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Punctuality is the politeness of kings.

I trust that you will forgive the two or three seconds I am behind hand.

I have come from Basra.

From Basra? My dear Count, you saved my reputation.

None of my friends believed you would remember.

I was never paid a handsomer compliment.

Allow me to present to you Mr. le Conte de Château-Renaud,

whose nobility goes back to the twelve peers.

Mr. Beauchamp, the celebrated editor, who is a terror of the French government.

Mr. Lucien Debray, private secretary to the Minister of the Interior.

And Mr Maximilien Morel, Captain of Spahis.

You wear the uniform of the new French conquerors.

It is a handsome uniform.

And beneath it beats one of the bravest and noblest hearts in the whole army.

- Come, Monsieur. - So much the better.

Breakfast is served.

My dear Count, allow me to show you the way.

Mr. le Comte on my right hand. Mr. Morrel on my left.

The rest of you, where you please.

Gentlemen, I am a stranger.

This is the first time that I have ever been in Paris.

The manner of living in France is utterly unknown to me.

I have followed the Eastern customs.

I beg therefore that you will excuse

if you find anything in me too Turkish, too Italian or too Arabian.

And now let us breakfast.

Will you stay long in Paris, Mr. le Comte?

As long as it pleases me. A year at least.

We must find you somewhere to live.

Faubourg Saint-Germain, of course.

Pay no attention to him, Monsieur de Comte.

Live at the Chaussée d’Antin, that's the real center of Paris.

Boulevard de l’Opéra, on the first floor, house with a balcony.

No doubt le Baron Danglars will know some suitable property.

Le Baron Danglars?

The father of my intended bride.

I shall hope to have the pleasure of introducing you to Mlle. Eugénie.

An honour that I look forward to with the keenest anticipation.

So the famous banker is to be your future father-in-law?

Yes, have you met him?

No but I intend to at noon today.

I've opened a credit with him through my bankers in Rome,

Thomson & French.

- Thomson & French? - Splendid!

We want it from our subject gentlemen.

I will be honored, Mr. le Comte, to place at your disposal

a suite of apartments if you need them.

Set your mind at rest, Mr. de Château-Renaud.

I have already purchased a house in Paris.

But how is that possible? You only arrived this morning.

But I sent my valet de chambre and my steward on

ahead of me to make all the necessary arrangements.

They are perfectly acquainted with my taste.

Then you have never seen your establishment?

No, but I have the address.

27, Avenue des Champs-Élysées.

Indeed. Do you know the house?

It was a gift from King Louis XV to Madame de Pompadour.

It's a palace, man.

It's been empty since the old Marquis de Sainte-Severin died last year.

Hardly surprising since they've been asking in the region of three million for it.

Would it be impertinent of me to ask how much you paid?

Not at all, since I have no idea.

But if the figure that Mr. Debray has quoted is correct,

then that is very likely what I have paid for.

And you will not even stay

to meet the man who saved Albert's life?

It depends on how long he stays and when the debate ends.

I must go now. Bye my dear.

Goodbye, Fernand.

Father.

Allow me to present to you Mr. le Comte de Monte Cristo.

The gentleman who saved your life in Italy?

- Yes indeed. - Then no one could be more welcome.

Please accept our eternal gratitude.

It vexes me only that I am on this moment

on the way to the chamber where I am speaking in debate.

But Madam la Comtesse shall, in my absence,

greet you with every hospitality.

You do me great honour.

I have only today arrived in Paris.

I could scarcely have hoped so soon to make the acquaintance of a man

whose merit equals his reputation.

But has not fortune a marshal's baton to offer you

after your illustrious campaigns in the east?

I have left the service now.

I have found another battlefield by casting myself into politics.

It's not a question of being content, but of continuing to strive.

I have seldom heard so admirable an expression so ably expressed.

I'm deeply touched that you should be so generous in your prayers.

You'll forgive me, monsieur. For once I regret the call of duty.

It has been a most pleasant meeting.

One that I shall not forget.

