All language subtitles for Episode 03 (2)

No one is allowed past.

Everything checked properly?
-Everything works.

Try 's anyway.

What is it?
-You may not pass.

An execution.
Wait or detour.

Will it take long?
-No, the convict is on his way.

she has killed too many children

who were still in the belly
were in their mother's womb

she made little angels
made of them

but God takes vengeance on this world

she who so many children
has prevented

looking into their mother's eyes

Will no longer see the sun rise

for God is taking vengeance on this world

Who will weep for Gervaise
who after all was such a bad woman

her place is in hell
with her Lucifer...

The Count of Monte Cristo asked
If I wanted to visit you.

But that is my great pleasure.
At last I can thank you for...

You owe me nothing,
my boy.

Still. You saved
of my father.

He died before he could thank you....

but I'd like to do it
do.

Milord, you may ask me
anything.

The bank Thomson & French is opening
new markets in the orient...

specifically in the Greek town of
Janina.

A major intermediate port of our shipping company
on the route to India.

Despite Morcerf's heroic struggle
The city fell into Turkish hands

Mr. De Morcerf told me
about his help to the Sultan back then.

What a bravura piece.

How did the Turks still manage to
win?

Sultan Ali-Paeha would have been betrayed.

Betrayed? Then we must
definitely figure it out first.

Mr. Morrel, I'd like to meet one of your captains
meet...

who regularly docked in Janina.

The man's name is Coclés. Captain Coclés.

After 20 years of service with the Morrel shipping company
he is now retired in Fécamp.

Then we'll go to Fécamp.
Hopefully it will smell fresher there.

This looks like a graveyard
Where they reopen graves.

Not far from the truth.

This is the elixir of deep sleep.

Whoever drinks this becomes so numb
that he seems dead.

Another recipe from Pastor Faria?
-Yes.

Though he doubted the formula a bit.

He was so old, too.

We'll see.

I do know a recipe
that Faria didn't tell you about.

The recipe for happiness.

Doomed to fail.
-Depends on the cook.

Ms. de la Richardais can make you happy
happy. With your fortune, anything is possible.

Adieu bad memories.

I can see us already, traveling to London,
to Budapest...

maybe even to America.
-What about justice?

What you call justice is revenge.

Do you think I like being the Count of
Monte Cristo, Bertuccio? No.

He is a terrible man, ruthless
and cold.

But I didn't want to become that man.

I liked being Edmond Dantès.
That's all I wanted from life.

But they prevented that,
Villefort, Morcerf and Danglars.

Even that other larva, Caderousse.
He was silent.

When they wanted to
kill...

they made the man
who now seeks revenge.

Too bad for them.

Have the horses harnessed.
We leave in an hour.

Three pillows, grandfather.

Then you sit higher
and you can see the sky better.

Then soon you will be able to
see that famous comet.

Thank you in His name, Miss. But
Mr. Noirtier prefers to see the dawn.

That reminds him of the sun
of Austerlitz.

What are you still doing here, child?

A young girl does not belong
with a bedridden man.

Grandfather has
had a difficult day.

In his condition, all days are
difficult.

Héloïse, he hears and understands everything.

Barrois, we want to
to speak with my father.

Shouldn't Valentine leave?
-Why? It's about her.

Barrois, your attire is inappropriate.

You attract trouble
With those rags of yours.

Like shouting Long Live the Emperor.

Those rags have
lived through all the European battles,

that made France bigger
than ever.

And besides, Mr. Noirtier and I
never get out anymore.

Father, we have good news.

We are expecting Mrs. de Saint-Méran
from Marseilles.

Do you understand what that means?

That Valentine and Franz d'Epinay
be getting married.

Barrois, does my father want to say something?

Yes, Mr. Noirtier approves of that marriage.

Barrois is just narrating.

No, Héloïse, he can talk.

By blinking his right eye
he indicates vowels....

And with his left consonants.

Your father has nervous tics,
that's all.

Sir disinherits Miss Valentine
If the marriage continues.

What, but father...
-Don't worry.

If he disinherits her,
everything is for us.

Then his entire fortune
to the order of Vincentius a Paolo.

He is losing his mind.
Have him admitted.

I've been saying it for so long.

Calm down, Valentine.

The poor child comes to see him
And he disowns her.

I send for Doctor d'Avrigny.

I'm also beginning to think
that his mind...

Sir says he knows very well
why you are crying.

He will do everything
to prevent that marriage.

Will you let her get married anyway?
-Natural.

Despite your father's threat?
-Leave me cold.

He may give his money to the poor.

I never chased money.

Money is at most a concern
For 'n Danglars.

Yes, your interest is in honor,
don't you?

But no, not to honor either.

Honor is a toy,
a trinket.

For someone like Morcerf, for example.

I have the satisfaction
That I can condemn, to death....

Or to the dungeon, pretty much the same thing.

As long as I remain in the king's favor
remain.

The d'Epinay family is close
to the crown.

Therefore, Valentine must
marry Franz d'Epinay.

Seventeen suitcases, eleven baskets
and eight hat boxes.

Don't complain about the weight.
It's only silk and satin.

Carry everything to my room
And send a chambermaid.

Those coachmen are incredible,
Villefort.

Since Marseilles they have been complaining
about my luggage.

As if they will decide what I take with me
When my granddaughter gets married.

Do you remember how beautiful I was
when you married my Hélène?

That day, everything was beautiful.
-So?

I thought it was raining at the time.

Didn't you always tell me that?

Of course, it was pouring rain.

But how much we laughed
In that rain.

Excuse me.
I have to go to the kitchen.

The supper is at ten o'clock.

Still as sour as ever, your new wife.

Well, new... No exaggeration either.

Héloïse and I have been
for many years...

I never get used to it.

Waf don't you see in her?

Well um... She's still...

You were wrong about her.

I predicted it for you, but yes.

But your shrew aside now.
How is my angel? It's Valentine.

With Valentine? Very well, thank you.

How does Valentine get along
with the shrew?

Very good.
-So they hate each other.

But what the hell,
Valentine is getting married anyway.

So she'll be out of here soon.

As long as she becomes happy
With Franz d'Epinay.

I hope so, too.
I will help take care of it.

I hope so. Otherwise
my ghost to wash your ears.

This may be a strange place
for a confidential announcement...

but that wedding will be
my last party.

Even if I have to go
to one ceremony, against my will.

My funeral.

Why do you say that?
-Because it's true.

So, Villefort, I want a great
and beautiful wedding.

Listening and poignant.
I want to be able to cry, yes.

Haven't cried in so long.

Since Hélène's death.

If you need money to make the party
even more imposing, tell me.

The Morrels have always been good
for me.

The father - God rest his soul -
as well as the son.

And if it wasn't young Maximilien
who had sent you...

I had not told you anything either.

Did you want to protect a guilty person then?

I myself did not play
played such a nice role.

Unbelievable that a general,
Count de Morcerf and Senator...

Forget those ringing titles.

In Janina, the Morcerf was just
a bastard.

He was then lieutenant colonel
Fernand Mondego.

Sultan Ali-Pacha made a general
and the Turks made him rich.

Not only did he play their
Janina into his hands...

but he had Ali-Pacha
and his family slaughtered.

But you were not there, captain?

I only came towards the end.
But I never forget...

What that witness told me.

Yes, a witness.
Haydée, Ali-Pacha's own daughter.

His entire family had been killed, right?

Everyone except Haydée.

And the Turks turned
that young girl "a slave.

In a harem they made her
'n pack of pleasure meat.

Listen. Since the Turks are treating
treat Haydée as a commodity....

we buy her back.
-Possible.

That will be at least twenty times
the original price.

Since she was first name,
young and beautiful, that one was very high.

To that ransom must be added
the price of an entire expedition.

And if I find someone
who will raise that much money?

I would leave immediately.

I'm cold.
-But it's not cold.

If you had heard
had heard, Bertuccio...

You wouldn't forgive either.

Beauchamp, you here?
Are journalists playing at the fair as well?

I am here to work,
Mr. Count.

I've come to ask the baron a few questions
about his latest financial blunders.

From Baron Danglars? There's no such thing.

Still. His luck has run out.
His fortune is washing away visibly.

Come now. Danglars is a great financier.

He just lost five million
in a Mexican investment,

and right after that so much again
in Russian sturgeon.

You look like you enjoy it,
like a cat in front of a bowl of cream.

Journalists thrive on the misfortune
of others.

Then soon you won't be able
no more, Mr. Cat.

Janina.
-What?

But beware: that will be disgusting
oily cream. To gag from.

A ghost.
There was a ghost in my room.

Quiet, grandmother. It was
just the wind in the curtains.

I'm not crazy.
I've seen a ghost.

The ghost of my poor husband
Who came to say he's expecting me.

What does that screeching mean?
What is happening?

Nothing. An evil dream.

Immediately say I'm hysterical.

But who but a ghost would dare
intrude on the procurator?

Everyone knows that you are
untouchable, Villefort.

But the dead, that's something else.

I saw it too, through the window.
-Let that hysterical stuff.

And yet...
-It wanted to give me to drink.

I'll get herbal tea for you.

I don't want to sleep.
I want the day to begin.

That things are moving forward.

What things?
-Your marriage.

You must get married before I die.
-I can't.

Why, because nothing is ready?
Also good.

I did want a grand wedding,
something sublime...

but now I like it
if it happens, even if it's intimate.

A notary, a priest
for the Latin formula, and done.

Don't worry.

I release you testamentarily
From bearing mourning.

Then there can be a big party
as soon as I'm buried.

Why are you crying?
Don't you want me to die?

No. And I don't want to get married either.
I don't. I don't want to.

What does your daughter get?
-No idea.

There is no reason
to abandon traditions.

Thus, the Saint-Mérans hold
beautiful and noble marriages.

Franz d'Epinay is
a fine, noble lot?

There is no better party imaginable.

Then we make forth.
Today is Tuesday.

Then no later than next Saturday
our Valentine Baroness of Epinay.

Your ticket, young man.
Buy a ticket first.

Do you have a moment, Mr. Morrel?
-Leave me alone.

You will still arrive in time
for the screening.

I don't care.
But I have an appointment with...

Mademoiselle de Villefort.
Do you love her?

Does that concern you? Who are you?

I want the truth,
then I will let you go.

Let go of me or I
-Call out then.

Then I say you robbed me,
then they take us away...

and then you will definitely miss your appointment.

Let go of me first.
Yes, I love Valentine.

And does she love you too, Mr. Morrel?
-Sure.

Do you even know who her father is?
-Procurator Villefort.

Few people in the world
are as ruthless as he is.

Valentine counters.
Her father can go to the devil.

Lots of chances of that happening.

Let me finish.
You like Valentine, don't you?

Boy, don't go there.

What does a priest know
of love and beautiful women?

I haven't always been a priest.
And 'tis not about me.

This is about you.

Are you sure you
can't love anyone else?

Well, go see her then.

Ladies and gentlemen, the performance
begins. The magician does not wait.

I can't escape
that marriage.

For two days I've been locked
in my room crying and thinking.

I'm a minor, and the law says....

I know of a country with different laws.
Algeria.

That's so far.

Our last ship, the Pharaon, can set sail
set sail for Algeria in a week.

Do you want to kidnap me? You're crazy.
-Say yes.

No. My father and my grandmother
would...

You would rather I suffer?
Then my mind is made up.

Yes, forgetting me.

I'm about to buy a gun,
load it, sit by a fountain...

Why with a fountain?
Then you don't hear the bang so much.

I do want to die, but without who
Or what to disturb.

Well then.

What, the gun? The fountain?
My suicide?

Going to Algeria.

Really, and are you sticking to it?

You too, right?
As soon as we get there, we'll get married?

Why not?
-We don't wait until Algeria.

The captain can marry us
as soon as we are at sea.

Tonight at eleven o'clock I will be
with a carriage at the gate.

Don't take anything with you,
we buy everything along the way.

Will that idiot Maximilien
surely falling in love?

So what does he see in that girl?

Do you like her, too?
-Sure.

Such a colorless thing.
So blonde, so milky pale.

Exactly, Mr. Count. Miss
Valentine looks like a brioche.

Ms. de la Richardais for the count.

Are you going to a costume ball?
Can I come? It's been so long.

As what could I
disguise myself as?

As brioche.
-As brioche?

How you always have
original ideas.

I can see it now: a round
gold-colored hat on my head.

The dress a little blonder than the hat,
and overly wide flounces.

her name is Camille
he calls her Brioche

her mouth smells of vanilla
He feels as hard as a rock

they're snuggled up
under a bush

Dear God, how near is happiness....

With this, Coclès can pay for his trip
to Janina.

And?
- A cave-in from Ali-Baba.

Gold, jewels, incredible.
-Come, now leave quickly.

We will come back tonight.

Don't come here unexpectedly anymore,
madam.

Excuse me if I have disturbed you.
But you are not working, are you?

Still, ma'am.
-Then what are you doing?

Settling debts from others
To me.

I came because I missed you.
53 hours without seeing you.

Then do you count the hours?
-Even the minutes.

The seconds too?
-I don't have a stopwatch.

Tomorrow you will get one.

Please stop with your gifts.
What I want is your company.

What do you want with that?
-Something like this, maybe.

Excuse me if it's a bit of a failure.
I've never been good at kissing.

But you will teach me, you can do anything.

You do indeed smell like vanilla.
-And do you like vanilla?

At first glance, yes, but I would
like to make sure.

Just that furniture
in the waiting room...

Not easy to get open,
but I've seen the man busy.

Still getting in first.

In the dark, a sturdy ladder,
A diamond in the window glass...

If they catch us?

Don't you? Would you
dare commit murder?

For escaped prisoners
They are never soft.

Tell me, prince...
-Yes?

It's past midnight.
We've been standing here for an hour.

I'm going to watch. Keep waiting here.

Dead. She is dead.

I can't believe it.
-especially in these circumstances.

Did she suffer, do you think?

Very badly, I'm afraid.
Her face is so contorted.

The poison was poorly dosed,
I think.

Hence that intolerable pain
And that protracted choking.

