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You saved her life!

Fetch her a blanket!

I ordered you not to go in!

You go down in the hold! Stay there until Marseille!

What?

You think I'm brutal?

Not only do I know it, I'm proud of it!

Go!

Man your stations!

Get her inside before she freezes!

Hang on.

Go on.

Slept well?

You have something of mine.

I never saw the Emperor's handwriting.

Give me back that letter.

I don't think so, no.

What do you want?

A good reason not to turn you in.

Try money.

That often works.

I don't have any.

But I have friends.

If you speak of that letter to anyone,

they'll find you. And kill you...

Captain Danglars.

Sir!

I think I made trouble for you.

How can I thank you?

You just did.

Take care of yourself.

Mademoiselle?

Angèle.

Edmond.

I'll never forget your courage.

But forget my name.

Goodbye, Edmond.

Goodbye, Angèle.

Morrel wants to see you.

We had just changed shifts, near Cap Corse.

Rough water, 200 fathoms from the wreck.

Give me the ship's log.

We hit some debris. Then Dantès wanted to take the lugger.

I said no. It was crazy.

Is that right?

Yes, sir. But we'd have done as much for any of our men.

It was my call! I ordered to come about,

and that's when he dove in.

You dove in?

Captain Danglars never ordered me not to.

That's enough!

You see this insolence?

Mr. Morrel, I must say,

this boy is uncontrollable.

I won't sail with him again.

No, you won't.

See? I warned you.

Because you won't sail for me again.

What?

How could you let a woman drown?

I saved your cargo.

No one. On my honour.

Captain Danglars!

You're no longer captain.

Go get your things.

I'll have your wages ready.

You don't even know who she is.

I know what you did. And that's enough for me.

Boy, come here.

Come on.

Let this be a lesson to you.

A man never hides behind rank,

nor under a table!

Edmond, this is my grandson.

Maximilien.

Pleasure, Maximilien.

Maximilien, this is Captain Dantès.

Hello, Captain.

How old...

Captain?

Yes. Show me you're worthy, Edmond.

Yes, of course, sir.

Of course.

That's it.

Edmond!

I can't believe you're here!

I must...

I must tell you...

That you love me!

Yes, for one thing. But...

No buts!

Hang on.

- But... - Not again!

You're kissing a future Captain.

- You? - Yes!

So now we can...

Yes, now we can.

I missed you.

I missed you, I missed you...

See you later.

Edmond!

Juliette.

- Are you well? - And you?

It's Edmond, Louis' son!

- Hello, sir. - Hello.

Where's Dad? I must see him.

In the house.

See you later.

Smile, it's good news.

What a face you're making.

It's happiness.

I'm so proud of you.

Captain!

Captain...

Have you told the Morcerfs?

Not yet. I wanted to tell you first.

Everything will change now, Dad.

You must tell them.

It's all thanks to them.

And thanks to you.

I didn't put you through the Naval Academy.

Go, son.

Go pay your respects.

A toast!

To your late mother, Edmond!

Because we miss her.

And because she gave birth to Marseille's youngest captain!

Yes, applaud him! That'll make him uncomfortable!

There, wonderful!

But also because Mathilde Dantès

was the nanny of a future Peer of France,

of heroic destiny, one of Europe's most handsome officers,

to wit, Fernand de Morcerf, yours truly!

Louis! Come and drink. It's a special occasion.

Thank you, sir.

Later perhaps.

I hope you'll scold Mercedes. She won't listen to me.

She'll be late for her own wedding!

Finally!

Sorry I'm late, Aunt.

Hello, Uncle.

Horace de Belios acted up again.

I almost spanked him!

Mercedes, please!

Who is he?

A horse, Mother. But of noble heritage!

Hello, Cousin.

Hello.

Edmond.

Mercedes.

I hope you're ready for a celebration. Our little Edmond has big news.

Yes.

Yes, I'm going to be...

Captain.

Captain of Le Pharaon. It's official.

Really?

Bravo!

To the Captain!

I have it!

To your health.

I'm so happy for you, my friend.

Me, too! I'm so happy for me, my friend.

A new uniform?

A new salary!

Now he can enjoy life,

have a good time! We'll show him how!

And now I can get married!

What's all this?

You're my witness.

- Not a chance. - Sure!

Witness to a waste? Mercedes, say something.

I tried, but he's madly in love.

Totally, madly!

And her?

Does she know? Did she agree?

She said so anyway.

I know.

It's Juliette.

Who?

The sultry-eyed laundress!

No! No, it's not Juliette.

No, she's a...

A real woman.

Very beautiful.

But not only beautiful.

Mysterious, bewitching!

Yes!

Who is she?

She's your cousin!

Mercedes Herrera de Morcerf.

You?

We're engaged.

You've both lost your mind.

Your mother won't agree.

You think Mom can say no to me for anything?

Anyway, you'll convince her. You're her favourite nephew.

I have a warrant,

signed by M. de Villefort, King's Prosecutor,

for the arrest of a certain Edmond Dantès.

Come with us.

What's going on?

Leave him be.

- There must be an explanation. - Come.

Let me go.

- Wait. - Fernand, do something!

What is this? My son has done nothing!

It must be a misunderstanding.

Where to? I'm coming along!

- He is to come alone, sir. - Lieutenant!

Lieut. Fernand de Morcerf.

Tell your friends to make way.

On order of the king.

I'll see to this.

Come along with us, sir.

Edmond!

Don't worry, I'll be back, my love!

Edmond Dantès, Mr. Prosecutor.

Leave us alone.

I've always admired sailors like yourself, Mr. Dantès.

Few things scare me, but the sea...

Truly, that endless abyss...

those dark waters!

It's as if any second a monster might leap out and devour you.

What am I accused of, sir?

Why was I arrested at my wedding?

Do you have an enemy, Mr. Dantès?

An enemy?

Or someone jealous of you?

You're named Captain.

You make one of the region's best marriages.

You know how envious people can be.

I don't know, no.

I had a dispute, recently, with a crew member.

What could he accuse me of?

I don't know.

