GRIMAUD: Bury your friend.
Your Minister.
The saviour of France.
Your grief is your downfall.
Turn.
Lift.
While you weep...
and mourn...
as the pain overwhelms you...
you are blind.
You won't see me coming.
- We're almost dry, madame. - Oh.
I keep expecting him to walk through that door.
Barking orders. Face like thunder.
He had a temper.
An endearing temper.
You knew where you were with him.
We'll fetch some more wine from the garrison.
He hasn't touched a drop.
Tell him, Sylvie. We all need some good news.
This is not the time, or the place.
Treville gave his life for the country he loved.
He was a father to all of us.
We will never forget his bravery...
or his sacrifice.
He won out against the cowards who shot him down.
But we few here owe him much more.
We owe him everything we are.
(THEY SHOUT AGREEMENT)
He didn't care if you came from a farm, he didn't care if you came from the streets.
All he saw was the man that you could become, the soldier!
(SHOUTS OF AGREEMENT)
He gave us a home.
He gave us a family.
We were all young cadets once, arriving at the garrison
full of self-doubt, but it was Treville who always believed in us.
And it was that belief that made us into...
Musketeers!
Treville!
ALL: Treville!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Down! Get down!
(EXPLOSIONS)
(GROANING)
(COUGHING)
(noes BARK)
Grimaud? Marcheaux?
We end this now.
(EXPLOSION)
- The garrison! - Constance.
(HORSES NEIGH)
Constance! Constance!
Constance!
(EXPLOSION)
D'Artagnan!
She's in there! She's in there!
(HE ROARS)
Stop him!
(EXPLOSION)
There's nothing in there. He's gone!
ARAMIS: Over here!
(PANTING)
Athos! Over here! There's still some alive!
Get over here!
(THEY GRUNT)
(SCREAMING)
Enemy!
Don't shoot! Sylvie, help me with these two.
Take this, stop the fire from spreading.
Go, go, go!
Clairmont?
I'm sorry...
- Dear God. - It was Grimaud...
- I know. - We were overwhelmed.
You are not to blame.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
Who's that?
Clairmont.
Just breathe, all right? Just breathe.
This cannot be all.
No-one else could survive.
(BANGING)
Brujon's still down there, he's still down there!
Let me help you.
Brujon!
Constance, Constance!
Bring her back to me, Aramis, please.
Please bring her back to me!
No! She's not dead, she can't be dead!
She's a Musketeer.
(5055)
(GASPS)
Shh, shh!
(CONSTANCE SPLUTTERS)
Don't speak.
Shh, I'm here. I'm here, I'm here.
It's me, Constance, it's me.
It's me. Shh, shh.
The explosion brought down part of the roof.
(COUGHS)
I managed to drag us under the cellar door.
I'm here. I'm here, I'm here.
What have they done to us?
Just breathe, just breathe.
(EXPLOSION)
(RUMBLING AND CRASHING)
(HUM OF CHATTER)
(CHATTER SUBSIDES)
Only d'Artagnan is dead.
They are in no position to protect the Queen and her son from us.
They are still alive!
They have nothing.
We have their powder, enough to reduce Paris to ashes
and take our pick of the spoils.
Haven't we risked enough already?
Half of my men have already deserted me...
Your men?
We finish them.
We've recovered two wagons.
Some more horses.
We have no medical supplies left.
Weapons?
The armoury was completely destroyed.
Listen, they must have taken some of our gunpowder.
The garrison would've gone up twice as fast if it had all been there.
We'll take the wounded to Christoph's tavern.
We're leaving the garrison?
There is no garrison, Brujon.
This was our home.
A place where people came for justice. Sanctuary.
But it was only ever that - a place.
This is not the garrison.
Wherever we draw breath, make a stand,
save a life.
That is the garrison.
We are the garrison.
We have blankets. A little food.
We'll take it all to the tavern.
Let's ready the wagons.
I'll go to the palace for provisions.
And gather whatever you can. Please. And hurry!
(SIGHS)
You must rest, Sylvie!
While our friends suffer?
You are no longer the King's Guard. You have no authority.
We need no authority.
Murdering...
Will he come for you?
The Captain?
You think you can use me as bait?
Will... he... come?
You're wrong, Grimaud. The Captain doesn't care about me.
Either way, you'll both be dead soon.
(SHE SPITS)
Oh, God. Sylvie...
Bring that old woman to me.
Clairmont. Madame d'Artagnan will look after you at the tavern, all right?
Brujon, we'll meet you there.
Hey!
She's a friend of Sylvie's.
This is Sylvie's hand.
If we don't go to the camp by noon,
Grimaud's going to execute refugees one by one.
Starting with Sylvie.
Well, we know where he is now.
Although we've fallen for that trap before.
This time we've got the advantage.
This note's addressed to three of us.
Grimaud thinks d'Artagnan's dead.
The midwife betrayed you.
