The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 9 - Knight Takes Queen - full transcript
Frustrated by his wife's infertility Louis makes a foolish statement, suggesting it were best if she were dead. As a result Richelieu sends Irish gunman Gallagher and his gang to kill her while she is travelling with the musketeers. Sending their friends back for reinforcements Aramis and Athos take her to a convent for sanctuary, where Aramis is surprised to see his former love, Helene is one of the nuns though she and the Mother Superior prove themselves very capable in the subsequent siege. However it is with the queen that Aramis grows intimate, to Athos's horror. The siege is lifted, the queen saved and the king contrite whilst Richelieu manages to frame somebody else for the assassination attempt.
Ha-hah!
Last time... Mind the uniform.
It doesn't look right on you.
Too shiny, too new.
It's like your mum's dressed you.
Exactly. Aramis, what do you think?
I think we've landed in paradise.
Listen to that. What?
Ugh! Oh! No, no, no, no, no,
no, no!
That looks better. Much better.
Who knows, one day,
he might even land a hit.
Never going to happen!
Are all the Frenchmen
as witty as you, Your Majesty?
Certainly not.
I pray your daughter
will accompany us to the country.
Mmm. She can enjoy the gardens
while we hunt.
Or I could hunt with you.
Charlotte is quite the shot.
In Hamburg, ladies shoot?
Ah, you are such a tease,
Your Majesty!
What if I am?
Your daughter's an enchanting
young lady, Count Mellendorf.
I am proud to say her two sisters
have made excellent matches.
Blessed me with nine
grandchildren, seven boys.
I'm sure you're determined that
Charlotte will marry equally as well.
She does bring
a very substantial dowry.
Well, that's settled, then.
We're all going hunting.
Prepare the hounds, falcons
and the full musketeer escort.
You can hold the fort in our
absence, can't you, Cardinal?
Certainly, Your Majesty.
I'm sorry I can't
accompany you, sire,
but my men know
what is expected of them.
Oh, you will be missed, Captain.
We will show our guests
how the French hunt.
With style and panache,
and a cold eye for the kill.
Cardinal?
If only Anne were
more like Charlotte Mellendorf.
More engaged and interesting.
More interested in outdoor pursuits.
What is rare is wonderful.
You're not married to a woman
who recoils from your touch.
The Queen has many
remarkable qualities.
But bearing children
isn't one of them.
She is young. There is still time.
Dispatches from Bourbon-les-eaux
say she's in fine spirits.
The waters there are renowned
for their powers of fertility.
Anne has been going there
for years, and still, nothing.
If only I'd married a woman who can
give me what I truly need most,
a son and heir! If
Charlotte Mellendorf was my Queen,
I would fill this palace
with children!
I suspect those are the opinions
of the wine and not the King.
Her father's bank
could finance all our wars.
She would make the perfect wife.
Except, Your Majesty
is already married.
Better if Anne were dead. Better
for me, better for the country.
All our problems would be solved.
I would have a wife
who truly understands me,
and France would have an heir.
A hopeless dream, Cardinal.
Monsieur Gallagher?
How many are they?
Five.
Maybe more. Too many to count.
They're in the barn.
Gallagher.
I have a job for you.
Something more...
befitting of your talents.
And who will I be working for?
Me, of course.
And the most powerful man in Paris.
Leave the birds alone.
I hate these birds and their...
Agh!
I thought this was paradise.
That was two days ago.
Now... I'm bored. I miss Paris,
the excitement, the noise.
The danger.
Aramis!
That wasn't me.
Your Majesty!
Caroline?
She borrowed my robe.
Get her under cover! Your Majesty!
Stay down!
Stay with the Queen.
Get to the horses.
You and I have an assassin to catch.
Now!
Damn!
D'Artagnan, how are we doing?
Go! Right.
One man on his own.
Shouldn't be a problem.
On the other hand...
Shoot them!
We'll leave through the forest,
lose them in the trees!
You should have killed
at least one of them.
Yaah! Go! Yaah, yaah!
Yaah!
Yaah! Yaah! Come on! Yaah!
Cardinal?
Choosing a son-in-law is
a father's greatest responsibility.
Charlotte's husband
will be a fortunate man.
Perhaps even a fortunate Frenchman.
If you are asking if I am
disposed to a French alliance,
yes... with the right suitor.
But I value my darling
Charlotte highly, Cardinal.
Very highly indeed.
I'm certain we can find
someone worthy of her.
Charlotte... You and your father
will ride with me.
Hyaah!
Hyup! Yaah! Hyup!
Hyup! Yes, come on!
It's all right. Hyah! Hyah!
Keep going.
They're still following us?
Yes, and they're not tiring.
Determined.
What if we can't lose them? We will.
What if we don't?
We've been in much worse situations
than this and always prevailed.
You've nothing to fear.
This is a relatively quiet day
for us!
Time to go.
Look.
You two ride to Paris
and get reinforcements.
