The Musketeers (2014–2016): Season 3, Episode 3 - Brothers in Arms - full transcript

Did you try to stall them?

Write to Lorraine,

tell my brother-in-law that these
letters will reach our friends.

And have my courier meet me
at the tavern in Paris.

Go, you idiot. Run.

You are a heavy sleeper, monsieur.

How dare you wake me
in the middle of the night?

The King wants to see you.

Am I in trouble?

All we know is we must get you
to the palace without delay.

- Why such urgency?
- Pull up your hood.



Come on, Christophe.

Josephine said it would be all right.

My wife has a good heart.

Sylvie and her friends
just need a small place to meet in.

Your friends are trouble.

This man has fallen. He needs help.

Get him a chair.

That's it, man.
It's all right. It's all right.

Oh, now, easy, easy.

Would that Musketeer
be one of your friends?

Easy does it. Right, that's okay.

- Away from me.
- Have some wine.

Have some wine.

I've been robbed!



Hey!

Come here!

Stop! Stop!

You cannot kill me.

I'm the Duke of Orleans.

The King's brother.

We're leaving now.

We will come back.

Athos is Captain of the Musketeers.

He will keep his word.

Lower your weapons, soldiers.

Get him out of here.

Go.

Get out.

I'm sorry.

Philippe. Brother.

Praise God.

Oh, it's a family reunion, look.

Gaston!

Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Barely five minutes in Paris

and already three men are dead.

Why are you here?

This man is a murderer.

This fool and his friends
dragged me from my bed

at an ungodly hour
without ceremony or reason,

said that the King has sent for me.

The King.

I fell from my horse
through near exhaustion.

They forced me into that
tavern, where I'm attacked.

Robbed.

I feared for my very life.

Three innocent bystanders
are dead because of you.

You did nothing to protect me.

And the King will hear of it.

Let us see what he wants with you
first, shall we? Together. Come.

The King placed the Duke in our custody.

A decision he may live
to regret, don't you think?

Come.

I left a good, clean war for this?

Hiya!

This is madness!

Why bring the Duke of Orleans
back after all this time?

It's political insanity.

I'm sure the King has his reasons.

Yes, which I do not have to share.

Hurry up!

The Duke will be here soon!

Need I remind Your Majesty,

you exiled him
for plotting to overthrow you.

Your own brother.

Treville believes
that Gaston cannot be trusted.

I can keep my own counsel on
who can and cannot be trusted.

- Where are the Musketeers?
- No matter.

Gaston is here now.

Three years.

What have you been doing in that time?

Hoping for this day
above all others, Majesty.

Just to stand
in your presence once more.

Of course, I never dared believe
it would actually happen, but...

Time to build bridges, brother.

Did you know about this?

No...

But neither did you.

Isn't that interesting? Hmm?

Bravo, well done. Congratulations.

What a performance, Gaston.

But where are you now?

This mask of innocence and civility

does not fit you very well.

- I don't understand.
- No?

Of course you don't.

It appears His Majesty intends
to keep you with us for a while.

And why not?

We are reunited.

I hope so.

But, if not,

he will come to me. Hmm?

Who robbed him?

It was packed to the rafters,
it could have been one of many.

He should have never have been
brought back in the first place.

- Why didn't you inform me?
- You're not the Captain any more.

If I were, I'd keep to the Garrison

and not ride out with my men
at every opportunity.

The King gave me a direct order.

The King is not himself!

You need to start thinking like a
leader, Athos, not just a soldier.

And we must tell each other everything.

This inn, the men were all war veterans.

They'll want justice.

I cannot comprehend the
King's behaviour these days.

But I'll try to reason with him.

Stop!

Here.

Leave yourself open
like that and you're dead.

This is not a game, do you understand?

Do you understand?

Head over heart, every time. All right?

Good. Good?

Again!

What is your business here?

What is yours, Captain?

My quarters are not your domain.

You will leave this instant.

- But, Your Majesty, Governor Feron...
- Quiet!

I did not give you permission to speak.

I am no fool, Marcheaux.

I know that you spy on me.

And if I see you here again,
I will have you arrested.

Your Majesty.

Never seen you
in such a rage, Your Majesty.

You've barely seen me at all.

The garrison keeps me so busy.

