The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 4 - Emilie - full transcript

I have seen the devil seated
on his throne in his palace of gold.

I have witnessed the face of death
and he wears a Spanish crown,

and under his crown are horns,

and under his fine robes
are bloody hooves.

I have looked on King Philip
of Spain in his true self,

the Antichrist, the enemy of God.

Sons and daughters of France,

we must destroy the devil
before he destroys us.

With our beloved King Louis to lead us,

we must march on Spain
and drag Satan from his lair.

God bless you,
Emilie of Duras! You're a saint.



Not a saint, but an ordinary woman.

The prophet is tired. She must rest.

She's mad.

And dangerous.

- Musketeers are here.
- What?

I'm getting the feeling
that we're not welcome here.

What do you want?

We're here on the King's business,
to see Emilie of Duras.

You know it is an act of treason

to raise an army
without the King's authority?

I love the King.

God has told me to seek him out
so he can lead his people to victory.

We'll march on Spain
and trample King Philip into the dust.

How are you going to do that?



I don't see any cavalry.
I don't see any artillery.

God is worth a thousand cannons.

Did God tell you to hate the Spanish?

I hate no one.

If King Philip submits,
his people will be left in peace.

She has the fainting sickness.
It is when God speaks to her.

Spaniards!

- Go back to Spain!
- We don't want you here!

Who is this girl?

A filthy peasant with a fevered
imagination, Emilie of Duras.

The Inquisition would know
how to stop her tongue.

What's going on?

Help me.

Ripped By mstoll

The mob are rampaging through Paris

murdering anyone with
a Spanish name. It's chaos.

- Why don't we just arrest her?
- It's not that simple.

This Emilie has thousands
of supporters, you've seen them.

If they march for the border,

Spain would have
a legitimate pretext for war.

She's sick. She's touched in the head.

She fainted
while we were speaking to her.

Apparently, she's been having fits
since she was a child.

Some people call that
"the sacred affliction.“

Perhaps she's genuinely blessed.

With faith, anything is possible.

You should all try reading
the Bible once in a while.

All right, Aramis, as you're the expert
on God, you can deal with her.

Go to the camp tonight.

Gain her trust, find out
what her weaknesses are.

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

Would you rather see her march
thousands of innocent people

to a Spanish slaughterhouse?

What does the King
say about all this? Will he meet her?

The King, he is busy
with affairs of state.

I have a present for you.

Oh, a small principality would be nice.

Mmm, how witty you are!

It is rare to find beauty
and humour in a woman.

New, if we just take off this choker.

I never take that off, Sire,
not for anyone.

It conceals a birthmark.
My disfigurement.

It cannot be so ugly?

However, if there is some other part
of me you wish to gaze upon...

A dozen Spanish lynched in the streets,

my own secretary
cut to pieces by the mob.

How is any of that my concern?

You are an agent of Spain
and the King's trusted advisor.

You should be telling him to hang
Emilie of Duras in the town square!

Now. Fix it!

Be careful, Perales.

One day soon I will rule France,
with Queen Anne at my side.

And then a word from me
and you'll find your head on the block.

You? The ruler of France?

You're madder
than a rabid dog.

Then be careful I don't bite you.

That is the second time
you have struck me.

There will not be a third.

Do you really have to go?

I do. I'm sorry.

To do your duty.

And you should do yours.

The Dauphin is with his nurse.
We still have an hour or two yet.

How many men do you have guarding him?

- Two.
- Should be at least four.

You should have four guards
outside this room at all times.

Aramis...

Do you love me?

You know I'm very, very fond of you.

Dear God, I have given
my honour and my body

to a notorious womaniser.

I'm a complete fool.

Marguerite...

One day soon you must marry
a man of your own rank.

I'm a soldier, I'm beneath you.

Why break our hearts
over a fleeting affair?

Come in, sir,
make yourself comfortable.

I am not interested in that.

Uh?

The Comte de Rochefort
is a frequent client of yours.

The next time he comes,
I want you to do something for me.

You're not talking
about the usual, are you?

Hmm, no.

We certainly can't call it that.

What's the matter?

