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The Count of Monte Cristo

Don't let anyone pass!

Have you verified everything?

Yes sir everything is working fine.

Teach it. please.

What's up? - It can't happen, sir. There is a capital execution.

Circulation has stopped. Turn around or go another way.

- Will it take long? - No I dont think so.

The van that brings the condemned he just got out of jail.

"They say that he has killed many children

still in their mothers wombs.

He says that he made them angels. But God will take revenge on earth...

She who prevented so many children

could see her mother's eyes.

Now I will see the light no more.

god will take revenge on earth.

Who's going to mourn Gervaise?

It's just that she's so evil... Her place is in hell...

with her friend Lucifer... with her friend Lucifer...

Make way, make way!

We have to get out of here. This is full of uniformed men.

Precisely mate. They would never think that a fugitive he's crazy enough to laugh right in his face.

Look over there, there is your father.

"Who's going to mourn Gervaise?...

It's just that she's so evil...

Her place of hers is in hell... together with her friend from Lucifer "

Thus, when the Count of Monte Cristo She has begged me to do her the favor of coming to see him,

I almost kissed her hand.

The truth is that it is not a favor, but a reward for me, because that's how I see him again and I can thank him for...

For nothing at all young man, you owe me nothing.

Yes, you have saved my father from ruin and dishonor.

Unfortunately he has died too soon, in order to show his gratitude.

Allow the son to be a witness of the father and express his gratitude.

In a word my lord... ask me what you want.

Well, knowing that the bank "Thomson and frech" has decided to open new markets in the East.

More precisely, in Greece. In the city of Janina.

- Janina? - Yes.

It is one of the most important scales of our shipowners on the route to the Indies.

But despite the fact that the General Count of Morcerf, opposed a heroic resistance, the city fell into the hands of the Ottomans.

I already know. I asked Mr. de Morcerf about... the service loaned to the sultan of Janina.

What value!

I still wonder how it is What have they won against the Turks?

- I understand that Sultan Ali Pasha was betrayed. - A betrayal!?

All the more reason to analyze more clearly opening a branch there.

Do you think Mr. Morrel... that you could see me with one of his captains?

�One of those who usually did they make a stopover in Janina?

The man in question is called Cocles, Captain Cocles.

He served the Morrels for 27 years and now he is retired in F�camp...

Well then, let's go to F�camp. at least we change the stinking air that makes us breathe here.

To eufemia it seems that we are in a cemetery with all the graves open...

You are not that far from the truth.

This is the elixir of the great dream. The ones who they take fall into such a deep sleep,

they appear to be dead.

- Another of your friend Faria's recipes? - Yes.

He wasn't too sure about this formula.

The poor...

He was so old.

Finally we will see.

Yes, but Mr. Conde, I know a recipe from the that I am sure that Abbot Faria never spoke to him.

This is a recipe for happiness. - That one always fails.

It depends on the cook. with the lady of the Richardais I think you could be very happy.

With his fortune what a good life could be given... what It would be easy to forget everything that has hurt him...

I already imagine them one day in... London, the other in Budapest, in Saint Petersburg. And why not in America?

America? Do you want me to put a ocean between me and my justice?

What you call justice It's something other than revenge.

Do you think I love being the Count of Monte Cristo?

Actually Bertuccio would scare me if he was my friend.

He is a terrible man, relentless and cold.

But it wasn't me who wanted to be that man. I was happy being Edmond Dantes.

I did not expect anything more from life. But they stopped me.

Villefort... Morcerf, Danglars, even that other Caderousse worm...

who knew everything, but said nothing. When trying to kill the young sailor...

who asked nothing of anyone, they have given birth to the avenger...

that now he asks them to account. Worse for them...

He packs up. We're leaving in an hour.

I put three cushions on it, grandfather.

So you can be upright to be able to see the sky... through the window.

I might see that celebrity go by comet everyone is talking about.

I thank you for it miss but... what Mr. Noirtier prefers, is to see the day dawn.

The dawn... reminds him of the Austerlitz sun.

My dear girl, What is he still doing here?

Maybe I should tell him that a young woman she should never be next to a sick person.

He helped put M. de Noirtier to bed. It's been a bad day.

Considering his state, I don't see which it could be the difference with the others.

Please, my grandfather hears and understands everything.

Barrois we have to talk to my father. - Shouldn't Valentine retire?

No, because this concerns you.

And you, Barrois, dress differently.

I have told him a hundred times that we will have trouble if you persist in wearing those rags.

All that remains is for her to look out the window to shout: "Long live the emperor".

These "rags", Mr. Attorney, traveled the battlefields of Europe.

And those battlefields have made France bigger than it ever was.

On the other hand there is no risk, Mr. Noirtier and I never left here.

My dear father, we have beautiful news to tell you.

Madame de Saint-M�ran will soon arrive from Marseilles.

Does he not understand what that means?

Now we can start preparing the wedding de Valentine with Lieutenant Franz d'Epinay.

Barrois, does my father want to tell us something?

Yes... Mr. Noirtier disapproves of that marriage.

My friend, Barrois, says what comes to mind.

He is wrong Hélóse. That's the way to talk about him.

The right eye for the vowels.

Flashes once for "a", twice for "e", three times "i" and so on.

The left eye does the same for consonants.

The rotten father of hers no longer controls her nerves, that's all.

The lord says that if that marriage takes place, He is going to disinherit Miss Valentine.

what?... But, my dear father...

Let him do it my friend. If he disinherits her all the money it will be for you because you have no more heirs.

And all his fortune... will end up in the hands of the Sisters of Charity of Saint Vincent Paul.

He loses his mind, I do nothing but repeat to him that he must be hospitalized.

This time it is evident that I am right.

Come on Valentine, Valentine...

This poor girl comes to visit him and is just as he thanks himself by disinheriting her.

I will ask the doctor to visit my father.

It seems to me that reason actually begins...

Mr. Noirtier says that... he knows very well why cry you miss.

He will do everything possible for you never married Franz d'Epinay.

- Is he going to marry her? - Of course.

-Despite her father's threat? - Oh, what threat?

It is not bad that she bequeaths her fortune to the poor. I never wanted her money.

And I'm not going to start today. The money my dear Hello, it's good for a Danglars, nothing more.

Ah right, I know. to you only You are interested in glory, right?

Not my dear, neither is glory.

Gloria is a toy that... only satisfies those who pursue illusions...

Morcerf... for example. um?

I have something better, more intoxicating, the power of to be sentenced to death or to be sentenced to a dungeon.

Which amounts to the same thing.

It is enough for me to be a solicitor, it is say in keeping the king's favor.

The d'Epinay family is close to his majesty, and Valentine will marry Franz d'Epinay...

Like it or not.

Yes, I have 17 suitcases, 11 bags and 8 hat boxes. Now, charge everything and don't complain. They are only fabrics, silk, percale, satin.

and take it to my room. and what a maid brush my clothes so they don't wrinkle.

Ah dear Villefort, those stagecoach drivers are unheard of.

Since we left Marseilles they have declared the war with the excuse that I have too much baggage.

Since when can a coachman tell me What should I wear to my granddaughter's wedding?

Oh! Remember the day you married my little Hélène.

How beautiful it was all that day!

seriously? I thought it had rained.

Wasn't that what you told me my friend?

Yes, it rained. By the bucketful, a deluge.

But how we laugh!...

Yes, excuse me. I must see how the kitchen is going.

Dinner will be served served at ten.

His new wife is always so bland...

Yes, anyway... new, new, let's not exaggerate...

It's been many years since H�lo�se and I...

It may be, but I'll never get used to it.

What is it that she saw him?

Well... it's just... I think...

Yes, yes, yes, she stutters, so she did not do well to marry.

I told him but he doesn't want to admit it. Let's forget about his Harpy. And my angel?

And Valentine?

Ah Valentine, Valentine... She is very well, thank you.

No, I mean and the... harpy. How do they take it?

- Well, very good, ma'am, very good. - Translation, they hate each other...

but let's leave it already. That doesn't matter, since Valentine she is going to get married. Which means she'll be leaving here soon.

Please God that she be happy with her Franz d'Epinay.

- That is my only wish. - Mine too, ma'am. She will be.

- I will watch and I promise to do so. - I hope so.

Otherwise my ghost will pull his ears.

The steps of a staircase is not the best place for this type of confidences.

But she knows that this marriage will be the last party you will attend.

The last ceremony in which she is present since then against my will and by force,

It will be my obsequies.

- Why do you talk like that? - I say it because it's true.

That is why Villefort wants this marriage to be great and a good marriage.

Let it be magnificent and impressive. I want him to make me cry, yes cry.

I haven't cried in a long time.

Since the death of H�l�ne.

If you need money... to do the biggest party ever...

tell me.

And the Morrels, sir, have always been kind to me.

Both the father, who is in heaven, with him son.

By that I mean, if I hadn't sent it young Maximilien, I wouldn't have told him anything.

Yes, but your silence would protect the guilty.

I know, but I haven't had a role either very brilliant on this whole thing.

I can't understand how a general, Count de Morcerf, Peer of France...

Forget those big bombastic titles. Morcerf, the rogue did not have them when he was in Janina.

There his name was Fernand Mondego and he was just a lieutenant colonel.

It was Sultan Ali-pasha who made him a general, it was the Turks who enriched him by paying him for his treason.

The scoundrel of Mondego was not the only one who handed over the city of Janina to the Turks,

but it was he, the one responsible for the massacre of Ali-pasha and his entire family.

He got there...at the end of what happened. But above all...

I know it directly from a witness. - A witness?

Yes, sir.

Hayde�, Ali-pasha's own daughter.

But you didn't tell me then that all the Sultan's family was killed?

Everyone except Hayde.

The Turks did with it what they are accustomed to do with the beautiful prisoners, they reduced her to slavery.

Into a harem, where she was turned... in a piece of pleasure.

Now listen to me...

Since the Turks consider Haydee as a merchandise... well... we will buy it for you.

Impossible. I should pay for it least 20 times the sale price of it.

And the price of her considering her rank, her youth of her and beauty of her is already considerable...

And in addition to the rescue... we would have to assemble a ship... and pay for an expedition...

It is a fortune, sir, a fortune.

But let's say I meet a man, able to raise that amount of money...

Despite my age, he would leave immediately.

I'm cold.

However the air is temperate.

Sometimes you blame me for not being able to forgive If you had listened to Cocles' version, Bertuccio...

You wouldn't forgive them either.

Oh Beauchamp, you over here!

I thought the pay of a journalist it was scarce so he could play the stock market.

But if I'm not here to play, but for work, Mr. Count.

It is a service that I have been ordered... I must question the Baron for his insolvency.

Insolvency, Baron Danglars? That's impossible!

Well, that's how it is. It's very bizarre

but for some time luck has eluded him. and his fortune seems to have fallen into an abyss.

But what is he saying? Danglars he is an exceptional financier.

You just lost 5 million on an investment risky, in some mines in Mexico.

And to redo itself, more or less the same thing happened to him in the sturgeon fisheries in St. Petersburg.

Oh yeah? It seems that you enjoy it. You look like like a cat licking itself at a bowl of cream.

By God, Mr. Count, a journalist these days lives mainly from the misfortune of others.

Well, be happy, Mr. Cat, very soon you will observe a delicious dish.

- Janina... - Jani what? - Janina.

I warn you, that this cream... is particularly disgusting. It even makes you want to vomit.

A ghost!... There was a ghost in my room!

Calm down, Grandma. Ghosts do not exist. It was surely the wind that moved the curtains.

I am not crazy. I know what I saw! It was a ghost, I tell you.

The ghost of my poor husband came to warn me that Soon the world of the living will change for that of the dead.

Why were they shouting like that? What is happening here?

It's no big deal. Grandma saw a bad dream.

Oh sure, now they say I'm hysterical!

But why a ghost has dared to enter the house a king's attorney?

Everyone knows that nothing is afraid of alive, dear Villefort, you are untouchable.

But the dead are something else.

She is not delusional, I looked out the window and saw...

It was nothing, I already know the hysteria of a girl.

ok...

He wanted me to drink the water.

If she's thirsty I'll run to prepare her a tisane.

I don't want herbal tea! I don't want to sleep! I want the day to come...

- And let things move forward! - What things, grandmother?

Well, your marriage, my girl. I want to see you married before I die.

Oh no, that's impossible!

Why impossible? Why will it be simple? Does not matter.

I wanted a luxurious marriage, a sublime thing... but nothing was done.

May your marriage be celebrated in the intimacy, as long as it is celebrated.

A notary for the exchange of signatures, a priest for him to whisper 2 or 3 words in Latin and that's it!

Don't worry, I'll stipulate that you are free to wear mourning for me.

So you can have a great party... as soon as they buried me.

But why are you crying?

You don't want me to die?

No! And I don't want to get married! I don't want to! I don't want to!

And what happens to her daughter?

How will I know?

That the world is dissolving, no it is a reason to renounce traditions.

And the tradition of the Saint-Merón is arrange a good and noble marriage.

Franz d'Epinay Is he not a good and noble match?

The best you can dream of, ma'am.

Well, let's not dream anymore. Today is Tuesday.

Let's say that... Saturday at the latest... Our little Valentine will be Baroness d'Epinay.

Your ticket from her, young man! Take your ticket first!

May I see you for a moment, Mr. Morrel?

Leave me, leave me! Someone is waiting for me!

It won't be long. You will arrive on time for the session.

The session doesn't matter to me. I've seen it at least twenty times!

But now, now let me go I have an appointment with...

Mademoiselle de Villefort. it's hers Who do I want to talk to? Do you love her?

What does it matter to you? Who are you to be held accountable?

I need to know the truth. only the truth and let him go.

- Leave me or I will scream! - scream

I will say that I caught you because you wanted to rob me.

You will say that it is false and you will take us to the station police and therefore will not arrive at your appointment.

First of all, let me go.

The answer to her question is, yes, I love Valentine.

and her? Are you also loving Mr. Morrel?

Oh yes!

And how can you love her? Do you know who her father is?

Attorney Villefort.

Few men in the world have been so relentless as the prosecutor Villefort.

And what does that matter to me?

It's Valentine who matters to me, her father can go to hell.

Yes, most likely so.

No, you will listen to me until the end. You love Valentine, because he thinks she's beautiful, right?

My poor child, don't trust that.

What do you know about love and beauty for women?

I have not always been a priest. But it's not about me.

That doesn't matter... you do. So, are you sure that can you love another woman who is not Valentine de Villefort?

Well then...

So... go for it.

Come on ladies and gentlemen, come in, the show starts soon!

Hurry up, the magician is waiting!

Maximilien, I have no way of avoiding marriage.

I've been crying in my room for two days, I have considered all options.

In all possible exits. I am a minor and the law...

And if I told you that there is a country in that there are no laws or hardly any... Algeria!

It is very far.

House Morrel now only has one ship, but for Good luck, Marseille is completing some repairs.

And in a week the "Pharaoh" can be ready to set sail for Algeria...

A kidnapping? are you serious? you are crazy

Say "yes."

No, I say no. The pity that my father and grandmother would suffer.

Then I will have it.

So be it! I already know what I should do.

Yes. Forget it.

Leaving here I will go to the Royal Palace under the arch, where are the arms dealers

And I'll buy a gun, I'll load it and I will sit on the edge of a fountain.

Why at the edge of a fountain?

Because the noise of the water drowns out that of the detonation.

Die, but without bothering anyone, not even to the doves of the Royal Palace.

Agree.

okay what? Okay about the gun? Agreed by the Source? Okay to kill me?

Okay... for Algeria.

seriously? Won't you change your mind?

No, and I hope you don't either. When we get there, you will marry me.

- No. - Why not?

No, we'll wait until we get to Algeria.

When we leave Marseilles, the captain of the "Pharaon" will marry us.

This is what we are going to do. Tonight At 11 we will meet at the gate.

I will wait for you with a carriage.

Don't carry luggage, by the way We will buy everything you need.

What an imbecile! What an imbecile, that rookie Maximilien!

Precise becomes infatuated at the most inopportune moment.

What will that little girl have that she likes so much?

- Do you also find her beautiful? - Of course.

It is discouragingly dull. Too blonde... too milky...

Sure, Mr. Conde, because... you just fairly describe a Brioche, right?

- And Miss Valentine is quite a Brioche. - A Brioche.

Madame Richardais looks for her Excellency The Count of Monte Cristo.

Are you preparing for a costume ball? Can I accompany you?

It's been so long since I've put on makeup. Let's see, what does he think I can dress up as?

De Brioche, ma'am.

Brioche? But how original! You always have extraordinary ideas!

I see it, a little round hat and carefree in the tan head...

and then the dress a little lighter than the hat, with some flounces well adjusted so that they give the sensation of the drawings of the entanglement

Her name is Camille. She calls her my Brioche.

Her mouth tastes like vanilla. He says it's harder than a rock.

They sit under the tree. Oh my gosh, happiness is near!

For Captain Cocles, to finance his trip to Janina.

And then?

It's like Ali-Baba's cave! there inside there is gold and jewels to give and take.

Let's go well, let's stay in the surroundings.

- We wait for night to fall. - Yes.

It doesn't look good, ma'am, coming here unexpectedly.

If I have disturbed you, forgive me but...

How could I offend him? You don't work that I know of.

Well yes, ma'am, I work.

in what?

Fixing some debts that certain people owe me.

If I came without warning, sir, it was because I miss him. 53 hours without seeing him.

53 hours? Have you been counting them?

I also counted the minutes.

And the seconds?

I don't have such an accurate timer for that.

For tomorrow I will give you one.

Don't go too far with your gifts. What I want is her presence.

For doing what?

Something... like this for example...

Forgive me if it doesn't work out for me. I have never kissed very well but... will you teach me, you who knows everything?

Your song does not lie, lady, you taste like vanilla.

And you love vanilla?

At first glance, yes. But if you don't have inconvenient... I'd like to be sure...

The contents of the cabinet alone have made it worth coming.

There is a trick to open it, some kind of mechanism secret. But I saw how our man does it.

It is one thing to see, but to enter a place is another thing.

It's very easy. The darkness, a well-fixed ladder, a good sharp diamond to cut the glass...

And if they surprise us? Oh, of course... a murder... would you dare?

If they capture us, you know what we have right for having escaped?

- Hey, prince... - What?

It has just struck twelve in Saint-Germain. We've been waiting for an hour...

Well okay, I'll go see what happens. She doesn't move from here.

She dead, she is dead. I can't believe this disgrace.

And above all is that abominable condition.

Do you think she suffered?

Atrociously, I'm afraid. just look the poor face of her deformed of her.

In my opinion, the poison that killed her was poorly dosed.

Hence that... irrepressible pain, that drowning that never ended.

A poisoning? It seems to me jump to conclusions too quickly d'Avrigny!

Who could hate her to the point of...?

I'm not saying that they administered the poison. No, for me, the suicide hypothesis is the most probable.

But why should I? Also with his age...

My poor friend, there is no age for despair.

Where is Mademoiselle Villefort's room?

On the first floor, sir. But the poor lady...

Maximilien Morrel, madam. I am a friend of...

Thank you sir. Anyway, I thank you for coming so quickly.

We did not expect visitors before the morning.

But how did he realize the misfortune that afflicts us?

This was where...

Where does he rest? Yes, sir.

If you want you can enter a moment and retire before his mortal remains.

But he warns you that we haven't had time... to prepare it accordingly.

I thought...

you!?

He was so horrified, if you only knew...

We have discovered that he died instantly...

that I was about to find myself with you. And flee like that, I couldn't do it...

Yes, I understand. You did the right thing.

Would you be offended if I think of us?

His death is tragic, of course, But maybe it's a miracle.

A miracle?

You said that Madame de Saint-M�ran wanted hasten your marriage to Franz d'Epinay.

She's dead, which is sad, but... now we can breathe a little of that marriage Valentine!

Not yet, Maximilien. Before I die, my poor grandmother at the request as a last will that...

what? What has she asked for?

Let that marriage take place... and that he performs after his obsequies.

Tomorrow, my love, tomorrow I will get married.

But no!

Yes. She talked about an outstanding debt, about something that our family owes to the d'Epinay family.

Furthermore my father swore to it, and an oath made at the head of a dying man does not betray.

Where could that have ended up? document? Ah, damn glasses!

Ah, here it is. uh... but no, this is the testament of the Marquise de Vetheuille.

Uh... that, what is that? Ah... yes!

The act of sale of the Gisors hotel. Nothing to do with your case.

But let no one be impatient, besides, I Corporal of...

Ah... you'll find it's contract.

You can't ask me to sign a contract of marriage the day I bury my grandmother.

The one who will sign is me, you are a minor. You just have to be present.

This time I found it. if everyone It's ready, we can start.

Before me Mr. Delafosse, undersigned notary,

we appear to marry between...

Mr. Franz Alfonse Cristian d'Epinay, officer of the king's army.

Single, older, husband-to-be, stipulating for him with his own name.

And Miss Valentine Julie Marie de Villefort

single, minor, future wife,

and finally stipulates that the sum of the dowry of Mademoiselle de Villefort will be 50,000 gold francs.

Excuse me, sir, but had not been spoke of a hundred thousand francs?

My dear Franz, we would have liked to be more prodigal...

Only, you will see my... father-in-law, he has kept one of his personal secrets,

And he has disinherited us all, to my husband, Valentine and me.

So we must ensure our future.

After all Franz, we all know that he marries Valentine for her money.

Unsure. It's for love... a love deep, sincere and disinterested.

After reading the contract, and that the parties approve it in all its terms,

they have signed it according to the law before me, Jacques-Alphonse Delafosse ministerial officer

It is signed in Paris on July 21, 1838. If you agree, please put your signature..

Are you happy? Because I know.

If this day had not mourned for the Burial of Madame de Saint-M�ran,

It would be the happiest day of my life.

Valentine, don't you say anything?

I have nothing to say.

- Stop, lieutenant, don't sign! - But Barrois? What's up?

I beg your pardon, sir. attorney, but it is Mr. Noirtier.

He sent me to say that he wishes see M. Lieutenant d'Epinay.

Tell my dad that we will go upstairs to introduce him to our respects when we have complied with the formalities.

Mr. Noirtier insists that he do so immediately.

He says that this is an extremely serious matter.

Is this the painting, sir?

Have we come to play decorators?

There is a paper. Should I read it out loud?

- Should I give it to someone?... To whom, sir?

Due to the confession contained in Mr. Villefort,

This role forces me to cut quickly and forever all relationship with his family.

Mr. Delafosse, I ask you to leave us alone. You too Barrois come out.

But what is it then that says that paper?

Franz d'Epinay has been about to get married with the granddaughter of the man who killed her father.

Yes, Hlose, this is a confession signed by me father, before the paralysis came upon him,

-And by which he recognizes... - Be a murderer?

Nerd. Not a murderer, thank god.

My father killed General Quesnel, Baron d'Epinay, it's true, but...

in a non-criminal way. as defined by law.

No, he went in a duel.

An explanation between men of honor... A duel without witnesses...

Which explains why the police had thought that General d'Epinay had been assassinated.

A duel of swords... in the middle of the night... on the banks of the Seine...

The combat lasted more than an hour, the blades of the swords broke and went on with pistols.

That was how things happened, right?

Now my confession: I already knew.

How so, did you know?

Yes, 20 years ago in Marseille I received an accusation anonymous, and a man appeared before me.

It was about a young sailor who was arrested at his engagement party.

I remember his name: Edmond Dantes.

That Dantes was on the island of Elba where an assistant Napoleon's field officer gave you a sheet for you.

That letter, my father, told you that... the Emperor defeated, he hastened to flee the island of Elba,

to disembark in France in order to regain power.

And he entrusted her with the mission of facilitating his conquest,

eliminating by all means one of the adversaries Napoleon's most dangerous: the Baron d'Epinay.

Well yes, I know that... you never was aware of that letter,

to protect him and to save him, I burned it, I reduced it to ashes.

But... if that letter was destroyed, How, then, did your father say...?

He however, executed a mission, without ever having known?

Yes.

Due to his intimate conviction that his duty was to eliminate d'Epinay anyway.

Isn't that right?

Me too Hlose, my conviction has always been enough...

I have never needed to receive orders to decide when a person deserves death.

And the young sailor?

I ordered them to confine him in the dungeons of the castle of If.

- For the rest of his days. - Just because he served as a messenger?

How to know if he had read the letter?

It was him or my father.

But you don't have to anymore, right? It's going to set you free?

It's too late. He tried to escape and drowned.

How unfair it is!

That way I'll never call your father to account.

- Salam aleikum, Hassan! - Aleikum Salam, sir!

No, Hassan, without light. Go find Muhammad Quick!

He would have waited until midnight.

No. Midnight is dangerous on a full moon.

I don't like this matter.

It is too big a risk, we would take out More making your father sing to the attorney.

It will be much more useful if things go wrong.

I will say who I am and who is he and that will get us out of trouble. Now go up.

You better go up.

No, I'll watch. If someone approaches uh... I'll imitate the owl's song.

I know how to do the owl song as well as you.

And also, I have vertigo.

Hey... if you're scared like a chicken, you'll I will open like a chicken. So go up!

- But I have vertigo. - Come on up!

Muhammad! There are two men in the park with a ladder. They're going to try to get in.

Do not fear, I will give them what they deserve!

Don't let them in.

follow us.

- There are two men. - Thieves?

They are not murderers. If anyone has guessed who I am, That someone has every interest in shutting me up.

Or report it to the police.

Too dangerous. if they hand me over to police will tell everything I know, and I know a lot...

about the things of the Danglars, Villefort and others Morcerf. I don't think they risk it.

Should I warn your other servers? The young Hasan he is too strong to strangle people with a rope.

Don't get agitated, pretend the house is empty.

He watches the stairs. And above all don't shoot first.

I want to know who they are and who sent them.

- Are you sure there are only two? - Yes

Surely this is worth millions.

Many millions!

Do you know that you have disappointed me very much in Caderousse?

Abbot Busoni, what are you doing here?

And you, Caderousse?

Oh me? Well, Mr. Abbot... As you can see, looking for...

- I search - Are you looking for... are you looking for what?

Well... what to live on.

Was the rent I give you not enough?

Everything is very expensive, Mr. Abbot, for a poor fugitive man.

To sleep under a roof, to eat something hot, even to wash with warm water you have to pay 10 times more,

Have yourself, Sir. Abbot, knowing that you are a holy man.

If I beg you to let me go, I know well what he will tell me:

"My good Caderousse come out through your legs but first...

buy my silence, if you don't want to hand you over to the gendarmes"

Come on take it, I will give you everything that I have... a good heart.

That will be for his poor ...

You would sell your father and mother, Caderousse.

A parent may not have the vocation to become a martyr.

Grace, grace, mercy, Lord Abbot. I didn't want...

Of course not. Killing a man doesn't it hurts since death brings him closer to god.

That's how you see things, isn't it, Caderousse?

Yes, that's what I think, yes.

Perfect!

When the executioner binds you to the iron to put your neck close to the window,

right under the blade, you will be a happy man.

No, no, no, not that!

How bad you smell Caderousse,. Is it fear that makes you smell like that, or what?

Have you soiled your pants? Are you leaving so fast already, Caderousse?

Can I go you say? Is it okay for me to go?

It is God who must want or not. Do you accept that God judges you?

If you let me go, I'll agree to whatever you want.

Done deal.

If God allows you to reach your lair safe and sound,

that will be the proof that he will forgive you.

And then Abbot Busoni will forgive you too.

- Pick up... - But no... I... I told him it was for his poor.

The poor? But I'm never going to find a poor poorer than you.

Pick up... and disappear.

- And then did you find something? - Yes!

I'm sorry, little father, they taught me to survive, not to share.

Go find him Muhammad, Bertuccio, quickly!

Hey, one more step and I'll shoot!

Hey, stop!

No, don't kill me, I give up, I give up. Do not kill me!

Very good, Muhammad. let us.

A surgeon. Find a surgeon.

No surgeon can do anything for you anymore. It's a father you need, Caderousse.

To hell with the priests! I don't believe in your god!

And why, Caderousse? Why don't you believe in god?

Because he doesn't exist.

If it existed... the world would be less ugly. The good rewarded, and the bad punished.

Remember, Abbot, we have already talked about it.

You told me about Dantes. Poor Dantes, doesn't he tell you anything?

Are you about to die and you think of Edmond Dantes?

Yes, because... he he was punished.

And the others... who betrayed him... all are now are rich and glorious.

Your god is nothing.

Unjust is your god.

Oh yes, Caderousse. Oh yeah. God is fair.

Look at me, I am the Edmond Dantés.

he is dead.

No, he lives. He is here, by your side, he holds your hand.

Look at me Caderousse. I am alive, well alive.

Edmond Dantes? Are you Edmond Dantes?

Yes.

But... if you are Edmond Dantes, then... then...

So what?

Let's go forward!

He was the first to pay, but he can that he was not the worst of all.

You are his fellow prisoner, It is not true? The famous Toussaint?

Italo Bertuccio. with arms out back, very strong. Then we will deliver it.

And if they ask what he did wrong?

You will say that he is the son of his father.

If you knew who my father is, you would tremble.

Young man, if you knew who I am, you he would know that it is his father who is going to tremble.

Well done, well done!

The first prize. Congratulations.

Very good, my son.

Nice race, sir.

Thank you, ma'am, but it was a victory, it's a little unfair.

unfair?

What happens is that I am not a amateur... in the matter of navigation.

Oh yes, of course. his long journey by East. He did not miss the sea much.

- I miss many things, ma'am. -Despite his fortune...

So... you can get all that you dream of.

I dream little. My nights are sad.

What a strange man you are! Hearing it might seem unhappy.

Is it too late to... take a walk?

You row well. He is a true marine.

Do you like sailors?

- It is very bizarre what is asked. - What question?

To know if I like sailors.

It is to entertain the conversation. It seems to me that we don't have much to talk about.

Like all quality people who they know little... In Paris we call it modesty.

It is true that yes, we do some confession, here no one will be able to listen to us.

Do you have a confession to make to me?

me? No. No. And you, sir?

Me neither, ma'am.

Well, that's how it will be, without confessions. I am Mercédés de Morcerf and my life has no secrets.

You are the Count of Monte Cristo and his life is also not a mystery.

But even so, both you and I... We have a past, we had a youth...

Happy... yours?

Until a certain point. and you?

Until a certain day.

It was Madame de Morcerf who asked the Mr. Conde to take a ride in his boat.

I also wanted to go for a walk.

It is a matter of an instant. the lord will return and will take you for a ride too.

But I don't want it to run out.

And besides... I'm afraid it's a little late. Do you want to tell him that you will return to Auteuil?

And if I allowed you to call me Mercados At least when we're alone

Thank you, it is a very beautiful name, I love to say it... Mercy.

But, in turn, How can I call you?

as you wish.

Let's see... why not... Emile?

Emile, take us out into the sun, it's cold in the shade.

No, no, I definitely don't like Emile.

Try another.

Since we have the letter "E"... Why not...

Edmond?

Edmond, please take me to the sun...

We are in the sun, Merc�d�s. We are in full light. Doesn't he seem blinding?

Yes, right now... he burns my eyes.

You must know that I am not happy.

My husband is not...

We decided that no confessions.

bear them. I have never been able to confess to anyone.

And I am the chosen one? why?

Because they say that he is only passing through Paris.

Anyway, don't count it... You are a cloud. Listen mister cloud.

I loved another man. I loved her madly.

We were at our engagement party He disappeared under strange circumstances,

brutal and dramatic.

Disappearances, Merc�d�s do not exist. The only disappearance is death. In another case...

She rummages, she digs, she searches, she find... or find again.

But what do you think? well sure that I tried to hear from him.

But his own father told me that Edmond was dead.

Was he called Edmond too?

It's coincidence. but you have reason, I will give it another name.

I don't want you to carry the name... of a dead man.

Even if it's just a game.

A game, yes, a game. When I was child always feared the moment...

when my father went to the window and shouted: "It's late, come in the house!"

It was always around this time.

His father was right to call him to order. It is true that it is late.

Too late...

Grandfather, here is Maximilien. he I wanted to thank you personally.

Mr. Noirtier, I will never forget what he did for us.

I imagine what it would have cost him to face it to d'Epinay's look when he learned the truth.

Now, if he doesn't bother you, we'll keep watch for you. Valentine and I will take care of him.

Not forgetting Barrois, of course!

I bring you the lord, some lemonade good fresh... that Miss Valentine has prepared for you.

Is he not thirsty? Well I know, It's terribly hot this afternoon.

One might think that summer does not go to finish. With your permission, sir.

Be careful, Barrois, you don't have to drink icy things with so much heat.

I tell you an old beast like me, he is no longer afraid of anything.

When one has been about to burn in a Moscow on fire and has survived the passage through the Berezina one not...

Oh god!

- What's the matter? - Oh god - I don't know

He must be indisposed. I will call my father fortunately, he is with Dr. d'Avrigny.

Worse, do not stay there, be more prudent. Go away.

What are you looking at so much d'Avrigny, after all they are just common medicinal plants.

Ah, precisely yes but...

Certain associations may be eminently toxic...

-And if his mother-in-law... - Come on, my dear, put the novel down.

Can you imagine Madame de Saint-M�ran poisoning himself, for wanting to play the apothecary and amateur.

Daddy! Doctor d'Avrigny! Come soon! Come on!

The pulse is weak, almost imperceptible. The eyes are already turned. She must vomit.

Mademoiselle de Villefort, run to the nearest apothecary and bring an emoticon, ask for the strongest they have.

The lemonade. This happened after drink the lemonade... that I drank.

The lemonade? What lemonade?

The lemonade, which is there, sir.

Yes, it's a lemonade. Did you prepare it?

No... it was... Miss Valentine.

It seems that he is dead.

- Well, but I tell him I'm not going. - Oh yes, you will go.

But no, sir, I am at your service because I promised myself.

In that case, you can't make me to work for someone else.

What does this mean? Who do I represent to you? A kind of merchandise, a slave, is that it?

To borrow, rent, sell?

Yes, I lend you the Villeforts, but you you continue to serve me, in fact...

You will never serve me better than now.

- Away from you? - Yes, next to Valentine. You will serve me, protecting her.

Come on, this is already too much! To tell the truth, it's beyond me.

A few days ago, I was thinking of doing swallow an infamous mixture, a kind of elixir,

because he wanted his father to die of grief.

And now I must watch over her like a Vestal By her fire, do you know what she wants?

Do you know what a fallacy is? - No, and believe me I'm not dying to know.

Examples of Sophistry: Socrates is mortal, all Cats are mortal, therefore Socrates is a cat.

Yes. Very funny, refined even. But understand me, I'm sad.

Another fallacy: I love Maximilien, Maximilien loves Valentine,

Consequently, I love Valentine. And Valentine is in danger. Should I continue?

She's fine, she's fine. I understand. She wants Let her be your babysitter, for I will be your babysitter.

- At least that little girl is cute. - Well, here is your bottle, dear nanny.

At the slightest suspicion that she is sick, she make her drink that.

But on what basis do you think that Will the Villeforts accept me to take care of their house?

I spoke with H�lose. All the servants are gone. They will receive you as a messiah.

Good evening, sir. I came for the position.

She is eagerly awaiting you. Come in, sit down like at home. Your food is on the table.

And the others?

You will see them tomorrow when they meet. I do not stay Not one more minute in this cursed house.

Why damn, why does he say damn, you were not comfortable here?

In eight days, two poisoned and one was one of ours.

It is not exactly the conception of happiness.

That is sure. Better safe than sorry.

Here is a report of the analysis of the lemonade that caused the death of Barrois.

Here, read. It is eloquent.

poisoned. A mixture of extract digitalis and hemlock cooking. I had no choice.

Nonsense doctor. My father drank from that lemonade that you say is poisoned,

and nothing happened to him.

In fact, it surprised me.

But due to his condition, Mr. Noirtier it is literally loaded with medicines.

I know because I am the one who prescribes them.

No doubt they will have counteracted the effects of the poison, somehow acting as permanent antidotes.

Order the exhumation and autopsy of the body of Madame de Saint-M�ran.

I am sure that in its entrails we can find the same traces of digitalis and hemlock.

I'm not ordering anything like that, d'Avrigny. Kill it well in your head.

I can understand the truth scaring you. It was Valentine who made the Barrois lemonade.

Don't say that doctor. You are delirious.

Oh sure, you didn't want to kill his poor servant, no, his victim was Noirtier.

But a tragic chance... caused that Barrois drank his master's glass.

Absurd, d'Avrigny, absurd. Valentine adores her grandfather.

Valentine hasn't been disinherited?

It is a senile act. And also Valentine doesn't care about it.

In appearance only. the young girls they know how to hide their game, you know it well.

Come in!

I am Bertuccio, sir, your new administrator.

Yes, I know, my wife told me. What is it that she wants?

Nothing, Mr. Attorney. It was the attorney general who called me.

really? I don't remember.

Yes, you said you needed a brandy.

I will bring it immediately.

I will drink that brandy neat, d'Avrigny. I don't want to share more with you.

I will leave this house and I will never return.

So be it.

I have told him what concerns me.

Listen to me Villefort,

Although it may seem unfair and intolerable, Valentine should not fall into a state of boredom.

Beneath that appearance of a little girl there is a woman hysterical whose perverted and tormented nature,

makes... the slightest annoyance enough to awaken the worst of dementias.

She hasn't slept for several nights.

I know, like you, what awaits Valentine if she denounces her for the crimes of poisoning.

No, no you don't know that.

You have never seen a head cut off. I know.

I have seen hundreds.

I've seen them up close I have seen abject terror in his eyes.

I have touched her pearly skin... in icy sweat that gives off the sweet fragrance of death.

I've heard her teeth clash, until such a point that one of them breaks.

Is that what you want me to do with my daughter?

You are the monster, if you dare suggest such a thing.

We may be able to avoid the worst and achieve a measure of internment.

Where the crazy?

�To be treated like a rabid animal, tied night and day?

Now listen to me, d'Avrigny.

If you dare say a word of all this, will lock him up in prison.

In prison, me? And under what pretext?

Trust me.

I will find them.

I'm already used to it.

Okay, I'll shut up.

I pity him. Above all I fear for you. Any of you can be the next victim.

It doesn't matter who, the one who lives in this house may be the next victim.

Get out!

My friend,

I have heard it all.

She's my daughter. Nobody will hurt him, nobody.

On the other hand, I will never leave here again. I have locked her in her room.

She is right. But I don't think she She likes nothing to be a prisoner.

It would be preferable that his bad mood she fell on me and not on you.

Where is the key?

On the door of her room.

I'm going to see her.

Rest you.

I will take care of everything.

Please Mr. Conde, can I finally try?

I tell him that I love it when he says Mr. Conde

while her eyes beg me: "Kiss me, kiss me, like a cook!"

And how do cooks kiss?

Oh they make it delicious!

What are you doing here?

Because I'm scared.

fear? Fear does not exist. Is an illusion like the other things.

He returns where you come from.

It is not for me that I am afraid, I am afraid for her.

For Valentine?

Valentine? Which Valentine?

Valentine de Villefort.

Ah, that little girl!

What's wrong with him?

A certain Doctor d'Avrigny is convinced that it was Valentine to poison Barrois and Madame de Saint-Méran.

The worrying thing is that the lemonade that Mr. Barrois drank,

Valentine made it, and it contained poison.

- And what kind of poison? - A type of mixture of hemlock and digitalis.

The damned! Now that she's sure that your mixture is effective,

you can be sure that she will not stop.

What a misfortune! Do you also think that she is the culprit?

I believe that she is in danger of death. Return to the Villeforts'.

Break down Valentine's door if you must. Do not allow anyone to enter, especially H�lo�se.

I will meet you as soon as possible. Where can I enter without being seen?

I still do not know the house well, it is immense and gloomy. I would think it is possible to enter through the roof.

Well, through the roof. Go fast.

And stay alert. You should be with Valentine by now, go away.

I will go later.

She suddenly she has put on a face of concern that I do not like at all, sir.

A slight annoyance, ma'am. But it doesn't matter, though...

Although what?

Although I hoped it would stay tonight after dinner, but...

Oh, let me stay!

If you knew how cold it is in my old house in Auteuil.

Please, I want to stay here with you.

near you. hugging you...

- Be sensible, ma'am. - And why?

Because tonight I have some things to do.

Leave it for tomorrow. Tomorrow will also be night.

Impossible, ma'am.

- They're expecting me tonight. - Who's waiting for him? Not a woman, I hope?

If death looks like a woman, then yes.

Bertuccio, what are you doing here?

What am I doing? I do what you should do. I protect your Valentine.

Do you protect her? How do you protect her? What does that mean? Is she in danger?

Speak, Bertuccio, speak!

But no, she doesn't have to worry. Now we watch over her.

Yes, but it's you who says that. And you Bertuccio, you're just Bertuccio.

- Of course not... - I didn't mean that...

Oh no, I said so myself, I said so... But calm down Lord, because I am not alone. There is also that man.

what man?

That man who, although he is my master, I will soon consider him a friend.

One day I will talk to him about "you". And I will hug him. And now to work.

He wakes up... Wake up in the name of God!, wake up.

Wake up, little creature, wake up, I need you!

I need you! Wake up!

Well Bertuccio, well...

Over here.

Be careful that the stairs creak.

Mademoiselle de Villefort's room.

My poor girl. All those emotions have exhausted her. I prepared a remedy to help him sleep.

Thank you, Hélóse, I don't need anything, I was already asleep.

There is no doubt, but with this you will sleep much better.

Drink... that's right... in good spirits. Take every last drop.

That's... That's... That's my little girl, that's...

Sleep well.

Good night.

If he screams we are lost... and you will never see Maximilien again.

What did the drink you made him drink taste like?

What did it taste like? I did not realize. A little bitter.

Please, you must be more precise, Your life depends on it!

A pleasant taste... with a taste of plants.

Bertuccio. Where is the vial I gave you?

- The blister? What is he talking about? - The antidote, the antidote!

It's over. They had prepared dinner for me and I had my doubts. And I drank it all whole.

I find it difficult to breathe.

Quickly run to the laboratory and bring the antidote.

It's a test tube... there's a little left. Quick!

How cold, I am very cold!

Faster, he goes to sleep there. Go, come on, faster! Mr. Coachman Come on!

Mr. Bertuccio, it is I, the Captain Cocles. Mission completed!

Mr. Bertuccio!, despite a little delay, announce the news to the Count of Monte Cristo...

Ah yes, thank you very much, it is very Fine, but I'm late.

Mr. Bert...! Mr. Bertuccio!

- But where... where is the coachman? - He didn't want to wait.

Come, hurry up, come.

Come on, come on, come on, quick!

Someone's footsteps, come on.

Oh no! It is a matter of seconds.

Thank God, the antidote works faster than the poison.

You need a moment.

Thank god, I saved her.

For now. You can be sure that Villefort will try again.

When she sees that the poison of this night did not have the effect I expected...

We run the risk of preparing another, but I no longer I will know the formula so... we won't have an antidote.

Excuse me, Mr. Conde. I want to know what my punishment will be.

I made a terrible mistake. Because of me, there was little lack for...

I am not infallible either, Bertuccio.

Ah, Mr. Conde, at last you! I swear I don't I understand nothing. What a night, but what a night!

They leave us taking root in front of their house, and then they bring us here.

In the faith of Captain Cocles, the Turks are less grumpier than his lord Bertuccio.

Oh my God...

Hayde�.

If you knew... where I found it... and in the sorry state it was in.

I know, Captain Cocles. I guess all he has endured.

Not...

let me. I will take the reins. I need some air.

Welcome to my home, ma'am. I am the Count of Monte Cristo.

I am your slave, sir, because apparently he has been kind enough to buy me.

I didn't want to buy it, I wanted to free it.

You were a prisoner, and I hate prisons.

I know, sir, that I should have returned to Auteuil.

But I was curious to know what you called "have an encounter with death."

She is too beautiful to resemble death.

This young woman has suffered a lot.

Are the suffering young women her secret garden?

Camille de la Richardais, who also suffered a lot.

Widow after two years of marriage...

And imagine that I have committed the imprudence falling in love with someone I considered a man,

but which in fact turned out to be a owl or a bat, anyway...

a being that seeks the night, and that does not to never stay still in a bed.

Thank you for the word "in love" ma'am. For the rest we will talk later.

You must be tired. Muhammad is going to prepare a room for him.

Wouldn't Princess Hayde be better off in Auteil?

No one can know that we we find... and that she is in Paris.

I demand absolute secrecy from her... for her safety... and for my projects.

Since you know my house, ma'am... I beg you to take care that nothing is missing.

Thank you, Captain Cocles.

You also asked me to bring you some documents. Here they are.

Come on Beauchamp, pull yourself together. What I ask of you is an in-depth article.

Victoria, first year of reign.

What you wrote is not an article political, but a declaration of love.

It's just that... with her 19 years old, and her beautiful round face, and her smile shy...it's very charming that she's the queen of England, isn't it?

Mr. Beauchamp!

It's very urgent.

Thanks.

Let's grow the Queen of England, here I have something explosive.

Take, read, sir.

If this is true, what a scandal!

Are you sure of this information?

I'm sure of the man who sent it.

We hope so, because otherwise, I would lose my newspaper.

In any case, from the first moment, let's be prudent, Let's light the fuse, but let's not explode the bomb.

Do you have an idea of ​​the title?

"They write to us from Janina"

Let us ask God, sir, that you never have in a duel. At least against me.

A bullet in the heart, what punishment can it be?

A punishment worthy of its name must last a long time.

Have you ever missed the mark? - Never.

Please teach me.

Sign up with the weapons master. The next class will be on Saturday.

I have no time.

I beg you, you saved my life in Rome, don't let him lose it in Paris.

Albert, what's up?

I have an ugly issue. A challenge.

- A duel, you? - I was offended.

- And who is the offender? - Beauchamp.

- Beauchamp, the journalist? But I thought they were friends.

no more. Look, read the third page, below, "They write to us from Janina"

And where is the offense?

How, where is the offense?

That article hints that a certain Fernand, French officer who served in Greece

he would have breached his duties by betraying the Sultan Ali-pasha, and handing over his family to the Turks.

And the signature: Beauchamp.

A certain Fernand, yes. But what does that have to do with you?

My father's name is Fernando.

My dear little one, there are hundreds of people here in Paris who are called Fernand.

He is a very banal name in our time.

And if the word "banal" seems offensive to you, saying that the name is fashionable.

But that they have served in Greece, and under the banners of the sultan of Janina?

Let's see... the allusion to my father is obvious.

Let's face it... the article if anything it would go against the honor of his father,

It's not up to you to fix it but of the Count of Morcerf.

Thank god my father doesn't know nothing about this slander.

He never reads the Messager, because he considers it a blade sold to his political enemies.

And you, what would you do if your father was insulted?

My father? They did worse than insult him...

they made him die of grief.

- And you didn't try to take revenge? - Yes.

Well, you see.

As offended I have the right to choose weapons.

I am a good swordsman, while Beauchamp has never used a sword.

Instead, he knows how to use a firearm.

In memory of our old friendship and since a duel is not a murder,

I chose pistols, but I don't understand anything about pistols.

So you replaced murder with suicide.

Unless you teach me to shoot.

And I refuse. By making Albert an elite shooter, It's like I'm aiming at Beauchamp's chest.

That poor boy has published an article based on a document that I sent him.

In that case, Albert is also innocent. �Since when the Children of parents must pay for the mistakes of their parents?

If that were so, then also young Valentine...

If I confuse Fernand de Morcerf,

Today his son will have no reason to fight.

While as for Valentine...

Hóloése doesn't stop hovering around her...

to make him a coffee, an orangeade, or a cassis...

Well, I spend my time watching her, but unfortunately there are also nights...

And I must sleep from time to time.

Speaking of the dream, there may be a way to put Valentine out of her stepmother's reach,

Do you remember the toad I gave the elixir to? What causes a dream that looks like death?

It's an idea I don't like.

There being no more, it is the only solution.

Meanwhile, she returns to our side protected. I'll see you tomorrow... here.

At ten.