Being an agent for Napoleon?

What?

That makes no sense.

We found this bible

in your cabin.

It is your bible, right?

Your name is written inside it.

Yes, that's not really a crime.

True.

But inside it we also found

a mission order

signed in Napoleon's own hand.

And that, you see, is a crime.

Wait, wait...

No, I swear I've never seen that letter before.

If you have no enemy, who slipped it in there?

Off the coast of Corsica I saved a woman from drowning.

She thanked you in your quarters?

No.

But Capt. Danglars locked her in there, until Marseille.

You can verify that.

Ask Caderousse.

Quartermaster, Gaspard Caderousse.

Caderousse?

Yes!

- What do you know of the woman? - Nothing.

Mr. Dantès,

I've questioned hundreds of plotters, you don't seem to fit the bill.

I'm glad to help a friend of the Morcerfs.

But you must help me, too.

I swear I know nothing about her.

She said her name is Angèle.

That's all.

Have you told anyone that young woman's name?

No.

Not even Caderousse?

No.

No one. On my honour.

You see, Mr. Dantès,

I believe you.

But sorry, I'll have to hold you a little longer.

So I can question the crew.

I'm sure they'll confirm your story

and then your fiancée

can hate me for this terrible inconvenience.

I'm sure she will.

Fernand will fetch him back for you.

I can't take it, I'm going.

You can do nothing more than he.

You'd be glad if they didn't free him!

How can you say such horrid things, Mercedes?

Gérard,

I can vouch for Mr. Dantès.

Leave us a moment, please.

Fernand, so sorry about your friend.

I know you're close.

There are things you don't know.

We found a mission order from the Emperor on him.

His crewmates confirm he's a partisan.

You realise how grave these accusations are.

Providence led to his arrest before he married Mercedes,

committing the irreparable.

But if you're willing to vouch for him,

if you think these two men are lying,

if you'll take that risk,

then I'll set him free.

Just say the word.

No.

No?

He isn't worth...

He isn't worth what?

Dragging our family name through the mud.

If Dantès betrayed us,

let him pay as a traitor.

I can arrange

to avoid a trial, protect the Morcerf name.

I will need your testimony.

You understand what's going on?

Then keep your mouth shut.

Mr. Dantès?

You spoke to the Prosecutor?

Yes, sir.

Well, this is a day I'll never forget.

You're not seeing me home?

No, indeed.

Let's go.

Wait, what is this?

What is going on? Let me go!

Call the Prosecutor. I spoke to him!

Call him! Call him!

I'm innocent! I did nothing!

Let me go.

The guilty get hanged.

You must know things some don't want to hear. So shut up!

Let's go.

Stop!

Stop!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Where is he?

There was nothing I could do.

Mercedes!

Let me go.

It would be useless.

- Mercedes! - Stop!

Please...

What's going on, Victoria?

Not happy to see me?

Your sister is here.

Mademoiselle de Villefort.

Life in the underground suits you.

Sorry I can't return the compliment.

Cognac? Sorry, I'm out of seawater.

Yes, it's my business to know everything.

Then you know Dantès is innocent.

Innocent...

Who's really innocent now?

He did nothing.

Why arrest him?

To save your life! What a question.

My life or your reputation?

We're both in politics.

In politics, we don't eliminate a man,

but an obstacle.

I knew you were a cruel royalist,

but I hoped you were honest.

If you're so honest, why not confess in his stead?

I will, Gérard.

If you won't save him, I will.

I think you'd rather nothing be known of me.

Or of Victoria,

your mistress.

And your unborn child!

Just as I thought.

Alive?

Alive!

Alive?

Alive!

Alive?

Alive!

Who knows the way?

Who knows exactly?

Someone there.

Someone's there!

Someone there?

Someone is there.

Is someone there?

There's someone there.

Someone there...

Who are you?

Dantès.

Edmond Dantès.

How old are you?

Your voice sounds young.

I'm...

I don't know anymore.

I was 22

when they locked me up.

May 16th, 1815.

That was 4 years ago.

You're 26.

Four years...

And you?

Who are you?

A prisoner.

Like yourself.

For how long?

Hush!

- What? - They're coming.

Wait! Don't leave me.

Who are you? Tell me your name!

Your name!

34! Alive?

Alive!

I've been expecting you.

You really think you can get out of here?

I dug 50 feet in six years.

To get around your cell and access the exterior,

I would have to dig twice as long.

Twelve years?

Perhaps a little less,

now that there are two of us.

Why?

Do you have other plans?

No.

I am...

Abbé Faria.

Edmond Dantès.

You had never seen that letter?

No, never.

And you?

Do you know why you're here?

Yes.

They wanted to silence you. They wanted to make me talk.

I choose the people I confide in.

You don't understand Italian?

English?

Arabic, Latin, Greek? No?

I only know the sea.

If you like, I'll teach you.

With patience and willpower, in...

in 6 or 7 years, you'll know all that I know.

History,

philosophy...

mathematics.

They are weapons.

They free you as much as this one.

What's the first thing you'll do

if we get out of here?

I'll find Mercedes.

What if she didn't wait for you?

Then I'll have nothing left.

I'll tell you a story, Edmond.

700 years ago,

in Jerusalem, during the first Crusade,

the knights guarding Christ's tomb

found the Knights Templar.

There are only a few of them,

but their faith is tremendous.

Thanks to their victory,

the Order amasses a fortune.

A considerable fortune.

Considerable!

The greatest treasure the world has ever known!

Through the ages,

their power and riches stir the envious.

And Friday, October 13th, 1307, King Philip IV of France

orders their arrest.

He seizes their possessions.

But no one ever found the treasure.

Do you know

what these knights did with that huge fortune?

Nothing!

Edmond... Nothing!

Too busy getting revenge,

punishing those who betrayed them,

they died, one after the next.

Well, almost all of them.

The last of them

was Cardinal Spada.

At the end of his life,

holed up on the island of Monte Cristo,

he had time to initiate one last Knight.

That young man's name was...

Giuseppe Faria.