I used to remember almost nothing
when the sickness came on me.

Just a face, a word here and there.

But now I am afraid to sleep.

Afraid of what God will show me.

New I remember everything.

The anguish and suffering,
the cries for help.

I feel I'm in hell.

God is showing you
the agonies of the damned.

So you know what will happen
if you fail.

We've captured an assassin.

- Kill him.
- No, I mean no harm.

I'm here to see Emilie.

Let God's work be done.

Wait!

I know you.
You're one of the Musketeers.

I heard you preach. I... I was inspired.

I want to hear more.

- He looks Spanish.
- I'm French!

They've sent him to kill you.

No.

What are you doing here?

I've deserted to join your cause.

Have a seat.

Milady.

Shh!

Let go!

You're not like the other court ladies.

I can smell it on you,
Like a sour note in a fine perfume.

Who are you? What is your real story?

Do you really suppose I would allow
the King to choose a new favourite

and make no enquiries about her?

You are hardly less new here
than I am, my dear Comte.

I wonder which of us
means more to him. Shall we ask?

Here is something
you don't see every day.

How did you survive the noose, Milady?

You cannot touch me
while I'm under the King's protection.

How long will that protection last

when he finds out
his new lover is a condemned criminal?

Let me go, or you will regret it.

This conversation is not over.

Are you really a deserter, Aramis?

When I heard you preach
I knew this was where I belonged.

As a soldier,
I'm used to following orders

but sometimes a man
must follow his conscience instead.

Even though they might hang you?

Even then.

I will ask the King to pardon you.

I'm expecting an audience very soon.

I've dreamed it will happen.

Do your dreams always come true?

Always.

People are calling you
Joan of Arc reborn.

Oh, I am not Joan.

I lack the courage
to face the flames as she did.

But God has always spoken to you?

When I sleep.

I'm glad you're here, Aramis.

You will be at my side
when we ride into Madrid.

No! No!

Stay back!

No! Stay back!

Please, please! Stop!

- Gentlemen.
- Evening.

Are you waiting for me?

No, I often hang around
the garrison late at night.

You never know when you might get lucky.

Milady tricked you.
She tricked everyone.

The Queen should know
who she's dealing with.

All our evidence died with the Cardinal.

If you went to the Queen
what would you tell her?

The truth.

You know the King
is besotted with Milady.

You might do more harm than good.

But what if she wants to harm
Her Majesty?

Why would she?
She's already got what she wants.

Look, just watch Milady for now.

In the end, she'll destroy herself
without our help. You'll see.

I'm glad that we can talk
like this again.

- You know, as friends.
- Mmm.

Do you hear all that?

Mmm.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to drink.

And do you want to be alone?

No.

Wine?

Yes.

Emilie wants to see you.
But first, you can help me.

I heard her in the night.

When God speaks, it's like being
ripped apart by a hurricane.

Aren't you worried about her?

Look at all these people.

Do you think they'd follow
just some ordinary peasant girl?

When she was a child,
they threw rocks, cursed her.

Now? They worship her as a prophet.

It must have been hard back then.

We were hated and cursed
wherever we went.

I'm never going back to that life.

Emilie is an innocent.

God gave her to me to protect.

And I won't let anyone hurt her.

I had a vision. I saw you
and me with the King.

You were close by my side. I was happy.

What else did you dream of?
I heard your screams.

Death.

Suffering.

A terror like a sharp blade
cutting at my soul.

I pray when the Spanish are defeated,
God brings me peace.

How can you be so sure
these visions come from God?

I feel God's light inside me.
I have no doubts.

Even in the agony there is
a joy beyond comprehension.

This is all His will, it's not mine.

How can I ignore it?

Get back, all of you!

- Get back!
- Get back!

Get back!

Get back!
In the name of the King!

Ambassador!

Put that down. Captain!

Our orders are to escort you to safety.

This is madness.

lam working night and day
to bring about peace

between our two great Catholic nations.

But there are those in Paris
and in Madrid who would not have it so.

The King is no friend of Emilie's.

Oh, I don't mean the peasant girl.

