D'artagnan and Three Musketeers (Д'Артаньян и три мушкетера)

Odessa film studio

based on Alexander Duma's "The Three Musketeers"

Script by M. Rozovsky

Directed by Georgy Jungwald-Khilkevitch

D'ARTAGNAN and THE THREE MUSKETEERS

Music by Maxim Dunayevsky

If there's foul play, we fight,

Two words, a glove and duel,

While Gascony is still alive.

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

Never let go of the sword-hilt.

I hope this song, my friend, is your song, too.

If there's foul play, we fight

Two words, a glove and duel.

While Gascony is still alive.

I bless your journey.

Apart from enemies, you'll make new friends.

Fight, when you can, And God be with you.

And when you can't, do fight as well.

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence

There's also fire in your veins.

PARIS

But Fortune's interest Lies elsewhere

As long as there exists...

with Mikhail Boyarsky as D'Artagnan,

the valiant Gascon nobleman

As long as there exists Gascony.

As long as there exists, As long as there exists,

As long as there exists Gascony.

- He's so funny! - The clowns are here!

In France we have a hundred spies

for Richelieu per mile.

A Frenchman winks - The Cardinal knows,

Oh, what am I saying?!

Spies here, spies there,

One can't sit down, without their knowing.

A Frenchman takes a breath of air - the Cardinal's aware.

Oh, I afraid, afraid!

Aim at a bird - A spy up there!

Go out with a girl - Again a spy!

And so. The Cardinal knows everything.

Go to a pub - A spy is there.

What scoundrels!

Barbarians!

Look what these damn Gascons

have done to a noble animal!

Enough, gentlemen.

You're unfair to the owner.

He must be very proud of his rare parakeet.

He who laughs at a horse,

isn't brave enough to laugh at the owner.

I do not often laugh.

But I retain the privilege to laugh when I please.

And I will allow no man laugh when it displeases me!

Indeed, sir?

Turn, turn, sir, before I strike you in your back!

Your next encounter with this man

will be your last.

- Milady! - Are the horses ready?

His Eminence is waiting for you.

What's happened here?

Well, how shall I put it...

What's that?

To M. de Treville!

De Treville?

Was he sent here on purpose?

We must at least remember his name.

D'Artagnan.

Your horses, count.

Just a minute, madam!

A cowardly thief! Scoundrel!

Calm him down, Rochefort!

Where's the letter?

Coward! You wretched, worthless coward!

But she, she is a beauty!

- Who is? - The blond milady!

Nothing special.

In Meung, we have better looking ladies.

That must be so, if they all look like you.

ATHOS, PORTHOS, ARAMIS and D'ARTAGNAN

Part one

In France, we have a hundred spies

for Richelieu per mile.

A Frenchman winks - the Cardinal knows.

Spies here, spies there,

You can't get up without their knowing.

A Frenchman takes a breath of air - the Cardinal' aware.

My God! You always enter without a sound, Milady.

Pardon me, monseigneur.

May I invite you to a small concert,

featuring the count and a hitherto unknown

composer. Go on, Rochefort.

Kindly sing first voice to the count's second.

Alright, monseigneur, but I'll sing second voice.

The first voice is always yours.

The Cardinal's in love with Mme. D'Aiguillon.

Good for him, because...

Continue, count, don't be embarrassed.

he's found a champignon.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

The Cardinal has bouillon

With Mme D'Aiguillon.

Eats an ecu's worth of bouillon,

Has a million's worth of fun!

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

What's inside the medallion

on Mme. D'Aiguillon?

Maybe, the Cardinal,

Maybe, a scorpion.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Liler, lilon-lila.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler,

Lilon-lila, Lilon-lila,

Lilon-lila, liler.

That's enough!

Thank you very much.

By the way, Rochefort, what have you done

to acquaint me with the composer?

Yes, what have you done, Rochefort?

Your Eminence, you must know who wrote them.

Is that so?

Why isn't he locked up in the Bastille, then?

Your Eminence, that is impossible.

Remember, Rochefort,

there is nothing impossible for me.

Who is he?

Is this marvelous, witty composer

so elusive,

we can't even put him in the Bastille?

Permit me to say, these songs have no specific author.

They are so-called street ballads.

Composed by the crowd.

The people, so to say.

Remember, Rochefort,

there are no people, whom I couldn't put in the Bastille.

Why didn't you at least arrest the singer?

If you can't cope with bigger tasks!

A crazy Gascon interfered, and the singers fled.

Here is a letter, addressed to M. de Treville,

confiscated from him.

Milady!

You must return to England at once.

And inform me from there,

if the Duke of Buckingham leaves London,

or sends a messenger to Paris.

A war with England may become inevitable.

Will there be any other instructions, Your Eminence?

All the instructions are in this box.

You shall open it when you've crossed the Channel.

Good Lord, so mysterious!

While in France, be very careful.

The appearance of this Gascon may not be accidental.

Rochefort!

Find out everything about him.

Yes, monseigneur.

I tell you to stop!

Constance!

Let me go, Bonacieux, they're waiting for me!

Constance, damn it! Where the devil are you going?!

For heaven's sake, leave me alone.

Alone?

Damn it!

A wife asks to be left alone!

Constance, wait!

I don't want to see you only once a fortnight.

They warned you about this at the Louvre.

Constance, wait!

I want to see you every day!

You are mine by law!

- I want to own you! - I'm not a thing to own.

Let him watch!

People can be bought and sold, just like things!

Show a little courtesy to the lady, will you?

Isn't she pretty? My wife!

Come on!

By the way, she belong to the Queen's court.

And I am Bonacieux, a mercer.

Maybe, you'd like to rent a room?

I'm renting out a wonderful room.

You won't find a better view in all of Paris!

And the air!

Better tell me how to get to the house of M. de Treville,

Captain of the King's Musketeers?

Captain of the King's Musketeers?

M. de Treville?

Here I am again!

Are you going to meet him in this beret?