Cardinal,
the English, the Huguenots!
From the moment
of Milady's execution
there's a burden on my chest.
Without adventure and heroic
spirit, life is an empty shell!
You are right, my friend.
But even with adventure,
Life is still senseless.
Honestly,
I don't understand you!
You're lucky to
be so young.
Are you unhappy,
my friends?!
We're happy,
For we're together.
And that's what matters!
Yes, that's what matters,
My dear d'Artagnan.
That may be the most important
thing in the world.
It's nice to recall
at sunset
A love,
once forsaken.
It's useful to remember
At dawn
The words of a forgotten poet.
Mundane life is generous
to sinners,
Unlike the afterlife,
And something else...
Tra-la-la-la...
What lovely scent the roses
have before a storm.
We know,
We are not children:
Our life
Is full of danger.
But how can one
Choose not to live,
If you love life
With your body and soul.
Mundane life is generous
To sinners,
Unlike the afterlife.
And something else...
Tra-la-la-la...
What lovely scent the roses
have before a storm.
Roses!
Listen to them, they're
Smelling the roses!
And we're fighting.
The smell of gunpowder
Is not for their noses.
We're shedding our blood!
Damn cowards!
They were gone too long.
- Where do you thing they were?
- Home, most probably.
With Mme Coquenard.
What do you say, M. Porthos?
And M. Aramis should have
gone back to Paris
to rest under somebody's
warm wing.
So, why are you back
at La Rochelle?
They're shooting
here.
And, God forbid, they
may hit you in the forehead.
And you, M. Athos?
You should save your
mustache, it can get burnt.
Stop it!
Can no one cope with them,
but me?
Rochefort, you're waiting
to share Milady's fate?
- And what happened to her?
- She was beheaded.
However, to be honest,
I'd like to see these four
among my friends.
- Rochefort got his share!
- He was asking for it!
Take d'Artagnan, Athos, Porthos,
And Aramis to the Cardinal!
Gentlemen,
you are under arrest.
By my orders.
I believe you must guess
the reason.
No, your Eminence!
The reason is unknown to us.
Several days you were absent
from your company's location
in time of war.
You are charged
with desertion.
They brought us here
straight from the trenches.
Supposing that's true.
You've performed an execution
without a license.
Therefore, you are
assassins.
Pardon me,
your Eminence,
but our pardon is
in my pocket.
And signed by whom -
by the King?
By your Eminence.
You must be mad!
"It is by my orders,"
"that the bearer of this paper
did"
"what he has just done.
Richelieu."
To the Bastille.
for a hundred years or so.
Porthos, do you think
They'll kill us here?
We'll see!
A commission for
the King's Musketeers!
Athos, I have taken from you
one signed blank,
to give you another.
There is no name in this
Lieutenant's commission,
you can write it
yourself.
Thank you, but for Athos this
is too much,
and for Count de la Fere
it is too little.
I understand, count.
Then I will ask the brave
Porthos to accept it.
You long deserve
this favor.
That would flatter me
very much.
But I have found out
by sheer accident
that M. Coquenard
has just died.
After the victory
at La Rochelle
I will leave the service
and marry his widow.
You Eminence,
our adventures have
disgusted me with life,
after the siege I
shall enter the brotherhood.
And now,
as a man of the church,
I can tell you that there is
only one man,
worthy of this
favor.
And that man is your
faithful servant,
our dear friend, d'Artagnan.
Give him the commission.
That would be just.
And on our part,
so that you don't consider
us cowards and deserters,
will celebrate this event
in the Saint-Gervais bastion,
under enemy fire,
and will remain there
for an hour, by the watch,
whatever the enemy may do
to dislodge us.
It's suicide.
They'll kills us,
if we go there.
They'll kill us,
if we don't.
My dear Athos,