We'll hold up in there till
you return. What, just you two?
Alone? Thank you for
the vote of confidence!
We won't be back before tomorrow
at the earliest.
There's at least a dozen of them.
In that case, you'd better hurry.
Good luck. Hyaah, hyaah, hyaah!
Hup!
These gates are never closed!
This is an emergency.
Everyone is welcome here
at any time of night or day.
We are King's musketeers.
I answer to a higher power.
This is your Queen.
It is your duty to protect her.
Close the gate, sister!
Hyaah! Hyaah!
Come on! Hup! Yaah!
Hyaah! Hyaah!
Athos!
You are welcome, Your Majesty.
Our humble convent
is your sanctuary.
Do we talk or shoot?
If you've come to surrender,
I accept.
I heard a sense of humour can be
of comfort when facing death.
Then what do you want?
To offer you your freedom.
Hand over the Queen,
I'll let everyone else live.
Or you could leave now
and I won't kill you.
He had a chance to kill you
and he wasted it.
If that's how I deal with my own
men, imagine what I'll do with you.
In case you think there's anyone
coming for you, there isn't.
My men will see to it
your two friends
don't make it to Paris.
Why are you doing this?
It's what I'm good at.
This is not how a soldier behaves.
A white flag. Officer's boots.
Your men holding line.
Whatever I once was...
..I'm not a soldier now.
You may not have the uniform,
but once a soldier...
And soldiers don't kill women.
Just the one.
You've made an error in judgment.
I understand.
You can ride away
and still have your honour.
I've given my word.
I cannot break it.
Without that, I have nothing.
You'd have your life.
Stay here and I will kill you.
One of us will die.
That's certain.
The nuns are free to leave
without fear of harm,
but anyone who chooses to remain
in the convent... will be killed.
Aaah!
Ain't this better than
trying to escape?
Ask me again in two minutes,
if I'm still alive.
Hyah! Hyah! Hup!
Argh!
Come on!
Agh!
Porthos!
What's that?
Nothing I've seen before.
A promissory note, to be cashed at
a moneylender's
in the Rue de Bonnasse...
in Paris.
I urge you to leave now.
You will not be harmed.
We could take the Queen with us,
disguised as a sister.
If she's recognised outside,
we can't protect her.
The Queen stays with us.
Anyone who wishes to leave
may go now, with my blessing.
It seems we are all at your service.
Your loyalty will not be forgotten.
We need to barricade the gate...
You can use tables
from the refectory.
..and establish two lookout points,
each with a clear sight
of anyone approaching.
My bedroom and the sacristy
are best.
You don't happen to have
any weapons here?
One musket and some charges.
For shooting rabbits...
and Protestants.
There is something else
we could use.
I can show Aramis.
Come, dear.
Let me help you.
You sell this?
Saving souls isn't cheap.
My father had a still
just like this.
He made grape and honey brandy
all the time.
May I? Mm-hm.
It's exactly like my father's.
Probably because I use his recipe.
You still don't recognise me,
do you, Aramis?
Isabelle?
Isabelle is gone.
Now I am Sister Helene.
I thought you could light the bottles
with cloth and throw them.
It'll be gruesome, but effective.
What are you doing here?
I'm a nun. This is a convent.
You know what I mean.
Aramis, Athos needs you.
You should go.
Thank you.
You stay in here.
I'll take the other room.
Do say if you're not happy.
No, no. I'm happy, or as happy as
any man in our predicament can be.
If it's any consolation,
Mother Superior is next door,
praying for our immortal souls.
Right now, it's my mortal body
I'm worried about.
Captain!
Where is everybody?
The regiment's gone off hunting
with the King.
What? No-one else here but me,
one-eyed Florian,
and Jacques the stable boy.
Where are the others?
Where is the Queen?
It is done.
Don't tell me you have qualms,
because in your line of work,
conscience is no asset.
An ordinary death does not concern
me, but this is no ordinary death.
I am aware of that.
There's been an attempt on
the Queen's life.
She's safe,
at least for the time being.
Here. Thank you.
That nun, the one you were with
downstairs...
I'm sorry, my arrival was
a disturbance.
You did not disturb anything.
I may be cosseted,
but I'm not a fool.
I knew her... once.
We were to marry.
And you changed your mind?
She fell pregnant
and the marriage was arranged.
I was happy.
I was in love, and so was she.
But then she lost the child
and her father...
took her away and put her in here.
I never saw her again,
not until today.
I think they're about to...
..attack. Come with me to the chapel.
Agh!
I've sent word to inform the King
of the situation.
I'll have my musketeers
return her to Paris immediately.
But that'd take about six,
maybe seven hours.
Can your men hold the convent
long enough for rescue to arrive?
As long as Athos and Aramis draw
breath, they will do their duty.
I'm sure. These assassins,
do we know anything about them?
Mercenaries. This promissory note
was found on one of them.
Whoever hired them is in Paris.
May I see that?
