All language subtitles for The.Count.of.Monte.Cristo.1975.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.en

Can you see it?

Take your time.

Congratulations, Father.

Uh huh.

A week late,
but there she is.

Eight months in the African ports
but, he's come back to you now.

Thank you.

You see him, Mercedes?

Monsieur Morrell.

Yes, dear girl.

The flag's at half mast.

Fernand, what can it be?

Edmund, my dear boy.
I am glad to see you.

But what does the flag mean?
Where is Captain Leclere?

We have had a tragedy
at sea, monsieur.

The captain died off
Chiba Dubeki, sir,

Of brain fever.

Leclere?
Dead?

Buried at sea, sir.

And the cargo?

All safe, sir.
I think you'll find

Everything to you
satisfaction, Monsieur Morrell.

You've done well.

After the misfortune,
who took charge, you?

You know, sir, scarcely
was the breath out

Of the good captain's
body then Monsieur

Dantes assumed command
without consulting anybody.

As captain's mate, it was
my duty to take command, sir.

You did well, my boy,
very well.

Next to a death at sea,
Edmond, do less is insignificant.

But were there any other
incidents which should

Be brought to my attention?
Yes, sir, one.

Bring the prisoner forward.

Caderousse?

Four days ago, during the
burial ceremony, he was

Caught pilfering stores
in the forecastle.

True, Caderousse?

Have you now added
petty thievery to your

Other accomplishments?

If the almighty, Monsieur
Dantes, says so, then I'm a thief.

Shall we turn him
over to the police?

I wouldn't imprison any
man used to the

Freedom of the seas, sir.

But, I’d not have him
on my ship.

Your ship, young man?

- I spoke...
- As acting captain, I know.

And as such,
what are your orders.

You're free, Caderousse, but
don't show your face to me again.

You must stop being so generous
to the world, Monsieur Dantes,

God will get jealous.

Father, Danglars tells me
that on the way home

The ship put in at Elba.

Elba?
Why Elba?

My ships have no
business at Elba.

Captain's orders, sir.
And the captain was the

Only man to go ashore.

Why? Could it be that he had
some business with Napoleon?

He didn't tell me the purpose
of his visit to the island, sir.

Strange.
Very strange.

Did he leave any papers
behind? A will? A testament?

On his deathbed, sir,
he gave me this.

There's no address on it.

He told me where to
delivery it, sir.

I have his full
instructions.

Well, the matter will
take care of itself.
- Edmond.

Huh?

Ahaa. Well, we must talk
to you no longer.

Go, my boy, a far more
important personage than

old Morrell is
waiting for you. Go.

Mercedes.

Hey, another member
of this club.

What club?

The society for the
destruction of Edmond Dantes.

You would like that,
wouldn't you lieutenant?

Wouldn't you like
a clear path to

Your pretty little
cousin, Mercedes.

Don't mention Mercedes
name in your pub.

Sit down.
Please.

Hold it. Be quiet.
Listen to me.

Heh. I think I see a way
to remove this impediment

From the lives
of all of us.

Question: what is the
fate of a Bonapartist

In these marching times?

He's a...Bonapartist?

On the way home, our
ship put in at Elba.

The captain went ashore.

Two days later, before he died,
he handed Dantes an envelope.

- So?
- So use your imagination.

I'm suggesting that captain
Leclere went ashore to

consort with Napoleon Bonaparte
himself. I'm suggesting that

Envelope contains secret orders.
I'm proposing that we take

advantage of the possibilities
in this situation.

Wake up. Hey paper, ink!

One moment monsieur.
Please, just a moment.

Edmond.

Yes, father.

I'm an old man without manners,
but I must ask Miss Higgins a question.

What is it?

That young lieutenant,
your cousin, Fernand Mandego,

I'm told he loves you, too.

Fernand Mandego has loved and lost.
The way of the world, father.

Fernandi is a fiery
young man. A Spaniard.

I do not want you coming
at you one dark night,

With that long knife.

My blade is a match
for any Spaniard knife.

But...

Father, this is no time
for bad thoughts.

