the Cardinal.
- I think Athos is right.
- You've scared me!
Then four of us will go.
In our lifetime
Let's enjoy
The ladies and wine,
And good luck with our swords.
With feathers swinging
On our hats,
Let's tell our Fate:
Merci beaucoup.
The old saddle
Is squeaking again,
And my old wounds
Feel the wind.
Where the devil are you
Heading for again?
Can't you afford some peace
For a while?
In our lifetime
Let's enjoy
The ladies and wine,
And good luck with our swords.
With feathers swinging
On our hats,
Let's tell our Fate:
Merci beaucoup.
Paris needs money,
C'est la vie!
And it needs more
Valiant cavaliers.
But what is a cavalier
Without love?
And what is a cavalier
Without luck?
In our lifetime
Let's enjoy
the ladies and wine,
And good luck with our swords.
With feathers swinging
On our hats,
We'll tell our Fate:
Merci beaucoup.
With feathers swinging
On our hats,
We'll tell our Fate:
Merci beaucoup.
Someone's knocking at the gate,
Asking for shelter.
All pray!
- Who's there?
- A man!
A man! Oh, my God!
Girls, be careful!
I beg you!
Heavens, what's wrong with her?
Give me that!
Here it is, my dear.
Where are you from?
From Paris!
I beg you for
Temporary shelter.
Who are you?
Permit me to refrain
from answering.
Girls, all
must pray!
A victim of intrigues,
Political and amorous.
Here you are among friends.
Paris...
How is life in Paris?
Pardon me...
But I'm not quite sure
What you're interested in.
Everything.
Rumors, scandals, horrors,
nightmares from
court life, life of the king,
And maybe even
Of the Cardinal himself.
Try this scent, it's very
delicate.
I really don't know,
what to tell you.
Maybe, this story.
No, it's not interesting.
Or maybe the story...
About the studs?
Yes, that's the one
I wanted to tell you.
But how are you so
Well-informed?
How lovely!
Take it.
How could it have happened
that the English Duke
met our Queen
at the Louvre,
under the very nose
of the Cardinal and the King?
Who told you
all this?
Lady Winter, this is
not my secret.
And I promised to take it
with me to the grave.
The best way
not to give away a secret,
is not to know it.
I'm sorry, but I'm tired.
If you don't object,
I'll rest for a while.
- You are offended?
- of course not!
No, you are offended.
Take this.
You are breaking
my heart.
You're exaggerating!
What a beautiful fan!
Go, go.
Alright, I'll tell you
everything.
A certain Constance
Bonacieux,
in the service of the Queen,
is hiding here
from the Cardinal's
vengeance.
I've given away a secret!
It's the Bastille for me!
For Heaven's sake, I beg you,
Don't ruin me!
Of course not, my dear.
Look at me:
Whom can I ruin?
I myself am a victim
of the mighty of this world,
like that poor Constance.
Thank you.
What I cannot
understand,
is the part a certain Milady
plays in all of this.
She is a dangerous woman.
Even the Cardinal fears her.
Believe me.
My dear Constance!
I've found you!
I'm finally looking at you!
Who are you?
Me? I'm Lady Winter.
Your friends
have sent me here.
They will not leave you
in danger.
But I expected him
to come himself.
How many times I talked
to d'Artagnan about you.
He loves you with all his heart
And made me love you, too.
Lady Winter!
I'm so sorry!
I love him so much!
My poor child!
Let me take a good look
at you!
To suffer for him
is perfect bliss!
But now your suffering
is over!
We're leaving
at once.
A carriage is waiting,
I'll take you to him.
Yes! Come!
We're almost there, Porthos,
keep up the pace.
Open the gates, we have
a letter to the Abbess.
I'm afraid.
What's that noise?
That of either our friends
or our enemies.
Stay where you are!
The Cardinal's guards!
Oh, my God!
We'll find a different
gate.
I'll tear this convent apart!
I ask you the last time:
Do you intend to leave?
You can see plainly
I cannot walk.
Go alone.
And leave you here?
No, never.
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