The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 2 - An Ordinary Man - full transcript

If we might just prevail upon
Your Majesty to reconsider.

Are you telling me that the King cannot
have what he wants, Athos?

Is that what you're saying?

Of course not, Your Majesty.

Then it is settled.

You there!

Take off your clothes.

How do I look?

Transformed, Your Majesty.

No.

No "Your Majesty" tonight.



Or bowing or fussing
or any manner of deference.

Tonight you treat me
as an equal, all right?

A friend.

For one night

I will enjoy the same freedom
as the most carefree peasant.

Must a king be a slave
to duty all his life?

Tonight I'm just like you.

My, urn, my tunic's come undone.

Oh. Allow me.

Let the night begin!

Come on, Porthos!

Oh!

A toast to the victor!

This is fun!



Oh, howl envy the ordinary life!

Right, my turn.

I think it's time we called it a night.

Cards! I love cards!

Hello, lads.

Ha! I win again!

And you know what the best part is?

I don't even need the money.

He'll go back to the palace
thinking his subjects

spend all their time
drinking and gambling.

We should show him what it's really
like to be poor in Paris.

Or not.

Yes!

Show me your sleeves, sir.

Or are they in your boots?

Is that where you have them hidden?

Are you saying I cheated?

I don't like this. Time to go.

Well, how else did you beat me?

I'm an excellent player.

I always prevail.

Get him outside. We'll follow you.

Your Majesty.

Let's get your friend out the back way

before he gets lynched.

Come on.

Thank you. We won't forget... This.

That was wonderful.

The life of a commoner is so exciting,

so exhilarating.

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D'Artagnan?

Your Majesty?

D'Artagnan!

What are you doing?

I'm on duty. And you shouldn't
be in the Queen's quarters.

I know.

Then send me away.

This, this has all been so sudden. I...

You never even looked at me before.

I'm looking at you now.

Was that the Dauphin?

The nurses will attend to him.

But he'll... He'll want his Governess.

just give me a moment.

He will not settle.

Let me try.

I'm told I have a way with infants.

He is the royal prince.

He's still a baby.

♪ My little tiny child ♪

Is the child guarded night and day?

You take your duties very seriously.

Now, was it me or the baby
you've come to see?

Do you know what this means?

The Dauphin's christening is tomorrow.

If Louis is not in attendance
it will be noted the length of Europe!

He can't have got far.
We will find him.

Find who?

Who was the lucky woman this time?

A Musketeer doesn't kiss and tell.

Find the King. And do it quickly.

The King is missing?

All drunks look the same to me.

The one who started the fight.

Whim fight?

There were a few here last night.

Don't mess us about.

They left in a hurry, now you remember.

Yeah, I know who you mean.

Yeah.

No idea what happened to him,
but I'll ask around.

See if anyone remembers.

Let me quench your thirst.

Where does this lead?

Just out the back.

These cobbles look
like they've been scrubbed clean, look.

Yeah, definitely.

Blood?

Look at this.

The handle's been sawn off.

Ah, once you're out here
there's no way back in.

It's just a missing door handle, that's
all. It's nothing sinister.

Your last chance.

If I could help you, I would.

You can't kill me.

You're Musketeers.

- Oh!
- Oh!

If I knew anything, I would tell you.

I swear.

Put your pistol away, Aramis.

This will be quicker.

He Pays me!

He pays me.

Who?

Who pays you?

He pays me to get people drunk
and send them out the back door.

Who pays you?

I don't know his name.

And I don't ask.

Questions like that,
they can get you killed.

Ah!

First day he came in here,

he gave me a choice.

He said,

"You do as I say,
or I'll burn this place to the ground."

What was I supposed to do?

I was frightened.

The men you send him,
what does he do with them?

Well, God knows.

Robs them, probably.

Throws their bodies in the Seine.

How could your men have allowed this?

The King was adamant
he experience Paris as a commoner.

Then they should have made clear to him
the utter stupidity of his suggestion.

We can't entirely blame the Musketeers.

When the King demands something
it is difficult to refuse.

You have searched everywhere?

Even...

...the brothels?

- Yes, Your Majesty.
- Then where is he?

Let's not forget, the King is not alone,
he has D'Artagnan.

Who has so far failed
to return the King to the palace.

If you're implying that D'Artagnan
has neglected his duty, you are wrong.

He is the King's Champion.

I don't care if he is alone,
or with D'Artagnan,

I only care that he is not here.

The Dauphin's christening is tomorrow.

Guests are arriving
expecting to see the King!

His absence will be a scandal!