If we're all quite ready?

Stay close.

Innocent people are dying,
all because of that foolish peasant girl

who thinks she can talk to God.

They say she speaks like an angel.

Angel of death.

I can't stand idly by and watch
my fellow countrymen slaughtered.

If the King won't do something,
I will have to.

Why won't the King see her?

His advisors won't allow it.

They say it would only encourage her.

Can't you talk to him?

I've tried, many times.

But what I want is of little interest.

He's captivated by this Milady.

I'm told she knows things.

Bedroom tricks.

I was so young when I married the King.

We grew up more as friends than lovers.

When you truly love someone, all
the tricks in the world don't matter.

I have tried so hard to be
the King's friend and support.

But I know I have never pleased him.

You're the mother of his son.

Yes.

I am.

Thank God.

And for the Dauphin's sake,

Emilie's gospel of hatred
has to be challenged.

My people are restless.

They love their King.

Why does he not love them?

I don't know how long
I can contain their anger.

That sounds like a threat.

The King and I are both servants of God.

We must obey His will.

He must send for me soon.

If you march on Spain,
most of these people will die.

Do you think God can protect them
from muskets, artillery, gunpowder?

I know He will.

Faith is the only armour we need.

Why Spain? Why not England
or the Holy Roman Empire?

It is not for me to say.

You think God told you explicitly

that King Philip was the Antichrist?

I know you don't believe in me, Aramis.

But I know you for a good man.

You won't betray me.

Father Allard.

You were privy to all
the Cardinal's secrets.

I want to know about Milady de Winter.

You were the Cardinal's man,
Rochefort. Didn't he tell you?

Let me explain our roles here.

I ask the questions, you answer them.
Do you understand?

I believe the lady in question
is only lately arrived in Paris.

Don't lie to me.

Her name appears
in the Cardinal's private accounts.

So she was either his mistress
or something even more valuable.

Which was it?

How dare you!

Who are you to question me like this?

Tell me the truth
and you will be well rewarded.

I'm a man of the Church.
I cannot be bribed.

I'm pleased to hear it.

How is your new mistress, by the way?

Does she know about the wife
and family you keep in secret?

Or the bastards
you have fathered with two other women?

Milady was the Cardinal's agent.

His spy and assassin.

She's nothing but a murdering whore.

Better that than a pious hypocrite.

May I Leave now?

Write down everything
you know about her.

If I am satisfied you are telling
the truth, I might let you live.

I wish to see the King.

Take me to the palace.

I have orders not to move you.

I am done with this life.

His Majesty King Philip has granted me

leave to retire to my land in Valencia.

Have you ever tasted
an orange ripe off the tree?

Divine.

But I have one more vital service
to perform for both of our countries.

Take me to the King.

You're safe here.

You might as well
make yourself comfortable.

Captain, I was hoping
you could help me explain this.

I hardly knew General De Foix.
Why would he leave me a legacy?

You saved his life.
Perhaps he wants to repay the debt.

None of the others got anything.

Why worry about it?

Why not just be grateful
for a bit of good fortune?

Did he owe me some kind of debt?

Why would you think that?

I think he knew
something about my background.

I think he knew something
about my mother or even my father.

I hadn't seen De Foix for over 20 years.

I don't know anything.

What are you keeping from me?

He knew my father,
didn't he, is that it?

You're being ridiculous.

I'm not a fool, Captain.
And you're not a good liar.

Leave it, Porthos. That's an order.

I don't know how she wears
this bloody thing.

Keeps slipping-

Get On with it.

You never asked me my real name.

Because I don't care.

I'll give you a clue.

It's not Anne or Your Majesty.

Just put on the dress!

This has got a rip in it.

That's impossible.

Who told you to do this? Huh?

Who ordered my death?

Tell me and I will spare your life.

Perales.

It was Perales.

Ambassador.

This was just delivered for you.

- Who is it from?
- I don't know. The messenger didn't say.

What's wrong?

Who sent you this? Is there a note?

No. But the message is clear enough.

I will not be blackmailed.

Remarkable that a street slut
can bear herself with such arrogance.

