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Laughters

After the meal, you are wrong not to stay.

It shouldn't be traveling on digestion.

Look at the sky, you will be surprised by storm.

Our women are waiting.

Reason for not to press.

It isn't prudent to travel at this time.

The roads aren't safe.

Hostels either aren't safe.

Laughters

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Have a nice trip.

Next taxation year. Yes, it is.

Letting treated like this ...

And with a smile. What a job!

For some time, some innkeepers exaggerate.

Four missings are in a month ...

This isn’t reasonable.

Component squeaks

A horse approaches

My word, he comes here.

Component squeaks

This is surely a stranger.

wind blows

Have you seen this horse?

This is a good customer. If I let him leave,

I re-enlist in the Navy.

Hurry up, clears the table.

Ah, Mr. traveler!

Welcome.

This is surely the right wind that brings you.

The storm won't burst soon. You are at home here.

You stay down, huh?

Yes, of course.

Come in, I take care of the horse. Come on, you.

Ah, you'll see the boss.

He laughs. The smile of this house.

And pretty good cook. Treat eyes and stomach.

Where's she? Leone?

- I just.

Sit. You are too pale.

To go back, a little country wine.

It lets drink as water.

Difference is that doesn't hurt your stomach. Come on, hurry.

A pitcher to start.

You also bring light. No, useless.

My eyes are tired from the sun

and road dust.

You come from far?

Marseille. Ah, Marseille ...

I had nostalgia. I left all my friends there.

Yes, I know. Ah, you know?

They have often talk about you, there.

In Marseille? Yes.

Finally. . . in the castle of If.

In the castle of If?

Mr. Caderousse, it's not by chance that I stop here.

I come from the part of the man who was your great friend.

Your faithful friend.

Edmond Dantès.

Edmond. . . Dantès?

But. . . I was told he was dead, the poor.

It is unfortunately true. But I knew him well.

He sighs

That's funny. Yesterday, I spoke of him.

You hear? Mr. knew him.

The prisoner of castle of If? Yes, the prisoner.

For example. The world is small.

And you, how did you know him?

I have long been the doctor of the castle of If.

I befriended with this man.

I liked him a lot.

It was, I believe,

unjustly imprisoned.

I always said he was innocent. Ask my wife.

The day he was arrested,

I had to lie down. When he was killed during an escape attempt,

I cried like a child.

As if that was my brother.

And then, like that, he hadn't forgotten me.

A man in prison forgets anyone.

His sole reason for living is to remember.

Also, our unfortunate friend

has assigned me a mission.

A mission?

Dantès had as companion cell, a rich man.

He was imprisoned as an operator royalist conspiracy.

During his incarceration,

the prisoner was able to remove 3 diamonds from the excavation.

A fortune that he would have to rebuild his life for his release.

Alas, the prisoner fell sick.

Dantès lavished his care with such dedication

his friend bequeathed stones before dying.

Dantès had a full confidence on me.

Before his escape attempt,

he entrust me 3 diamonds.

I had a mission, to his death

to reward his friends with this fortune,

they would have remained faithful

and that would have helped his father

during his imprisonment.

I'm looking for friends of Edmond Dantès.

His friends? Not bother to put this word in the plural.

You've knocked to the right door for the first time.

This poor Dantès

showed you the road. I am moved.

for his release ...

I went to see the prosecutor, Mr. de Villefort.

I am so moved

I've become suspect.

- It was hard, of course.

Our coffee. . . Yes, we all abandoned.

The poor father of Dantès a good man ...

From here, I sent him something to live.

Despite of my departure, he never missed anything.

Apart from my loving presence.

Your dedication and loyalty move me deeply.

You seem so sincere. I'm only telling the truth.

I swear on the head of my wife.

She died on the spot.

Thunder

You fear storm?

No, but all these emotions ...

They made us a little nervous.

He sighs Oh, how wonderful!

Poor Dantès. I want to cry.

Don't hold back. Sincere tears aren't ridiculous.

The shame of a man isn't to mourn

but to cry.

So I can look up.

Here is. . . a diamond,

Mr. Caderousse.

He gloats

And say, hey, and others?

Edmond had often spoken me of his fiancée.

Mercédès.

And a Fernand.

That Ferdinand Mortcerf? Ferdinand Mortcerf.

I research them. From these, we can talk.

Diamonds to such people ...

What do you mean? It's a shame,

how do they behaved.

The Mercédès was a hussy.

I beg you!

My friend was telling me about her with much emotion and love.

These remarks are an insult in the memory of Dantès.

Yes, of course, of course. I understand you.

Because you don't know.

But the truth they can't change it.

And for Miss Mercédès,

the shroud of a ghost wasn't a prestige of uniform.

- Note, Ferdinand Mortcerf,

it was a nice man. They weren't invited us.

