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

Constance.

I thought we were
spending the morning...

What?

Together?

You do know this is not
what I had in mind.

I know what you had in mind.

The garrison needs to eat.

Why exactly do we need a cadet guard

to bring in provisions?

You've been away from Paris a long time.

Do you need to hit so hard?



How hard do you think
they're hitting out there?

Stand aside.

The Duke of Beaufort.

His lands feed most of Paris.

Let me through!

The harvest you sweated
and suffered for all summer,

it's gone.

What does the granary keeper say?

The granary keeper is dead.

Who would do such a thing?

The refugees!

Cadets! To attention! Stand guard!

Clairmont, get Athos and the others now.

Now, Clairmont!



Move the children
and old people away from here,

and arm yourselves!

Against such odds?

I thought I'd taught you
better than that, Sylvie.

If the cause is just...

Hold them here for as long as you can.

You men, up here, come!

Clementine!

Quickly!

Hide the children, go!

Arm yourself, Pierre!

Go!

Defend yourselves!

Leon, what are you doing?

You saw that mob. I'm not staying
here to get slaughtered.

You'd desert us now?

Help Clementine.

Help her!

Come this way.

Cadets, fall back!

Fall back!

Form a line!

Our grain is there!

Two war heroes at once.

I deserve a medal.

Captain!

Captain!

What do you want?

Captain, it's D'Artagnan.

There's a riot in Saint-Antoine.

Ah, to success, My Lord.

Why did he murder my grain keeper?

We have made
your grain disappear.

It is too late for us
to put it back now.

- Will you have a drink?
- I won't drink with that creature.

If the King will pay
the price we demand...

The price you demand, in fact.

We should settle with him now and
end this squalid enterprise.

We wait.

The price is bound to go up.

The people of Paris have no bread.

Desperation is always lucrative.

Hold out for one week.

The King will double your money

- and you'll settle your debts for good.
- Mmm.

Drink.

I only drink with gentlemen.

He is trying to help you, My Lord.

Remember those
niggling financial worries?

One week and they vanish forever.

Trust, Grimaud, hmm?

He may not be a gentleman,

but he has a talent for making money.

Huh?

One week. No more.

Let us hope the King proves to
be as amenable as you, My Lord.

What proof do you have
against these people?

They are murdering thieves!

D'Artagnan!

All of you, back!

Hold here! Defend the steps!

Disperse immediately!

Stand back!

These are the names of the ringleaders.

You know their faces.

Arrest them!

You can't do that!

You again.

You're becoming a nuisance.

Don't touch her.

So this is the husband?

You have married a world
of trouble there, Musketeer.

You should keep her on a leash.

- On a leash?
- Mmm.

- Arrest him for affray.
- Don't you...

Just leave... D'Artagnan.

Leave her, leave her! Leave her,
I'll go quietly. Leave her.

Proper wildcat, aren't you?

Let's not waste any time!

Break down the gates!

Hubert!

Leave him alone!

- Come on, get up, Hubert!
- I'll hold you up.

You go on.

If they see those, you'll condemn us all.
Burn them!

Tell Treville what happened here.

Marcheaux!

Marcheaux.

You don't have the authority
to make these arrests.

On the contrary, madame,

they have my authority.

What's going on here?
Where's D'Artagnan?

Ah, the rescue party. You're late.

The riot is over. The troublemakers
have been apprehended.

They've arrested D'Artagnan
with the others.

Get involved with filth like this

and you will all face the consequences.

What are they meant to have done?

Is stealing the Duke of Beaufort's
grain not enough for you?

Thanks to them, the people
of Paris will go hungry.

How can you hide
1,000 sacks of grain in here?

Well, why don't we take a look?

I'm sure we'll get a confession before
they are hanged in the morning.

We always do.

This is Paris, they're
entitled to a fair trial.

Being in Paris
does not make one a Parisian.

Or would you grant that status
to the sewer rats?

Some rats have high enough status.

I'm ruined.

Our family has faithfully served
Your Majesty and his forefathers

for generations, only for it
to end like this...

Calm down, Beaufort.

I'm sure we can do something to help.

The entire harvest is gone!

There are food
shortages in Paris already.

How could this have happened?

Where were the Red Guard?

Breaking up the ensuing riot.

It seems, Majesty,

the rabble that set up camp in
Saint-Antoine is responsible.

French citizens displaced by the war.