When you find the person
behind this,
I will ensure that
their punishment is exemplary.
You assured me...
Gallagher could do this.
Instead, I find...
the Queen is still alive.
He will finish what he has begun.
And will he also steal back
the promissory note
he so carelessly mislaid? Well?!
I will see to it.
I hope so,
because if this goes wrong...
..you...
will pay a very great price.
My parents always hoped
I'd end up in a place like this.
They wanted you to become a nun?
Ha-ha! A priest.
Why didn't you?
Cos I found I was better at
dispatching people to hell!
Hail, Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit...
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of our death.
Mother of God!
Helene! Come with me!
Uh! Argh!
Hello?
Not like a moneylender
to leave his rooms unattended.
Perhaps he's the trusting type.
Too trusting, apparently.
We need to find some record of
the promissory note.
Can either of you smell jasmine?
Look for his accounts ledger.
I've found it.
D'Artagnan! Porthos!
D'Artagnan!
This is his ledger.
The entry for the note says
it was purchased in gold by the
German Count Daniel Mellendorf.
Mellendorf and his daughter
are hunting with the King.
The beneficiary of the note didn't
sign his name, but he left a mark.
We've seen that before.
Tattooed on the hand of
one of the assassins.
It's the mark of Hugh O'Neill,
a Catholic chieftain
who was exiled from Ireland,
had his land taken.
Men bearing this brand
were O'Neill's private guard.
Soldiers?
Much more than just soldiers.
More like musketeers.
We need to get back to the convent
as soon as possible.
What is it?
Someone was there.
I smelled her scent.
Her? It was a woman.
I'm sure of it.
I didn't see anyone.
She was there.
We don't have time to search for her
now. The Queen's life's at stake!
According to that, the mercenaries
were hired by Count Mellendorf.
Makes no sense.
Mellendorf is here seeking
a husband for his daughter.
If the Queen were out of the way,
the King would be free
to marry again.
Murdering the Queen?
Isn't that a bit extreme?
He's a very ambitious man.
The moneylender's assassin
was a woman.
A woman?
Send the regiment after us...
the moment they return. Of course.
You were seen.
Yet again, you were careless!
They said a woman.
Paris is full of women.
The promissory note is dealt with.
They believe
Mellendorf is behind all of this.
It cannot be traced back to you.
Mellendorf's rooms are in
the east wing in the hunting lodge.
I believe this belongs to him.
It's very quiet.
Perhaps prayer has driven them away.
More likely, they're devising
a new plan of attack.
One that won't cost them
so many men.
These will help keep them at bay.
For months...
I never forgot you.
What we had together.
What did we have?
A life, waiting to be lived.
That isn't how I recall it.
I remember a young man
being forced to marry a girl
he'd seduced and made pregnant.
Not true. No doubt,
a little part of him
was relieved
when the baby was gone
and he didn't have to marry.
You were never
meant for marriage, Aramis.
That was clear even then.
You wouldn't have been happy.
With you, I would.
You and I,
somewhere in the country,
children at our feet,
without the excitement
and adventure you crave?
I cannot see it. Can you?
Yes.
No, you can't.
Your father robbed us of
a life together
when he stole you away.
I begged him to tell me
where you were, but he refused.
Because I asked him not to.
He didn't put me here.
It was my choice.
Why? It was the right thing to do.
Look at us now.
We've both found our true vocation.
Mine to God, and yours to the sword.
We would have made each other
miserable.
Believe me...
I acted out of kindness.
Someone's coming.
Where are the Musketeers?
Speak, or you will never utter
another word!
Isabelle!
Agh! Urgh!
Aramis! Isabelle!
Isabelle! Isabelle!
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
We will see each other again
in Heaven. Of that, I am certain.
But not too soon, I hope. No. No. No.
Isabelle...
Isabelle.
Oh, no.
Just two of them?
Yes.
We'd better block that up.
We'll take her to the small chapel.
Come, sisters.
You really think this will work?
All they'll see is the uniform,
not who's wearing it.
Don't know what they'll do
to the enemy.
They frighten the life out of me!
With respect, sir, are you sure
you can ride with that shoulder?
Are you going to stop me?
Not needed. I'm bringing
Cleopatra out of retirement.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Been responsible for more deaths
than her namesake.
Looks just as ancient. Better
take this, huh? Just in case.
What are they building?
Battering ram, perhaps, or a ladder.
A few years after I married,
I too fell pregnant.
It was perfect.
I could feel my child inside me...
..moving and kicking.
I had his whole life planned out,
what he would do and...
..be like.
And then... I lost the baby.
Six years, and I've never forgotten
that child, not for a single day.
I am certain that
Sister Helene never forgot you...
..or your baby.
All these years, I believed Isabelle
was the only woman
who could make me happy.
But she was right. It was a lie.
You're grieving.
She knew me better than
I know myself.
She was right to stay away from me.
No, Aramis.
You are brave and honourable...