We wouldn't go there. Question of dignity.

Edmond's memory defended us.

It isn't possible.

This young girl that he told me so often ...

He loved so much...

She became Mrs. General.

- One of the largest fortunes.

- But not clear, this fortune. not clear, believe me.

Fernand, we don't know what he contrabanded in the East.

He returned rich as a nabob.

And since it was dedicated to pair of France.

He's ripe for the Pantheon.

This is the morality of today.

- But ...

You feel bad?

- You must be hungry, perhaps. No.

No, I need a little rest, simply.

Thank you.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

But yes, it is. he laughs.

Sleep on it.

I will bring you a small tea.

No, no. Thank you.

So let Mr. Quiet. Here

It is always the same, what do you want.

When we speak of missing friends ...

I'm sure my dear Dantès

was happy to see us to reunite all three.

Happy? You think so? Yes.

Forgetfulness isn't a sole remedy with so much ugliness?

You are wrong. It happened things weren't pretty,

but what console you,

is that we can still find good people.

Come on.

The horse neighs.

Here, our best room.

We reserve it to friends.

Here, give me your things. That's it.

So you have no more thing?

If ...

I want to be alone.

Thunders,

The horse neighs.

Ah, can we imagine something more beautiful than that diamond?

Yes. . all three.

Oh, you want too much.

So what? It is a good deed.

Since he's disgusted with life,

as we can be of service to him.

After, retreat from the business,

and we live quite frankly.

Thunders,

The horse neighs.

Thunders,

Smash

- Assassins! Monsters!

Do not move or I'll shade you like dogs.

You fell into my trap, Caderousse.

I wanted to know what you were capable of.

I beg you, don't shoot!

Pity! That's her. It was her who inspired me!

Loose, you disgust me! She's a witch.

She bewitched me. I defend myself but I finished by obey.

Junk!

It forces me, threaten me, hit me.

I didn't want. This is a demon.

You explain yourselves before the executioner.

You won't deliver me. . . Leave me a chance.

Pity!

You've had, pity, for those you killed?

You're the first, I swear.

The first, talk!

That earned me the privilege?

Diamonds have made crazy!

And she made me drink her tea ...

My tea? Dirty indicator! Shut up!

No, don't believe anything. I wanted to kill you, okay, but

there, being in the police ...

Yes. But you're lost. Even Mr. de Villefort

may not save you. Villefort?

If I say everything, you leave me?

I promise you.

Viper, no! Shut up! Talk.

I trust. You have honored the oath to a dead.

You could leave.

If you talk, I ...

I hear you ... - It is him

who imprisoned Dantès.

No, you see she invents anything.

To save her skin.

Let her speak.

He engineered all with Mortcerf.

A letter in his pocket, a denunciation,

There was enough, That is nonsense.

But yes, everything is clear.

Everything is clear, Now.

For the money, he would do anything.

You're going to pay, Caderousse.

You will pay the first.

Assassin!

You will pay! Cry

If you advance one step, I'll butcher her.

Oh, don't shoot, I beg you!

I beg you Don't shoot!

No! No ...

Don't shoot. . . No, no ...

She screams.

Agonizing Music

Cries

She cries,

Agonizing music

Gunshot

He left with diamond!

I will find you, Caderousse!

I'll meet you someday, Caderousse.

Mortcerf. . . Villefort ...

I find you all!

Tragic music

Perky music

What a strange power my dear Monte Cristo.

Your world is impenetrable and we are all here.

I owe you this honor.

We can only show some gratitude.

And we have fun.

You are a magician.

I just returned from a long journey in the East.

Maybe I'm impregnated of "Tales of 1001 Nights"

and their mysteries.

Laughters

Albert, you won't regret for following us.

This Count of Monte Cristo know to receive.

He thinks big. A little too much, even.

His ancestors didn't have often meet mine.

No wonder a commoner becomes Count is when money is king.

This horse is too nervous. You entrusted him to a kid.

Since Albert Mortcerf claims to have the fiery beasts

it will be able to do a demonstration of his talent.

Psalmists Latin

barking

Hunting horns

Perky music

Hunting horns

Agonizing music

Hunting horns

I think that we should never regret anything.

This accident has been certainly profitable to me.

Thanks to a man who saved my life

I finally discovered the true friendship.

And thanks to my forced immobility,

I appreciate the freedom at its fair value.

You can't imagine how point I can't breathe in this prison.

Poor prisoner ...

Put yourself in my place. A month without leave, you go crazy.

I don't have the courage to paint. Don't regret anything.

A work can be born of idleness.

It is not to paint

when you have nothing better to do, but

experienced.

Oh, I'm too happy.

It's awful, I has all.

My parents fill me of attention,

I have money, love. . . No, not Love.

Women.

Don't confuse.

Oh, I would have suffers to have talent.

What to do? Wait.

The opportunity arises.

Trust to life.

This is hideous, non? No.

But you copy too reality.

Copy nature, this betrays it.

The gray of this wall is of a gaiety

saddening.

You were talking about prison.

Imagine the wall of a dungeon.

You will find your gray.

You will understand the blue.

You think so? It is to you to believe.

The painter, is you.

I abandon. I've too much progress to do.

Progress, non.

Discoveries.

Nothing is worse that progress in error.

Looking for your truth.

Be sincere.

Discover the inner life of a being.

For expressed the intensity of a glance,

it isn't enough to paint eyes.

Soft music

I warn you, this is not of me.

This is inconceivable. You admire this portrait?

More than you don't think it.

Decidedly, I can't understand more.

A work isn't intended to those who can love it.

To some perfection which expresses nothing,

Let me prefer some defects that speak to us.

The love itself can't be perfect.

And yet, we live only by it.

By hope that it gives us.

By memories it leaves us.

This portrait, for me,

this is a look.

A look that couldn't be

that of any another woman.

What strange sweetness!

A lifetime is expressed

with its mystery,

its secret.

Albert laughs.

Ask the model if your portrait seems faithful.

My mother, would I present you The Count of Monte Cristo.

Him, thanks to this table, already knows you .

He just tell me about you with a moving lyricism.

Mrs. ...

Excuse me for having taken this freedom, but ...

Could I imagine that ...

I beg you, sir.

You don't have to you apologize.

In the contrary, I am grateful to you .

Thanks to you, I just discovered my mother.

At the first time, I understand one sadness emanates from you.

What is the cause?

Your imprudence and your lack of seriousness.

You'll be able of the origin of a family drama.

And your mystery, your secret...?

I didn't, mother,

That you had some secrets for me.

For you, my son, don't have.

For you, my son, don't have.

But perhaps I have it for others.

For those who know me less, well

than you.

Please, don't tell me you give up, my friend.

No, I counted to start your portrait ...

I'm about on the point to discover your mystery, your secret.

I feel it.

Express them of memory.

I'll talk to you tomorrow if I found it.

More ...

I've an appointment. Yet some conquest.

Enjoy it because your rival will soon be on foot.

Nostalgic music

I thought you look strange, Madame.

But I couldn't dominate my emotion.

There's nearly 20 years,

I was separated perhaps to never

of a young girl that resembled you.

She was

all my life.

I had almost forgotten what it can be the purity of a gaze.

Some moment, I no longer thought only of her. Don't be angry.

I do only want myself.

Yes ...

I only want to look like to your lost happiness.

Thank you, Madame.

Thank you for having understood me.

If you find her one day,

try also to understand.

Forgive it.

She didn't surely forgotten you.

Maybe ...

you love her always ...

But... loneliness,

the lies

and time

are of ruthless enemies.

Yes.

The time outweighs us.

Alas,

never together.

The time carries everything

and those who love themselves never think of it.

Stunned, blinded by their oath.

I still hear her passionate voice

dominant the distant noise of the sea.

"Nothing could ever separate us more?"

-Do you think I was mad to hope, to believe yet?

Could you no longer hope?

No.

So ...

What's really your answer?

Life will answer you.

Because it was life that also betrayed you

"Nothing could ever separate us more?"

By moments, I'm afraid this dream didn't end badly.

If yet you explained me some things ...

lt happens sometimes I regret my boat,

the sound of the sea and the cry of seagulls.

Me, I have nothing more to regret.

I just hear the news of my prisoner.

I suffer to know you well locked far from the world.

Haydée, this seclusion isn't too painful to you?

I don't want to live only in silence

and loneliness.

It had better for me to remember the evil what he did to me.

I only go out at the hour of my vengeance.

It will be the mine, you know it.

But the criminal who made your misfortune

is a man powerful and honored.

Maybe you still need a lot of patience more.

The time is only an appearance.

Relying only on the sentiments that inspire us.

And the hatred knows to wait.

Yesterday, I was only a slave.

Today, thanks to you,

I'm free.

And for the first time since the death of mine,

I found a little hope.

The punishment of guilty is my sole reason to live.

I owe you everything.

I'll obey you.

The day when I will hitting,

you'll only have to tell me.

That day approaches, Haydée.

But we must be patient and secret

as absolute.

The truth needs mystery

to protect men.

Small laughter

Yet an invitation.

Among Mortcerf, of course.

These you see, don't forget us.

Decidedly, we can never spend any quiet evening.

Perhaps that's one of the rare advantages of my condition.

Perhaps we'll take knowledge of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Personally, I'm not impatient to meet him.

Castle, particular hotel, crew

sumptuous. . . And who is he? Where he comes?

Nobody knows much about

We're going to soon talk about him in the heading "Scandal".

- You are jealous of his seduction.

All women are crazy.

- Only sharpers know

attract the weak sex.

Don't forget you have seduced me whereas all my friends dreamed of you.

Thank you.

He laughs.

He's choking.

Here is a joke of a questionable taste.

Especially in front my father.

Thank you for giving me an illusion that I exist.

Please excuse me,

Mr. Vidocq request if he can have a talk.

Vidocq?

My house, to this hour?

He rattles.

This is good, I go there. Excuse me.

A former convict, a police chief ...

He laughs. Ah, life, what spectacle!

Sometimes I have impression to be at theater.

Damage whatever in an infirm chair, and ...

for the last act.

I'm confused that my unannounced visit would bother you.

No, no.

We have to see you, this afternoon, at the Palais.

I preferred to speak to you first.

Far from all glances curious and eavesdroppers.

Is this serious? It could be.

Ah, what is it?

It's the matter must go to the foundation

Of Bouchard, the father Bouchard.

Bouchard. . . This ignoble assassin!

You aren't going to ask me of moderating my indictment!

Yet. . . No!

No.

This time, you exaggerate.

If this man gets away, what will I have to appear?

My career is at stake.

This man has been of service to the police.

His case is indefensible.

I know the file.

And me, a skilled person.

It's a assassin. An assassin. . . maybe.

A friend, surely.

This is my best indicator.

You shouldn't discourage scoundrels.

My duty is to accuse.

Mine is to calm you down. You're too severe.

Brilliant, certainly, but too hard.

Not to pass before the interests of the police.

Neither before yours, I suppose.

You don't know to moderate your words.

Vidocq, this is too much.

The police doesn't make the law.

It merely to ensure his respect.

You keep me in my place?

I ask you not to put you to mine.

You forget, Mr. the Prosecutor,

that Fouché, my predecessor, has placed you where you are.

Fouché has never asked of discharge an assassin.

Did he prevent you to condemn an innocent?

What do you mean?

That if Mr. Fouché has never gone to prison,

he contented himself of leaving his friends there.

Beware.

I am stronger than you mightn't think.

Today,

like yesterday.

One is never stronger than a sheet police.

Mr. Fouché, of a prudent natural,

has always had a habit to draw the record from its relations.

For protect them, of course.

Or, you know,

a record of police may be straying but never gets lost.

Threats?

A counsel.

See... a good movement.

Don't refuse me a small service.

A small service, the head of a assassin?

It doesn't weigh heavy in the balance.

Unnecessary to insist.

This is good.

My approach will have you understand at least

that I never forget the services that makes for me.

Or what they refuses me.

Soon, Mr. the Prosecutor.

He slams the door,

Brouhaha

As Villefort is one of your old relations,

helps him refresh the memory by reminding you of his souvenir.

You can ...

count on me, Mr. Vidocq.

You tell him that noises circulate, concerning him.

Peddled by this junk of Vidocq.

How. . . If ...

I want to what you employ this word.

It will inspire his trust.

Villefort is tonight a guest of Count of Mortcerf.

You'll watch outside.

He'll listen. He fear the scandal by above everything.

So, you speak to him of some sheet of police

established by our regretted Fouché

that I give you the detail.

Of the success of your mission depends our tranquility.

If they let judges work, they will go in prison.

They laugh.

I warn you that you wanted them.

The friends of my parents are less distracting.

It is interesting to educate themselves.

I have too traveled. I know the world less.

- Ah, my father. Yes?

I have the joy to present you the Count of Monte Cristo.

This courageous man whom I owe my life.

Be the welcome among us.

You kept our unique heir.

My wife has already able to express her gratitude.

The friendly excitation of your son

had exceed the magnitude of my heroism.

My excitation can't resist to the appeal of a smile.

I have intention to distract myself, tonight.

I abandons you to the test of my presentations.

He laughs.

Your son is really an exceptional boy.

But he hasn't the meaning of usages.

He has that of friendship

True friends are so rare.

I estimate him deeply. He makes you it well.

I didn't hear only about you.

That is why it seems to me to know you a little more.

Your gaze isn't quite unknown to me.

Yours, no more.

Were you in the Orient?. It's exact.

Maybe we crossed each other on some boat

or into some distant city.

Perhaps, yes. At the time where I was only military.

Suave time where I had illusions.

I risked my life for all unknowns.

I only say that in Greece,

Many were the witnesses of your heroism.

I've only done my duty.

When we earn the epaulettes at the Battle,

the true heroism

is to dare to maneuver on the shifting terrain of salons.

The commitments are often more murderers there.

- Eh yes.

I had all courage.

I abandoned the sword for the policy and a worldly life.

I no longer knew my enemies.

