It is the dawn of the 17th Century.
After the assassination of his father the young King Louis XIII
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 adviser,
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.
Bet you say that to all the girls.
Lord! Remember, I'm a lady.
- Let me touch your breasts. - Lord, do not touch me!
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.
I expected more from a man of your reputation.
I don't suppose you have ant idea where could I find Athos and Aramis.
Never heard of them.
You, French spies, are very arrogant. And fools.
- You are so... - Sexy.
It's a wonder it took me so long to catch you.
- You didn't. - Beg your Pardon?
You didn't catch me.
Then what exactly are you doing here,
Catching you.
Key.
Vive la France.
The CRYPT OF DA VINCI.
Leonardo designed to protect his great inventions.
Shall we?
Now.
Did his part. Stay here. See you at the meeting.
We came together and let's go together.
- I go. - Wait, wait.
Too easy.
Pressure plates under the ground.
- Can I climb the walls. - Or go on a cable through the roof.
They may also have its pitfalls.
What is it? We have all night.
Are you certain there are no hidden passages? No secret tunnels?
Positive, sir. It's a vault.
One way in. One way out.
Excellent! I want those Musketeers dead. Dead!
They will replace guards in 2 minutes. Maybe less.
Less!
And now, "C'est la vie. "?
No.
Contingency plan.
Got it.
Athos, you know what is up there?
Hold your breath away.
Get back here! Now!
- Can you tell! - I love you.
I hate to ruin the mood
perhaps we can go ELSEWHERE.
I think the first time Father is right.
- All for one. - One for all.
And what next?
- Back to Paris, I guess. - And then?
Wherever they send us. Whatever France needs.
It's who we are. It's what we do.
I love it.
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 part of you wishes it was.
You take all the risk. 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.
Finally, the war machine.
ONE YEAR LATER
Look down.
It's a trick that an old friend taught me.
Your opponent will not always be as noble as you.
Remember this, and will not have nothing more to teach you.
I doubt it, Father.
Keep it
Passed from generation to generation, from father to son.
It's his now.
The weapon of a musketeer.
The real weapon Here is a Musketeer.
All for one.
And one for all.
You remind me of someone.
Let me guess. You...
No, no. The man who wanted be when I was your age.
Well, we better get going.
Take this bag. It has 15 crowns inside.
Enough to get to Paris.
And need a mount.
His mother insists that mild to Buttercup.
- I know it's not much, but... - It is enough.
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 bit of fighting.
- Well, stay at the back if you can. - Yes, mother.
I have more advice.
I know, I know. Do not get yourself in trouble.
Wrong. Yourself in a jam!
Make mistakes.
Fight, love, live.
Remember this. Always. You're a Gascon. And you're my son.
Now, go. Go.
AFTER 3 DAYS
In the name of God, what kind of beast is that?
And the beast that he is riding also no big deal.
Ostler!
See that my horse is watered and fed!
It's a horse?
My friends thought it was a cow.
Excuse me.
I know you men are just kidding around.
Buttercup... She is easily hurt.
I'm afraid I must ask you to apologize.
I'm not in the habit of apologizing to Gascon yokels.
Not for me. It's for my horse.
You hurt your feelings.
And if I do not apologize?
I'll have to kill him.
You shot me!
The power observation, young.
But the real question is: Why are not you dead?
Superficial wound. The sight must be bad.
Who takes care of my guns?
Captain Rochefort, I...
Do not want to dirty the blade with the blood of peasants.
So young. Consider it a lesson.
His last lesson.
No.
He's too pretty for that.
As you wish... Milady.
Rochefort, come. We are expected in Paris.
Thank you.
Make way
Think you 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?
I'm chasing after a man who insulted my horse and
tried to kill me! Let me go.
It is not enough. Tipped my drink, ruined my shirt.
I am in a hurry.
Who do you think you're talking about?
The town drunk, by smell.
This is a challenge, young man.
- What exactly are you saying? - Blind and deaf.
