The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Good Traitor - full transcript

State your business!

In there, you'll find
your money and the dress.

And a crown.

- A crown...
- Don't talk unless I tell you.

I warn you, I am a desperate man.

If you resist, I will kill you.

I want an audience with your king.

And I have no time to waste.

Drop it.

Do as he says.

Or we will kill you where you stand.



I know you. You're in the Spanish army.

This is General Tariq Alaman.

Former general.

Now persecuted by my own country.

I have come here to offer
my services to France.

Believe me, your king will want to
see what I have brought for him.

Your Majesty.

Say it. Say it now.

I love you, Rochefort.

I have always loved you.

All these years,
I have ached for your return.

Yes.

I despise...

I despise my husband, the King.



You are the only man I have ever wanted.

Take me.

Make love to me.

And I love you. Oh, God, howl love you.

Do you think this Alaman is sincere?

Why risk so much if he isn't?

I hate getting up at this
unearthly hour, Treville.

Why do people harp on about
the beauty of the sunrise?

It happens every day
with tedious regularity.

Please move back. Back.
Please, Your Majesty, back.

This had better
be good, Treville.

There's barely enough powder
to fire a musket.

A few grains of this miraculous
powder could sink a galleon.

I am prepared to give up its formula.

At what price?

The Spanish have kidnapped my daughter.

They are holding her here, in Paris.
I want her back.

Do we have a deal?

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This paper contains
the formula for the gunpowder.

But it's in code.

Help me rescue my daughter

and the machine needed
to decipher it is yours.

Why are you doing this?

Spain has turned
against my people, the Moors.

We are exiled or murdered.

I am a fugitive, a wanted man.

My daughter is
all I have left in the world.

What makes you
so sure she's being held here?

We fled Spain together.

We thought we were safe in Paris.

We were followed by General
Baltasar and his Spanish agents.

She went to the market.
I haven't seen her since.

- Then she might be dead by now.
- No, she is the bait.

It is me they want. Not her.

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

Moors should
eat off the floor, like dogs.

You are here,
your father will come to us.

Remember,
we need the girl alive.

She will remain untouched,

until the moment Tariq
delivers himself to us.

And then they both die.

The cipher is the most important thing.

In the coming war with France, Alaman's
gunpowder will be the decisive weapon.

A country's most powerful
weapon in war is hatred.

You should learn that, Ambassador.

You're late, Marguerite.

You know the Queen likes her son to be
ready when she wakes.

The Dauphin was restless in the night.

I think he might be ill.

He's burning up. He needs a doctor.

Spanish agents in Paris?

A joke is being played on you, Sire.

Tariq Alaman is a most notorious liar.

Were you aware he was here?

I am astonished to hear it.

But suppose for a moment it were true.

If you were minded
to hand the traitor back,

Spain would regard this
as a great act of friendship.

Amongst his many crimes,
Alaman fled Spain

in possession of a vital cipher machine.

I'm told he might be willing
to offer just such a device

for the return of his daughter.

I understand she has been
kidnapped by your agents.

Naturally, I deny the allegation.

But I will make enquiries.

He assumes we already have the cipher.

Let him
carry on thinking that.

Hello.

I've urgent business with the King.

His breathing is so laboured.

He has a high fever.

I propose a chemical remedy,

the very latest cure from Geneva.

The Swiss are a very healthy people.

I always presumed
it was the mountain air.

What does this cure contain?

Uh, minute quantities
of various metallic elements

in a suspension of water.

But won't he throw it up?
He's still on the breast.

Professor Lemay has degrees
from Geneva and the Sorbonne.

I suspect he knows
a little more about medicine

than a cloth merchant's wife!

General Baltasar will exchange
Samara for the cipher machine

at the Place de L'Eglise at 6:00.

On a market day?
It will be packed.

Ambassador Perales has brokered
a hand-over with the kidnappers.

Baltasar hopes to hide himself
amongst the crowd.

You know this man?

All too well.

I once thought of him as a friend.

He was my most trusted lieutenant.

What I never knew was that
he always hated me.

Well, what makes you say that?

I was born the wrong colour.

