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We have only two inmates in the dungeons at this time.

This first one, number 34, is a dangerous political prisoner.

The guards will go ahead of us.

Number 34, stand up.

What is his crime?

Treason.

Are you well fed?

Answer the inspector.

Food is of little consequence to me, sir.

Excellent. And is there anything you need?

You don't understand.

I'm the inspector of prisons sent here by the government

to hear any requests prisoners may have.

Inspector, listen to me.

I was charged with being one of Napoleon's spies.

And now he is Emperor once more, and the King deposed,

I should be looked upon favourably as a hero of France. Is it not, sir?

He marched into Paris a few weeks later.

A new constitution was drawn up. Everything has changed.

You know you are forbidden to converse with prisoners.

Forgive me, Governor. It won't happen again.

Sir, will you see to it that I am freed?

You have not heard, then?

Heard what?

Napoleon lasted but 100 days.

He was defeated at the Battle of Waterloo.

The English have exiled him

to the island of St. Helena in the Atlantic Ocean.

And our dear King Louis XVIII has been restored to the throne.

Sir, I...

I was falsely accused.

I was never a spy.

Please, Inspector, please! I implore you, look into my case.

I am an innocent man.

The Deputy Prosecutor of Marseilles said as much to my face.

M. Villefort will attest to my innocence. Please, sir, please, please.

You are clearly mad.

Next prisoner.

Number 27 is also mad.

Last year he promised your predecessor 5 million francs of his treasure,

on condition he'd be set free.

And where is this so-called treasure?

Well, he'll only tell you that if you set him free.

- Mr. Morrel? - What is it, Danglars?

I'm here to give notice

that I will be leaving Morrel and Son at the end of this month, sir.

I've been offered a very lucrative post at a bank in Madrid,

which I'm going to accept.

Then you won't be leaving tomorrow with the Pharaon.

I would have, if you'd made me captain of the vessel

after Edmond was arrested.

But it seems you had other ideas.

Before you go, I'd like to know why you've been telling people

Edmond was arrested because he's a Bonapartist.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

And frankly, I find the accusation offensive.

Good day to you, M. Morrel.

Didn't you come some months ago about the very same thing?

I did. And you said you would look into it.

- What was his name again? - Dantes. Edmond Dantes.

Go down to the archives and bring me the files on "Dantes, Edmond".

I promise you, we shall see what we can do for Edmond Dantes.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Charged with espionage...

... and...

... interned in the Castle d'If.

Oh dear.

What?

He died.

Three months ago.

That can't be right.

It says here he hanged himself in his cell.

But...

Why...

Why has his father not been informed?

It's the duty of the prison authorities to inform next of kin

when an inmate dies, so you should ask them.

I'm terribly, terribly sorry.

Edmond...

10 YEARS LATER

Still not eating, are you?

In a case like this, I'm obliged to report the matter to the Governor,

and I don't think you want the Governor coming down here.

He doesn't like the dungeons much.

See, Governor? Four days and he hasn't eaten a thing.

Stand for the Governor.

Why do you not eat, Number 34?

I don't want to.

You are here to be punished. For that, we need you alive.

Feed him.

- There are maggots in his food, sir. - Guards, hold the prisoner down!

- He has no eating utensils, sir. - Use your hands!

Leave him.

Let him die.

Who's there?

Breakfast, Abbe!

Who are you?

I'm number 27.

Number 27?

- Are you standing close to the wall? - Yes.

Then move away, move away.

Thank you.

You must be...

Number 34?

34, yes.

Edmond Dantes.

I am the Abbe Faria.

How...

How did you get in there?

I've been tunneling for seven years.

But... I must have miscalculated.

I didn't know there was a cell here. I was going for the seawall.

How did you get a chisel?

Well, I got it from a strut under my bed.

May I?

Forgive me, I haven't touched another person in years.

Oh, all right.

You have a lamp, a light, a chisel.

How did you come by these precious things?

I've had 14 years to practice my ingenuity, but...