You will turn this city upside down
and find him, wherever he is.

Perhaps in the meantime, we should
let it be known the King is ill,

to explain his absence from court.

Thank you, Rochefort.

Those are the first sensible words
I've heard this morning.

See to it.

I will have the Red Guards
join the search.

We will find the King.

Congratulations, Madame Bonacieux,

on your appointment
as the Queen's special advisor.

There has been no appointment.

I just assumed.

Why else would a servant

question the Captain of the Red Guards
in front of the Queen?

Remember your place in the future.

Can't you look again?

You have seen for yourself,
Madame Pepin.

He is not here.

You should be pleased.

People vanish for all manner of reasons.

Doesn't mean he is dead.

My husband is a good man,
he'd never abandon us.

Something's happened to him.

Come back tomorrow.

If he drank too much
and fell in the Seine,

his body will wash up
with the evening tide.

We're looking for two friends
who disappeared last night.

- They may have been robbed.
- You'll have to be more specific.

Are your friends young, old, fat, thin?

20s, dark hair, healthy,
before last night anyway.

One like that just arrived. This way.

The number of people coming down
here looking for lost relatives,

like that time the year before last.

But most of them leave without
finding their loved ones.

So many people vanishing without trace.

Why haven't the authorities
been informed?

These are the poor and desperate.

No one really cares.

Not him. Thank God!

Hmm. Convict.

Possibly.

But do you remember
that summer two years ago?

Something similar, drunks and
vagrants snatched in the streets?

It went on for months
until the culprit was finally caught.

Sebastian LeMaitre.

His gang sold them on as slaves
to the Spanish galleys.

But LeMaitre was caught and sentenced
to hard labour in the colonies. It...

...can't be him?

- Yeah, wasn't his brother a...
- Blacksmith?

We're looking for your brother.

Try the Americas.

We've heard he's back in Paris.

If he was back here I'd know.
He'd have come to see me.

I wouldn't tell you about it,
but I'd have seen him.

Which I haven't.

We think he might be
up to his old tricks again.

Exactly what kind of horses wear these?

We need to talk.

Where's Sebastian LeMaitre?

You filthy scum!

- Keep moving!
- Move!

Forward!

I said, get a move on, all of you.
Move, now!

This is your fault, D'Artagnan.

I should never have allowed you
to talk me into visiting that tavern.

Move it, scum!

If I could only convince
them that I am King.

No! You must not tell them who you are.

Of course I should.
Then they would have to let us go.

They'll kill us and bury the evidence

rather than risk
being hanged for treason.

Nonsense. They're brutes, but they
would never dare kill their king.

- Look...
- Allow me to reason with them.

- No...
- You there! On the horse.

Get up!

- What is your name?
- Pepin.

Well, Monsieur Pepin.

The life you had is over.

Gone.

And where you are going
is no place for the weak.

Now get up!

I leave this man's fate in your hands.

Carry him or I kill him.

Your choice.

I'll carry him.

Where you're going, a soft heart
will kill you quicker than typhoid.

Careful.

- Why must we carry him?
- I'll carry him alone.

You are meant to be looking after me!

Move!

Move it, get back!

Down there, down!

Forward. Come on,
forward, all of you.

Forward!

Sebastian LeMaitre never
made it to the Americas.

No, he bribed his way off
the transport ship and disappeared.

Now he's back plying his old trade.

Snatching men off the streets
and selling them to the Spanish.

The King of France chained up
in the belly of a Spanish ship.

Dear God.

Well, they can't have escaped the
country yet. There hasn't been time.

According to his brother,
LeMaitre likes to take his captives

to the border on foot.

Do you believe that?

He'd be insane to smuggle men
in irons all the way across France.

So if they're not walking all the way,

how else can they get them to Spain?

We need a list of all Spanish
vessels docked in French ports.

And I need an official request
to release that information.

This is the King's business.

Then I'll need to see
your order signed by the King.

Rules apply in all circumstances.

Help us or we will help ourselves.

Well, there are Spanish ships
docked at Bayonne,

Honfleur and Marseille.

Honfleur. It's only days from Paris.

Hey, LeMaitre can avoid the main roads
by taking the Forest of Evreux.

And then from Rouen,
travel by river to the port.

The ship in Honfleur,
when is it scheduled to leave?

Tomorrow evening.

We'll catch them at Rouen.

Gus.

I told you never to come here, ever!

The Musketeers know about Sebastian.
They're searching for him now!

- Was my name mentioned?
- No. No.

If anything comes back on me,
I'll come down there and kill you all!

You ride after your brother.

You warn him the Musketeers
know what we're doing.

