The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 3, Episode 1 - Spoils of War - full transcript

Forward!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Go!

Go, come on!

The artillery has no
powder, no ammunition.

Second battalion is gone.

We've got nothing left to throw at them.

- Hold your position.
- Where are you going?

Athos!



What the devil are you doing here?

Get back to your men.

My men have been butchered.

You're sending sword against cannon.

You will hold the line
at all costs, Captain.

- We have to take the field.
- Our cannon are useless.

Where is the powder we were promised?

The supply wagon did not arrive.

You will have to advance
without artillery support.

There won't be a man left alive.

You are soldiers,
the king's own regiment.

Now, go out there and die for him.

That is your strategy?

To watch good men slaughtered?



Return to your men, Captain,

or I will have you court-martialed.

Cut him down!

I shall be in my tent, Chief Adjutant.

Grimaud. Impossible. You can't be here.

I will get you your money, I swear it!

You think you can hide from me?

Even on the battlefield,
I will find you.

The only way out of here
is to take out that cannon.

- We need a plan.
- Attack.

- What?
- I hate it when he does that.

Attack!

Powder!

Shoot the powder!

D'Artagnan. D'Artagnan.

It's over.

Spanish.

There.

You can see the troops moving.

The battle's over.

You see the banner there?

A French victory.

- Who will you be, Marie?
- Porthos.

Oh, I'll be D'Artagnan.

You won't kill me with my armour on.

I told you not to come this way.

We wanted to see the battle.

War is not a game.

Everyone, gather round. Come here.

Drop your stick, Marie.

Come here. We're leaving.

What's that?

It's my fleur-de-lis. I'm a musketeer.

When we get back,
you're taking that off.

Don't talk to me like I'm a child.

Then don't behave like one.

Come, we're late for your
lessons, come on.

How could you ever understand?
You're only a monk.

What's wrong?

A man, a figure.

Only the crows have any
business down there.

I'd give anything to be back
in Paris right now.

Ooh!

Finish him!

You want to fight so badly,
I can send you to the fronts.

Isn't there enough violence and
brutality in the world without this?

Clairmont, why have you come here?

A little innocent amusement,
Minister Treville, nothing more.

Feron.

I should have guessed
you were behind this.

Come now, the Red Guard
and the Musketeers

have always maintained
a healthy rivalry.

These are cadets, and you pit
them against trained soldiers.

That one really does need
a little more training.

Run along, boy!

Hide inside the skirts
of Madam D'Artagnan.

Being governor of Paris

does not give you the right
to treat the Red Guard

as your own personal thugs.

Terrorizing, persecuting the people.

We are at war, Treville.

This city breeds
insurrection, revolution.

The Red Guard are all that
stand between us and anarchy.

Now, why don't you take
your infant Musketeer,

go home and tuck him in nicely?

It must be near his bed time.

Come on.

What's next?!

- General!
- What do you want here?

Hey.

We just lost half our regiment

because we didn't get
the support that we were promised.

Good men wasted. Where's the general?

You don't understand. I don't know, sir.

He sent me for the maps
so that we could trace the route

of the artillery supplies, then
he just rode off with someone.

A soldier?

No, he did not leave
of his own volition.

Show us.

The weapons transport was last
reported on the road from Douai.

The general rode in that direction.

Not all of him.

Find some horses.

Stop! No further!

General Lantier.
What are you doing here, sir?

We have the powder consignment.
We broke a wheel on the road.

General, you're injured.

Salute a superior officer!

And the rest of you! Do as I say!

Take cover!

Don't move.

There you are, Luc!

Excuse us, gentlemen.

I'm sorry if the children's
play has disturbed you.

We must get back to the monastery.

Hold!

They're so young and excitable.

I found him, children!

Never pay attention to anything
that goes on around them.

They see nothing.

Good day.

Look straight ahead. Don't run.

Slowly now.

For God's sake.

I've done what you wanted.

Take the weapons, sell them.

The monastery must be close.

We hide the powder there until I contact
the Spanish buyers at the border.

Take the children.

Our soldiers.

Those men just shot them down.
We can't leave.

Luc...

Look, you may have no stomach for it
but there might be men left alive.

You're frightening the children.

Come.

We should leave the
monastery immediately

for the sake of the children.

The children, yes.

It is past the hour
for their lessons, brother.

With the greatest of respect, Abbott,

you do not realize the danger.

Those men were not soldiers.

What I saw on the road
was cold-blooded murder.

We cannot protect ourselves
here, not alone.

We are never alone, brother.

We have the best protection
in the world.

God watches over us.

I have seen violent
men like this before.

