The Musketeer

Okay. Whew. Ohh!

Yeah. You went on the defensive too soon.

Ah, you gave too much ground. A Musketeer would never do that.

A Musketeer doesn't fight his duels after a morning of farm chores.

No, but they drink and carouse all night. So it's much the same thing.

Time to eat. Don't fill his head with that.

D'Artagnan wishes to serve his king as the bravest of Musketeers.

Well, I might have a drink now and then.

Aren't we waiting for Planchet? Oh, I would,

but my hunger won't.

Riders coming.

Please join. There is not a lot, but you're welcome to share it.

You don't recognize me, Gaston?

Not since you no longer wear the colors of the King.

Are you the son?

You know your father was quite a swordsman at one time.

- The best in Europe. - Second best.

- He's second to no one. - He is no one but a cripple.

Leave now.

Not without the taxes. I've paid my taxes to the King.

Oh, that does the Church no good at all.

Taxes for the King, taxes for the Church,

taxes for the sheriff, taxes for the mayor.

It's a wonder there is anything left to eat.

Does it look like I've struck gold here?

Such insolence... from a thief.

- My father is not a thief. - DArtagnan! Please.

Listen to your mother, and listen to me.

A man who does not pay his taxes is no more than a thief.

- My father was a Musketeer. - I know.

Planchet. Not here.

I've heard otherwise. You've heard wrong.

Not only a thief, but also a liar.

I'm so sorry, little D'Artagnan.

Planchet will take care of you.

I do not hope to replace your parents. No one can.

However, I would like to help you in becoming a man.

It's a rather tricky journey.

I will be your guide.

I want you to teach me to become a Musketeer,

like you taught my father.

I will find that man and kill him.

Listen to me, D'Artagnan. Listen to me carefully.

I didn't teach your father how to kill. I taught him how to live.

I don't understand. That's because you're a boy.

You have always had your father in you.

I can see it in your eyes.

You will become a Musketeer.

A great one. Understand...

it will not happen quickly, and it will only happen if you listen.

If you teach me, I will listen.

I'd be honored.

Whoa. Whoa.

DArtagnan, this place invites one for bad food and worse company.

Oh, well, I just want breakfast, not a new home.

You have money? Yes.

- Who invited you? - The space is free.

Move. You're attracting flies.

Forgive my associate. Strangers make him anxious.

What with the public running wild, thieves and cutthroats around every bend--

I'll keep my eyes open.

Get out! Go on, go away!

- Where are you going? - Paris.

- Oh, what business takes you there? - Mine.

Stop!

Put down your sword or he's dead.

This man is a moment from his death if you don't put down your sword!

What do I care about some old man?

I think you do care.

- Why did you come here? - I wanted to watch.

- I will kill him! - You'll be dead before you do.

Well, I'd love to see how all of this turns out,

however I have a long ride ahead of me.

You have an interesting fighting style. Where did you acquire it?

Here and there.

Perhaps there. Certainly not here.

When you bury Darcy, I wouldn't be too concerned about a cross.

He was not a man consumed by religion.

If you survive, don't try these heroics in Paris.

You will not last the day.

When you pass the entrance, would you send six of my men back?

Six men?

Well, that should be enough, don't you think?

He doesn't have men outside! He's-- He's bluffing.

Let him go now. He doesn't mean much to me.

However, he is a friend of the men outside. They will not be merciful.

I see you have been making friends again.

Why didn't you do anything? He was no match for you.

This was your test, not mine.

- Hyah! -

Whoa!

Why are we stopping?

We are emissaries from the King of Spain.

I have a document from King Louis guaranteeing me safe passage in France.

Whoa!

You said there were always 50 or 60 men here waiting to be assigned...

and that one could mark this villa...

by the men outside begging to call themselves Musketeers.

Things change. Oh, thank you.

Hello? Monsieur Treville?

- Your guard's too low. - Nothing wrong with my guard.

I'm looking for Monsieur Treville.

