The Count of Monte Cristo (2002) Script

Sync and corrected by Ivandrofly The count of monte cristo


Take the captain beyond the reef till we get permission to bring him ashore.

For a moment I thought you were abandoning me.

Fernand mondego does not abandon his friends in the face of stupid, suicidal danger.

However, as monsieur morell's official representative on this voyage, Edmond, I must officially tell you you have overstepped your bounds as second mate.

Officially. There. I've covered myself.

If we don't get him to a doctor, he will die. Do you understand?

Of course I understand. Just don't expect me to do this sober.

[Horse whinnies] Right.

[Fernand] English dragoons.


Dantes, don't.


A little careless, don't you think? We have to talk to someone.

Well, I know, but...

We're French sailors!

We seek medical attention! Come on. Come on.

We come in peace. Come on.

We mean no harm!


Come on! Climb!

Look out!


Good. You finally hit something.

Lieutenant graypool.

If your thirst for Gore demands the death of these poor fools, then by all means shoot them.

But do so with the knowledge they are no agents of mine.

Now explain yourselves or be shot.

Sir, I am Edmond Dantes, second mate of the merchant ship pharaon, on our way home to marseilles.

This is the shipowner's representative, monsieur fernand mondego, son of the count mondego.

Our captain has contracted brain fever, so we put in here for help.

If his coma is genuine, he won't feel my knife point, will he?

Only a scratch.

[Flesh cutting]


Lieutenant graypool! We came to you in good faith!

That's for my wounded men. And wounded pride, no doubt.

It has been an eventful evening.

If I hadn't have shot those dragoons, you might by lying in pieces on the beach right now.

I almost got us killed. Yes, you did.

Yet... we survive.

♪ Donne-moi encore une bouteille du vin ♪ Whoo-hoo! [Laughs]

♪ Donne-moi encore une bouteille du vin ♪ ♪ King's to you, mondego.

Being your friend is always an adventure. [Laughs]

Yes, it is, isn't it? [Laughs]

It's a pity adventurers can't always be friends though, huh?


Well, it won't always be like this, will it?

What are you talking about? Nothing. Drink up.

We're drinking Napoleon Bonaparte's wine.

[Napoleon] I think you'll find the 1: The finer vintage.

As long as you're still awake, monsieur Dantes, I wonder...

If I might have a word with you.

I'm curious. What's the significance of the chess piece?

It's just something we've done since childhood.

Whenever one of us has had a victory, king of the moment.

King of the moment? Yes.

[Chuckles] In life, we're all either kings or pawns.

I'm moved by your effort to save your captain's life, Dantes.

He is my captain... And my friend, your majesty.

Loyal friends are rare indeed.

In fact, it is upon such a matter I wish to speak.

I have written a rather sentimental letter to an old comrade in marseilles.

It's a side of me I prefer the British not see.

Since they have a habit of opening my mail, I wonder if you would deliver it for me.

Oh, I-I don't...

It's just a letter from one old soldier to another.

It's totally innocent, I assure you.

But more important, it is the price I demand for the use of my physician.

Then I agree.


You are to deliver the letter to monsieur clarion.

Can you remember that name? Monsieur clarion. How will I find him?

Oh, he will find you.

Now, I do not wish this letter's existence to be known to anyone else.

Not even your boon companion back there. Do you understand?

I'm a man of my word, your majesty.

Yes, I, uh... I believe you are.

What did he want?

Oh, um, news from France. That's all.

Time you were on your way. Your captain has been dead for half an hour.

Are you sure?

When you have walked as many battlefields as I, young Dantes, you can feel death.

Kings and pawns, marchand.

Emperors... and fools.


[Man] Come about!

Drive faster.

[Bell chiming]

Danglars, what's happened?

Captain reynaud is dead, sir, and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.

Come to my office and report, danglars.

And you, Edmond.

Will you be needing me, monsieur morell?



Where is he? Where is Edmond? How lovely to see you too.

You just missed him, I'm afraid.

Could be a while. I think he's in trouble.

He said he'd meet us by the rock. Come on.

I told Dantes not to go ashore.

Is this true?

I accept all responsibility.

As well you should. It was all his idea, monsieur.

It should have been your idea.

Puttin' into elba didn't save the captain's life, monsieur.

I was protectin' the merchandise. You were protecting yourself...

By hiding behind your rank and staying aboard.

Edmond Dantes, I am making you the new captain of the pharaon.

You presume to demote me?

There is no demotion.

You will remain first mate under captain Dantes.

Unless, of course, you choose to seek another berth.

Now I imagine there's a certain young lady...

Who will want to hear this news.

[Chuckles] Thank you.

Monsieur morell?

I understand you had a ship just returned from elba, monsieur. - Yes.

Did anyone aboard get ashore there by any chance?

They did, but they're not here at the moment.

Thank you, monsieur.

May I say who has called upon them? Clarion.

The name is clarion.

Make love to me. Will you ever give up?

He doesn't have to know. I'd know.

So would I.

It'd be our little secret. I don't believe in secrets.

You think Edmond doesn't have secrets? He does. Ask him.

I know what you want, fernand. You do?

Remember when we were kids and Edmond got that whistle for his birthday, and you got a pony?

You were so mad Edmond was happier with his whistle than you were with your pony.

I'm not going to be your next whistle.

How long do you think it's going to be before he can afford a wife?

Two years. Two years. That's all.

Then he gets his captain's papers, and we can marry.

Two years. I couldn't wait two years for anything, particularly a bride like you.


[Mercedes] There he is. Hey!

[Laughs] Whoo! Mercedes!

[Mercedes] I missed you so.

The missing is over now.

Are you in trouble? No. I'm captain. Come on.

Monsieur morell gave me the pharaon.


King's to me.

[Chuckles] Yours is a life truly blessed, Edmond.

[Clicks tongue]

Come on.

You're still the best man. I know.

Come on!