You live too much in the world
and in your own past.

I have given my life to God.

Yet you tend your beard
as another might a rose bush.

And here you are speaking
like a soldier again.

Abbott, forgive me,
but you do not understand.

I think I do.

I've become very fond of you over
these past few years, Aramis.

Your company pleases me... but your soul

is as restless and confused as it was

on the day that you arrived here.

You've been looking for something

you may never find
in a life of contemplation.

If these men come here,

then we shall welcome
them with God's love.

His will be done.

Now, tend to your charges.

The Red Guard are out of control.

They persecute and brutalize

ordinary citizens while the
real criminals run free.

Governor Feron must impose

discipline on his men and
order on the streets.

Am I late?

But not as late as the king apparently.

Then, his majesty seldom
serves before 2:00 these days.

Go on Treville, you were saying...

Something has to be done,

and I'm not doing it.

The list of things you're not doing,
Feron, grows longer by the day.

It is a little early to be
challenged to a duel, Treville.

Even on words.

Is there no refreshment nook?

Boy! A man may die of thirst.

It's not just the Red Guard.

Parts of Paris are
becoming ungovernable.

Thieves, cutthroats, userers

and they describe themselves
as men of commerce.

As long as they pay their taxes,

surely their commerce
is their own affair.

Even if it is extortion, murder?

There has always been a market for that.

Well, as his majesty has once again

decided not to grace
us with his presence,

I suggest we adjourn.

I am not finished.

Not yet perhaps, but soon.

Another day, Treville. Another day.

Open the gates.

Come, brothers, open the gates.

We seek shelter, brother.

We were attacked on the road.

You are welcome.

Let them in, brothers.

I do not understand.

You said you were attacked.

Have you any wounded?

There will be others
coming, Spanish soldiers.

Keep your counsel, do as I say
and we will leave you in peace.

What is the meaning of this deception?

What is it you are carrying?

You cannot bring weapons and
gunpowder into a sanctuary of God.

You must leave this moment.

Open the gates!

Stand aside.

I will do it myself.

Get back inside.

Detain the friars in the chapel.

If any resist, kill them.

Bring the general to me.

Push, push, push.

Good boy, there we are.

So, did we all understand?

Right, move, move, move.

Go, go.

- Are we coming back?
- Of course we will.

Come here, come here. Give me your hat.

Come here.

Give me your jacket. Come on.

There you are.

My favourite part of the
battle is always its end.

When there's only the dead left...

with their secrets.

That's when the real struggle starts.

Fight for the spoils.

Now, General...

are you spoils, or just one of the dead?

I am not going to beg for mercy of you.

You are no more than Paris street trash.

So, do we remember the games of
hide and go seek we sometimes play?

We're going to play
one of those games right now.

But we all have to be
very, very quiet. Shh.

I don't got my shoes.

Don't worry about your shoes.
I've got your shoes. Come on.

I... will... have... respect.

Everyone, this way.

See if there's any monks hiding
in these upper rooms.

This way, go, go.

Get a move on!

Get every single one of
them into the chapel.

Come on, move!

- Where is Luc?
- I don't know.

Take the children that way.

Here. Stop.

Adele, hide them behind the barrels.

Take them all. Take them.

This wasn't an ambush,
it was an execution.

Sounds like trouble.

Hyah, hyah!

Get him!

Where is he? Search the place. Find him!

Get more men! Look in the cellars!

Pierre, get back!

Hey.

Try this.

- Not bad, eh?
- Good drop.

Come on.

The king has not attended the last
five council meetings.

Nothing can be done
without his presence.

I'm afraid the king's mind is
focused entirely on our son.

Ahh! And how is my little man, today?

- Have you defeated the Spanish?
- Yes.

If only our own troops
could be as effective.

Minister Treville had hoped
to speak with your majesty.

Leave his majesty alone, Treville.

Can't you see he has more
important business at hand?

Ahh, chocolate.

Clearly, I am expected. Mm.

And what is the most important thing

every good king must learn to
do as soon as he possibly may?

- Ride.
- Yes.

You are so very clever.

I've got a surprise for you.

- Isn't he a beauty?
- Yes.

Your own little charger!

Please, Louis, you can't
bring that animal in here.

Nonsense!

Felipe and I picked you
out the very best one.

Oh, yes!

You cannot distract the
king forever, Feron.

Sooner or later, I will have my say.

That is your problem Treville,
you never stop having your say.

Is anyone really listening? Hmm?

Help!

Help us! Help!

Wait there! Halt!

Please, quickly.

Help.

Shh.

The men who killed the soldiers
have taken the monastery.

The abbott's dead.

All right.

Can you show us the way?

Good boy.

Shouldn't we report back
what we found here?

- It's our duty as soldiers.
- We're also Musketeers.

Who else knows about this way?

Only the children and I.

Next time I'm using the front door.

The bell. Who rang the bell?

The boy we saw on the road earlier.

He got away. Should
have finished him then.

Put men outside the walls.

No one else escapes.

Bring my horse around.

I'll ride out to meet the
Spanish buyers at the border.

Who's there?

- Show yourself!
- Stop! Stop! Not him!

- This is...
- Aramis. We know.

This is not possible.

You still have that knack of
getting into trouble, brother.

Porthos.

Your name's Porthos?

- After the hero in the stories?
- Stories?

I was named after my mother's father.

- You were 'the' Porthos?
- The Porthos.

This is the the Athos...

and the... D'Artagnan.

The stories were true?

Our reputation precedes us.

God moves in mysterious ways.

Not that mysterious.

We've been stationed in the valley below

in a little thing called the war.

We know all about the war here.

Especially these little ones.

Children, come out. Meet my friends.

Now we just need to get them to safety.

Now, look ahead, keep
looking ahead, that's it.

The Dauphine grows older and the
king reverts to the nursery.

I sometimes wonder which
Louis is the child.

Oh, damnation.

Can you help me?

Here you are.

- You all right?
- Thank you.

I'm afraid...

I have a touch of the family disease.

My crumbling Bourbon spine.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry.

Louis was blessed to escape
your father's illness.

Louis was always blessed.

His mother was Marie de Medici.

My mother was a chamber maid.

Well, not exactly a chamber maid.

Lady in waiting, but
you know what I mean.

The question of your birth
never bothered the king.

He has a generous spirit.

More sober council has
advised him to disown you.

But... he is very fond of you.

You know, sometimes
you don't look Spanish at all.

Sometimes you don't look like a bastard.

We must really do this more often.

Ahh, here's our little man.

Come and give your poor
old Uncle Felipe a kiss.

Where's papa? Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Oh, very well. Where are we going?

Your majesty!

Take your positions!

Majesty!

Louis?

Majesty. Majesty.

What's happening?

You really frightened us.

I've quite exhausted myself leading my
little soldier around on his charger.

He is a... a natural.

Born horseman.

Carriage is remarkable.

Papa.

No more. No more.

Felipe will play with you now.

- Must I?
- Yes, you must.

Very well, your majesty.

Come on, you little... majesty.

So, that's what happened
to our gun powder.

Open the gate.

That's the man I saw on the battlefield.

We need to get everyone out of here.

They might be going for reinforcements.

Keep watch outside the wall.
Nobody leaves.

We wait until dark.

If we can keep the children hidden
until then, we stand a chance.

D'Artagnan.

Was Aramis really one of you?

A Musketeer?

He was the best shot in the army.

One of the greatest
soldiers I've ever known.

- Hello.
- Aramis!

What is it?

Well, let's ask him.

She wants to know if you're a giant.

I won't eat you because
I'm not hungry... yet.

Hey!

I think she likes you.

She's got a funny way of showing it.

It's good to see you again, my friend.

It's been too long.
That wasn't my choice.

I could not go to war with you, Porthos.

We were comrades.

I never had to worry what was behind me

because you... you had my back.

I made a promise to God...

- a vow to myself.
- What about your vow to us?

One for all. What about that?

Four years is a long time.

We learned to live without you.

Constance, you asked for me?
What's the urgency?

Well, I think you're
going to be needing this.

What are you up to now?

You have every right to
live any life you wish.

We all do.

It's for the right reasons.

Adele.

Isabella.

Margaery.

They are all dead, because they
made the mistake of loving me.

Even the queen, I could not put her
and the Dauphine in danger again.

And that's why I'm here. That's why
I made my promise to God.

And now?

The abbott, God rest his soul,

he didn't think me ready to take my
orders, he even after all these years.

I never had a problem with
poverty, even celibacy.

It was obedience I could never take to.

What about all that chanting?

It's good to see you, my friend.

Athos, it's getting dark.

We need to start moving.

Now.

Give him time.

Luc, children, we're leaving.

I'll go through first.

When I pull on the string,
send the first one through.

Come on, look away.

Now.

Luc, you go first, help the
children to the other side.

We're going one at a time.

Are we friends now?

Shh.

Wait down there by that large tree.

I'm sending the children to you.

Marcheaux and the Red Guard
regularly use the old bath house.

They can drink and gamble there
all night, amongst other things.

- It has everything we need.
- Everything.

Constance, I am a minister of the Crown.

Well, for one night you
can be a Musketeer again.

We're going to show Feron and his Red
Guards we're not to be humiliated.

We're moving. Up. Up.

This way.

You're next.

You will follow?

We have matters to attend to here.

The gunpowder must not fall
into the wrong hands.

Head for the mountains.
We will find you.

Your brothers are waiting.

- The children?
- Bottom of the hill with Luc.

- We'll leave at first light.
- You think?

Good luck.

Fire! Fire!

Over here! This way!

This way! Quickly, quickly!

Not so cocky now, are we?

Minister Treville.

What's this about?

Captain, in the future, pick
on somebody your own size.

Children, stay in line.

The path gets difficult here.

Why didn't you tell me the
stories you told us were true?

And you were one of them, a Musketeer!

I renounced that life
when I joined the monastery.

And now?

Pierre, don't throw things.
Keep them quiet.

Don't do that.

They've escaped!

They can't have gone far.

Get the horses on the wagon.

The Spanish buyers are on their way.

Clean yourself up.

Treville is a disgrace to France.

What kind of soldier would put that
woman in charge of the garrison mess?

Perhaps he is warming her bed

while her idiot husband is away at war.

There is something unnatural
about that bitch.

She has the cunning of the devil.

Come here.

And yet...

you have let her turn the Red Guard...

into a laughing stock.

That undermines my authority, George.

It cannot happen again.

Don't touch me.

Look at us.

We are quite a pair.

Fit only for the infirmary.

Aramis! The bandits! They're here!

Move, move. Quickly, move! Keep moving,

keep moving, keep moving. Don't stop.

Luc, Luc, hide the children in there.

Brothers, hide yourself. Keep moving.

Wherever you can. Quickly, go on.

Go, go, spread out.

You did very well. Now,
shh, stay quiet, okay?

Go in there. Hide in there.

Stay with the children.

You're their protector now.

What are you going to do?

Come here!

Get away from the children!

Get off me! Get off me! Aramis!

Stay away from her!

Don't move.

I'll kill him.

So, the man of God was once a soldier.

You've been wearing a cassock too long.

Luc!

You really are a Musketeer.

A bit rusty right now.

I'm not so sure I want to be
a soldier anymore.

Let's get the children.

Luc.

Spanish soldiers. I need
to warn the others.

Just stay hidden.

You'll be safe.

Open the gates! The Spanish are here!

Musketeers!

Porthos, stop him! Take the wagon!

Spanish soldiers.

They cannot be allowed
to get that gun powder.

Whoa!

Which way we going?

Hyah!

Do you need help with that?

Just shoot straight.

Aramis, get out of there!

It's about to get hot!

Are you going to try and tell
me that you didn't enjoy that?

Vamonos!

Thank you for all you've done.

You be good now, all right?

Look after the brothers.

Yes, I will.

So, you think we'll need
three or four horses?

I thought I understood your plan.

Now you... seem to be
showing me another path.

In the middle of all the danger
and excitement today,

you were closer to me than at
any time in all my years here.

I've never felt so... alive.

This is what you made me.

A Musketeer.

You are many things, Aramis...

but a monk is not one of them.

You can't argue with God.

Lucien.

I have what you want.

Where have you been? I needed you.

Calm yourself.

Our plans were ruined
by interfering Musketeers.

Careful! Careful!

Drink it down and it'll all be better.

I can't live with the pain.

Let the medicine work.

There.

Better now?

You can never leave me again.

I have everything I need in Paris.

Perfectly acceptable.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

I need these ordinances sent over

to the military supply depot
at Bagneux immediately.

I'll need a fresh horse.

It was a very long ride.

Athos.

I had no idea. You
should have sent word.

Porthos. Minister.

Aramis. You came back to us.

It seems I never really went away.

D'Artagnan? He's not...?

No, he, uh, had some important business

to attend to at the garrison.

What have I told you about running?

Sorry, Madam D'Artagnan.

Did you miss me?

Who's that?

The Marquis de Feron.

Governor of Paris,
Commander of the Red Guard.

Ah, Treville.

I see you have found some
grown-up Musketeers at last.

Governor, you haven't met Porthos...

Athos, Aramis.

Ah, the war heroes.

Not quite as impressive in the flesh.

But then, legends tend to exaggerate
everything, even courage.

You will be seeing a great deal more

of the captain and his men, Feron.

They are to be stationed here in Paris.

Effective immediately.

Not returning to the front?

Perhaps it's for the best.

We need men in their prime
fighting for France,

not worn-out dregs.

The world has changed
since you've been away.

Paris is my city now.

Cross me and you'll live to regret it.