I only have the opponents

A few exceptions.

As this faithful friend to whom I am pleased to present you.

My dear De Villefort. - Yes?

Man that you wanted as know.

Mr. Count of Monte Cristo. Ah! Delighted.

Mr. the Prosecutor, Henri de Villefort.

The most charming friends and the most dangerous men.

Formidable but fair.

It has nothing to fear when they have a quiet conscience.

Your consciousness can't be quieter than mine.

So we are made to understand

He laughs.

If you know what men are capable,

you change your mind.

The death penalty make me think, believe me.

It makes to think the honest people.

Experience shows us

the real villain perseveres.

The indulgence is treason. Society calls vengeance.

The death penalty isn't a real vengeance.

He laughs. What do you propose for us?

Put yourself in my place, see.

A criminal is before you. Will you philosophize?

I liked just to say to this man:

"Since your crime has been proved to the world,

"Since this is unmasked you,

"I don't claim death against you.

"I condemn you to live.

"I condemn you to bear the shame,

"Deprivation.

"Nothing can save you of the worst punishment.

"Disdain for yourself

"before the conscience of all.

"But I have no right on your life.

"You alone are free to prefer death

"If you expect to find the forgetting there. "

Villefort sneers.

You are a dreamer.

Today's dreams are the realities of tomorrow.

Idealist!

Idealistic, yes.

As you Mr. the Prosecutor.

Must be to believe in human justice

to the point of become the symbol.

Waltz

Oh, it's awful. You need to know the truth.

I couldn't spare you this test.

That man

I still estimated anyway

was only a traitor,

a murderer ...

How can I find yet the strength to live?

Perhaps you're remembering that I love you.

We can go away, Mercédès. Anything is possible.

No.

I have only to think of my son now.

The sacrifice of our two lives at least protect him.

No true happiness can be built on lies.

My ultimate hope

is he know nothing all these bad men.

What would become of him? A man, perhaps.

You owe him the truth.

No. No, this isn't possible.

No, leave! I beg you, leave.

For us,

everything is finished.

I obey you, Mercédès

But you know that even if you have to hate me,

I will never forgive those who made you suffer.

My revenge will be for you

the final proof of my love.

Waltz

He pants. You?

Caderousse, it's you ...

I knew I would find you. I beg you ...

Less strong. Shut up.

You watched a future victim?

No. I will tell you all but not here.

Let's go, I will follow you.

Yes, you'll follow me. This time, you shall not escape me.

I still have some questions to ask you.

Broken glass

- A broken glass ...

Window opened ...

I catch a thief.

You imagine later.

Nobody found it strange in the police.

They know what you're capable of.

Now, you must tell me everything, Caderousse.

Me, I only obey.

This is Vidocq who sent me.

He keeps a police record on Villefort

compiled by Fouché.

This energetic magistrate therefore had weaknesses?

Before her marriage,

Mr. de Villefort had seduced a young girl

who had a child by him.

Then. . . Continue.

He is constrained himself to abandon the baby.

To the year of 15, he entered a band of ruffians.

In your mouth, Caderousse,

this word takes a strange resonance.

At 20 years, they arrested him,

and now Benedetto is in prison

as "born of an unknown father."

And what's your mission?

Menace Villefort. If he doesn't yield to blackmail

Vidocq released the kid and compromised him in a story.

Some press did certainly the rest to make the prosecutor lose.

Thus, the freedom of a man, one more time,

depends only on your abject combinations.

He sighs,

You'll tell Vidocq

Villefort was unimpressed.

You can count on me.

Besides, I like it better.

I won't see Villefort again.

Vidocq will release the boy as he expected.

And then, me, I'll take care of it.

Remember that my goal is Villefort to be down.

You will be useful to me for achieving it.

I swore to avenge a dead friend because of two of you.

You'll have to help me. This is your last chance.

Your last chance!

This dear Count of Monte Cristo doesn't stop surprising us.

What does that mean?

And where am I?

Home.

What do you want?

Who are you?

A friend. He laughs.

Come on, speak frankly.

On leaving prison, it isn't sensitive.

What is it, like once?

And how much?

But I warn you,

I don't kill anybody. There's too much risk.

I decided to come to help you.

Why?

It amuses you?

I've asked for anything. It's a gamble?

No.

A history I just learned.

That of a woman who had trust and love same.

Your mother. He laughs.

She died of despair since a man abandon her.

A man today powerful and respected.

You know him? You have these relationships.

I want he'll give you the place and fortune that he owes you.

Wealth is enough for me.

Who is this?

You'll know it soon. I'll let you know.

But first, you have to raise yourself at his middle.

And I'll help you by all means

so you can talk to him man to man

and you expressed him that you're alone, his son,

has the right to to tell him.

Trust me, it won't be long.

