits... - Ah, yes, yes...
Stand up then...
Athos.
Porthos.
Aramis.
Forgive me for saying this D'Artagnan, but you look like a little underdressed.
My father is a poor man, your Majesty.
A former Musketeer as well...
These are the only clothes I have.
My Lord... we should rectify that
Can’t have my Musketeers, or a son of one, looking like tramps.
New suits all round I think!
You’ll see to that, Cardinal?
And a purse of gold for each of you as a reward for your courage!
You’ll see to that as well, Cardinal?
Oh, and yes, before I forget... No more fighting with his Eminence’s Guards,
or there will be none of them left!
Your Majesty, might I suggest a more-
Forgive my impudence, Cardinal,
but I doubt the King requires your advice in this matter.
After all, they are his Musketeers.
Good day, gentlemen.
Well now, off with your rascals.
But... be there for the parade tomorrow. New suits and all...
I tire of this world, children.
It is time to make our move.
We shall use Buckingham's arrival to our advantage.
During his visit, we will reveal
that he arranged a secret rendezvous with the queen.
May I inquire how your Eminence has uncovered the scandalous affair?
By reading Buckingham’s letters to the Queen, found in her possession.
Written in Buckingham’s hand
and authenticated by his seal?
A woman of your talents should have no trouble procuring either.
Your Eminence is too kind.
However, I doubt that the King will accept such letters as
definitive proof of his wife’s indiscretion.
Then we shall provide him with something a bit more... substantial.
A piece of the the Queen's jewelry given to Buckingham as a sign of affection.
Buckingham will be humiliated.
- The King will be outraged. - The Queen will be executed.
France will have no choice but to go to war.
And in times like these, France will
naturally turn to a stronger leader.
Someone better equipped to rule the nation than a cuckolded teenager with a grudge.
Someone like... your Eminence.
Where is he then? Poor in manners.
Pour anchor.
Drop anchor.
Damn his impudence!
What is that thing called anyway, Richelieu?
An airship, your Majesty.
- Why don’t I have one of those? - An oversight on our part.
Right, right. Well, build me one.
Tie the strings and...
All strings attached...
Buckingham.
Blue.
Your Majesty.
Love the outfit.
Very... retro. We were all wearing those in London.
When was it? Last year or the year before.
Lord Buckingham. I trust your journey wasn’t too uncomfortable.
Not at all. No, on the contrary.
Handles like a dream and keeps me one step closer to heaven.
Cardinal.
Of course, being a servant of God, you have no need for such crude devices.
King James is most
eager to hear your peace proposal.
- Lord Buckingham. - Anne.
Your Majesty.
I must say your beauty
is far more radiant than I remember.
- You've met before? - A long time ago.
An evening I shall cherish forever...
Right. Well, shall we?
- Now this is a pleasant surprise. - Another acquaintance of yours, I see.
We've met, yes.
As I recall, last I saw you, you were on your knees as well.
A most unfortunate habit.
A habit I shall have to break during our next encounter.
I look forward to it.
In the mean time, shall we talk peace?
You must pass me the name of your interior decorator.
- Wine? - I do not drink.
What about that rather nice bottle of Bordeaux in your middle left hand drawer?
You must pass me the name of your spy in the palace.
And yours in mine?
England can not afford a war on two fronts.
Both our nations are stretched to breaking point..
A peace treaty would be of immense strategic advantage.
- Who's advantage? Yours? - Ours.
I have a feeling my new war machines will re-address the balance.
Very impressive.
In position.
Stop
Half back
Stay where you are! This is the Queen's wing.
- You can't be up here. - Thank goodness.
I got so lost, I took the wrong turn and then the door slammed behind me.
I'm trapped up here, in the sun, in this heat.
- It's going to be alright. - I'm going to faint.
- You're in safe hands. - Thank you.
Marching
Stop
You can't shoot. They'll hear you.
Wait
Constance! Constance! Hi.. hi.. excuse me!
Pardon, Your Majesty. This will only take a moment.
What are you doing here?
His Majesty wants to talk to me. Imagine that.
Yes, lovely. Now, excuse me.
I was...
I was thinking, after I'm finished with His Majesty, maybe we could talk?
I can't. I have plans.
- What about tomorrow? - I have a lot of plans.
- Well, I... - Look, D'Artagnan.
You may have a new set of clothes and the the King's favour,
but you still act like a clumsy country boy.
Now excuse me.
stop
Half back
March
Two summons in two days. Mad as the honour.
Cut it out! Please think nothing of it.
You’re a good fellow, D’Artagnan.
How the ladies treating you these days?
- I can not complain. - Yes, indeed.