Forgive me, of course it does.

It's just...

I had few friends
before Gaston's arrival.

Soon I'll have none.

You'll always have me. And Treville.

And my Musketeers.

I'm glad they're back.

For your sake.

And d'Artagnan's.

When will the garrison be
blessed with its first child?

I'm not sure it ever will.

Why?

I see babies going hungry.

I tell mothers their husbands
aren't coming home from the war.

It's one thing to be a Musketeer's wife,

I don't know if I'm brave enough
to be a Musketeer's widow.

And I know I don't want to
raise a Musketeer's orphan.

Constance.

I forget how protected
I am here in the Palace.

If the Duke would just
apologise to these soldiers.

Absolutely not.

They're animals. Took my money.

Quite right.

It is the thief who caused
this tragedy in the first place.

Root them out, Treville.

Recover what was stolen.

That won't be necessary.

I'm afraid I must insist.

- Majesty...
- Soldiers respect the chain of command,

Treville, you know this.

Show them a strong hand.

Find the thief,

and bring him before me.

Did you see anything?

I saw an aristocrat
murder three innocent men

while the four of you just stood by.

- That isn't the question.
- That's the only question.

What were you doing
with a group of soldiers?

I like soldiers.

I see that you do.

Aramis, now is not the time.

We're just talking.

Did you steal the Duke's purse?

Three men are dead.

And your only concern
is a murderer's money?

We have orders from the King.

Orders to do what?

Terribly interesting.

The King seems to have lost
all confidence in his wife.

Rarely have I seen a marriage
with so little intimacy.

So little life.

She must have heard the rumours.

The King is going to make Gaston
part of the Royal Council.

She must feel terribly alone.

What is Louis up to?

My hands, Georges.

They're numb.

It will pass.

Will it? Perhaps.

I need your help, Feron, or I'm lost.

My purse contained letters from
the Duke of Lorraine and I

to our allies across France.

This is the Gaston that I know.

Tell me, these letters,

I imagine they weren't
the cordial affairs

in which you praised the King's virtues?

Come on, tell me.

What mischief
did you and Lorraine propose?

Extortion? Theft?

Surely not the raising of an army?

I thought the King was my enemy.

How was I to know
we'd be brothers again?

Well, your reunion
is going to be short lived

if he ever sees those letters.

You must get them back.

If you help me,

I will be in your debt.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Philippe?

You've come to make an arrest?

The King leaves us
with no military pension.

His brother murders our friends.

And now this.

You can't demand justice if you
won't deliver it yourselves.

The men we bury tomorrow,

they fought for the King with us,

on the worst day of the war,

a Burgundy.

But later that same day,

we learned His Majesty had been
buying thoroughbreds for his stables.

The King is grateful for the
infantry's sacrifice at Burgundy.

The thief betrayed us and our
friends, Leopold. Remember that.

He's dead to me, Captain.

You're giving in to them?

Holding them to their word.

I'll find the culprit,

but in return,

the King will put his brother on trial.

"The King is grateful"?

What else could I say?

We both know
there will never be a trial.

It seems our visit has stirred
the thief's conscience.

They want to hand themselves over
to us after the funeral tomorrow.

Along with the Duke's stolen documents.

He didn't lose money, he was lying.

I told you everything I remember.

I couldn't see who took the purse and
I didn't get anywhere near the Duke.

Who did?

There were so many of them.

Very well.

Inform the Duke's allies
that all is well.

And get out of my sight.

Thank you, Lucien.

The Cerberus is due any day.

I'm negotiating with buyers
for our shipment.

And you disturb me with this.

Gaston's treachery
is of little interest to me.

But his letters...

His letters implicate

a dozen supposedly
loyal nobles in a plot

against the King.

That's a list of names worth owning.

Oh, you see the opportunity?

If we can acquire them we'll
control far more than the Duke.

I think I'll have Marcheaux
arrest everybody at the tavern.

No.

Do not confront them on their own
territory. These men are dangerous.

And what do you suggest?

Strike when they are weakest.

Grief is a great distraction.

Any idea who this thief could be?

We'll know soon enough.

Can we pay our respects first?

"With the Lord at your back

"you need not fear the
destruction that wastes at noon.

"He will cover you

"with his feathers

"and under his wings

"you will find refuge.

