The Musketeers

So, why do you think the Cardinal's so interested in this baby?

All I know is it's our job to collect the infant

and his mother and take them back to Paris.

- That's it. - You're not curious?

Not in the least.

And this priest, Duval?

What does he have to do with it all?

Probably paid to look after them,

but one thing you need to learn, d'Artagnan,

don't get involved.

Where are they? The Bernard woman and her child.

Outside.

Forgive me, for I have sinned.

What is your offence?

Murder.

Father Duval?

Father Duval?

Aramis!

I think we've found him.

Put me down! Put me down!

No! Help me!

Help me!

No!

Finish her!

No! Henry!

No! Henry! Henry!

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Follow them as closely as you can.

My guess is they're headed for Paris.

I'll try and find out what's going on.

This was no ordinary kidnapping, was it?

Meet me at Bonacieux's house.

I swear, I'll kill you. Who are you?

My name is Aramis of the King's Musketeers.

I have been sent to escort you and your son to the palace.

- Why? - I was hoping you might tell me.

How can I put this discreetly?

Perhaps you went to a ball somewhere?

Had a chance encounter with a charming and persuasive young man?

One thing leads to another

and nine months later little Henry comes along.

- What kind of woman do you think I am?! - I really have no idea.

I am faithful to my husband... Philippe Bernard!

If this Philippe is truly the baby's father...

Where is he now?

I'm sorry. That was tactless.

Just leave me alone.

Father Duval!

Don't go in there!

Don't go in there.

The thrill of the chase, Captain. It is close to divine.

Captain!

It can't be.

Guards! Protect the King!

Quickly!

Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way!

On your guard!

Hold the line!

I demand to see the King.

My beloved son.

I ordered you never to come back!

Where else should I turn when I am in grave danger?

You are banished for life on pain of execution!

You tried to steal my throne!

Now I'm obliged to cut off your head

and place it on a spike for all Paris to ogle!

Come inside, Sire.

Leave this to the Cardinal and Captain Treville.

Please, I beg of you!

On my knees!

In the name of the love you once bore me!

I did love you.

And you betrayed me.

No!

Your Majesty, the Queen is right. You must withdraw.

Abandon me now and I'll die!

Someone is trying to kill me!

Please!

How can she just appear like this?!

Why does she insist on provoking me?!

I suggest Your Majesty

demonstrates his magnanimity by sparing her life.

How can I? She was warned.

If she ever showed her

face in Paris again I would cut off her head!

Decapitating one's mother is rarely

popular with the people, Sire.

It always looks a touch ungrateful.

The threat she faces must be very real

if she's prepared to risk her life by coming here.

But we will find these assassins, Cardinal?

I can't have people running around trying to kill my mother.

Not unless I tell them to.

The King's mother comes to you in peril

and you treat her like a common criminal.

So much for the chivalrous reputation of the Musketeers.

I'm disappointed.

But on the bright side, you're not dead yet.

You think I'm frightened of the King's toy soldiers?

For a glorified boot boy, you've got an awful lot to say.

Draw if you wish. It will be our duty to kill you

and, incidentally, our pleasure.

Vincent, I am weary.

Gentlemen, I assure you, I have no argument with you.

The King is occupied with

pressing state business. He cannot see you.

Her gracious Majesty has survived one attack only by God's grace.

We are too few to withstand another attempt.

His Majesty's decision is final.

Why would they take my baby?

How long have you lived in the village?

Something in your past might provide us with a clue.

I've lived there ever since I fled my father's temper.

Father Duval found me a place.

What of your husband?

He was a simple man, kind and decent.

We met and fell in love.

Look, it's her!

Let's go!

Get away from us! The devil and his consort don't

belong amongst decent people!

Keep going.

- What was all that about? - Ignorance and superstition.

The Cardinal has a personal grudge against me.

Captain, please, you are a reasonable man.

You're escorting me home to my death.

You forget I was there

when youtried to seize power, Your Majesty.

With respect, don't expect sympathy from me.

Ambush!

- Are you hurt, Your Majesty? - No!

Come on!

No!

No! We need him for questioning!

No!

No-one who seeks to harm

my Queen warrants the privilege of questions!

Go to her.

Are you harmed?

Only a little shaken.

And you killed these renegades?

I did, Your Majesty.

Captain?

I have Musketeers searching for the assailants, Your Majesty.

They will be brought to justice.

I nearly lost my mother!

God has seen to it

that I shall not go to the grave without my son's love.

He has sent me this chance to atone for my sins.

I'm so sorry.

I beg your forgiveness with all of my heart.

These attempts on Marie de Medici's life? Why bother?

She's made many enemies over the years.

Perhaps it's revenge, or some long-standing grudge.

I've received intelligence.

Rumours only. Regarding certain families.

The Duke of Vendome, the Duke of Epernon and the Duke of Rohan.

- What kind of rumours? - That they are raising militias.

Oh! And when exactly were you thinking of telling me?

When I knew that they were more than rumours.

They are all former allies of hers.

This is Marie de Medici.

Trust your instincts, Captain.

There's always something more to it.

I remember the days of her attempted coup all too well.

The chaos, the bloodshed, brother against brother.

I never want to see those times again.

On that we are agreed.

Any news on that child I sent for?

Aramis and d'Artagnan aren't back yet.

Let me know when they return.

If you were Marie's personal guard,

wouldn't you want to ask questions,

find out who's behind this?

Why kill them when he didn't have to?

Vincent was out of control.

A good soldier is never out of control.

And he's one of the best.

They had the weaponry of a small army...

yet not one shot found its mark? - Not a scratch on any of us.

Wouldn't you expect to see at least some damage to the trees,

or the odd piece of splintered bark? There's just nothing.

I don't see any used wadding.

And no spent musket balls.

Captain, there were eight shots, no damage

and not a single injury to anyone.

The gunshots were nothing more than a firework display.

You're certain?

Either that or they were the worst assassins ever.

The last time I went up

against Marie de Medici she threw me in prison.

I'd rather not go back.

If this ambush was staged, I need to know why.

Vincent could have captured the gunmen.

They would have talked sooner or later.

He wanted to make sure they didn't.

Keep watch on him. And Marie, if you can.

Either he's manipulating her or they're in it together.

Either way, we need to know what the endgame is.

I've made many mistakes in my life.