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Ladies and gentlemen,\ngood evening.

When he learned something\nof his mother's past,

...the young man saw in her profile\nthe figure of a woman.

However, he is\nstill unaware.

Still unaware of the true identity of the man\nwho brought this look to her face.

Act 5: Do You Love Your Fiancée?

I can't believe I'm seeing sights like this\nunderneath the Champs Elysees.

It's like a dream.

Perhaps this truly is\nbut a dream.

At times, I find myself forced\nto consider that possibility.

In that case, here's an eye-opening question\nfor you. How much did you sink into this?

How much did this dream house\nof yours set you back?

We stopped bothering with hassles like keeping track of the money...

...halfway through construction.

Thanks for that reply. It'll make a great headline.

Where's that music\ncoming from?

There!

She's the girl from\nthe opera!

She's beautiful...

You're not gonna try and tell us that she's artificial, too, are you?

Don't be rude! She's...

She is a doll\nnamed Haidee.

A poor puppet who still lives, even after her soul has been stolen away.

Haidee obeys\nmy every whim,

...and should I wish it, would not\nhesitate to take her own life.

You're kidding...

Don't be so surprised. This is the Count\nof Monte Cristo we're talking about.

He renounced his soul\nages ago.

Am I wrong?

You're going too far, Beauchamp!

How else could a man amass a fortune\nlike this in one lifetime?

I'm afraid... I must agree.

Why are you all\nacting like this?

Listen, the Count isn't as cold\na man as you think he is.

Isn't that right, Count?

I would not know. I cannot see myself.

Welcome to our home. I am Haidee.

H-Hello.

Who's that?

He is Ali. Like Haidee, he is\na noble doll that I own.

Haidee, the Viscount\nseems perplexed...

...as to what\nyou are to me.

I am but a humble twig\nthat allows the Count to bloom.

A graceful girl like her is the twig,\nand the Count is the flower, huh?

Are you happy\nlike this?

I know the joy of making\nthe flowers bloom.

But...

Does my harp's music\nsound gloomy?

No.

The notes of a harp\nare the notes of the heart.

The strings don't respond\nto a hesitant, timid heart,

...and a tense heart will cause\nthe strings to break.

Being with the Count\nmakes me happy.

I assumed that you and the Count\nwere in love with one another...

In love with each other, huh? Could you be any more naive?

What's that supposed\nto mean?

Think about it.

Marriage among aristocrats is just a strategic\nalliance with the goal of cementing fortunes.

In point of fact, that's why Franz\nand Valentine are engaged, right?

Is that true?!

Well, I won't deny it...

Right, Albert? Isn't it the same\nwith you and Eugenie?

Well, I guess...

In other words, love is something that\ndoesn't exist in the privileged class.

How can this be...

What's the matter, Maximilien?

Is what I said too hard\nto swallow?

No.

Even so, everything I said\nwas the truth.

The only thing that's important to them is\nkeeping their family fortune from shrinking.

In other words, you two aren't the product of\nlove, you're the product of financial interests.

I wouldn't be so sure.

For my parents at least, they say that\ntheir marriage was out of love.

I find that hard to believe. A notorious\nplayer like General Morcerf?

Are you trying to\ninsult my father?!

Seeing you get so mad about it\nmakes it seem even more dubious.

Is there something about your parents\nthat you're feeling guilty about?

Of course not.

Why would I feel guilty\nabout anything?

Hey, Beauchamp.

I don't care if you think you're a journalist. You should drop this subject.

Hey, what's this? You're clamping down on freedom of speech now?

"How wretched it all is..." Is that not what you are thinking,

...my good Captain Morrel?

To think that loveless marriages\nare allowed to go unquestioned...

Is something wrong, Maximilien?

The people of Paris\nare corrupt!

Maximilien, you're going too far!! I demand that you take that back!

I can't do that.

Paris has more than its fair share of honest,\nupright people! Take back what you said!

I can't do that.

Take it back!

I can't.

Stop it, Albert!

Hey, now...

Stop it.

Viscount Morcerf.

Do you realize what you\nare pointing at me?

I must warn you, I am a soldier.

This will not do.

It is unseemly for one party to draw\nhis sword while the other does not.

Count?

It appears to me that each of you\nis steadfast in your opinion.

As we are at sea, perhaps we pirates\nshould act the part...

...and have a duel?

A duel?

On the sea, strength counts\nfor everything.

He with the better sword arm\nmakes the rules.

Are you serious?

What are you suggesting, Count?!

Come, now is the time to\ndemonstrate your conviction.

Prove to them that you hold your\nparents' marriage to be sacred.

The blade in your hand\nis invincible.

And you, Monsieur?

All men have a blade\nin their heart.

The purer the heart,\nthe keener the blade.

The time is high tide, the place is the ship's\nbow, and the weapons are bare blades!

Come on, gentlemen!

Let's see you go at it,\npirate style!

It's hard to believe that there are still people in\nthis day and age who'd fight a duel over love...