An issue you may be familiar with.

Nothing I can't handle.

We were ordered to destroy a village,

kill every man, woman and child.

Loyal Moors, like me,

innocent people,
whose only crime was their race.

I refused. Baltasar didn't.

That was when I understood
what type of man he really was.

It would be helpful if we
could see the cipher machine.

At the square.

You don't trust us.

I have no reason.

Musketeers are men of honour.

The King of Spain
swore he loved me,

then had me arrested on false charges.

He was a man of honour too.

I don't trust Alaman. Something's wrong.

We promised them the cipher
and we don't even have it.

Alaman swears he will produce it.

The only thing I believe is
he truly loves his daughter.

Quickly ladies,
bring hot water

and clean sheets for the Dauphin, hurry.

Madeleine, get some towels.

Hey, What's going on?

The Dauphin is ill. A fever.

Constance, he's in good hands.

The physician is a very learned man.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

I meant your hands!

You shouldn't be here now.

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

My saviour!

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

It is so much
the height of fashion, Sire.

I had to commit murder to obtain it.

Wit as well as beauty.
It looks very handsome.

I was hoping Your Majesty
might grant me a private audience.

Alas, that is impossible at present...

Madame...

De Winter. Milady de Winter.

How charming. Goodbye, Milady.

Seeing you again was a pleasant
diversion on a trying day.

He's vomited up every drop so far.

Are you sure there isn't another way?

If there is no improvement,
we will turn to leeches.

Bleeding is an infallible cure
for congested lungs.

He is so very small.

And he has so little blood to spare.

I assure you, madame,
I know what I'm doing.

Alaman will bring the cipher
to the square. That's all I know.

Obtain it somehow and we can put an
end to this absurd brinkmanship.

I cannot be involved.
I've done too much already.

It puts at risk
our entire long-term plan.

I sometimes wonder who really
benefits from your marvellous plan.

Is it Spain or is it just Rochefort?

I must be near the Queen.
The Dauphin is seriously ill.

Madrid should know this.

Will he live?

I have no idea.

But when the Queen sees
my devotion to her child,

it can only increase her passion,

for me.

As soon as Alaman
has his daughter, we strike.

Aramis' first shot will
take out Baltasar.

With their leader gone,
his men should surrender.

There. One of Baltasar's men?

I don't think so.

They're here somewhere.

Try one, sir.

He's got the cipher.

Second archway from the left.

Two more by the bread.

I swore I would hunt you down, Tariq.

And I swore I would kill you, Baltasar.

Give me the cipher.

The girl first.

- Come on, Aramis.
- What's he waiting for?

No cipher!

It's a trick!

Wait! Oi!

Samara, run!

No, no!

No, no!

Father!

Come on, come on!

To the arches.

- Get the Musketeer!
- No!

No!

Samara!

Samara!

What happened?

Aramis?

Tariq was in my line of fire.

There was nothing I could do.

Sadly, there has been
less improvement than I had hoped.

This is the future king of France.

His destiny is not to die in his cradle,
forgotten by history.

It is to lead this country to greatness!

Save him, or lose your head.

And believe me,
there is no cure for that.

Out of my way!

Some things are beyond even
a physician's powers.

I am not God.

He must be bled. It is the only course.

But won't that only weaken him?

I'm sorry.

I'm sure you know best.

I will apply the leeches.

Your Majesty?

If there is anything I can do...

Pray for him.

You must be brave.

I lack the strength.

If he dies...

Remember how you cried,
all those years ago,

when you left Spain for your marriage?

I thought I would drown in tears.

But you didn't.
You were strong and you survived.

I was at your side then,

and I am here now.

I will sit with you, if you wish.

You never had any intention
of handing over the cipher!

That is true. But I have my reasons.

Five innocent people dead.
A Musketeer held hostage!

And you still think you have
a winning hand?

I was once a man of status.
A respected figure.

Now I am hounded out of my own country.

Believe me, I have no hand to play.

Then why gamble
with your daughter's life?

- Because I had no choice!
- More games.

I had no choice because
I do not have the cipher.

Samara does.

- Yeah.
- I am sorry I lied,

I put your friend in danger.

I didn't do it lightly.

Now, I humbly beg for your help.

I don't know where they've
taken Samara.

Help me find her and I will
give you what you want.

The cipher, and with it
the formula for the gunpowder.

There's one sure way to find her.

We do exactly what the Spanish want.

We hand you over.

What are you doing?

Making sure you don't
bleed to death.

If that leg becomes infected,
you'll lose it.

Is there much demand
for one-legged Musketeers?

Not that you were much
more use with two.

Not much of a nurse, are you?

I'm not a nurse. I'm a poet.

Fix your own leg.

- Where are we?
- Baltasar's safe house.

Are you in pain?

Yeah. A little bit.

Something went wrong with the exchange.

Yeah, your father lied to us
and nearly got you killed.

- That's what went wrong.
- He trusted you French to save us

and you made a mess of everything.

It's locked. And Baltasar
has men guarding the house.

I'm going to read now.

If you decide to die,
please, do it quietly.

I have no time for this, Rochefort.

Don't you know the Dauphin is sick?

I am praying for him every moment.

- But Ambassador Perales is waiting.
- Let him wait.

Good God! What are you doing
in my private apartments?

Forgive my presumption, Sire.

I simply hoped to see Your Majesty's
face once more before I left.

I will see she is escorted
from the palace immediately.

You are a determined woman, Milady.

And persistence must have its reward.

Dine with me tonight.
And do wear that dress.

I find it very pleasing to the eye.

It must hurt.

Cry if you want.

No. Thank you.

What is your name?

Porthos.

We need to get out.

What are you going to do?
Punch through the walls?

If it comes to it.

What's the book?

Poems by the mystic Umar Ibn al-Farid.

Do you read Arabic?

I'm not a Moor. I'm French.

You might have been
born in this country,

but that doesn't make you French.

In their eyes, you are at best
an exotic stranger, at worst a mongrel.

I am a Moor. I'm going home to Morocco.

- Where are you from?
- France.

And Africa. On my mother's side.

Which part of Africa?

Well, wherever it was,
that is where you belong.

In the end,
your adopted country will betray you,

as mine did me.

I know who I am, and what I am.

Would you like to hear some poetry?

I'd prefer a brandy.

Poetry is all I have.

Poetry it is, then.

"From his light
the niche of my essence enlightened me

"By means of me, my nights
blazed morning bright

"I made me witness my being there

"For I was he I witnessed him as me

"The light, my splendour"

I keep thinking to myself,

"What if he dies?

"What do I have left?"

There is still the King.

He will blame me.

I know it.

Blame you? Why?

I am Spanish. So, everything
must be my fault.

Even my son's fever.

That was indiscreet.

Say whatever you wish.

All your secrets are safe with me.

Sit with me, Rochefort.

My ladies should be here with us,

but I cannot bear to
look at them tonight.

I have had so few friends
in this place.

I'm glad you're here.

You're so good to me.

I love you.

As any subject loves his queen.

I need you to stop the bleeding.

- What bleeding?
- I'm gonna pull the bolt out.

You're mad. You'll die.

People have said that before
and I'm still here.

Tie off my leg.

And I'll need some bandages.

Mmm-hmm.

How are you feeling?

- Better.
- It doesn't hurt as much?

No, it's worse.

But now I've got a weapon.

Let's dispense with
the formalities shall we, Ambassador?

Very well. What do you propose?

In return for Samara

and our Musketeer,
France will hand over Tariq Alaman.

- And the cipher?
- That's between you and him.

France has no further interest.

I find that news surprising
and unlikely.

French lives have been lost, Perales.

Enough is enough.

Then I accept.

Your Majesty has shown
great wisdom and discretion.

Do this, and you will never
lay your hands on the cipher.

If it even exists.

The fact is, Alaman, you have
become an embarrassment.

The quicker you are gone, the better.

The same with your agents, Perales.
I want no more massacres!

There will be no unauthorised
Spanish presence

in Paris beyond tomorrow morning.

Your Musketeer will be
released at the same time.

You have my word. Navas, bind his hands.

Guard this traitor.