Stop that. You'll go bald.

Do you keep secrets from me?

Secrets? No.


Ask me anything and I'll tell you.

We don't have to wait two years anymore.

As soon as I can afford the ring, we'll wed...

I don't need a ring. I don't.

This will be my ring.

And no matter what happens, you will never see it off my finger.


[Danglars] Hello, my fine young gentleman.

Care to join me?

So tell me, mondego,

how did you ever become friends...

With that righteous little ponce, Edmond Dantes?

He claims to be my friend, yet he has the audacity to keep secrets from me.

What secrets?


To the new captain of the pharaon.

All I am I owe to you, father.

May this happy moment be but the dawn...

Of a long and wonderful life for you both.

[Door opens]

Which of you is Edmond Dantes? I am.

Edmond Dantes, you are under arrest by order of the magistrate of marseilles.

Arrest? On what charges?

That information is privileged. Take him.

I demand an explanation. I demand an explanation!

I'll be back tonight. Don't worry, father. This is a mistake.

Mon dieu.

Well, I must say, Dantes, you don't have the look of a traitor.


Now, attend me well, Dantes, for your life may depend on it.

Did you have any personal contact with Napoleon when you were on elba?

Elba, yes, I did. Well, we did.

I was with the count mondego's son, fernand, almost the entire time.

Do you know fernand? He's a recent acquaintance, yes.

Oh, there you are. He'll vouch for me.

No doubt, but you said, "almost the entire time."

Except for when Napoleon asked me to deliver a personal letter to a friend in marseilles.

Well, Dantes, it is for accepting that treasonous correspondence...

That you have been denounced by your own first mate, a monsieur danglars.

What? Did you deliver the letter?

No, sir, someone was supposed to find me.

It's... it's still in my jacket. Here.

Have you read this? No, sir, I can't read.

Well, Dantes, this is a letter to one of Napoleon's agents.

It gives the times and the locations of the British beach patrols on elba.

Sir, I swear on my mother's grave, I had no idea.

He swore its contents were innocent.

No, it's you that's innocent.

Foolish and innocent.

I believe these are the worst charges that could be leveled against you.

Fortunately, as I've intercepted this document, there's no harm done.

God knows how you're going to survive in this world, Edmond Dantes.

But you are no traitor.

You may go.

Thank you, sir.

Wait, uh, did Napoleon tell you who's supposed to pick up the letter?

Monsieur clarion.

What name did you say?

Monsieur clarion.

Have you mentioned this name to anyone else?

Monsieur mondego or anyone?

No, sir, in fact, monsieur mondego knows nothing of this letter.

This is very dangerous information.

One can never be too careful in times like this.

Don't you think? Yes, sir.


I've given you rather a stressful time.

I wonder if, by way of an apology, I could offer you my carriage home.

[Door closes] It's just through here.

[Hoof beats, carriage approaching]

Thank you.

Monsieur villefort? Monsieur villefort?

Monsieur villefort!

Whoa. Whoa!

Where are you taking me?

[Edmond] This is a mistake.

I'm allowed to go home. - From now on, your home is the prison chateau d'if.

No! No! No! [Gasps]

[Groans] Hey!

[Man] Shoot him now!

Mount up! Get after him!

Fernand! Fernand!


It's all right. He's right here. Fernand!

I've been arrested for treason. I barely managed to escape.

When we were on elba, Napoleon gave me a letter.

I didn't tell you because he made me promise not to.

He said it was just some note to an old friend.

But the bastard lied to me! He lied.

It was to one of his agents.

Somehow the authorities found out. I don't know what to do.

There's gendarmes on horseback right behind me.

All right. We just have to think.

I hope I haven't compromised you.

I was hoping your father could help me.

He's in paris. He's very ill.

How far back are the gendarmes? Minutes.

Do you need money? Yes, thank you.

Do you have a pistol? Of course not.


Stop it, fernand. I don't have time for this.

I saw Napoleon give you that letter.

It was you?

Well, it wasn't just me. It was danglars's idea.

Why didn't you come to me first?

Why did you keep it a secret from me? I thought you were my friend.

I told you I gave Napoleon my word. He lied to me!

I know, Edmond. I read the letter.

You... you read...

Why are you doing this?

Oh, it's complicated.


Don't be ridiculous.

Get out of my way. I can't let you go, Edmond.

Get away from the window.

Don't make me take off your hand!






Why? In God's name, why?

[Hoof beats approaching] Because you're the son of a clerk!

And I'm not supposed to want to be you.

[Door opens]

In here! In here!

[Man] Get! Wait.

[Sword clatters on floor] [Man] Hold it. Hold it.

To remember better days.

Come on!

I told you it wasn't always going to be this way, Edmond.

Father! Where is he?

The study. What's he done now?

Now, you listen to me, father. I am the chief magistrate, an official of the new regime.

I cannot afford to have my own father mixed up in treasonous affairs!

You know... [chuckles]

In the end, treason is a matter of dates.

I shall be the patriot, and you the traitor, when the emperor returns.

Stop it. Stop it, you old ruin.

Those days are over. Napoleon Bonaparte is no longer the emperor of anything.

If you continue to dabble in this lunacy, you run an excellent chance...

Of being arrested and ruining our entire family all because of your idiotic sympathies.

At least I have sympathies.

For God's sake, father, all Valentina is saying...

Is that as a family our fates are intertwined.

Surely you can see that. See? Ah!

I'm an old ruin.

I don't see as well as I did. You will excuse me.

[Men groaning]

Move it. ♪♪ [Whistling]


[Man screaming]

Welcome, monsieur Dantes.

I am Armand dorleac, the warden of chateau d'if.

Monsieur, I know you must hear this a great deal, but I assure you I am innocent. [Scoffs]

Everyone must say that, I know, but I truly am.

Innocent. Yes.

I know. I really do know.

You mock me? No, my dear Dantes.

I know perfectly well that you are innocent. Why else would you be here?