Poisoning? Don't you conclude
too quickly, d'Avrigny?

Now who had her...

I am not claiming that anyone
administered anything to her.

I find suicide much more plausible.

Why should she?
At her age, that is.

For acts of despair there is
there is no age.

The lady's room?
-First floor, but the poor...

Maximilien Morrel, a friend of...

Thank you for coming
came.

We were not expecting any
visit.

How did you hear the terrible news
learned?

Is it this room where...

Where she rests? Yes. If you wish, you may salute
salute her remains.

But we haven't yet
had time to lay her down.

I thought that...
-You here.

I was so afraid that...

We found out she was dead just
when I wanted to leave, and I couldn't...

I understand that. but.

I'm thinking right now
about the two of us.

This death is also a miracle
perhaps.

What do you mean, "a miracle?

Surely it was mainly Mrs. de Saint-Méran
who wanted that marriage?

Now we can breathe again,
Valentine.

No. Grandmother's last wish
before she died was that...

What, what did she ask?

That the wedding will go ahead anyway.
The night of her funeral.

Tomorrow I will be married.

She spoke of a debt owed by
our family to the d'Epinays family.

My father swore an oath,
so we can't get out of that.

Where did I put that deed?
Those awful glasses.

Here he is.

No, that is the will
of Marquise de Vétheuil.

And what is that again?

The deed of sale of huize Gisors.
No, we don't need it now.

Don't panic especially,
we will find that contract.

I will not sign a marriage contract
The day of grandmother's funeral.

I sign, you are a minor.
You just have to be present.

Got it. When everyone is ready,
we begin.

Before notary Delafosse today
appeared to marry

Mr. Franz Alphonse Christian d'Epinay,
army officer, bachelor...

who performs in his own name....

and Miss Valentine Julie Marie de
Villefort, minor and bachelor

and sets the amount of the dowry
fixed at 50,000 gold francs.

Was there no mention
of 100,000 francs?

Dear Franz, we would have preferred to have been more generous
been.

But my father-in-law is
a fickle old man,

and he disowned my husband, Valentine
and disowned me.

So we have to make our future
secure.

You don't marry Valentine either
for her money.

Of course not. Out of love.
Deep, heartfelt, detached love.

After reading the contract
To both parties

have those involved
endorsed it

before me, notary
Jacques-Alphonse Deiafosse.

Made at Paris, July 21, 1838.

Please put your initials here?

Are you happy? I am.

Without that funeral, it would be
the best day of my life.

Valentine, aren't you saying anything?

There is nothing to say.

Lieutenant, don't sign.
-Barrois?

Excuse me, but Mr. de Noirtier wants to see
to see Lieutenant d'Epinay.

We will come when the formalities
are completed.

Mr. de Noirtier urges urgency.
This is something very serious.

This painting, sir?

Is this about interior design?

There's a bill inside.
Shall I read it?

Shall I give it to someone?

To whom, sir?

This letter forces me to immediately and
forever break with your family.

Master Delafosse, leave us for a moment
alone. You too, Barrois.

So what does it say?

My father killed Baron d'Epinay
killed.

Yes, Héloïse, this confession he signed
he signed before his stroke.

Was he a murderer?
-No murderer, thank God.

He killed the baron,
but not in a criminal way.

In a duel, a settlement
Between men of honor.

A duel without witnesses...

so that the police thought
that d'Epinay had been murdered.

A duel on the epee.

In the middle of the night, on the banks
Of the Seine.

And after an hour you moved on
With pistols.

That's how it happened, right?

I was aware of this.
-Why?

Twenty years ago, in Marseilles,
I received an anonymous letter...

in which a young sailor was accused
was accused just on the day of his engagement.

I remember his name.
Edmond Dantès.

On Elba, one of Napoleon's aides
had given him a letter for you...

which stated that the former emperor
wanted to flee the island

To seize power again
in France.

Napoleon asked you, father,
to cooperate...

by eliminating one of his greatest enemies
elimination: baron d'Epinay.

I know, you never
heard anything about that letter.

To protect you, I burned it.

So how did your father know that...

he had been entrusted with that task?

He felt himself that he had to d'Epinay
had to shut down.

Right?

That kind of conviction is not
not strange, Héloïse.

I also always knew without orders
who deserved death.

And that young sailor?

I had him locked up for life
in château d'If.

Because he was the messenger?

Maybe he had read the letter.
It was either him or my father.

Then you want to release him now, don't you?

Too late. During an escape attempt
he drowned.

How unfair.
-But at least your father is safe.

Greetings, Hassan.
-Greetings, Sir.

No, no light.
Get Muhammad, quickly.

Later would have been better.
-Then the moon is full.

This business doesn't feel right.
We had better extort your father.

If this goes wrong, it may still
helpful. To top.

You go.
-I'm on the lookout.