..and kind.
Any woman would be fortunate
to be loved by you.
Come on!
Ha! Ha!
I still can't see what
they're building.
They could be tunnelling.
About what you saw...
I didn't see anything, because
I've been in here all morning,
so I couldn't possibly have
seen a thing, you understand?
These walls are too thick.
The garrison would be here by then.
I cannot believe
you slept with the Queen!
I thought you didn't see anything.
They'll hang you. And then they'll
hang me for letting it happen.
More chance we'll be killed here
and take it with us to the grave.
That's a comfort!
So, you're good? Yeah.
I should get back.
Shout if you need me.
Why would I need you?
Your Majesty should probably
wait with the nuns.
I want to stay here, help you.
Your Majesty, I don't think...
I am the Queen and this is
my decision.
Besides, surely I'm safer with you
than in the care of unarmed nuns.
Whenever I hear the sound of
hammering,
I always think of
St Joseph the carpenter.
I doubt they're building anything
a saint would approve of.
This is my convent,
and I'm going to defend it.
So if there's anything more
I can do to help, anything...
Can you load a pistol?
Blessed be the Lord my God,
who teacheth my hands to fight...
..and my fingers to battle.
Psalms 144.
You load, I'll fire.
Simplicity, the essence of
any good plan.
They WERE tunnelling.
Aramis! They're getting in below us!
We have to get the Queen
somewhere we can defend her.
There's a storeroom in the cellar,
only one way in.
Perfect. Quickly!
Wait.
You take the Queen. Which way?
That way. Go. Go, go, go.
I'll take care of this.
What news of the Queen?
The last we heard, she was
still under attack, sire.
Who would do this,
dare to attack my Queen?!
A promissory note was found
on one of the assassins.
Signed for by Count Mellendorf.
Search his luggage!
Why... Why would I want to
kill the Queen?!
A note promising the leader of
the assassins, Charles Gallagher,
safe passage to Germany,
on proof of the death of Queen Anne.
Father?
This is not mine!
It's... I did not write this!
I have never seen this before!
Agh! Your Majesty!
Your Majesty...
Throw them in the Bastille.
Don't worry, my love.
All will be fine.
The Musketeers will protect Anne.
They will not allow
any harm to come to her!
What would I do without her?
I'm out.
How many shots do we have left?
There's at least
four of them still out there.
They've stopped shooting.
Did I mention this has to count?
Thanks for the reminder.
Did you get him? Athos, please.
Our last shot.
If I ever complain about
an assignment not being
exciting enough...
I'll punch you so hard,
you'll beg me to kick you.
I was going to say,
"Remind me of this moment,"
but that works too.
Musketeers!
Argh!
Go. Go. Go, go!
Argh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait! No! Get back, get back!
Thank you.
Athos! Aramis! In here.
Everyone alive? Why wouldn't we be?
Your Majesty... Thank God.
Where's Athos?
Tell me who hired you and I'll
spare you the hangman's noose.
What kind of soldier would I be
if I broke a confidence like that?
One who's not ready to die yet.
Don't.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,
and let perpetual light
shine upon him.
It seems Count Mellendorf
hired them to kill the Queen,
so his daughter could marry
the King.
You have evidence of this?
His name is on the ledger.
And he was openly seeking
a husband for his daughter.
This Gallagher is exiled from
his country for being Catholic,
his land stolen and given
to followers of a rival faith.
You'd think after that,
he'd have a healthy dislike of
all things Protestant.
I know I would. Mmm.
Instead, he agrees to kill
our Catholic Queen
to allow a German Protestant
to take her place on the throne.
It doesn't feel right.
He's a mercenary.
One with principles... of a kind.
Before he passed away,
Monsieur Gallagher said
there was money in his saddlebags
to pay for the repair of
the convent.
That's all there is. Nothing else?
Aramis is right,
this isn't the work of Mellendorf.
It's something much bigger.
That flower is the signature of
a woman who works for the Cardinal.
Please! Please!
I have done nothing wrong!
Nothing at all.
This is all
some terrible misunderstanding.
The evidence says otherwise.
Forgeries.
I don't know any Gallagher.
When the Queen is attacked
and almost killed,
someone must answer for it.
Can't you help me?
Talk to the King!
It would do no good.
But perhaps... I could save
your daughter from the rope.
Your Majesty.
I thought you were dead,
and I could not countenance
such a thing.
It's good to be home.
We should confront him now.
Not here, and not until
we are certain.
This woman you suspect, who is she?
She's the most dangerous person
I've ever known.
She won't be easy to find.
Your Majesty's safe return
is a cause of great rejoicing,
and I have excellent news.
The man behind the attack on
your life
is in custody, pending execution.
Count Mellendorf
signed a confession,
accepting full responsibility
for the attack.
Mellendorf... Who'd have thought it?
Well done, Cardinal.
That's it?
We know he's behind this
and we let him stand there,
the hero of the hour?
