When did you arrive in Paris, D'Artagnan?
This morning.
Three duels with three musketeers in three hours.
If I didn't have to kill you, I'd buy you a drink.
Drink to my health.
Constance. I can see I'm touching your heart.
Beware of love, D'Artagnan.
Have you never loved?
She was so beautiful, so pure. She was on the run.
Married at 15 to a marquis, she was subjected to abject horrors.
She defended herself, was tried and sentenced to be branded.
Then hanged.
-Who do you work for, ma'am? -The devil, probably.
There's a spark in your eyes, D'Artagnan.
And from that spark, I'll light a blaze to devour you.
Your brother, Benjamin de la Fère,
is known to be an advocate of the La Rochelle cause.
Benjamin!
We'll found a Protestant republic.
We'll strike the kingdom at its heart.
War is coming. Choose your side.
Gaston de France,
do you take as your wife Marie de Bourbon?
I do.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Shooter! Protect the King! The monks!
You have your war. You'll soon have the country.
By the grace of God, your time has come, Master.
-Constance! -D'Artagnan!
Our prisoners Brandicourt and Beaumont…
…the perpetrators of the attack on His Majesty, have been found
murdered in their cells.
When did this happen?
This morning, sir.
And did they have time to confess?
Do we know how to decode their letters?
No, and I'm afraid that's not all.
We wanted to question Abbot Rougon, but he's nowhere to be found.
Blood was found all over his chambers.
The mastermind of the plot is eliminating his accomplices.
Sir… I urge you to remain safely in Paris
until his identity is revealed.
But isn't Paris the most dangerous place to be, Captain?
Do you want His Majesty to go on the road and face his enemies?
In this time of unrest, the King and France must stand strong.
Sometimes it's difficult to do your duty.
But it's never as difficult as not doing it.
I'll go to La Rochelle.
And Gaston shall command.
Tie up the one who's alive, I'll interrogate him.
And give Abbot Rougon to the dogs.
…declare war on the Protestants.
Okay.
Very well. Go to the kitchen, they'll feed you.
Gather your strength, you'll need it before you face that vixen.
She didn't say anything?
Not a word.
-They questioned her? -Yes.
She bit him so hard, she almost took his finger off.
She'll talk to me.
-So will the musketeer. -I'm sure they will.
Good night, Count.
Not a peep! Let's go see the prisoner.
And if I were you, I'd try to avoid running into people.
-Do you know who I am? -I have no idea.
Perhaps if you knew my name, you wouldn't be in such a hurry.
Then tell me. Who is at the end of my dagger?
Henry of Talleyrand Périgord, Count de Chalais,
head of the Catholic League.
That's a lot of words for such a small man.
I can make you a rich man or a dead man.
I can only make you a dead man.
So don't try anything funny. Come on!
Be quiet.
-Take us to the prisoner. -Do as he says.
Go on.
Constance.
The keys.
Let's go, let's go!
What are you doing?
Check upstairs!
They are coming.
Give me that. Hold them off.
It won't hold.
Oh, no! I'm afraid of dogs!
There they are! Catch them!
Find them and bring me their heads in La Rochelle.
Ah!
What's so important?
The name of the man who tried to kill the King.
Let me guess.
He's tall, wears red, and has a goatee.
You're so handsome. It's a shame you're so stupid.
You could be nicer to the person who saved your life.
You weren't trying to save me,
you were trying to save Constance Bonacieux.
Wait! What?
She was kidnapped because she saw the traitors.
Where is she?
Ask Chalais.
He has Constance.
What were you doing at Chalais'?
I was ordered to bring back evidence.
I was careless.
Do you know what it says?
Not yet.
If you keep your clothes on, you'll freeze to death.
Don't worry about me.
If they come back, I need you alive.
Why would the head of the Catholic League be in league with Protestants?
It makes no sense.
Both sides want war.
Only the King wants peace.
And Richelieu?
Richelieu gets his power from the King.
If the King falls, he falls with him. Why would he want to kill him?
Are you embarrassed, D'Artagnan?
No…
I'm not embarrassed at all.
What are you afraid of?
Yourself?
Or me?
So presumptuous.
What makes you think I--
Your eyes.
Your voice.
Your body.
Everything.
I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to Constance.
Stop.
-Stop. -If you love her, forget about her.
Maybe you'll save her life.
We're killers, D'Artagnan, whether we like it or not.
Where we are, death is too.