What made you so cruel?
Why would you bring a child into this world?
Don't you know?
Oh, you don't, do you?
You take out as many as you can - keep it quiet.
All the time they think you're dead, we've got the upper hand
and we'll keep their eyes on us.
CONSTANCE: Aramis!
(CLAIRMONT BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Make it count.
What's wrong?
There's more shrapnel in there.
- Fetch alcohol. - Will he live?
And a fresh bandage.
(CLAIRMONT SCREAMS)
Does it change things?
Risking your life when your life is no longer your own?
Brandy?
Here, drink this.
It changes everything.
It's the greatest cause you'll ever have.
(SCREAMS)
It makes you fight harder.
All these years and I never asked you.
Elodie.
What are you doing here?
The war found us again.
Stay with him.
I think she remembers you.
What did you call her?
Still haven't decided.
There's time.
Why Paris?
You're here.
- Love you. - Love you.
Constance.
This is Elodie.
She needs somewhere to stay.
Of course.
Hello.
We've fought Grimaud by our code of honour. Our rules.
But we know who we need to be. No etiquette.
No mercy.
No rules.
No honour.
Grimaud!
MAN: Move!
Were you really foolish enough to come here on your own, Captain?
You left us with nothing.
Then we're almost even.
Weapons.
Hostages.
Now.
Which one of you started the fire?
I'm interested. Come on!
Why don't you fight me, huh? Man to man?
You, was it?
Execute Porthos and Aramis. Bring the Captain to me.
I never took you for a coward, Grimaud!
And you said your mother was weak?
You shouldn't have come.
Let her go.
You have me where you want me.
Not yet.
I want you to watch...
as she dies.
She's no more afraid of death than I am.
She may not be afraid of her death...
What happened to the last wishes of the condemned man, huh?
Don't listen to him - he'll only want to pray.
Shoot!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
I was thinking more of a hearty meal.
(GUNSHOT)
(WOMEN SQUEAL)
Get Marcheaux!
We're fine. We're safe. Go. Go!
Get out!
Surrender.
- To you? - Yes, to me!
Surrender.
How many of your cadets did we burn in the fire?
Perhaps it was for the best?
Those cowards would never have made Musketeers.
They were all Musketeers.
(GROANS)
You forget, I know what you are, Marcheaux!
Now you can no longer hide behind Grimaud.
Or Feron!
(SWORD CLATTERS)
Get up.
(GROANS)
(CRIES OUT)
That was for Sylvie.
That was for my cadets.
And this is for me.
I wasn't sure how to tell him.
I'm terrified.
And elated.
We're all elated, for both of you.
All three of you.
No child could wish for better parents.
Or uncles.
And if it's a boy, we'll teach him how to fight.
And if it's a girl?
We'll teach her how to fight off the boys.
(THEY LAUGH)
I've got to get the supplies to Constance.
You need to rest.
I'm with child, Athos.
Not without use.
I'll come with you.
Thank you.
Your plan saved their lives.
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(BREATHING SUBSIDES)
Your Majesty, I'd like to recommend Porthos for promotion.
His courage has never been in question
but his tactical instincts saved us all.
Not for the first time.
Recognition is long overdue, Captain.
It was not so long ago that Treville stood before me as you are now.
Tomorrow there will be a blessing ceremony for my son
and to remember those who died protecting him.
But it will not be attended solely by generals and dignitaries.
Everyone has been invited.
No matter who they are... where they're from.
My regency will mark a new era.
Treville's legacy will be that he left the world
a more just place than he found it.
He also left a vacancy.
You'd be a worthy successor.
Athos? Speak freely. We're friends.
Whilst I am greatly honoured, it seems to me that
the Musketeer Aramis would be far better suited.
My knowledge is merely military, whereas his is also ecclesiastic.
Yes, I suppose that is worth considering.
And then there's his charm.
A great asset... Athos...
with those prickly ambassadors.
Thank you for your advice... Captain.
Oh...
Well, I helped build my village.
I'm sure I can help rebuild a garrison.
(caucus)
Elodie, I could never give up soldiering.
I'd never ask you to.
France needs you, remember?
CLAIRMONT: Did we win, Brujon?
We won.
Then we'll get to wear the uniform.
One day, brother.
(FAINTLY) One day...
(BREATHING STOPS)
I really thought he was getting stronger.
No, Brujon, it's you who's got stronger.
(5055)
What are you doing?
You're hurt, monsieur.
Were you in the attack?
I've only brandy now. Were you looking for something stronger?
The blade point is still in there.
You don't have to suffer.
(GRUNTS)
Suffering makes us strong.
Do it.
(GROANS)
I need you to stay here, with us.
I'll stitch your wounds. Then make you up a bed.
I will never lie down.
Today is a new beginning, monsieur. There's hope for us all again.
However bad things may seem.
But I want you to stay here. We can make you comfortable...
The other one.