When in danger, I call out like an owl.
-I can do that too.

And I'm afraid of heights.

Upstairs, or I'll slaughter you like a chicken.

I'm afraid of heights.
-To the top.

Muhammad. Two men
Who want to break in.

I'll handle them.
-No, let them come in.

Outside. Two men.
-Thieves?

Or murderers. If anyone finds out
has come to know who I am.

They may indicate to you.
-Too dangerous.

I can tell the police a lot
about Danglars, Villefort and Morcert.

You stay downstairs.
-Do I call the others?

Little Hassan can strangle
with a lace.

No fuss. The house should be deserted
appear.

Don't shoot first.
I want to know who is sending them.

Surely there are only two?
-Go now.

This one must be worth millions.

Millions.

You disappoint me, Caderousse.
-Pastor Busoni. What are you doing here?

What about you, Caderousse?
-Well, as I stand here now....

I'm looking for...
-For what?

To money to live.

I gave you an interest, didn't I?

Everything is so expensive
For an escaped prisoner.

A roof to sleep under,
something warm to eat.

Even to wash yourself
you have to pay more.

Otherwise, they threaten to snitch.

Even you, who are such a holy man....

When I beg you to let me go,
you say:

All right, Caderousse, take the legs....

but give me money or I'll turn you over
to the gendarmes.

Well look. I give you everything I have,
and with all my heart.

For your arms.

You would sell your father and mother.

Priests are not always martyrs.

Have mercy.
I did not mean to harm you.

Of course not. Death brings you
closer to God. That's how you see it, right?

I think so, yes.
-Good then.

Will you be happy when the executioner lays your
neck beautifully prepared under the knife?

No, not that.
-You smell bad, Caderousse.

Is that from fear?
Or did you shit your pants?

Do you want to leave already, Caderousse?
-May I leave, yes? Say yes.

That is what God decides.
Do you accept that God judges you?

If you let me go,
I'll do anything you want.

It is agreed.

If God allows you to return safely
into your den, He forgives you.

Then Pastor Busoni forgives you, too.
Pick up.

But it is for your arms.
-My arms.

Poorer than you I will never find.
Go on, pick up and disappear.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Sharing I did not learn.
Only survival.

Get Muhammad, Bertuccio. Quickly.

No more movement or I shoot.

Stop.
-Don't shoot, I surrender.

Now leave us alone,
Muhammad.

A doctor. Send for a doctor.

That one would come too late. A priest
you need now, Caderousse.

To hell with the pastors.
I don't believe in your God.

Why not, Caderousse?

Because he doesn't exist. The world would be
less ugly if it existed.

The good would be rewarded,
the wicked punished.

Remember, Reverend,
we've talked about this before.

You were talking then about Dantés.
The young Dantés, remember?

In your hour of death do you think
of Edmond Dantès?

He was punished, and the others....

Those who betrayed him,
are all rich and powerful.

Bullshit, this God of yours.
He is not righteous, your God.

Nonetheless, Caderousse.
God does have justice.

Look at me. I am Edmond Dantès.

Who is dead.
-No, he's alive.

He is holding your hand.

Look at me, Caderousse.
I am alive.

Edmond Dantès?
Are you Edmond Dantès?

But if you are Edmond Dantès,
then...

Then...
-Then what?

Forward.

He is the first to pay,
but not the worst.

And you are his accomplice Toussaint?

Tie his hands tightly
On his back.

And then to the police.
-What do I tell them there?

That he is his father's son.

You would tremble if you knew
Who my father is.

If you knew who I am, young man,
you would know that your father will tremble.

First prize. Congratulations.

Good boy.

Nice match, sir.
-A somewhat unfair ending.

I'm not really an amateur
in sailing.

Right, your journey in orientation.
Don't you miss the sea too much?

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

You can afford everything
that you dream of.

I dream little.
My nights are heavy.

What a strange man you are.
You seem almost unhappy.

Is it too late for a trip?

How well you row. A real sailor.

Do you like sailors?

What a strange question.
-What question?

Whether or not I like sailors.

Just asking a question. We don't
each other apparently not much to say.

Normal when you don't know each other well.
In Paris, such a thing is called diffidence.

But if we exchange confidences here
exchange, no one can hear us.

Do you want to confide something to me?
-Me? -No.

And you, sir?
-I don't either, ma'am.

Well then. I am Mercedes the Morcerf
and I have no secrets.

And you are the Count of Monte Cristo,
also without secrets.

And yet we both have a past,
we have had a childhood.

Did you have a happy childhood?
-To a certain point. And you?

Until a certain day.

That trip was an idea
of Mrs. de Morcerf.

I was also in the mood for a trip.

Sir will be back soon
And then he will take you with him.

I don't want him to exhaust himself.
And then it gets late.

