The Musketeer Page #3

This is not the first time

a Musketeer needed rescuing.

Something amuses you?

This coach, for one.

And those pathetic horses,

for another.

Not to mention your clothes.

You see,

everyone is rude here.

Paris is the rudeness

capital of the world.

- Move this trash.

- Not until you apologize

to my horses.

Apologize to your horses?

They're very sensitive.

You've hurt their feelings.

Be thankful that's all

we do. Now move.

You really don't

seem to understand.

I can't leave

until you apologize

to my horses.

Do you know who we are?

No. Do you know

who I am? Good.

No.

In their hearts,

I believe they wanted

to apologize.

For a moment, I thought

you planned to talk them

into unconsciousness.

Ow!

Ohh!

- You!

- Me?

A Cardinal's Guard.

I said he was spying--

If I were

a Cardinal's Guard,

you'd be dead.

And so would you.

Perhaps.

For certain.

Standing like this,

we're likely to attract

some attention.

What do you suggest?

That you trust me.

A stranger?

Dressed as a Cardinal's Guard?

You're not in

the spirit of this, are you?

What are you doing here?

Freeing Treville.

How? Trade a barrel of wine for him?

You'll be outnumbered

15 to 1.

Or 15 to 3.

We're drunks, not fools.

Why risk your life?

You're not one of us.

From what I've seen,

I'm more a Musketeer

than either of you.

- Yes?

- Wine from the Cardinal.

The Cardinal?

Yes.

Leave it.

- Who was it?

- Someone delivering wine...

from the Cardinal.

A gift from the Cardinal?

Don't open it!

Well, we wanted to see

how good you are.

And?

You're quite good.

You're gonna need

to be better.

Revile?

Here! Over here!

The keys.

Which key?

Guess.

It is in your interest

to provide a hint.

If I guess wrong,

Monsieur Treville

will slice your throat.

I couldn't bear the guilt.

The black one.

Wise choice.

- Whoa!

- Planchet. My old friend.

- You are too old for this.

- No, we are too old for this.

If you are with Planchet,

- then you must be--

- D'Artagnan, sir.

'At your service.

D'Artagnan.

Aw, home sweet home.

Forced into hiding.

Is this any better

than prison?

Well, the food will be.

D'Artagnan,

I'm afraid you have joined us

at not a very propitious time.

It was my timing.

Well, then, old friend,

you have brought him to us

when we're not at our best.

No, I brought him

when he was most needed.

Oh, yes. I can see how

D'Artagnan's arrival signals

an end to all our problems.

Well, we can at least drink

to this evening's work.

And if they come

to take you again?

Then I shall go

and see the King in person...

and not rot

in the Cardinal's jail.

To a job well done.

We have our own toast.

D'Artagnan, draw your sword.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes