The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - Friends and Enemies - full transcript

Come on, you're tired, Father.
We should stop here.

Paris is only a few hours away.

Paris will still be there
in the morning.

Look, I could ride all night.

But if you're saying
you need to rest...

My son and I need beds for the
night. We've come a long way.

Heading for Paris, Monsieur?

Ah, yes.

To petition the King
on Gascony's behalf.

His new taxes are
an intolerable burden.

Too right.
This country is going to hell.



Michel Fournier at your service.

Alexandre d'Artagnan at yours.

Check the stables.

The Cardinal bleeds us dry.

It would never have happened
under the old King.

He was a man of the peop...

My name is Athos,
of the King's Musketeers.

Kindly empty your pockets of
money and jewellery.

Get over here!

I was told...

the Musketeers were
honourable men.

I see that I was misinformed.

You think this is bad?

I'm only just getting started.



Hah!

Argh!

I couldn't stop them.

Father?

Father! Father...

Athos. Please...

Athos...

♪ Hey!

♪ Hey!

♪ Hey!

♪ Hey!

♪ Hey!

♪ Oh-hey!

♪ Oh-hey! ♪

Oh...

That's... That's impossible.

You cheated.

What's going on?

Dujon and I were having a discussion
about personal integrity.

Your friend had the King
up his sleeve.

Oh, that's slander.

Tell him, Athos.

Don't involve me in this.

Ooh. Shoot him and it's murder.

One less Musketeer. Who cares?

Fine words from a Red Guard.

There's only one way
to resolve this.

A duel between gentlemen,

supervised according to
the strict code of honour.

Fine. In a fair fight,
I'm a match for anyone.

Confidence.

I like that in a man.

Still, why fight fair
when you might lose?

Attacking an unarmed opponent
defies every principle of chivalry.

Close enough.

En garde.

What happened to the code?

Oh... Who has time?
Treville wants to see us.

Porthos.

Yeah, I need to work on that.

Where's Aramis?

Tell me he's not that stupid!

This?

Stabbed in combat at the siege of
Montauban in '21.

And this one?

Musket ball at the Ile de Re, '22.

Poor Aramis.

And this one?

Your nails,
at the Luxembourg Gardens,

the day before yesterday.

Hmm, Armand will be here soon.

He doesn't love you as I do.

Yes, but he pays for all of this.

Don't be like that.

Oh, my God! He's early.

No, don't go that way,
he'll see you.

Please tell me there's
another way out. The window.

Have you seen how far down that is?

No, that's not going to work.
I'll...

..simply tell the Cardinal
I had a good reason for being here.

In my bedroom?! You thought
you saw a rat and screamed.

I was passing by and ran to help.

Easy.

If you love me, you'll jump. Right.

My sword.

Please! Go now!

My pistol!

Armand! How wonderful to see you!

It's chilly in here, my dear.

Is it? I'm rather hot.

Oh, come here, my love...

I can't stay for long.

Affairs of state. But I hardly
get to see you these days.

I'm sure you find other ways
to amuse yourself.

I'd much rather
amuse myself with you.

Why not Adele?
Oh, I don't know, let's think.

Because she's the mistress of
the most powerful man in France?

Gentlemen, I love her. You love her?

Or you love stealing
what belongs to the Cardinal?

You three!

My office. Now.

He looks happy.

I've had complaints.
An allegation you've been duelling

with the Cardinal's Red Guards.
Is it true?

Let me think... No. Because...

that would be illegal.

I can't protect you
from the Cardinal

if you keep fighting his men.

Captain Cornet
and his troop are missing.

I need you to find out
where they are.

I thought you sent him
to Chartres. I did.

He should have been back yesterday.

There's been no word.

Well, what was he doing there?

He was carrying a number
of...confidential items

to an important meeting
at the monastery.

He was engaged in the King's work -
that's all I can say.

Just get yourselves to Chartres
and find out what's happened.

20 sous for the bed.

Ten, if you share.

Any lice or crabs?

No, thanks, just bed and dinner.

This is a very clean house. Hmm.

Monsieur...?

D'Artagnan.

Dinner is extra.

Clean water? Extra.

Soap?

Don't tell me, I can guess.

But use of
the communal towel...is free.

There's something about shooting

that makes a man feel fully alive.