"You will not fear the terror of night

"nor the arrow that flies by day.

"A thousand...

"A thousand men..."

A thousand men may fall at your side.

Excuse me.

That man.

Who is he?

Lucien Grimaud.

He kindly met the cost of this service.

"A thousand men may fall at your side.

"Ten thousand at your right hand.

"But none shall come near you.

"Because you have
made the Lord your refuge,

"and the most high,

"your dwelling place."

This is a house of God!

These men are to be arrested by
order of the Duke of Orleans.

You really have no shame, do you?

The shame belongs to
whoever stole from the Duke.

But since they will not come forward,

we'll flog everyone to get the truth.

It is Orleans who should be flogged!

And his bastard brother.

- Treason.
- Hold.

- Hold!
- Get back!

Calm down.

- No, no, no, no!
- If we were armed...

Don't give them a reason to fire. Don't.

Enough!

Withdraw, Captain.

I am your Minister.

And I order you. Withdraw.

Christophe.

- Christophe...
- Get your hands off me.

You brought that monster into my
home, all this is your fault.

These men are trying to help.

I should never have listened to you.

I should have killed them all
when I had the chance.

Four of ours have been taken,
we march on the Palace,

take one of theirs.

Orleans!

Return to the tavern for the weapons.

Yeah!

- We should go after them.
- No.

Come with me.

If it wasn't for that little wretch,

I'd be next in line to the throne.

Childhood, such a perilous time.

So much tragedy can just

occur.

So far, the King has refused
to listen to me.

If all of you bear witness,

he will understand the
severity of this situation.

Why is my son out here with you?

Majesty.

The King, he is asleep,

but he wanted the Dauphin and his two
uncles to become the best of friends.

And how can you be friends
when he is over there

and you're here?

Who are you to question us?

She is our Queen, Gaston.

And you'd do well to remember that you
have only just returned from exile.

While you have gone
into a kind of exile, Majesty.

It seems as if the King
cares for nothing but his son.

My son and husband
share many enthusiasms.

But when he's grown,

he may not love
the same people as his father.

Majesty.

Treville and his Musketeers,
they stopped us.

They've gone to the King.

I must go, too.

- I'll come with you.
- No.

Show Her Majesty that you can
be friends with the Dauphin.

And try not to frighten the boy.

The Duke ordered the Red Guard
to attack that church.

Did he have your authority?

But he was robbed.

Majesty, this is about more than money.

Your own war heroes are arming
themselves to march on the Palace.

Then we must slaughter them.

There are men just like these
in every borough of Paris.

What will they do when they hear how
the King treats their brothers?

Majesty, this is a fire
that must never be lit.

Force the Duke to show remorse.

- Make a public apology.
- Enough.

You do not tell me what to do, Treville.

Now, get these Musketeers out
of my quarters immediately.

Oh...

When I returned to Paris, it felt like
four years had passed in a moment.

And now, it feels like forever.

He's big.

He's grown so tall.

Why are you here?

To stand witness
against the Duke of Orleans.

Then do so.

Majesty.

You'd have me give up my own brother!

My first responsibility is to my family.
My legacy.

There will be no legacy if any more
of these men die at your hands!

If you will not hear me,
then dismiss me!

You would abandon me again, Treville?

Many people in Paris
think you have abandoned them.

I have not abandoned anybody,
it is I who has been abandoned.

I have the white plague, Treville.

This is my last summer.

I was nine years old when
my father was assassinated.

I can scarcely recall
the sound of his voice.

My son will be just six.

I must spend every possible moment
with him or he will forget me.

The Queen would never
allow that to happen.

Gaston is my blood.

He will take his place
by the Dauphin's side.

Make sure the child remembers
his heritage and his father.

That's why you brought him back.

Half of Paris hates him already.

The other half will soon follow.

Make a gesture
to keep the peace, Treville.

Gaston must never bow down to a mob,
he must stay strong for my son.

And the Queen?

You are a dear friend, Treville.

But if you say anything to her
or anyone else,

I will hang you
without a moment's hesitation.

Now, stop this from becoming
any more of a disaster.

I'm going to spend time with my son.

The King wants me to speak
to these men on his behalf.

That's not a good idea.

They blame us, Treville...