[Liquid pouring] If you were truly guilty, there are a hundred prisons in France where they would lock you away, but chateau d'if is where they put the ones they're ashamed of.

Let's have a look at your quarters now, shall we?

"God will give me justice."

People are always trying to motivate themselves.

Or they keep calendars, but soon they lose interest or they die.

There's a window.

All I'm left with is a rather unsightly wall, I'm afraid.

So I conceived of another way to help our prisoners keep track of time.

Every year, on the anniversary of their imprisonment, we hurt them.

Usually just a simple beating really.

Although, on their first day here, in your case, today, I like to do something rather special.


And if you're thinking just now, "why me, o God?"

The answer is, God has nothing to do with it. - All right?

In fact, God is never in France this time of year.

God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.

All right.

Let's make a bargain, shall we?

You ask God for help, and I'll stop the moment he shows up.


[Whip continues] [Screaming continues]

Monsieur villefort, have you not heard?

Napoleon has escaped from elba! What?

Landed 100 miles from here. He marches on paris!

Pack all my files. And tell that idiot clerk to find the ledger!

We are here to plead the case of Edmond Dantes, magistrate.

Not now! Dantes?

We have not met, monsieur. I am fernand mondego, the son of count mondego.

I am here to swear to Edmond Dantes's innocence.

This is his employer, monsieur morell, his father, and his fiancee, Mercedes.

Edmond Dantes is charged with high treason.

Yet you stand by him? Of course I do.

What if I was to tell you that Dantes is also charged with murder?

Murder? Edmond would never do such a thing.

Dantes carried a letter from Napoleon to one of his agents.

When we tried to arrest him, he killed one of my men.

No, if you knew him, monsieur, you would know that was not possible.

Have mercy, please.

You have proof of this treason?

That is government business.

Please. Please, just tell us where he is.

I cannot, mademoiselle. He was handed over to the king's men.

I can understand your pain at this betrayal.

But my advice to all of you would be to forget Edmond Dantes, particularly you, mademoiselle.

Take solace in the comfort of your good friend here...

And perhaps some good may yet come of this unhappy affair.

Now, you will excuse me. I have to attend some other matters.

My son is no traitor!

[Fernand] I will try to reason with him.

Let's leave this to fernand. He can plead the case.

It's impossible. Never.

I will not give up on Edmond yet.

I will never forget your kindness.

And I shall never cease to give it.

Not that I don't appreciate the embroidery of the crimes, but still, murder?

It's quite simple really.

When you reported Dantes's receiving the letter to me, I didn't quite understand why you were betraying him, but now having seen his exquisite fiancee, I understand completely.

What prompts you to be so accommodating?

Sit down, mondego.

[Grunts] Come back!

Come back!

What's my crime? What's my crime?

I'm innocent!



[Mouthing words]

[Bird twitters]

[Twittering continues]

[Footsteps approaching]

Happy anniversary, Dantes.

[Gasps, groans]

Until next year.



[Dorleac] Has it really been four years, delius?

[Whip cracking] Or danton? What is his name again?

[Door closing]


[Tapping continues]


Forgive my intrusion.

But I was under the impression that I...

I was digging toward the outer wall.

Parlez-vous anglais?


I am abbe faria. I have been a prisoner in chateau d'if for 11 years.

Five which have been spent...

Digging this tunnel.


There are 72,519 stones... In my walls.

I've counted them many times.

But have you named them yet?

[Sobbing] Shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

Once I was as you are now.

But I promise, it will pass.

I promise, I promise.

Now, may I stand on your shoulders?



[Panting] Take me down.

Please, take me down now. Take me down.

[Grunts, pants]

I have not seen the sky these 11 years. Thank you.

Thank you, God.

There is no talk of God in here, priest.

What about the... inscription?

It's faded, just as God has faded from my heart.

And what has replaced it? Revenge.


Hold these.

Follow me.

Perhaps your thoughts of revenge...

Are serving God's purpose of keeping you alive...

These seven years.

To what end? [Chuckles] Escape.

There we go.


You spoke of escape.


There are only two possibilities of reaching the outer wall...

And finally the sea.

I simply... I simply chose the wrong one.

Now, of course, with two of us, we could dig in the opposite direction.

With both of us together, then, of course, we could possibly do it in, oh, eight years.


Oh, does something else demand your time?

Some pressing appointment, perhaps?

In return... for your help, I offer something priceless.

My freedom?

No, freedom can be taken away, as you well know.

I offer knowledge, everything I have learned.

I will teach you, oh, economics, mathematics, philosophy, science. To read and write?

Of course.

When do we start?

I got it. I got it.

[Footsteps approaching]

[Man] Lights out. Lights.

[Man] Let's have 'em. Come on.

[Abbe's voice] The slot opens twice a day.

Once for your toilet bucket, which is where we hide the dirt.

[Man] Come on.

And once in the evening for your plate.

[Man] Lights out. Out.

Come on, priest.

Thank you.

Between those times we can work all day without fear of discovery.

"So neglect becomes... Our ally."


So you were in Napoleon's army.

We had such dreams then.

However, one night...

My regiment ran down...

A band of guerrillas, who ran into a church for sanctuary.

I was ordered to burn... Down the church...

With them inside it.

Did you?

To my everlasting shame, I did.

I did.

How did you come to be here?

The following day I deserted...

To devote my life to repentance...

And to God.

I worked as private secretary to...

The enormously wealthy count Enrique spada.

Spada was a righteous man.

Sadly, a couple of years later, he died...

Amidst rumors that he had hidden his limitless fortune.


Two weeks later, I was arrested. Why?

Napoleon wanted spada's treasure.

He did not believe that I had no idea where it was.

So he had me thrown in here to refresh my memory.

And so here I've remained with only God...

For company until he sent me you.

God is no more real than your treasure, priest.


[Rat hisses]

Ooh! Hurry. Get it. [Shouts]

[Both laughing]

Compute this.