This convocation was only a formality

that you do want to apologize.

The interest that you pay to Benedetto, was intrigued by my colleagues.

Since a month,

he led a princely life

you made him a man of the world.

What purpose do you pursue?

That prove

that he's never completely victim of his past.

Out of prison, we can become a good person.

Ah, that's just my opinion.

We are made to understand.

Your generosity to us

proves to me that you are an honest man.

I'm ready to renew your this evidence when it pleases you.

I have no doubt.

In gratitude, let me to give you an advice.

Beware of an undoubted Caderousse.

His behavior intrigues us.

He hasn't lost touch with this Benedetto

that isn't worth more than him.

I don't ignore it. Thank you.

But I'm still curious how far

the villains can go.

When they settle their affairs between them,

Sometimes, true justice is benefiting

Pst!

I know I bother you,

but as a friend, I give you some advice.

You, I've seen enough of you.

If you were reasonable, you would have your packets.

I'll help you. Huh? Think about it.

Think about what we can gather, gold or the diamonds..

Nothing is locked. This is provocation.

This discourages you to be honest.

Not need stooge for my luggage.

Beware.

I brought you here. Part by two.

Not. I decided to remain in the world.

I don't attack banks anymore.

but the daughters of bankers.

I have one in sight. I'll invite you to the wedding.

Silly!

Do you think make a fortune in the halls?

It isn't your place, my poor.

Too many people know where you come from.

Too many people can say it.

Get out of here, and fast!

Swine.

Threatening Music

Brouhaha

All right. Usher, Let enter the last witness.

Cries admiration

- Your name and quality?

Count of Monte Cristo.

Navigator.

- Tell the truth, nothing but the truth.

Say, "I swear." I swear.

- We're listening.

Mr. the President, Mr. Jurors,

I would like to say that the accused

was in self-defense.

Attorney sneers,

We don't doubt the good faith of your convictions

but witnesses provide information

and provide evidence of these statements.

Brouhaha

That is my intention.

But I'll have to speak a little of the victim.

Mr. Attorney?

Nothing opposes.

I knew Mr. Caderousse very well.

I even spent a night in the inn of his hand.

I'm not going to forget his reception that reserved to me.

- How so?

He had a good reputation.

Probably because the deads are silent.

Have you power to make them talk?

Maybe.

Come on. You mentioned a trip.

You get lost.

Return to our hostel.

I come back.

But if I leave to the time,

it was good, I affirm you

against the wishes of this owner

That night,

Caderousse tried to kill me to rob me.

Outraged cries

Villainous slander!

Dare to insult his memory to defend a criminal.

This is not the proceeding of the victim.

We must judge the victim

to save the head of an accused.

We judge our duty. This is intolerable!

Silence!

Continue on your tone

and we can no longer hear you.

I only have some bad thing to say to Mr. Caderousse.

Before deviating the right path,

Caderousse was often an auxiliary zealous police

and justice.

His contribution gave same dedication, there long,

to arrest, to incarceration

and death

of a dangerous conspirator of Bonapartist.

Caderousse knew you, Mr. the Prosecutor.

Remember.

Search in your memory.

Due to him, you could sign the order of imprisonment

then the deed showing the death of the traitor.

Remember, Mr. Prosecutor ...

Remember of the castle of If.

Remember to Edmond Dantès.

- Mr. the President,

let us have a witness to guide the discussion

to create confusion in the minds?

That man has clear intentions.

I can't resist to the audition of a witness.

Continue.

But you don't spread the subject.

Let's get to it.

I come here, but first, it should locate the personality ...

exceptional of Mr. Caderousse.

He taught me so much, recently.

- After an adventure of his inn, So you meet him again?

Yes, Mr. President.

So he wanted to pass you from life to death?

You aren't spiteful.

Yes! Exactly ...

I have this weakness.

I swore to find Caderousse.

We don't forget those who wanted you dead.

In the absence of evidence you don't miss some imagination.

Neither plumb!

Does have all the answers?

- You said you had found Mr. Caderousse.

- There is a month.

I got details of the identity on the young Benedetto.

Enough!

We know better than you who it is.

His past accused him.

His past doesn't accuse than himself.

His past, you don't know right, gentlemen.

Abandoned child

he knew misery. - I expected.

Find something else.

The unhappy youth, loneliness,

a delivery to himself ...

If all those delivered themselves took

a dagger for fun, what carnage!

Examples and a little more authority

did service to these idles

and to their prospective victims.

No juvenile delinquency in the army.

Spare us the verse of misery.

It is very pretty, but that doesn't excuse everything.

Poverty is no excuse to anyone. Especially those who cause it.

Be specific.

Who are you talking about? The father of the man.

The chorus isn't new.

Orphan of unknown father. The absent are always wrong.

