been killed!
Enough, gentlemen.
I have decided.
I'm heading to the Louvre
to hand in my resignation.
If it's not accepted,
I'll turn monk.
What brave fellows!
Six of the King's Musketeers
let six of the Cardinal's
Guards arrest them.
No, gentlemen, I've decided
differently.
I've decided
to ask the King
for lieutenancy
of the Cardinal's Guards.
The guards are great fellows!
Brave, valiant,
real men!
But to show fear, to flee...
only the King's Musketeers
can do that.
- Commander!
- Yes, gentlemen.
- But Captain!
- I'm leaving you.
But we...
There were, indeed, six of us
against six of them.
They attacked us from around
the corner, from behind.
Before we could draw
our swords,
two of our men were dead.
Athos was gravely wounded,
he nearly died.
The sword pierced his shoulder,
twice he tried to get up.
And twice he fell, but
we never gave up, sir.
They dragged us off by force.
We escaped along the way.
Athos was left
on the battlefield:
they thought he was
as good as dead.
That's the way it happened.
One can't win every
battle.
Pompey the Great
lost the battle of Phrasal.
And King Francis
lost the battle of Pavia.
One of assailants was stabbed
with his own sword, by Aramis.
Aramis's sword was broken
after the first lunge.
- He killed him?
- Killed or stabbed him.
One or six...
Three!
As you prefer,
sir.
But generally speaking,
we didn't hurt a fly.
And you call us
thugs!
That changes everything.
Here's Athos!
Life is hanging by a thread,
Your enemies are brave,
But, thank God,
For you friends,
Thank God,
For your friends,
And thank God,
your friends have swords.
You're alive and kicking!
Most probably...
Damn it!
So the Cardinal's words
were a little exaggerated.
Athos!
Athos, you are so pale!
Call a doctor!
No, please, I am well.
I'm waiting
for your orders.
I ask you, my children,
Not to put your lives at risk.
The King values brave men!
And the King is aware
that the Musketeer
are the bravest men of all!
Take a break, gentlemen.
The King's Musketeers!
Draw your swords!
Draw your swords, noblemen!
Paris dust is ashes.
There's blood
On cloth from Lille
on Brabant lace.
If I gave you your swords,
How can I prevent
The metal aiming at the chest
from shedding blood?
from shedding blood!
from shedding blood!
from shedding blood!
Duelists, roughnecks
Cross swords again.
Fight for the sake of fighting,
Shed blood for laughter's sake.
And when the death-cry
Flutters, like a bird,
Your conscience
Will not awaken, no.
It won't awaken,
it won't awaken.
For shedding blood in combat
Is nothing new to you.
But there's more blood
On Paris pavements.
If I gave you your swords,
How can I prevent
The metal aiming at the chest
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
If I gave you your swords,
How can I prevent
The metal aiming at the chest
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
From shedding blood?
- Aramis!
- I'm busy, Athos.
Off to see
your seamstress again?
Excellent, Leonardo!
Grand!
- What's happening?
- What do you want from me?
- What's this?!
- I'm d'Artagnan from Bearn!
Don't come near me,
I'll defend myself!
- Let go of me!
- Calm down!
Good Lord! Same face!
I knew and loved your
father, dear boy.
Did you bring a letter
of recommendation?
Upon my honor, I had it,
everything was in order.
But in Meung it was stolen
by a man with a scar!
- With a scar?
- Yes.
- Dressed in a violet suit?
- I will kill him!
If you want to stay alive,
Please, stay away from him.
- No, I will kill him!
- Save that for later.
I loved your father dearly.
What can I do for
his son?
To honor the friendship
you have not forgotten,
I wanted to ask you for
a Musketeer's cape.
A Musketeer's cape?
Of course I realize,
I'm squandering money,
but I have to spend it
on something.
Didn't that veiled lady,
whom I saw you with