We have good news
for you tonight.

Yes, tell him now.

Now, Mandego I think you'd
better write it.

Mine is too fine a hand.
Ha, ha, this requires

Something a little rougher.
Uh, address it, uh,...

The Prosecutor,
the Port of Marseille.

The Prosecutor, uh,
begin as follows, uh, Monsieur.

A captain?

Yes, I’ve been made captain.

With a hundred gold sovereigns
paid per voyage and a share of the profits.

My boy, my boy!

Tell him the rest.

With the first money I touch,
i mean you to have

A house of your own,
with a garden,

To plant your larkspur,
your roses, your flowering vines...

- What do you see?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

May I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Now, when I say those
words, tomorrow,

The groom will kiss
the bride.

Oh, not now,
tomorrow, I said.

At wedding tomorrow.

Now, the organ
will began again,

And you will
take her by the arm

And lead here
up the aisle, out of the church.

Do it, do it, do it.

Now then family and friends will
turn and follow them up the aisle.

No, no, tomorrow, I said.
Not today.

Tomorrow, tomorrow,
i said.

...tomorrow.
For the wedding.

Don't forget!

Ha, ha, ha.

Edmond Dantes!

That's my name, monsieur.

You're under arrest!

What's the meaning of this?

What is my offence?

Edmond!

Oh, what is happening.

Take your hands off her!

Don't touch her!

You are the mate
of the Argus?

- Yes, Monsieur le Prosecutor.

You don't seem to be dressed
for a conspiracy.

Conspiracy?

I was arrested at the
rehearsal for my wedding.

Tomorrow, I’m
to be married.

Have you ever served under
the usurper, Bonaparte?

Bonaparte?

Bonaparte, what are
you saying, monsieur?

I don't...

It is reported that your
political affinities are extremist.

Affinities, Monsieur
De Villefort all I know

Is my work. I love the sea.
I love my fiancé. I love my father.

These are my affinities.
If they are political than

They are, as you say, sir,
extremist.

I believe that.

Do you recognize
this writing?

No, sir.

Are you sure?

Is it true?

No sir.

Did your captain
give you an envelope?

Yes, sir.

Where is it?

I carry it with me.

Give it to me.

I gave him my word, sir.

I order you, in the name
of the king to give it to me.

In the name of the king,
of course.

What does it say, monsieur.

Had you known
the contents of this letter,

You wouldn't be
carrying it on your person.

You would have denied
any knowledge of it

When I asked for it.

As you actually
surrendered it to me,

It clearly establishes
your innocence of any

Complicity in this affair.

Then...if I am innocent,
monsieur..

You may go back
to your bride-to-be.

God bless you,
Monsieur De Villefort.

Oh, one more thing.

Yes, monsieur.

I see no address
on the envelope.

I was told when and
where to deliver it.

When?

Tonight, sir.

To what address?

15 Avenue Montaigne.

To any particular
person there?

Yes, sir, a Monsieur Noirtier.

Say the name once more.

François de Noirtier.

Is that all, monsieur?
May I go...

No, no. There are
a few more questions.

Do you know this person?
This Noirtier?

Oh, no sir.

Have you spoken
his name to anyone?

To no one but you, sir.

Good.

I am sorry to tell you this,
but I cannot dismiss you right now.

Why not, monsieur?

Yours is a political arrest.
I must detain you overnight.

That is the law, unfortunately.

You will be dismissed in the morning.
I guarantee it.

You see, the principal
charge against you

Is this letter.

Without the letter, there is
no evidence against you, whatsoever.

Monsieur De Villefort,
you are a good man.

Now listen carefully,
should anyone interrogate you,

You don't speak a word
about this letter.

No, sir, I will not.

And you have never heard
the name of Noirtier.

Never!

Splendid.

You will be taken to the
Palais de Justice

Just for the night,
so don't worry.

It is only
a formality.

Take him.

Noirtier.

Noirtier.

Must that name pursue
me like a demon to my grave?

Pardon, monsieur, this is not
the way to the Palais de Justice...

Monsieur, in the name of mercy,
where are you taking me?

I'll give you in the name of mercy
good advice...close your mouth.

Monsieur De Villefort told me
we were to go to the...

Young man, always follow
good advice...

Good evening, Monsieur Noirtier.

What the devil...

You were expecting
a messenger.

But not you.
That's impossible.

Me, no, no.
To put the circumstance

In a nutshell, your messenger
was intercepted, father.

And the message.

Destroyed.

Sit down.

The paper was destroyed.
The message is now written

In here...written in fact, names,
dates, places.

All the little details
of you precious little

Emperor's intended
escape from Elba.

I have no intention
of telling it to you.

Nice to see you, my son.

Nice to see you, father.

I know you would never
betray your comrades,

But betray them, you will,
if you don't do exactly

As I say. For I will then
reveal all their names

To the police.

Always the cunning devil.

Ever the selfish
little beast.

You have been my
secret embarrassment

ever since I started
my public career.

My own father, a
follower of Napoleon.

I have lived with the
fear of discovery long enough.

Your days in this foolish
cause are now over.

From now on, you will
never be out of my sight.

Indeed, you come with me
to Paris, tonight.

To Paris?

Yes, yes, it seems I have news
for his majesty's government.

Uh, don't worry, I will give no
names involved in the escape.

Only the facts. They should
be enough, I think, to astonish

The bureaucracy of Paris,
and bring me to the attention

Of the king, himself.

You will soon be the father
of an important man.

Doesn't that...please you?

It should.

You're not taking me there!

Help!

Help.....!

- You there, keep quiet!

Where am i?
Tell me where I am.

- My friend, you are now
in residence at the Chateau D'if.

There's been a mistake.
I was ordered to the Palais de Justice.

It was Monsieur De Villefort orders.
Send for Monsieur de Villefort.

- Would you like me to send
for the king as well, or the queen?

Come back. Monsieur
De Villefort is my friend.

He will be very angry.

At least take a letter...

To my wife.

What have I done?

What is my crime?

Listen to me a moment.
Just one moment.

Tell me, how can i
arrange to see the warden?

Someday.

Someday?

But I’m to be released
today...today!

M. De Villefort's orders.

- And who is m. de Villefort?

Mercedes.

Ha, ha, ha.
Hungry yet, monsieur?

Are do we starve
one more day?

Wait.

Wait.

Ahhh. Nasty little stomach.
Winds over to night lite once again?

Very well.

Hello!

Hello.

Are you a prisoner?

Can you hear me?

- Who are you?

Edmond Dantes.

- Why are you here?

They said I was
a Bonapartist.

- How long have
you been here?

I don't know.

I was imprisoned
on 28 Feb., 1815.

- Ten years.

How long have
you been here?

- I will push the
stone from this side.

I am the Abbe Faria.

Born in italy. Raised a
priest in Italy

I've been in this place
since eighteen hundred and ten.

Fifteen years.

The glorious wisdom
of the political world,

Monsieur Dantes, you're
here because they said

You were with Bonaparte,
I was imprisoned for being

against him.

Five years ago I laid
my plans for escape.

My calculations
took me a year.

To make the necessary
tools took me a year.

I've been digging
for three years.

Three years.

I had but one mathematical
instrument, this one.

Now I find it was guilty
of an inaccuracy.

I took this wall for the
sea wall of the prison.

I calculated 40 degrees
instead of 50.

You were digging
for the sea wall?

Uhh.

Come with me.

Ahh. My mallet.

Chisel.

Where did you get them?

I made them.

What is this?

In simple terms, it means
a quarter past 12 o'clock.

A clock.

A clock, a calendar,
an astronomical chart.

Here, I will show you.

My book.

My....needle, made
from a fishbone,

Like my chisel made from
one of the irons in my bedstead,

Like my pincers,
and my knife and my lamp.

- A lamp needs oil.
- Which I make from the

suet from the meat
they give us on holy days.

How do you light
your lamp?

Oh, I claim to have
a skin disease.

I sometimes ask
for sulphur.

To relieve the pain.

From which i
replenish my match.

