The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 10 - Trial and Punishment - full transcript

This is cold-blooded murder.

- It is justice.
- You don't know the meaning of the word.

Time to choose, Treville.

Is your loyalty to your king,

or to your treacherous friends?

No.

I will see as much of this world
as I can before I leave it.

Musketeer!

Hold the gate!

Guards! Guards!

Get her off!



I've made my choice.

- You'll die for this.
- Not by your hand.

Come on, Athos!

Yah!

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Vargas.

Vargas!

Who are you?

Where is Rochefort?

He didn't send you the letter.

I did.

- You?
- Mmm.

I was a servant in the household
of the Spanish Ambassador Perales,

and I learnt all kinds of secrets



like the name of the Spanish spymaster

and his agent in the King's court.

- Rochefort.
- Well...

Perhaps we can come to some arrangement.

- Move!
- Come on!

After him. After him!

Yah!

We should just end this now.
One shot is all I need.

Killing Rochefort would solve nothing.

You've seen what he's capable of,
Aramis is at his mercy.

Aramis is a Musketeer.

None of us are Musketeers now.
We're outlaws.

If they find us, they'll shoot on sight.

It's not the man we have to destroy,

- it's his lies.
- You want to let him live?

The man was seconds away
from killing you.

I know.

But kill him now and the King
might not ever discover the truth.

And even with Rochefort dead,

Aramis and the Queen would still
be in mortal danger.

Everything depends upon giving
Vargas to the King.

He is the only one who can discredit
Rochefort's claims.

And if Porthos fails to capture him?

Hmm? Or he refuses to speak?
What then?

What about Aramis?

Milady is the only one
who can still get into the palace.

She has to help him.

Get some rest.

We leave to help Porthos
as soon as night falls.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.

Rochefort murdered Lemay
in front of my eyes.

He's my enemy as much as anybody's.

Very well.

When the time comes, Rochefort's mine.

I want to see my son.

We are taking care of him, Majesty.

What riches has Rochefort promised you?

What is the price for betraying
those you should have held most dear?

The disease of conspiracy
spreads quickly.

It can only be stopped at its source.

Her own husband.

Father of her child.

It is unthinkable.

I know this is painful, but...

You do not know, Rochefort!
You do not know. You cannot know.

We must face the truth however terrible.

The Queen is guilty.

I beg Your Majesty to listen to me.

I would never harm you.

I am your Queen.

Your loving wife.

You shouldn't be here.

Look into my eyes. Tell me I'm guilty.

You have been deceived by that man.

We must consider the evidence
in the proper manner.

I am falsely accused!

Perhaps we should
hear what she has to say.

There is another matter.

Something so shocking.

- I can hardly bring myself to say it.
- What is it, Rochefort? Tell me.

During my investigations
into the Queen's conduct,

I discovered the Cardinal himself
harboured suspicions about her loyalty.

He believed Her Majesty consorted
intimately with the Musketeer Aramis.

Some nine months
before the birth of Dauphin.

Naturally the Musketeer
has been arrested,

I hope to establish the truth
in due course.

No, Rochefort!

We must have the truth now.
Do you hear me?

Everything.

Everything, do you hear?

Are you going to torture me?

I'm not going to lie to you, Aramis.
Your life cannot be saved.

But there is still hope for the Queen.

In exchange
for a full confession from you,

the King will divorce Her Majesty,

disown the Dauphin
and allow both to live in exile.

You can save her, Aramis.

Just speak the truth.

He knows he can't outrun us.

He's drawn us here to make a stand.

It's not wise to stray too far
into enemy territory.

- If the French find us here...
- I cannot risk his survival.

We'll follow him to hell, if necessary.

That's it, come and get me.

You're a fine shot
for a lowly servant, monsieur.

But how long do you think
you can hold out?

If you come down, we will make it quick.
You have my word.

All right then!

Let's make it quick!

We are here to establish
the facts of the Queen's infidelity.

You are accused of seducing the Queen
at the convent in Bourbon-les-Eaux.

And of fathering her child.

Do you swear to give us the truth
of this sordid encounter?

I do.

To lie after swearing such a sacred oath

is to damn your immortal soul
for eternity. Do you understand?

I understand that God is with us now.

In this room.

We will all be judged
for what is in our hearts.

Very true.

Do you love the Queen, Aramis?

- Will you confess?
- I will.

I confess to knowing
that you are a liar,

whose promises can never be trusted.

You could never afford
to leave the Queen alive, Rochefort.

She knows you're a Spanish spy.

She knows you are a murderer.

You assaulted Her Majesty
without invitation, or provocation,

and now you intend to conceal
your lies by accusing the innocent.

It is Rochefort who's the traitor.

Rochefort, who is the enemy.
Rochefort, who should be on trial!

So you deny the charges?

I do.