I have other things too.

It's very tight, but dusty.

Are you there?

The oil for the candles

I get from what little meat they give us.

It's surprising how productive our food can be.

Here, look.

Fish bones make very good needles.

- You see? I can sew with that. - And how do you light that?

Well, I persuaded my jailer that I needed sulfur for my skin condition.

Today is June the 12th, 1825.

- So ten years. - I find keeping track of time

is one of the ways I can stimulate my mind.

See here? 1815, that's when you came.

I read and I write. Let me show you.

It was views like these, because I am outspoken by nature,

that got me imprisoned and arrested.

You said you read. Where do you keep your books?

In my head.

Art, science, chemistry,

astrology, history.

- Can I sit? - Please, I'm sorry. Please...

Are you unwell?

I haven't eaten for many days.

Do they not feed you?

- They've tried to. - What do you mean?

- I stopped eating. - Why?

Oh, no. To kill yourself is a mortal sin.

You must have hope. You cannot live without hope.

Look, today we meet.

And you start to eat.

I cannot finish this. Eat it for me.

- I can't eat your food, Abbe. - You are my guest.

I will be hurt if you do not. Please, eat.

But you know, I need you to be strong, to help with our escape.

You will help me in our escape, will you not?

I can't think of nothing better.

Then we'll start tomorrow.

We'll go dig toward the seawall under the window in your cell.

No, no, there's a 30 meter drop from my cell window to the rocks below.

30 meter?

Yes.

What does your window look out onto?

The courtyard. Patrol day and night.

Well, then we should dig in that direction.

Dig in that direction, and then once in the courtyard,

we kill the guard and use his keys to escape.

No, I'm a priest. Killing is not an option.

Well, then we'll tie him up, gag him, and then we'll make our escape.

When did you say we'd start?

Your enthusiasm warms my heart.

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow we start. - Tomorrow...

So if the wind from the east blows the port into Ernestfield.

for a moment there is...

Talking to yourself again, Abbe, are you?

Who else can I talk to?

Pierre, I, uh... I accidentally broke my jug yesterday.

- I'm sorry. - Fool.

You need to put the pieces in your bowl.

I'll bring you a new one with your evening meal.

I'm glad you're eating again.

- Good morning, neighbour! - Morning.

I trust you slept well.

Best sleep I've had in years.

Now listen, come and sit down.

I've been thinking about our new plan for the tunnel.

And I think we should break into the wall.

We tunnel in three meters, four,

90 degrees to the right and come up inside the wall

to the corner of the courtyard.

But that'll take months, years.

Why don't we just go through this wall here?

No, because this wall is too visible for Pierre.

When he looks through, he'll see it immediately.

I can cover this.

And inside, the mortar is much softer.

It's quicker to dig.

So we break through and work our way out here.

What do you do with all these loose chippings?

I bury them in my slop bucket, and every couple of days,

Pierre is kind enough to flush it all into the sea.

- Abbe? - Yeah.

I would so love to become more learned.

We'll tunnel during the day, and in the evening,

I will hold classes and teach you everything I know.

I'd like that.

Good.

Do you know, when we get out of here, we're going to be very rich men.

Both of us, very rich.

- In knowledge? - No, in wealth.

And you will be living among other rich men.

So, we're going to have to eat with very, very wealthy people.

Upper class aristocrats.

For that, you have to learn two things.

You have to learn patience, because these meals go on forever and ever.

And you're going to have to learn table manners.

You put a napkin around your neck, and you tuck it into your shirt

to save your beautiful clothes from being splashed by food.

You have many glasses,

some for white wine, some for red wine, water.

First course, you start from the outside,

and you go into the next course, into the next course.

Now, I want you to imagine that that is a fork.

Show your beautiful... You probably have rings on your fingers.

So show your beautiful fingers. That's right.

And bite in with the...

That's right. Good.

- How many courses are there? - There's thousands.

It goes on forever, it's a nightmare. Patience you'll need.

Now, are you taking your soup?

