The Musketeers (2014) s03e10 Episode Script

1 (male narrator) Bury your friend your minister the saviour of France.
Your grief is your downfall.
Turn.
Lift.
(narrator) While you weep and mourn as the pain overwhelms you.
You are blind.
You won't see me coming.
[Indiscernible chatter in background.]
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.
[Indiscernible chatter in background.]
He hasn't touched a drop.
[Indiscernible chatter.]
Tell him, Sylvie.
We all need some good news.
This is not the time or the place.
[Banging.]
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.
(soldiers) Yeah, that's true.
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! (everyone) Aye, yes! [Sniffs.]
He gave us a home, he gave us a family.
[Sniffs.]
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! (everyone) Treville! Go, get down! [Explosions.]
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! O-hey! O-hey! [Groans.]
[Man coughs.]
[Coughing.]
[Dogs barking.]
Grimaud, Marcheaux? We end this now! [Explosion in distance.]
[Screams.]
The garrison! Constance.
[Horses neighing.]
Constance! Constance! Constance! [Explosion.]
D'Artagnan! She's in there! She's in there! Stop him! [Explosion.]
There's nothing in there.
He's gone! Over here! [Breathing heavily.]
Athos! Over here, there's still some alive! Get over here! Lift.
[Screaming.]
Enemy! Don't shoot! Sylvie, help me with these two.
(Sylvie) Take this.
Stop the fire from spreading.
Where is everyone? Go, go, go! [Groans.]
Clairmont.
[Groans.]
I'm sorry.
Dear God.
It was Grimaud.
(Athos) I know.
We were overwhelmed.
You are not to blame.
[Horse neighing in distance.]
Who's that? Clairmont.
[Clairmont groans.]
Just breathe, alright? Just breathe.
[Indiscernible shouting in distance.]
This cannot be all.
No one else could survive.
[Smashing in distance.]
[Grunting.]
Brujon is still down there, he's still down there.
(Athos) Brujon! [Shushing.]
Constance? Constance! Bring her back to me, Aramis, please.
Please, bring her back to me.
[D'Artagnan sobs.]
No.
No, she's not dead.
She can't be dead.
She's a musketeer.
[Sobbing.]
[Draws breath, coughs.]
[Shushing.]
Water, water.
[Shushes.]
I'm here, don't speak.
[Shushes.]
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
It's me, don't speak, it's me.
It's me.
[Constance coughs.]
[Coughs.]
The explosion brought down part of the roof.
[Coughing.]
I managed to drag us under the cellar door.
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
I'm here.
What have they done to us? Just breathe, just breathe.
[Explosions.]
[Coughs.]
[Indiscernible chatter in distance.]
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 they risked enough already? [Laughs.]
Half of my men have already deserted me.
Your men? We finish them.
[Grunts.]
(Constance) We've recovered two wagons.
(Sylvie) Some more horses.
We have no medical supplies left.
[Bell tolling in distance.]
(Athos) Weapons? No, the armoury was completely destroyed.
Listen, they must have taken some of our gun powder.
The garrison would've gone up twice as fast if it'd 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.
[Horse neighs in background.]
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! 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.
Oh.
Sylvie.
(female #1) No, no.
Bring that old woman to me.
[Horses neighing.]
Clairmont, Madame D'Artagnan will look after you at the tavern, alright? Brujon, we'll meet you there.
[Carriage rattling.]
(musketeer #3) 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.
(Aramis) Well, we know where he is now.
Although, we've all 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.
Make it count.
What's wrong? There's more shrapnel in there.
- Fetch alcohol.
- Will he live? And a fresh bandage.
[Clairmont groaning.]
Does it change things, risking your life when your life is no longer your own? Brandy? (Aramis) Yeah.
Here, drink this.
It changes everything.
It's the greatest cause you'll ever have.
[Cries in pain.]
It makes you fight harder.
All these years and I never asked you.
Elodie? What are you doing here? The war found us again.
[Clairmont groans and cries.]
Stay with him.
I think she remembers you.
What did you call her? Still haven't decided.
There's time.
[Birds chirping in distance.]
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, know where to look, no mercy.
No rules.
No honour.
Grimaud! [Indiscernible shouting.]
Were you really foolish enough to come here on your own, Captain? You left us with nothing.
Then we're almost even.
Weapons.
Hostages.
[Crow cawing in distance.]
Now.
[Weapons clatter.]
Which one of you started the fire? I'm interested, come on! Why don't you fight me, huh? Man to man? [Laughs.]
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? (soldier) Move along! You shouldn't have come.
Let her go.
You have me where you want me.
Not yet.
I want you to watch [Sword clinks.]
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? Oh, don't listen to him, he'll only wanna pray.
Shoot! (Aramis) Wait, wait, wait, wait! I was thinking more of the hearty meal.
[Aramis grunts.]
[Gunshots.]
[Gunshot.]
[Sylvie screams.]
[Gunshot.]
[Grunting.]
[Screams.]
Get Marcheaux! We're fine, we're safe.
Go, go! [Gunshot.]
Agh! [Gunshot.]
[Grunts.]
[Panting.]
Go now! Stay, surrender.
[Breathing heavily.]
To you? Yes, to me! Surrender.
How many of your cadets did we burn in the fire? Perhaps, it was for the best? [Swords clashing.]
Those cowards would never have made musketeers.
They were all musketeers.
[Swords clashing.]
[Marcheaux groans.]
You forget I know what you are, Marcheaux.
[Swords clashing.]
Now you can no longer hide behind Grimaud.
Or Feron! [Sword clatters.]
[Chain clinks.]
Get up! [Marcheaux groans.]
That was for Sylvie.
[Marcheaux groans.]
That was for my cadets.
And this is for me.
[Indiscernible chatter.]
I wasn't sure how to tell him.
I'm terrified.
[Laughing.]
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, won't we? And if it's a girl? We'll teach her how to fight off the boys.
[Laughing.]
I've got to get the supplies to Constance.
You need rest.
I'm with child, Athos, not without use.
I'll come with you.
[Laughs.]
Thank you.
Your plan saved their lives.
[Breathing heavily.]
[Indiscernible shouting in distance.]
(Athos) Your Majesty, I'd like to recommend Porthos for a 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 or 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.
[Laughs.]
Well, I helped build my village.
I'm sure I can help rebuild a garrison.
Hmm.
[Laughs.]
Elodie, I could never give up soldiering.
I'd never ask you to.
France needs you, remember? Did we win, Brujon? We won.
Then we'll get to wear the uniform.
One day, brother.
(Clairmont) One day.
(Brujon) I really thought he was getting stronger.
No, Brujon, it's you who's got stronger.
[Sobbing.]
Crying.
What are you doing? You're hurt, Monsieur.
Were you in the attack? [Grimaud grunts.]
I've only brandy now, were you looking for something stronger? The blade point is still in there, you don't have to suffer.
Suffering makes us strong.
[Sniffs.]
Do it.
[Groans.]
[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.
(Queen) The other one.
[Cats mewling in distance.]
(Queen) We only have all this by God's grace.
Without the love of his people, a King is nothing.
(servant) Majesty? Your carriage is ready.
[People cheering.]
[Cheering continues.]
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
But in the country few speak well of her.
Many things will change after today.
[People cheering.]
That man.
(Constance) He was at the tavern.
Do you know him? (Elodie) The musketeers came to my home looking for him.
Oh God! [Grimaud breathing heavily.]
[Cheering.]
D'Artagnan! D'Artagnan.
- What's wrong? - Grimaud.
- Where? - In there.
We're missing half our powder from the garrison.
If he's got it We need to get everybody away from here.
Everybody? (Athos) 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! The people look to you, Majesty.
Calm.
I'm Aramis.
Athos! Quickly! [Flame fizzling.]
[Flames fizzle out.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Gunshot.]
[Swords clashing.]
[Both grunting.]
Ah! [Grunts.]
[Gunshot.]
- No! - What? - I need this.
- What? I need to do this alone.
[Breathing heavily.]
I will not raise your child! (Grimaud) You'll not survive me, Athos.
Love has made you weak.
[Grimaud laughs.]
(Grimaud) Don't you know, every man dies alone? Ahh! [Swords clash.]
He doesn't have to live alone.
[Grimaud grunts.]
[Swords clashing.]
[Splash.]
[Swords clashing.]
[Groans.]
My favourite part of a battle is always its end.
[Water splashing.]
[Water bubbling.]
[Bubbling stops.]
It's done.
(Queen) 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 and cheering.]
Their depleted ranks will be redrawn from the very streets they are to protect.
And under their watchful gaze, Paris will always be safe.
[Applause.]
(crowd) Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen! [Applause and cheering.]
Are you my new servant, Aramis? [Laughs.]
He's funny.
Takes after his father.
Porthos, you will return to the front as General du Vallon.
[Applause and cheering.]
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.
[Applause and cheering.]
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.
[Whip crack.]
[Applause.]
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 sniggers.]
You'd better marry me before I go then.
[Porthos laughs.]
[Laughing.]
Marie-Cessette.
That's what we should call our daughter.
Marie-Cessette.
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, the blade or the bullet? It's been such a long time, I really can't decide? Guard! Both then.
Please, I'll give you anything, everything.
You already have.
Who are you? I'm Milady de Winter.
[Gunshot.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
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? [Indiscernible chatter in background.]
You earned that.
What are you waiting for? General.
[Porthos sniggers.]
This is it.
[Horse neighing in background.]
You'll be back.
Come here.
I know you will.
Captain.
General.
[Sniggering.]
Look after him.
Hold on.
Only take the best, understand? Anything less and you'll disgrace our regiment.
[Horse neighs in distance.]
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'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? Then we will discuss this again.
I don't doubt it.
Seems like we've got some work to do, Captain? [Both laugh.]
Well, you've saved Paris.
[Birds chirping in distance.]
What lies ahead for us, I wonder? It really doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter? (Athos) Not if we face every challenge the way we always have.
(Athos) With great passion (Athos) hearts that stay true [Laughing.]
to all we hold dear.
(Athos) Courage, no matter how many enemies lie in wait for us.
(Athos) Faith (Athos) that daylight will always follow the dark.
And love? Above all else.