enough!
Thank you very much.
By the way, Rochefort,
what have you done
to acquaint me with
the composer?
Yes, what have you
done, Rochefort?
Your Eminence, you must know
who wrote them.
Is that so?
Why isn't he locked up
in the Bastille, then?
Your Eminence,
that is impossible.
Remember, Rochefort,
there is nothing impossible
for me.
Who is he?
Is this marvelous,
witty composer
so elusive,
we can't even put him
in the Bastille?
Permit me to say, these songs
have no specific author.
They are so-called
street ballads.
Composed by the crowd.
The people, so to say.
Remember, Rochefort,
there are no people, whom
I couldn't put in the Bastille.
Why didn't you at least
arrest the singer?
If you can't cope
with bigger tasks!
A crazy Gascon interfered,
and the singers fled.
Here is a letter,
addressed to M. de Treville,
confiscated from him.
Milady!
You must return to England
at once.
And inform me
from there,
if the Duke of Buckingham
leaves London,
or sends a messenger
to Paris.
A war with England
may become inevitable.
Will there be any other
instructions, Your Eminence?
All the instructions
are in this box.
You shall open it when
you've crossed the Channel.
Good Lord, so mysterious!
While in France,
be very careful.
The appearance of this Gascon
may not be accidental.
Rochefort!
Find out everything
about him.
Yes, monseigneur.
I tell you
to stop!
Constance!
Let me go, Bonacieux,
they're waiting for me!
Constance, damn it!
Where the devil are you going?!
For heaven's sake,
leave me alone.
Alone?
Damn it!
A wife asks to be left
alone!
Constance, wait!
I don't want to see you
only once a fortnight.
They warned you about this
at the Louvre.
Constance, wait!
I want to see you
every day!
You are mine by law!
- I want to own you!
- I'm not a thing to own.
Let him watch!
People can be bought
and sold, just like things!
Show a little courtesy
to the lady, will you?
Isn't she pretty? My wife!
Come on!
By the way, she
belong to the Queen's court.
And I am Bonacieux,
a mercer.
Maybe, you'd like
to rent a room?
I'm renting out
a wonderful room.
You won't find a better view
in all of Paris!
And the air!
Better tell me how to get
to the house of M. de Treville,
Captain of
the King's Musketeers?
Captain of the King's
Musketeers?
M. de Treville?
Here I am again!
Are you going to meet him
in this beret?
What's wrong with
my beret?!
It's a wonderful beret!
But all Musketeers wear
feathered hats.
I guess, I'll buy
this hat from you.
Later.
Dear sir, for a couple of ecus
I'd buy your horse.
You add one ecu -
and the hat is yours.
My horse is worth 100 ecus.
But I will let you have it
for 3 - plus the hat!
True generosity
is irresistible!
A real Musketeer!
And do you know,
my dear Musketeers,
what the King told me
yesterday?
No, Captain, we don't.
- You don't know?
- No.
Excellent!
So...
He told me that yesterday
you stayed late at that
drinking den on Rue Ferou.
You shouted and sang,
disturbing public order.
The Cardinal's guards
issued a warning and tried
to take you into custody.
Is that so or not?
I ask you, gentlemen!
Is it so?
You are silent!
You are silent!
'Sblood!
Conversing with the King
the Cardinal called you thugs!
But, darn it,
you are no thugs,
If you let the Cardinal's
Guards
take you into custody.
And you, Aramis!
Why the devil did you ask me
for a uniform?!
You would've been much
better in a cassock.
And you, Porthos!
What do you need this
fine gold baldric for?!
Oh, you'd like to suspend
a sward of straw from it!
But I don't see
our third hero.
Where is your friend, Athos?
I'm asking you!
Where is Athos?
He is ill, sir.
Very ill, indeed.
Oh, is that so?
Very touching!
What's wrong with him?
I believe he's got
the measles, sir.
It's all very sad.
The measles may spoil
his complexion.
You are hiding something.
He must be wounded.
No! He must've