Don't go back to your forge.

No.

Your men should never
have taken him to that tavern.

It was reckless!

And now he is in the hands of criminals.

So...

What now?

Rochefort?

If the Musketeers are confident
of returning the King,

we should allow them
to complete their task.

The city is quiet.

Everyone believes the King has a mild
head cold and is confined to his rooms.

Rochefort's swift response
has bought you time, Captain.

Use it wisely.

My son's christening is tomorrow.

His father will be there.

Captain!

Why was the King taken?

Between ourselves, no need to worry
the Queen any more than necessary.

The man who abducted the King
is a convicted criminal.

He sells his captives to the Spanish,
to be used as galley slaves.

We suspect he has
no idea who he's taken.

You don't suspect
the Spanish themselves?

In this case, no.

I have complete faith in you, Captain.

The Queen is distressed,
but I am sure in her heart

she feels the same.

Move! Move it!

Move it! Undo those chains now!

Don't you look at me!

Move it! Undo him.

Down! Stay down!

Money, medals, belt buckles,
all of it goes in here.

And if you're thinking
of holding anything back,

be certain you're prepared
to die for it.

All of you, come on!
Pockets! Pockets!

More cheap trinkets.

Gus won't be happy.

He is never happy.

Who did you get this from?

Him.

Why? Is it valuable?

More than the rest
of that tat put together.

Then we have a problem.

You!

You, on your feet.

Let me see your hands.

I can't let you hurt him.

Oh, well, you've got a problem
that's easily solved.

Wait!

Killing them would be a mistake.

Look at his hands, he's a gentleman.

He has friends with influence,

who'll make sure
the authorities search for him.

By the time they start looking,
we will be long gone.

They are the fittest men here,

they'll fetch five times
as much as anyone else.

Why throw money away?

I have news to be
sent to Spain, immediately.

I will decide what is worthy
of King Philip's attention.

The King is missing.

He was abducted by a criminal gang.

They have been taking men
from the streets of Paris

and selling them to Spain
as galley slaves.

- You knew this was going on?
- I'd heard the rumours.

French men powering the Spanish fleet.

The irony appeals to me.

Why risk all we are doing
for a few ragged galley slaves?

The Armada needs men and Spanish
prisons cannot supply them all.

But this, it's perfect.

We now know exactly
where that fool Louis is,

we know how to reach him.

It would be the work of a moment

to finish him.

Kill the King?

Why not?

A God given opportunity like this,
we cannot let it pass.

What about me?

And all we have planned?

I am making great strides
with the Queen.

Already she trusts me.

And this way we can achieve in one night
what might take you a decade.

Say you do kill Louis?

What then?

There will be chaos.

Anne will be Regent
to the young Dauphin.

That should suit you.

It's too soon. What if there is a coup?

She will be gone
and I will have no influence.

Then you had better ensure
that she is not gone,

because without influence,
you are of no value.

I am against this. Absolutely.

And I am King Philip's ambassador,

so it is my decision.

You're making a mistake.

Just remember what you are, Rochefort.

As a spy you have your uses.

But as a man...

...you disgust me.
Now get out of my way.

Galley slaves!

Please keep your voice down.

We are not
beggars or criminals.

None of us are.

My wife and daughter
will think I abandoned them.

Fled into the night like some coward.

This is outrageous
and against the laws of France.

The authorities don't care.

We could petition the King,
but nothing would change.

If the King knew about this,
he would stop it immediately.

He's very fair-minded
and generous and clever.

He's a buffoon.

Preening and prancing in his palace,

totally ignorant
of the people that he governs.

Louis is our King, and a good man.

He deserves our respect.

Good to see you, brother.

Gus sent me.

The Musketeers are searching for you.

Then you better make sure you stop them.

Madame Bonacieux.

The way I spoke to you before
was inexcusable.

I was upset by the King's disappearance.

- Forgive me.
- Consider it forgotten.

We are both friends to the Queen.

We should be allies.

If you ever need advice
on any aspect of her affairs,

feel free to come to me.

The Queen's affairs
are her own business.

I would never discuss them
with any outside party.

A word, Your Majesty?

It is delicate.

You may speak freely.

The situation we find ourselves
in is extremely serious.

The King in the custody of criminals,
his life in very grave danger.

I don't wish to think of it...

But you must. If only for your son.

You owe it to him to protect his future,
his right to the throne.

If you are widowed and made Regent,

the country of your birth will make you
unpopular with the people.

You will need allies.

Which allies?

Say you were to write to your brother,

seeking his support.