The father isn't unknown, Mr. the Prosecutor.

Neither unknown or missing.

His presence among us

is very impressive.

The tribunal takes long into account

the ramblings of an adventurer? Who do you mock at?

The accused. Please.

I have all the evidences of the identity of his father.

I found those which will confirm it.

The doctor who gave birth to the mother,

the landlady of the house where this child was born,

on the night of December 14 to 15

1812, a chest who picked it up in the snow,

his wife that raised,

witnesses who only ask to be heard.

- The name of this man?

I would rather he's called himself.

That he has the last courage.

I think he will recognize the ring that Benedetto keeps on his finger.

A pledge of eternal love for a woman

who had the weakness to believe.

Enough!

Silence that man! I'll shut up.

But after you had shouted

the father,

the real culprit,

it is you, Mr. the Prosecutor.

This is you.

Mr. Henri of Villefort.

This man looking at you, is your son.

Brouhaha

You, who have been ashamed, yesterday had given him life,

Dare you today to seek the death against him?

"Interior, scandal Unprecedented seats.

"The prosecutor struck madness.

"Trial postponed.

"Amazing revelations of the Count of Monte Cristo."

Small laugh. Poor Villefort.

Everything is over for him.

What a forfeiture.

Why does Monte Cristo like to make him lose?

Probably for. . . to be talking about him.

He disapproves

What a strange man ...

How did he get these details on the past of Villefort.

It's inexplicable.

I want to understand.

Curious, an article on Janina.

"They write us from Janina.

"A fact previously ignored comes to our knowledge.

"Castles were delivered to Turks by a French officer.

"To whom the vizier Tebelin had all confidence. "

Peaceful music

Your triumph isn't modest, Mr. the Count of Monte Cristo.

Is it to celebrate your victory, this brilliant evening?

This is just a game I reckon on his friends.

Know that I am the number of those who remain loyal to him.

If I accepted your invitation

to that I wanted to go alone,

it is to have an interview with a personage

too mysterious

that seems to forget the rules of elementary prudence.

I fear lies and injustice.

So I expect to have many enemies.

But. . . I love the risk.

The scandal is a dangerous weapon.

Dangerous for everyone.

You give a bad example.

"The Monitor" attacked me.

I read this article.

You aren't named. No, but it's worse.

People seek and too happy to have found.

They don't want to doubt.

Where do we go if we publish anything to anyone?

Especially when it doesn't include anyone

or anything.

Don't worry unduly.

The contempt in the service of truth

can sometimes be the noblest of answers.

He slams the door,

That's him. I'm sure I'm not mistaken.

I recognized him. The traitor.

The murderer!

The time of revenge has come

Haydée ...

You will have a lot of courage.

To hit this man,

you will face those that protect and who will do anything

to make you lose.

Brouhaha

Bell

MM. Pairs,

Serious rumors are currently waving opinion.

The reputation of one of ours, among the largest,

and therefore that of the whole House,

is challenged of a way too accurate

to avoid opening

a debate, that I am convinced,

prove the baseness of these unworthy slander of a newspaper

until this estimated date.

Gentlemen,

I also request that an investigation be opened on us as soon as possible.

I will provide to the House

all the evidence of my loyalty.

They confuse the perfidy of unknown enemies

who's leading this despicable campaign.

Applause

Perhaps seeking to achieve the regime itself

through me.

I will produce the parts

will prove that the vizier Janina

until his last hour,

honored me by his confidence.

I will spare you the enumeration of my sacrifices.

They gave me all decorations that my country doesn't usually grant

to cowards, traitors and murderers.

The blood that I shed testifies for me

as I have not had the chance of dying with my companions,

that I can only invoker here the memory.

Believe me, Count of Mortcerf,

that your test is ours.

We have to face through and in broad daylight,

unfair attacks that are discredited to our meeting.

I am therefore obliged to accept the testimony of a witness

claiming to provide information

the conduct of Mr. Lieutenant General Count of Mortcerf

during the combat of Janina.

Brouhaha

Bailiff, please escort the witness.

Madam,

you wrote to provide information

on Janina.

You witnessed this drama

so painful.

Not a detail hasn't been out from my memory.

In your case, what important were these events?

It was life and death

of my father and my mother.

My name is Haydée,

daughter of Ali Tebelin, Pasha of Janina.

Brouhaha

Here is the deed of my birth written by my father.

Signed by his officers.

And the deed of sale of my person and my mother

to the merchant El-Kohhir

by French officer Ferdinand Mortcerf.

Cries outraged Slander! Imposture!

I've never seen this woman.

This is an outrage!

I find you. After having betrayed and murdered my father,

you sold me and my mother for 1000 pieces of gold.

A charge enough?

Here's the proof.

I am the victim of a machination. It's a fake!

Bell - Silence!