Wel,I same here, of course. The thing is...
I got this friend...
Just a regular chap like you and me.
He got married very young.
Political alliance, arranged marriage.
You know that sort of thing.
- Hardly knew the girl. - But he likes her.
Oh... Yes. Uh uh... very much...
Well, does she like him?
Well, funny you should say that. That's the problem.
He... he's not sure.
Well, he just feels like a fool when he's around her.
He's always saying the wrong things. Palms sweating.
Heart pumping so loud he's afraid she might hear it.
It is torture just to look at her.
- Have you ever felt this way? - Not until recently.
So... so what do we do?
I mean, my friend. What does he do?
He should speak his heart.
Be someone who cares for her and isn't afraid to show it.
Being himself.
Well, that's what I told him.
Then he's doubly lucky.
After all, he does have Your Majesty as a friend.
Yes, yes.
It's good to have friends.
Will you excuse me just for one moment?
I don't believe it.
How are you?
Very well.
I'm wearing blue.
And you're very handsome in this.
Thank you. Yes, and you're looking very lovely.
In fact, I've only just been remarking to D'Artagnan...
How beautiful you are.
Thank you, my Lord.
- How did it go? - Clockwork.
Good!.
You’ll go back to London with Buckingham. And the diamonds.
And what should I do with them?
Put them in his personal vault.
The most secure location in all of England.
- The Tower of London. - Yep.
When the scandal breaks, he’ll deny everything.
But once the diamonds are discovered in his possession...
He would have led England to war through his indiscretion.
And what of the future of France?
I am France.
One last thing.
I suppose it’s quite easy, perhaps even tempting
for a double agent to play both sides.
Have I given your Eminence any reason to doubt my loyalty?
Spare me the rhetoric.
I know who you are. I know what you are.
You have a gift for corruption and a penchant for betrayal.
I admire such skills.
But I’ll destroy you the moment I suspect
you might be using them against me!
Do we understand one another?
There... is another side to that coin.
It’s quite easy for an employer to sever all ties with his operative
in the event they are compromised,
leaving them to rot in jail or on the gallows.
Your point being?
I require a guarantee that I shall not suffer a similar fate.
An insurance policy, if you will.
My word should suffice.
I’m afraid I need something a bit more...
substantial...
It is by my order and for the good of the State that
the bearer of this has done what has been done.
Satisfied?
Immensely.
Your Majesty.
Purple.
Fashion favours the bold.
Here. Try this for size.
Oh, well, do give my regards the Queen.
I will convey your diplomatic proposal to King James immediately.
Cardinal Richelieu, a pleasure.
All mine...
Your Eminence.
Richelieu, Richelieu.
There has been a most distressing development!
Certain letters, love letters,
were discovered in the Queen's possession.
Letters from him. Buckingham, of course. Who else?
Have you spoken to the Queen about these letters?
No, of course I haven't.
They will just deny the whole thing.
I can see Her Majesty’s dilemma.
Is there any mention of a specific encounter?
A detail?
A token of affection, perhaps?
Yes! Yes, there is.
A necklace.
The one I gave her for our anniversary, here!
"I shall always cherish the 12 studded diamonds you gave me.
The proof of our consummated love. "
Does "consummated" mean what I think what it means?
Yes, I'm afraid it does.
My God.
All your Majesty has to do is throw a ball.
What? How would that help?
It would give Your Majesty the pretext to
suggest to the Queen that she wear your gift.
I appreciate that. Very clever. That's very clever.
So if she has the diamonds,
Your Majesty can rest easy.
And if she doesn’t...?
He wants to have a celebration ball five days from now.
Send my diamonds to the jewelers to be polished.
I want the King’s undivided attention that evening.
I hope I am not interrupting.
Hardly, your Majesty. To what do I owe...?
I know.
Perhaps Your Majesty would care to be a bit more specific...
I know.
I assume this is the part where I’m supposed to laugh maniacally
and regale your Majesty with the details of some diabolical plot.
However, I regret to inform your Majesty
that I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I thought I would say that.
Then why did you grace me with the honor of your visit?
To look into your eyes when you said it.
Your Majesty.
All may not be lost yet.
Coming, coming! Hold your horses!
It’s not a matter of life or death, you know!
Actually, it is.
You want me to go to England. Retrieve the diamonds
which the Queen suspects might be in Buckingham’s possession.
Which will naturally involve breaking into some heavily fortified and highly impregnable facility.
The Tower Of London.
Since the Cardinal’s spies are trying to implicate the Duke,
it is the most logical choice.
Then return to Paris, with every soldier, assassin,
mercenary, bounty hunter on both sides of the Channel out to stop me from doing so.