We only have all this by God's grace.
Without the love of his people, a king is nothing.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Majesty?
Your carriage is ready.
(CHEERING)
WOMAN: God bless you, Queen Anne!
(BELLS RING)
She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
But in the country, few speak well of her.
Many things will change after today.
That man... He was at the tavern.
Do you know him?
The Musketeers came to my home looking for him.
Oh, God!
D'Artagnan!
- D'Artagnan! - What's wrong?
- Grimaud. - Where?
In there.
We're missing half our gunpowder from the garrison.
If he's got it...
We need to get everybody away from here.
- Everybody? - Do it now.
Take the Queen. He's here.
We cannot proceed.
- Why? - Grimaud's inside.
We're moving. Back to the carriage.
NOW!
PORTHOS: Leave the cathedral as quickly as possible.
All of you, with us, now!
The Queen?
Go!
Your people look to you, Majesty.
Calm.
I'm Aramis.
Athos!
Quickly!
(CLATTERING)
Aarqh!
- No! - What?
- I need this. - What?
I need to do this alone.
I will not raise your child.
GRIMAUD: You will not survive me, Athos.
Love has made you weak.
(GRIMAUD LAUGHS)
Don't you know... every man dies alone?
(GRIMAUD ROARS)
(GROANS)
He doesn't have to live alone.
(GROANS)
My favourite part of the battle is always its end.
(BUBBLING)
(BUBBLING STOPS)
It's done.
ANNE: Today, my faith was rewarded.
But the time has come to restore yours.
You are our future.
The people of Paris.
And you will always find justice within her walls.
A Queen has many protectors, but for too long you have had none.
That is why I am disbanding my Musketeers.
And reforming them as your Musketeers.
(APPLAUSE)
Their depleted ranks will be redrawn from the very streets
they are to protect.
And under their watchful gaze, Paris will always be safe.
CROWD: Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!
Are you my new servant, Ham's'?
He's funny.
Takes after his father.
Porthos? You will return to the front as General du Vallon.
(APPLAUSE)
Show our soldiers they fight for a country where any man can rise
if his talents merit it.
You honour me, Majesty.
The honour is mine.
Rebuild the garrison, Captain.
Aramis? I'd like you to take Treville's place as First Minister.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Take time.
Consider.
Elodie...
as much as France needs me...
I'd also like to be there for you.
Both of you.
If anything happens to me, my pension will be paid to you.
I'm not your wife.
(PORTHOS CHUCKLES)
You'd better marry me before I go, then.
(PORTHOS LAUGHS)
(ELODIE LAUGHS)
Math-Cassette.
That's what we should call our daughter.
Math-Cassette.
Perhaps I'll remain a Musketeer.
You'll always be a Musketeer, Aramis.
But if you accept the Queen's offer,
you can watch over your son all the days of your life.
As his Minister.
Not his father.
Treville guided each of us as men.
Musketeers?
As men.
Do you remember him as nothing more than your Captain? Or your Minister?
This is the name.
Majesty, who knew you could be so practical...
I assume this will not trouble you unduly?
Treville did not doubt my skills.
Treville is gone.
From now on, you report to me.
And me alone.
A word of warning, Majesty.
Deciding if a man lives or dies...
Conscience makes a cruel companion.
You are indeed alone now.
- Who are you? - Later.
What are you doing here?
I'm trying to make a decision.
Perhaps you could help me, monsieur?
Tell me, which would you prefer?
Blade? Or the bullet?
It's been such a long time, I really can't decide.
Guards!
(GROANS)
Both, then.
(GROANS)
Please.
I'll give you anything... everything!
You already have.
Who are you?
I am Milady de Winter.
Brujon?
I'm going to the front. Prepare my horse.
And prepare one for yourself. You're coming, too.
I'm not a Musketeer, General.
Aren't you?
You earned that.
What you waiting for, hm?
General...
(caucus)
This is it.
You'll be back.
Come here.
I know you will.
- Captain. - General.
Look after him.
Hold on.
Only take the best, understand?
Anything less and you disgrace our regiment.
D'ARTAGNAN: What did he mean by that?
You'll be in charge of recruiting and training the new Musketeers.
That's a captain's responsibility.
Athos... I...
I'm afraid I cannot accept.
- Are you refusing my last order? - I cannot accept.
Athos is taking a leave of absence
to fulfil a mission of great importance.
You will return?
Well, we will discuss this again.
I don't doubt it.
It seems like we've got some work to do, Captain.
Well, you've saved Paris.
What lies ahead of us, I wonder?
ATHOS: It really doesn't matter.
SYLVIE: Doesn't matter?
ATHOS: Not if we face every challenge the way we always have.
With great passion...
hearts that stay true...
to all they hold dear...
(BABY GURGLES)
Courage...
no matter how many enemies lie in wait for us.
Faith...
that daylight will always follow the dark.
And love?
Above all else.