He is not receiving visitors.

He will receive me.

Please forgive Aramis. He's not at the peak of civility this morning.

I'm civil as this stray deserves. You have the courage of wine for breakfast.

May we give Treville a message? You may give him this.

Just the name will do.

My father was a Musketeer. Treville gave him this sword.

I'm Porthos. This is Aramis.

- We, too, are Musketeers. - You two? Musketeers?

- So much for civility. - I'm sorry. It's just that I had no idea--

Well, now is not the best time to be a Musketeer.

Or the child of a Musketeer.

On the 12 of April, just outside of Lyon,

the Spanish envoy and his escorts were slaughtered.

The sword and tunic of a Musketeer were found.

But who would believe the Musketeers capable?

Cardinal Richelieu. Or so he professes to.

The Musketeers have been suspended.

Replaced by Richelieu's own private guards.

And Treville, as our leader, has been, uh...

detained until there's a full inquiry.

Detained where? In the Cardinal's jail.

We must get him out of jail. Well, that seems unlikely.

What of the King? These are his Musketeers.

Surely he will want us to free Treville.

He will not meddle where the Cardinal is--

You have a loose tongue, Porthos.

I'm hardly giving away great secrets.

Perhaps one more secret. The name of a place to stay.

Certainly.

Your guard's too low.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a lifetime since my last confession.

I have murdered, plundered, raped.

Oh, and I have been...

uncharitable. Don't make a mockery of the Church.

- You sent for me. - You've gone too far.

I wish to scare the Spaniards. Embarrass the King.

I want political tension, not war.

Oh, the Spaniards were scared.

You could see it in their faces just before they died.

And I'm certain King Louis feels embarrassed.

Buckingham must be dealt with.

He is coming despite what happened to the Spanish.

If the King makes peace with the English,

it will strengthen his position with the people.

So, let me see, how can I phrase this?

Without killing anyone,

make the King a fool in Buckingham's eyes.

What if I absolutely must kill someone?

Well, if you must, you must.

Whoa.

Three pistoles a week, a week in advance and-- Oh.

It says you have no money and that you are a man of honor...

and blah, blah, blah, blah.

My niece, Francesca. She's lovely.

Not if you must live with her.

She thinks she's something special because her mother hemmed dresses for the Queen.

She sometimes forgets her place.

Sorry, Francesca. Gout. Puts me in a foul humor. Show monsieur a room.

I have some pressing book work.

Is he always like that?

No. He's never apologized before. Why do you stay?

He is all the family I have. I have nowhere else to go.

Do you wish to see the room or not?

The room. Yes. Yes, of course.

- Ohh! -

Are you all right, Monsieur? That stair moved at the last moment.

Stairs can do that. Do you have a name? A name?

Yes, of course. Uh, D'Artagnan.

Are you certain? Not if you don't like it.

It wasn't always like this. Once we were filled with would-be Musketeers.

What happened? They kept getting killed.

This is the best room.

This is the best room?

Well, actually, it's the only room.

You're beautiful. I'm sorry. It just came out.

I've embarrassed you. No.

Does every man tell you you're beautiful? Yes.

- Will there be anything else? -

- Did the ceiling move? - I need a place for my horses and coach.

Around the back. I'm sure you'll be able to find it if you don't kill yourself.

Nothing like this. They're far fussier than I am.

Hallways are here, and cells are down here.

Do you know the jail so well from the time you spent there?

This is not the first time a Musketeer needed rescuing.

Something amuses you? This coach, for one.

And those pathetic horses, for another. Not to mention your clothes.

You see, everyone is rude here.

Paris is the rudeness capital of the world.

- Move this trash. - Not until you apologize to my horses.

Apologize to your horses?

They're very sensitive. You've hurt their feelings.

Be thankful that's all we do. Now move.

You really don't seem to understand.

I can't leave until you apologize to my horses.

Do you know who we are?

- No. Do you know who I am? - No.