Is this any time to be joking?! Those swords are real!

And the water down there is teeming with\nsharks that are thirsting for human blood!

Count, what are you\ntrying to do?!

Sea voyages are accompanied\nby their own entertainment.

I expect that Monsieur Albert is thirsting for stimulation of this sort.

Let's do it!

Whenever you're ready.

Take back\nwhat you said!

I can't!

Why, you...!

How about now?!

You poor, sad people...

The purer the heart,\nthe keener the blade.

You aren't capable\nof defeating me.

Shut up!

Understand this.

No matter what you say, no matter how it is with other families,

...my parents' marriage\nis a sacred bond!

I didn't expect you to turn\ntowards your unarmed side.

I admire your agility.

Nevertheless, the insincere will be\nsmitten by righteous anger!

I won't stand for it! I won't!

What in the world's gotten\ninto Maximilien?

I guess he's the\nscrupulous type.

You're finished!

Why do you have such disdain\nfor the aristocracy?!

That's none of\nyour concern!

The hell it isn't! Tell me why!

In that case, there's something I want to ask you, too!

Is it true that you don't\nlove your fiancée?

Well, l...

I demand an answer!

I don't know!

As I thought, I can't\nabide by this!

You have lost, Monsieur.

Hey, hold it!

Albert!

- Albert! - Don't!

There are sharks\ndown there!

This is a nightmare...

Indeed it is.

This is a dream.

All is but a waking dream.

Albert...

Mother...

I did it because you had that\nlook on your face, Mother...

Count...

One cannot fight destiny.

I'm ashamed of myself. I can't believe how angry I got.

I can see it clearly.

Within your heart, another side\nof yourself lies dormant.

At the moment, you are burdened with\na profound sense of apprehension.

As am I.

You are, Count?

I have need of you.

Who, me?

You and I met\nthat day on Luna.

Perhaps you feel that our meeting\nwas a chance encounter.

But in fate, there are\nno coincidences.

Just as that setting sun does so according to the laws of the universe,

...fate, too, is composed\nof unyielding necessity.

What are you apprehensive\nabout, Count?

It is because a man loves\nthat he laughs, cries, and hates.

Count, what are you saying?

My life is much like\nthis miniature garden.

It is a hollow,\nfragile thing.

C'mon, Albert, cheer up already. Maximilien already apologized, didn't he?

I'm not mad.

Then why...

Don't hang around\nthe Count anymore.

You've been acting\nfunny lately.

You're right. I guess I have.

Something's funny. Something about all this.

Up until yesterday, life was one\nuneventful day after another.

It almost feels like something hidden\nis at work behind all this.

Destiny... Have you ever thought\nabout fate and stuff like that?

No. I don't believe\nin that stuff.

How did your mother\nand I meet?

Why the sudden interest?

Please, I'd like to know.

As I've told you before, your mother and I\nwere married after a storybook courtship.

Yes, it was just as your father says. We were lovers.

I've never seen that look\non Mother's face before.

You look like you're delirious\nwith a fever, young master.

Why don't you go out\nfor some fresh air?

Make sure you\nclean in here!

Yes, sir!

Mother, who are you thinking\nabout right now?

How far will the ship sail, I wonder?

There is no\nturning back now.

I see... You hope to expand your business\nventures to include Paris, as well?

I can think of no stronger backer to have than yourself, General Morcerf.

You do me a great honor, Monte Cristo.

I take it that you already\nhave a plan of action.

Please feel free to call on me\nshould you have any need at all.

He seems to be\nquite powerful.

The crest of the Danglars family can\nbe seen here and there around town.

He has no idea that the Count\nis keeping a close eye on him.

Talk about conceited.

Waving a sword around\nin anger like that...

You really are hopeless,\nyou know that?

Tell me, what kind of relationship\ndo you and I have?

What brought this on?

Something that Maximilien said.

"Is it true that you don't\nlove your fiancée?"

Oh.

Do you, Albert?

You and I... are childhood\nfriends, right?

You and Franz\nhave changed.

In the old days, the three of us\nwould always have fun together.

But now, the two of you sneak off\non trips by yourselves...

Everybody is changing.

Do you know why Maximilien\nwas so angry?

You honestly don't know?

Well, if you say so.

What's that supposed\nto mean?!

I guess no one can do anything\nto stop it...

...when two people have feelings\nfor each other.

I didn't mean to keep\nyou waiting, Eugenie.

I'm sorry. It took a long time\nto get ready.

That's all right.

Oh, my. Albert, is something the matter? You look so grim.

Stay safe.

Hey! Albert!

Albert!

She and her father. And her mother.

The specter of uncertainty sneaks up on\nthem through their conflicting emotions.

Next time on Gankutsuou, The Count of Monte Cristo, Act 6:

Act 6: Her Melancholy, My Melancholy

..."Her Melancholy, My Melancholy."

Bide your time,\nand hold out hope!