This isn't over yet.
Your Eminence, may I congratulate
you on capturing the culprit?
I don't believe Mellendorf
acted alone.
The assassins were hired by a woman,
perhaps the woman
who killed the moneylender.
Be assured, I will not rest until
she's brought to justice.
Excellent. Forgive me,
I'm late for Mass.
Her, and whoever she works for.
Last time... Mind the uniform.
It doesn't look right on you.
Too shiny, too new.
It's like your mum's dressed you.
Exactly. Aramis, what do you think?
I think we've landed in paradise.
Listen to that. What?
Ugh! Oh! No, no, no, no, no,
no, no!
That looks better. Much better.
Who knows, one day,
he might even land a hit.
Never going to happen!
Are all the Frenchmen
as witty as you, Your Majesty?
Certainly not.
I pray your daughter
will accompany us to the country.
Mmm. She can enjoy the gardens
while we hunt.
Or I could hunt with you.
Charlotte is quite the shot.
In Hamburg, ladies shoot?
Ah, you are such a tease,
Your Majesty!
What if I am?
Your daughter's an enchanting
young lady, Count Mellendorf.
I am proud to say her two sisters
have made excellent matches.
Blessed me with nine
grandchildren, seven boys.
I'm sure you're determined that
Charlotte will marry equally as well.
She does bring
a very substantial dowry.
Well, that's settled, then.
We're all going hunting.
Prepare the hounds, falcons
and the full musketeer escort.
You can hold the fort in our
absence, can't you, Cardinal?
Certainly, Your Majesty.
I'm sorry I can't
accompany you, sire,
but my men know
what is expected of them.
Oh, you will be missed, Captain.
We will show our guests
how the French hunt.
With style and panache,
and a cold eye for the kill.
Cardinal?
If only Anne were
more like Charlotte Mellendorf.
More engaged and interesting.
More interested in outdoor pursuits.
What is rare is wonderful.
You're not married to a woman
who recoils from your touch.
The Queen has many
remarkable qualities.
But bearing children
isn't one of them.
She is young. There is still time.
Dispatches from Bourbon-les-eaux
say she's in fine spirits.
The waters there are renowned
for their powers of fertility.
Anne has been going there
for years, and still, nothing.
If only I'd married a woman who can
give me what I truly need most,
a son and heir! If
Charlotte Mellendorf was my Queen,
I would fill this palace
with children!
I suspect those are the opinions
of the wine and not the King.
Her father's bank
could finance all our wars.
She would make the perfect wife.
Except, Your Majesty
is already married.
Better if Anne were dead. Better
for me, better for the country.
All our problems would be solved.
I would have a wife
who truly understands me,
and France would have an heir.
A hopeless dream, Cardinal.
Monsieur Gallagher?
How many are they?
Five.
Maybe more. Too many to count.
They're in the barn.
Gallagher.
I have a job for you.
Something more...
befitting of your talents.
And who will I be working for?
Me, of course.
And the most powerful man in Paris.
Leave the birds alone.
I hate these birds and their...
Agh!
I thought this was paradise.
That was two days ago.
Now... I'm bored. I miss Paris,
the excitement, the noise.
The danger.
Aramis!
That wasn't me.
Your Majesty!
Caroline?
She borrowed my robe.
Get her under cover! Your Majesty!
Stay down!
Stay with the Queen.
Get to the horses.
You and I have an assassin to catch.
Now!
Damn!
D'Artagnan, how are we doing?
Go! Right.
One man on his own.
Shouldn't be a problem.
On the other hand...
Shoot them!
We'll leave through the forest,
lose them in the trees!
You should have killed
at least one of them.
Yaah! Go! Yaah, yaah!
Yaah!
Yaah! Yaah! Come on! Yaah!
Cardinal?
Choosing a son-in-law is
a father's greatest responsibility.
Charlotte's husband
will be a fortunate man.
Perhaps even a fortunate Frenchman.
If you are asking if I am
disposed to a French alliance,
yes... with the right suitor.
But I value my darling
Charlotte highly, Cardinal.
Very highly indeed.
I'm certain we can find
someone worthy of her.
Charlotte... You and your father
will ride with me.
Hyaah!
Hyup! Yaah! Hyup!
Hyup! Yes, come on!
It's all right. Hyah! Hyah!
Keep going.
They're still following us?
Yes, and they're not tiring.
Determined.
What if we can't lose them? We will.
What if we don't?
We've been in much worse situations
than this and always prevailed.
You've nothing to fear.
This is a relatively quiet day
for us!
Time to go.
Look.
You two ride to Paris
and get reinforcements.
We'll hold up in there till
you return. What, just you two?
Alone? Thank you for
the vote of confidence!
We won't be back before tomorrow
at the earliest.
There's at least a dozen of them.
In that case, you'd better hurry.
Good luck. Hyaah, hyaah, hyaah!
Hup!
These gates are never closed!
This is an emergency.