I have to contain this before it spreads.

I will speak to them
as a soldier, not a Minister.

What's happened?

They saw us help them against
the Red Guard, they'll listen to me.

You're going alone?

If I go with you, it will provoke them.

Go without us, they might kill you.

If they reach the Palace,
we'll kill all of them.

I cannot risk any more blood
on Royal hands.

I'm coming with you.

I thought we were
telling each other everything.

You shouldn't have come here.

No! Christophe! Don't do this.

Minister Treville
is the King's closest advisor.

His friend.

He's come to negotiate,
you can trust him.

I was a soldier.

Like all of you.

A long time ago.

Listen,

the King regrets all that's happened.

He'll grant compensation.

We want much more than money now.

And we don't need you to get it.

The Palace guards know you're coming.

It's a suicide mission.

They have 10 times your number.

They'll wipe you out within 100 paces.

- Just cut their throats.
- This is not what you do.

You've never seen me in war.

You have no idea what I can do.

You cannot win. Christophe...

If we stand down now, no one
will ever know what happened.

But we will know.

That's not enough, Josephine!

Not any more.

Too many of our men lie
in unmarked graves,

or live impoverished on these streets.

We fought.

We bled.

We died for this King.

Don't throw your lives away.

One hundred paces?

Tell me.

What would the King give

to get his friend back?

Tie them, tight.

- The Palace.
- We're not going to the Palace.

They will come to us.

All here.

Get word to the Musketeers Garrison.

Tell them we have the Minister.

How is this going to end?

When I finally get my hands on him.

The death of the thief
who took the Duke's purse.

Where's the Minister and my Musketeer?

You won't see them until you've
taken our demands to the King.

This is never going to happen.

It'll happen in one hour.

- Or your friends die.
- Stand down.

We can still end this peacefully.

This will end!

But whether or not it is peaceful?

That's up to you.

One hour.

You stay here.

If we granted even half of what
they're asking for it would ruin us!

A mass?

Full pensions for thousands
of injured soldiers

who can't even work let alone fight?

Majesty, they were injured
fighting for you.

They want me to go down there.

- Impossible.
- Your return has caused chaos.

Men are dead, the King's
reputation has been tarnished...

- I am an innocent victim.
- Innocent?

Stop! Both of you.

Give the word, Majesty.

The Red Guard will
raze the tavern to the ground

and destroy every one of those traitors.

Porthos and Treville will be killed.

A strong possibility that I will do
everything in my power to prevent.

We're running out of time, Majesty.

Give me control of this situation.

You cannot risk Treville's life.

He is your friend.

Do not make me go down there, Majesty.

They'll tear me apart.

Good.

It's settled then.

The Red Guard will attack the barricade,

and we'll end this outrage
as swiftly as it began.

Before we resort to that,

I'd like permission to attempt a rescue.

And if your rescue plan fails, Captain?

You attack them
with everything you have.

But try to save Treville.

What does the king intend?

He has agreed to a rescue attempt.

He'll do everything in his
power to protect the Duke.

Good.

The Governor says
that the only way to make sure

that those letters are never found,

is to destroy those men.

Then why are they still breathing?

Red Guard are only authorised to attack

if the Musketeers' rescue fails.

It will fail.

I'll see to that.

There'll be a signal.

Don't attack until you hear it.

Stay calm.

Make sure they can see us at all times.
No sudden movements.

What are you doing? Lower your pistol.

No one is to draw a weapon

- without my order.
- Sorry, sir.

Look to your left,

now your right...

A Musketeer is never alone, Brujon.

Remember that.

The Duke won't come.

Maybe not.

Aristocrats.

Always stand at the edge of battle

watching better men
lay down their lives.

Hmm, yeah...

Yeah, but this isn't what it is, is it?

A battle.

Men like us know the difference.

A fight is all we've got left.

- Let Porthos go.
- No.

I never walk away from a fight.

This is not how
you change things, Christophe.

You both know,

the enemy never gives you victory.

You have to take it from them.

We're not your enemy.

If I untie you,

put a weapon in your hands,

will you join us?

That's what I thought.

You know they're right.

They're just trying to
talk their way out of this.

I don't believe you'd kill them.

Not in cold blood.

You're a good man.

"A good man?"

I am a man of my word.