No, you take soup the other way.

Take it that way, away from you, so you don't splash your beautiful clothes.

That's right. And meanwhile, you must talk to the lady on your right,

but keep your spoon over your soup.

Don't wave it over her frock.

And in.

Very good. Excellent.

Caderousse.

Mercedes.

I hardly recognized you.

Where is M. Dantes?

We buried him one week ago.

I think he couldn't face living another year without him.

Where is he buried?

St. Augustine's. I can take you there if you wish.

Thank you, Caderousse.

Dear Lord, take care of Louis' gentle soul.

In your son's name. Amen.

I will arrange for a headstone to be erected in his memory.

Edmond?

Abbe!

It's all well.

My legs are trapped.

How much room do you have?

Two meters at most.

- How much? - Two meters.

Don't try and move, just stay there.

Relax. Don't consume oxygen.

Hurry!

Edmond !

Edmond? Come on!

Breathe! Breathe!

That's right.

In, there you have air.

Good. Good, good.

Thank you, Abbe.

Now, very carefully, we'll get back out of here.

From what you tell me, it seems to me

that the prosecutor has something to do with it.

He was convinced of my innocence.

Tell me again exactly what happened before he had you arrested.

I have information that your political opinions are extreme.

Someone delivered this letter to the police today.

They claim that you have been entrusted with a letter from the usurper Napoleon

with instructions to deliver it to a Bonapartist committee in Paris.

It confounds me, Abbe.

Keeps me up at night.

Strange.

To whom were you supposed to deliver this letter?

A M. Noirtier, Paris.

Perhaps the prosecutor knew Noirtier.

There's no way.

He said he was going to check on the man, find out who he was.

And yet, you say everything changed after the name was mentioned.

Stop.

Come back.

Surely Villefort would have said something if he knew Noirtier.

Why wouldn't he?

Did you say Villefort?

M. Villefort, the prosecutor.

Well, there we have it.

What?

Noirtier's original family name was Noirtier de Villefort.

He changed it when he became a Bonapartist.

Just was known as Noirtier, M. Noirtier.

Now, if the prosecutor, M. Villefort,

recognized him as being a family member, he would be most concerned to protect him.

So concerned, he would be prepared to wipe you from the face of the earth.

It can't be.

A man you thought was the champion of your innocence.

You're sure about this?

Oh, yes, I knew of Noirtier.

Goddamn you, Villefort!

Goddamn you!

It won't be God's doing. It'll be my doing.

It'll be by my hand that you will suffer,

May he live till we meet again.

I think we've gone about three meters.

Tomorrow we should turn right towards the courtyard.

All right.

Brucine is related to strychnine.

It's mainly used in the East for muscle spasm and arthritic pain.

But it's a very dangerous drug.

You kill a grown man in a matter of minutes.

I find it so fascinating.

So lethal a poison can also be used beneficially.

Yeah, it's all a matter of dosage, like many things in life.

F equals G times the sum of the masses

divided by the square root of their distance apart.

- It's so simple. - Well, yes.

Mr. Newton made it simple.

Come on, Edmond, that's enough for the day.

Lesson time.

Now, after a full moon,

the illuminated portion of the moon begins to decrease in size.

The old moon is a waning sliver,

which will eventually become undetectable to the naked eye.

Untill a moment...

"Such a sight as this. Bid the soldiers shoot."

And so ends one of the greatest tragedies ever written.

I think this his best play by far.

Well, tomorrow I'll tell you about chloroform.

Very interesting drug.

Abbe?

Yeah?

I'd like to add two hours a day to my digging.

Well, you know, you should balance your labors with your learning.

Yeah, but the sooner I get out of here, the soo...

The what?

I've been dreaming of revenge.

You must be careful, Edmond.

When planning revenge,

It's best to dig your own grave first.

Countess, what an honor to finally meet you.

Could you tilt your head slightly, Comtesse?

5 YEARS LATER

Abbe! Abbe!

We're so close.

I can hear the guards' footsteps.