Everyone is welcome here
at any time of night or day.
We are King's musketeers.
I answer to a higher power.
This is your Queen.
It is your duty to protect her.
Close the gate, sister!
Hyaah! Hyaah!
Come on! Hup! Yaah!
Hyaah! Hyaah!
Athos!
You are welcome, Your Majesty.
Our humble convent
is your sanctuary.
Do we talk or shoot?
If you've come to surrender,
I accept.
I heard a sense of humour can be
of comfort when facing death.
Then what do you want?
To offer you your freedom.
Hand over the Queen,
I'll let everyone else live.
Or you could leave now
and I won't kill you.
He had a chance to kill you
and he wasted it.
If that's how I deal with my own
men, imagine what I'll do with you.
In case you think there's anyone
coming for you, there isn't.
My men will see to it
your two friends
don't make it to Paris.
Why are you doing this?
It's what I'm good at.
This is not how a soldier behaves.
A white flag. Officer's boots.
Your men holding line.
Whatever I once was...
..I'm not a soldier now.
You may not have the uniform,
but once a soldier...
And soldiers don't kill women.
Just the one.
You've made an error in judgment.
I understand.
You can ride away
and still have your honour.
I've given my word.
I cannot break it.
Without that, I have nothing.
You'd have your life.
Stay here and I will kill you.
One of us will die.
That's certain.
The nuns are free to leave
without fear of harm,
but anyone who chooses to remain
in the convent... will be killed.
Aaah!
Ain't this better than
trying to escape?
Ask me again in two minutes,
if I'm still alive.
Hyah! Hyah! Hup!
Argh!
Come on!
Agh!
Porthos!
What's that?
Nothing I've seen before.
A promissory note, to be cashed at
a moneylender's
in the Rue de Bonnasse...
in Paris.
I urge you to leave now.
You will not be harmed.
We could take the Queen with us,
disguised as a sister.
If she's recognised outside,
we can't protect her.
The Queen stays with us.
Anyone who wishes to leave
may go now, with my blessing.
It seems we are all at your service.
Your loyalty will not be forgotten.
We need to barricade the gate...
You can use tables
from the refectory.
..and establish two lookout points,
each with a clear sight
of anyone approaching.
My bedroom and the sacristy
are best.
You don't happen to have
any weapons here?
One musket and some charges.
For shooting rabbits...
and Protestants.
There is something else
we could use.
I can show Aramis.
Come, dear.
Let me help you.
You sell this?
Saving souls isn't cheap.
My father had a still
just like this.
He made grape and honey brandy
all the time.
May I? Mm-hm.
It's exactly like my father's.
Probably because I use his recipe.
You still don't recognise me,
do you, Aramis?
Isabelle?
Isabelle is gone.
Now I am Sister Helene.
I thought you could light the bottles
with cloth and throw them.
It'll be gruesome, but effective.
What are you doing here?
I'm a nun. This is a convent.
You know what I mean.
Aramis, Athos needs you.
You should go.
Thank you.
You stay in here.
I'll take the other room.
Do say if you're not happy.
No, no. I'm happy, or as happy as
any man in our predicament can be.
If it's any consolation,
Mother Superior is next door,
praying for our immortal souls.
Right now, it's my mortal body
I'm worried about.
Captain!
Where is everybody?
The regiment's gone off hunting
with the King.
What? No-one else here but me,
one-eyed Florian,
and Jacques the stable boy.
Where are the others?
Where is the Queen?
It is done.
Don't tell me you have qualms,
because in your line of work,
conscience is no asset.
An ordinary death does not concern
me, but this is no ordinary death.
I am aware of that.
There's been an attempt on
the Queen's life.
She's safe,
at least for the time being.
Here. Thank you.
That nun, the one you were with
downstairs...
I'm sorry, my arrival was
a disturbance.
You did not disturb anything.
I may be cosseted,
but I'm not a fool.
I knew her... once.
We were to marry.
And you changed your mind?
She fell pregnant
and the marriage was arranged.
I was happy.
I was in love, and so was she.
But then she lost the child
and her father...
took her away and put her in here.
I never saw her again,
not until today.
I think they're about to...
..attack. Come with me to the chapel.
Agh!
I've sent word to inform the King
of the situation.
I'll have my musketeers
return her to Paris immediately.
But that'd take about six,
maybe seven hours.
Can your men hold the convent
long enough for rescue to arrive?
As long as Athos and Aramis draw
breath, they will do their duty.
I'm sure. These assassins,
do we know anything about them?
Mercenaries. This promissory note
was found on one of them.
Whoever hired them is in Paris.
May I see that?
When you find the person
behind this,
I will ensure that
their punishment is exemplary.
You assured me...
Gallagher could do this.
Instead, I find...
the Queen is still alive.
He will finish what he has begun.
And will he also steal back
the promissory note
he so carelessly mislaid? Well?!
I will see to it.
I hope so,
because if this goes wrong...