Fortunately I'm somewhat of a doctor.
Great! When can you fit me in
Noon, Cooper's Yard, St. Germain.
I'll be there.
Excuse me.
I can not 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.
Well, in the words of King Solomon: I'll take both!'
A most excellent choice, sir!
Darling, you spoil me. How will I ever repay you?
Watch where you walk!
My apologies! Matter of life and death! Won't happen again!
- I believe you dropped this. - This isn't mine
I saw the lady give you, I'm not blind.
Are you implying that I would take money from this woman?
That I can't 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, 13h.
I suggest you dress for a funeral.
What?
What the hell?!
Five francs?!
- Hey! What is this?! - It's a citation.
A ticket.
Failure to remove animal bowl movements from public area.
French?
Your horse pooped on the sidewalk
You are joking
It's what everyone says.
You know what?
Cooper's Yard, St. Germain, 14h.
Weird kid.
Milady de Winter!
A close game, your Eminence.
Who is the opponent?
Myself.
No one else has proven to be much of a challenge.
What news from England?
He's coming.
Buckingham?
E...
E?
He built it.
The war machine.
And he does not question their loyalty.
He thinks he's so clever...
As bad.
Evil is only one point of view.
Ah, Richelieu.
This lady is the messenger England?
Your Majesty is exceptionally alert.
So, Madame...
How is Buckingham?
Majesty?
What is he wearing these days?
Green, Your Majesty.
Green?
Very interesting.
And you have the gall to recommend blue?
Of course it should be green.
Why am I surrounded by incompetent idiots?
There you are. Shall we begin?
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.
Will fight this rogue?
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 is good manners
Wait for your turn, old man.
What name should I put on your tomb-stone? 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.
- You're too late. - What happened?
Bad mission. Budget cuts.
The Cardinal. Progress. Take your pick.
Anyway, welcome to Paris.
Too bad we have to kill him.
Well, if I can't become a Musketeer, I might as well fight one.
Or three!
Kill him already. It's lunchtime I'm starving.
Halt!
Jussac!
Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen.
Duelling in defiance of the edicts?
Got tired of rolling peddlers for spare change?
Surrender your weapons and come along with us.
Hand over weapons and come with us.
Surround it!
Unless, of course, you'd rather resist.
New plan.
Kill the boy, kick their asses, go grab some lunch.
I really have to exercise.
You were saying
On the other hand, discretion is the better part of valor.
- You are the musketeers. - Wrong.
We were the musketeers, we are now... Only ourselves.
Rochefort.
Shall we?
Kill them.
Let's balance things out.
Enjoying the show?
- You! - Beware!
You did not answer the question.
- Are you always this cocky? - Only on Tuesdays.
And whenever beautiful women are involved.
Damn!
Can't you see we're trying have a conversation?
What's your name?
Constance.
Sounds very... steadfast.
A quality you seem to know little about.
I beg to differ.
Deep down I'm a hopeless romantic.
Want more?
I had forgotten how it felt like.
We all forget.
The name is D'Artagnan.
You must come from a small town.
How do 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 women of Paris are infinitely more complicated.
They have a thousand ways of saying no,
and only some of them mean yes.
I hate to spoil the mood, but they come back.
Unless you want to defeat the whole army.
Let's go somewhere else.
Do we pick up where we left off?
I think there's been enough fighting for one day.
Besides, anyone who is an enemy of Rochefort
- lis a friend of mine! - Who's Rochefort?
Captain of Cardinal's Guards.
The right hand of the most powerful man in France.
Rochefort
You sure know how to pick your fights.
Like I said, he insulted my horse.
You are reckless, arrogant, impetuous
and will probably be dead by sundown. But I like you anyway.
- Where are you staying? - I have no idea.
Have some money?
Well, dear sir, you and your horse
are welcome in our humble home.
For the time being.
This... Go there.
Come on.
What should we drink to?
- How about the King? - He's a child.