I am the last survivor, Edmond.

And I know where the treasure is.

As of today, half of it is yours.

And what will you do with that fortune?

Will you do good...

or will your heart fill with hate?

I'll go empty the bag.

Edmond.

It's salty.

The water! It's salty.

We're almost through.

A matter of days.

We're there! We're there.

Be right back.

Get back, Abbé.

Abbé!

There, that's it.

Edmond...

No, don't speak.

I'll call for help.

It's too late.

Don't be sad.

You are my life's only consolation.

The Lord sent you to me.

A little late, but he sent you.

I am not crazy.

I know.

The treasure exists.

You know where to find it.

We can go find it together.

Don't forget.

Monte Cristo.

Monte Cri...

Abbé.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Alive?

Alive!

Alive?

Number 17!

17?

Abbé?

He's dead, throw the bag down.

Which one is he?

The Abbé.

Alive?

Alive!

Alive?

Alive?

Get up.

Up!

I said get up!

Alert!

One...

Two!

Alert!

And three!

You have no business here! Go!

I've come to see Louis.

Louis Dantès.

You knew Louis?

Yes.

We buried poor Louis.

A long time ago, boy.

No, it can't be.

He let himself starve after his son's death.

He wanted to join him.

But his son isn't dead.

I'm sorry.

Were you a sailor, too?

Yes.

I'll give you food.

But after that you leave.

Mercedes?

Fernand de Morcerf?

They haven't come in 7 or 8 years.

They've lived in Paris since their son was born.

You're too late.

Avoid the Ligurian Sea

and its constant patrols.

Make for Sardinia.

You can stop over on Santa Teresa di Gallura.

The island of Monte Cristo is due west

of the Tuscany Archipelago.

You'll land on the southern end.

I know

that you'll be moved by its austere beauty.

I envy you seeing it for the first time.

There.

That's it.

The tomb of the illustrious Spada family.

And the rest, Edmond,

is your story.

That of a man who holds the world

in the palm of his hand.

- No, stop it. - I'll pay you tomorrow.

No, hey! Gaspard, clear out!

Mr. Caderousse is my friend.

On his death bed, Edmond Dantès asked me to share this,

among those he cared for.

He thought he was turned in by a certain Danglars.

But he was convinced that two men had stood by him.

He said one was named Gaspard Caderousse.

And the other was Fernand de Morcerf.

Keep your diamond. Neither of us deserves a thing!

Wait, son.

If I talk to you, they'll know it was me.

And they're rich and powerful.

There is nothing to fear.

I'm bound by the secrecy of the confessional.

Sit down.

Dantès was right about Danglars.

He turned him in.

But Fernand de Morcerf

was his friend.

Friends with a man whose wife you desire?

For love of Mercedes,

he sacrificed Edmond.

He'll live.

And he'll be dead to all.

The only one true to Dantès was Morrel.

The shipowner.

He alone fought to get him released.

And Providence wasn't kind to him either.

After Dantès' arrest,

he had to rehire Danglars as captain.

But Danglars betrayed him, too.

He made half his fleet disappear,

supposedly stolen by pirates.

Bankrupt, Morrel had to sell the company.

Guess who bought it for a song.

Danglars.

Two months later, as if by miracle, the ships were back.

Prosecutor Villefort wouldn't even listen.

Of course the two of them shared a secret.

Victoria, Villefort's mistress,

became Madame Danglars.

She's a baroness now.

Morrel died in poverty.

What about you, M. Caderousse?

What about you?

What could I do?

Up against a captain, a count, a prosecutor?

If I had been more courageous,

I'd have wound up like her.

Her?

Angèle.

She went to her brother, to save Dantès.

I got rid of Dantès.

You get rid of her for me.

See that? I have friends, too.

And what happened?

She was killed?

She would've suffered less.

Danglars had other plans for her.

He sold her to the Maillard brothers, bosses of the Toulon mob.

She was a pretty girl.

He got a good price.

You knew all this, and you did nothing.

I'm ashamed, Father.

One day I'll come back,

and I'll give you a chance at redemption.

I'm not here to beseech you or to pray,

but only to warn you.

I will do what you couldn't.

From now on, I reward,

and I punish.

Something you want, sir?

Who are you?

Many years ago,

you told me,

"I'll never forget your courage, but forget my name."

I forgot neither your name

nor your courage.

Dantès!

I've come for you, Angèle.

For me it's too late.

But you can save the child.

The child?

When I arrived here,

I had only one idea in mind.

Take revenge on my brother.

For weeks, I looked for a way to escape.

One day, I saw my chance and ran off.

With a customer.

A Paris clothier.

I knew Gérard had been appointed there.

I found Victoria's address.

His mistress.

I wanted to pick up the story where I'd left off.

It was icy cold.

That evening,

Gérard was going to die.

Nothing could stop me.

I still feel the metal knife in my hand.

But nothing went according to plan.

I heard a scream.

Victoria's scream.

When Gérard came out in the garden,

he was carrying a chest.

I followed him.

I came closer.

I heard the muffled cries of an infant.

I couldn't leave him.

His mother's blood was still on his body!

Between revenge and life,

I chose life.

I ran off with him.

I knew no one in Paris.

So I went back to my clothier.

But the Maillard brothers had tracked him down.

And they were waiting for me.

Angèle...

What happened to the child?

Hello, André.

Angèle sent me to fetch you.

Why?

She's going to die.

I'll take you to her, so you can say your goodbyes.

Then we'll leave.

We'll take...

all the time we need to prepare.

For what?

To take revenge, André.

On the three men who stole her life,

yours,

and mine.

I want to kill them.

Too easy.

Too gentle.

No.

We must rip their hearts out.

Who are you?

I am the Count of Monte Cristo.

General de Morcerf has decided to leave the army,

and enter politics, in the Chamber of Peers.

The French army loses a great soldier,

but France gains a great man.

Fernand de Morcerf fought at Moskova, Leipzig,

Turkey...

Risking his life, he always defended a certain idea of the French kingdom.

Fernand paid with his flesh,

his commitment, and respect for the word of honour.

Ten years ago,

when French ally Ali Pasha of Ioannina

was under siege by Turkish forces,

Colonel de Morcerf went for broke.

Leading a squadron of valorous soldiers,

he penetrated the Ottoman rear guard

and provided support for his ally.

That act of unimaginable courage

was, unfortunately, not enough. But, as every Frenchman knows,

"one doesn't do battle in order to win.

"No, no! It's much more beautiful when it's all for nought!"

Feeling better?

You weren't very warm with Eugénie Danglars.

Father!

Her dowry is 2 million on her wedding day.

So I should warm not to her but her fortune?

Better to have one less medal and one more zero!

Our son is a man of his times.

A romantic, who believes...

Give me the medal!

Here!

That's enough.

Gentlemen, had I known you'd visit, I'd have prepared.

Gentlemen,

had I known you'd visit, I'd have prepared.

Outside!

Gentlemen,

had I known you'd visit, I'd have prepared.

I'm sorry for receiving you in such haphazard lodgings.

I've come to France only recently.

Count, sorry to barge in.

We can't thank you enough for saving Albert.

Seeing how he fought, I'm sure he'd do the same for me.

Count, I owe you my life.

I'm glad to see you on your feet, young man.

I had it repaired. The handle was cracked.

It's yours now.

I thank you kindly, Count, but I can't accept.

I already have a debt to you that I know not how to repay.

You like firearms?

This way.

One of my finest pieces.

An Ottoman-style pistol.

Yes, but the gold leaf and iron trigger guard...

makes me think that it's of European manufacture.

Venice. That's correct.

You're a connoisseur.

My father fought the Sultan Hurshid, alongside Ali Pasha.

Morcerf...

You're the famous General de Morcerf?

I'm very impressed.

Would you try it?

Unfortunately, I'm expected at the Chamber.

- Next time. - It'll only take a second.

Your reputation is deserved,

General.

We must change targets for Albert.

Remind me never to challenge you to a duel.

Thank you for leaving your son a few hours.

I'm anxious to learn more about the man fate placed on my path.

I'll be on Baron Danglars' hunt Sunday. Why not join us?

I'd be delighted but I must receive Prince Cavalcanti's son.

Bring him along. There will be stag enough for everyone.

See you soon.

On Sunday, I hope.

Are you all right?

My Ottoman journey left me a small metal souvenir.

You prefer singing to the music of guns?

Follow me.

Please excuse me, Count.

I meant no disrespect for your wife.

Haydée is not my wife.

She's my goddaughter.

After you.

Haydée...

What a wonderful name.

It's rather common in Greece.

It might be translated as "Modesty" or "Innocence".

Could I ask you to introduce me to Haydée?

You seem like a trustworthy lad.

I'll introduce you to her but first you must make a promise.

I promise in advance!

I'm not joking.

You must never try to seduce her.

Do you think I'm dangerous?

No.

But she is.

If you don't keep your promise, she'll break your heart.

And her own.

But...

She's not yet ready to love.

The secret of her voice stems from her past.

After her father was killed,

she was sold to a Vlach tribe, in the Balkans.

That's when I met her, took her in.

You know, certain sorrows and wounds

take years to heal.

They leave a sort of veil over the soul.

Never try to lift that veil, Albert.

I promise.

Good.

Walk slowly, never looking at us.

Only turn around when I call you.

Haydée!

Albert de Morcerf, this is Haydée.

Pleasure, Monsieur.

Pleasure, Mademoiselle.

What if he doesn't try to meet me?

He will.

Stand up straight.

From now on, posture equals survival.

Never showing you grew up poor equals survival!

Do you understand?

Why, André?

Because I am Prince Cavalcanti.

- Isn't Cavalcanti Spanish for "goat"? - What?

Don't look surprised! Do I ever say "What"?

Again.

I am Prince Cavalcanti.

You have no accent, Prince. How can that be?

I had a very strict tutor who beat the accent out of me.

Insolence. Your elbows!

Dear Count,

I'm honoured to meet you.

Allow me to confide in you. French customs are unknown to me.

So I apologise if my manners seem too Slavic, Neapolitan, Arabic...

Friends, the Count of Monte Cristo and Prince Andrea Cavalcanti.

Gentlemen.

Count.

Prince...

Meeting your father, your emotions mustn't deter from your target,

Baron Danglars.

With his stolen boats, he made a fortune in the slave trade.

I've heard so much...

Beware of his smile.

He's brutal. Not only does he know it, he's proud of it.

May I make a confession?

French customs are unknown to me.

So I apologise in advance

if my manners seem too Slavic, Neapolitan or Arabic.

The rich are never too anything.

His weakness is his daughter...

Prince.

Baron.

...Eugénie.

- A rather pleasant setting. - Perfect!

Then let's go... Saddle up!

Do the honours, Count.

Thank you, Baron, but...

I long ago pledged to kill only in self-defence.

Allow me to defend you, Count.

Perfect.

Prince?

Be my guest.

Let's go have lunch.

Eugénie?

Thank you.

Suzanne, this is Prince Cavalcanti,

Count Monte Cristo's Italian protégé.

He watches over me.

Lest the Paris beauties lead me astray!

Your French is perfect.

I had a strict teacher, who beat my accent out of me with sticks.

That's awful!

And false! My mother is French.

Silly man!

I'm so glad you could join us.

Your protégé's hand didn't tremble.

The animal didn't suffer.

That's coming from an expert in executions!

Do you lop off many heads, Prosecutor?

Less than I used to! These indulgent times...

Friends, sorry to steal the Count away, but I must introduce him to someone.

Gentlemen.

Darling,

at last, this is the Count of Monte Cristo.

Madame de Morcerf.

I'm honoured.

Are you all right, Mother?

Yes, it's...

I'm overcome, meeting the man who saved me from so many tears.

Monsieur, I owe you my son's life...

and for that good deed I bless you.

That is too generous a reward for such a simple deed.

But I'm glad I could spare you grief.

I asked the count to be our guest,

but so far he has declined.