We will move him
under the cover of night.

Tread lightly, Treville.

We cannot afford another
incident with the Spanish.

If in doubt,
err on the side of caution.

But bring me that cipher,

and I will never say a harsh
word of the Musketeers again.

Madame Bonacieux?

Where are you going?

My husband sent for me.

I didn't want to disturb the Queen.

Off you go, then.

My poor husband, Lord de Winter,

died in England and left me penniless.

On my way home,
I was taken hostage by those villains.

The rest, Your Majesty knows.

Well, I sensed you were high born.

Breeding shows
even in the vilest company.

I have something for you, Sire.

My ring! You kept it safe.

My company does not please you.

I shall withdraw.

No.

You are the one thing keeping me sane.

It is my son.

He's very ill. Perhaps dying.

I knew
there was a sadness in you.

It breaks my heart to see you so.

Can I pray with you, Sire?

- What, here? Now?
- Why not?

God is always with us.

You are a saint, Milady.

One day, perhaps.

Why, I've upset you.

Forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive.

We are just two lonely souls
in need of comfort.

I will take him from here.

Nearly there now.

Constance?

What are you doing here?

Have you... Have you come to see me?

What's that?

- A baby? Is it yours?
- Of course not.

In case you hadn't noticed,
you have to get pregnant first.

If it is D'Artagnan's...

It's not his, it's not mine!
I'm just looking after him.

I'm your husband. I demand to
know who this baby belongs to.

I can't tell you. Please, just

don't tell anyone you saw me.

Rest now.

Ah, welcome, Tariq.

My house is your house.

Get him inside.

General Alaman must
return to Madrid for trial

and public execution.

So try to restrain yourself.

He will be alive. Barely.

Ambassador Perales will be
here in the morning. Be ready.

Where is the cipher?

I don't care
what you do to me, Baltasar.

Just let my daughter go free.
She cannot harm you.

The Moor is an inferior species.

He must be trained like an animal.

With discipline and harshness.

Where is the Dauphin?

Where is the Dauphin?

You are the Dauphin's governess.

How could you let this happen?

I was so tired.
I must have fallen asleep.

Who would steal an innocent child?

Where is Madame Bonacieux?

Constance? She wouldn't do this.

Well, she was concerned
with the Doctor's treatments,

perhaps she was just trying to help.

She might be a madwoman,
for all we know.

You're as much to blame
as she is. Arrest her!

What? No! Please! Your Majesty!

Find my child.
For pity's sake, find him!

Dear God. Someone must inform the King.

I have never met anyone
like you before, Milady.

There is no one like me, Sire.

But I warn you, I am a very

bad...

...woman.

My only ambition is to bewitch you.

Then you are succeeding.

Here.

Take this as a token of my esteem.

Get out!

I came with news of your son.

Not dead, surely.

He has been kidnapped.

The cipher!

Release my daughter
and I will tell you!

My leg hurts.
Someone's going to pay for it.

Make sure it's not you.

Well done. Go.

Middle door. No one's
moved since they arrived.

Any sign of Porthos?

It's been hours.
Alaman might be dead by now.

They want to put him on trial.
Make a show of the traitor's downfall.

He knew the risks.

Treville is on the way.

Drop your weapons.

One shot. Who's it going to be?

Three seconds or I cut his throat.

Please. Please.

Your choice, Tariq.

No!

The cipher is in Samara's book.

You shouldn't have told him.

I'd rather die than help them!

I know, my love.
But I want you to live.

One more step and I shoot her.

Put down your weapons.

This man is under protection
from the Spanish Crown.

Once again, you Musketeers
have lied about your true intentions.

It was the only way to find out
where you were holding the hostages.

I suggest you leave.

Unless you intend to shoot me as well.

We'll leave.

But we're taking
General Alaman and his daughter with us.

And the cipher.

I will return to
Spain of my own free will,

and explain how the cipher works.

But only if you release my daughter.

General Alaman
and the cipher will stay here.

The girl can leave.

King Louis wishes to avoid

a public embarrassment, does he not?

I won't go without my father.

You must go.

As long as you are free,
I will always be at your side.