The Cardinal rules, all but in name. We might as well drink to him.
France then.
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 says otherwise is either a fool or trying to sell you something.
I know Athos may seem a bit cold and unfriendly, but don't let it fool you.
- At the bottom... - 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 them...
But I thought they were a little more...
Heroic.
What my esteemed colleague was trying to say in his own way
is that we are... obsolete.
We are warriors, but there's no war for us to fight.
So we drink and brawl
and quarrel with Cardinal's Guards and drink some more.
What we need is a great cause,
but there are no great causes left.
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 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.
He still prays 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!
Sorry gentlemen, fear no more wine.
Get more wine, man!
All right, sir. But I can not.
Our... Money ran out.
Planchet, who you are?
- Total waste of space. - And?
- Useful as bottled fart. - Right.
In short, a complete idiot. But do not do miracles.
Planchet.
Thank you, sir. It is very generous
for a man so young and beautiful. Thank you.
- Okay, so sleep... - You can sleep on the porch.
Outside? On the porch, with this cold?
With birds shitting in my head all night?
That's great. I can only say...
- Wine, Wine. - Yes, of course.
- Wine is, gentlemen. - Wine, Wine.
Check.
This is a ridiculous game.
Surely the King should be the most powerful piece?
The King is the most important piece, but he is vulnerable
Needs to be protected.
I suggest you castle him.
Checkmate.
There! What do you say to 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 better than to mess with me then!
There is another question.
A dangerous rivalry has sprung between the Musketeers and my personal Guards.
- Who was involved? - Athos, Porthos and Aramis.
The usual suspects.
And a young man called D'Artagnan.
I summons them to the palace so your majesty severely punished.
Your Majesty, the King
Well, well.
Brawling with the Cardinal's Guards.
That's very bad,
What have you got to say for yourselves?
- We.. - Humbly beg your pardon, your Majesty.
Yes, I should hope so.
So tell me, how many were involved in this altercation?
Four of us and forty of them, your Majesty
Four to 40?
And you beat them like a drum?!
You'll have to be reprimanded, of course. Most harshly,
I'm afraid. You understand that, don't you? We do,
Your Majesty: the Queen.
Anne.
What a nice surprise.
My ladies and I wanted to see the valiant Musketeers
who stood against 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 was mentioned as brave and impetuous yesterday.
But you must try not to be so Reckless.
Can't help myself, your Majesty.
- Your Majesty, the damned... - Yeah, I know.
Stand up.
Athos.
Porthos.
Aramis.
Forgive me D'Artagnan, but is not dressed for the occasion.
My father is a poor man, your Majesty.
A former Musketeer as well.
These are the only clothes I have.
My God. We must rectify that
Can't have my Musketeers - or a son of one - looking like tramps.
New suits all round!
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 remember - we must have 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 you advice in this matter.
After all, they are his Musketeers.
Good day, gentlemen.
Well now, off with your rascals.
Attend the parade tomorrow. With the new clothes.
During his visit, we'll reveal
he planned a meeting secret to the queen.
May I inquire how your Eminence has uncovered the 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 jewel in the Queen given 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
naturally turn to a stronger leader.
Someone better equipped to rule the nation than a cuckolded teenager with a grudge.
Someone like your Eminence.
Turn around!
Where is he? What amazing education.
Damn his impudence!
What's this 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
Buckingham.
Blue.
Your Majesty.
Love the outfit.
Very... retro. Were dressing well in London.
When was it? In the past year or two.
Lord Buckingham. I trust the journey hasn't been too uncomfortable.
Not at all. No, instead.
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.
The King James is very
interested in your peace proposal.
- Lord Buckingham. - Anne.
Your Majesty.
I must say that her beauty
is much brighter than I remembered.
- Are already known? - From a long time ago.
An evening I shall cherish
Right. Well, can we go?
- What a nice surprise. - Another acquaintance.
Yeah, we know.
As I recall, last I saw you, you were on your knees as well.