I'm not like you.
You know you are.
Let the devil take you.
Stop. Leave me alone.
Hey.
Where is she?
I don't know.
Come on.
Hey! Do you hear me, Milady de Winter?
I know you can hear me.
You left with something that doesn't belong to you.
I'll give you ten seconds to give back what you took from me.
Or your friend will pay with his life.
Ten, nine, eight, seven…
I thought it was a bit long at the end.
You could have helped.
I didn't hear him bark.
No hard feelings.
Are you really going off to war?
Yes.
That's why I came to see you, to say goodbye.
If there wasn't a war, you wouldn't have come?
Of course I would.
But your daddy's a soldier, you know.
God chose for me.
But there's also a burden.
A burden that I'm putting on your little shoulders today.
Even if you didn't ask for it.
You know, Son…
…I may not be coming back from La Rochelle.
You know that?
And if I die…
You'll know that I didn't die in vain…
…that you can carry your name
with pride.
Because one day, you will be the Count of La Fère.
Joseph!
HERE LIES ANNE DE BREUIL, WIFE OF D'HAUTEVILLE, COMTESSE DE LA FÈRE
WHO DIED ON DECEMBER 5TH, 1620, AGED 28.
Promise me you'll come back. Promise me.
I promise.
Where's the other animal?
He had a mission that, other than Porthos, most people like to accomplish alone.
D'Artagnan is wrong. Quantity doesn't diminish quality.
Okay, I get it.
Sir.
What is it?
What are you doing? Aramis!
Aramis!
Aramis?
Mother writes that you're pregnant.
-What's this about? -You can't stay here.
-You're in a convent. -You didn't tell me.
-Porthos? -Mathilde!
How you've changed, how pretty you are.
We were in the middle of a conversation.
-Fine. -Come.
Hello, sisters. Would one of you offer me hospitality?
I'm off to find some Christian charity on one of your mattresses.
Is this one okay? Good.
Mathilde d'Herblay won't be an unmarried mother.
-Who's the father? -I don't remember.
You don't want to tell me? Fine.
I'd say three months, right?
Last June, you were at the estate. Mother told me.
-There was a party, right? -Mm-hmm.
Who was there? The eternal freeloaders, I suppose.
Barlinguais? No, his teeth are yellow.
Caudaveine is too old.
Mortemart's wife is hideous.
-Is he the one who seduced you? -No.
One of the Balestan brothers.
Don't tell me my nephew's the son of one of those degenerates.
Aren't you expected somewhere? I thought there was war.
A soldier.
He's a soldier.
You always liked soldiers.
I know, Villeneuve de Radis.
Aramis!
Please, Porthos. Only you can stop him from killing the father of my child.
Where is he? He left for La Rochelle.
-Go on, get out of here. -I'm--
Athos!
What happened to you, D'Artagnan?
-Oh, more misfortune than you can imagine! -Mm.
You're making me thirsty. Come on.
I can't listen until I'd had a drink.
Come on.
A very dear friend once told me…
…"You are here, but your mind is elsewhere."
You still haven't heard from Mademoiselle Bonacieux.
That's right.
I'm worried about her.
But it's you that makes my heart ache.
Someone tried to kill you.
The man you entrusted your destiny to is not the man you think he is.
I don't dare believe you suspect the Cardinal Richelieu
of being an enemy of France, madam.
Trust no one.
Not even you?
If it protects you.
The King's brother.
Look at this beauty!
How you resemble our Father.
I'm so proud you gave me this duty.
I couldn't wait any longer.
Ma'am.
I'll be gone by tonight.
Promise me that every day you'll guard your life.
I promise.
I also promise to restore your authority everywhere.
With kindness or blood.
Go.
Go join your troops before I change my mind.
I'm telling you, it's Chalais who took Constance.
He'll say where she is or I'll kill him.
D'Artagnan, calm down.
-Chalais isn't just a soldier. -That's right, he's a traitor.
I thought the musketeers weren't afraid of anyone.
He has 4000 men under him.
Yeah, well, everything you know, you heard from Milady de Winter, right?
Yeah.
Who, as a show of trust, shot you
and tried to steal Buckingham's jewels.
Hmm?
She was Chalais' prisoner.
She wanted this.
Athos.
Can you translate it?
-No, but… -Then how do you know who he's accusing?
Beware, D'Artagnan, this woman has bewitched you.
I, for one, have heard enough.