Haaa.

Um.

Now. All this talent for
my hope and salvation.

Now my dead hope.

Five years spent on a
tunnel that leads not

to freedom,
but to another man's cell.

Abbe Faria, listen, your tunnel
runs in the same direction as

the outer gallery.

Yes.

The sea wall is here,
I can just glimpse it

from my window.

Half your tunnel runs
in the right direction.

From the center point
we turned, you call it

50 degrees. I say two points
more north by northeast,

and dig to the sea wall
about a hundred meters.

Half my tunnel runs
in the right direction?

How long will it take?

Two of us, four years.

And while we work,
will you teach me,

All the things you know?

Yes.

Mathematics, theology,
philosophy, living languages

- And dead languages. The
history of the world.

I give thanks to heaven.
I'll be able to teach once more.

- Edmond, for today's lesson
in philosophical logic,

- Let's ply our brains in some
deductive thinking in the case

- Of Edmond Dantes.

First, to whom could your
imprisonment, your disappearance,

have been of some benefit?
Consider, you were about to be

appointed captain of the Argus.
To whom would that position go

- if you suddenly vanished?
Danglars.

Item: who would Mercedes
turn to were Edmond Dantes

- suddenly to vanish?
Mondego.

Item: one night you saw
Danglars and Mondego in a

- Cafe writing,... with?
- Caderousse!

Could they have been
writing the letter that accused you,

- these three?
- Danglars, Mondego, Caderousse!

You were examined by the
prosecutor of the port,

who was very sympathetic.
He burned the letter which

was addressed to a Noirtier.

Noirtier.

Noirtier, I knew a person of
that name at the court

Of the Queen of Etruria, an
ardent disciple of Napoleon.

Edmond, what was your
prosecutor called?

De Villefort.

Duh!

Hah!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

What did I say?

You have unlocked
the whole mystery.

My friend, at the court of
Etruria the most

ardent Bonapartist I've
ever known.

His name was Noirtier De Villefort.

His brother?

No, my age.

His father!

I presume so.

His own father
a Bonapartist?

So, he destroys your letter,...

And me.

- And you.

Pray God!

Mondego!

Sometimes I regret that
I helped him discover the truth.

I see too much in his face
that was never there before.

Mondego. Mondego!

Vengeance belongs
to the lord, Edmond.

Turn away from such
unholy thoughts

before they destroy you.

Caderousse! De Villefort!
Danglers!

Ummm.

Ummm.

Edmond.

Edmond.

Dear God, what is it?

Edmond, Im ill.

I'm dying.

You must live.

I'll finish the
tunnel, myself.

Edmond, you must
finish the tunnel and escape.

Find the treasure.

Treasure?

A map.

Of the Island of Monte Cristo.

This is the lost map
of Chezure's father,

with who's death in 1498
vanished one of the great

treasures of the world.

This fortune has been
buried on monte cristo for

Three and a half centuries.
Oh, Edmond, I wanted us

to find this treasure
together.

Now it is for you
to find alone.

Do great charitable
deeds with this.

which God has been
hoarding for you,

in good and holy ways.

and find the treasure.

My profession forbade
me to marry, so you are my son,

the child of my captivity.

Make thy works of goodness
a memorial to me.

What is such treasure to me?
My real treasure lies here.

You have enriched me beyond...

Ah!
Ohhhhhh!

Yeah, he's done all right.
The poor old lunatic.

I'll get the sack.

Well, now we wait for the
tide to change. Come on.

He's heavy

Here.

- He's half dead.
- No, he's half alive.

- Wake up, old man.
- How do you know that, Isolde?

Look at him.

Where am i?

Aboard the good ship
Lagorna, out of Corsica.

I am the captain.
Bertuccio, is my name.

This is my mate,
Jacopo.

Haa. What are you?
Huh?

What is you name?

Where do you go?

The island of Rheon.

With a top two current,
it should take us there

In two hours.

You know these
waters, eh?

Bertuccio, Jacopo, what
are Italians doing in these waters?

I think you already guessed.

How is the smuggling
these days, good?

