The Three Musketeers Page #3

Planchet, my horse.

Gentlemen, my quarters.

Welcome to your quarters|D'Artagnan.

Get that man out of here!

He claims to be your landlord.

He is, monsieur Bonnasieux.

Just as I suspected.

He was telling the truth.

Well, get him out of here.

I can not abide landlords.

Please,|just a moment of your time.

I need you sir.

I live below you.

I am going away on a long journey

and won't be back for weeks.

I have a goddaughter|named Constance.

She is in danger sir.

In danger of what?

Well, she is one of|the queen's maids.

I suspect she is been followed|by Richelieu's men.

Richelieu's men are notorious|for their complete lack of taste.

I believe that.

I beg your pardon sir,

but the purposes are,|as I suspect, political.

But she is trusted, by the queen.

Well, I beg of you sir.

It won't be a matter of|any great inconvenience.

She comes home from the palace|only once or twice a week.

You can keep an eye on the street|from your windows.

And here.

You can keep an eye on our rooms.

Athos.

That all sounds|a little too convenient.

The floorboards, the Goddaughter, the danger

And my young friend has recently|distinguished himself

as an outstanding defender|of the throne.

It smells my dear landlord,|of Richelieu.

Now get out of here.

Oh, gentlemen.

Planchet! Remove this man.

I swear to you.

Monsieur D'Artagnan.

He rolls well.

Planchet!|Get me some nails and a hammer.

Maybe I can borrow some|from the landlord.

Hey!

Get out!

Oh monsieur, monsieur.|You come from heaven.

No, mademoiselle.

Just from upstairs.

Who ever you are, in the queens name I thank you.

And now please, please,|just for an instant.

Alright? Please.

Master, you're wounded.

Mortally, fatally, in the heart.

I shall get a physician.

I shall never recover.

Keep watch man.

I am on the queen's business.

Sorry monsieur, to be in such a hurry.

No greater hurry then I.

I love you.

What?|I love you. I love you.

Oh mademoiselle, inside me is a raging storm.

From the first instant|I behold you.

By the way, what's your name?

Constance.|Constance.

Oh, Constance.

My all.

My all.

My blood rages like a torrent.

My heart beats like a drum.

I come from the end of the earth to employ you.

I thought you said|you came from upstairs.

R from you as that is what it takes to be at the end of

You're mad.

No, don't stop.

Lace me off my back|while you are talking.

I'm your servant,|your subject, your slave.

Your pleasure is my life.

Your will, my law.

My life is yours.

My heart, my sword.

Anything you demand.

My last drop of blood.

Why do I have to|style out oasis?

I didn't do very well, did I?

I was only trying to say|I love you.

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