Treville.
Although, honestly,
I don't understand
who we are fighting against
and for what cause.
It's of no importance
whatsoever.
In war the main thing
is war itself.
Or, as Porthos put it:
"I fight because
I like to fight!"
I believe your friend
is right.
And, still, d'Artagnan,
being a Musketeer
is not that bad!
THE ADVENTURES
CONTINUE
Part Three
Once again
the devil
Carries on his game:
Catholics and Huguenots
Are locked in battle.
But seriously speaking,
Do you believe,
that it is Christ who needs
the siege of La Rochelle?
Our duty is to fight,
But let's be honest,
A war is always robbery,
Pardon my frankness.
If you draw your sword,
you face enough danger
without asking the poor devil:
Are you Catholic or Huguenot?
But seriously speaking,
Do you believe,
that it is Christ who needs
the siege of La Rochelle?
Our duty is to fight,
But let's be honest:
A war is robbery,
Pardon my frankness.
I'm tired of all this,
and want to go home.
- Come, Porthos!
- It's true!
I don't like
this stupid war,
when Frenchmen kill
their fellow Frenchmen.
And what for?
Why should I kill
the Huguenots,
when their only crime
is that they sing
psalms in French,
and not in Latin, like us?
I'm tired, I want
to go home. That's it!
You prefer home comforts
to a good fight?
Have you grown older,
my dear Porthos?
No, I've grown wiser.
No good will come of it.
Isn't that so, Athos?
Messrs Athos, Porthos,
and Aramis - to M. de Treville!
See you
at the Red Dove Inn.
Still alive, M. de Jussac?
I see you are also still
alive, M. d'Artagnan.
Don't kill me!
Have mercy, I'll tell you all!
Is you secret of enough
importance?!
Wretch! Who employed you
to assassinate me?!
A woman, whom I don't know,
but who is called Milady!
- How do you know her name?
- My friend knows her.
She gave us 100 louis!
She must value my life
dearly.
Don't kill me!
It's not my fault!
- No! Have mercy upon me!
- Go away!
Come in, Rochefort.
My God, you are
so beautiful!
I'd like to spend
my entire life by your side.
I hope you came here
not only to convey
this breathtaking news
to me.
The Cardinal is satisfied
with the Bethune affair.
Though he believes you were
a little cruel.
Really?
What else did his Eminence
ask to tell me?
That's enough, Rochefort!
How long will I be sitting
in this Red Dove Inn,
waiting for I don't know
what?!
Richelieu will be here
in a few minutes.
- Athos!
- What else has come up?
They tried to kill me.
I found out
the assassins were sent
by a woman
called Milady.
I've told you,
Constance's death
will not be the last.
I've recognized that woman.
Milady and Lady Winter -
are one and the same person.
Sit down and listen,
D'Artagnan.
My friend, Count de la Fere,
fell in love with a young lady,
as lovely, as love
itself.
Count de la Fere's bride
was just 16.
No other lady in Provence
had such fine manner,
a lovely glance,
a mild disposition.
And the Count
was drunk with love.
In the Count's park
There's a black pond,
Where lilies blossom,
Where lilies blossom,
Blossom...
Count de la Fere's bride
Became his wife.
And in her honor,
A wild beat was hunted down.
During the hunting party,
in the woods,
The happy couple
Rode side by side.
In the Count's park
There's a black pond,
Where lilies blossom,
Where lilies blossom,
Blossom...
Your misfortune is
ludicrous!
What are you implying?
Love is a game,
in which the winner
dies.
What happened
to the young wife?
Her horse fell down,
The Count, to ease her pain,
Tore the dress cloth
Off her shoulder.
And then
he clearly saw
A mark branded
on her shoulder.
She was branded.
And so...
A lily blossoms,
A lily blossoms,
It blossoms...
What became of the Count?
Not a husband or a widower.
Both drowned in the pond -
That was the end.
Yes, my dear d'Artagnan,
you were very lucky
to lose in love.
Try to do so always -
that's my advice to you.
Pardon