The Three Musketeers

It is the dawn of the 17th century.

After the assassination of his father,

the young King Louis XIII

ascends to the French throne.

His once peaceful nation

is surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Within the borders of France itself,

Cardinal Richelieu, the King's advisor,

plots in secret to seize power for himself.

The inexperienced Louis

and his new bride, Queen Anne,

find themselves without a single friend.

Europe is a powder keg waiting to explode

in a war that will engulf

the entire continent.

And only a few men

can prevent the coming apocalypse.

Move out!

Halt!

Don't.

Getting careless?

The feeling is mutual.

For future reference, "I love you"

would have been a more suitable reply.

Could have just said, "Hello."

What would be the fun in that?

- How was the bishop?

- Not as good as you.

You are incorrigible.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

But, sir! Remember I am a lady!

Let me touch your bosom.

Sir, keep your hands to yourself!

Hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on earth

as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

Amen.

That's enough wine, I can assure...

- What?

- Key.

You mean this key?

Who are you?

- I'm not a priest.

- I'm not really a lady.

I have 1 0 minutes.

There once was an aunt from Lorraine.

With an incredible tolerance for pain.

She had a nasty habit

Involving a chicken, a frog, and a rabbit

I expected more

from a man of your reputation.

I don't suppose you have any idea

where I could find Athos and Aramis?

Never heard of them.

You French spies.

You're very, very arrogant. And foolish.

And you're so...

Sexy?

Lt's a wonder it took me so long

to catch you.

You didn't!

I beg your pardon?

You didn't catch me.

And what exactly are you doing here?

Catching you.

Key.

Vive la France!

Da Vinci's Vault.

Leonardo designed it to protect

the plans of his greatest inventions.

Shall we?

Now.

Your part's done. Why don't you stay back?

We'll meet at the rally point.

We came together,

we leave together.

I'll go.

Wait, wait.

Too easy.

- Pressure plates under the floor.

- Oh!

- I could scale the walls.

- Run a cable along the roof.

- Could be booby-trapped, too.

- Hmm.

Well? We don't have all night.

You're absolutely certain

there are no hidden passages?

And no secret tunnels?

Positive, sir. lt's a vault.

One way in, one way out.

Excellent! I want these Musketeers dead!

I want them dead!

The guards change in two minutes,

maybe less.

Less!

What now?

- C'est la vie?

- No.

Contingency plan.

Got it.

Athos, you do know what's up there?

Just hold your breath.

Get out!

Hey! Get back down there! Now!

Go ahead, say it!

I love you.

I hate to ruin the mood,

but perhaps we could go elsewhere?

You know, for once I think

the padre may be right.

All for one.

And one for all.

So, what's next?

Back to Paris, I guess.

And then what?

Wherever they send us,

whatever France needs.

Lt's who we are. lt's what we do.

I do love you.

I know.

Then please try and understand

that this isn't personal.

Lt's strictly business.

He made me a better offer.

Ah! Athos.

Buckingham.

A toxin.

In case you were wondering, it wasn't

in your drink, it was on your cup.

Inactive until it came into contact

with the liquid.

Don't worry.

Lt isn't fatal.

Although I suspect

a part of you wishes it was.

You take all the risk and I get the reward.

Hardly seems fair.

Well, just so you don't leave empty-handed,

a word of advice.

Trust no one, especially women.

You'll live longer.

Telling him you loved him

right before you betrayed him.

I must say, that was cruel,

even by my standards.

I only took away his prize.

You took a lot more than that.

At last, the war machine.

Look down.

Lt's a trick an old friend taught me.

Your adversary will not always be

as noble as you.

Remember that,

and I have nothing left to teach you.

I doubt that, Father.

Keep it.

Lt's passed down from generation

to generation, from father to son.

Lt's yours now.

The weapon of a Musketeer.

The real weapon of a Musketeer

is here.

All for one.

And one for all.

You remind me of somebody.

Let me guess. You.

No, no.

The man I wish I was when I was your age.

Well, you should really be on your way.

Take this purse. There's 1 5 crowns in it.

Lt's enough to get you to Paris.

And you'll need a mount.

Your mother's insisting you take Buttercup.

- I know it's not much, and...

- It's plenty.

Take care of yourself, my son.

Try not to get into any fights.

If I'm to be a Musketeer, I think I might

have to do a little bit of fighting.

Stay at the back if you can.

Yes, Mother.

- There's one more piece of advice.

- I know, I know. Don't get into any trouble.

Wrong.

Get into trouble.

Make mistakes.

Fight, love, live.

And remember, always,

you're a Gascon and our son.

Now go. Go.

In the name of God,

what kind of beast is that?

And the beast he's riding

doesn't look much either.

- Ostler.

- Sir?

- Please see that my horse is watered and fed.

- Oh!

Lt's a horse, is it?

My friends here thought it was a cow.

Excuse me.

See, I know you men

are just kidding around.

Buttercup,

well, she gets a little sensitive.

I'm afraid I must ask you to apologize.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not in the habit

of apologizing to Gascon yokels.

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