Unlike the birds, I suppose.

They're born to be shot,
like rabbits...

and poets.

Now!

Good shot, Your Majesty.

Good enough for the
Musketeers, Treville?

My men are professional
soldiers, Your Majesty.

You should try flattery sometimes.
It plays very well around here.

I have always told Your Majesty
the truth, and always will.

That's why I like you, Treville.

These people just pay me
empty compliments.

It amuses me to have
an honest man at court.

What can I do for you, Cardinal?

Reports are arriving with
disturbing frequency, Your Majesty.

Musketeers on the rampage,
robbing and murdering.

There has been some mistake.

These villains are not Musketeers.

I, for one,
don't believe a word of it.

I never knew such a loyal
and law-abiding body of men.

But I strongly advise an inquiry.

Is that really necessary?

I know you love Captain Treville,
but a great king...

must be seen to be fair.
He cannot have favourites.

Unless it's you, you mean?

There have been no recent
desertions, no absences?

Not one Musketeer unaccounted for?

None. There you are, then, Cardinal.

It's Your Majesty's reputation
that concerns me.

These men wear the King's uniform.

Very well. We will have an enquiry.

You will give it your full
co-operation, Treville.

Now!

He waited all night for Cornet
and his men. They never appeared.

Well, a troop of Musketeers
can't just vanish into thin air.

The Abbot was also told to expect
an envoy from Spain.

Treville didn't mention
a Spanish envoy.

It doesn't matter.
He didn't appear either.

Cornet is a fine soldier.

If he's gone missing,
there's a good reason.

We'll have your best room.

And if the bed has fleas,
you'll be whipped.

Draw me a bath.

Be sure the water's clean.

I don't want to bathe in
someone else's scum.

Clean water is extra, Madame.

Don't even ask about the towel.

Are you addressing me, sir?

Not unless your name is "Madame".

Forgive me, Milady, while I teach
this oaf a lesson in manners.

Put it back,
or I'll blow your head off.

You are not a gentleman.

That stings.

He's just some drunken thug,
Mendoza. Put your sword away.

We'll settle this at breakfast.

I'll be in the courtyard at eight.

You look beautiful tonight, Adele.

Armand, you're tired.

Is it another one of your headaches?

I feel like my head might burst.

The King is a petulant child.

The regions refuse to be governed.

The treasury is
as...good as bankrupt.

Yet I am obliged to spend
half my time

dealing with the indiscipline
of the Musketeers.

You ruin your health
for the sake of France.

Ah...

It's these Musketeers
who will ruin France.

They are an ungovernable faction
at the heart of the state.

Is that why you hate them so much,
because they're beyond your control?

Nothing's beyond my control.

Missing something?

You still need
that lesson in manners.

Undress for me.

You're feeling better, I see.

I can trust no-one at court.

I'm surrounded by fools and liars.

But at least
I can always rely on you.

What is it?

What troubles you?

I'd rather not talk about it.

I just want to watch you
and forget for a few hours.

What happened?

The man I loved tried to murder me.

Say the word,
and I'll kill him for you.

I might hold you to that one day.

You! You murdered him.

No... Hold him, someone!

There he is!

Get him!

He's a murderer! Stop him!

Stop him!

Ooh! I'll give you
five livres to kiss me.

Mm! Mm!

Mm!

That actually worked... Agh!

Oh, you degenerate! Touch me again,
and I'll gut you like a fish.

My apologies, Mademoiselle.

It's Madame. Madame!

I won't trouble you any further.

Are you all right?

Do you know the way to
the Musketeers' Garrison?

Why do you want to know?

I have some business to settle
on my father's behalf.

You really don't look well.

Where am I? My husband's house.

Oh...

No, I can't stay here.

I have an appointment with
the Musketeer Athos.

I know him. Is he a friend of yours?

Not exactly.

You can barely walk.

That's my problem.

Now, will you tell me the way to
the Musketeers' Garrison or not?

You're in no shape to fight,

if that's what you're thinking of.
I have three older brothers.

I know that look in a man's eye.

With respect,
that's none of your business.

You made it my business
when you fell at my feet.

You're a beautiful woman.
I'm sure you're used to it.

I should have just left you
in the gutter.

My apologies.

I'm not always so ill-mannered.

Might I enquire
the name of my saviour?

Bonacieux.

Constance Bonacieux.

Athos killed my father, Constance.

That's why I must face him.

I'm d'Artagnan.

Please think kindly of my name...

if you think of it at all.

Feed the horses.
See they are rested.

I'm starving...

I'm looking for Athos!

You've found him.

My name is d'Artagnan,
of Lupiac in Gascony.

Prepare to fight.
One of us dies here.

Now, that's the way
to make an entrance.

Can I ask why?

You murdered my father.

You're mistaken.
I'm not the man you're looking for.

Murderer!

Do you deny you shot
Alexandre d'Artagnan two days ago

in cold blood?

I usually remember the men I kill.

That name means nothing to me.
Then you're a liar as well!

Remarkable.
He's keeping up with Athos.

Rubbish. He just doesn't want to
hurt the lunatic.

That's enough!

That could have been your throat.

Don't make me kill you
over a mistake.

I didn't kill your father
and I don't want to kill you.

Athos!

And that could have been your back.

Now, fight me or die on your knees!

I don't care which.

No?

Argh...!

He said, enough.

Very well.

I'll fight both of you.

Three of us?

Now, for God's sake,
put up your sword.

You'll have to kill me for it.

Lively little bugger, aren't ya?!

Stop fighting! All of you!

Is three against one fair?

We weren't going to kill him.

Weren't we?

Next time, let us know.

Madame Bonacieux,
what are you doing here?

I followed him because I knew
he was going to do something stupid.

- I don't need a woman to protect me.
- Don't say another word.

If only men would think
instead of fight,

there might be more good ones left.

Him, I'm not sure about.
Her, I like.

What's going on?

Never mind. Did you find Cornet?

He never made it to the monastery.

Give us 20 men and we'll search
the road to Chartres.

Athos, I'm sorry.
These men have come to arrest you.

You're to appear before
the King immediately,

charged with robbery and murder.

I promised them
there'd be no trouble.

I'm not the man you're looking for.

Why did my father name you
before he died?! I don't know.

This man...

stands accused of highway robbery...

..assault...

..and murder.

While Captain Treville
looks the other way,

his men riot in the streets.

The charges are false, Your Majesty.
There are witnesses.

You!

Tell the King what happened.

I own an inn.

The Musketeer named Athos,
and his men, robbed me

and murdered two of my guests,

Michel Fournier, and a Gascon
named Alexandre d'Artagnan.

I have never seen this man before
in my life!

You.

I was driving my master
and mistress home.

We were attacked by a bandit.
He said his name was Athos.

He shot them both.

Is this your assailant?

Yes, I believe so.
He wore the same uniform.

Oh, this is a mockery of justice!

There is not a word of truth
in this!

These men are mistaken!

Musketeers are not above the law.

Remember, Sire.

The King's judgment is infallible.

Quite right.

An example must be set.

Take this Athos to the Chatelet.
He will be executed at dawn.

Your Majesty, if I might have
a moment in private.

The matter is closed, Treville.

It's about Cornet.

What about him? He's gone missing.

So have your letters.

The Cardinal must not find out about
those letters. Do you understand?

He must not know!

Oh, you have disappointed me,
Treville.

If you want to help Athos,
find Cornet.

Jacques-Michel Bonacieux
at your service.

Merchant in fine quality cloths
and linens to the nobility.

Perhaps you've...heard of me?

I'm afraid not. Hmm.

So how did you come by
these injuries?

My injuries don't matter.
I've failed my father.

I came to kill the man
that murdered him,

but all I've found
are more questions.

I can't rest until I know the truth.

That's lucky, because rest
is out of the question.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We're not here to fight.

Those Musketeers who attacked you,
would you know any of them again?

They all wore masks.

I shot one of them.

His body might still be there
at the inn.

All right, saddle up. We're leaving.

This morning, you try and kill them,
and now you're best friends?

Athos's life is at stake.

He's to be executed in the morning
for crimes he didn't commit.

Forgive the intrusion, Monsieur.

He's no Musketeer.

Look at his clothes.
There's two bullet holes. So?

I only fired once.

This is the shot that killed him.

And this hole...

..doesn't match any wound.

It means he wasn't wearing
the uniform when it was fired.