2,500 cubic centimeters of rock and dust a day...

For 365 days.

Equals three-and-a-half meters a year, 12 feet, a foot a month.

[Grunts] Three inches a week.

In Italian.

[Whip cracking]

[Speaking Italian]

[Abbe] Do not waste the light.

You were a soldier, priest.

So you know weaponry.


Teach me.

Or dig alone.

You force me to walk a fine line, Dantes.

This is ridiculous.

The stronger swordsman does not necessarily win.

It is speed!

Speed of hand.

Speed of mind.

Now, sweep your hand through the drops...

Without getting wet.

Like this.


How long must I keep this up?

I am going down the tunnel.

Parry. Up.

[Grunts] Like that.

Time to study.

Define economics.

Economics is the science that deals with the production, distribution and consumption of commodities.


Dig first, money later.

[Footsteps approaching] [Men chattering]

[Chattering continues]

Thank you. Happy Christmas, Edmond.

Give or take a month or so.

Good. Whom are you fighting? Danglars? Mondego?

Who do you think?

[Grunts] Good! Too good.

We have Newton's third law.

There is a reaction to every action...

In physics... and in man.

Thus my quest for vengeance is a reaction to the actions of danglars and mondego.

[Exhales] Up, up.

I want that seat.

You once told me that villefort had you rearrested just after...

He had cleared you of all the charges.

You may go.

Yes, that's true.

Then why would he go through that charade...

Unless he had reason to change his mind about letting you go?

Think, Edmond. I'm trying.

What happened? He asked me...

Did Napoleon tell you who was supposed to pick up this letter?

I told him... A monsieur clarion.

And nothing more? - Nothing. He burnt the letter and said I could go.


He burned... the letter.


Strange that a chief magistrate would burn evidence...

Of a treasonous conspiracy...

And then imprison the only man...

Who was aware of monsieur clarion's connection...

To that conspiracy.

He was protecting someone. Ah.

A dear friend perhaps? No. No.

A politician like villefort would have rid himself of such friends.

Clarion could be a relative.

A close relative, possibly...


Villefort's father was a colonel in Napoleon's army.

Villefort wasn't protecting clarion.

He was protecting himself.

Danglars, who falsely said he saw Napoleon give me that letter.

Mondego, who told villefort I had it.

And villefort himself, who sent me here.

Bravo, Edmond, bravo.


[Metal tapping]

Oh, my God. Oh, oh.


Edmond, light. Light. Quick. Light.

Oh, please, God. What is that? Look.

Look. Look! Roots. Plant roots.

If these are plant roots, then we are only months away.

Yes. Well done, priest. I'll get my chisel. [Kissing sound]

Good. Good.

[Grunting] [Tapping]


[Groans] In God's name, go on.

[Grunting] Go on. Go on!





[Groaning, panting]

Lungs... are punctured.

Don't talk. Don't talk. Listen.

There's not much time.

Under th-those books, there's loose rocks.

Bring me what you find.

Quickly, quickly.

[Groans] Open it.

When I told them I did not know...

Where the treasure of spada was, I lied.

You lied?

I'm a priest, not a Saint.

There, on that island off the Italian coast.

Monte cristo? Yes, yes.

Use... use your head.

Follow the clues. The tunnel's blocked. I can't escape.

No, keep digging.

When you escape, use it for good, only for good.

No, I will surely use it for my revenge.

Here now is your final lesson.

Do not commit...

Oh. Do not commit the crime...

For which you now serve the sentence.

God said, "vengeance is mine."

I don't believe in God.

That doesn't matter.

He believes in you.



[Pascal] Plates out.

Let's have it.


Oh, God.


[Keys clinking] He's always awake.

[Lock sliding open]

[Door creaking]

First time in 12 years he hasn't said "thank you."

[Claude] Dead. [Pascal] How?

Fell off his bed, didn't he?

He's a bit dirty, isn't he? They all are.

Well, let's sew him up...

And then see dorleac.

One, two, three.

Right, let's get dorleac.

[Door creaking]

[Lock sliding closed] - [Claude] Why'd you lock it? He's not going anywhere.

[Maurice] I don't know. Habit, I suppose.

Good-bye, priest.

You're free now, as I will never be.

[Wind howling]

So the old pope has finally gone to St. Peter's.

Well, bring him along.

Let's bury him, then. You ready?

One. That's it. [Grunts]

Keep going.

Come on, come on. I haven't got all day.

Actually, I do.

[Laughing] I've got...

I've got all the time in the world!


Come on.

Come on.

[Key rattles in lock]

Monsieur dorleac!

[Dorleac] Heavenly father, we bequeath to you...

These remains of your humble servant.

Whatever his name was.

God, I'm so bored.

Monsieur dorleac!

Did he, in fact, have a map?

[Maurice] No, gov.

[Dorleac] Where's the, uh...


Monsieur dorleac!

What do you mean, after three? We throw him at three or before three?

After three.

Monsieur dorleac! And th...

Don't, Mr. dorleac! One...

Two... Don't throw the body over the cliff!

Aah! Three!



[Wheezing, grunting]

[Muffled grunting]



We could have handled that a bit better.

Thank you, priest.

Thank you.


[Laughing continues]

[Whooping, laughing]

[Hysterical laughing]

So, mi amice, I would ask who you are, but in view of your shredded clothes...

And the fact that the chateau d'if is two miles away, what's the point?

As for me, I am Luigi vampa, a smuggler and a thief.

My men and I have come to this island to bury alive one of our number...

Who attempted to keep some stolen gold for himself...

Instead of, uh, sharing it with his comrades.

Interestingly enough, there are some of his more loyal friends...

Who are insisting that I grant him mercy, which, of course, I cannot do, for I would quickly lose control of the whole crew.

That's why you are such a fortunate find.

Why is that?

You provide me with a way to show a little mercy to jacopo, that maggot you see tied up over there, while, at the same time, not appearing weak.