..you...
will pay a very great price.
My parents always hoped
I'd end up in a place like this.
They wanted you to become a nun?
Ha-ha! A priest.
Why didn't you?
Cos I found I was better at
dispatching people to hell!
Hail, Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit...
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of our death.
Mother of God!
Helene! Come with me!
Uh! Argh!
Hello?
Not like a moneylender
to leave his rooms unattended.
Perhaps he's the trusting type.
Too trusting, apparently.
We need to find some record of
the promissory note.
Can either of you smell jasmine?
Look for his accounts ledger.
I've found it.
D'Artagnan! Porthos!
D'Artagnan!
This is his ledger.
The entry for the note says
it was purchased in gold by the
German Count Daniel Mellendorf.
Mellendorf and his daughter
are hunting with the King.
The beneficiary of the note didn't
sign his name, but he left a mark.
We've seen that before.
Tattooed on the hand of
one of the assassins.
It's the mark of Hugh O'Neill,
a Catholic chieftain
who was exiled from Ireland,
had his land taken.
Men bearing this brand
were O'Neill's private guard.
Soldiers?
Much more than just soldiers.
More like musketeers.
We need to get back to the convent
as soon as possible.
What is it?
Someone was there.
I smelled her scent.
Her? It was a woman.
I'm sure of it.
I didn't see anyone.
She was there.
We don't have time to search for her
now. The Queen's life's at stake!
According to that, the mercenaries
were hired by Count Mellendorf.
Makes no sense.
Mellendorf is here seeking
a husband for his daughter.
If the Queen were out of the way,
the King would be free
to marry again.
Murdering the Queen?
Isn't that a bit extreme?
He's a very ambitious man.
The moneylender's assassin
was a woman.
A woman?
Send the regiment after us...
the moment they return. Of course.
You were seen.
Yet again, you were careless!
They said a woman.
Paris is full of women.
The promissory note is dealt with.
They believe
Mellendorf is behind all of this.
It cannot be traced back to you.
Mellendorf's rooms are in
the east wing in the hunting lodge.
I believe this belongs to him.
It's very quiet.
Perhaps prayer has driven them away.
More likely, they're devising
a new plan of attack.
One that won't cost them
so many men.
These will help keep them at bay.
For months...
I never forgot you.
What we had together.
What did we have?
A life, waiting to be lived.
That isn't how I recall it.
I remember a young man
being forced to marry a girl
he'd seduced and made pregnant.
Not true. No doubt,
a little part of him
was relieved
when the baby was gone
and he didn't have to marry.
You were never
meant for marriage, Aramis.
That was clear even then.
You wouldn't have been happy.
With you, I would.
You and I,
somewhere in the country,
children at our feet,
without the excitement
and adventure you crave?
I cannot see it. Can you?
Yes.
No, you can't.
Your father robbed us of
a life together
when he stole you away.
I begged him to tell me
where you were, but he refused.
Because I asked him not to.
He didn't put me here.
It was my choice.
Why? It was the right thing to do.
Look at us now.
We've both found our true vocation.
Mine to God, and yours to the sword.
We would have made each other
miserable.
Believe me...
I acted out of kindness.
Someone's coming.
Where are the Musketeers?
Speak, or you will never utter
another word!
Isabelle!
Agh! Urgh!
Aramis! Isabelle!
Isabelle! Isabelle!
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
We will see each other again
in Heaven. Of that, I am certain.
But not too soon, I hope. No. No. No.
Isabelle...
Isabelle.
Oh, no.
Just two of them?
Yes.
We'd better block that up.
We'll take her to the small chapel.
Come, sisters.
You really think this will work?
All they'll see is the uniform,
not who's wearing it.
Don't know what they'll do
to the enemy.
They frighten the life out of me!
With respect, sir, are you sure
you can ride with that shoulder?
Are you going to stop me?
Not needed. I'm bringing
Cleopatra out of retirement.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Been responsible for more deaths
than her namesake.
Looks just as ancient. Better
take this, huh? Just in case.
What are they building?
Battering ram, perhaps, or a ladder.
A few years after I married,
I too fell pregnant.
It was perfect.
I could feel my child inside me...
..moving and kicking.
I had his whole life planned out,
what he would do and...
..be like.
And then... I lost the baby.
Six years, and I've never forgotten
that child, not for a single day.
I am certain that
Sister Helene never forgot you...
..or your baby.
All these years, I believed Isabelle
was the only woman
who could make me happy.
But she was right. It was a lie.
You're grieving.
She knew me better than
I know myself.
She was right to stay away from me.
No, Aramis.
You are brave and honourable...
..and kind.
Any woman would be fortunate
to be loved by you.
Come on!
Ha! Ha!
I still can't see what
they're building.
They could be tunnelling.
About what you saw...
I didn't see anything, because
I've been in here all morning,
so I couldn't possibly have
seen a thing, you understand?
These walls are too thick.
The garrison would be here by then.