What is it, my dear? You're not well?

Are you ill, mother?

No but I feel some emotion on seeing for the first time

a man without whose intervention

we should have been in tears and desolation.

Monsieur, I owe to you the life of my son

and, for this, I bless you.

Madam, you recompense too generously

a simple deed of humanity

Nevertheless it is very fortunate for my son that he found such a friend

and I thank God that things are thus.

You will forgive me, my dear, but I must leave.

- The debate is pressing. - Go then.

And the count and I will strive our best to forget your absence.

- Albert. - Goodbye, father.

- Monsieur le Comte. - Monsieur.

Will you do us the honor of passing the rest of the day with us, monsieur?

- I must beg to be excused. - It would give us great pleasure.

Believe me, madame, it would give me even greater pleasure.

However I have only just arrived in Paris

and there are matters that require my attention

which I know you will understand.

But I thank you for your kindness.

At least you will promise to visit us another time.

I will not detain you, monsieur.

I would not have our gratitude becoming importunate.

Albert.

Show Mr. le Comte to his carriage.

Mr. le Comte.

Gentlemen, I propose we adjourn our business until this day week.

I shall call a full meeting of the railroad committee.

- Is that agreed? - Agreed.

Yes?

The Count of Monte Cristo, Monsieur le Baron.

Ask him to wait.

I think this will amuse you. You heard the name announced.

- Yes. - I confess I am vastly intrigued.

The House of Thomson & French in Rome

have written asking me to allow this person unlimited credit.

- It must be some kind of hoax. - Did you say unlimited?

Yes. I fear our distinguished visitor has a shock coming to him,

which is one thing to impress our friends in Rome.

In Paris he may find the going somewhat harder.

We won't detain you, my dear Baron.

I see the light of battle in your eyes.

I hardly anticipate a battle, nearly a massacre.

I have the honor, I presume, of addressing Mr. de Monte Cristo.

And I am speaking to Baron Danglars, chevalier la Légion d'Honneur,

and member of the Chamber of Deputies.

You must excuse me for not addressing you by your titles.

We here live under a popular government.

I am myself a representative of the liberties of the people.

And so much so, that whilst preserving the habit of styling yourself Baron

you have deemed it advisable to lay aside that of calling others by their title.

On the contrary.

It is simply that I attach no sort of importance to these empty distinctions.

Really?

Am I to take a term that your servants address you as Danglars?

Permit me to inform you, Mr. le Comte,

that I have received a letter of advice from Thomson & French of Rome.

I am charmed that it has reached you.

It will save me the disagreeable task of calling upon you for money myself.

There is one slight difficulty. I do not fully comprehend the letter.

Really? And what is it that baffles your powers of comprehension?

This letter gives Mr. le Comte de Monte Cristo

unlimited credit on our house?

And what is there to explain in that simple fact, Mr. le Baron?

- Merely the word unlimited. - Is the word not known in France?

The reason why I desired unlimited credit

was precisely because I did not know how much money I might expend.

But, my dear Count,

in financial affairs the word unlimited is so extremely vague.

Now what is vague is doubtful,

and in my experience where there is doubt, there is danger.

I see.

The Bank of Thomson & French set no bounds to their engagements

while that of Danglars has its limits.

Monsieur, the amount of my capital and the extent and solvency

of my engagements have never yet been questioned.

Then allow me to be the first to do so.

Name your wishes.

The resources of the House of Danglars,

however limited, are equal to the largest demands.

Were you even to require a million?

I beg your pardon?

A million?

But my dear sir, if such a trifle could suffice me

I should never have taken the trouble to open an account.

A million? You're talking of a sum

that I'm in the habit of carrying in my pocket-book.

You must pardon me, my dear Count,

if I express the most extreme astonishment.

Have all this settled between us?

I shall thank you to send me a supply of money tomorrow.

By all means.

What sum will you request?

We may as well fix the sum as the probable expenditure

for the first year. Shall we say...

- ... Six million? - Six?