I'm taking this letter to Captain de Tréville.
Playing innocent, but picking the pockets of young women at night.
Where's the letter?
I don't have it anymore.
I don't want to trust you anymore.
Stop!
-Where's the letter? -I told you, I don't have it.
I can't.
You're Athos' wife.
No!
Are you sure she's dead?
She?
The young lady you told me about last time.
What are you talking about?
Milady De Winter.
She has a fleur-de-lis mark on her back.
She's alive.
It's impossible.
We've reinforced the ports at Saint-Martin-de-Ré and Oléron.
We've taken the port at Fort Royal.
Our troops are scattered in five camps.
The Eagle Regiment in the north, D'Alincourt in the south
Champagne and Lorraine in the west and Villequier in the east.
At this very moment, sire, the citadel is surrounded.
What about the English?
Buckingham left Portsmouth with his ships.
They'll be at La Rochelle in two days. Three at the most.
If we push them back, more ships will come.
Let's focus on the city and burn down.
And then?
Carcassonne?
Pau? Castres? Montauban?
We need to set an example.
Let every heretic in the kingdom know what happens when they defy the King.
I want La Rochelle to mark the end of the war,
not the start of a new one.
I don't want French blood to be needlessly shed.
We've surrounded the citadel, cut it off from the world.
It will fall like ripe fruit.
-For you. -Thank you.
So, did you find your officer?
Can I have some privacy? Be left alone?
Wait, Aramis, what are you going to do when you find Villeneuve de Radis?
-I'll talk to him about Mathilde. -And if he doesn't want to?
I'll do it anyway.
It'll end badly.
We'll talk about it quietly, like two men from a good family.
I bet you 1000 crowns that you'll challenge him to a duel.
-You don't have 1000 crowns. -The important thing is that you do.
Do you?
Aren't you afraid of being within cannon's range?
Knight d'Herblay, King's Musketeer.
So this is the famous Aramis. Carry on.
What brings you here, Knight?
A sweet, fragrant wind called Mathilde.
She wrote to me some time ago saying she wanted to join a convent.
And?
She wrote a lot of things that made sense.
But nothing that would convince my mind or shake my soul.
I only have one sister. Captain.
Then may I speak frankly to you?
-I thought you already were. -I will not marry your sister.
I'd only get married for money.
And don't get me wrong, I'm not rich either.
But you're not rich.
May your sister find solace. Sorrows and pleasures are only temporary.
-And your honor? -My honor is for the battlefield.
You leave me no other choice. It's either the altar or a duel.
You owe me 1000 crowns.
No.
-What do you mean, "no"? -No.
You're one of the kingdom's finest swordsmen.
And if by miracle I manage to kill you, your friends will avenge you.
-Mm. -I give you my word that--
Your word. If you're here, it's because words mean little.
-Defend yourself. -Now, now. You're gentlemen.
I understand you wouldn't want each other as brothers-in-law.
But d'Herblay's family is a great family, in property, and in titles.
And you, sir, even if you have no fortune, you must know nature bestowed you well.
I assure you. Blond hair.
Fair complexion, not to mention panache.
Who is this groom?
-Don't talk to him like-- -What?
Quiet! We're talking.
-Want to taste some of my lead? -He's mine.
-I said it first. -Back off!
Look--
Hurry! The doctor…
What are you doing here?
What's going on?
Mathilde, I swear I had nothing to do with this.
No.
-I just wanted to… -I'll kill you!
-Calm down. -Let go of me.
Villeneuve died a hero at the front. He saved your brother's life.
What?
He sensed the attack coming and blocked it.
Isn't that right, Aramis?
Huh? Yes.
He told us about your letter, your long letter.
-Beautiful. -Beautiful.
And before joining Christ, he said,
"May Mathilde find solace! Sorrows and pleasures are…
-Only temporary. -…only temporary."
He was a man…
A man of honor.
I think you're going the wrong way, Musketeer.
-Rest assured, I know where I'm going. -You'd better turn around.
You're in my way, sir. I'm trying to get through.
-Are you looking for trouble? -If I was, I'd have found it already.
-I'm looking for you. -May I know on whose behalf?
Captain de Tréville.
-Are you a musketeer? -Why? Don't I look like a musketeer?
-I don't know. Are you a Gascon? -Of course.
From equatorial Gascony.
I thought I made myself clear.
Didn't Athos convey my orders to you?