Then stop tapping.

The guards must hear nothing more than the scratchings of a mouse.

We must be so careful, Edmond.

You must prepare

so that we are ready to break through suddenly in the dead of night.

Surprise the guards.

How long, oh God, have I waited for this moment?

We must pray for a calm sea.

We must do it in the dead of night when there's no moon.

- Next week, saturday night. - Such a long wait.

10 days! In 15 years!

It's a blink of an eye.

I mean, do you have an appointment in Marseille?

Do you have some young filly waiting for you?

This is happening.

You've saved me, Abbe Faria.

No, no, my son.

No, we've saved each other.

Edmond...

Edmond...

Edmond...

Abbe!

- Abbe! - Edmond, here...

- What happened? - I fell.

I can't get up. I can't.

I can't feel my left side.

It was so close to the end, Abbe.

You will have to escape on your own, Edmond.

No, no, no.

No, I'll carry you.

You can hold onto my neck with your right hand.

I'll swim with you on my back.

And if we get to shore, what then, eh?

No.

I'll stay here with you. You'll recover. You'll get better.

And when you do, we'll leave this place together as planned.

Edmond, I have something I have to tell you.

It's most important.

Now, go. Take out my writing in it.

Take the rock from the wall.

No, behind. Feel at the back. There should be a piece of parchment.

Yes, bring it here.

When I was clearing out Count Spada's library, I found a piece of parchment.

There was nothing on it.

Not interesting. I threw it in the fire.

But as it began to smoulder,

I saw letters appearing, and I snatched it back.

It was written on, in invisible ink.

- What is it? - It's a map.

It's a map of the island of Monte Cristo.

With instructions of where the great treasure hoard is hidden.

You see, in 1502,

Cardinal de Spada was a great enemy of that terrible Borgia Pope, Alexander VI.

And the Borgia Pope wanted his fortune,

and so the Cardinal hid it, and he left these instructions for his son.

Well, the Cardinal was murdered by the Pope,

and also the son was murdered before he knew even of his father's death.

And so this was lost until now.

Some of the writing was burnt,

but I've spent years working out what the lost words are.

Twenty paces west of Rabbit Rock lies a concealed entrance.

Enter the cave. There is a fork to the left.

Cross the rocks and you will find my treasure.

Find it, Edmond.

I bequeath it all to you.

It probably isn't there anymore.

Abbe, 300 years is a very long time.

Boats put in there often, smugglers use the island to store their contraband.

Maybe it is gone, but...

I believe it's still there, Edmond.

Find it.

Find it.

And use it to live a full life.

I won't leave you here alone, Abbe.

You'll recover.

I know you will.

Bless you, my son, for your faith.

Now leave me.

If I am to recover, I must sleep awhile.

Soon you'll be strong enough to swim.

I don't know why, I feel like an old man today.

It's the...

It's the watch Mercedes gave me the night of our engagement celebration.

It's beautiful.

You've kept it all these years.

This is what's kept you alive, Edmond?

Yes.

When you get out of here, find her again.

Marry her, Edmond.

Bless you, my son.

Bless both of you.

Guards! Call the Governor!

Number 27 is dead.

Are you sure he's not pretending?

They do that sometimes, you know.

Give me the torch.

Lift his foot.

He's dead, no doubt.

Throw him in the sack and bury him.

We bury him after dinner.

Come on, let's go eat.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, Father.

God, he's a heavy old bastard.

Come on. That's good enough of it.

Easy on.

- All right, ready for it? - Yep.

One, two, three.

Where's your bowl, number 34?

Number 34, wake up!

Guard! Call the Governor!

- I don't know what to make of it, sir. - Be quiet!

Move the bed away from the wall.

See if you can move that stone.

Torch!

Follow me.

Pull it out.

Faster, faster!

Come on, Pierre!

Hurry, Pierre!

They had tools.

He could have used those tools to set himself free from the body bag.

Well, don't just stand there! Run!

Throw the cannon! Muster the guns!

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