The Three Musketeers

Well, you're not|just some pumpkin.

Some son of a country boar.

You're a gentleman.

Remember that|when you get to Paris.

A D'Artagnan from Gastonny is

as much a gentleman|as anybody else.

Maybe more so.|Yes, father.

Now I give you this letter|for monsieur De Treville,

he is a Gaston.

He's captain|of the King's musketeers.

I can't give you anything else.

A little advice.

A few crowns.

A horse.

A horse?

A great black horse?

A horse, yes.

It's not the horse.|It's not the money.

It's that letter to|monsieur De Treville.

And remember above all|that you are a D'Artagnan.

Your honor is your treasure.

And you are nothing from any man.

I've taught you the sword.

Now alright.

The slightest insult.

The smallest spoke.

My son.

Father.

I shall endure nothing sir|from any man!

Bye...

Boy!

My horse.

Boy!

My horse.

You find me amusing?

Perhaps you will find three feet|of steel even more amusing.

If you are trying to be|as funny as your horse.

You haven't a chance.

I endure no such remarks|from any man.

Watch him fender.

Monsieur?

Forgive me My Lady,|there will be a short delay,

while I dispose of|this local fire pot.

Which is more important?

Richelieu's mission|or your petty quarrels?

How do you know|he's one of the King's spies?

But my Lady, I...

Sir, I await your pleasure.

Must I arrange everything?

Soldier, if he has any papers;|destroy them.

Yes, my Lady.

"MUSKETEERS HEADOUARTERS"

Where do I find|monsieur De Treville,

captain of the King's musketeers?

Inside, up the stairs.

What am I going to do with you?

As a King's musketeer Aramis,|you'd make a fine priest.

And you Porthas.

A fine structure|to hang pretty clothes on.

With Athos.

Ill captain. Very ill. Mortally ill.

Then recapture me.

What do you want?

A monsieur D'Artagnan.|He has no letter.

Then why are you bothering me?

He's a Gaston sir.

Show him in.

The three of you brawling.

Getting yourself arrested.

By three of Richelieu's guards.

When you weren't even outnumbered.

The King is humiliated.

Forgive me captain, I am late.

You are wounded.

Who told the King|we weren't outnumbered?

He was lying.

Tell me who said it|and I will cut him...

I will address you,|or report the affair to the King.

My apologies, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Monsieur De Treville.

I ask one favor, my captain.

Let mine be the hand that|avenges these men.

I have a bad cough.

These three men happen to be|the three best swordsman in Paris.

I think Gaston;|they can take care of themselves.

What is it you want?

To be a musketeer.

I admire your spirit, but you have|come to me without even a letter.

I had a letter.

It was stolen.

Oh, that swine, if I get my...|Quietly, quietly.

What happened?

Well Sir, it was at Desacres.

A great tall,|ugly man with a scar.

Was he alone?

There was a Lady in a carriage.

A very beautiful lady.

Did he speak her name?

No sir, he called her a Lady,|but...

Do you know them sir?

She's back.

I beg you. Tell me their name.

I am going to the King.

D'Artagnan, a man is sometimes known|by the enemies he makes.

You will receive an appointment|to the cadets.

In due time you may perhaps|be admitted to the musketeers.

Monsieur!

Captain, my gratitude.

I...

...then tarnish.

Clumsy, big-footed idiot!

You are addressing|a future musketeer.

A future musketeer?

If you get the cackle birds|out of your hair perhaps.

And the barn yard|out of your manners.

I resent that.

Well, I shall give you|every opportunity

to put your resentment|behind the Luxembourg at noon.

Willingly sir.

The duchess gentlemen.

The duchess is swooned by feet.

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