They came to Paris for sanctuary.

The obvious solution is to import
a new consignment, Majesty,

but that's likely to prove expensive.

Why does everything
come down to more money?

Isn't the war costing enough?

We wouldn't want to risk any
further unrest amongst the people.

What do you say, Treville?

The people expect
their quarterly supply.

It has always been a gesture of
the King's good grace, but...

But, of course, the King
cannot let his people suffer.

Treville is quite right.

I myself know someone, a financier,

who has contacts in the low countries
and in England, Your Majesty.

He may be able to help us.

Very well.

I will meet the costs, this once.

But, Your Majesty, in
the meantime, what about me?

I've lost everything.

Don't be tiresome, Beaufort.

We will compensate you, too...

within reason.

If you didn't have powerful friends

you'd hang with the rest of them.

Remind me why that big mouth
of yours isn't shouting orders

at the front with the real soldiers.

Hmm?

I'm not the only one
with powerful friends.

Take him!

Move.

Enjoy your last night on earth.

You all hang in the morning.

Listen to me.

They'll try to break us,
force a confession.

Whatever they do, say nothing!

We cannot help you if you won't help us.

Why should I trust any of you?

You seem to know what you're doing.

I had a good teacher. Old
Hubert understands medicine.

Except they will not let him work.

The Duke of Beaufort claims someone
from this place stole his grain.

Look around.

All I see is women without husbands,
children without parents.

And medical supplies belonging
to the garrison at Courcelles.

Sometimes stealing is
a necessity, not a choice.

There's always a choice.

Continue the search.

Is there a problem?

Where are you going to hide
1,000 sacks of grain here?

It's not possible, she's right.

Doesn't prove they didn't take it.

You honestly think these people
could've organised that?

We continue the search.

Is that an order, Captain?

It may be the only way
to clear their names.

Check behind there!

Yes, sir!

_

Are you without secrets, Captain?

This is more than secrets.

Calling for the King's head
is open sedition.

That has nothing to do with
Beaufort's accusations against us.

Are you going to arrest me?

Who taught you how to handle that?

I taught myself.

Then you are not a bad student,

merely a poor tutor.

At this range, the bullet
will pass clean through me.

There is every chance I would have
strength enough to retaliate.

Those are my father's words.

His life's work.

I couldn't destroy it.

This is treason.

Fifteen years ago, this was the
symbol for the Army of Suffering.

Rebels.

Ordinary men and women with many
of the grievances you hear today.

No food, shelter.

Their only crime was to petition
King Henry for fairness.

Their cause was just.

Henry ignored their pleas.

Their anger grew with their suffering

and this symbol of protest
appeared everywhere.

Then he answered.

Emphatically.

Destroy this and any others.

Feron will try to influence
Magistrate Bellavoix.

Look to use anything
against his prisoners.

D'Artagnan is still one of them.

He will be released in the morning.

The refugees may
or may not be guilty, Athos.

But I won't have them
slaughtered on Beaufort's whim.

People must see there is still
some justice left in this world.

Tell me, Musketeer,
why did you defend us?

We mean nothing to you.

What the Red Guard were doing
was unjust.

I couldn't just stand by
and watch that happen.

You couldn't stand by?

Please,

sit with me. Come.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

Come. Come.

You cannot blame them
for mistrusting your uniform.

Everyone here had a home, trade, family.

All that was taken away by your kind.

- My kind?
- Mmm.

My kind fights the war
to maintain your freedom.

And do you think a Spanish king

will be worse than this French one?

- That's treason.
- Oh, perhaps.

I'm an old man.

I have some funny ideas.

I am so tired...

Of hiding all the time.

Moving from place to place.

I've lived in the shadow
of the noose a long time.

I'm used to it.

But these poor people...

You preach rebellion?

Is it rebellion

to fight against unfairness
whenever you see it?

Or to stand up against an unjust enemy?

Perhaps we are not
so very different after all.

Sit back, sit back, sit back, sit back.

Sit back.

There is a better world coming,

but we might not live to see it.

You will have a fair trial, Hubert.

I will see to that.

Minister Treville will help.

Hang them!
The sooner the better.

We must cleanse the streets
of these vermin.

What more do you want?

Already there has been
rioting, Magistrate Bellavoix.

For the sake of
maintaining order in Paris,

an example must be made.

This is a mockery of justice.

Where is your proof?

Minister Treville's point will
stand, Governor Feron.

The evidence against these people
seems unsatisfactory at best.

But what about the unsatisfactory
damage to my family's good name?

I'm quite sure that
the House of Beaufort

has strength enough to recover.

Governor Feron?

I can provide substantial evidence
at Your Honour's convenience.

You have proof that 1,000 sacks of grain

have been secreted
around the settlement?

It's not possible.

These refugees
are resourceful, Treville.

Pending the production
of the Governor's evidence,

executions will be set at noon tomorrow.

You can find evidence, I presume.

Jailer.

The old man needs a physician, now.

There's no point patching him up.

He'll be executed with the
rest of them in the morning.

You don't understand.

Help me!

Let me go!

I've done nothing wrong.

For the love of God. Help me!

Hey!

Leon. Leon!

Captain. What's this?

We have to make it look real.

Governor Feron
has a special task for you.

Be convincing.

Interrogation. Orders of the Governor.

If you're lucky, perhaps you'll be next.

Leon.

They'll break him. He'll condemn us all!

Try to stay calm. Look at me.

Try to stay calm. We'll fight this.
We'll fight this.

How?

Do you have more of these?

This could condemn all of the prisoners.
D'Artagnan, too.

The pamphlet is old, the ink is faded.

Some would consider the ideas dangerous.

My father would say they're only
dangerous because they still matter.

Oh, they're his ideas?

What, he incited people?

- Inspired them.
- To revolt.

To fight for change for a better life.

Take a look around you.

Would you really leave Paris as it is?

Madame D'Artagnan?
Madame D'Artagnan?

We used to knock.

Sorry, Captain.

Clairmont?

I found something.

One cup per person, three
livres, take it or leave it!

We checked all the local
markets, found nothing.

- On the way back we came across him.
- Good work.

You wretched bunch of rodents,
money first!

We should have a little talk
with the trader.

He could benefit from our special
brand of tact and diplomacy.

It's been awhile.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm ever so sorry about this.

It's just that my friend here is certain

that this is one of the sacks stolen

from the Duke of Beaufort's
store, you see.

It has the King's mark.

Oh, yes, so it does.

You're looking at a charge of treason!

I never saw the man before!

He was selling off the wagon

behind the market square!

He's lying!

Oh, my.

Aramis! No. No more breaking legs.

I never knew he was crooked!

Maybe just an arm, huh?

Last chance.

The wagon, it was branded
with the sign of the star.

That's all I know, I swear on my bones!

This is who he bought
the grain from.

Most of my wagons
are being used by the army.

You'll not find
a spare in Paris.

There's a war on.

Why do I get the feeling our friend
knows more than he's saying?

Hmm.

What's that?

Limestone dust.

We've got a shipment of grain
coming in from the south.

It's a big shipment.

You must've heard the store
in Saint-Antoine was robbed.

I can't help you.

All my wagons are out.

- Even that one's promised.
- Hmm.

It's a fine looking animal.

Andalusian?

There's only one limestone
quarry this side of Paris.

I'm on it.

He is very beautiful.

A keen eye for his prey.

Deadly.

Are you absolutely sure we can
trust this financier, Grimaud?

I have always found his talent
useful in the past.

The story goes that he
is the son an army whore.

And that he only eats raw flesh.

I'm quite sure he prefers
the taste of well-cooked meat.

I don't like him.

But he's going to make us both
a great deal of money.

If this is the sign of the
new age they threatened,

where a man of noble birth much rely
on the grubby practises of creatures

like Grimaud to maintain his position.

We should follow the example of nature.

Even perfection
has savage associations, hmm?

They've taken Leon away.

Then they have what they want.

A confession.

We must hang.

No.

Listen to me.

I have friends on the outside
that can help you.

Hmm.

Hubert?

Hubert?

Hubert.

Do it quickly.

Make sure the grain sacks can be found.

If you have to, take care of the watch.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Leon.

Thank heaven you're safe.

You're hurt.

What are you doing?

Oh, the conceit of the man.

Beaufort must lie awake at night

worrying about his own sniveling greed.

Got his nose so high in the air, he
should take care no one cuts it off.

You be careful, Grimaud.

I've been sneered at by better men.

They're dead now.

My dear fellow, I have always
admired your practical nature,

but you must remember, His Lordship
is a favourite of the King's.

However much Beaufort despises
me, he'll keep coming back.