Terrible. We need a navigator.
A navigator who know his way

in this jungle of waters.

Would you, would you join us?

Now, tell me, who are you?
What is you name?

Where do you come from?

There's no sign of a ship wreck.

There's been no storm.

The cannon of Chateau D'if.

- You?
- Jacopo.

On this boat, a man's
business is his business.

You have a
young man's face.

How old are you?

- If this is the year 1829, is it?
- Of course

Then I am 33 years old.
And I will be 34 years old.

Only because of you,
my good friends.

The priest was there.

Well.

He said she is married.

To Mondego?

To Fernand Mondego.

And?

Tell me.

I don't know why
i must be the one to tell.

Your father is dead.
And Edmond, this burns

in my throat,
of starvation.

Your father died
of starvation.

Danglars!

De Villefort!

Caderousse!

Mondego!

God had delivered me into
the hands of two smugglers,

who breathed life back into me.
Befriended me on faith alone,

asking no questions, until
the day I was strong enough

to fulfill my promise to
the Abbey Faria.

The entire part of fortune
is buried on Monte Cristo.

It's been there
for three and a half centuries.

Oh Edmond, I wanted us
to find this treasure together.

Now it is for you to find alone.

Do great and charitable deeds with this.

Spend this fortune,
which God has been hoarding for you,

in good and holy ways.

Was I only humoring fancies
of a beloved madman?

By coming to the island
of Monte Cristo

Was I simply laying
the spirit of the Abbey

To eternal rest?

Or was there a hope
in my heart of hearts,

That his map would truly be
the end of the rainbow.

Oh, Abbey Faria,
dear priest, dear saint!

I promise you by the God
I had for so long forsaken.

I promise you we will
build your hospitals

and house your orphans.

I promise you there will be
a flood of good things

in a hundred abandoned
corners of the earth,

and all in your name.

And I promise you, Edmond Dantes,

imprisoned in the prime of life,

banished from the world
for fourteen years.

I promise you, Edmond Dantes,

you shall have your revenge.

Jacopo!

Bertuccio!

The world is mine!

Hooray!

(Years later, Edmond Dantes
had been transformed)

He did say a quarter
after the hour?

He did, Baron Danglers.

Such panache!

He takes the most
splendid castle

in the whole of the
landscape of France.

Such abandoned expense.
Ho, ho, my word.

How the man spends.

Such mystery!

All these rumors of a hareem
on the top of his castle.

These whispers about
a fleet of pirate ships

drowning the
Mediterranean.

How did he
contact the bank?

I was approached
by his equerry, sir.

A rough looking fellow
with a terrible scar.

Nerve! Ha, ha, typical.

An equerry with a scar.

He has all the
trappings of the exotic.

Mystery clings
to him like scandal.

What an aura of legend
he's spread around Europe

In the last five years.

His own intelligence network,

with tentacles around the world.

A whole army of agents,
ceaselessly questing,

Questing,

Questing, questing for what?

Earth?
Nobody knows.

And this Pasha of mystery,
this Mycenus from nowhere,

Is coming to see me?

Ha, ha.

What time is my
appointment with the prosecutor?

Not until eleven, monsieur.

What is it?

The Count of Monte Cristo.

What, show him in!

My, dear Count.

I am the Baron Danglers.

Sit down. Do sit down there,
Monsieur de Comte.

Baron Danglers, I came to Paris
intending to stay only a month.

I've since decided to stay
on another two or three.

- Paris will be proud...
- I've been banking

out of my pocket, thus far.

Now I wish to open an account
with your establishment.

As an opening account
shall we say,... 5 million.

Oh, the power of little pieces
of paper, my dear Baron.

- He, he, he, he,....
- As marvelous any

Creation of man, including
his poetry, music and painting.

Who handles money properly,
is also an artist.

Yes...yes.

Five.

- Well, monsieur, I shall take, uh...
- The balance I leave to my staff.

I thank you, Baron.

Monsieur le Comte.

I am impressed by
your head of Imhotep, sir.

A fine specimen.

Im...uh...Hotep, yes,
oh, and this one, sir.

