The Musketeers

Martine! Come on! Come on!

Yah! Yah!

It's been two hours - you haven't said a word.

Whatever the captain told you must have been significant.

He told me who my father was.

Is that significant enough for you?

Martine, run!

Get away from the gate! Yah!

~ What are you doing?! ~ Hey...

what's going on here?

What business is it of yours?

What have these girls done?

They're my wife's maids. They stole from her.

Move! Now!

Is this true?

Now, tell me what you want here.

We've come to see the Marquis de Belgard.

Then you've wasted your time. He doesn't receive visitors.

Come on!

He'll receive me.

Get in!

Where is she?

Remember...

.. you forced me to do this.

Please...

Please don't hurt her!

No..

What the hell do you want?

I'm looking for the Marquis de Belgard.

You've found him.

Who are you?

My name is Porthos.

I'm your son.

Who told you this nonsense?

Captain Treville of the musketeers.

Treville?

It was his treachery that ruined my life.

That's our captain you're slandering.

That's my friend Aramis, also of the musketeers.

If you knew what I do,

you would not take your captain at his own valuation.

What else did he tell you about me?

Not much.

You'd better come in.

Your friend can wait here.

A long time ago, I did something cruel...

.. and unforgiveable, to Porthos and his mother.

I did it in the name of friendship,

but it's a stain on my honour I can never remove -

and I have spent every moment since, trying to atone for it.

Porthos needs your loyalty, now more than ever.

It would help if we knew what was going on.

If you knew Belgard was his father, why didn't you tell him?

I had my reasons.

Good ones.

Forgive the mess.

Since I withdrew from the world of affairs,

I spend most of my time alone, here.

I'm something of a recluse.

You must know the story of the infamous Marquis de Belgard?

I was captain of the royal bodyguard,

the day the present King's father was assassinated.

But Henri died at the hands of a lunatic

and a scapegoat was required.

I was court-marshalled.

Treville and De Foix both gave false evidence...

With all due respect, that's not why I'm here.

You want to know if I'm your father?

I believe I am.

You have the look of your mother about you -

Marie-Cessette, the love of my life.

The "love of your life"

died abandoned and in despair,

in the slum they call "The Court of Miracles".

If I had only known, I would have moved heaven and earth to find you.

My husband told me we had visitors.

Your husband?

Levesque. You met him in the grounds.

Ah, yes - with the maids.

You'll be sending them to the magistrates for trial, I suppose?

No need to make an issue of it.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

That's very enlightened.

I am Eleanor Levesque, daughter of the Marquis.

I'll have the servants bring you refreshments before you leave.

We're, um... We're staying for dinner.

Ah, Eleanor. There you are.

Meet your half-brother, Porthos.

Bonacieux wasn't a bad man,

just...

.. frustrated.

He felt he deserved something better...

better than me, anyway.

You have no reason to feel guilty.

I didn't love him and I was unfaithful.

There's two reasons.

What right do we have to take advantage of this?

How can anything good come of it?

I'm glad he's dead.

I'm sorry, but why should we mourn him?

Fate has given us a chance to be happy.

If we don't take it, who gains?

I need time, d'Artagnan.

The Queen needs me now. Rochefort is growing more powerful by the day...

I won't let anything happen to you.

I need time.

When Bonacieux was alive, you couldn't leave him.

Now he's dead, you still can't?

Take all the time you need, but remember -

when you finally make up your mind and you want me,

I might not be there any more.

I'm not safe anywhere.

They're trying to kill me, like they did my father.

Treason is always with us.

We must remain vigilant.

Cancel my public appearances and have my food tasted.

Of all deaths, I fear poisoning the most.

I will personally taste every dish.

Now...

.. if Your Majesty could just sign these,

I will ensure your government proceeds as normal.

Rochefort,

you are the first of my subjects since the Cardinal's death

who truly anticipates my needs.

The King prefers to be alone.

Perhaps Your Majesty might try again this evening?

My condolences, Madame,

on your husband's untimely death.

You should take some time to grieve.

I have offered, but Constance will not leave my side.

Oh. Then we must insist.

I can find other servants for the Queen.

Rochefort is right.

D'Artagnan will be waiting.

Let the world say what it likes.

I will receive you both at court and then no-one will dare gossip.

Your Majesty,

don't let Rochefort stop you seeing the King.

He needs you now, more than ever before.

What do you mean, Constance?

The King is not well.

I'm certain Rochefort has all our interests at heart.

To my son, Porthos -

who was lost and is found.

Raise your glass, Eleanor.

I understand.

It's a lot to take in.

My wife is not related to you!

Forgive him, Porthos. He comes from trade and lacks any breeding.

I loved this man's mother and will not have him abused.

Now, sit down and behave yourself.

You say you loved his mother...

What happened?

She came to this house as a servant.

We fell in love and married in secret.

After you were born,

my father discovered the truth

and ordered me to cast you both aside.

I refused.

A few days later...

.. you and your mother disappeared.

Treville and De Foix were in league with my father.

They told me you were dead.

I never stopped thinking of you.

But in the end, and for the sake of my family name...

.. I married this girl's mother.

I won't listen to this.

Eleanor has her looks, but also her character -

shrewish and spiteful.

~ Apologise, damn you! ~ Look, whoa, whoa...

Just sit down, eh? I didn't come here to cause a fight.

We know why you came here!

There! Take your hand-out and go!

I'm giving you a chance.

Sit down now and we'll let this pass.

Hey!

You brought this on yourself.

You savage!

Porthos, that's enough...

.. unless you want to kill him.

A champion, at last.

A son to defend my honour.

Ah - Milady de Winter.

I owe you an apology.

The last time we saw each other, my behaviour was crude and over-hasty.

We can help each other, you and I.

You stripped me of everything I owned,

including a valuable gift from the King.

I'll see it is returned.

You must understand, there was a murderer on the loose.

A female assassin?

Shocking.

And working for the Spanish, presumably?

Why do you say that?

Who else stood to gain?

Remarkable that she was able to smuggle herself so easily

into the very heart of government.

One might almost suspect she had inside help.

Musketeer incompetence was to blame.

My job is to see it never happens again.