He needs what only I can give him.

- You take too much.
- Mmm.

You don't know the pain I'm in.

I know pain.

Then join me, hmm?

Control at all times, eh?

Better to suffer than to lose judgement.

Have you never wondered
what it might be like

to let that invulnerable guard of
yours down for just one moment?

Feel that sensation of pure euphoria

crash like a wonderful wave?

All that suffering just...

washed away?

Hmm?

Suffering is what makes us stronger.

There's always been something of the
Old Testament about you, Grimaud.

Your work is not yet done.

It is in hand.

And if it is to be completed to the
satisfaction of all concerned,

I suggest you let me take my medicine.

D'Artagnan.

Your letter to the front
said nothing of this.

Red Guards killing who they please,

cowards like Marcheaux
deciding a man's fate.

This is not what I fought for.

Then what did you fight for?

We're freeing those people in there.

Of course we are.

Do you think we've been
out here doing nothing?

Huh?

So, this is what Paris has become?

Innocent people condemned with no
evidence and no one to speak for them?

That's the way Governor Feron likes it.

And nobody argues with the King's blood.

I wear the uniform
of the King's own regiment.

Since when have the Red Guard

had the authority to arrest
and imprison a Musketeer?

His Majesty appointed Feron
as Commander of the Red Guard.

He's not only family,
but a favourite, too.

And this Marcheaux.

He's bothered you before?

- Marcheaux doesn't scare me.
- That's not what I asked.

Look, D'Artagnan, Treville brought you
back to fight a different kind of war.

The danger facing Paris is the very
man who should be its protector.

It's Feron.

Why stay here?

We will not be driven out by
The Red Guards or Musketeers.

Do you trust anybody?

Every betrayal we ever
suffered started with trust.

You should get out while you still can.

Since you're so keen to remove
anything incriminating,

perhaps you should tear
the whole place down for us.

Well, let's start with
the stolen medical supplies.

Athos.

These were not here yesterday.

Someone wants you to hang.

Everyone wants us to hang.

Not everybody.

What's happened?

Oh, Clementine.

Short blade, under the ribs.

This is the work of a soldier.

Search the place!

They mustn't find these!

How did they find their way
through here?

Let's get out of here.

Whoever killed that woman
was not from the settlement.

Clementine.

Her name was Clementine.

She did not come here to be persecuted,

or to die alone. She came for sanctuary.

To live.

We will discover the truth, Sylvie.

Without these, Feron will have no proof
when he goes before the magistrate.

There is Leon.

The Red Guard may have beaten
him into a false confession.

Well, then, we must find him before
they hang the refugees on it.

- Where's Porthos?
- Following a hunch.

Following a hunch?

- It's a good one.
- No doubt.

Leave word for him.

Tell me. Hubert?

He died during the night.

Were you close?

He's my father.

I'm sorry.

The people of Saint-Antoine demand
swift justice, Monsieur Magistrate.

I fear for the stability of the
district if it is not forthcoming.

I will not proceed without
proof of the prisoners' guilt.

Proof may yet present itself.

The Musketeers found these
inside the settlement.

- Then the prisoners are guilty.
- No.

The sacks were put there after
their arrest, Your Honour.

Then, Your Honour, obviously
other refugees are involved.

They are bound together
by common grievances.

I doubt they would murder
one of their own.

Murder, Treville?

A woman of the settlement
named Clementine.

The Musketeers found her body
close to the hidden evidence.

Then perhaps the prisoners are innocent
and the real thieves are still at large?

Without doubt.

Further evidence against the
prisoners may still come to light.

Until it does,
there will be no executions.

But...

Everybody will abide by the rule of law.

Prisoners, ministers and governors.

One more.

How about that?

Again.

I believe that belongs to the King.

I've never killed a Musketeer.

You never will.

We need to get out of here.
More will come.

Let them come.

They're Musketeers.

I want the man
who led them here.

You think you can sell my grain

on the streets of Paris
and I won't know?

Wasn't I paying enough for the
use of your wagons, Nortier?

You have to steal from me, too?

Your greed

led the Musketeers straight to my store.

I'll pay you,

everything you've lost, more.

I grew up following the troops

across every stinking,
cesspit battlefield there was.

Fighting for scraps just to survive.

I learnt never to let anything go!

No.

No matter how hard
they bite, scratch, or tear,

you hold on to what is yours.

Take his horse to my stables.

Most of the Red Guard regiment
drinks there.

That's probably where they have Leon.

Well, there's
only one way to find out.

What?

- I can fight.
- I noticed.

It's for your own safety.

And ours.

She's your responsibility.

Can I assume Athos distrusts women?

He has good reason.

Tell me.

Athos was once a landowner with a title.

Gave it all up.

Because of a woman?

Partly.

But he's never been one
for power or privilege.

We could solve all of Paris'
problems tonight with one blow.

We're not on the battlefield now.

What about you?

Something tells me you're not
afraid of any woman.

Afraid? No.

Suspicious? Perhaps.

Well, don't you find me attractive?

Key.

I'm choosy about who kisses me.

Forgive me, it's been awhile.

- Can we start again?
- Turn around.

Sylvie.

Are you sure you want to do this?

You arrested
the refugees on false charges.

A good man died.

Won't your little wife be
wondering where you've got to?

You fabricated evidence,

killed an innocent woman
to cover your tracks,

took the prisoner Leon
when all else failed.

No doubt someone somewhere is
beating a confession out of him.

Where is he?

Leon.

You're a Red Guard.

One of Feron's spies.

Go back to the gutter, Sylvie.

We trusted you!

- Sylvie...
- Leon!

I will make sure that justice is done.

Do you really expect me to believe that?

After everything
that's happened to my friends?

My own father?

Take this burden upon yourself
and it will never lift.

Revenge yourself and a part
of you dies with him.

An honourable death.

What have you done?

He betrayed us, he betrayed my father!

You cannot do that!

We put this man inside the
settlement some months ago.

He's been most useful,

but too much time in low company
must have corrupted him.

He obviously saw an opportunity to
organise the theft of Beaufort's grain.

Blame the refugees.

It's over.

Do you take us for fools?

Your death will not be honourable.

Not today.

Not today.

Marcheaux is a disgrace to his uniform!

He should be court-martialed.

Whatever you think he may have
done, you don't have any proof.

You say the alleged
Red Guard agent is dead?

Shot by Captain Marcheaux.

An unfortunate accident.

The Musketeers' intervention was
directly responsible for the tragedy.

That's a lie.

The prisoners are to be released.

But where is the grain?

You want grain?

We've got plenty.

Will you tell
the King, Feron, or shall I?

Time to get up, darling.

The day's begun.

Mama is coming to get you.

Oh.

I didn't realise you were here.

Yes, I like to be here when he wakes up.

Come, give Papa a kiss.

Good morning, Papa.

Oh...

Doesn't my little prince
want his mama this morning?

Poor Mama.

I will leave you then.

I did not tell you, the Musketeers
have returned to Paris.

All four of them.

It seems the life of a celibate
monk didn't suit Aramis.

I'm sure we all
could've told him that.

Don't you think, my dear?

We're here on the
authority of Minister Treville.

The body of Hubert Bodin.

He's with God now.

Is that supposed to make up
for the life he had to endure?

He has his reward in heaven?

I'm sorry.

But one thing he taught me.

You do not make sense
of this world by God's will.

It is the will of man that
makes living a hell on earth.

It is only the will of men
that will change it.

He was a good teacher.

You don't have to go.

I'd be grateful
if you could stay with us.

Just for a minute.

I was mad to believe this
deception of yours would work!

We should have taken the King's
money when it was offered.

But, my dear sir, you've got your grain.

And Louis will pay you in the usual way.

The King wants a gesture.

He wants me to give it
to the people of Paris.

All of it!

The Musketeers have taken everything!

Feron and I will deal with them.

Did that creature just speak to me?

Did he have the audacity to
open his mouth in my presence

after everything he's put me through?

If I ever see you or that thing again,

you'll regret it.

I told you, Grimaud, he is
a favourite of the King's.

A very important man.

Are you listening to me?

Control at all times, Feron.

Thank you.

So, you mean to stay here?

Well, there's no reason to leave now.

Be careful.

I don't do careful.

You know where I am.

She told me she was choosy
about who she kisses.

- Well, she can't be that choosy.
- Quite the opposite.

I hear the people of Saint-Antoine

have you to thank for the
return of their stolen grain.

Huh.

I'd like to shake your hand.

Fine animal.

Andalusian?

Recently acquired, a bargain.

Practically stole it.

Have we met?

No, I am a concerned citizen.

Perhaps our paths will cross again.