Oh, yes, of course.
-Athos conveyed your orders perfectly. -They were?
No approaching the Count de Chalais.
Captain, he's the traitor. He's the one who--
I know.
He's part of the conspiracy, but he's not the leader.
No matter how powerful he is, he would never attack the King alone.
The Count de Chalais will one day answer for his actions.
But he will not answer to you.
Soldiers of France. The English fleet approaches.
They'll enter the bay after nightfall to resupply the Protestants.
We have ships at Saint-Martin-de-Ré and Oléron to catch them in the rear.
But we must prevent them from landing at all costs.
At nightfall, you must sneak into the citadel of La Rochelle,
cross the city and take control of the chain tower's cannons.
Two companies will have to volunteer.
A suicide mission with very few men.
There will be no reinforcements and no chance to retreat.
Few will come back alive.
But this sacrifice will not be in vain, for it will be made in the name of God,
the King and France.
-My lord. -Your Eminence.
An officer who, through his military knowledge,
imagined such an attack would be possible,
told me of his fervent desire to go fight.
Who's this brave man?
The Count de Chalais, sir.
Well, Count, you shall lead this first charge.
You may take a step forward.
It is an honor, sir.
And who will be the…
Captain de Tréville.
When a night out on the town comes along, the King's Musketeers can't miss it.
Here, this is for you.
Thank you, Vedi.
Take the Bible.
ISLE OF RÉ LA ROCHELLE
They'll attack tonight.
Musketeers. You're soldiers to die. I'm taking you to where we die.
-All for one… -One for all.
Let's go.
Go.
Let's go.
Lay down your weapons.
You're surrounded, Captain.
You promised your men death.
One move and your promise will be kept.
Gentlemen, welcome.
Sir.
I've employed your services in the past.
I'm here today to offer you mine.
I can see the proof of your goodwill tonight.
But if you are here, it means your master failed you.
What could you possibly have to offer us…
…other than your life?
Captain, spare us the carnage and lay down your weapons.
I lie down only before God or with a woman.
Having all your best soldiers here, I can see the fear my men strike in you.
And for good reason.
But I must ask, sir, who's protecting your towers?
We will probably die tonight, but we will have won.
Fire!
The captain is wounded!
Retreat!
Fire!
Retreat!
Where's Constance?
D'Artagnan!
Take care of him.
-Will he live? -It's too early to tell.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Sister Mary, get compresses.
Come. We'll do everything we can.
If he regains consciousness, promise me you'll come and get me.
Day or night.
I'm D'Artagnan of the Musketeers Corps.
I will.
A young woman's life is at stake.
I promise, D'Artagnan.
Thank you.
Get him some water.
To victory!
To the captain de Tréville!
The captain will be discharged soon.
-Porthos is already out. -He'll say there's nothing to drink.
There's nothing to drink here!
Isaac du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds.
My friends call me Porthos.
Aniaba, the prince of Assinie. My friends call me Hannibal.
Cheers, Hannibal! A pleasure.
Let's go to the village! There must be barrels left.
Let's go!
D'Artagnan?
I'm coming.
My lord.
I deserve nothing and I want nothing for myself.
But, spare her, I beg you.
She deserves happiness.
If you think I can't give it to her…
…then take her from me.
Just tell me she's alive. Please.
Doctor!
He's awake!
He's awake.
You were a great soldier.
I'm proud to have fought beside you.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
May the Lord forgive you for the sins you committed
by sight, by hearing, by word, by touch.
May all the power of the demon be extinguished within you
by the power vested in my hands.
-Let me through. Je-- -Don't make me fight my way through.
Musketeer.
I know the risks you took to bring the Count de Chalais here.
You had, like us, a burning desire to see him brought to justice.
But, God…
…eager to punish him as well, has just called him home.
If it weren't for the British, we'd last two months on rationing.
I'll drive this dagger into the heart of the first man who speaks of surrender.
And I want it turned against me if ever I speak of surrender.
Gaston will never keep his promise.
If he becomes king, he'll betray us as he betrayed Chalais.
He will never give us our independence.
I will go to London.
I'll return with Buckingham and his troops.
What if he doesn't come?
He will come.
I'll convince him and he'll come.
-Madam. -Sir.
-Well, well, look who's here. -Wait a minute.
What's he doing here?
The same thing we are, maybe.
A little victory date.
I bet you two cents he likes to be spanked.
