The Return of the Musketeers Page #3

Serving Mazarin?

He's vain, greedy,

Italian and the queen's lover.

What sort of cardinal is that?

I suppose your next sermon

will be on poverty and chastity.

I never preach. Not since a gentleman

laughed at one of my sermons.

I said a mass for his soul.

Aha! You're still a swordsman, huh?

Not for cardinal Mazarin.

[ sighing ]

Oh, well, I'll just

have to try Porthos.

[ shouting ] Planchet! Where are you?

Shh, not that way.

Porthos is a very

rich man these days.

He married the great

estate in Picardy.

Help me with this, will you?

You won't tempt him.

Oh, I can talk Porthos

into anything. You'll see.

Planchet!

Shhh!

[ D'Artagnan ]

Sorry. Come and hold this rope ladder.

[ grunting ]

I've got it.

oh, yes, it's all mine.

Farms, pastures, miles of it.

These peaches are delicious.

From my own orchard.

Gettin' closer, you know.

[ Porthos ] Wherever it is, somewhere.

This vintage, exquisite.

My grapes are the envy of the

province, so they tell me.

And the air.

Oh, yes, my own air.

You like it?

Fragrance of money.

Ha, ha, happy Porthos!

No, my friend, unhappy.

I have neighbours, you see.

Rustic gentry, poor as mice

but with ancestors and titles.

I am plain monsieur

Porthos, so they snub me.

Oh, I've killed a couple of 'em.

[ gun cocking ]

But even that gets me no invitations.

So depressing.

Oh, god almighty.

You need action.

Service, sir.

A sword in your hand again.

And cardinal Mazarin

can provide it.

He'd give you a title, baron Porthos.

What would your neighbours

say then, huh? Baron?

Me? A nobleman?

With a silver crest on me coach.

Uh-huh!

By god! That'd show 'em!

Oh!

I thought it was going quite well.

You say Aramis refused to join us?

Incredible, a man of his

gifts skulking in a nunnery.

Athos is bound to come when

he knows I've agreed. I hope so.

Aramis tells me he's changed, since

he adopted a son a few years ago.

No more drinking or brawling.

Just a quiet country gentleman.

Deplorable!

It's hard to imagine. Athos

growing old at peace with the world.

[ Porthos laughing ]

You can take your summons,

soak it in wine and choke on it.

- You time-serving --

- Bring him down.

Bring him down, arrest him, bind him.

Athos, comte De la Fer, I summons

you on charges of riot, disturbance --

...Summons on me, you fool!

That man there, your father,

is he mad?

- Speak, man.

- My father's drunk.

I'm studying the relation of the planets.

Conversation with either of us is useless.

- Come back tomorrow.

- Summon the guard.

Summon the guard!

As far as I'm concerned,

I've served my summons.

- Oh!

- You can arrest him.

That one there!

Go on!

Oooh!

Aaah!

[ grunting ]

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes