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Monsieur Morrel.

Really, Coclès?

I'm sorry, Monsieur. It's the Pharaon.

The Pharaon, what's happened?

She's here. I saw the signal. The pilot's going out to now.

But that's good news, Coclès. Why didn't you say?

Good news. I was beginning to worry.

She's only three days overdue, Monsieur.

Yes, I know. But all the same, these storms we've been having...

They wouldn't worry Captain Leclère.

Captain Leclère is a fine sailor.

But they worried me, Coclès. They worried me.

Stand by to drop anchor.

Ready to land main source.

What is it, Penelon?

There's a skiff pulling out. I think it's Monsieur Morrel.

Yes it is.

Show him on board and bring him into my cabin.

Let go!

- Ah, Dantès. - Mr. Morrel.

What's this I hear? What's happened to poor Captain Leclère?

- Is it true that he's dead? - I'm afraid it is.

And what's happened? Was he drowned?

No. He died of the brain fever.

We burried him at sea a week ago.

What a dreadful thing.

Brave faithful Leclère.

- I can scarcely believe it. - The whole ship mourns it.

And I with them. What an end for such a man.

A captain who survived ten years' war against the English.

Here is his sword and cross of honour.

Would you like to give them to his widow, Monsieur Morrel?

Yes, yes, of course. I'll break the news to her myself.

And at least she shall be well cared for.

Well, there it is, Edmond. We're all mortal.

The old must give way for the young.

Which is just as well if you come to think of it.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be any promotion.

You did say the cargo was quite safe.

Yes, safe and sound. You have my word for it, Monsieur Morrel.

And if I were you, I would…

But here's Monsieur Danglars, who will furnish you with every particular.

For my part, I must see to the anchoring and to dress the ship in mourning.

With your permission, sir.

Yes, you have my permission, but come back as soon as your task is done.

I will, Monsieur.

Sad business, Monsieur Morrel.

Yes, very sad, Danglars.

A house as important as Morrel and Son cannot afford such a loss.

- Cannot afford? - Can ill afford such a loss.

There i agree. Captain Leclère was a brave and honest man.

A first-rate seaman, Mr. Morrell.

A proper man to be charged with your interests.

He had the experience of age.

You think that age is essential to experience?

- Surely. - No, Danglars.

I saw young Edmond bringing this ship in. Leclére would have been proud of him.

He had the pilot at his side to prompt him.

So does any captain entering the port of Marseille.

No, what impressed me was the way the crew jumped to his orders.

They obeyed his commands to a man.

The Pharaon might have been a ship of the line.

- I have no doubt he did well enough. - It was more than well done.

It was a fine piece of seamanship. Edmond Dantès doesn't lack experience.

He doesn't lack self-confidence.

The breath was hardly out of the captain's body

before Dantès took command of the ship.

But as captain's mate, it was his plain duty to assume command

the moment Leclère died.

Was it also his duty

to lose us a day and a half at Elba, instead of making direct for Marseille?

Not unless the ship wanted repair.

No, the ship was as sound as I am.

No, Monsieur Morrel, it was sheer caprice.

Time wasted for the pleasure of stretching his legs on shore.

If what you say is true, then he did wrong.

I shall certainly need an explanation for the delay.

He'll get one, never fear.

I never knew a fellow with a more plausible tongue.

What is this grudge you bear in, Danglars?

Grudge, Monsieur Morrel? None, upon my honour.

I wouldn't do an ill turn to a comrade.

Same time, I must confess, I don't share your enthusiasm for the young man.

Why?

On a long voyage you get to know your companions.

In my opinion, Dantès is too stuffed with arrogance and conceit

to have any interests at heart but his own.

It's an opinion I take leave to doubt.

I spoke only from a sense of duty to my employer.

I'm sure you did, Danglars.

And I shall certainly bear in mind what you have told me.

- He fancies himself captain already. - And so in fact he is.

- Wanting your signature, Mr. Morrel. - But why should he not have it?

There's this business of putting in at Elba

but provided he can satisfy me on that score, you see, Danglars,

I too know Edmond Dantès and I prefer my judgment to yours.

Edmond, is your task done?

Now it is. The vessel rides at anchor.

- You wish to talk to me? - Yes, I do.

Danglars, take your account books and wait for me in my office, will you?

Very well.

Edmond, tell me why you stopped at Elba.

I don't know.

When Captain Leclère lay dying, he gave me a sealed package

and instructed me to deliver it to Marshal Bertrand.

It was not an order that you would have wished me to disobey.

Of course not. Did you see the Marshal?

Yes. Come in.

Yes, I delivered it to Marshal Bertrand. What is it, Penelon?

Customs officer coming aboard, sir.

Yes, I'm sorry. Give him this, will you?

Edmond, close the door.

How is the Emperor?

From his appearance, very well.

You mean you actually saw him?

He came into the marshal's apartment while I was there.

And you spoke to him?

It was him who spoke to me, monsieur.

What did he say?

He just asked me questions about the Pharaon.

Where we come from, where we were bound,

and what was our cargo. I told him I was only the mate

and that the ship belonged to the Morrel and Son of Marseille.

But do you know, he stopped me at once.

"I know them", he said. Yes.

"Morrell and Son have been ship owners for generations."

"There was even a Morrell in the same regiment"

"when I was garrisoned at Valence."

But it's true. Old Policar Morrell, my uncle.

They made him a Captain soon afterwards. You must meet him.

You must tell him that the Emperor remembers him.

- Of course I will, if you wish. - I insist. He'll burst with pride.

Edmond, you did right to obey Captain Leclère's wishes.

But, all the same, you should take care.

Aye?

Yes.

You've landed at Elba, you've handed a packet to the Marshal

and spoken with the Emperor.

If such things became known here, you might well find yourself compromised.

Why?

I didn't know what was in the package.

And I only spoke a few words with Bonaparte,

and there was no mention of politics.

I believe you, Edmond, but there are others who might not.

In these days, with the Bourbon on the throne of France,

a wise man keeps his own counsel.

- I shall mine. - Yes, I'm sure you will.

- Tell me, is the ship's business done? - Yes, everything's arranged.

Fine, then I can give you a lift back to the shore in my skiff.

That's very kind of you, Monsieur Morrel.

Tell me, Edmond,

have you been satisfied with Danglars in this voyage?

- I think he does his duties well enough. - But as a comrade?

We aren't comrades. He doesn't like me.

Why not?

Well, it's possibly my fault. We quarrelled and...

I challenged him.

I shouldn't have done so because it was a very silly business

and I think he did quite right to refuse, but I'm afraid he hasn't forgiven me.

Edmond, if you have no plans tonight, I should like you to dine with me.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Morrel, but I must beg to be excused.

There's somebody I must visit.

Oh, so that's it.

The lovely Mercedes. How stupid of me.

- She called on me three times last week. - On you, Monsieur?

Yes, on me. Requesting news of you.

Not in so many words, but her concern

over the whereabouts of the Pharaon touched me very deeply.

My dear Edmond, you have a very handsome mistress.

She's not my mistress. She's my betrothed.

That's sometimes one and the same thing.

Not with us, monsieur.

Anyway, you should marry her as soon as you can.

At once, if she'd have me.

She'll be a fool if she doesn't, but she will, I promise you.

I told you I've seen her rather more recently than you.

I know you have, but you don't mean to say that she's told you that.

No, she told me nothing. She's very proud.

She confided nothing in me, but she had no need to.

Her eyes betrayed her secret.

Take it from me, Edmond.

Mercedes, the Catalan, loves Captain Dantès.

Well, that's...

Did you...?

- Did you say...? - Must I speak more plainly, Captain?

Monsieur Morrrel, I...

Mr. Morrel, you make me the happiest man in the world.

- This was my dearest wish. - And the right one, as it's come true.

Edmond, my arm.

But how can I ever thank you enough?

By proving me an excellent judge of seamen and by inviting me to your wedding.

No guests shall be more welcome!

And I accept very gladly.

Please, Fernand, it's quite useless to go on.

But your mother wanted us to get married.

My mother is dead.

But the wishes of the dead are sacred.

We were children then.

If my mother had lived,

she would never have forced me to marry against my will.

- We are cousins, Mercedes. - That's not a reason!

That's the greatest reason in the world.

We Catalans hold into marriage to be a sacred law.

It's a custom, not a law.

I don't despise it.

But I don't have to obey it.

I don't understand you.

I don't know how any woman can talk like this.

But I love you, Mercedes.

I have dreamed for ten years of becoming your husband.

I beg you not to ask for what you know is impossible.

I've always told you that I can only love you as my brother.

You know I'm truly fond of you.

Loved by you, if I could tempt fortune, you would bring me luck.

I would grow rich and bring you happiness in return.

You forget. You're a soldier.

There isn't a war, so you earn your bread as a fisherman.

So remain a fisherman.

Accept my friendship and ask for nothing more.

How cruel you are.

And I would be cruel to pretend other than I feel.

You still love Dantès?

Yes.

Then you're a fool.

He's a sailor with a pretty face,

who deceives you a dozen times every voyage he makes.

I kill him!

You might try, but I tell you this, Fernand.

If you provoke him, you will lose my friendship.

If you harm him, I will hate you till the day I die.

Mercedes!

Edmond!

Edmond, here I am!

Ah, mignon.

What is it, Edmond?

Pardon, I...

I didn't see that there were three of us.

- Who is this gentleman? - Someone who shall be your friend.

The man I love best in all the world after you.

We are like brother and sister.

Come, Edmond, don't you remember him?

It's my cousin, Fernand.

Yes, of course. Do forgive me.

I didn't think to meet an enemy in this house.

An enemy? Never!

There will be no enemies in my house. None, do you understand?

There is only Fernand, my cousin.

And he will clasp your hand in friendship.

Oh, Edmond.

Will you marry me, Mercedes?

You know I will.

I don't mean next month or next week, but tomorrow.

Say you will.

Mercedes.

Yes, Edmond. Yes, yes.

Look at him, Danglars!

Poor Fernand, the rejected lover. What a picture.

I find it sad. I thought the Catalans had more spirit.

She loves Dantès.

She will marry him. If I kill him, she will kill herself.

Women say these things. They never do them.

She hasn't said it, and she would do it. I know Mercedes.

If you can't stick your knife in Dantès ribs, you must find another remedy.

Rip your feeling on a barrel.

You talk like a fool. There's no remedy for me.

But there is.

Absence severs as well as death.

What absence? The Pharaon doesn't sail for months.

No, ships have a habit of returning to port.

No, my dear Fernand, I had in mind a more permanent absence,

the kind provided by a prison.

- A prison? - Yes.

The walls of a dungeon would separate Dantès and Mercedes

as effectually as any tombstone.

So now you're going to put poor Dantès in the prison?

Has he killed? Has he robbed?

- No, he has not. - Hold your tongue.

I won't, why should I? I like Dantès.

Why should poor Dantès go to prison?

Captain Dantès, your health.

Let him run on. He's drunk.

Either sober, he still makes sense. What crime has Dantès committed?

Not so fast, Fernand. First, tell me this.

Is Dantès in prison as good as Dantès dead?

Better, while Dantès lives, so does Mercedes.

And passion needs fulfilment to survive.

Whatever she feels now, she'd want a man in the end,

and take one. You, Fernand.

I know you're kind.

You see a man down in his luck and you amuse yourself.

You don't know me at all. Pamphile, pen, ink and paper.

Oui, monsieur.

You really have evidence to send Dantès to prison?

I have knowledge, which might serve equally well.

On the voyage home, the Pharaon stopped at Elba.

I think he delivered secret documents to Marshal Bertrand.

What do you think? What use is this?

Very little.

But I know that Dantès returned with a letter from the Marshal

to the Bonapartist Committee in Paris.

- Did he let you see it? - He was careless in concealing it.

Such a letter would have to be delivered personally.

It would hardly be likely to arrive if you posted it.

Then it must be still in his possession.

Then I can denounce him.

If you denounced him,

they would make you sign a declaration and then confront him.

What of it?

He won't be in prison forever and when he comes out

he'll seek out the man who betrayed him.

Let him come.

- I'll kill him a bit more gladly. - He might kill you.

Can't you see the real danger?

Mercedes would learn the truth.

- I hadn't thought of that. - It's as well I'm here to think for you.

No, my friend. There's a simpler way.

Just as effective.

The anonymous denunciation written with the left hand.

"Monsieur the procureur du Roi is informed by a friend of the throne and religion,"

"that Edmond Dantès, mate of the ship Pharaon, now arrived at Marseille,"

"has been entrusted with a letter from the usurper"

"to the Bonapartist's Committee in Paris."

"This letter is still in his possession."

There.

- Now do you understand? - Yes it's very clever.

But one thing I don't understand

I hate Dantès. I declare it openly.

Why do you hate him, Danglars?

Whatever makes you think i do?

When you feel like i do you never mistake the sentiments of others.

I assure you in this instance you're very much mistaken.

If i have an attitude of Dantès it is one of total indifference.

For you, my friend, i have the sympathy one feels for a friend in distress.

My only aim was to show you there is a way out of your difficulties.

However, since you seem to doubt my...

I was wrong!

Anyway, it doesn't matter. You have given me the weapon I need.

All that's needed now is to address it.

Monsieur...

... le procurer...

... du roi.

There. That's settled.

Yes, it's settled. It's all settled. Only been in from a shame.

It would indeed.

No one will be sorrier than I if anything happened to the worthy Dantès.

In terms of what purpose?

You're good, heaven's Caderousse!

You didn't think I was serious! It was a joke, man!

Look!

Does that satisfy you?

Well, that's all right.

Dantès is my friend, my dear friend! I won't have him ill-used.

Now friends, a toast.

Captain Dantès and his lovely bride.

- Why... - Do as I say or you're lost.

To Captain Dantès and his bride.

- Hey, look! - What's that?

Look! It's magic to hear!

Edmond! My dear friend.

Mademoiselle.

You'll never believe it. We were just drinking your health.

We do believe it because we heard you.

It was a gesture as kind as it was unexpected.

It was natural that Caderousse and I should raise our glasses

to your future happiness, Captain Dantès.

I think it was noble of poor Fernand here to join us.

It was.

He brought us your news with a breaking heart,

but he accepts defeat like a man.

You can be proud of your cousin, mademoiselle.

I am more than proud. Dear Fernand.

My dear fellow, you are my ship's captain and a bridegroom on the same day.

I've yet to offer you my congratulations.

I've yet to become a bridegroom, Mr. Danglars.

- You can soon set that to rights. - And that's exactly what we intend.

Wonderful news! Another bottle!

No, no!

- Not now! - But tomorrow, Captain…

Tomorrow... We invite you all to our feast!

- Even poor Fernand! - Especially Fernand.

- My wife's brother is my brother. - Tomorrow…?

Of course! We're always in a hurry to be happy!

Well, that's true!

But that's not the only reason for our haste. I have to go to Paris.

Really, Captain Dantès? Have you business there?

Not mine, no.

It's something I promised to do for poor Captain Leclère.

The wishes of a dying man. Their fulfilment is a sacred duty.

They are to me. And now, if you'll excuse me…

- Edmond! - Not another word!

We've delayed you too long already.

Mademoiselle Mercedes,

Captain Dantès is the luckiest man alive!

- Goodbye, my dear chap! - Goodbye, Monsieur Danglars!

- Till tomorrow! - Goodbye!

Edmond...

You fool, would you ruin it all now?

What's happened? Is he gone?

He's gone, that's all. What do you want with him?

There's something I must tell him. I can't remember.

You're drunk, Caderrouse. Come, take my arm.

I don't want your arm!

My dear friend Dantès...

Come on, I'll take you home.

There's something I have to tell him but I can't remember.

Goodbye, Fernamd.

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