But someone else was. Cornet.

Make your last confession
with an open heart, my son,

and God will forgive you your sins.

There was a woman.

She died by my hand.

You murdered her?

I loved her.

Find some poor soul
who deserves forgiveness, Father.

Don't waste your time with me.

You chose well.

Athos is held in the highest regard
by his fellow Musketeers.

His disgrace and execution

will strike a deadly blow
to their morale.

But why him?

I have my reasons.

I don't like secrets.
You asked me to help you

discredit the Musketeers.
I have done so.

And you've been well paid for it.

There are others who will pay.

But my loyalty is to you.

Let that be enough.

Our plan did not include the murder
of the Spanish traitor, Mendoza.

He was still useful to me.

He was a bad lover
and a terrible bore.

Mendoza betrayed his country
for a handful of gold

and a place in my bed.

In due course, he would have
betrayed you as well.

He knew too much.

You hired me to do a job.

Mendoza's precious cargo,
with the King's own seal.

Why do these letters
mean so much to you?

The King has begun to believe
he can rule without me.

The loss of these letters
will remind him otherwise.

One more thing.

Find out who owns this pistol.

Return it to me
when you have his name.

You will be well rewarded.

Did you enjoy killing Mendoza?

Did it give you pleasure?

If I was planning an ambush,
I'd do it here.

Plenty of cover, good sightlines.

Cornet wouldn't have suspected
a thing.

Cornet.

They shot them like animals and then
stripped them of their uniforms!

D'Artagnan, the men who did this
killed your father as well.

If you want justice, help us
find them and clear Athos's name.

Was Cornet carrying Spanish gold?

You could go a year in Paris without
seeing a new Spanish doubloon...

and that makes two in a week.

Where did you get that? I won it,

in a card game, with a Red Guard.

There have been numerous
incidents and provocations.

War with Spain is inevitable.

It is not the time for war.
On the contrary,

Spain must not be allowed
to dominate Europe.

That is France's destiny.

The Queen is Spanish.
I am aware of that.

I never knew a woman
with so many opinions.

I wrote some letters to my
brother-in-law, the King of Spain.

Letters that touched upon
our foreign policy.

What did these letters say?

They discussed
the terms of a peace treaty.

France must resist
Spanish aggression.

I have made our position very clear.

The thing is,
the letters have gone missing.

If they were to fall into
the hands of our enemies...

..it might prove embarrassing.

Perhaps "fatal" would be
a better word, Sire.

Such letters would show France
to be weak...and divided.

What other conclusion
is possible, if the King

allows his First Minister to pursue

one policy in public,

while advocating another
in private?!

It's clear...

..I must withdraw from
public life immediately.

I will give you
whatever you want, Armand,

just get me out of this mess.

I should never have done anything
without your counsel!

How were these letters conveyed?

Treville arranged it.

And then his Musketeers
made a mess of everything.

Just tell me what to do,
and I'll do it.

I will disband their whole regiment

if that's what it takes
to make you happy.

Well...

..in due course, possibly.

Only please, don't leave me alone.

I hate it when that happens.

I love the crowd in here -
very chatty(!)

I don't want any trouble.

Anyone'd think you didn't like me.

I'm looking for Dujon.

Red Guard.

I haven't seen him.

I was told he was here.

Well, you was told wrong.

Huh?

Time to pay the reckoning
for Cornet.

And I bet he's going to say, "I have
no idea what you're talking about."

And then we'll have to hurt him.

At which point, he'll suddenly
remember he killed him. Uh...

Why wait?

Let's just hurt him now.

It could go like that. Or we can
just skip to the confession part.

It would save us time, and you pain.

A lot of pain.

I was just following orders.

He was just following orders.
We'd better let him go, then.

I... I can't tell you!
They'll kill me!

No need for that. We're not brutes.

We'll just shoot him.

What? No, listen,
you can't, please...

You know...

people say
I'm quite good with these.

Good? He's the best. He's so modest.

But...the musket
isn't the most reliable weapon.

From 100 yards, I'll probably
miss as often as I hit.

From 50, well, I rarely miss.

But from ten?

It's just a matter of, which vital
organ do I choose to hit first?

No, no, no, please,
listen, listen... Heart?

Too swift.

The liver, perhaps. Oh...

Or a stomach shot.

Death is inevitable,

but you'll bleed for hours first.

You can't. This is murder.

We won't tell, if you won't.

Bang... Oh.

Oh...

I forgot the ball!

This time...

It was Captain Gaudet.
Of the Red Guards.

He told us to do it.
He said he wanted a few men

for a special mission.
Something unofficial.

An ambush to steal
the King's letters.

But Gaudet went mad.
He killed them all.

None of us knew it would be murder.

You took this from Cornet.

His saddle bags were full of
Spanish gold.

Gaudet said we could share it
between us. I just...

Who murdered my father? Who?!

Gaudet. It was Gaudet.
He did it to blacken Athos's name.

I'm not like him. I'm not a killer.
I'm a soldier, like you.

Where is Gaudet now?

He's camped in the old ruins,
outside the city gates.

Gaudet keeps his camp
well guarded.

You'll never surprise him.
Shut up!

The bridge is the only way
in and out.

There's too many of them
for a frontal assault.

I could take a couple of them
out from here.

No, by the time you've reloaded,
the rest will be long gone.

Now, if we're going to capture
Gaudet alive

and get back those uniforms,

it'll have to be by stealth.

We need a distraction,
something they'd never expect.

I know something that might work.

What do you want?

50 sous and I'll take you to heaven.

Are you one of those religious
nutcases? It was a metaphor.

Never mind.

You...can do whatever you like.

I'm all yours.

Clear enough?

Yeah... Five sous?

Five?!

All right, ten. But that's it.

Fine!

Oh...

Oi, my turn next!

Excuse me.

Ten sous? Shame on you.

- I'm in your debt.
- I'm doing this for Athos.

Stop looking at me like that.

Stay over there
and you'll be safe, OK?

If you're in any danger, use this.

There he is.

That's Gaudet over there.

He thinks no-one can touch him.

Wait for my signal.

Surprise is everything.

Gaudet!

Surprise would have been everything!

What's your problem, boy?!

You will pay for murdering my father.

D'Artagnan!

We need him alive!

Death in combat
is too honourable for you.

I'd rather see you hang.

D'Artagnan!

The stolen uniforms.

They're all here.

With Dujon's confession,
that's all the proof we need.

- I killed him.
- You saved my life.

Take me home.

My husband will be back soon.

Take aim!

Come on, shoot, damn you!

Hold your fire!

If I were you, I wouldn't
be in such a hurry to die.

Your release. Signed by the King.

Get these chains off him.

I thought I'd finally
shaken you two off.

Believe me, there are easier ways.

Where are we going? Is it a surprise?

I would imagine so.

What's this?

Your surprise, my love.

My God!

You're going to kill me!

You're a traitor and a spy.

I can't trust you.

Have you no mercy?!

Mercy belongs to God.

You pious hypocrite!
You'll burn in hell!

I have work to do here first.

I love Aramis!

And I love him with my last breath!

I love Aramis!

I love Aramis. I love Aramis.

You come to Paris to kill
Athos and end up saving his life.

After a few drinks, I'm sure
he'll appreciate the irony.

What's wrong
with him, anyway?

Oh, woman trouble.

There was someone special once.
She died.

That's all he ever said.

I'd better stay behind.

He'll need someone
to carry him home.

Do you need somewhere to stay?
No, I have a place.

In the arms of Madame Bonacieux?
She's a married woman.

You really are from Gascony,
aren't you?

I'm grateful for your loyalty,
Dujon.

A drink to your freedom.

The formalities are being
arranged, as we speak.

And to think...if I told them it was
you who gave Gaudet his orders,

Everything I do,
I do for the good of France.

And I am your man.

Long live the King! The King.

I have an appointment with
Mademoiselle Bessette.

She's gone to the Cardinal's
estate in the country.

She won't be returning for some time.

She wanted you to have this.

Adele?

Adele! Adele!

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned...

..often.

I lay with many men.

I killed some of them.

In the world's eyes, I've done
terrible, unforgivable things.

But I once loved a man...

..and he loved me.

Why did God abandon me?

Why didn't he answer my prayers?
Can you tell me that?

You are a child of the devil.
You are an abomination!

I know what I am!

You don't understand.
I'm not looking for absolution!

I want revenge!