A most unfortunate habit.
I shall have to break it during our next encounter.
I'm looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, let's talk about peace?
You must pass me the name of your interior decorator.
- Wine? - I do not drink.
What about the nice bottle of Bordeaux in your middle left hand drawer.
You must pass me the name of your spy in the palace.
And you in mine.
England can not afford a war on two fronts.
Both our nations are already at the limit.
A peace treaty would be a huge strategic advantage.
- Advantage to whom? You? - Us
I feel that my new machines change the balance of war.
Impressive.
Stay where you are! This area is the Queen.
- You can not come here. - Thank you.
I got lost. I went to the wrong side and the door slammed behind me.
I was stuck here, the sun in the heat.
- It'll be okay. - I'm going to faint.
- You're in good hands. - Thank you.
You can not shoot. They will listen.
Constance! Constance! Excuse me!
Pardon, Your Majesty. Only takes a minute.
What are you doing here?
Your Majesty talk to me. Imagine that.
Yes, that's great. Excuse me.
I was...
I was thinking, after talking with it, can we talk?
I can not. I have plans.
- What next? - I have many plans.
- Well, I... - Listen, D'Artagnan.
You can have new clothes and the sympathy of the King
but still acts as an awkward boy inside.
Excuse me.
Two meetings in two days. What an honor, Your Majesty.
Stop it! Please do not think so.
You're a good fellow, D'Artagnan.
What treatment giving you the ladies go?
- I can not complain. - Yes, indeed.
The same for me, of course. The question is...
I have a friend...
A normal guy like you and me.
He married very young.
Political alliance, arranged marriage.
You know.
- I hardly knew the girl. - But he loves her.
Very Yes.
Well, she likes him?
Well, it's funny to ask. Here is the problem.
He is not sure.
He feels a fool when it is close.
Always saying the wrong things. Hands sweating.
The beating heart so strong who fears that she can hear.
It is torture to look at it.
- Have you ever felt like this? - Not until recently.
So... What do we do?
This is my friend. What can he do?
It should open the heart.
Being someone who likes her and not be afraid to show.
Being himself.
That's what he said.
Then he got lucky.
After all, he has Your Majesty as a friend.
Yes, yes.
It's good to have friends.
Will you excuse me for a minute?
I think not.
How are you?
Very well.
I'm wearing blue.
And it's so beautiful.
Thank you. And you're very beautiful.
In fact, he was talking with D'Artagnan...
How beautiful you are.
Thank you, Lord.
- How was it? - It all worked.
Great.
You'll go back to London with Buckingham. And the diamonds.
What should I do with them?
Put them in his personal vault.
The most secure location in all of England.
- The Tower of London. - Yes
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.
What about 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.
Given you reason to doubt my loyalty?
Spare 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
Do we understand one another?
There's a flip side to that coin.
It's quiet easy for an employer to sever all ties with an 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 favors the strong.
Here. Try this.
Give my regards the Queen.
I will take your proposal diplomatic King James immediately.
Cardinal Richelieu, is a pleasure.
It's my pleasure.
His Eminence.
There's been a most distressing development!
Some cards, love letters,
were discovered held by the Queen.
His letters. Buckingham, of course. Who else?
He chatted with the Queen about these letters?
No, absolutely not.
They will deny everything.
I can see Your 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!
"Always appreciate the diamond of 12 stones that gave me.
The proof of our love consummated."
"consummated" means I think what it means?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
My God.
All your Majesty has to do is throw a ball.
What? How that would help!
It would give you a pretext to
suggest to the Queen that she wear your gift.
Richelieu. Very clever.
So if she has the diamonds...
Then your Majesty can rest easy.
And if she doesn't
He wants to have a celebration ball. Five days from now.
Send the diamonds to the jeweler to get them polished.
I want the King's... undivided attention that evening.
I hope I am not interrupting.
Hardly, your Majesty. To what do I-?
I know.
Perhaps you could be more specific
I know.