With Spain's backing and their armies,

you could hold the throne
against any plot.

No.

Absolutely not.

The King expressly forbade it.

- I gave him my word.
- It would be a precaution, nothing more.

Only until your son is ready
to take his rightful place.

I'm no friend to Spain, you know that.

I'm just thinking about your welfare
and that of the Dauphin.

Think on it. That's all I ask.

Pepin has the right to his opinion,
but his views aren't shared by everyone.

What does it matter?

France will be rid of me soon anyway.

That's not true.

My father was a great king, much-loved.

Always found wanting, compared to him.
I know that.

I was only eight
when he was assassinated.

A child, fatherless.

Robbed of so much.

It's not the hardship of the galleys
that I dread the most.

It is a life apart from my son.

Your father?

He was killed when we came to Paris.

When you were a boy,
he taught you things?

How to hunt and shoot?

Live your life with honour?

Yes.

All that was taken from me.

And now it will be
taken from my son, too.

It's impossible.

I saw him.

His clothes.

- He was just another drunken idiot.
- That drunken idiot was the King.

Why do you think the Musketeers
are so desperate to find him?

And when they catch LeMaitre,

he'll give you up to save his skin.

They can't hang me.

I didn't know he was the King.

Of course they won't hang you.

They'll break your bones on the wheel,

peel your skin from your body
and pour boiling oil into the wounds.

And when they are done

the mob will tear you apart,
limb by limb.

Long before it is over you will beg
for the hangman's noose.

Or you can make sure
none of this leads back to you.

Ride out to LeMaitre's camp

and see there is no one left alive
to testify against you.

The King too?

He must die or you will.

It's your choice, hmm?

Milady de Winter.

I see you've gone up in the world.

I'm not the one destined
for a Spanish galley.

Here, your new friends
will tire of you soon, then what?

A miserable life plying your trade
in some low-life brothel?

I thought you liked me, D'Artagnan.

You seemed eager enough,

once or twice or three times,
I seem to recall.

And the thought of it makes me sick.

I'd rather sleep with a polecat.

You won't shoot me.

It would simply ensure your own death
and that of the King.

Give me the gun and I'll set you free.

I saved your life. Remember that.

What's going on?

You must go.
Your friend will help.

Aren't you going to introduce yourself?

Think of me as a good Samaritan.

An angel, more like.

- The leg irons.
- No time, just go!

That's very valuable
information, monsieur.

For your troubles. Thank you.

What did the
Harbour Master have to say?

That it's late and he was asleep,

and he wasn't happy about
being dragged out of his warm bed.

Yeah, apart from that.

The Spanish ship leaves
at high tide early tomorrow afternoon.

The Captain told him that they expect
to load their cargo soon after sunrise.

So we got here ahead of them?

LeMaitre wouldn't rest up in town.

He'll be holed up for the night
somewhere isolated but not far off.

Get his prisoners on board early.

Yeah, before anyone
starts asking awkward questions.

Or we can wait here and risk
having to fight the Spanish as well,

or we track down LeMaitre
before he breaks camp.

Every second the King is in their
hands increases the danger.

- We can't risk any delay.
- Very well.

We'll search every cove
and tributary if we have to.

We'll find them.

You tell me, where are they
or I'll kill you!

Up! Where are they? You! Come here!

They've escaped.

Those two better be
as valuable as you think.

How much further must we walk?

Until we are certain that we are safe.

When I was a boy and I was tired
my valet would carry me.

My father carried me.

Sometimes I'd pretend
I couldn't walk another step.

Just to be in his arms.

That's only because
you didn't have a valet.

- No, no! Wait!
- Ahhh!

Your Majesty, you all right?

Don't kill me! Don't shoot me!
I'll tell you everything!

It's Gus! Not me!

It was all his idea.

He's in charge.

Your brother's camp, where is it?

A mile south, by the river.

Now for God's sake,
get this thing off me!

Oi! Come here!

Kill everyone in the camp!
Shoot anything that moves!

I promise you, this kindness
will be repaid a hundredfold.

There won't be much opportunity
for that in the Spanish galleys.

Didi! Those two!

You two, up! Come on!

Who are you?

Tell me!

Or he dies.

Don't.

I am Louis, son of Henry IV,

of the House of Bourbon
and Marie de Medici.

I am your King.

You cannot treat me like this.

Kill 'em all!

Gus!

You waited?

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

You stay there. Keep your head down.

Unlock the chains. Go!

Pepin, take this. Hurry up!

Sire!

Save your shot until
you absolutely have to use it.

I absolutely had to.

