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The Count of Monte Cristo

of the novel by

1st episode THE PRISONER
OF CHÂTEAU D'IF

MARSEILLE 1815

Looking for the captain?

We lost it when we
rounded Cape Corso.

How?

He had a brain fever
that took him in 3 days.

- Did they bring him?
- No, I feared contagion.

We immersed it 3 miles from
the coast with two 36 Kg pillories.

And the load?

I think you'll be satisfied.

Excuse.

I hear you've lost
your poor captain.

And House Morrel so
quickly finds no one else

like him, capable of
guessing the day ahead.

and to stand tall.

There, his friend Dantès
seems to understand the trade.

At that age, nothing is feared.

Risks are taken.

The ship arrived in good port.

Leclère couldn't
have handled it better.

Yes.

We would even have saved
two days if Captain Leclère

hadn't decided to stop
at the island of Elba,

certainly to see that
Monsieur Bonaparte.

I mean Napoleon.

I am his bookkeeper and
you are my point guard.

And two days late are
expenses that count.

Evidently.

Tell me, Dantes...

...why did Leclère stop
on the island of Elba?

He carried mail for the
great Marshal Bertrand.

I believe it was a package
from King Murat, whom

the captain had contacted
when we stopped in Naples.

In exchange for the package, the grand
marshal delivered a letter to the captain.

What ended?

Before he died, he made
me swear to deliver it to Paris.

If the royal police catch
her, it could cost her dearly.

I gave my word to a dying man.

A dying man who was my captain.

Mr Morrel, I expect a

two-week leave of absence.

To marry?

Your beautiful Mercédès
came three times

ask me for news of Pharaoh.

That is, of yourself.

I also need a few days
for this trip to Paris.

Be prudent.

The only thing I ask of
you is that you be here

when Pharaoh returns to the sea.

He cannot leave
without his new captain.

New captain?

I've already decided, it will be Edmond.

I?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. die

But tell me one thing.

Was he satisfied with
Danglars during the trip?

With Danglars as
bookkeeper, yes.

But as a good colleague, no.

Once captain, do you
intend to keep him?

I will follow your
instructions, Mr. die

Edmond!

Are you sick?

It's joy, my son.

Good God, I feel
like I'm going to die.

It's not a case of dying.
I am back.

I have some
wonderful news for you.

Brave Leclère, you

know, died in Pharaoh.

And Mr. Morrel made me captain.

You, captain?

I won't tell you any more if I'm
going to leave you in that state.

I'll get wine.
A glass of Provence rosé

It will do you good and me too.

Where did you keep it?

I do not have.

Did you lack money?

When I left, I left him
two hundred francs.

You owed a debt to your
neighbour, Caderousse,

of your walking suit.

He complained several times.
He was tired of insisting.

So I paid him.

And what did he live on?

I need little to govern myself.

Well...

We send for a good table wine

and something to
eat a good meal.

We have to celebrate my gals.

Edmond! With that then back.

I'm at your service, dear neighbor.

But I'm not in need of anything.

Others need me sometimes.

What goes there, there goes.

Your father paid me the money.
We are even.

We are never even with those
who have bestowed on us.

Boy, looks like you got rich.

I found my friend
Danglars in the harbor.

He told me you've
been named captain.

It is true.

Congratulations! Your
friends will like the news,

especially a friend in
the citadel of S. Nicolau.

to Mercedes.

Isn't it, Edmond?

Precisely for that reason,
allow me to visit you shortly.

May God bless you, my son.

You do well to hurry up.

Mercédès is a pretty girl and the
Catalans have no shortage of suitors.

Even good matches.

Now with you captain, it's
obvious she chooses you.

I think better of women.

Especially the Mercedès.

Better for you, my boy.

When we get married,
only faith is worth us and we

always believe that we
are loved for who we are.

See you later.

This Caderousse...

We have a
wonderful friend there.

How is this life?