- Silence!

Madam. ...

The drama of your family isn't allowed for you to take these remarks.

Your accusations won't have any value

that if experts establish authenticity.

of these acts.

Can I talk a final time to the count of Mortcerf

to remember him for one thing?

You have the floor.

When my father realized you were going to assassinate,

he turned against you.

On a saber, he wounded you in the right arm.

You always have kept this scar.

You say you had never seen me.

How could I know this?

It is easy to prove that I'm lying.

Simply raise your sleeve.

You carry in your flesh your brand of treason.

She sobs,

Brouhaha

Mr. Count!

Mr. The Count!

I learned from a friend,

because I have real friends,

that article on Janina was due to your inspiration.

If your sole weapon isn't the pen,

you'll be worth, I think, of my challenge.

Meet a man of honor

is a rare opportunity for I evade your invitation.

I await your witnesses.

Nostalgic music

A visit for you.

A lady.

She refuses to say her name.

She has the face covered.

After what happened, beware.

Bring in this person.

Good ...

Music sad

I'm ashamed to be here to see you.

Don't look at me thereby.

I'm a coward.

I know that.

You thought only of yourself

and that your terrible revenge.

And yet,

I'm here.

Your brutality even,

and your ruthless behavior

I had better understand

that I will never have the strength to fight.

I ought to hate you,

but I can't live without you.

You are stronger than my fear,

stronger than my reason.

What are you asking me?

Spare my son.

I'm ready to go with you.

I know then, I will never see him again.

But I prefer to lose him and

and know him still living.

I beg you.

Don't commit a crime.

You had down Ferdinand of Mortcerf,

you just have to get revenge on me.

that I lacked courage.

But don't take revenge on my son.

Defend his honor isn't a vengeance.

The sense of the honor

doesn't depend of what others say

but what you think yourself.

Have you lied to me

saying to me that You always loved me?

Real feelings are only valuable if they can

triumph of contempt.

I'll prove it to you.

Mercédès ...

I don't accept that they boast of my forgiveness as a victory.

It only remains for me to the world my dignity.

This force,

this is my reason for living.

Oh. . . I beg you!

Understand me!

Forgive my son.

Forgive. . . for me

who loves you.

Music sad

agonizing Music

horses approaching.

Music sad

horse approaches

strikes. Enter.

- Did you think really, Mercédès,

I would have been able to kill your son?

A child

courageous and unconscious?

A child who suffers the deepest part of himself?

Do you think I could add to this another misfortune?

So you have never loved me to know me so badly?

You don't lose only be all that remains for you

neither believes it takes you

because tomorrow I will offer a random shot

decide which one of my destiny.

A destiny that you had dream and illusion.

This is all that really matters.

Music sad

Count of Monte Cristo, I just apologize.

Someone will think I evade, but my conscience tells me

to have the courage to confront their contempt.

I want to talk to you alone.

My mother just told me who you were really.

What loyal and worthy man, hit by the treachery of false friends.

In your place, I wouldn't have done otherwise.

As you must have suffered.

Not as much as you right now.

My friend ...

My true friend Horses approaching.

My son is mixed with a case which doesn't concern him.

My father ...

And it adds to my shame in reaching you.

I respond to this outrage throwing you this sword.

Courage doesn't prove to with words.

I never doubted your courage.

It is for your honor that you will fight.

More ...

Gentlemen,

warning.

Ready, gentlemen?

I'm ready. Yes.

Go.

Metal Shock

I'll prove to you the man I am.

And I'll teach you who I am. Remember ...

Remember

Edmond Dantès.

Cry

Moaning

Serious music

Bang

In your posts

- Edmond!

Sad music

Edmond ...

Don't go.

I beg you, don't leave me.

Why add to our misery

the tearing of this separation?

I feel it is our last chance.

If you push me again,

it's all over for me.

For us.

Why did you come, Mercédès?

Why are you back here?

This is because it is here

I knew you,

I loved you.

It's here I should expect.

You have been deceived.

No.

I have been a victim as my weakness.

I told it to you,

the day you gave me this ring.

I was not worthy to wear

I was jealous of the sea

and this is me who have betrayed you.

Yes, maybe. But for me, this isn't an excuse.

I should have

seeing your peaceful life,

not to go after to destroyed this kind of happiness.

Revenge, what folly!

What folly!

And what pride!

To love is to give happiness to those you love, and not himself

This is for me to ask you forgiveness.

Edmond, don't forsake me.

Don't go ...

If.

We have to.

Yes ...

But this is only the count Monte Cristo moving away.

Should that personage disappears forever.

It fades my memories

for another man who can return one day.

A man that you only recognize him.

Only. . . to understand.

So nothing can really separate us anymore.

lyrical music

Cast.

Adaptation: HLIEU