Samara, listen to me.

The world that we knew is dead.

You have to build a new one

where our people
can live in dignity and with peace.

That is your task now. Hmm?

Now go. Go!

Get the girl to safety.

We withdraw. For now.

I've got you.

My position will be
compromised if I'm found here.

The French will not dare to touch you.

Where is she, your wife?

I... I have no idea.

She has abducted the Dauphin.

Anyone involved in the conspiracy
will join her on the gallows.

Where is she?

Where are you? Are you here?

Ah!

Have you hurt him?

I'm trying to save his life.

The penalty for kidnapping
the Dauphin is execution.

Nothing can save you.

Hurry to the Queen.
Tell her Rochefort has found her child.

- Surround the building.
- The cipher's inside.

Baltasar is holding it.

That's the room, those three windows.

Just Tariq and the Spanish in there.

Any assault on Spanish citizens

will provoke a diplomatic
incident, Captain.

- Is that what you want?
- What I want is the cipher.

Then I suggest we have a stalemate.

Prepare to enter the building.

Please. My father is in there.

I warn you. If you lay
hands on a Spanish citizen,

there will be dangerous consequences.

The French will never let you
leave with that cipher.

Perales will arrange something.

I have never understood
irrational hatred.

It stifles every decent impulse,

destroys common sense and reason.

The moment a man says,
"All Moors are this",

or, "All white men are that",
he has abandoned

his sanity and revealed his weakness.

And yet it is not me who is weak.

Not I who will die on the scaffold.

Come, give me the cipher.

I will show you how it works.

- No tricks, Tariq.
- No tricks.

Father! Father!

You have failed. It is undamaged.

As always, you have missed the point.

- Samara?
- Father!

- Samara.
- Father! Father... Father!

Father! No! No!

What possessed you, Constance?

Do you hate me so much?

I was trying to save his life.

By taking him
from his doctor's care

to a common laundry?

Who knows what risks he was exposed to?

He was dying!

I thought the steam
might ease his lungs.

It's a common remedy
amongst the people.

Common people are full of disease!

Doctor Lemay's treatments
weren't working.

This woman is dangerous.

She must be hanged.

Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please!

The Dauphin's lungs
are clearing and his fever has broken.

I believe he is recovering.

Your leeches
have done their work?

As a man of science,
I must conclude that it was the steam,

and not I, that saved his life.

Madame Bonacieux
should receive the credit.

Ah. Well, then, I suppose
we had better not hang her.

Perhaps you were right
this time, Madame.

But I assure you, leeches are
generally an infallible cure.

I wanted that gunpowder, Treville.

Now the machine is destroyed,

Alaman is dead and the secret
is lost forever.

But at least the Spanish
do not have it either, Sire.

Yes, that is some compensation.

But I am disappointed.

Your Musketeers have let me down again.

It keeps happening, doesn't it?

Walk with me, Rochefort.

We have affairs of state to discuss.

Hello.

I'm leaving for Morocco this evening.

Do you actually know
anything about the place?

No. But I'll learn.

And it will be my children's home.

They will belong there.

You should search for your
own home, too, one day.

You're looking at it.

These are not your people, Porthos.

However hard you try, you will
never truly be one of them.

I'm a Musketeer.

That's home enough for me, hmm?

I have something for you.

For me?

Ah, Poems. Thank you.

Thank you for trying to save my father.

He was a great man. A hero.

He taught me everything.

Life is going to be so hard without him.

Mmm.

I, uh... I never knew my father.

- Not at all?
- No.

I guess he, uh, abandoned us.
I don't know.

I don't remember...

Samara, no matter how much
you're hurting right now,

I'd rather be in your position.

When the grief fades,
you'll still have his memory.

Treasure that. It's a gift.

Goodbye, brother.

God is showing you
the agonies of the damned.

Who is this girl?

Innocent people are dying!

I didn't become a musketeer to
destroy an honest woman's reputation.

I want to know about Milady de Winter.

Is anyone here but Rochefort willing to
do what their King wants?

The past is dead.

The past is never dead.

Who ordered my death?

I'm here to see Emilie.

Let God's work be done!

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