A confession might have kept
some small part of your honour intact,

instead you disgrace yourself
with these outrageous lies.

Lady Marguerite, you saw the Queen
and Aramis in private together.

How would you describe their behaviour?

Look at me, not him.

They were intimate like lovers.

But you yourself
were also the Musketeer's lover?

We must hear you.

I was.

Did that affair begin
when you first came to court?

Soon after.

When I was appointed
Royal Governess to the Dauphin.

His romantic interest in you
only coincided with your appointment.

Uh, I... Yes.

When he sought your company,
were you always alone?

Alone, but for the Dauphin.

So was it you he really wanted to see?

Or was it the boy?

His first thought
was always with the child.

Why did he care for him so much?

Because the Dauphin is his son.

Aramis! Aramis! Aramis!

You have deceived the court, but worse,
you have betrayed the King,

the man you are sworn to serve,
in the foulest possible way.

No doubt you hoped to save
your lover, the Queen,

but you have only condemned her
and damned your own soul.

You are to be taken from here
to await execution

in a manner appropriate
to your heinous crimes.

The Musketeer
will be executed immediately.

There is the matter
of the Queen's future.

- No, Rochefort.
- Sire...

I have lost more than a queen today.

I have lost my son, my only son.

Leave me.

Wait, wait.

Ahhh!

Surrender, monsieur.

You bring women to fight your battles?

Perhaps I bring men to fight mine.

You are a poor interrogator.

Mere pain is nothing.

- I will never betray my country.
- You already have.

What do you mean?

Does King Philip want to see
his own sister murdered?

Rochefort intends to kill her, she may
only be hours away from her execution.

The King loves his sister.
If she dies, he'll want revenge,

and he'll come to you first.

Rochefort was never told
to harm the Queen.

He's a monster of your making.

He is no monster

but he is mine.

Give evidence against Rochefort,
and you save the Queen.

If you run, she dies. So do you.

Rochefort's capacity for suffering
is remarkable.

When I turned him,
I had great hopes for him.

Even I could not imagine
he would climb so far.

You created him.

Now you must destroy him.

The truth about your liaison
with Aramis has been established.

But I may yet be able to plead
with the King on your behalf.

I am the Queen,
sister to the King of Spain.

I do not plead for anything.

- You need a friend.
- I have many friends.

And they will come for me,
as they did for Constance.

Oh, they will not come.

There is only you and I now.

In Spain,
there was a man who led my torture.

Every day, Vargas and I would cross
new thresholds of torment together.

Do you know why it took so long
for him to break me?

You.

The mere thought of you
was a refuge for my agony.

Know this, Rochefort.

In all that time,

I did not think of you once.

Very soon your lover Aramis
will be broken upon the wheel.

That body you found so precious
will be torn limb from limb.

Still you love him.

You understand nothing about love.

- It is pain, suffering.
- 'Tis neither.

No. His arms will be shattered,

then his legs,

then his back.

He will beg for death.

There it is.

Love.

You understand how his suffering
will be nothing

compared to what you feel inside.

Now you know something
of the agony I endure

every minute of every day.

God, if you spare her

and by some miracle I'm allowed to live,

I vow to devote all my remaining days
to your grace.

I will renounce all worldly
temptations, I will.

Even my duty.

I'm not worthy of your mercy.

My soul is prepared.

God works in mysterious ways,
does he not?

The Queen?

Alive.

No thanks to you.

- And the others?
- Gone to help Porthos.

Then Rochefort's allegations
will soon be disproved.

Even those that are true?

It won't be long
before they discover my escape.

It was not an escape. It was a rescue

for which you are very welcome.

It's not a rescue yet.

- No! We don't need to kill him.
- Why not?

You shouldn't treat death so lightly.

Come here.

Good to see you, my friend.

You just won't die, will you?

All right.
There'll be time for that later.

We need to get to the King.

It's good to see you, Aramis.

Thank you for saving his life.

What will you do now?

Start a new life

in England, perhaps.

It rains a great deal in England.

And the food is...

Would it matter to you if I went?

You're free to do as you please.

I'm not free.

I'm bound to you,
as you are to me.

I've become this foul and ugly thing,

this stranger who cheats and lies
and kills without conscience.

I don't want to be
that creature any more.

I want to be

as I was once with you.

To feel hope
instead of this deadness in my heart.

The day after tomorrow,

my carriage will be leaving Paris.

I will wait at the crossroads
until sundown.

If you come,

we will go to Le Havre
and sail for England together.

If not, I leave alone.

And you will never see me again.

We have no reason in the world left
to trust each other.

But who else can we trust?

Who else knows us
like we know each other?

It's time
to take Vargas to the King.

Aramis has escaped.

The conspirators will most likely
come for the Queen next.

If she were to escape, who knows
how many would rally to her cause.