Believe this is the part where I'm expected to laugh maniacally
and regale your Majesty with the details of some diabolical plot.
However, I regret to inform your Majesty
I still have no idea what you're talking about.
I thought I would say that.
So why has given me with the honor of your visit?
TTo look into your eyes when you said it.
Your Majesty.
All may not be lost yet.
Coming, coming! Hold your horses!
It's not like it's a matter of life and death, you know!
In fact, 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 and 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.
Why in the world would I...
England it is.
Diamonds, Tower of Buckingham, 5 days,
the Queen's reputation and the fate of France as we know it
Who's with me?
I would imagine the Queen will be most generous.
Count Porthos.
That has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
Besides, I hear English women are like a bottle of frozen champagne.
Ice on the outside. But once you warm them up...
This isn't a great cause. But it'll have to do.
If there is Buckingham, she should be.
Who?
Countess de Winter. Charlotte Backson. Anne de Breuil.
Lady Clarick.
Milady.
I know it. The saw with Rochefort.
She switched sides again.
Working for the Cardinal, no doubt.
What will be the catch?
- You were followed. - It Rochefort.
Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan.
Surrender their weapons and no harm events.
The moment you leave, kill them.
Lighting the torches.
Let's count to 5 then we set fire to this place.
1, 2, 3.
- Sorry, did not see you there. - Damn!
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 His Eminence.
Somehow I was laboring under the assumption that
the plan was for you to take them by surprise.
Was it not?
- Your Eminence... - Yes, you are quite fond of that word.
Sadly repeating it does not get you into my good graces.
Alert Milady. Watch ports.
Nobody goes to 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 help, has no way to get past them.
How the hell they came here so fast?
- You know what... - We need a distraction.
- I will. - I will.
I could go.
Probably not.
Wrong. Wrong on both counts.
Need every sword where they go.
I can't help you where you are going. But I can help.
Right here. Right now.
- If you get caught... - Not him!
- If you get caught... - I'm the Queen's lady in waiting.
You, on the other hand, are a wanted fugitive,
and about to steal from one of the most powerful men in England.
Which one of us should be worried?
Go. Go so that you can come back.
Now give me the hat.
D'Artagnan!
Behind him!
Wait!
The diamonds will be in Buckingham's personal vault.
It's 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 traps
It sounds simple. Anyone for bread and cheese?
The meeting has not yet was over, right?
I'm sorry. Please do not stop me.
It gets worse. A lot worse.
We have to go through 3 walls and a canal.
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
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 make sure.
Athos is coming.
Tell me what you think does he want?
What does it matter?
Whatever it is, is a mere excuse.
He wants payback for Venice.
He wants me. And he wants you.
Then we'll have to be ready for him.
Is not it?
We can't outshoot 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, know how we look.
How to move and think.
He'll divide his forces. Independent teams,
each with its own point of entry to maximize their chances.
- There are four of us, so we use... - Actually, we are 5. If...
He's a skilled diver. He'll take the aquatic route,
Aramis will undoubtedly rely on agility and stealth.
Check all towers and all the roofs.
Porthos, on the other hand, will employ 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 also attempt to drive a wedge between us.
Claim to have
secret information about some plot to get us to turn against one another.
Like, say, that I'm a double agent working for the Cardinal.
Or that you are 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.
You're the wild card.
We are the decoys.
We'll create distractions,
keep them occupied, draw them away from you as much as we can.
But at end of the day it's up to you.
You wanted to be a Musketeer.
You wanted to serve France. This is your chance.
You saw me signal a turn
I saw you waving like an idiot.
That was the 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!
Lord, the first of the Musketeers was arrested.
The game is afoot.
Bring it to me and double the guard.
Fold the troops. Fold everything.
Sir
They come to us.
It seems your Lordship has everything under control.
You don't mind if I won't be here to see how it all turns out.
- 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 I could tell the truth.
As far as from here as possible.
Well, well...
Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
So. How's the old Athos?
