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EXT. PARIS STREET - DAY
Half a dozen arrogant-looking guardsmen are swaggering down the street, elbowing people into the gutter, helping themselves to fruit from stalls. One of them glances down an alley: and stops dead, so the others cannon into him. WE follow his gaze into the alley ...
Where Rebecca, dressed now in the fashion of the time with a revealing decolletage, stands beside a stall covered in ripe peaches.
Ripe peaches! Who'll buy my ripe peaches? Firm, juicy flesh. Come and try, sir.
The guardsmen look at each other: they can't believe their luck.
First time in Paris, lovely? Just up from the country with those peaches of yours?
Yes sir, and I'm so excited. It's a wonderful city, isn't it?
You have no idea, darling.
A series of muffled squawks and thuds comes from the alley, there's a brief pause and then six figures in guardsmen's uniform walk out of the alley: including Dumas, Rebecca and several musketeers.
One more ambush and we should have uniforms for everybody.
All we need now is the Cardinal's orders.
They pass the seventeenth century version of Kinko's: a man with a desk hanging round his neck and a stack of quill pens stuck in his hat.
Letters written! Love letters, threatening letters, obscene letters, anything you want.
the Cardinal's plans for the chariot)
Anyone needs to check what the Cardinal's signature looks like?
EXT. CARDINAL'S HEADQUARTERS - DAY
Tight on the guardsmen at the main entrance as a tall, imposing figure hands them a document.
Picardy Detachment reporting for duty.
The guard looks up at the newcomer - who also wears the uniform of a guardsman. It is Phileas Fogg.
We're here to guard the Cardinal's chariot.
I know nothing about this.
Maybe you'd like to check with the Cardinal? He always likes the chance of a bit of chat with his men, I gather.
Go on in. Stairs to the right. Keep going down. A long way down.
Phileas and Jules glance at each other and march their little detachment in - through masses of heavily armed guards, standing at attention. Once they get in, getting out isn't going to be easy.
INT. RICHELIEU'S DUNGEONS - DAY
They stop at the top of the stairs leading down into the dungeons - and see the time machine.
Is THAT what you came in?
The very same.
Can you imagine what the Cardinal could do with that?
I'm glad to say - I can't.
Well you won't have to, Porthos old chap: we're taking it away from him before he has a chance.
Come on - there's Passepartout.
AS they hurry down the steps they see
Passepartout, with his head deep inside the machine's innards
Loaded down with chains though, poor fellow.
Knowing his work habits, a reasonable precaution.
The musketeers fan out around the time machine as Phileas grasps Passepartout by the shoulder.
Come on my lad - help is at hand.
Passepartout turns to him, his face streaked with oil, spanner in his hand. Far from being glad to see Phileas, he is horrified.
There's nothing to worry about: we've brought the musketeers with us. They can hold the Cardinal's men off while we get this thing out of here.
Are you sure, Mr Fogg?
Fogg looks up to see Richelieu on the deck above him.
How ingenious of you to infiltrate my domain. And how - unwise.
Unwise? With these fellows? I don't think so.
And he pulls out a pistol and aims it at Richelieu as the musketeers point their swords at the Cardinal.
Oh well - if you insist.
And he whips aside his red robe to reveal - a huge rocket launcher.
He's been to the future!
Such an inspiring place.
I'm sorry Master.
Throw down your weapons!
For you? Never!
Ah, D'Artagnan: always the impetuous one.
And as the wall behind D'Artagnan disintegrates the musketeer is flung into the air like a rag doll. PHILEAS' bullets simply bounces off Richelieu's body-armour.
Wonderful stuff, kevlar.
(Reloading the launcher)
Your manservant has been with me to the future, Monsieur Fogg. Tell them what you saw, peasant.
A haunted look comes over Passepartout's face.
The world is one vast prison, Master -ruled over by the descendents of the Cardinal.
But how - how is that possible?
And his finger closes around the trigger on the rocket launcher - as Passepartout flings his spanner into the innards of the engine compartment.
The machine lurches, causing the rocket to smash through the into the sewers beneath instead of hitting its mark.
You will regret that, peasant, for the rest of your miserable -
And then he and the time machine vanish.
Where did he go?
wounded D'Artagnan to his feet)
Never mind where he went - let's get out of here before he comes back.
Guardsmen appear at the top of the steps:
Drop your weapons you dogs!
the hole in the floor)
Get D'Artagnan out of here. We'll hold the guards off.
We may not be a match for the Cardinal -but we can deal with his guards. Go on!
INT. SEWERS - DAY
At first there's no sound except the noise of running water and the squeak of rats - and then our heroes come hurrying along supporting D'Artagnan. As they come abreast of us, he collapses.
We have to rest.
Minute or two.
They perch themselves against projections in the walls.
Well done, Passepartout: quick thinking back there.
It has saved us for a moment, Master, that is all. He'll be back: he'll win. There's nothing we can do.
This doesn't sound like you, Passepartout. I've never seen you play the pessimist.
I've never been to the future before, my friend. I have seen his triumph: there's no stopping it. Look.
He fishes into this pocket and pulls out a page torn from a book. It is a seventeenth century woodcut showing the time machine in the middle of a circle of dignitaries - spewing rockets and machine gun bullets into the crowd. As Rebecca reads the caption D'Artagnan comes round.
Cardinal Richelieu consolidated his hold on
France on April 23rd 1621 with a display of firepower such as the world had not
then seen. Soon all Europe was in his grip - and he turned his sights on the New
Where did you get this?
I tore it out of a book for schools - in the twentieth century.
He changed history!
We changed history, Fogg. We should never have come: this is all my fault.
Just a minute: what date is it today?
If you're thinking of warning the king it's too late: today IS the twenty third.
So all this could all be happening right now.
And it could be just about to happen. At all costs we have to -
The noise of running feet and shouting men comes down the sewer tunnel towards them.
Stay alive. Let's move.
And they hurry away into the darkness.
END OF ACT THREE
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