The Three Musketeers Page #2

Not to me.

To my horse.

You've hurt her feelings.

And if I don't?

I shall have to kill you.

You shot me!

Most observant of you, young man.

But the real question is,

why are you not dead?

Flesh wound.

Sight must be off.

Who takes care of my pistols?

Captain Rochefort, I...

Whoa, whoa, steady.

Wouldn't want to dirty my blade

with peasant blood.

So, boy,

consider this a lesson.

Your last.

No.

He's too pretty for that.

As you wish, Milady.

Rochefort, come.

We're expected in Paris.

Thank you.

Make way!

I think you've had enough.

Where's my tankard?

Excuse me!

You think you're better than me?

No.

Watch yourself, boy!

All for one.

Excuse me!

- Sorry! I'm sorry!

- Are you blind?

Look, I'm chasing after a man

who insulted my horse

and tried to kill me, so let me go!

That's not good enough.

You spilled my drink and ruined my shirt.

I'm in a hurry.

- Here.

- 1 0 sous?

- Who do you think you're talking to?

- The town drunk, from the smell of you.

Now that, my boy, is fighting talk.

- What are you saying exactly?

- Blind and deaf.

Fortunately for you,

I'm somewhat of a doctor.

Great! When can you fit me in?

I'll be there.

Excuse me!

I just can't decide.

Well, if I might point out,

this does make you look very dignified,

whereas the blue one

brings out your dashing side.

Equally important.

Dignified. Dashing.

In the words of King

Solomon, I'll take both!

A most excellent choice, sir.

Darling, you spoil me.

I don't know how I shall ever repay you.

- Watch yourself!

- My apologies.

Matter of life and death. Won't happen

again. Believe you dropped this.

This isn't mine.

I saw the lady hand this to you,

I'm not blind.

Are you implying that

I take money from this woman?

Are you saying that I cannot afford to pay

for my own wardrobe?

Do you know who I am?

No!

Then we're even.

You're in luck, boy.

Ordinarily, I would slaughter you on the

spot, but this is a brand-new jacket.

Cooper's Yard, St. Germain, 1:00.

I suggest you dress for a funeral!

What?

- Lottery!

- There you go.

Lottery ticket, sir?

Might be your lucky day!

What the hell?

Hey! Hey!

What is this?

Lt's a citation.

Lt's a ticket.

Failure to remove animal bowel movements

from public area.

French.

Your horse took a dump on the street.

You're joking.

That's what they all say.

You know what?

Cooper's Yard, St. Germain, 2:00.

Strange boy.

Milady de Winter!

Close game, Your Eminence.

- Hmm.

- Who's the opponent?

Myself. No one else proved to be

a sufficient challenge.

Hmm.

What news of England?

He's coming.

- Buckingham?

- Hmm.

And...

And?

He built it.

The war machine.

And he doesn't question your loyalty.

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