And as a special treat, the lads will get to see a little sport as well.

How do I accomplish all this?

We watch you and jacopo fight to the death.

If jacopo wins, we welcome him back to the crew.

If you win, I have given jacopo the chance to live, even if he did not take advantage of it, and you can take his place on the boat.

What if I win, and I don't want to be a smuggler?

Then we slit your throat, and we're a bit shorthanded.

I find that smuggling is the life for me...

And would be delighted to kill your friend, the maggot.

Oh, uh, by the way, jacopo is the best knife fighter I've ever seen.

Perhaps you should get out more.

Release jacopo and give him back his knife.

Then we let the games begin.

[Laughing] Get up, maggot.

Come on, come on! [Yelling]

[Excited shouting]

[Disgusted muttering]

As you hope to live, do not move an eyelash.

Senor vampa, allow jacopo to live.

He's already suffered enough with the prospect of being buried alive.

The men that wanted to see some sport have seen it.

Those who wanted mercy for jacopo will get it.

And by keeping me and jacopo, you will have yet another skilled sailor and fighter for your crew.

It's a deal.

What is his name? [Man] You've got the devil, jacopo!

His name? We shall call him zatarra.

Sounds fearsome. It means driftwood.

[Men laughing]

I swear on my dead relatives, even on the ones that are not feeling too good, I am your man forever.

I know.

[Chuckling] Eyes in the back of your head.

[Bell ringing]

Have you never seen marseilles before?

It was my home.

But you do not join the others ashore.

[Man] Over here! Listen to me, zatarra.

Whatever happened to you, you cannot make it right by staying here on this boat.

Go. It's up to you.

"We are kings or pawns," a man once said.

Si. Who told you this?

Napoleon Bonaparte.


[Laughing continues]

Oh, zatarra, the stories you tell.


Someday I may come to find you.

A man is always in need of a good friend.


[Seagull squawking]

[Morell's voice] Danglars, what's happened?

Captain reynaud is dead, sir, and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.

Zatarra, are you all right?

Everything's changed.

I want you to buy a boat, just something the two of us can handle.

Wait for me to return. I make my next visit alone.

Is... is this the home of monsieur morell?

My grandfather isn't well, monsieur.

Even if he were, he would not receive visitors at 11:00 in the evening.

Perhaps he might make an exception...

For a man who is seeking e-Edmond Dantes.

[Dog barking]

I apologize for the hour.

Old people never sleep. Sit down, sit down.

Julianne, some Sherry. [Sighs]

So, monsieur zatarra, you were a friend of Edmond?

Monsieur morell? Yes?

You knew... Edmond also?

Like a son.

I was hoping you could tell me where to find his family.

Unfortunately, his father hanged himself...

After learning of Edmond's treason.

[Whispers] I see.

I see.


This... treason you speak of...

Who accused him? Who knows?

Monsieur villefort, the man who had Edmond arrested, left for paris soon after to take up the post...

Of chief prosecutor.

Of course, the shock of his father's violent murder...

May also have spurred his departure.

They were strange times.

You seem to have fallen on difficult times yourself, sir.

After Edmond's death, I reluctantly took on a partner.

[Puts bottle down] One of my captains.

And then one day, danglars forced me out.

[Morell sighs]

My fate is nothing compared to Edmond's.

Perhaps your luck is about to change.


I shall search out Edmond's fiancee.

You mean the countess mondego?

Countess? Yes.

A month after poor Edmond was arrested, Mercedes wed his best friend.

Fernand. Yes, that's right.

And with the death of his father and brother in the war, fernand became count mondego.

They live in paris now.

Count and countess mondego.

Are you all right?

Yes. I must go.

I'm sorry I was not more helpful. Oh, no.

You told me what I needed to know.

Edmond Dantes is dead.

[Footsteps retreating]

Zatarra. Zatarra, you will be so proud of me.

I found a nice little skiff. We couldn't afford a sloop.

Got a really good deal. Za-zatarra?


[Hysterical laughing]


[Grunting, laughing]




[Laughing continues]

Zatarra, the boat cannot hold no more, and there are at least eight more boatloads down there!

Do you not understand?

You are wealthier than any man I have ever heard of.

Whatever your problems were, they are over.

What do you want to buy?


Okay, revenge. Who?

Danglars, villefort, fernand and Mercedes.


We kill these people, then we spend the treasure.

No, we will study them, learn their weaknesses.

Why not just kill them? I'll do it.

I'll run up to paris... Bam, bam, bam, bam!

I'm back before week's end. We spend the treasure.

How is this a bad plan?

Death is too good for them.

They must suffer as I suffered.

They must see their world, all they hold dear, ripped from them as it was ripped from me.

You will need a better name than zatarra if you are to accomplish that.

Then I shall become a count.

I bid you good afternoon, sir.

I'm here to purchase your lovely home.


The very cheek! I shall have you horsewhipped!

Now, get off my property, you vagabond, before I set the dogs on you, you hear?

Thank you.

[Crowd gasping, exclaiming]


[Crowd exclaiming]

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor that I present to you his grace, the count of monte cristo.

[Fireworks continue]

It's so beautiful.


[Crowd murmuring]

[Excited chattering]

My dear count, allow me to introduce to you my husband, monsieur villefort, chief prosecutor.

Very kind of you to think of us.

Oh, I am the one honored with your presence.

Now, please, enjoy yourselves tonight.

What do we know about him?

Not enough.

Where are they? Are you sure you invited them?

Yes, your grace.

But I just learned that count mondego has retired for the evening.

He has a morning appointment he cannot miss.


[Doors slam]

[Clock bell dinging]

You're up early, my dear.

Is the viscount tourville dead?

Unless his heart is situated somewhere other than the left side of his chest, I suspect he is.

God grant him peace.

He did no more than defend his family's honor.

Much good it did him.

His wife and I were happy in our passion.

You were happy in your ignorance.

Now comes the viscount's valiant defense of his honor, and you are pained.

She is ruined, and he is dead. Don't flatter yourself.

I was neither happy nor ignorant, having known about the last three women before madame tourville.

I'm sorry you are humiliated.

The combination of paris and me is hardly a recipe for fidelity.

And since my attempts at discretion have evidently failed, there seems little point in keeping up pretenses.

It's actually quite... Liberating.

Wouldn't you say?

[Edmond] His finances?

[Jacopo] He's losing money at the other casinos.

They're not even cheating him.

Have you looked into his shipping?

He got a bank loan for his own boat several years ago.

Doesn't use danglars.

Make sure we own that bank by tomorrow.

Tell the other shipping companies to stay away from mondego.

I want to give him no choice but to crawl back to danglars.

Now, tell the dealers... Take it all.

Do try to understand.

I have a very large consignment of cotton ready to be sent, and I shall make my payment on the ship as soon as it is delivered.

So obviously I need the vessel in order to deliver it.

Unfortunately, the bank can offer no further extensions, count mondego.

I suggest you find alternate means of shipping.

[Horse whinnying]

Well, well. To what do I owe the honor, count mondego?

Can't imagine why you've been avoiding me after all these years.

I'm prepared to overlook your faults...

And perhaps resume our dealings.

Business not going so well these days?

[Wheezing laugh]



Did you fall off the bed?

After 13 years of sleeping on a stone slab, I can't.

Mi Maria. Does that hurt?

Did you come here for a reason?

Mondego has a son.

Albert wishes to talk with us. Not now!

Tell him I'm trying to protect his inheritance.

Are you afraid he's going to squander his as you have yours?

I don't recall hearing your complaints when I elevated you from a fishmonger's daughter.

Please, I must finish this, then I shall be going out.

May I remind you, my love, that in paris there are mistresses aplenty, but you have only one son.

Come in, Albert.

For God's sake, be brief. I will, father.

Several of my friends are going to rome for two weeks during carnival.

I would like to accompany them. Rome?

And no chaperons? You're only 15. Almost 16.

Make it my birthday present, father, please.

I won't get into trouble. No.

Of course he can go. I could do with some peace and quiet around here.

Rome! [Cheering]


♪ ♪ [Upbeat]

[Gasping, yelling]

[Man] Albert! Albert!

Over here! Over here! Over here!


Can't hide forever.

Milady? [Grunts]

Who are you, and why are you doing this?

We are bad men, and for the money. My money is in my waistcoat.

Not anymore. Besides, it's not your money we're interested in.

You are the only son of count mondego, are you not?

Ransom? Send your note and be damned.

I wish it were that easy, but a note won't reach your father for two weeks, and then there's the endless debates about whether we killed you already.

No, a note just doesn't have the impact. Perhaps if we send him your ring.

Yes. My ring bears the mondego crest.

While still attached to your finger? [Men laughing]

Listen to me, vermin.

I am Albert, son of fernand, count mondego, and you have had your last laugh at my expense.

Do your worst. If you insist. Peppone, the knife.

Cut this boy's ropes, or I will be forced to start cutting your miserable corpses.


Follow me, young man. You see the surface? Wait for me there.

I don't know how to thank you. Go. We'll talk later.

Well done, gentlemen.

Many thanks, your grace.


Are you all right?

Sir, I owe you my life.

You've had quite an ordeal.

You're an extraordinary young man.

I insist, you must come to my estate for breakfast tomorrow.



May I ask who you are, sir?

For the present, your friend. Tomorrow, your host.

For the short time formality stands between us, the count of monte cristo.

He's out in the waiting room.

He showed courage in the tunnels.

He's a means to an end.

Yes, your grace.

Young man.

Albert, come in. Come, come.

Come on.

You've had quite a night. Yes.

[Albert] What an adventure.

Everything's an adventure when you're young.

One thing puzzles me, sir. Hmm.

How did you come to know of my kidnapping?

I have many connections, some of which are less than reputable.

I pay well to be informed of anything of note in any city in which I stay.

And the kidnapping of a count's son is of note.

But why risk your life rescuing me?

The son of a fellow noble.

It was the least I could do.

Judging by your character, I'm sure you would have done the same.

Your father will be proud of you.

You must come to paris and meet my parents so they may thank you in person.

Unfortunately, I cannot. Business, you see.

Please, it is a matter of honor.

Jacopo? Yes, your grace?

The spada matter... Where do we stand?

Even now, the gold... The shipment?

Oh, I-I'm sorry, your grace. The shipment is in transit, uh, bound for marseilles.

And it arrives?

Not for another three weeks, your grace.

Three weeks? That's more than enough time to visit in paris.

Very well. Excellent.

And you'll be there just in time. In time for?

[Chattering, laughing]

Happy birthday. Thanks.


[Man] The count of monte cristo.


Albert. Your grace. Father!

May I present the count of monte cristo.

'Tis a pleasure. The pleasure is mine, count mondego.

I've been looking forward to this moment for some time.

You do me much honor, when it is I who are indebted to you...

For the rescue of my son.

May I present the countess mondego.



You would have to be a mother to truly appreciate the service...

You've done for my son and me.

Monsieur, I shall never forget you.

Please, madame, it was nothing.

I am sure that within a month, you will not even remember my name.


May I steal your wife?

I'm sorry? For the waltz.

Of course.

Isn't he wonderful, father?

♪ ♪ [Waltz]

What's the matter? Uh, nothing.

You just remind me of someone from long ago,

someone who was very dear to me.

I'm flattered. What happened to him?

He died.

But I'm not that man.

[Pounding] [Man] Monsieur and madame villefort.

What are they doing here?

Prosecutor villefort.

What are you doing here? Oh, madame villefort, monsieur.

I'm so glad you could come to see me while I'm still in town.

We were delightfully surprised to get your note. - Thank you.

Would you be so kind as to excuse your husband and I for a moment?

I'm told you are an expert in the interpretation of the law.

I have a certain matter that perhaps you could help me with.

Excuse me.

Fernand. Fernand! The toast!

Not right now. I have state business to attend to.

Our guests expect it. Albert expects it.

You give it, my dear. I'm sure it'll be splendid.

You are his father!

It is the least you can do. You know how he admires you.

Then he will forgive my absence.


I thought we agreed not to meet socially.

How could I pass up the count of monte cristo?


What do you know of him? He's foreign, rich.

I hear he aided your son.

Why does he seek your counsel? Why should I tell you?

When my son returned from rome, he mentioned he'd heard monte cristo saying he was expecting a shipment.

He also heard the words "gold"...

And "spada."

Hmm. You don't believe...

Monte cristo has found the treasure of spada.

Not an hour ago, he asked me to help him avoid troublesome inspections...

On a shipment coming from marseilles.

Hmm. I could have him arrested.

Don't do that. Let's just relieve him of it.

How do you propose... - I have an acquaintance who deals in these matters.

Tell monte cristo you'll get his shipment through customs, but that it will have to stay in port overnight.

I shall have it removed and taken to my old family estate in bouchon, where we shall meet the following day.

I require 70 percent.

And yet you'll only get 50.


[Man laughing] Yes, it is, isn't it?

[Man] Yes, well, I know. Yes.

[Clinks glass]

[Conversation quiets]

Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately, my husband has been detained by business.

And so it is left up to me to...

To introduce you...

To the count of monte cristo yet again.

You see, I had the audacity to beg the count...

To allow me to give the birthday toast to Albert.

I was so insistent, and such is the graciousness of our host, that he reluctantly gave up his fatherly right...

In order to accommodate a guest, even one as boorish as myself.

Ahh. [Murmuring]

Young Albert has made far too much...

Of the assistance I gave him in rome.

When I arrived in the catacombs, I watched as the criminals, who tied Albert to a wall, threatened to cut off his finger and send it to his father...

As evidence of his abduction.

[Woman] Goodness!

The boy's reply to all this was... "Do your worst."

[All gasping]

Life is a storm, my young friend.

You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next.

What makes you a man...

Is what you do when that storm comes.

You must look into that storm and shout, as you did in rome, "do your worst... For I will do mine."

Then the fates will know you as we know you, as Albert mondego, the man.

[No audible dialogue]

[Horse snorts]


Edmond, villefort told me that you were executed.

Did he? Oh, God.

Countess, you are mistaken. Back to the mondegos'. - No!

Madame, I'm only thinking of your reputation. - I beg you, Edmond.

I don't care how you returned. I am not this Edmond.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!


So, what are you?

A spirit? Some ghost sent to torment me?

This Edmond, you loved him?


For how long?

For all of my life.

And how long after he died before you married the count?

That isn't fair.

We've reached your home, countess.

You're right. You cannot be my Edmond.

Well, there you are. You said it yourself.

Edmond Dantes is dead. Good night.


If you ever again presume to interfere in my affairs, I will, I promise, finish the job I started the day we met.

Do you understand?

I understand you are mad. Mad?

My enemies are falling into my traps perfectly.

Mad, your grace, for ignoring this:

You have a fortune, a beautiful woman who loves you.

Take the money, take the woman and live your life.

Stop this plan. Take what you have won.

I can't. Why not?

I am still your man, zatarra.

I swore an oath. I will protect you.

Even if it means I must protect you from yourself.

I'll drive you home now.

I'll walk.


Put two chests on the pharaon for our cut.

Mondego will never notice.

Come on. Get aboard.

Philippe danglars? Yeah?

You are charged with the theft of goods from a certain merchant ship.

This is absurd.

We can resolve this matter easily.

These men will perform a search of your vessel.

Count mondego set me up.

But I'll not hang for him.



Who are you?

I'm the count of monte cristo. But my friends call me Edmond Dantes.

[Whispering] Dantes?

[Choking, gasping]

Cut him down before he can't talk.


[Hissing sound]


[Grinding sound, hissing increases]

Boy, don't do that. That's... that's too much.

My dear villefort.

I hope you don't mind if I join you for a short while.

Your grace, I was not expecting you.

I want to thank you in person for helping me with my shipment.

That, yes. I-I made all the arrangements earlier.

I can promise you there'll be no more problems from our end.

Excellent. I think this could be the start of a long and fruitful relationship.

Speaking of which, may I pose a question?

Yes, of course. Anything in the world.

I was just curious.

Why did you tell countess mondego 16 years ago...

That Edmond Dantes had been executed?


Uh, I don't understand. Wh-what on earth are you talking about?

It's a perfectly simple question.

How do you know these things?

[Grinding sound] That's, uh...

That's quite enough.

Whew! You don't understand. Dantes was accepting a letter from Napoleon.

That was clearly treason.

But we both know he never delivered it.

Packing a man off to prison with such knowledge is bad enough. But to tell...

Your grace, I have no idea what is provoking this perverse discussion.

Now I ask myself, "what did my old friend villefort stand to gain..."

By telling Mercedes that Edmond Dantes is dead?"

The answer is... Absolutely nothing.

Just as you say, nothing. So why...

But if my old friend, now chief prosecutor of France, doesn't gain from this lie, well, who does?

My dear count, it's far too hot in here and you're fully dressed.

It's time we both left. I think the clearest beneficiary...

Is fernand, count mondego.

I don't understand what this inquisition has to do with our business relationship.

I'm about to tell you.

Sit down, mondego.

I'm an ambitious man. And I have furthered these ambitions...

By scooping up bonapartists.

But now with Napoleon on the loose, I have, shall I say, a Thorn in my side.

Once merely an irritation, now potentially lethal.

Be lethal in turn. Well, the problem is such...

That I, myself, cannot attend to it.

So I have a proposition for you.