Did the Cardinal teach you that?

The Cardinal taught me a great deal.

Be careful I don't show you how much.

Perhaps I should give the King
that list of your crimes.

How many men did you kill, exactly?
I lost count.

I am finished with that life.

Not quite.

I have a job for you.

What is it you want?

A death.

Whose?

We'll get to that.

Just one.

And then we are free of each other.

I give you my word.

I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

If the King won't grant
Emilie an audience, I must.

What choice do I have?

You could have stayed safe at home.
And so could I.

I want to be useful, Constance.

To show the King there are some things
only a queen can do.

How do I look?

Beautiful.

That's not what I meant.

I don't see any muskets or swords.

These are just ordinary people.

I'm sure they'll listen to reason.

What do you want?

We're looking for Emilie.

Who wants her?

Two women who've seen
the damage you've caused.

Tell us your name.

Constance Bonacieux.
And this is my friend, Anne.

Well, we can’t just let anyone
see Emilie. It wouldn't be safe.

I know you.

You're her. The Queen.

The Spanish bitch.

I am as loyal to France as any of you.

There is not a drop
of French blood running in your veins.

Who puts a fox in a hen house?

Why are you really here?

- We've told you...
- Take her.

A present for you, Emilie.

The Spanish Queen herself.

Your Majesty.

This man is a Musketeer.

He deserted his regiment to join me.

Do you know each other?

He has been loyal in the past.
I am sorry he has forgotten his duty.

Why are you here?

I came here to talk to you,
not only as your Queen

but as a woman and a mother.

Do you really believe
that God wants this hatred and violence?

You must know that our saviour
preached love and forgiveness...

I don't need lectures on religion.

My message is from God himself.

- Look into your heart...
- You should not be here!

We should just cut off her head
and send it to her brother as a gift.

Lay one finger on her...

For a deserter, you show
a high degree of devotion to the Queen.

Would you defend me with such passion?

Do you really think
the King will tolerate

any barbarity towards his Queen?

We should hang her, in the morning,
in front of the whole host.

Leave the King free to marry
an honest Frenchwoman.

He'll thank us for it.

That's madness.

He'd send the Red Guard
to slaughter us all.

Abraham was willing
to sacrifice his son for God.

The King should do likewise
with his wife.

It will inspire his people.

God will show me what to do.

Until then...

You will be our guest.

Here...

With the respect, Your Majesty,

are you completely out of your mind?

I thought I could help.
That she might listen to reason.

Faith has little to do with reason.

If Emilie foresees your death tonight,

God knows how I'm going
to get you out of here.

You should try the broth. It's good.

Take mine. I'm not hungry.

Thank you.

If you need me, I'll be close by.

Aramis is right. It's good.

Constance, what is it?
You were crying out in your sleep.

It was so real.

I was there and...

Shh, you were dreaming.

I've never felt anything like it before.

I was so scared.

God granted you a prophecy.

You're wrong.

I hope you're wrong.

We can't reject the truth
when it is revealed.

He's insisting
that we move him somewhere safer.

He knows where I am.

Who does? What does this mean?

It means my attempt to rid myself
of a terrible menace has failed.

But you won't tell us
the exact nature of the threat?

Orders from the palace.

You're returning to Madrid.

I am to escort you personally to the
carriage the King has provided for you.

Thank God.

When I am safely back in Spain,

I swear you will know
the whole truth behind this affair.

I owe you that much.

Go ahead to these gates
and make sure the carriage is ready.

I don't want the Ambassador
waiting out in the open.

God has shown me what to do.

You will return to Paris.
Aramis will escort you.

There is one condition for your release.

The King must grant me an audience.

I will do everything in my power.

Tell the King
we have treated you fairly.

There is no need to be
frightened of his people.

Don't ever do that again.

I will always serve my country.

But perhaps this time I was unwise.

Foolish is the better word.

You are talking to your Queen, Aramis.

I know.

We promised each other.

A Queen is allowed
to break her promises.

You know all my secrets now.

You carry my life in your hands.

Ladies.

Escort the Queen to her apartment.

Constance,
you know Lemay, right? The surgeon?