You waited for me
to drink, how nice.

Doing math?

Mr. Will Morrel do good
business with this cargo?

I think so.

Have you seen Dantes?

The Pharaoh's captain
is already judged.

Are you happy, is he?

This is insolent.
It's already a big deal.

Once a captain, he
will be unrecognizable.

And his beautiful Catalan?

Still a great love.

But either I am very
wrong or there is still

a heartbreak waiting
for you on that side.

Oh yes?

As you know?

I know whenever she comes

to town she brings company.

- Yea?
- It's like I tell you.

A big Catalan boy
with burning black eyes.

She calls him a cousin.

Cousin!
Do you understand what I mean?

Easter is coming, Mercédès.

It is time for you to decide.

We have to get married.

Answer, I beg you.

Fernando...

What do you want me to tell you?

I like you a lot, you know.

I like you like a big brother.

Don't ask me for more than
that or you'll lose our friendship.

Is it because you're
in love with that sailor?

You know well that Catalans
must marry each other.

It is a sacred law.

It's not a law, Fernand.
It's a custom.

Any minute now you're
going to go to war.

If we're married, what
will become of me?

I have no money and
I am a poor orphan.

Therefore...

We'll be rich, I'm sure.

If you love me, Mercédès,
give me a chance.

The one you wait for,

Are you sure he
still thinks about you?

Everyone knows that sailors
have a wife in every port.

Fernando...

I thought you were
good but I was wrong.

If Edmond disappears, I
won't accuse him of infidelity.

I will think he will
have died, loving me.

What if he forgets you?

I will die.

Merced!

I hadn't noticed that
there were three of us.

It's my cousin Fernand.

- Don't you recognize him?
- Ah yes. Good Morning.

Do you have an enemy at home?

Fernand is like a brother.

Fernando?

Don't think about it anymore.

The important thing is
that we are both together.

-He is Catalan.
- That one?

No time to talk to friends
if they're not Catalan?

He called me, Mr. Caderousse?

I called because the way you were running I
thought you were going to throw yourself overboard.

Sit down.

I hope this wine is as
good as the other one.

This one is better, Mr. Danglers.

Tell me the truth.

Did the beauty send you away?

Mercédès is free to
marry whoever she wants.

I was told that when a
Catalan was dismissed

he was fiercer than
the mistral wind.

- And then?
- Anything...

Good luck to
Pharaoh's new captain,

future husband of the
beautiful Mercédès,

cousin of the brave
Fernand Mondego.

Edmond!

And come with the
beautiful Catalan, come here!

Are you so in love that you
don't even notice your friends?

Are you so proud that
you don't even talk to them?

Or is it the captain's
gallons dazzling you?

It's happiness that blinds me.

When is the
wedding, Mrs. dantes?

It's bad luck to call me by his
last name before I get married.

Forgive Caderousse.
It was an accident.

Is it soon?

Yes, tomorrow we celebrate
the engagement here.

You're invited, Danglers.
And Caderousse too.

I am very honored.
And is Fernand coming too?

If Mercédès considers
him a brother, so do I.

I'm sure Fernand
agrees with you.

And he's going to huddle there?
How beautiful for a Catalan!

And what do you want me to do?
What kills him?

Mercédès told me she was dying

if anything happened to Edmond.

I know she's not lying.

She never lies.

We Catalans do not lie.

Yeah, but it's a shame.

You're a nice young
man and I'd like to help.

I would also like to
help you, Fernand.

But don't kill Dantès.

Even because it is not essential
to kill him to prevent the marriage.

Only death can separate them.

Absence can prevent
marriage as much as death.

Not for our people.

Suppose we build a wall
between Dantès and his beloved.

A wall?

Yes, a very thick wall.

A prison wall, for example.

My lady, our good king does not

want to be the
king of two Frances.

And, as always,

there was a gentleman
complaining of still seeing

eagles and the letter N on
the walls of the Tuileries...

- It can not be.
- But yes!

Not to mention the bees
pollinating on the wall.

The king said to
the lord, "My friend,"

"If you say one more word, I'll
put his bust on the fireplace."

Let's trust his common sense.
And in his clairvoyance.

I consider the king too
indulgent of the usurper

who refused, after
the Brumaire, to let go.

Look how those marshals
abandoned him last year.

They understood how much

Napoleon was
dangerous for France.

Don't agree, Mr. from Villefort?

Forgiveness?

I remembered the
Comte de Salvieux

how Napoleon's lackeys
had abandoned him.

But the people, ma'am...

The people have not forgotten him.

And he still considers
him the son of the

revolution, a model of
freedom and equality.

Of equality?

You know that smells
like a league revolution?

But I forgive you.

As the son of a
Girondin who became a

Bonapartist, he will
retain some of his tastes.

Mom, we shouldn't talk
about those sad memories.

Especially today.

I would like to humbly

join my bride's request.

I doubt my father
is still a Bonapartist.

As for me, I am a
monarchist, passionately.

Very well, dear Villefort.

I had the opportunity
to say this to the

Minister of the Royal
Household last week.

Seriously, Mr. Count?
Did he tell the king about me?

And yes.

Just imagine that the king is
even aware of your upcoming

wedding and that, always with
the desire to gather all the French

in the same cloak of
forgiveness and oblivion,

approves the alliance
of the son of a Girondin

with the daughter of an
officer in the Condé army.

Let's forget the past.

But don't forget that Villefort
will always be watched.

I am a magistrate
and I will do my

duty to the monarchy
without mercy.

I pray to God that
he only sends you

a few thieves and
a few timid crooks.

If you want to see me
become royal attorney

he must wish me great criminals.

The secretary of
the royal attorney

asks to speak with
Mr. from Villefort.

- Not today!
- Renee...

With his permission.

My respects, Mr. Substitute.

I'm sorry to come to pester
you on your engagement day.

What it is?

From here.

Mr. Prosecutor is
away until Monday.

I took the liberty of
opening that letter

they left for you under
the door this morning.

Now just look.

If this letter isn't the work
of some prankster, it's...

A Bonapartist blow.

That's it, Mr. Substitute.

But what a serious look
on such a happy day!

Does not everything go
according to your wishes?

This is precisely what
scares me so much.

All this happiness
seems too easy to me

and I want to deserve
to be Mercédès' husband.

Husband...
This is still just the engagement.

Try playing husband and
see how you will be received!

A Catalan does not embark on this.

There's no point in denying
me so short, Caderousse.

Dear friends, in an hour and a

half Mercédès will be my wife.

As well?

Thanks to Mr. Morrel,
who pulled some strings,

the mayor awaits
us in the Town Hall.

He arrived on the 24th in the
morning and home on the 25th at 15:00.

Don't come here and tell me

that sailors aren't dispatched!

The engagement
feast is a wedding feast.

- Well you fooled us.
- They won't lose.

We make a jump to Paris
and in eight days we'll be back.

And then, the
real wedding feast.

My friends...

My friends...

I would like to...

I would like to vote...

My friends...

In the name of the King

please tell me which of
you is Edmond Dantès.

It is me.

In the name of the law, he is under arrest.

And can you know what the reason is?

I don't know.

Mr. Commissioner,
it is a mistake for sure.

If it's a mistake, Mr. Morrel,
will be promptly repaired.

In the meantime, I have
an arrest warrant here.

How can they arrest
my child for no reason?

- And right at the time of the wedding?
- I do not know.

Perhaps you have not
completed some customs formality.

So why the use of force?

My fiance is no murderer.

I obey orders, miss.

The mistake will be cleared
up and I won't even go to jail.

Father, I entrust it to you.

Friends, I'll be back soon.

This is surely just a misadventure
that will make us laugh a lot.

I'm going with you gentlemen.

Mr. Substitute...

Imagine that you have just
made an incredible mistake.

They arrested my
ship's first mate.

I know, dear sir.

In the absence of the royal
procurator I will interrogate the prisoner.

Prisoner?

Mr. de Villefort, Dantès is
the most honest man and one

of the best officers of the
merchant navy in Marseille.

One can be honest,
steer a boat perfectly

and be a big scoundrel.

Celerado, or Dantes?

A scoundrel in politics,
needless to say.

We've had a legitimate
king for eleven months.

Anyone who dreams of
overthrowing the king's legal power

must learn that this type of
crime is punishable by law.

It's also his opinion,
isn't it, Mr. die?

I beg you...

Be good, Mr. de Villefort, and
give us back poor Dantès at once.

If he's innocent,
there's nothing to fear.

If he is guilty, impunity
would be a fatal example in

this turbulent time when
France is starting to heal.

I will do my duty, dear sir.
Only that.

Here are all the papers we found

with the detainee
and in his cabin.

Did that man serve
in the Imperial Navy?

I refer to the previous regime.

No sir.

Send him in.

Sit down.

What was he doing at
the time of his arrest?

He was at my
engagement feast, sir.

Continues.

I do not know the
reason for my detention.

I don't know of anything
that might interest the police.

He will have extreme
political views, to say the least.

I don't have much to say about that.

I have never had what is
called a political opinion.

Really?

My horizons have always been
limited to the path of my future.

Except when I think about
my fiancée, of course she is.

-She has some enemies?
- No.

I occupy a very modest position.

How do you explain this letter
addressed to the royal attorney?

They left it under
the door last night.

"Mr. Royal Prosecutor is warned
by a friend of the throne and religion"

"that Edmond Dantès,
Pharaoh's first mate"

"arrived this morning after a
stopover on the island of Elba,"

"he is the bearer of a
letter sent by the usurper"

"to the Bonapartist
Committee of Paris."

"You'll find this letter
with him or in his cabin."

Do you recognize the letter?

Do not.

But I would say they
have disguised the lyrics.

Yes, like most
anonymous letters.

Answer me frankly.

What's the truth
in this whole story?

Here is the purest truth
for my honor as a sailor.

We anchored in Portoferraio and
Captain Leclère went to the island.

There Marshal Bertrand gave
him a letter to take to Paris.

Then the captain fell ill
and died off Cape Corso.

Before he died, he
entrusted me with this letter

and made me swear that I would
give her up for him. And it all.

And did he keep that oath?

Yes.

I was fulfilling a
man's last will, sir.

From my captain.

You are guilty but
it is imprudence.

Be less silly next time,

give me the letter and
return to your bride.

I am free?

Don't leave Marseille.
Got your word?

It does.

The letter, please.

You are the ones who have it,
they took all the papers from me.

It is addressed to a Mr. Noirtier.

Noirtier?

Yes, Noirtier.
Coq-Heron Street in Paris.

Do you know this Noirtier?

No, of course not.

I am a faithful servant of the king.

I don't know any conspirators.

Conspirator?

Anyone else know
that this letter from the

island of Elba was
addressed to Mr. Noirtier?

No, except the one who
gave it to me but is dead.

And he says ignore the content.

How could I know him?

My young friend, very serious

accusations weigh upon you.

The main one is this one...

...and I destroy it.

After this, I hope you trust me.

Sure. His kindness won me over.

Listen carefully to my advice.

To release him, I have to
consult the investigating judge.

I'll keep it here in the
palace until nightfall.

Whatever happens, don't
tell anyone about the letter.

She no longer exists.

If they tell you
about her, deny it!

He denies it and he will be saved.

I will deny it, sir.
Do not worry.

Follow Mr. Commissioner.

These soldiers all
just because of me?

Where do they take me?

- You'll soon find out.
- No.

I want to know now.

Are you a sailor, do you
know the Château d'If?

The Château d'If?

Are they going to imprison
me at the Château d'If?

Apparently.

Come on, bring him.

Sir...

I am Edmond Dantès' fiancee.

What did you do to him?
Answer me.

The man you speak
of is a great criminal.

A criminal?

Edmond?

It's not possible.

where is he?

His whereabouts are
no longer my concern.

Come, Mercedès.

"Canimus deaf"

Your Majesty may be right to
rely on the wisdom of France,

but I think I am not mistaken
in fearing a desperate attempt.

On Horatio's part?

"Pastor quum traheret"

- Sire...
- I'm working, Blacas.

I have a very happy note
about the "Pastor quum traheret".

Mr. Baron Dandré.

Baron, tell the Duke
of Blacas what he

has recently learned
about Bonaparte.

He imagines that
the island of Elba is a

volcano that will
spew Bonaparte here.

Mr. Duke, Bonaparte does not
intend to get along with the locals.

For the time being, he is only
concerned with his pastures and his mules.

and a good food for silkworms.

I'm not unaware that a
kind of fermentation hovers

over the kingdom, but
that doesn't worry me.

France is not measured
by a thousand men.

Mr. Minister of Police
will not be wrong.

It will be me who is wrong.

- However, Sire...
- Yes?

Your Majesty could question
the person I told you about.

I will hear it.

Do you have any more
recent reports than this one?

I'll get another one anytime.

I left this morning.
However, it must have arrived.

I should go there and see.

It's just a moment, Sire. I will go
on one foot and turn on the other.

My messenger traveled
220 leagues in post

just in three days, Sire.

And Mr. de Salvieux strongly
recommended this young Villefort to me.

Villefort, the replacement?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me right away?
I know him very well.

It's a high spirit, seriously...

Ambitious, above all.

To get where you want,
you will sacrifice everything.

Even the father.

Let him in, please.

"Justum et tenacem propositi virum"

Come in, Mr. from Villefort.

Excuse.

Mr. Duke of Blacas
insists that the lord

you have something
important to tell us.

Sire, the performance of my duties
has made me aware of a conspiracy

that threatens Your
Majesty's throne.

The usurper has armed three ships.

By this time he will have left
the island of Elba for France.

He ran-away?

How did you find out about these details?

I personally interrogated a sailor
whom I keep under surveillance.

His mission was to announce
the plan to the Bonapartists in Paris.

Sir...

Sire, a terrible misfortune.

What was it?

The usurper landed
in the Gulf of Juan.

Did he land?

It's an act of madness.

Just a few guards
will do justice.

It seems that no one
opposed his march.

He advances towards
Lyon via Gap and

Sisteron, where he
should have arrived today.

There he has the dispatch.

It was delivered to me just
now at the gates of the Tuileries.

Behold, Bonaparte
marches on Paris.

We have to stop him.
Who gave you the order?

- The telegraph, Sire.
- Did it take three days?

From Marseille, Marshal
Masséna sent a courier

to Lyon, which is as far
as the telegraph goes.

And here Mr. de
Villefort is faster on

the road than your
mail and telegraph!

Sire, it was a fatality.

It was incapacity, sir!
And ineptitude!

You're right.

This can also be
called a fatality.

But you, who are a simple
magistrate of Marseilles,

without agents, informants,
spies, or secret funding,

he knows more than
you and all the police!

Sire, I just took a chance
as a dedicated server.

Surely you settled in
your father's house?

No, Sir.

I'm at the hotel in Madrid.

But will you at least see him?

I do not intend to, Sire.

I forgot that they are
not on good terms.

I have to reward you

for this new sacrifice for
the monarchical cause.

We will not forget
you, rest assured.

In the meantime, accept this
cross from the Legion of Honor.

What are Your Majesty's orders?

Rest as long as you
need and return to

Marseille, where you
will be very useful to me.

Sire, in an hour I
will have left Paris.

You entered on the right foot.

His luck is out.

Number 34 has been
here for a year and a half.

He tried to kill this keyring.

He's a real demon.

- Do you want to file a complaint?
- It's useless.

Trust my experience.

Another year and you will
have gone completely mad.

So much the better for
him, he will suffer much less.

I'm going in to see you.

I'm an inspector,
I have to inspect.

We will.

Who are you?

Mr. de Boville is
inspector general of prisons.

So you are justice personified.

May he have pity on a wretch
who begs him in the name of Christ.

To his furious madman
now gave him for devotion.

What do you have to ask?

Please tell me what
crime I have committed, sir.

I ask you to give me judges.

I ask that my
process be instructed.

Let them shoot me if I'm guilty.

Is it well fed?

It doesn't matter.

The important thing
for me, for justice and for

the king is that no
innocent dies buried alive.

to curse the executioners.

My dear friend,

he tried to attack his
guard, so they told him.

They arrested me for no reason!

He was mad with fury.

And isn't it anymore?

Captivity annihilated me.

I've been here for an eternity.

It's only been a year and a half.

Just a year and a half?

It's not just 17 months.

You don't know what
17 months in prison are.

17 months for a man used to

the sea air, to
space, to infinity.

I was going to marry my
sweetheart, take command of a ship.

On that wonderful day I was
cast into the most terrible darkness

without going to court!

No judgment.

Not knowing if she still loves me.

Not knowing if my
old father is still alive.

I don't ask for mercy, sir!

Just judges.

You cannot refuse
judges to an accused.

I understand.

I'll go over your
file, I promise.

So I'm saved.

Thank you sir.

Poor devil...

You'll show me
his prison record.

Of course, Mr. Inspector General.

Now we have a picturesque
specimen that should cheer you up.

I mean, interest you.
This is a real madman.

Absolutely authentic.

Number 27, known as Abbé

Faria, leader of
an Italian party.

He's been here since 1811.

And what is your madness?

He thinks he has
an immense treasure.

Offer millions to the
government for your freedom.

One million more each year.

If my counts are right,
you should offer him six.

Here's the
registration number 34.

"Edmond Dantès.
Convinced Bonapartist."

"He took an active part in the
return from the island of Elba."

"Keep it in the greatest secrecy
and under the strictest surveillance."

This note was added
by the investigating judge.

Which judge?

Mr. from Villefort.

That Villefort already has
a fine career behind him.

Despite being only 28 years
old, he was appointed prosecutor.

He seems to be held in
high esteem in the Tuileries.

But tell me...

Let's see, they already do...

... 17 months.

That means Edmond
Dantès was arrested

on the eve of the
usurper's return, right?

Yes, indeed it was
February 26, 1815.

He normally he should
have gotten out of prison

as soon as Napoleon
arrived in Paris.

I know that Mr. de Villefort remained
here for a hundred days and if

he did not decide to release Dantès,
he must have had strong reasons.

Because.

The charge is too serious
and too safe to discuss.

Nothing to do.

- Any news for me?
- They didn't bring anything.

It's been six months since
the inspector visited me.

It must be a very special case.

It's Sunday, Admiral!

I'm talking to you.

are you sick?
Do you want me to call a doctor?

If you don't want to say anything,
I can't do anything for you.

My God...

Who speaks of God?

Who?

I spoke.

I spoke again.

Who are you?

And you?

I'm prisoner number 34.

How long have you been here?

Since February 26, 1815.

And you?

I am number 27.

Where does your cell go?

For a covered walkway.

And there are galleries
below sea level.

So much work for nothing.
I was wrong.

I thought this was
the fortress wall.

- Did you want to reach the sea?
- Yea.

To swim away.

I wouldn't have had the strength.

I would have.

I'm stronger than I look.

So much time wasted.

It seems to me impossible
to escape from your cell.

Impossible.

- And then?
- Beautiful work.

It took me four years to dig

with the help of these tools.

- Tools?
- Yea.

It took me two years to make them.

I have everything but a file.

I made a chisel
with the foot of a bed,

a pliers

and a lever.

help me.

My treasure.

What is it?

My treatise on the possibility

of a general and
unique monarchy in Italy.

I finished eight days ago.

And the paper?

Two shirts were enough.

I invented a preparation
that leaves the cloth smooth

and compact as parchment.

You are a chemist.

A little, maybe.

I corresponded with Lavoisier
and spoke with Cabanis.

I'm Abbé Faria.

I was born in Rome.

I was for twenty years
secretary to Cardinal Rospigliosi.

He had at my disposal a library
of about five thousand volumes.

By dint of reading and
rereading them, I realized

that with 150 well-chosen works

the totality of knowledge is obtained.

I knew close to 150 volumes
by heart when they arrested me.

And wrote it with ink and quill?

Do not.

with soot

mixed with wine they
give us on Sundays.

the feathers.

I made them with the
cartilage of horrible hake

that serve us on Fridays.
And to shape them...

Here's the knife.
It's my masterpiece.

I made it with an old iron
candlestick I found there in a corner.

To light me up, fat

of the abominable
Sunday meals of which only

the chef at the Château
d'If knows the secret.

I kept it.

I saved my stomach
and made this candle

that I light up with
these two stones

and with this twist.

Very good.

What would you have done
if you had remained free?

Nothing, maybe.

Misfortune is
necessary to develop

intelligence and
give birth to ingenuity.

The prosecutor was very kind.
Warm, even.

He was going to return to
my fiancée that very day.

After dark, some guards
took me to the port

and they brought
me here in a boat.

If you want to find the culprit,
as an axiom of law says,

look for who would
benefit from the crime.

Who could benefit
from his disappearance?

Nobody.

Everyone was very fond
of me aboard the Pharaoh.

- Any quarrels on board?
- No.

Ah yes...

With whom?

With the bookkeeper, Danglars.
But he had already forgotten.

Once promoted to captain

would you keep this
Danglars at his post?

I do not think so.

Could he have heard
Captain Leclère's last words

about the letter from the
great Marshal Bertrand?

It's possible.

Danglars are
indiscreet by nature.

We're on the right track.
Second question...

Was there anyone interested

in him not marrying Mercédès?

Yes.

A young Catalan named
Fernand Mondego.

I think he would be
unable to write the letter.

Did he know Danglars?

- Yea.
- Now there it is!

On the eve of my wedding, I
saw them at old Pamphile's tavern

with a neighbor of my
father's, the tailor Caderousse.

Hang on.
How did I not remember this?

At the table where they
drank, Danglars did the math,

I had an inkwell and paper.

"Mr. Royal
Prosecutor is notified"

"for a friend of the
throne and of religion"

"that Edmond Dantès..."

That's how it all happened.
It was him!

Danglars wrote the letter!

Let's move on to something else.

- Who interrogated him?
- Substitute for the royal attorney.

But he treated me very affably.

- Until the end of the interrogation?
- Yea.

When he saw what
was compromising me...

...looked darker.

But he soon gave me a great show
of sympathy and burned the letter.

Burned?

In the fireplace.

To whom was it addressed?

To a lord... Noirtier.

- On rue Coq-Héron, in Paris.
- Noirtier?

I once knew a
Noirtier in Piombino.

A functionary of the empire, he had
been a Girondin during the Revolution.

He was a fierce Bonapartist.

-What was his replacement called?
- Mr. from Villefort.

How old were you?

Between 25 and 30 years.

The Noirtier I told you
about, to whom the letter

from the great Marshal
Bertrand was addressed,

it was called not only Noirtier

but Noirtier de Villefort.

He is certainly the father
of this honest magistrate

that showed you so much...

... sympathy.

The infamous!

What have?

A terrible evil will attack me.

Already attacked me once.

Remove the foot bar from my bed.

On the right foot.

Take out the bottle inside.

Quickly, pour the
contents into my mouth.

It's saved!

The third time, I will

be paralyzed or die.

If no one helps me...

I swear I never leave you!

You will be rewarded for
your generosity, my son.

Since today,

half of my treasure
belongs to you.

Yes, I know what's
going through your head.

I've been in prison
for over fifteen years,

but I'm not crazy.
The treasure exists.

One day it will belong to you.

Do you know the
island of Monte-Cristo?

In a cave on this island

hides the entire fortune
of one of the noblest

and richest Romans
of the time of the Borgia,

Cardinal Spada.

How did you find out
about this treasure?

The last Earl of Spada to die

bequeathed me the
cardinal's breviary,

the breviary he had in prison.

When I was reading
it I found this paper

covered in writing
made with invisible

ink that I accidentally
popped out.

It is made with lemon juice.

The cardinal's will?

"On this day 23 April 1498"

"I buried it in the cave on the
small island of Monte-Cristo"

"all I owned in gold ingots,
coins, jewels and stones"

"and that will amount to about
two million Roman shields."

In 1807 this corresponded to
13 or 14 million francs in gold.

"To find this treasure it is
necessary to lift the twentieth rock"

"from the little cove on the
east side, as the crow flies."

"Two openings were
made in these caves."

"The treasure is in the
far corner of the second."

Edmond now also needs
to know this text by heart.

Come on, tell him his lesson.

Two openings were
made in these caves.

The treasure is in the
far corner of the second.

In this part of the island.

This is nothing but a chimera.

The treasure will no
longer be mine than yours.

One day you will.

That's what matters?

the real treasure

is to have him with
me as long as possible.

Listening to him
made me another man.

Well, I will repeat to
you and even predict...

When I am gone, you
will regain your freedom.

If that day comes,

thanks to you, I
will do great things.

This time, my son, it's over.

No!

I'll save it like before.

My dad...

Run, my son.

Run away, otherwise I suffer.

Monte Cristo.

Do not forget.

Monte Cristo.

Enjoy...

... of your fortune.

We need to make sure he's dead.

I assure you, sir.

But it is necessary to comply with
the formalities prescribed by law.

- Complete the job.
- No, sir.

It's still heavy for
such a thin old man.

It must be the weight of the
treasure he had on his head.

Hey!

Hey, oh of the boat!

Oh the boat!

There's a man at sea!

Flip overboard!

Who are you?

A sailor...

...from Malta.

You look more like
a robber than a sailor

with that beard and that trump.

This is...

... a promise I made to
Our Lady of Pie de la Grotta.

I am devout.

Well...

Let's go to Liorne.

Do you know the route?

It's over there.

We avoided Rion Island.

You know the craft.

Something's going
on at the Château d'If.

It's an alarm cannon.

It was some prisoner
who escaped.

To the health of the fugitive.

In Monte-Cristo there
is a lot of hunting.

I'll fix you a nice dinner.

We dropped
anchor at six o'clock.

I go with you.

Maltese!

What happened?

I fell bad and I must
have broken something...

- I'll take you to the boat.
- No.

If I have to get
up, I'd rather die.

Boss!

He doesn't want us
to take him to the boat.

So Maltese?
We cannot leave you here.

Let's get some food and drink.

We only left at night.

Until then, get well.

You're very nice, captain,
but I can't get in your way.

I was reckless and
I must pay for it.

I cannot delay you in delivering
a load worth 600 piastres.

Leave me some cookies,
water and ammo...

...and leave.

- I stay with you.
- No.

Jacopo, I don't need anyone.

I get rid of it myself, I know
of some herbs that heal.

You can come and pick me up
on my way back from Corsica.

It will be at least eight days.

You will find me standing.

That's what I told you.

What did you tell him?

That you are not a
man who speaks lightly.

Faria...