How is your father?

Alive, unfortunately.

We share the same misfortune.

You remember?

[Pounding on door]

Why is this door locked?

I demand that you release me from this room at once.

You've proved yourself no friend of mine.

Your father was a loyal supporter of Napoleon, wasn't he?

Possibly involved in plotting Napoleon's escape from elba.

The emperor arrives soon!

[Edmond's voice] An inconvenient parent for an ambitious civil servant.

But then he died, suddenly and opportunely murdered, again some 16 years ago.

The emperor Napoleon.


The murderer never apprehended. How hard did you look for him?

You have no proof, no witnesses.

You just have theories. J-just conjectures.

On the contrary. I have count mondego.

Young mondego. Why?

Because your son lacked the courage.

[Villefort's voice] Mondego is the one who pulled the trigger!

He'd never confess in a million years!

You're right, he wouldn't.

But you just have. [Steam hisses]

Monsieur villefort, you are under arrest for conspiracy to murder.

You remember?


A courtesy for a gentleman.

[Door closes]


[Clicks] [Panting]

You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?

[Man] Hyah!


I thought we had finished our conversation in the carriage.

So did I.

Until I realized...

You said the name "Dantes."

A name that I had never mentioned.

What do you want of me?

I want to be free of you, the way you obviously are free of me.

Just a few answers from you, and I shall be gone forever.

Ask your questions.

Where have you been?

Thirteen years in the chateau d'if...

And everywhere else you can imagine.

The chateau d'if for 13 years.

Did you suffer?

[Scoffs] Are you finished now? I have a good deal on my mind.

What happened afterward? Much.

Why did you not come to me? Why did you not wait?

You married the very man who betrayed...

I told you that night on the rocks, remember?

That it would never leave my finger. And it never has.

Why? You know why.

If you ever loved me, don't... Don't rob me of my hate.

It's all I have.

Let it go, Edmond. Let it go.

I don't know what dark plan lies within you.

Nor do I know by what design we were asked...

To live without each other these 16 years.

But God has offered us a new beginning...


Don't slap his hand away.

Can I never escape him?

No. He is in everything.

Even in a kiss.

[Birds twittering]

[Knocking on door]

My lady?

Where's the count?

Um, the count would like for you to join him this afternoon.

Join him? Uh, yes, in, uh, leaving the country with your son.

Mmm, uh, I'll have someone bring you to your house...

And you just wait there for me.

And we just... Thank you!

Yes, yes, but... I need to go home and pack.

Yes, yes. My lady...

Where's the count? Upstairs, my lady.

What's wrong?

I'm bankrupt. All my debts have been called in.

Also, I'm to be arrested. For what?

Piracy, corruption and murder.

Did you do all these things? Yes.

There is simply not time to talk. The gendarmes are on the way, apparently, so hurry up and pack something.

I'm not going with you, fernand.

[Panting] You are my wife.

I have made arrangements for us.

We shall be very well taken care of.

Now go and find my son.

He's not your son. I beg your pardon?

Albert mondego is the son of Edmond Dantes.

Why do you think I rushed off so quickly to marry you after Edmond was taken away?


Well, aren't you a piece of work.

So he's the bastard son of a dead traitor.

He always was disappointing.

Good-bye, Mercedes. You did please me some of the time.

You never pleased me.


[Whispering] What is this?


Monte cristo.

King's to you, fernand.

[Panting] Edmond?

But how...

How did I escape? With difficulty.

How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

[Thunder rumbling] So you've taken Mercedes?

And everything else... Except your life.

Why are you doing this?

It's complicated.

Let's just say it's vengeance for the life you stole from me.

Well, I see someone has taught you the sword.

How did you ever call yourself my friend?

We were friends, Edmond. [Yells]

You sent me to hell!


Take your vengeance. [Panting]

But know the blood you spill is noble.

Blood that will never run through your veins.

You're no more a count than I am a commoner!


You don't have it in you.

Touch him, and I'll kill you. Boy, let me explain.

It's been explained. I spoke to madame villefort on the street.

She told me how I was a silly, trusting dupe that my friend, the count of monte cristo, used to get into our lives.

Albert, listen to me. I will not!

Forgive me for being such a fool, father.

You were betrayed. Of course you're forgiven.

You were my friend. I looked up to you.

There's a history here you know nothing about.

He loved your mother, and yet she chose me.

Now he intends to steal her away. Lie. Get out of my way!

Boy, if I have to, I will kill you.

I will not stop now.

Nor will I. So be it.

[Mercedes shouting] No!


Albert, I found the note you left explaining where you'd gone.

But now I must explain something to you.

Where you really come from.

Albert, you are the son of Edmond Dantes.

The man you know as the count of monte cristo.

Well, I'm afraid it is true.

You are the walking proof that your mother was as much of a whore...

In her younger years as she is today.

[Albert] You...

You let me fight him?

It didn't do any good though, did it?

Fernand, I beg you. No more!

I want no more of this.

Just go. Call it mercy.

Mercy, fernand.

You've only got one shot, and it will take more than that to stop me.

Well, then I'd best put it where it will do the most damage.

[Albert] No!

Mother! Mother!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Look what I've done. Jacopo!


Once again, zatarra, God sees you out of the corner of his eye.

She'll live.


[Fernand] Edmond! [Whimpers]


Please don't go out there. Don't.

Edmond, don't go.

You try. Don't ever quit.

Zatarra, you must end this.

Even the priest will understand that.


[Mercedes whispering] Please don't leave.

Watch over your mother.

Now, I couldn't live in a world where you have everything and I have nothing.


What happened to your mercy?

I'm a count, not a Saint.


You were right, priest. You were right.

This I promise you... And God:

All that was used for vengeance...

Will now be used for good.

So rest in peace, my friend.

So, zatarra, painful, huh?


I bought this place, thinking one day I would tear it down.

But now the only things I care about...

Are walking off this island with me.