-Stay there, we'll be back. -I won't budge.
I could sleep until spring.
Keep me posted!
Aren't you afraid Buckingham doesn't trust me?
You have all the arguments you need to tame his distrust.
Get on the boat tonight and get rid of him.
You okay, Athos?
Fetch D'Artagnan. Quick, hurry!
When you get to London.
I hope a big world-changing event takes place.
D'Artagnan!
Doesn't Your Eminence fear…
…that this mission to England is looking more and more like a suicide mission?
The love of France protects from many fears.
One must be madly in love to not fear the gallows.
When I first met you in prison, didn't you tell me
that everything you did, you did for love?
There is no great love without great proof of love.
With what proof can France satisfy you?
A blanc-seing.
An order in your handwriting stating that everything I have done or will do,
I have done for the greatness of France.
D'Artagnan! D'Artagnan, hurry!
Come, hurry!
Here's your blanc-seing.
Your Eminence.
Now that I have received instructions regarding your enemy,
will she allow me to say a word about mine?
I didn't know you had enemies.
Musketeers.
I don't want to hear any more about it.
The musketeers are soldiers.
They die every day in the service of France.
Who goes there?
Your husband.
What do you want?
To finish you off.
Was killing me once not enough?
Didn't seeing my hanging body ease your anger?
What crime did I commit other than loving you?
I would have done anything for you, and you made me go through it all.
Better…
And worst.
-I thought you loved me as much as I did. -I did.
I loved you.
Don't look at me with those eyes.
They're the only ones I have.
How is our son?
Does he remember me?
Don't come any closer.
The song I used to sing to him.
♪ Alas, my love, you do me wrong ♪
♪ To cast me off discourteously ♪
♪ And I have loved you so long ♪
♪ Delighting in your company ♪
♪ "Greensleeves" was all my joy ♪
♪ "Greensleeves" was my delight ♪
♪ "Greensleeves" was my heart of gold ♪
Will you forgive me?
I forgive you.
Don't move!
Move and I'll kill you.
And you'll never know where Constance is.
Shoot, D'Artagnan.
Aramis.
That night, Chalais' men were after her.
Shoot, D'Artagnan!
She could have died right in front of you.
By the grace of God, your time has come, Master.
From your lips to God's ears.
D'Artagnan!
The cardinal had her kidnapped.
I saved her life.
I have an urgent message for the cardinal.
A messenger from the royal camp is here to see you.
Where is she?
If he takes one more step, I'll blow your brains out.
It's too bad you don't want to work for me.
My mind and your courage.
Where is Constance Bonacieux?
I don't know.
Why are you asking me questions if you don't want answers?
I know you're the one who kidnapped her.
Yes, I am.
But that's not the question you asked me.
What have you done with her?
I brought her to God's house.
-Your Eminence. -Your Highness.
Why the urgency? It was hard for me to leave the King.
I had to get you away from certain eyes and certain ears.
I have a confession to make.
You dislike me.
I don't blame you, you're not the only one,
but you dislike me for the wrong reasons.
I'm not the man you think I am.
All I ever wanted was to protect the King.
-Even from you. -How dare you?
I know who tried to kill the King.
I know it wasn't you.
Who?
You wouldn't believe me.
But maybe you'll believe your trusted lady.
Constance.
Your Highness.
You may think she's threatened.
I entrust her to you.
The day will come when her words, like yours, must be heard by the King.
I know that's not true.
The Queen is in Luçon.
It's a six-hour ride if the horse is fit and the rider trained.
Why don't you ask her if I'm lying?
If what you say is true…
…I beg you to forgive me.
I speak the truth.
You will pay for this offense.
Don't shoot.
Protestants. They were on their way to England.
We found this on them.
Put them in the pillory.
And distribute the money to your men. They've earned it.
Your Highness.
Forgive me for intruding,
I had to talk to you about something that couldn't wait
at the risk of driving me mad.
On your feet, Musketeer.
You'll believe I've lost my mind in battle,
but the cardinal told me
that he entrusted Constance to you.
Yes, he spoke the truth.
Constance is alive?
Yes.
She wanted to write to you, but she couldn't for her own safety.
Where is she? Can I see her?
I put her somewhere safe.
Your Highness.
I beg you, tell me where I can find her.
She's in London, with the Duke of Buckingham.
Thank you.
They say a man can go on for days without food or water.
Shoot anyone who goes near them.