You find him. Bring him to the garrison.

Why?

I think this soup caused your nightmare.

We all shared the same meal.

You used the same bowl as Emilie
and had similar dreams.

It might be coincidence
but let's find out.

Where's the Ambassador's carriage?

Rochefort ordered it to be waiting here.

Mind your back please, madam.

We've had no orders from Rochefort
about a carriage.

Excuse me.

A few more minutes and you'll be
on your way back to Spain.

Captain, stop! Get back, it's a trap!

There was no carriage!
It's a trick. Get back!

Move, move, move!

Ambassador? Ambassador!

What happened?

He was poisoned.

In broad daylight?
With a Musketeer escort to protect him?

Where were you going?
Why did you move him?

Because you told us to.

You said there was a carriage
waiting in the East Gate.

You have been tricked.
This is not my handwriting.

Did you not think to check with me?

It's carrying your seal.

Faked. Poorly. The Spanish
will see a conspiracy in this.

You have made
a very grave mistake, Captain.

We think there might be something in it
that gives you nightmares.

And how do you expect me
to establish that?

You are a man of science.

I'm a doctor, not an alchemist.

But I will do what I can.

How could this have happened?

I shall be forced to grovel
to King Philip

in the most demeaning way!

Why wasn't Perales protected?

The question is, Your Majesty,
who killed him? Who stood to gain?

There is one obvious suspect.

- Emilie?
- She wants to kill every Spaniard

she can lay her hands on.

Who better to start with than Perales?

Rochefort is right. It must be
that damned girl. Arrest her.

Emilie is not capable
of such a conspiracy.

It is not in her nature.

With respect, how can you
possibly know that?

Your Majesty, we should look
more deeply into this.

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

Get some fresh air. Breathe.

Thank you.

Are you all right?
What happened?

- I tried your soup.
- What did you discover?

Minutes after I sampled it,

I experienced a series
of remarkable delusions.

I believe the broth contains
a powerful narcotic drug,

probably derived from
a species of wild mushroom.

Is there any chance
Emilie did kill Perales?

No. Rioting in the streets
I can believe. This is too subtle.

Then who did do it?

It doesn't matter.

Our orders are to arrest her.

They won't give her up easily.

We're outnumbered 10 to one.

I know her secret.
And I know a way she'll come willingly.

We give her what she most wants.

The King has granted you an audience.

Thank you.

Raymond will choose
20 of our best men to accompany us.

Emilie is to return with us.

Alone.

It's a trap.

Is it?

You have my word.

If you're not back soon,
we will tear down the walls to find you.

Touch one hair on her head
and Paris will burn.

They won't harm me.

Who would ever have thought
a peasant girl

could command the audience of the King?

What's he like? Is he tall?

Witty? Handsome?

All of those things, to a degree.

I know you came to destroy me,
Aramis, there's no shame in defeat.

God was on my side.

Your holy war can only end
in misery and blood.

You really think that's what God wants?

You should have stayed in Duras
and lived an ordinary life.

There is no ordinary life. Not for me.

You've been deceived and deluded.

Emilie of Duras, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Ambassador Perales.

You will be held at His Majesty's
pleasure for questioning.

No. I... I'm here to see the King.

You liar! Traitor!

There will be blood for this!

Your blood!

The King is willing to let me
handle this in my own way?

His only concern
is to see the mob pacified.

Emilie's own fate is unimportant.

He has complete faith in you, Treville.

Don't let him down again.

My people will come
to rescue me.

They will march on Paris!

I don't think so.

God will intervene to free me.

Perhaps. But not in the way you mean.

Judas!

Oh, am I to be burned?

Dear Lord, don't Let them
send me to the fire.

lam not brave enough.

I never even met this man Perales.

Well, how could I have murdered him?

We know you didn't kill him.

Then why am I here?

We want to help you.

Your visions are from soup, not God.

We think you've been drugged.
Perhaps for a long time.

Your mother's been poisoning you.

My mother?

My mother loves me.

She would never hurt me.
I don't believe you!

Athos will watch over you.

He has some experience in these matters.