It would mean rebellion, civil strife.

What can we do?

Perhaps a more permanent solution, then.

Exile for Her Majesty.

New France.

From where this treachery can continue!

Forgive my foolishness.
Your Majesty is wise.

You are not foolish, Rochefort.
You are a dear friend.

You're the only one
who gives me the truth,

even though it's harmful
to your own cause.

Then I must, in all humility,
do so again, Majesty.

What is that?

The only certain way
of defeating our enemies.

You must sign it.

Only then can you be safe.

You must sign the Queen's death warrant.

If this
were the palace in Madrid,

you'd be dead over 100 times by now.

Save your talk for the King.

- What's your name, Musketeer?
- Porthos. Why?

Because I like to know the name
of the man I'm going to kill.

No, you had your chance.

Look, Rochefort. I cannot kill my own...

- You must do it, sire.
- I cannot.

I will be alone in the world.

Would you rather raise the son
of two traitors as your own?

- No.
- Endure a lifetime of humiliation?

Do not speak to your king in this way!

- Leave behind a false legacy?
- Enough!

Enough.

It must be quiet.

And swift.

It must be swift.

Your Majesty is most merciful.

Clear the palace.
Leave only the King's guard inside.

Go!

Go!

Where are all the guards?

With such poor protection,
no wonder France falters.

There are no servants, courtiers.

I must go to the Queen.

I'll go with you.

- Get Vargas to the King.
- Be careful.

Musketeers!

Come here.

Come here!

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Keep Vargas out of sight!
We'll draw as many away as we can!

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit...

Cover!

Get down!

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Hello?

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now, and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Guards?

If this is to be my end,
I would rather be shot than stabbed.

It's the end, Your Majesty,
but not for you.

If you want to see Madrid again,
start talking.

You will never touch me again,
Rochefort.

Get away from her.

She belongs to me.

Your Majesty.

Get back! Get back!

You think you can save her?

Why should the Queen be any different
to the Cardinal's mistress?

Or Lady Marguerite?

She took her own life because of you.

It is finished.

The French King knows everything.

You have betrayed me.

You left me no choice.

Surrender.

Liars.

Yours are the lies, Rochefort.

And they will join you in your grave.

Spain thanks you for your service.

None of this was for Spain.

I am alone.

No, Aramis.

Not for him.

Rochefort wrapped my mind
in such terrible lies.

It is as if I have woken
from a nightmare.

He deceived many wise men, Your Majesty.

But you were the last.

He's grown stronger
since we last held each other.

And so have we.

You are a good and loyal wife.

Oh...

Look at him.

Of course he's my son.

I'd need a mirror
to find a better likeness.

And you have been
grievously wronged, Aramis.

And I'm sorry for it.

You have no cause to apologise, sire.
I am your humble servant.

Spoken like a true soldier of France.

We have urgent business
to discuss, Treville.

You're safe now, Your Majesty.

- You're both safe.
- Thanks to you.

And to your friends.

Come, my dear.

Spain has overreached herself.
It is complicity.

Summon the council.

You will attend
as my new Minister for War.

Minister for War.

It's time to take your rightful place
at the King's side, Captain.

You will not refuse me a second time.

It will be my honour, Majesty.

I need to tell you all something.

I'm resigning my commission
and retiring at the monastery at Douai.

He's going to become a monk.

I made a vow to God
and I have to honour it.

If I had told you sooner, you would have
just tried to talk me out of it.

We're still going to.

Is this really what you want?

With all my heart.

Farewell then, old friend.

We’re just gonna let him go?

No.

He's letting us go.

You'll be missed.

- Take care of Constance.
- Of course.

All for one.

And one for all.

You look beautiful.

..to give yourselves
to each other in marriage.

Will you love and honour
each other as man and wife

for the rest of your lives?

Do you, D'Artagnan,
take Constance to be your wife?

I will.

Do you, Constance,
take D'Artagnan to be your husband?

I will.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

In the name of God the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

War has been declared on Spain.
All leave has been cancelled.

- I'll report to the garrison later.
- You'll report there now.

- See to your men.
- My men?

As Minister for War, I'm making you
Captain of the Musketeers.

- Me?
- Mmm.

I'm not fit to lead anyone.

The men look up to you.
You can't let them down.

We all have our duty, Athos.

Amen.

Move out!

Porthos.

Minister.

This has seen me through
many campaigns.

You will do me a great honour
by bearing it in battle.

Hmm.

I'll wear it with pride.

You deserve more lavish surroundings
for your honeymoon.

Most men would have taken their bride
to some rural, idyll setting...

I didn't marry most men.

I married a Musketeer.

It's not right, is it,
just the three of us?

Aramis would be here
if he knew the war was on.

Perhaps someone should tell him.

See you return before the regiment
arrives at the border.

After you, Porthos!

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