A most ingenious fake.

All right, thank you.

Oh, thank you,
thank you, indeed, sir.

Is there any other service
we can render in the meantime,

Some convenience, uh...

In point of fact, Baron.

Whatever the count
of Monte Cristo may desire.

I make my home
in the country, monsieur.

Yes, I know.

But, now, for convenience,
i've taken an apartment

On the Champs Elysee.

I'm told there have been random
robberies in the neighborhood.

For police protection
to whom does one apply?

And all papers in the case
should be consigned

To the king's attorney.

- At once, Monsieur de Villefort.
- Thank you.

The Baron Danglers.

Danglers, you are late.

Monsieur de Villefort,
i have the honor to present

The Count of Monte Cristo.

The Count of Monte Cristo,
my dear count,

Welcome to my house.

Monsieur.

Please, sit down.

I hope i'm not intruding
on the business of the day.

Intruding? Not at all.
A minor matter.

All dispatched with.

Surely, you've been reading

About this cutthroat,
Hacques Bienoir, who killed

the brother of
senator Gallimar.

Yes. Has a judgment
been reached?

Indeed, the guillotine.

If a man tortures and murders
your brother or you son

or your father,

kills one of those beings
who leave an eternal emptiness,

and a bleeding wound when
they are torn from your heart,

do you really think society
has given you sufficient

reparation because the blade
of a guillotine has passed

between the murder's trapezious
and his occipital bone?

Because the man who has
caused you immeasurable

suffering has endured
a few seconds of physical pain?

My dear count, are you
suggesting the medieval way,

Torture?

I am suggesting
the holy remedy.

An eye for an eye.

Yes.

Yes, indeed, indeed.

Very interesting.

Ha, well, uh, when the count
mentioned to me that he was seeking

police protection for his
residence, I took the liberty...

This office it at his service
of the Count of Monte Cristo.

We can post police officials
on both streets of his residence,

front and rear.
As many as you may desire.

Monsieur de Villefort
is too generous.

Paris must do its very best
for distinguished visitors.

Father, you promised to come
and see grandfather, this morning.

The morning is half gone.
You know his rest.

Good morning, Baron Danglers.
Good morning, sir.

How long will you...
you know he must need a nap.

When do you have
such visitors, father?

This gentleman doesn't
look like a criminal or a lawyer.

I'm afraid my
daughter is outspoken to a fault.

And slightly ill-mannered.
Please, forgive her.

- Father.
- Valentine,

I have the honor to present
the Count of Monte Cristo.

Monte Cristo! Oh, sir,
i shall be the envy of

every girl in paris.

What they're saying is true.
You are handsome.

Are you as rich
as they say, monsieur?

Rich in experience, mademoiselle.

Rich in years. And growing
richer by the moment

in my appreciation
of the loveliness of paris.

Monsieur, are you busy?
Do me the greatest of favors.

Will you come to meet
my grandfather?

- Valentine, will you
stop this nonsense?

He will brighten
like the lilies. Come.

Mademoiselle honors me.

The Count of Monte Cristo.
How extraordinary.

But how did you manage
to bring him here?

As a matter of fact,
it wasn't easy.

Grandfather, I bring you
the Count of Monte Cristo.

Here, you see how he smiles.
Amidst all kinds of .....

And I bring him
to your room.

Monsieur le Comte,
my grandfather,

Monsieur de Noirtier de Villefort.

Honored, monsieur.

My grandfather is
paralyzed, monsieur

From an old would
at Austerlitz.

He can speak only
with his eyes.

What is it you
want, Grandfather?

Another pillow?
Some water?

A, b, c, d, e, f, g

G.
Valois, he wants his glasses.

He's delighted to see you.
Are you not, Grandfather?

What other man
which do we need?

Valois, is it time
to start his meal?

My grandfather is a
prisoner of his body, monsieur.

But his will is like his mind,
unconquerable.

He possesses what few men
can boast of,

the devotion of
one loving heart.

That's a lonely
statement, monsieur.

Monsieur Albert is here, mademoiselle.