These are the Queen's private
apartments. You shouldn't be here.

I was Looking for her.

She seemed distracted earlier.

I hope she is well.

Very well, I believe.

Hmm.

I have been watching you, Madame.

What do you mean?

Your father hopes you will soon
make a good marriage.

A word to the King from me
could secure you everything you want.

And in return?

You want what is best
for the Queen and so do I.

In order to protect her, I must know
every detail. of her daily life.

You want me to spy on her?

No, no, just help me watch over her.

Like a guardian angel.

I couldn't betray her trust.

A young woman in your position
needs someone to protect her.

Someone to keep her secrets.

Secrets like your lover,
the Musketeer Aramis.

Even a whisper of scandal
would destroy your hopes forever.

What would your poor father
say about that?

Her body still craves the drug.

This is only the beginning.

No!

Get off me!

Devil!

- Devil!
- Get her some wine.

No!

How is she?

She should be herself by now.

If she even knows who that is.

How long have I been asleep?

About 15 hours.

I didn't dream once.

You promised to kill me.
And yet, here I am, still alive.

I can't touch you while
you're the King's mistress.

Suppose I have changed.

Suppose I have renounced my old life.

Would you still want your revenge then?

You're no more capable
of changing your nature than a scorpion.

You misjudge me. The past is dead.

I am a different woman now.

The past is never dead.

But we are finished with each other.

From now on, we will be strangers.

You are a stranger to yourself.

The truth is staring you in the face
and you can't even see it.

What truth?

Whatever I am...

You love me.

And you always will.

God has left me?

Not God.

A drug has left you.

I feel so alone.

I was happier before.

Even if it was a lie.

My mother?

But she loves me.
She wouldn't hurt me, would she?

You have a chance to redeem all this.

One chance to find
a true path back to God.

My friends.

You have followed me
across France to do God's work.

But this is where our journey ends.

My visions were based
on deceit and treachery.

They were not from God.

I renounce them.

What are you saying?
They've corrupted you somehow...

This holy war was a phantom
of my imagination.

It can only end in your deaths.

I was blind,
but now my eyes have been opened.

I have one last message for you,
this time an honest one.

Go home. Our work here is finished.

Why did you do it, Mother?

Why did you feed me all those lies?

I harnessed your gift
and brought you adoration.

It was you who wanted that.
I believed my visions came from God.

You betrayed me
for your own greed and ambition.

I wanted a life.

A better life for both of us.

One we deserve.

You destroyed my mind to grasp it.

Just go home! You have been deceived.

Listen to your own hearts, not to those
who would corrupt and mislead you!

Go home.

Pack your things and leave.

You have one hour before the Red Guard
puts you to the sword.

This is not my daughter.

They have sent an imposter
to do the devil's work.

Stand by me
and I will lead you to Spain!

Nothing has changed!

False prophet!

Mother!

Just leave me.

Mother.

They've all gone.
Where's Emilie?

- Headed home.
- Will she be safe?

I hope so. Her power's gone,
therefore so is the danger.

Now she’s just another girl from Duras.

You did right by her.

I took her God away from her.

Her God was a cruel lie, Aramis.

She'll find her own way
back to Him. The right way.

If there is one.

Emilie should
have been executed, not released!

It was Captain Treville's decision.
I argued against it.

Her army is dispersing.
The crisis is over.

Perhaps Treville did the right thing.

Let's not forget,
Perales was killed on his watch.

Spain will expect you
to take action, Sire.

Vigorous action.

What do I do?

Perhaps it is time for a change.

Treville has been
your most loyal servant.

You don't understand politics
at all, my dear, hmm?

Leave this sort of thing to the men.

I want you all to know
that no blame falls on any of you.

Your duties remain unchanged.

I have been relieved of my command.

I am no longer your captain.

Who are you?

Where is this?

Catherine...

But he wouldn't just disappear
without a word to anyone.

Do you not recognise
a man of noble bearing?

Your man's behaviour is a disgrace.

That's enough!

You stand here preening
when there are people dying out there?

You want this land, boy.
You are going to have to fight for it.

Fire!

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