Tell him that I have returned to Auteuil
am.

And if I allowed you to call me Mercedes
when we are alone?

Thank you. What a beautiful first name.
I like pronouncing it. Mercedes.

what may I call you then?

As you wish.

Let's see. Why not: Emile?

Emile, row us to the sun.
It's cold in the shade.

No, I don't like Emile.

Try something else.

Since we are at the E anyway,
why not...

Edmond?

Edmond, row me to the sun.

We are already in the sun, Mercedes.
She is shining full on us.

Dazzling, isn't it?

Yes. The light burns even
in the eyes.

I am not happy, you know.
My husband is not...

No confidentiality,
was the deal.

Please. I've never had
had a confidant.

And you choose me. Why?

Because you are just passing through
in Paris.

Actually, you don't count.
You are like a cloud.

Mr. Cloud, once I
loved another man.

Soulful. We were
about to get engaged...

When he disappeared.
In strange, dramatic circumstances.

The only real disappearance is
death.

In other cases, you go looking,
Until you find. Until you find again.

I, of course, tried to
to learn what had happened.

But his own father said
that Edmond was dead.

Was his name also Edmond?

Coincidence. But you are right,
I will call you differently.

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

Even if it's just a game.
-A game, yes.

As a child I was afraid of the moment
my father called out at the window:

It's already late. Come home.

It was always around this hour.

Your father was right to call you to
to order. It's late, too.

Much too late.

Grandfather, Maximilien wanted to thank you
thank you personally.

Mr. Noirtier, I will never forget
what you have done for us.

In doing so, you have Franz d'Epinay
had yet to look him in the eye.

But from now on I want to work together
with Valentine to take care of you.

And with Barrois, of course.

Here is lemonade for sir.

Prepared by Miss Valentine.

You are not thirsty? I am.
It's awfully hot tonight.

The summer continues.
If sir 'll allow.

Watch out with ice cold drinks
when it's that hot.

An old nag like me has nothing
to fear anymore.

In Moscow and Beresina we have
faced hotter fires.

What does he get?
-No idea, a swoon.

I call my father.
Doctor d'Avrigny has just arrived.

But you better leave,
it's safer.

Banal medicinal plants,
d'Avrigny.

Separately, yes. But certain
combinations are very toxic.

If your mother-in-law...
-What a fantasy.

Do you see Mrs. de Saint-Méran already
playing pharmacist?

Papa, Doctor d'Avrigny, come quickly.

The pulse weakens, the eyes are already rolling.
He has to vomit.

Miss de Villefort, go quickly
to a pharmacist for an emetic.

The lemonade. I got it
When I had drunk lemonade.

Such pain...
-What lemonade?

Lemonade. There, sir.

Indeed, lemonade.
Had you prepared it?

No. That was... Miss Valentine.

Dead, I think.

I'm not going
-But I am.

No, sir, I work for you.

So you can't make me
work for.

What am I actually to you?

Merchandise you can lend,
rent out, sell?

Yes, I am lending you to the Villeforts.
But you remain in my service,

Far from you.
-Close to Valentine.

You have to protect her.

Now I don't understand any of it.

A few days ago you would have given her
given her a lethal elixir,

and now I have to watch over her
As if she were a Vestal virgin.

Do you know what a sophistry is?
-No, and that doesn't bother me.

Socrates is mortal, cats are
mortal, so Socrates is a cat.

Amusing, sure.
But totally idiotic, I'm sorry.

Another one. I love Maximilien,
Maximilien loves Valentine...

So I love Valentine.

And Valentine is in danger.
Should I continue?

I see. You want me
as her nanny? Very well.

I'm still lucky she's beautiful.

Here's the bottle.

At the slightest impassibility
give her this.

And the Villeforts want me
as intendant, do you think?

All their staff is gone.
They will receive you as a messiah.

I come for that job.
-At last.

Come in. Your food is on the table.

What else?
-Tomorrow you will see your masters.

I will not stay
In this cursed house.

Cursed? Don't you have it right here?

In one week, two deaths
by poisoning...

That's too much of a good thing.

Well. Better to prevent than to cure.

The analysis of the lemonade
that Barrois drank.

Poisoned. A mixture
of digitalis and hemlock.

Nonsense. My father drank
drank that so-called poison...

And nothing happened to him.

That surprised me at first, too.

But his condition forces him
to take a lot of medicine.

I prescribe them to him.

Those undoubtedly act as antidotes.
They work against the git.

If you have Mrs. de Saint-Méran
have her exhumed...

I think we find the same substances
in her intestines.

To such an excavation I will never
give the order.

The truth shocks you, I understand.
Valentine had made that lemonade.

Shut up, doctor. You are raving.

Of course she wasn't targeting
that clerk, but at Noirtier.

And it so happened that Barrois
drank from his master's glass.

This is absurd.
Valentine worships her grandfather.

Didn't he disinherit her?
-He's getting senile.

And Valentine doesn't care about that.

Or so it seems. Young girls
Don't let their cards be looked at.

Inside.

I am Bertuccio,
your new intendant.

Right. What do you want?
-Mr. Attorney had called, right?

So? I didn't think so, no.

Still, you wanted a cognac.
-I'll bring it right away.

I drink alone, d'Avrigny,
I share nothing more with you.

Leave my house
And never come back.

So be it. I have told you
What was on my heart.

Listen carefully, Villefort.

You must make sure that Valentine
can do no more harm.

She looks like a sweet little girl,
but she's a perverted hysteric...

who at the slightest setback
goes insane.

I also know what awaits her if you
accuse her of poisoning.

No, you don't know.

You have never seen anyone
beheaded.

well. I've seen hundreds of them.

Up close.

With in their eyes
that repulsive fear

their skin under the cold sweat
that gives off such a woeful odor of death....

teeth chattering so hard
That sometimes one breaks.

And I would have to do that
have to do that to my daughter?

You are a monster
For suggesting such a thing.

Maybe we can still
admitted?

Among the madmen? Where they treat
treat her like an animal?

d'Avrigny, if you let any of this
leak out, I will have you imprisoned.

Me? And under what pretext?

Rest assured, I'll find a way around that.

That's just me.

Very well then, I will be silent.
But I feel sorry for you.

And I am especially afraid of you.
You may be the next victim.

Just like everyone else who lives in this house.

Out.

Dear man...

I heard everything.

She is my daughter.
No one will harm her. No one.

By the way, I locked her
In her room.

You're right.

Although I'm sure she doesn't like being
being trapped.

Shall I perhaps catch her bad temper
catch her bad mood instead of you?

Where is the key?
-On the door of the room.

I go to her. Just
some rest. I'll take care of everything.

May I finally taste,
Mr. Count?

what a sweet little mouth you have
When you ask something politely.

While your eyes beg:
Please, kiss me like a cook.

So how do cooks kiss?

Dear God, how wonderful.

What are you doing here?

I'm very scared.
-Scared? There's no such thing.

Fear is an illusion. Go back.

I'm afraid for her, not for me.
-For Valentine?

Which Valentine?
-Valentine de Villefort.

you, that little girl.
-Tell.

Doctor d'Avrigny thinks
Valentine is the poisoner.

And the lemonade that Barrois drank
she had also prepared.

What was in it?
-Shiner and digitalis.

The witch. Now that her potion is working,
she will not stop here.

Do you also think it was her?

Her life is in danger. Go back.

Make sure no one enters Valentines' room
enters, especially Héloïse.

How do I get in unseen?

I don't know the house well yet.
So big and grim.

But about 'the roof all the same.
-The roof so.

Go quickly, you should have been with Valentine
Valentine's already. Come on. I'll be right there.

You suddenly seem so worried.
I don't like that.

A minor setback. Not a big deal.
Although...

Although?

I would have preferred to keep you here tonight
after our dinner.

Yes, please, keep me. It's so cold
in Auteuil.

I want so much to stay here with you.

Close to you. Completely against you.

Be wiser, madam.
-Why?

Tonight I have something to do.
-Tomorrow there will be another night.

Impossible. I am expected tonight.

By whom? Surely not by a woman?

Only if death looks like a woman.

Bertuccio, what are you doing there?

What you are supposed to do.
I am protecting your Valentine.

Why? Is she in danger then?

Then what is it, Bertuccio?
-Don't worry.

Now we watch over her.

But you're just Bertuccio.

Sure.
-I didn't mean that.

No, but I do.

But I am not alone.
There is also that man.

Which man?

My master, though I see him more and more
more and more as a friend.

Someday I'll say you,
and press it against me.

And now to work.

Wake up.

Wake up, for God's sake.
Wake up.

Wake up, critter. I need you.
I need you.

Wake up.

Good for you, Bertuccio.

Careful, the steps creak.

Miss Villeforf's room.

Poor child. All those emotions
Have become too much for you.

Here's something that helps you sleep.

I don't need anything, Héloïse.
I slept very well.

With this, you will sleep much better.
Forward.

Drink up. So, yes.
Drink to the last drop.

This way, yes. Like that, yes.

Sleep well.

Good night.

Don't scream, or we are lost
and you will never see Maximilien again.

What flavor did her drink have?
-What flavor?

Didn't pay attention. A little bitter.

Think. Your life depends on it.

Not unpleasant.
A taste of plants.

Where is the bottle I gave you?
-What do you mean?

The antidote.
-I don't have that anymore.

I drank it
With the food they gave me.

It's so hard for me to breathe.

In 't lab I have some more.

In a test tube,
the seventh on the rack. Fast.

