about?
Ours is a theological
dispute.
Yes! A point in
St. Augustine
on which we couldn't agree.
Now you're all assembled,
gentlemen,
permit me to offer you
my apologies.
You do not understand me.
I ask to be excused should I
not be able to discharge
my debt to all three of you.
M. Athos has the right
to kill me first.
Which does not leave much
for you,
M. Porthos.
And will probably leave
none for you,
M. Aramis.
Please accept my apologies,
but on this score only!
And now...
Let us begin!
The Guards!
Hello, musketeers!
Musketeers fighting,
are you?
What about the edict against
duels?
Leave us alone,
gentlemen.
It's the best
you can do.
Go, gentlemen, go,
while you still can.
Sheath your swords
and follow us.
You are under arrest.
There are many of them,
and we are but three.
Yes, we are three and
we'll be beaten again or...
Or die here,
on the spot.
Let me correct your words.
We are four!
But you are not a Musketeer.
Withdraw, young man,
we allow you to retire.
Wasn't Meung enough for you?
I do not wear the uniform,
but I'm a Musketeer at heart!
Your must
follow us,
or we'll take you
by force!
We should be three,
one of whom is wounded,
with the addition of a boy,
they'll claim we were four.
Yes, but to yield, Athos...
I suggest we fight.
Try me, gentlemen,
you won't be disappointed.
We have the honor
of charging you!
That one's mine!
Guards, draw your swords!
God, forgive us
our debts!
I have a grudge to settle
with you, sir!
Take that, you rascal!
Come here, everyone!
Here!
Cool down, my friend.
I'll show you!
- Be careful!
- Thanks!
Stay put!
Drinking den, or chapel,
Church, or tavern,
We follow orders,
Apply all means.
Who serves
the Cardinal,
Has a place
Reserved in heaven.
That's what his Eminence
Promised us
in the afterlife.
But in this
mundane life
Let him ask satan
Let his ask satan
For favors to his guards.
We are the only
servants of the law,
Who will ensure
order, if not us?
We do it on the sly,
and very smoothly,
Either arrest
or pierce the offender!
His Eminence
Promised us heaven
in the afterlife.
But in this
mundane life,
Let him ask satan,
For favors to his guards.
His Eminence
Promised us heaven
in the afterlife.
But in this
mundane life,
Let him ask satan,
Let him ask satan,
Let him ask satan
for favors to his guards!
- My sword!
- I'll wait.
Let's begin.
Charge!
Well done, Gascon!
Bravo!
Your sword, sir!
We'll meet again, I'm sure.
Till we meet again soon!
Though God's against duels,
But I have talent
for swordsmanship.
I fight
seven times a week,
But only when my honor
is at stake.
I'm really
not a duelist.
I'm really
not a duelist.
Dear God,
You see this body.
A body of a scoundrel
and slanderer.
Not one of
your better creations,
But you gave me a chance
to correct it.
Though I'm really
not a duelist.
I'm really
not a duelist.
Years passing by,
Soon duels will be forgotten.
Maybe, that's for the best,
Maybe,
But it will be quite
hard,
It will be quite
hard
To call an insolent
fellow to account!
To call an insolent
fellow to account!
I'm at your service,
gentlemen!
What lady can resist
such a beautiful voice?
Hey, Gascon!
Athos.
Porthos.
Aramis.
And d'Artagnan!
One for all
and all for one!
Gentlemen!
If it were one...
I wouldn't mind.
But to disable 7 guards
in 2 days!
That's far too many!
Including the Cardinal's
favorite bodyguards.
Your Majesty!
The musketeers are quite
contrite.
Contrite?
They ask Your Majesty
to forgive them.
Contrite, full of repentance!
I place no confidence
in their hypocritical faces.
Especially that one,
With a Gascon look.
Pistoles - the best award for
loyalty!
Isn't that so?
La Chesnaye!
Give the boy 30, no,
40 pistoles.
The Gascons are always poor,
though they did help
my father ascend the throne.
Since you have no room
in the Musketeers,
I suggest the boy
enter the guards