And then if I should require more... We'll see.

What is this name of Monte Cristo?

The Count has no pretensions to nobility. He calls himself a chance count.

You have seen my dear Albert, Mr. de Monte Cristo in his house.

You're quick-sighted, have much knowledge of the world,

more tapped than is usual at your age.

Do you like him, Albert?

He saved my life.

That's not what I mean.

As I say, there are times when he can look devilishly odd

but he pleases me, mother.

How did your father receive him?

I've never seen him take to anyone so quickly.

The Count actually made him talk about himself.

But then the Count also made a strong impression upon my mother.

I've always put you on your guard against new acquaintances, Albert.

Now you're a man and are able to give me advice.

Yet I beg you.

Be...

... prudent.

Baroness!

Permit me to present the Count of Monte Cristo.

My daughter, Eugénie, our only child.

Mlle. Louise d’Armilly, her friend and music teacher,

and Mr. Lucien Debray.

We're already acquainted, Mr. le Baron.

- Really? I had no idea. - We had breakfasted with Albert.

You know the general and his family?

Yes, I met the Viscount some months ago in Rome,

and he presented me to his parents yesterday.

No doubt you're really aware of the intended alliance

between our two families?

Yes.

The Viscount is to be congratulated on his good fortune.

Your daughter is as handsome as her mother is beautiful.

It is the comparison one might make between Diana and Aphrodite.

Vexing to another.

Mr Le Conte is as gallant as he is wealthy.

I should have told you, my dear. He has come to Paris for a year

and in that time he plans to spend six millions.

That's a very great deal of money, monsieur.

On what can you possibly spend so much?

I propose to do whatever people do in Paris.

However I'm a stranger to your capital.

I had hoped to make the acquaintance of someone

who could initiate me into the customs of French society.

You should enlist the aid of Madame Danglars, my dear fellow.

No one is better acquainted with Paris society.

It's useless to flatter me, Lucien.

I should be quite inadequate for the task.

My mother is right monsieur.

She would be inadequate.

She has the talent but not the stamina.

My mother enjoys indifferent health. You need someone like Mme. de Villefort.

- Eugénie, what nonsense you say. - I do not know the lady.

- The wife of the Procureur du Roi. - His second wife.

Upon my word, Eugénie, that is a brilliant suggestion.

No. Only the obvious solution.

She is charming, restless, discontented.

A woman with a flair for extravagance, she has little chance of indulging.

It's impossible. I can't believe it.

My carriage horses have disappeared from the stable.

- Madame, pray let me explain. - What have you done with them?

- Madame, they were too spirited. - So you sold them behind my back?

- I have sold them, yes. - And by what right?

Monsieur, I'm half broken.

My beautiful dappled greys, they were the finest horses in Paris.

And tomorrow morning at 10 I'd promise Mme. de Villefort

to take her driving in the Bois.

What am I to say to her now?

Madame, you shall have another pair like them, but quieter, steadier.

If I'd known you were coming to Paris, Mr. le Comte,

I'd have offered them to you.

The most noble creatures but fit only for a man.

I've sold them for a song.

A generous thought, monsieur.

However I purchased an excellent pair of carriage horses only this morning.

Monsieur Debray, you're a connoisseur I believe.

Would you come and have a look at them?

I'm sorry my dear. I couldn't tell you before.

Some madman intent upon his own ruin

sent his steward to purchase them at any cost.

I've gained 16,000 livres from the sale.

Don't look so angry.

You shall have 4,000 for yourself.

But this is extraordinary. I cannot be wrong.

Madame, come and see for yourself.

My dappled grace!

Mine... Madame.

I purchased them this morning.

But they're mine.

Those are the horses my husband sold.

How very singular.

How much did you pay for them?

30,000 livres, I believe, madame.

- Have I your permission to enter? - Why demand permission?

Are you no longer my master? Have I ceased to be your slave?

- Haydée... - And why speak to me so coldly?

If I have in any way displeased you then punish me as you will.

But do not speak to me in a manner so formal.