Albert! Oh, monsieur, please.
I shall return immediately.

You must excuse me, sir,
if I seem to stare.

It doesn't often happen that
a man can gaze upon the one

great nemesis of his life.

Don't strain for
explanations, monsieur.

It is now my turn
to leave you with a mystery,

Until the day I explain
myself to your son.

Monsieur le Comte,
may I present Albert Mondego.

Monsieur. It is a great honor.

You honor me, monsieur.

All Paris speaks of you,
monsieur.

Good morning, monsieur.

All Paris yearns to
shake the hand of

the mysterious stranger.

And here you are shaking
that hand straight from his arm.

The city's on fire, monsieur,
with talk, talk, talk, about

The Count of Monte Cristo.

Now control yourself.

My father, monsieur,
even my father's caught up in the game.

Um...he says you're an oriental.
But he says he met you in Turkey.

Because..Um..Because my father
was ambassador to the king of Venir.

Uh..Surely you have
heard of my father?

The Count Mondego.

Who has not heard of the
great general, Fernand Mondego?

A man i've always
wanted to meet.

My dear count,
I'm the father of Albert.

General.

My son astonishes me.
I had not idea he had

reached so high
in the social scale.

It is I who am scaling
the heights, monsieur.

Who has not heard
of the great exploits

on the battlefield
of general Mondego?

My dear count.

Monsieur le Compte, may I present
my mother, the Countess Mondego.

Oh, monsieur, my son is still
a child who plays childish games.

He tells me we have a visitor
and he refuses to give me his name.

He says I should be
delightfully surprised.

We have not met before,
have we, monsieur?

Who do I have the honor
of addressing, monsieur.

Your servant, madame.
The Count of Monte Cristo.

You saw her?

She knew you?

She thinks she knows me.

But she refuses to
believe what she thinks.

And when she
does believe it?

It will be
too late, Princess.

We shall move like
the Sword of the Lord,

With a terrible swiftness.

Do you love her, still?

No.

She cannot influence you?
She cannot dissuade you?

Answer me, please.

No power in heaven
or earth can dissuade me.

No angel, no demon, could
keep me from my revenge.

Good, my lord, good.

Remember, your revenge
is my revenge.

Allevo Mondego papers.

Villefort.

We have only to hear
from the doctor.

Danglers.

We have all the
documents, master.

Good.

The public sees Villefort
as the loving father,

devoted son, the
faithful watchdog of the law.

Danglers, is the financial
wizard, advisor to great

fortunes, the lion who
guards the nation's wealth.

Mondego is the great war hero.
Favorite of the boulevards.

Affectionately called
the peacock for his many decorations.

Well, we know Villefort is a wolf,
Danglers a pig, Mandego a hyena,

And we're finally ready
to go hunting.

Good, very good.

The wrist, the wrist.

Good, very good.

You are the master, now.

I am the pupil.

Put it back.

We've had a devil
of a time finding you.

People usually do.

Six years ago, you were
sentenced to the galleys

The charge was smuggling.

Escaped from the galleys. Caught.
Sentenced to life in the galleys.

You escaped again.

Read on. I find
myself fascinating.

You've been a thief, smuggler,
embezzler, possibly an assassin,

During the course of which you've
learned to speak fluent Italian.

Perfecto, seigneur.

From now on you are Andrea,
the count of Cavalcante.

Am i?

You are the son of Major
Bartolomeo de Cavalcante,

A descendent of the Cavalcante
whose names are inscribed

In the golden book of Florence.

You are very rich.

Good!

I spend a lot of money,
of course.

Of course.

You will take apartments,
which I have selected for you

On the Fauborg.

You will have three servants.
You will purchase a carriage.

Go to Batiste for it.
The horse is from Debideux.

You will pay court to a
beautiful young girl.

I wish you to do it
expensively.

For the next few weeks,
when you are not with her,

you will be seen everywhere
with me.

Ah, the count accompanies
the count.

Precisely.

Now, what is your name?

The Count of Cavalcante.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

So glad you could come.

It is a pleasure to see you,
dear count.