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 higher.
What?
No last words?
No insults. pleas for mercy or...
What time is it
About 14 hours.
About two. 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.
Your 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 good news.
Such as...?
What about the diamonds?
- Doesn't Buckingham still have them? - No.
Milady likes hedging her bets.
She'd never take the chance that we would succeed in breaking into the vault.
So where are they now?
With the only person she trusts.
So we lose 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:
Welldone
Thank you, sir.
- That really means a lot. - Shut up, Planchet.
Yes, sir.
Don't
We took the precaution of removing the firing pin.
- 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?
Out.
Boys. Been a while.
And this must be the young Gascon.
We've met before
Ah. Small world.
I didn't let Rochefort kill you.
You 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 might find this of use.
Walk.
Athos.
At least she died as he lived:
On her own terms.
No. She did it for me.
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I pulled the trigger.
Let's go home.
Your Majesty!
My dear. You look troubled.
Hardly.
Your Majesty startled me.
I'm sorry.
I just... I just wanted to stop by
and tell you how much I was looking forward to tonight.
It should be quite spectacular, you know.
Fireworks, costumes and such.
But you...
you shall be the most spectacular sight of all.
Especially since you'll wear the diamonds.
You will wear them, won't you?
Because it is very important for me to use them.
Then I shall wear them, your Majesty.
So, even at night.
She promised she'll wear them.
You 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...
Now 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 Buckingham's schematics onto us.
As you can see, we've made some improvements.
It is not a beauty?
What do you want?
Diamonds?
Come get 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.
They have 60 seconds.
He'll shoot us down the moment he has the diamonds.
We can't outrun them.
We can fight, damn it! We can...
- D'Artagnan... - What?
Do you think you have the monopoly on loss?!
And if she dies?
The life of one woman! Or the future of France!
What the hell would you do if you were in my place?!
I've made a lot of sacrifices. Made a lot of hard choices.
For honor, for King, for God and 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 a woman.
Fight for love, D'Artagnan.
France will take care of itself.
The time is up!
An exchange.
I come aboard your ship with the diamonds.
The girl goes aboard ours.
Once I know she's safe,
I give them to you.
Fine.
But I want to see the diamonds first.
Planchet.
Let her go.
- Icem the bridge! - Icem the bridge!
Satisfied?
You never learn, do you?
Fire!
Hard right
Fire!
I want you to be around to see this.
Finish them off!
We can't 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!
He's persistent, I'll give him that.
What is this?
We can not enter in the storm!
Anyone? Someone else want to question the orders?
Obey.
Lord...
It would be a good time to entertain
- An increase? - Shut up, yes?
Yes, sir.
Where are they?
You'll never find them in here.
Oh, I beg to differ.
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.
Stay tuned.
Round two,
asshole.
- Set sail! - We are too heavy!
Scared to take me in a fair fight?
Hardly.
I just don't fight fair.
Captain Rochefort!
Anyway.
Throw the weights!
Throw it all away!
Furnaces at the most!
Faster! Walk!
Shall we?
Hold on.
Out of the way!
I still have the diamonds.
What do you propose to do about that?
Kill you.
If you insist.
I came close.
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!
- His Eminence... - Don't interrupt!
They must not be...
Attach these men!
What does that mean?
- 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-?
Buckingham's spy, Captain Rochefort, attempted to sabotage the craft.
- He's been dealt with. - Rochefort?
Captain of your Guards?!
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
Richelieu! 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.
He was returning the jewelry.
When I saw it was a little early
but the orchestra is here, and so do we.
Would you Majesty care to dance?
I love it.
Well, if you do not care colleagues...
D'Artagnan...
Look...
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, get ready, 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.
There will come a time when you'll wish you 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... Now what?
We drink.
Then what?
Wherever they send us. Whatever France needs.
Thought you didn't believe in that stuff any more.
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 tough, mean,
foul tempered bastard. But sometimes... well,
I get this 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.
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