Haydée, I was about to remind you

of what you were only too well aware already.

Namely that we are now in France and that you are consequently free.

Free?

Of what use would freedom be to me?

And enable you to leave me.

My lord, why should I ever leave you?

That is not for me to say.

However, we are about to mix in society to visit and be visited.

You cannot remain in seclusion here in Paris, Haydée.

And if you should meet someone else whom you might prefer,

then you must not think that I would be so selfish or unjust as to...

No, that can never be.

No man is more handsome than you.

And I have loved only you and my father.

My poor child.

You've hardly ever spoken to any other man but myself and your father.

And what care I for all others in the world?

My father called me his joy. You call me your love.

Both call me your child.

Do you remember your father? I do.

He is here, and he is here.

Where am I, then?

You?

You are everywhere.

Haydée...

You do understand

that from this moment you are completely free?

You are absolute mistress of your own actions

and I have but one favor to entreat of you.

Speak.

Never mention the name of your illustrious father.

My lord I have already told you.

I will hold converse with no one save you.

Haydée.

You must endeavor to live by the customs in Paris here.

It may be useful to you one day, whether you stay here or return to the East.

My lord would mean whether we return to the East.

Would he not?

My child.

You know very well that whenever we part, it will be by no wish of mine.

The tree does not leave the flower.

The flower leaves the tree on which it grows.

I will never leave you, for I could not live without you.

You're not deceived, my lord.

The love I bear you

in no way resembles my feelings towards my father.

I survived his death.

I would never survive yours.

Good evening, Excellency.

The deeds to the house of Auteuil, signor.

I paid half the price you were willing to give.

It's been empty for nearly 20 years.

What news from Rome?

None, Excellency. But I know my adopted son.

After your letter and the money you sent

Benedetto and Major Cavalcanti will be halfway here by now.

Good.

You've settled the matter of the dappled grays?

I've given your instructions.

- And the harness? - The work has been done, Excellency.

Good.

Then take this letter and deliver it to Mme. Danglars.

At once.

While you are there,

you will ascertain what tavern her coachman frequents.

Find him and make his acquaintance. Is that quite clear?

Perfectly clear.

Tomorrow morning at 10h00,

Mme. Danglars will be taking Mme. de Villefort

riding in the Bois de Boulogne.

Her carriage will pass this house.

You wish it to stop here?

When her coachman turns into the Champs-Élysées,

he will lose control.

The horses will

good coachmen never lose control of their horses.

Naturally.

You will buy him.

At any price.

Leave it to me, Excellency.

Ali.

You sometimes shown me your skill with the lasso.

Could you stop an ox, a tiger, a lion?

Good.

Do you think you're capable of arresting a coach drawn by two runaway horses?

Good.

He sounds like a prince from the Arabian Nights.

I begin to think he is.

My drawing room may have the appearance of a harness room this morning

but with good reason.

He returned a harness with the horses.

- My dear Héloïse, if that were all. - What are they?

Diamonds, Valentine. Diamonds of great price!

- I don't believe it. - Neither did I.

You know my husband.

He sent for Barier the jeweler immediately

who proclaimed them all flawless stones.

- All of them? - Naturally. Two horses.

Two sets of diamonds.

Jacques, will you take these down to George

and tell him we should be leaving immediately?

I am an envious woman by nature I mean.

But today you have made me the most envious woman in Paris.

You shall meet him, Héloïse. I shall arrange it.

And you too, little Valentine.

Indeed I think you should marry him.

That's mean.

Your cruel as to joke at poor Valentine's expense.

My step-daughter is far too insignificant to attract such a man.

Quite perfectly serious, my dear. She's quite lovely.

Goodbye, children.

- Goodbye, mother. - Goodbye, madame.

Of course Valentine won't get Monte Cristo.

- How can you be so sure? - Héloïse will see to that.

She's thoroughly jealous of her.

As I am jealous of Albert?

That's not a bit the same. Besides, you've no cause.

You're my dearest friend.

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