Perhaps you'll have better luck.

Would you be so kind as to grace us with your presence?

Yes of course, Madame.

Excuse me. I won't take up any more of your time.

What on earth is going on?

Should I call for help?

Albert...

What do you know about that man?

Mother...

I know you're wary of my new acquaintances.

But the count saved my life.

He's as rich as a king.

What could I fear from him?

You're right.

My terror is unhinged.

Dear Prosecutor,

On my honour as Lieutenant in the royal army,

I hereby attest that Edmond Dantès

in my presence and many times, has expressed

sympathy for the usurper,

and is desirous of one day taking arms to topple the monarchy.

I am heartsick, for Dantès was my friend.

But I can't allow this crime to go unpunished.

Too many have died because of traitors to the nation.

You won't fall asleep like that.

I wasn't trying to sleep.

You fear nightmares?

I fear I'll have no more of them.

They help me keep my wounds fresh.

You saw her?

Yes.

Was she as beautiful as you remember?

I thought grief might have changed her.

But it must have passed quickly.

Her eyes were not those of one who has cried too much.

She'll cry again when we take her husband from her.

I pass.

Two hundred.

And five more.

I'm out.

I wouldn't have invited you if you knew how to play!

There it is!

Just three of us left.

I'll leave it to the two of you.

Two pair.

Well done!

Flush.

You have too much heart for me! I'll go, before I bankrupt my father.

Come, Albert.

Yes, go and see the ladies!

Unlucky in cards, lucky in love!

I very much like your prince.

Charming!

I hardly know him actually.

His father is a business associate.

A good family, I suppose?

If by "good" you mean "rich"! It's Italy's second largest fortune.

Second?

I guess you know the first?

I mustn't be immodest.

Finally! People richer than I!

His family wants him to marry a girl in Paris.

If the son is as inconstant as his father, beware!

Rest assured,

I'm wary of everyone in general,

and foreigners in particular.

I'm a foreigner.

Count, you don't count. You're a count.

And that rhymes!

You're a poet.

By the way, an Englishman bought the newspaper, Impartial!

Right, a man named Halifax.

A Lord, I'm told.

Halifax buys newspapers to spread false news

and speculate in stocks.

He's the worst kind of brigand.

You don't seem to care for this Lord.

Let's say I care for many people

but I only properly hate a select few.

To hate an Englishman is no sin.

It's common sense.

Leaving already?

At midnight, our coach will turn into a pumpkin.

Albert.

Mademoiselle, you forgot your fan.

Thank you.

I'm counting on you.

For what?

To come to a dinner

I'm planning in Paris. I finally found a pied-à-terre.

Of course.

Good.

See you soon.

Count?

Madame de Morcerf.

You leave as I arrive?

Make nothing of that.

I wanted to ask your forgiveness.

Ask my forgiveness?

For my dizzy spell the other day.

You reminded me of someone I knew long ago, who perished

in tragic circumstances.

For a moment, I...

There it is again. I'm at a loss for words.

It is I who am sorry to have conjured such a bad memory.

Never mind, it has faded.

I'm glad.

Have a pleasant evening.

Count...

Albert.

"Haydée,

"I'm not supposed to write you,

"so I am not writing.

"I must not meet you..."

so I won't ask you to meet me, Jardin des Plantes,

tomorrow at 5 o'clock.

The place I will not be tomorrow,

where Paris' most mysterious flowers grow.

Your native country is known as the land of clouds and jasmine.

Paris skies should take care of the clouds,

I'll wear jasmine in my lapel.

So I won't say "See you tomorrow".

Nor will I say that since I saw you,

your voice and your face have remained with me.

Albert.

Won't he turn us in?

He's very loyal to the Count,

but I think he has a soft spot for me.

This is strelitzia.

Where I come from, it grew on a road toward the sea.

It's also called bird-of-paradise.

Good.

How is it you have no fiancée?

But perhaps you do have one?

My father wants me to marry a baron's daughter.

And I...

I want something that girl will never have.

A certain charm which is to the woman

what aroma is to the flower,

or flavour to the fruit.

Parisian girls may like to be plucked or bitten, but I don't.

Sorry, I didn't mean...

I'm teasing you.

Will you be at the Count's dinner Saturday?

No, I'm my mother's alibi.

She loathes social niceties.

And you?

I don't know your mother.

I don't know her tastes. But I share her distastes.

Neither he nor his mother will come to dinner.

But Fernand de Morcerf will be present.

What is it?

You no longer speak to me of Albert?

There's nothing to say about him.

It's natural to have doubts.

And fears.

I understand.

But at the crucial time, you must remember.

I don't need for you to remind me what his father did to mine.

He couldn't resist kissing them.

Thank you, my dear.

Good evening, friends.

Hello, Victoria.

I expected something more glamorous, too.

But don't make that face!

The count will have surprises inside.

Not much appetite, M. de Villefort?

I had one before the pork and the poultry!

This house is...

lovely!

I can see you're surprised.

Nothing escapes you.

I would've thought you'd choose a more central neighbourhood.

Like the Champs-Élysées or Saint-Germain.

I bought this house because I was advised not to.

Why is that?

Well, it's said to be haunted.

They say there was a crime here.

A horror, years ago.

Careful, the King's Prosecutor is among us.

True!

A child was sacrificed.

How horrible!

And you bought the house anyway?

And well you did.

These ghost stories are tales,

invented by disgruntled servants

or jealous neighbours.

You're mistaken, Prosecutor.

I've lived in Asia and the Indies,

and one can hardly return without knowing there truly exists

a world which is invisible, filled with spirits.

When I visited this house the first time, I...

I knew right away.

I had the strange conviction a crime has been committed here.

I asked to be left alone for the night.

And you weren't frightened?

If your conscience is clear, ghosts don't haunt you.

They speak to you.

What did they say?

Yes! What did they say to you?

That evening,

I settled...

in here, right in front of this fireplace.

I smoked some opium in order to be more receptive.

Nothing enlarges the spectrum of consciousness like opium.

And in the gentle smoke

I could feel a sort of floating.

I hear a bang in the wall.

Then a second one.

I put my hand on it.

And now I hear yelling from upstairs.

I go upstairs.

The yelling turns

to moaning.

It's coming from a room

at the end of the hall.

I open a door and step into a bedroom.

A bed in the middle.

I touch it.

And I see a woman writhing in pain.

She is giving birth to a child.

She is alone, abandoned.

She is screaming.

And that's when I feel a presence behind me.

All of a sudden.

You're scaring the ladies!

And delighting us!

Go on! Please!

Control yourself! You'll spoil the party.

I turn around,

trembling,

and that's when I hear a sort of murmur

in my ear.

It's a child's voice.

A child's voice, begging me to free him.

I finally found a door.

A hidden door I hadn't seen in the dark.

I push it open.

A stairway leading down to the garden...

And then it came back, that child's voice,

saying he'd been alone for so long.

He was crying.

He was calling his mother.

That night,

I looked but...

the garden was too large.

What did you do?

Excuse me?

The garden was too large.

What did you do?

Right...

The next morning, we started digging.

All over.

We ripped out the apple trees, turned the path inside out.

Nothing.

I sent for a truffle-sniffing pig, from Périgord.

And?

He found nothing either,

so we ate him tonight.

Wonderful!

As I said, nothing but a fable!

A fable, exactly.

Or so I thought

until yesterday.

Planting torches

for tonight's gathering,

one of them broke in two.

So we dug up that spot, and...

we found a chest.

And?

What was inside?

I don't know.

How's that?

I waited to open it with you.

What if there's a body?

We'll give it a tomb.

Prosecutor,

would you like to open it?

- Please don't... - Victoria, enough!

Abracadabra!

I don't know how much is true,

but you are a magician, Count!

How is it possible? He sounds like he was there!

All those details!

- I was losing my mind! - Calm down.

- Where is the body? - I don't know.

- You put it in there? - Yes!

You said he was dead.

- You said he was dead! - Of course he was.

Then where is he?

I don't know.

Where is our child? Where?

Shut up, you're hysterical!

I don't know.

Calm down.

I know one thing.

Within a week,

I'll know who this Monte Cristo is,

where he comes from,

where he's going,

and why he speaks to us of children buried in the garden.

Danglars is about money. Ask for none, he won't be wary.

Morcerf trusts me blindly since I saved his son.

That leaves Villefort.

He's a prosecutor.

He's suspicious.

After that dinner, Victoria will demand an explanation.

To reassure her, and himself,

he'll investigate.

And since one learns much more from the wicked,

he'll seek out the Count's enemy.

Lord Halifax.

What can I tell you?

If I can do him harm, I'll do it with pleasure!

Has the Count been to Paris before? He says no.

If he had come before, I would know it.

But you do know where he was 15 years ago?

And,

I must say,

back then I found him amusing.

But afterward...

After what?

One evening,

I was punishing a servant...

Most deservedly!

But,

Monte Cristo had become enamoured with these savages.

With their pagan gods,

their silly magic.

He challenged me to a duel.

Over a native?

And you, Monsieur de Villefort?

What did he do to you?

Nothing.

But I wonder if he's among my friends or my enemies.

If he were your enemy, you'd know it already.

He has faults, but he's not one to hide his intentions.

Mister Prosecutor...

If he becomes your friend,

that would make you my enemy.

Thank you, Monsieur de Villefort.

I enjoyed speaking with you, but I have much to do.

Thank you, Lord Halifax.

Mister Prosecutor.

Victor.

Count?

Prepare the horses, we're going to the château.

Villefort let his guard down.

We're free to prepare our attack.

I'm going south.

I'll be back for Danglars' daughter's birthday party.

While I'm gone,

André, you must get close to her.

And Haydée, you must put a spell on Albert.

It will hold 600 Negroes, 700 if you squeeze them in.

But I'm a humanist.

I called it "The Hercules".

My mother always said

that's the line of people who do big things.

And that is your love line.

And here, I'm reading that...

Andrea, I must tell you something.

Yes?

I would like to love you

but I can't.

I know.

You'll never feel for me what you do for Suzanne.

But it's our secret.

Don't worry, that secret is safe with me.

I too lead a double life...

I know what it's like to lead a double life.

Never revealing who you really are.

I'll be your alibi.

The time has come to redeem yourself.

I relive in dreams

every second spent at your side.

Into night, I carry the memory of your eyes.

I speak to no one, so as not to dilute the echo of your words

still trembling in my heart.

I keep your score close at hand.

I love it for the image it gives me of you.

But also for the memory it will carry forever,

that of a moment in life

worth an entire life.

- See you later. - Yes, of course.

Prince.

Eugénie, this party is like you. Alive and joyous.

Thank you, Andrea.

Will the Count of Monte Cristo be your guest tonight?

Seventeen!

Seventeen?

You're the 17th person to ask!

What have you told the others?

There won't be an 18th!

There he is.

Excuse me.

Mademoiselle, Count...

- Good journey? - Splendid.

Thank you, Albert.

Eugénie is anxious to see you.

Count, may I?

With pleasure.

Does the Count know you saw me?

I told him nothing.

Do you suppose he could guess?

Who knows what he can do.

They look lovely, don't they?

In such a rush to live.

One is always in a rush to be happy.

No?

Count, would you lend me your arm?

I need to walk a little.

Your hand is trembling.

You seem cold.

In my family we have cold hands but warm hearts.

Here, something to warm us up.

Not as savoury as Sicilian grapes, but you'll indulge our northern sun?

I apologise.

Please excuse me, but...

I never drink.

Then will you eat something?

Once again, I must decline.

Count,

according to Arab custom,

eternal friendship comes from sharing bread and salt.

I'm aware of that.

But we're in Paris, not Tangiers.

France has neither eternal friendship, nor sharing bread and salt.

But we are friends, aren't we?

Certainly.

Why wouldn't we be?

Then in lieu of bread and salt,

perhaps you'll share some of your memories?

What would you like to know?

Is it true you've seen so much,

travelled,

and suffered so much?

What makes you say that?

Your eyes.

They say travellers are either seeking or fleeing something.

Have you found it?

I haven't finished my journey.

Do you live alone?

I have no sister, no son, no father.

I have only Haydée,

and I'm sure she'll leave me soon.

How can you live like that?

Nothing to bind you to life?

I loved a young woman...

I was to marry her.

Years ago.

But, when war carried me far from her side,

I thought she'd love me enough to wait.

That she'd be faithful to the tomb.

When I returned,

she was married.

Perhaps my heart

was weaker than other men's...

and I suffered more than they would have.

That's all.

And you kept that love in your heart?

You only really love once.

Right?

Have you seen her again?

Never.

Never?

Never.

Have you forgiven her for what you suffered?

One can only forgive those who ask forgiveness.

What if she asked forgiveness now?

Read the Impartial! Danglars fleet lost in Marseille!

Get your Impartial here!

Impartial!

What? How can you steal ships in broad daylight?

Were you insured?

What do you think?

Danglars stock is plummeting.

But thanks to the army telegraph,

Danglars will be first to know

that nothing really happened in Marseille.

- Weren't you going to steal the fleet? - Patience!

I knew it!

The ships are fine!

Impartial lied!

The Danglars fleet remains afloat,

moored in the port of Marseille!

Thank you, my friends!

Danglars will recall what I said, and think...

That the new Impartial owner set it up!

Dear old Lord Halifax!

Exactly.

Monte Cristo was right.

That English pig's libels targeted my stock!

Publish a denial, now.

Not at all.

Why not? You must...

You hear that?

Listen!

That lovely sound.

That lovely little sound.

The sound of money raining down.

I don't understand.

Think. He knows something no one else knows yet.

Imagine, you're playing poker

and you've seen your opponent's hand.

- What do you do? - Raise!

The stock is at its lowest.

If I buy it up,

in two days I'll have made a huge profit.

Best move ever!

Buy up your stock?

What will it cost?

500 million.

But I have to do it today.

Before the closing bell, and before Halifax can do it!

How to raise 500 million before tonight?

By approaching Lord Halifax's worst enemy.

I'm sorry, Baron, but...

the sea is bad luck for me.

I won't buy your stock.

Count...

But I never refuse to help a friend, and punish an enemy.

So I'll lend you the money, do with it what you like.

I can guarantee you a twenty percent interest rate.

I'll lend it at no interest.

Sicilians say, "Profit not from friends' woes."

I insist.

I've drawn up this mortgage on all of my holdings.

Now, they're not worth 500 million, but...

200 million, for sure.

Baron. Your word is enough for me.

In France we say, "Short reckonings make long friends."

Fine. Out of friendship, I accept your personal guarantees.

In one week, you'll be reimbursed.

We'll have that Halifax's neck!

The complaint is drafted.

I'll handle the trial personally.

I can't wait to go to court to watch you execute the plan.

Lord Halifax, owner of the newspaper Impartial,

summoned to court today

to answer to charges of libel,

had to leave the country urgently.

But he vouches that a representative will appear for him at 2 p.m.

Your Honour, enough of this comedy.

This isn't a theatre.

Will Mr. Halifax's representative come forward if he's present?

What are you doing? It's not over!

I represent Lord Halifax.

I come before you

because Impartial is accused of disseminating false news.

But I am here to say

that the Danglars fleet is indeed gone.

Nonsense! My ships are in Marseille!

This is a farce!

What proof do you have?

Your Honour need only contact the Marseille harbour captain.

So you maintain your assertions?

I maintain them, and I'll sign off on them, Your Honour!

But I'll sign my real name.

You have a false one?

I'm known by the name of Andrea Cavalcanti.

After years in the streets, I was taken in by a great

and rich family of the Italian aristocracy.

I grew up as a thief,

and I became a prince.

That profession is no more honest

but much more pleasant!

It is here,

in Paris, that I found my real father.

I was born on November 3rd, 1815.

In Auteuil.

Your Honour, can...

the defendant

provide any evidence?

I'm coming to that, Mr. Prosecutor.

Your patience will be amply rewarded.

I'm the bastard of a French aristocrat and his mistress!

My mother doesn't know I'm alive because my father

told her I was still-born.

He wrapped me in cloth and buried me alive.

You are speaking, sir, of attempted infanticide.

And it would have succeeded,

if my aunt hadn't heard me cry and dug me out.

What man do you accuse?

A respectable man!

One you all know!

His crest is on this cloth.

My father,

who tried to kill me, is before me now.

Prosecutor de Villefort!

Silence! Or I'll clear the courtroom!

This is slander!

I'll sue you!

Mr. Cavalcanti,

do you know how grave this accusation is?

A cloth is not enough, even stained with blood.

The prosecutor will himself provide the proof.

- You're delirious. - Father!

Don't make my mother testify.

I think she's suffered enough.

Court is in recess

while inquiries are made.

Clear the room!

One down.

Come, Victoria.

Sorry! Let us through!

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

Your father wanted me as son-in-law, but...

that can't be because your mother is also mine.

Don't forget your life lines.

Be happy, my sister.

Count!

Count...

This whole thing makes no sense. It's a total hoax!

My ships were in Marseille yesterday.

I'll need some more time to pay you back.

You're ruined, Baron.

All you had is now mine.

The only thing you have left are the clothes on your back.

Leave Paris

and perhaps I won't let your wife and daughter starve to death.

Count!

You think I'm brutal, Baron?

Not only do I know it,

but I'm proud of it!

You should see your wife home right away.

She's very pale.

Two down.

Father!

This is from Angèle!

Stand aside!

No!

Why, André?

Why?

Don't cry.

We knew it would end this way.

We knew it.

Haydée!

He wouldn't listen.

Wouldn't listen?

What wouldn't he listen to?

You taught him only hate.

You put that dagger in his hand.

That's your sorrow talking.

I loved him like a son.

Do you love me as well?

Will you sacrifice me, as well, for your vengeance?

It isn't vengeance.

It's justice.

Don't forget your tears, Haydée!

Your mother's cries, your father's blood!

Don't forget who betrayed them!

Don't forget his name!

If you love me as I love you,

don't try to see me again.

You're too noble not to understand.

I'm saving my strength to fight myself and drink my tears.

Be happy far from me.

You deserve it.

Albert?

Albert...

You are mad.

You can't stay.

Haydée, I've only known you...

Leave!

Run from me as the plague.

- I'll make you unhappy. - Run with me.

I swear, Haydée,

instead of this despair, I promise you happiness.

You don't know me.

You don't know the Count.

Haydée...

If you love me as I love you...

say farewell.

I'm begging you.

Say it!

I'll say it then.

Before God who knows my secret heart,

may your life be so happy there is no room for my memory.

Farewell, my love.

Those eyes...

Without you my life is lost,

my misfortune clear.

What will you do?

Rest assured, I'll keep my promise.

But you will live, right?

What is that to you,

if I'm dead to you already?

Let's run.

Haydée.

If you want to join the Morcerf family,

I believe Albert deserves to know your story?

If you're silent, I must detain you or speak in your stead.

Must I really speak

in your name?

Count, please.

Haydée is actually...

Stop!

I will speak.

My father was a celebrated man,

known as Ali Tebelin...

Pasha of Ioannina.

I was ten

when my mother and I watched him die.

He had taken in a French soldier,

our ally.

Struck by a dozen bullets,

my father found the strength

to remain standing,

to fire on the man who had betrayed him,

putting out one eye.

I never saw my mother again.

The officer sold me into slavery

to a Vlach tribe of the Balkans.

- His name... - That's enough.

Albert.

- You manipulated me. - I warned you.

You used me!

Don't say things you can't take back.

Think you scare me?

For the last time, stop.

Albert, I beg you.

Count!

You took all I had.

Except my name, which you sullied.

No!

Count, I beg you!

Sir, your gauntlet is thrown down.

I'll return it with a bullet tomorrow at dawn.

You have no pity!

Did they take pity on Edmond Dantès?

Look at me.

I'm nothing but the armed agent

of a fate both deaf and blind!

Fernand de Morcerf shall know what my father knew.

If you kill Albert,

you can no longer say,

"God is for me,

"God is with me."

You'll be a murderer.

The bible says sons will pay for the sins of their fathers.

Jacopo, follow her.

Leave us, Jacopo.

Madame...

Why are you here?

Edmond, you won't kill my son.

What name was that?

Yours!

This isn't Madame de Morcerf before you, it's Mercedes!

I know no one by that name.

I knew you the second I saw you.

Your voice would have been enough.

My reason struggled, not my heart.

Since then I've watched,

wondering what you want with Morcerf.

Fernand, you mean?

Since now we recall our first names!

The guilty one is me.

I was weak from your absence, my loneliness.

I lost faith when I heard of your death.

Me!

And why were you alone?

Why was I absent?

Why was I arrested?

Why was I reputed to be dead? Why?

I don't know.

I doubt he still writes you love letters,

but you should easily recognise his writing.

Here.

Look, Mercedes.

That's what your husband wrote

to Villefort, 20 years ago.

I must take revenge, Mercedes.

I must.

Then take revenge, Edmond.

But take revenge on the guilty.

On Fernand, who betrayed you.

On me. But spare Albert.

If you knew how I prayed,

if you knew how many tears I shed...

Did you lose your father, in solitude?

Did you see your beloved in the arms of your rival?

Did you see all of that?

No.

Right.

But I see the man I never stopped loving

poised to become my son's murderer.

What is it you want?

You want your son to live?

He shall live.

Thank you.

Thank you, Edmond.

I've found you again.

Just as I always dreamed you'd be.

Just as I always loved you.

And now we must say farewell.

Farewell?

If I give up my quest for justice,

I give up the only force keeping me alive.

The duel will take place tomorrow.

Farewell, Mercedes.

Albert de Morcerf,

you publicly challenged the Count of Monte Cristo.

The duel will be from 20 paces, on my command.

Priority to the offended party.

Take your positions.

Go ahead, gentlemen.

Fire!

Fire!

I think I see a hint of disappointment in your eyes.

I'll never forgive you for tearing his life away,

and tearing up my heart.

So you loved him?

Did I love him?

I should've hated him, but who can say why we fall in love?

You try so hard to stop it,

but it's too late!

You're off-balance.

A voice inside whispers, nothing is random now.

Rather than listening to that voice, I heard only yours!

I made him miserable, and myself as well.

What will I do now with the love I didn't give him?

With all those words I didn't tell him?

You've told him.

He has heard them.

Count!

Run away now.

Run away, and let no one steal your happiness.

Edmond!

Edmond!

Edmond, show yourself!

I've been expecting you.

You finally show your true face?

I tried to know yours, Fernand.

To know who you really were.

So I trailed you.

I went everywhere you'd been.

And I met every one of them.

Your friends, brothers-in-arms, enemies. All of them!

Whom didn't you betray, Fernand?

To whom have you remained loyal?

Everywhere you showed your true face.

I lost faith in man,

the day you betrayed me.

You should've killed me.

It's never too late!

Stand up.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Kill me.

We always see grandeur in the dead.

And we wind up forgiving them.

I don't want you to be forgiven.

Mercedes,

I've come to say farewell

in the place life tore us apart 21 years ago today.

So many things were broken inside me and around me since then.

The man you knew no longer exists.

I promised to love you until I died, and a long time afterward.

And I will always love you.

But I can no longer bring you happiness.

All I can offer now is consolation.

Your son will be happy.

Albert and Haydée will live the story that we couldn't.

May our children be happy,

and long after us, tasting the nectar of love.

As I write, I live my last moments with you.

Everything, afterward, will merely be memories.

I'll carry them with me upon the seas,

the only place where all is horizon

and where there is no trace of men.

Live, and be happy.

Never forget, until the day that fate unites us once again,

all of human wisdom is contained in two words:

Wait, and hope.

Edmond Dantès,

Count of Monte Cristo.