Did I miss anything?
All in five days
a minor detail. Anything else?
No.
Well, I really have only one question for you.
Why in the world would I do that?
England it is.
Diamonds, Buckingham Tower of London, 5 days,
Queen’s reputation and the fate of France as we know it.
Who’s with me?
I should imagine the Queen would be quite generous.
Count Porthos.
That has a certain nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
Besides, I hear the English women are like a frosted bottle of champagne.
Ice on the outside, but once you warm them up...
This isn’t a great cause, but it’ll have to do.
Buckingham is there, so is she.
Who?
Countess de Winter. Charlotte Backson. Anne de Breuil.
Lady Clarick.
Milady.
Milady?
I know her. I saw her with Rochefort.
She switched sides again.
She went for the Cardinal, no doubt.
What are you going to do if you catch her?
Musketeers, open up and surrender, by order of the Cardinal.
- We were followed. - It's Rochefort.
Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan.
Surrender your weapons and no harm will come to you.
The moment they step out... kill them.
Light the torches!
I'll count to 5 and then we'll burn you out!
1, 2, 3.
- Oh! Sorry, did't see you there. - Damn you!
Let me guess. You’ve come to tell me the Musketeers are dead,
our plan is proceeding on schedule,
and I have absolutely positively nothing to worry about.
We were taken by surprise, Your Eminence.
Somehow I was laboring under the assumption that
the plan was for you to take them by surprise.
Was it not?
Eminence...
Yes, you are quite fond of that word, aren't you?
Sadly, repeating it does not get you into my good graces.
Alert Milady. Watch the ports.
No one is to leave for England without my official permission.
Post a bounty on their heads.
The bigger, the better...
Yes, Your Eminence.
Rochefort...
Do not fail me again.
PORT OF CALAIS.
Even with a lot of help, there's no way past.
How the hell did he get here so fast?
- Now what?... - We need a distraction.
- I'll go. - I'll go..
I could go.
Probably not.
Wrong! Wrong on all counts.
You'll need every sword where you're going.
I can’t help you there, but I can help.
Right here. Right now.
- If they catch you... - They won't...
- If.. they catch you... - I’m the Queen’s lady in waiting.
You, on the other hand, are a wanted fugitive,
and about to steal from the most powerful men in England.
Which one of us should be worried?
Go! Go so that you can come back...
Now give me that hat.
D'Artagnan!
Get at him!
Wait!
The diamonds will be in Buckingham’s personal vault.
located on the lowest, most secure level of the Tower, next to the Crown Jewels.
The lock is state of the art.
Requires a key that Buckingham carries on his person at all times.
The corridor leading up to it is booby-trapped.
That's straight forward. Tempt any awesome bread and cheese?
You haven't finished the brief, don't you?
So sorry. Please don't tell me off.
Then it gets worse, a lot worse!
We have to cross 3 stone walls and a moat.
Then it’s just a couple of hundred highly trained soldiers
with a predilection for not being robbed,
although since Buckingham undoubtedly knows we are coming,
thanks to Milady, that number is likely to be greater
And why can’t we just tell Buckingham Milady is plotting against him?
Because he won’t believe us.
Why should he? We’re his sworn enemies.
Besides, Milady would have made sure.
Athos is coming.
Tell me... what do you suppose he's after?
What does it matter?
Whatever it is, it's merely an excuse.
He wants revenge for Venice.
He wants me. And he wants you.
We shall have to be ready for him.
Won't we?
We cannot shoot them. But we can outsmart them.
He’ll naturally favor misdirection and deception.
He knows we’re expecting him. But that just ups the ante.
She knows us, what we look like.
How we move, how we think.
He’ll divide his forces. Independent teams,
each with their own point of entry to maximize their chances.
- There are four of us, so we use... - But there's five of us actually. If...
He’s a skilled diver. He’ll take the aquatic route to the trader's gate.
Aramis will undoubtedly rely on agility and stealth.
Check every tower, every rooftop.
Porthos, on the other hand, won't play brute strength.
One of his preferred methods is getting captured by the opposition,
All the more reason to take none of them alive.
One more thing.
He might try and drive a wedge between us,
claim to have secret infomation,
about some plot to get us to turn against one another,
like, say, I’m a double agent working for the Cardinal.
Or you're looking to get rid of me...
I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth.
Although...
I suppose... I should...
search you for concealed weapons.
That’s how it’s done.
And that’s exactly what she’ll expect.
So we do the unexpected.
We go in broad daylight. One man, hiding in plain sight.
With all the extra security, there’ll be a lot of new faces. That’s their weakness.