I am cold. Very cold.

Faster, coachman. Do you hear me?
Faster.

Mr. Bertuccio, it's me,
Captain Coclès. Mission accomplished.

I know it's late, but do you want to
Mr. Count something anyway?

Very good, but it must wait.
-Mr. Bertuccio

Where is the driver?
-He didn't want to wait.

Come with me. We must hurry. Quickly.

Get in. Come on, hurry up.

I hear footsteps.
-Every second counts.

Fortunately, the antidote works quickly.

Just in time.
-She's saved.

For now. That woman
is definitely starting over.

If she notices
that this git hasn't worked

she may be brewing another,
whose formula I don't know.

Mr. Count,
how will you punish me?

I made a grave mistake.
She was almost dead.

I am not infallible either.

Mr. Count, finally.
I really don't understand any of this.

What a night. First we wait for hours
And then we are dragged here.

Believe me freely, the Turks are
less bizarre than your Bertuccio.

Good God. Haydée.

If you knew where I found her
and in what condition.

I can imagine what she has
gone through, Captain Coclès.

I take the reins.
I choke. I need air.

Welcome, madam.
I am the Count of Monte Cristo.

And I am your slave.
I hear you have bought me off.

No, I have redeemed you.

You were in prison. I hate prisons.

I haven't returned to Auteuil yet.

I wanted to see what you called an appointment
with death called.

A beautiful sight, though.

This young woman suffered a lot.

Young women who are suffering
are your specialty.

Camille de la Richardais.

Has also suffered a lot.

Widowed after barely two years of marriage.

But now I'm in love with someone
whom I thought was a man

But who turns out to be a night owl,
or a bat.

Who haunts at night
And never 's seeks a soft bed.

Honored by that in love, ma'am.
We'll discuss the rest later.

You must be exhausted.
Muhammad is preparing a room for you.

Why not a hotel for the princess?

No one must know
That we have found her again.

Her arrival must remain strictly secret,
for her sake and mine.

You know my house. Will you
that she lacks nothing?

Thank you, Captain Coclès.

You had also asked me for papers.
Here they are.

I just wanted a business article,
Beauchamp.

Victoria, balance sheet
of the first year of government.

What you have written seems rather
a declaration of love.

Well, with her 19 years, her round
face and that shy little smile....

Isn't she a charming queen?

Mr. Beauchamp.

Very urgent.

The English queen may still
grow some more. This is something explosive.

Here, sir, read it.

If that is true... What a scandal.
Are you sure of your information?

Well from the man who delivers them to me.
-hopefully. My newspaper is on the line.

And look out for a moment: light the fuse
lit, but don't let anything explode yet.

Any ideas for a title yet?
- Message from Janina.

I hope, sir,
you never engage in a duel.

Not against me, anyway.

A bullet straight to the heart is
not a punishment. Real punishment takes a long time.

Have you ever missed a target?
-Never.

Then educate me.

The next classes are Saturday.

I don't have that much time.

Please, I'm in danger of losing
losing my life again.

Then what is it, Albert?
-A difficult matter. A duel.

A duel? You?
-I am offended.

By?
-Beauchamp.

The journalist? Your friend?
-No more.

Here. Read page 3 at the bottom.
Message from Janina.

Where is the insult?

He insinuates that one Fernand,
French officer in Greece...

Sultan Ali-Pacha would have been
extradited to the Turks.

From the hand of Beauchamp.
-One Fernand. And then?

My father's name is Fernand.

Boy, there are hundreds like that
in Paris. Fernand is a banal name.

Or if you find that offensive:
a fashionable name.

But he served
in Greece, in Janina.

It is abundantly clear.
-Still.

If your father is being targeted,
he has to defend himself.

Thank God my father never reads
Le Messager. He doesn't know about anything.

What would you do
if your father was insulted?

Something much worse happened to my father
than an insult.

He died of grief.

Did you not try to avenge him?
-But I did.

You see. As an offended party
I may choose the weapons.

I'm a good fencer.
Beauchamp not at all.

He is very good with firearms.

But a duel is not murder,
so I chose the gun.

I have no understanding of that.

You prefer suicide to murder.

Unless you teach me to shoot.

I declined.

Otherwise it would be
like shooting Beauchamp himself.

And finally, that boy
published what I gave him.

Should Albert then pay
for his father's mistake?

Then Valentine would also...

If Fernand is quickly unmasked,
hopefully his son will withdraw.

And as for Valentine...
-Héloïse continues to hang out there.

With coffee, with fruit juices.

I pay close attention, but yes,
I also have to sleep now and then.

There may be a way
to protect Valentine.

Surely I gave that toad an elixir
That causes apparent death.

That seems like nothing.
-It seems to me the only solution.

Go back to her right now.
I'll see you tomorrow at ten o'clock.