We'll see what they're willing to do for their comrades.
You'll get yourself killed.
What kind of man would I be if I let my brother die like this?
Fine. I'll go with you.
This is my fight, not yours.
What kind of man would I be if I let my friend die like this?
I hope you can forgive me.
-A musketeer? -Yes, sir. Athos de la Fère.
Get ready to shoot.
Constance is in London, I must…
Aramis?
Aramis!
What happened?
Benjamin?
-Leave me. -Shh.
-Think of your son. -Shh.
Shh, I'm here.
You're stubborn, d'Herblay.
There's a boat at the port.
-Shoot them. -I wouldn't do that.
Aniaba, prince of Assinie.
My friends call me Hannibal.
You may call me "Prince."
That's what my patron Louis calls me.
King of France.
-I feel like you're enjoying your work. -Stop moving.
I can tell that you're terribly attracted to me.
Did you hear that?
-What? -Come here.
A drum roll?
No.
If it's not a drum roll, it must be the pounding of your heart.
-Yes. -No.
-You like me. -No.
I can tell.
-You're hopeless. -I am.
I don't mind a little punishment now and then.
A little one.
Captain de Tréville.
Three of your men arranged the release of a Protestant prisoner.
By order of Sir, brother of the King, you are under arrest.
Is everything alright, ma’am?
More fear than harm.
We'll ask for help.
Well, in the meantime I'll take you to the dutchie.
You'll be safe and warm there.
It was providence that sent you.
Sorry to have kept you waiting. I've just been informed.
I'm very pleased to meet you, miss…
Lady Clarick.
Make yourself at home, Lady Clarick.
And who's the gentleman showing me such kindness?
George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, at your service.
Oh, Your Grace.
How could I ever thank you?
By accepting my invitation to supper.
Your hospitality commends you, Your Grace,
but I would never dare impose.
As soon as my wheel is repaired--
My lady, this week I lost 23 ships
and many, many men.
Another disappointment at this juncture would simply break my heart.
-I would never wish for that to happen. -Thank you.
For once, my horseman has shown some initiative.
He was a perfect gentleman.
One more compliment and I'll have him dismissed.
If we'd met before, I'd remember.
And yet your voice reminds me something.
I can't place it.
You must recognize the face of gratitude.
Oh.
I'm so glad you could join us.
Us?
I have the good fortune of hosting a friend from France.
Do you speak any French?
A little bit.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Milady?
You know each other?
We met under quite…
Lady Clarick?
May I, Your Grace, ask you…
…what will become of Milady de Winter?
Tomorrow, at this hour…
…England will be rid of her.
And you will sign this order without remorse.
Without any remorse at all.
-Thank you. -We found this blanc-seing on her,
signed in Richelieu's own hand.
If you feel sorry for her, bring her a Bible.
I'm sorry.
I've come at a bad time.
You were asleep.
What can sleeping people ask for but a gentle awakening?
So you don't resent me?
Out of all this, I think you're the only one who can claim innocence.
The Duke has authorized me to bring you my Bible.
It's my salvation he's worried about, or his.
No matter the crime…
…a guilty person is sacred at the feet of God.
God loves martyrs,
sometimes he allows the innocent to be condemned.
Did you not seek to kill him?
This war will bring great disaster to England and France.
What's one life worth if it saves hundreds?
I'm not trying to win you over.
I don't wish a life like mine on you or any woman.
Is there anything I can do for you?
I ask only for one thing.
Bring me a knife.
Just for a minute, please, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself.
Just one minute, and you'll have saved my honor.
You'll kill yourself?
But God gives up on those who give up on themselves.
If God wants to punish me, he'll have an eternity to do it.
I, for one, fear his cruelty less than that of men.
They've taken everything from me. I have nothing more to lose.
That would make me an accomplice to your damnation.
I've been gone for a long time.
I believed in freedom.
But the man I poured my love into, my husband…
…he became the very worst of men.
Men.
Ever since I became a woman, their hands have taken me, soiled me…
…betrayed me.
They won't kill me.
My life has been their life.
My death will be my death.
Grant me this, I'm counting on you. You're a woman, too.
Think about it tonight.
Tomorrow you'll do what your heart tells you to do.
We'll be there soon.
Here, take this Bible.
Keep it close to you.
You'll find the answers to your questions.
On Judgment Day…
…Gaston will pay for his betrayals.
Yes.