I cannot believe
you slept with the Queen!
I thought you didn't see anything.
They'll hang you. And then they'll
hang me for letting it happen.
More chance we'll be killed here
and take it with us to the grave.
That's a comfort!
So, you're good? Yeah.
I should get back.
Shout if you need me.
Why would I need you?
Your Majesty should probably
wait with the nuns.
I want to stay here, help you.
Your Majesty, I don't think...
I am the Queen and this is
my decision.
Besides, surely I'm safer with you
than in the care of unarmed nuns.
Whenever I hear the sound of
hammering,
I always think of
St Joseph the carpenter.
I doubt they're building anything
a saint would approve of.
This is my convent,
and I'm going to defend it.
So if there's anything more
I can do to help, anything...
Can you load a pistol?
Blessed be the Lord my God,
who teacheth my hands to fight...
..and my fingers to battle.
Psalms 144.
You load, I'll fire.
Simplicity, the essence of
any good plan.
They WERE tunnelling.
Aramis! They're getting in below us!
We have to get the Queen
somewhere we can defend her.
There's a storeroom in the cellar,
only one way in.
Perfect. Quickly!
Wait.
You take the Queen. Which way?
That way. Go. Go, go, go.
I'll take care of this.
What news of the Queen?
The last we heard, she was
still under attack, sire.
Who would do this,
dare to attack my Queen?!
A promissory note was found
on one of the assassins.
Signed for by Count Mellendorf.
Search his luggage!
Why... Why would I want to
kill the Queen?!
A note promising the leader of
the assassins, Charles Gallagher,
safe passage to Germany,
on proof of the death of Queen Anne.
Father?
This is not mine!
It's... I did not write this!
I have never seen this before!
Agh! Your Majesty!
Your Majesty...
Throw them in the Bastille.
Don't worry, my love.
All will be fine.
The Musketeers will protect Anne.
They will not allow
any harm to come to her!
What would I do without her?
I'm out.
How many shots do we have left?
There's at least
four of them still out there.
They've stopped shooting.
Did I mention this has to count?
Thanks for the reminder.
Did you get him? Athos, please.
Our last shot.
If I ever complain about
an assignment not being
exciting enough...
I'll punch you so hard,
you'll beg me to kick you.
I was going to say,
"Remind me of this moment,"
but that works too.
Musketeers!
Argh!
Go. Go. Go, go!
Argh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait! No! Get back, get back!
Thank you.
Athos! Aramis! In here.
Everyone alive? Why wouldn't we be?
Your Majesty... Thank God.
Where's Athos?
Tell me who hired you and I'll
spare you the hangman's noose.
What kind of soldier would I be
if I broke a confidence like that?
One who's not ready to die yet.
Don't.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,
and let perpetual light
shine upon him.
It seems Count Mellendorf
hired them to kill the Queen,
so his daughter could marry
the King.
You have evidence of this?
His name is on the ledger.
And he was openly seeking
a husband for his daughter.
This Gallagher is exiled from
his country for being Catholic,
his land stolen and given
to followers of a rival faith.
You'd think after that,
he'd have a healthy dislike of
all things Protestant.
I know I would. Mmm.
Instead, he agrees to kill
our Catholic Queen
to allow a German Protestant
to take her place on the throne.
It doesn't feel right.
He's a mercenary.
One with principles... of a kind.
Before he passed away,
Monsieur Gallagher said
there was money in his saddlebags
to pay for the repair of
the convent.
That's all there is. Nothing else?
Aramis is right,
this isn't the work of Mellendorf.
It's something much bigger.
That flower is the signature of
a woman who works for the Cardinal.
Please! Please!
I have done nothing wrong!
Nothing at all.
This is all
some terrible misunderstanding.
The evidence says otherwise.
Forgeries.
I don't know any Gallagher.
When the Queen is attacked
and almost killed,
someone must answer for it.
Can't you help me?
Talk to the King!
It would do no good.
But perhaps... I could save
your daughter from the rope.
Your Majesty.
I thought you were dead,
and I could not countenance
such a thing.
It's good to be home.
We should confront him now.
Not here, and not until
we are certain.
This woman you suspect, who is she?
She's the most dangerous person
I've ever known.
She won't be easy to find.
Your Majesty's safe return
is a cause of great rejoicing,
and I have excellent news.
The man behind the attack on
your life
is in custody, pending execution.
Count Mellendorf
signed a confession,
accepting full responsibility
for the attack.
Mellendorf... Who'd have thought it?
Well done, Cardinal.
That's it?
We know he's behind this
and we let him stand there,
the hero of the hour?
This isn't over yet.
Your Eminence, may I congratulate
you on capturing the culprit?
I don't believe Mellendorf
acted alone.
The assassins were hired by a woman,
perhaps the woman
who killed the moneylender.
Be assured, I will not rest until
she's brought to justice.
Excellent. Forgive me,
I'm late for Mass.
Her, and whoever she works for.