And you, D'artagnan, you're the wild card.
We are the decoys.
Now we’ll try and create distractions,
keep them occupied, keep them away from you as much as possible,
but ultimately, it’s down to you.
You wanted to be a Musketeer.
You want to serve France. This is your chance.
Thought you saw me signal.
I saw you waving like an idiot.
That was the bloody signal.
I’m trying to see things from your point of view,
but I can’t get my head that far up my ass.
- Are you serious? - Yes!
All right, enough of that! Move along, both of you!
Sergeant, I want you to arrest this man!
Sir, the first of the Musketeers has been arrested.
The game is afoot.
Bring him to me and double the guard.
Double the troops. Double everything.
Sir!
They'll come to us...
Well then, I think your Lordship has everything under control.
You won’t mind if I don’t stay to see how it all turns out?
- Do you think I might lose? - On the contrary!
I have no issues with you killing Athos, but
if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not watch him die.
Tell me.
What’s your favorite color?
Red.
Why?
I wanted to see if you were capable of telling the truth.
As far as from here as possible.
Well, well, well...
Look what the cat dragged in.
So. How’s the old Athos, hey?
Still his surly, insufferable self, I’m sure.
Sending a boy to do a man’s job.
I should feel insulted.
What were you after anyway?
Secrets. Spies. It’s all a game really.
Although the price of loss, as you’ll come to discover, is a bit high.
What?
No last words? None.
Insults? Pleas for mercy or...
What time is it?
About two o'clock, I'd say.
Why? Are you in a hurry?
Look out of the window.
They weren’t the decoys. I was
- Permission to come aboard. - Granted.
Athos!
The wonderful thing about fighting an imaginary opponent, Captain Rochefort,
is that he’s always greatly skilled yet easily defeated.
Eminence...
The pride of victory without the risk of loss.
I trust you didn’t come here to impress me with your swordsmanship.
No, Your Eminence.
I have some good news.
such as...?
So what about the diamonds?
- Doesn’t Buckingham still have them? - No.
Milady likes hedging her bets.
She’d never taking the chance that we would succeed in breaking into the vault.
So where are they now?
With the only person she trusts.
Which means we've lost her and all this has been for nothing.
I would not say that.
You were the decoy. We were the extraction. But the real linchpin of the plan.
Well..
that was someone else entirely.
Someone even Milady would never suspect.
Driver, what the hell is going on?
Just following your instructions, Ma’am.
As far away from here as possible.
Planchet, I never thought I would say this:
Well done...
Thank you, sir.
- That means a lot, specially coming from you. - Shut up, Planchet.
Yes, sir.
Don’t...
We took the precaution of removing the gun powder.
- What now? - You give me the diamonds.
Or I take them off your corpse.
Dealer’s choice.
Anything else you wish me to take off?
Outside...
Boys. Been a while.
This must be the young Gascon.
We’ve met before...
Ah, yes. Small world.
I didn’t let Rochefort kill you.
You do remember that, don’t you?
Did you kill Buckingham?
No.
- But you will kill me? - Yes.
You’d spare him, but kill me.
Yes. I don’t hate Buckingham.
Here. You may find use for this.
Move...
Athos.
At least she died the way she lived.
On her own terms.
She did it for me.
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself had I pulled the trigger.
Let’s go home.
Your Majesty!
My dear. You look troubled.
Hardly.
Your Majesty just startled me.
Oh! I'm so sorry.
I just... I just wanted to drop by...
and tell you how much I was looking forward to tonight.
It should be quite spectacular, you know.
Costumes, fireworks and such.
But you...
you shall be the most spectacular sight of all.
And especially since you’ll wear the diamonds.
You will wear them, won’t you?
Well, it is very important to me that you do.
Then I shall wear them, your Majesty.
Until tonight then.
She promised she’ll wear them.
You do think she’ll wear them? Don’t you, Richelieu?
I’m sure she will, your Majesty.
I’m sure she will.
I think I'm in trouble.
Damn it!
Now that we got their attention, let's see
if we can settle this in a peaceful manner.
More or less.
Gascon!
So you’ve traded up when it comes to transport
Once again, you’re outmatched.
You can thank Milady for that.
She passed on Buckingham’s plans a long time ago.
As you can see, we’ve made some improvements.
Isn't she a beauty?
What do you want?
The diamonds?
Come and take them.
Gladly!
You see, I can blast you out of the sky with total impunity.
If you fire on me, on the other hand,
you’d be killing Ms. Oh So Young and Pretty.
You have 60 seconds.
He’ll shoot us down the moment he has the diamonds.
We can’t outrun them.
We can fight them, damn it! We can...