And if our own demands
are not met within one hour,

I will shoot them both.

Believe that.

I need to know
our men are alive, Christophe.

On your feet. Outside.

Make it quick, Captain.

Treville?

As soon as I give the word, the King will
organise an emergency council meeting.

It'll be over soon, my friend.

Until then,

be strong as you were at Alsace.

Tell the King they're alive.

Put the prisoners in the windows.

Good.

Porthos knows. They're ready.

What happened at Alsace?

Porthos got himself captured
by the Spanish regiment.

We had to get him out.

So, we came in through the
tunnels right underneath.

Resourceful.

Reckless.

Ready?

Ready.

Stand by, Brujon. It's time.

I knew it.

Return fire!

They need to work on their shooting.

Now!

Still got it, I see?

Most of it.

Let's see what those
Musketeers are made of.

That's the signal.

I see now that the King
will give us nothing.

Christophe.

No!

Defend yourselves!

Argh!

Oh, no!

- Let us help them.
- Without us they'll be slaughtered.

Go! Go!

Covering fire!

Move, move, move! Fall back! Fall back!

Come here. Come here.

Head down! Go! Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Marcheaux!

He won't listen!

- This attack has no legitimacy!
- Remember!

He has direct orders from the King.

He will kill us all, no questions asked.

We fight him.

Together.

Together.

How much gun powder do you have?

- Two barrels inside.
- I'll go.

I should be the one in my grave.

This is my fault.

You're the thief?

Christophe believes
this place pays for itself.

It never has.

Ever since he was discharged,

the only way to keep
debtors at bay is to...

Pick pockets of men like Gaston.

Only this time there was
no money, just letters.

I meant to give you them
after the funeral.

These could bring Orleans down
once and for all.

If Christophe finds out what
I've been doing all this time,

it'll destroy him.

Yes, well, we may be dead before then.

Keep them firing!

Now!

They're reloading.

- Now!
- Fire!

Powder!

I'm out!

Fire!

We're outgunned!

Is there another way out?

We're trapped.

Whatever happens, I've got your back.

I know.

Draw swords!

You are interfering
with the King's orders.

A coward hides behind his orders.

A man steps out in front of them.

You are no man, are you?

Round them all up.

As you can see, Captain,

I am safe now.

Minister, I am relieved.

Crawl back to the Governor.

Josephine!

You're cold.

I always thought I would be the
one left alone in the world.

I'm so sorry, Christophe.

You have no reason to be sorry, my love.

You stood by me.

All these years.

Through all those wars.

I let you down.

I...

You fought bravely, Josephine.

You kept your honour.

You both did.

The Duke was carrying
these when he entered the tavern.

He and many others were
raising an army against you.

If you won't punish him
for what he did to those men,

surely you'll punish him for this.

It is the soldiers who ought to be brought
to justice, rising up in such a way.

This city is full of soldiers.

Take against them,

and next time it won't be
20 men who rise up, but 200.

Then one thousand.

Very well, the soldiers
will not be punished.

Gaston acted out of fear.

It's still a treason.

And he is still my brother.

Surely you're not going to forgive him?

I'm returning to exile?

No. No, you'll be staying here in Paris.

But not here at the palace.

The Bastille.

By order of Governor Feron.

Who do you think she's come to see?

Athos.

Strange choice, though.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I told Christophe you could be trusted.

Took you long enough.

You proved me right in the end.

- You doubted me.
- Not for a second.

Probably shouldn't kiss
a captain in front of his men.

Hmm...

Most of them are boys. Not even men.

Get out, Feron.

I have no need
of a bastard's friendship.

Good morning, Gaston.

I am the son of a King, just like you.

You are frail. Weak.

True, I also have no heart.

Very dangerous combination.

My dear Gaston, only a fool would mistake
physical infirmity for weakness.

When I'm released, yours is
the first throat I'll cut.

You are everything
I took you for, Gaston.

And much, much, less.

I'll leave you to reflect.

Perhaps I'll name you.

Tell the King how you were
only too keen to help me.

And perhaps you will
suffocate in your sleep,

choke on your breakfast,

or bleed out cutting your finger on one
of those letters you love to write.

The future has many
possibilities, Gaston.

And all of them end in death.

We should both take this time

to consider that.