You asked me for something I can't give you,
but I can give you a chance to escape.
You will be accused of treason.
It's nothing compared to the fate that awaits you.
Hurry, Milady, I may not be mad much longer.
I must speak to the Duke. Take me to him.
The Duke told me not to listen to you.
No, no! What are you doing?
No, no!
Think upon thy prayers, madam.
You're mistaken! I'm Constance Bonacieux.
I'm not Milady!
Let go of me!
Please, let me go.
Please, you're mistaken!
You're mistaken!
No!
No…
They're hanging Richelieu's spy.
No!
Please…
-I'm not Milady! -Constance?
No!
It's Constance!
Constance.
Her hands are freezing.
Get a doctor. Hurry, we need a doctor!
Constance. Constance?
Yes.
She's coming to.
Here. Constance.
-Yes. -D'Artagnan…
Yes, I'm here, my love. I'm here.
-I wanted to write to you. -I know.
It's okay. I'm here now.
I'm here now. I'll take you far from here.
Constance?
Where are you?
I'm here, my love. No. I'm here.
Stay with me.
I'm not leaving you.
I'll never leave you. I'll stay with you.
You'll have to put up with me for a long time.
No…
No.
My men found her.
She's surrounded.
You'll burn the whole manor down.
She was the one that started the fire, my lord.
To prevent us from getting inside.
She already killed the three men I sent in to get her out.
D'Artagnan!
Show yourself!
You killed Constance.
I told you to stay away from her.
I warned you.
You're the devil.
D'Artagnan!
Are you okay?
Court is in session. Please be seated.
Captain de Tréville.
You're being charged with crimes that brought down heads higher than yours.
What are they, sir?
You don't know what you've done?
I was arrested on an order that I was never shown.
Well, you've been charged
with corresponding with enemies of the kingdom.
You've been charged with stealing state secrets.
You've been charged with freeing spies.
You've been charged with treason.
And who blames me if not your imagination?
I do.
I accuse you.
I didn't imagine your men, I saw them as I--
Seize them and bring them to trial with their leader.
These gentlemen have a blanc-seing.
Is that so? Signed by whom? The King?
No, Your Grace.
By His Eminence!
Musketeer, bring it to me.
Calm down, please.
I remind the court that no one can oppose such a grace.
If this blanc-seing is authentic, we must listen to their testimony.
Is this your handwriting?
Your Highness.
The attempt on the King's life revealed to the world
the existence of a conspiracy at the highest level of the state.
You know the old saying of a soldier.
You can tell a friend from a distance and an enemy from up close.
We had to infiltrate the Protestant camp to uncover the conspiracy.
To expose traitors,
sometimes you have to be willing to pretend to be one.
It was risky, of course, but a shy lover,
just like a shy soldier, is never happy.
Success in love is the reward for daring.
Cut to the chase, Musketeer.
In love, you have to know how to wrap things up.
Captain de Tréville and Cardinal Richelieu
have in their possession coded letters seized on the terrorists.
You can decode them… thanks to this Bible.
It will give you the name of the traitor.
Captain, you can give your spot
to someone whose head is higher than yours.
Bravo!
The state sometimes has reasons that I don't understand.
I'm too old for this.
You have more reason than the entire regiment.
That rank belongs to you now.
I can't accept it.
I've already made a promise that I must keep.
He'll lose if he does that.
You're right.
-Ah! -It's good to see you looking so well.
Keep it up, you'll soon be bigger than my sister.
-Uh… speaking of Mathilde. -What is it?
I found a father for her child.
Ah! A nobleman?
-Yes. -A soldier?
-Tender, yet strong? -Indeed.
-Do you think I'll like him? -I think so.
And Mathilde? You know what she's like. She's so…
I think she has feelings for him.
And he's willing to marry her in her condition?
Yes.
What a relief.
I'd be forever grateful. You're like a brother to me.
A brother-in-law. If your father agrees to my proposal.
If you're still interested in joining the order
we'd love for you to officiate the wedding.
Then I will wear the dress for you, sister.
Thank you.
Athos?
You're leaving?
Yes. It's too much for me.
And it's too late for the count of La Fère.
You're leaving me alone?
You're still young.
Take time to weep, D'Artagnan.
Your heart is full of love…
…youth and life.
I wish I could cry like you.
Marguerite!
Oh! There you are!
I'm sorry.
-What? -I'm sorry, Count.
There was nothing I could do.
Joseph!