- D'Artagnan... - What?
Do you think you have the monopoly on loss?!
What if she dies?
The life of one woman! Or the future of France!
What would you do if you were in my position?!
I’ve made a lot of sacrifices. Lot of hard choices.
For honor, for King, for country. Want to know what I learned, boy?
Hard choices and sacrifices don’t keep you warm at night.
And life is too damn short and too damn long,
to go through without someone at your side.
Don’t end up like me.
Choose the woman.
Fight for love, D'Artagnan.
France will take care of itself.
Time is up!
An exchange!
I come aboard your ship with the diamonds.
The girl comes aboard ours.
Once I know she’s safe,
I give them to you.
Fine.
But I want to see the diamonds first.
Planchet.
Cut her loose...
- Board the gangway! - Board the gangway?!
Satisfied...?
You never learn, do you?
Fire!
Hard right
Fire!
I'd really want you to to see this.
Finish them off!
We can outrun them. We can’t outgun them.
We can try asking them to surrender, but somehow I don’t think it’ll work.
We hide. In there.
Follow us!
Follow us
He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.
What is that?
We can't get into the storm!
Anyone? Anyone else who wants to question orders?
Good.
Sir...
Now might be a good time to talk about the possibility of a raise?
Shut up, Planchet?
Yes, sir.
Where are they?
You’ll never gonna find them in here.
Oh, I beg to differ.
Keep after them!...
I’ll take the Gascon.
You know what your problem is, boy?
You’ve read too many books.
And then you believed them.
Courage. Honor
All for one.
But history isn’t written by heroes.
It’s written by victors.
Keep your eyes open!
Round two,
Oops!
- Set sail! - We are too heavy!
You're scared to take me in a fair fight?
Not me.
I just don’t fight fair.
Captain Rochefort!
Captain Rochefort...
Anyway.
Throw out the ballast!
Throw out everything!
Fly out the burners!
Faster! Move!
Shall we?
Hold on.
Get out of the way!
If I still have the diamonds,
What do you propose to do about that?
Kill you.
If you insist.
Oops.
You should have stayed in Gascon, boy.
You should have apologized to my horse.
Surround the palace! Shoot the Musketeers on sight!
Use every man at your disposal! Any means necessary!
- Your Eminence... - Don’t interrupt!
These men must not...
Arrest these men!
What is the meaning of this?
- Your Majesty... - These men...
Are delivering a gift for your Majesty.
Compliments of the Cardinal.
Cardinal! You shouldn’t have!
Well, your Majesty did ask me to get you one of those.
So I did!
But what happened to it?
Buckingham’s spy, Rochefort, who attempted to sabotage the craft,
- has been dealt with. - Rochefort?
He's Captain of your Guards, isn't he?!
Actually, His Eminence was the one who uncovered the traitor.
It is by my order and for the good of the State
that the bearer of this has done what has been done.
That’s your signature, isn’t it, Richelieu?
It would appear so, your Majesty...
Let me get this right. You brought me an airship,
and exposed a snake in our midst!
How could I ever repay you?
I could think of a few ways.
Anne.
I was just returning from the jewelers.
And I realize it was a little early...
but the orchestra is here, and so are we.
Would you Majesty care to dance?
I would love to...
Well, mind out you fellows...
D'Artagnan...
Well, well, well...
Looks like you aren’t the only one who gets the girl.
Your Majesty is a natural.
Guess I am.
As a matter of fact,
I think you’ll start noticing a few more changes around here.
Thank you.
For everything.
Any time.
- Well, strike up, then. - Your Majesty!
Positions please, gentlemen!
Well played.
I could use men like you.
- I already have a job. - I'm a drunk.
I’m independently wealthy.
Thanks, but no.
The day will come when you wish you had said yes..
Maybe, but not today.
Maybe not today...?
Enjoying the show?
Are you always this cocky?
Only on Tuesdays. And when beautiful women
are involved.
So... You think I'm beautiful?
Actually it’s Tuesday.
So... What now?
We drink.
Then what?
Wherever they send us. Whatever France needs.
Thought you didn’t believe in that stuff anymore.
I believe in us.
And until the day I stop believing that, there are still things in this world...
worth fighting and dying for...
All for one, and one for all!
You know, sir. I know you can be a mean, tough,
foul tempered bastard. But sometimes... well,
I get the feeling that deep down you are-
Shut up, Planchet!
Yes, it's... Sure.
In case you are wondering,
this isn’t the afterlife.
I’m not dead. And neither are you.
How... did you?
Followed Athos. We fished you out of the Channel.
- Where... are we going? - To France, of course!
To get back what’s mine. And pay back with interest.