The Three Musketeers Page #3

He thinks he's so cunning.

So evil.

Evil is just a point of view.

Ah!

Richelieu.

Is this lady the emissary from England?

Your Majesty is exceptionally alert.

So, madam,

what of Buckingham?

Majesty?

Well, what's he wearing these days?

Green, Your Majesty.

- Green?

- Hmm.

Very interesting.

And you had the gall to recommend blue?

Of course it should be green.

Why am I surrounded

by incompetent idiots?

Green, green, green!

Do I have to do everything myself?

Ah!

There you are. Shall we get to it?

So, are you eager

to meet your maker?

I have other appointments.

You'll miss them, I'm afraid.

Well, I'll try my best to be on time.

My seconds.

You!

You're fighting this rascal?

My appointments.

How long have you been in Paris?

- Arrived this morning.

- You have been busy.

Patience is not one of my virtues.

Well, neither are good manners.

Wait for your turn, old man.

What would you like me to put

on your headstone? "Little sh*t"?

D'Artagnan.

I'm Athos.

This is Porthos and Aramis.

The Three Musketeers.

I've heard of you.

From my father, a Musketeer himself.

In fact, I came to Paris to be one of you.

I'm afraid you're a little late.

What happened?

Oh, a bad mission. Budget cuts.

Cardinal, progress.

Take your pick.

Well, then, welcome to Paris.

Pity we'll have to kill you.

Well, if I can't become a Musketeer,

I might as well fight one.

Or three.

Kill him already.

Lt's lunchtime and I'm starving.

Halt!

Jussac.

Well, well, well.

How the mighty have fallen.

Dueling in defiance of the edicts?

You got tired of rolling peddlers

for spare change?

- Now...

- Seal the square!

Surrender your weapons

and come along with us.

Seal it off!

Unless, of course, you would rather resist.

New plan.

Kill the boy, kick their asses,

and then go get some lunch.

I could do with some exercise.

Seal it off, boys!

You were saying?

On the other hand,

discretion is the better part of valor.

You're the Musketeers.

Wrong.

We were the Musketeers.

Now we're just...us.

Rochefort.

Shall we?

Finish them off.

Let's even the odds.

Enjoying the show?

- You!

- Watch out!

You didn't

answer my question.

Are you always this cocky?

Only on Tuesdays

and whenever beautiful women are involved.

Damn you!

Can't you see

we're trying to have a conversation?

What is your name?

Constance.

Constance. Sounds very steadfast.

A quality you seem to know little about.

Oh, I beg to differ.

Deep down, I am a hopeless romantic.

Back for more?

Musketeers! Musketeers! Musketeers!

I'd forgotten what it feels like.

We all have.

The name is D'Artagnan.

You must come from a very small town.

How did you know?

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