If we are to die, this is how
I want it to be, by my King's side,

fighting together for our freedom,
not in the belly of some ship.

Shh. We're not going to die.

We just need to get to the trees.

All right? Right, get ready.

Go! Go! Go!

Pepin!

Get up! Come on!

Pepin, come on.

Pepin, get up!

No!

No!

After them!

I thought you'd never stop running.

Quickly, we must hurry.

Find LeMaitre!

No one gets away!

No one gets away.

It is the right decision
for you and France.

Perhaps you should wait, Your Majesty.
If the King returns...

The King might already be dead.

I don't believe that!

D'Artagnan will bring him safely home.

It was D'Artagnan who lured him
into trouble in the first place.

Hesitate now and it might be too late.

With your brother's protection

you can hold the throne
until your son is ready.

It is his birthright.

Rochefort is right.

I must protect my son.

I will ensure it is delivered
to the Spanish ambassador.

Shh!

Wait here.
I'll see if anyone's following.

You've saved my life twice now.

You must tell me who you are?

I am nobody.

Like you, I was snatched by the gang.

Forced into criminality.

But, at least I have a chance
now to start afresh.

How can I repay you
for the debt that I owe you?

I wish no repayment.

Only that you don't think any less
of me because of how we met.

Never.

Oh, I feel faint.

All the fear and excitement,
has turned me light-headed.

Oh!

Thank you.

There's someone coming.
Get back, get back.

Give me a pistol.

Give me a pistol now!

I keep this only to protect myself.

Am I glad to see you!

Is the King safe?

Thank God, Your Majesty.

Allow me
to introduce our saviour.

We owe this lady our lives.

Your Majesty, she was part
of the criminal band

that kidnapped you in the first place.

She should be held for questioning.

With respect, Your Majesty,

we don't know what other crimes
she's committed.

This humble woman has shown
true nobility of character.

Her crimes are hereby pardoned.

You have made a new woman
of me, Your Majesty.

- Did she really save your life?
- For her own reasons, but, yes.

Athos!

Come.

Porthos, D'Artagnan,
ride with the King to Paris.

We'll hold them here as long as we can.

- What just the two of you?
- Three. I'm staying.

Help them now and I will grant
you clemency for your crimes.

I will. Thank you, sire.

Bruno!

Go!

And now.

They've had enough.

Stand and fight, you cowards!

Wait a minute.

He's mine.

May I?

For Pepin.

My man has done his work well.

France has a new king
and a lonely and vulnerable Queen.

MY apologies.

I was detained.

You brought this whole fiasco
down on our heads.

Maybe you should listen to me next time.

Do you have the Queen's
letters to Spain?

I will keep them safe for now.

Who knows when
they might come in useful?

My dear brothers and sisters,

we now ask God to give this child
new life in abundance

through water and the Holy Spirit.

D'Artagnan.

Your bravery and loyalty
during our ordeal deserves recognition.

I have a special gift for you.

You have the honour
of executing this traitor.

But you promised me clemency!

Which I am granting.
A quick death, more than you deserve.

- No, no, sire. Please, please!
- This man fought to protect you.

He did it to save his own neck.

- Which you will now sever.
- You gave him your word!

Are you taking sides
with a traitor against your King?

I am a soldier

not an executioner.

Allow me, Your Majesty.

No! No!

Thank you, Rochefort.
That was well done.

At least I have one loyal soldier.

First, you take me to that tavern,

put my life in danger and now this.

Why do you Musketeers
insist on disappointing me?

Bruno was a thug.

The King made a deal and betrayed it.
That's unforgiveable.

The King was frightened, angry.

In his heart, he's not a bad person.

We saved his life, we did!
And that's the thanks we get.

He wanted a taste of the real world,
and he didn't like it.

And someone has to be to blame.

That would be us.

- Madame Pepin?
- Yes.

My name is D'Artagnan,
of the King's Musketeers.

I'm here about your husband.

Is he safe?

He died in service of the Crown,
fighting to protect the King.

His Majesty sent me here today
to give you this.

To express his personal gratitude.

Were it not for the Dauphin's
christening, he would have come himself.

I'm sorry.

Hello.

You know, your father
was a very brave man.

He loved you and your mother very much.

Always remember that.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You understand my father
is going to kill you, Baltasar?

I warn you, I am a desperate man.

He needs a doctor.

This is the future King of France.

His destiny is not to die in his cradle.

I despise my husband the King.

You don't trust us.

A Musketeer is a man of honour.

- Oi!
- Argh!

I almost didn't recognise you
in your fine dress.

I had to commit murder to obtain it.

I love you.

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