May I present my friend,
the Count of Cavalcante,

Whom you were gracious
enough to include in your invitation.

Any friend of Monte Cristo.

May I present my
daughter, Valentine.

Mademoiselle.

Monsieur le Compte.

Cavalcante's in Paris
on family business.

And leave his wife
in Italy?

He's unmarried.

Oh.

Have you known him long?

But a few days. He came
to me with letters of

introduction from my
brokers in Rome.

I know his family, of course.
All of Italy knows the Cavalcante,

who were rich when
the Medici were peasant stock.

...Signorina, I would
be deeply grateful...

Your daughter's fiancé
does not take exception?

But, my daughter has
no fiancé.

She's not engaged to
Albert Mondego?

Not at all. Not at all.
They are only friends.

My dear count.

M. Danglars, I wish to purchase
a newspaper, Le Journal de Globe,

I am told it's for sale.
I rather fancy owning a newspaper.

Please arrange
for its purchase.

Very good, I approve,
every man of affairs

should own a newspaper.

Second, I wish to buy
some Spanish government bonds.

In what amount of
purchase, sir?

One million.

I...in...uh...Spanish bonds?

Can the purchase be
effected immediately?

Eh, immediately, sir.

And confidentially.

With the utmost
discretion.

It would not be wise
for anyone to follow

my lead in the market.

I'm a gambler,
not an investor.

Good day, Baron, tomorrow
i leave for London on business.

Give my regards
to that fascinating city.

Though the English
will never learn how to eat.

- There are places.

As you and I know,
my dear, Baron.

Money can buy anything.

Anything.

- Girard!

Girard! Make out an order
for a million in spanish bonds

For the Count of Monte Cristo.

Spanish?

And for myself one million.
For my private account.

Baron, Spanish bonds...

When Monte Cristo buys,
I buy. Have you forgotten

the result when we followed
his lead the last time?

Does he know that you...

Contact our most important
portfolio, sir, inform them

De Livier, and...uh..
Beaufort, that the house

Of Danglars recommends
heavy investment in Spanish bonds.

Well, do it!

- Now!

Is this your
semaphore station?

Mine? I work it.
I've done for many years,

but I never have
any visitors.

How does it work?

There's another one
on the far horizon.

That's my right-hand
correspondent.

And there is my
left hand.

When I receive a message,
from right I transmit it to left.

thus, our messages from Spain
transmitted all the way

To Paris in a
matter of hours.

A modern miracle.

Three thousand francs,
five years pay, if you relay

This message to Paris.

But...this is...not official.

You insult me, sir.

It is an insult.

Impossible.

It is the official
telegraph service, sir.

King Don Carlos has
invaded spain through

the Catalonian frontier.
Civil war is in force!

Civil war!

What will happen
to Spanish bonds?

If I may suggest it, sir.

Suggest! Suggest!

A quick sell-out,
the quicker the better.

That's it. Yes.
Sell every bond, now!

The moment the
exchange opens, sir.

My reputation, the
reputation of my bank!

I invest my clients money in
civil wars and cataclysms!

I'll not have a client
left tomorrow.

You have another
suggestion, have you?

Yes, make good
all losses.

Yes.

From the banks
reserves.

From your own.

You're insane.

I can place the
order to sell now, monsieur.

What is it you
want of me?

A little of your time,
for which you'll be paid.

I am your servant, sir.

You name is Caderousse.

It is my real name.

How did you know?

You spent seven years
of your life in his

majesty's galleys.

You made one attempt
to escape.

Yes.

And if it were not for

- A certain person...
- You had a companion

in your escape.

He played you false.

Faustino.

My life is dedicated
to one purpose,

Find him, and kill him!

Revenge is a sweet
thing to live for,

or die for.

Sir, I have other pressing business,
which should take only a moment.

Would it inconvenience you
to wait outside?

I am you servant, sir.

- Monsieur.
- Monsieur.

Faustino!

Faustino, God
is sometimes good.

From what black hole in hell,
did you come back to life?

From the Cul-de-Sac
in which you let me die.

Oh!

Oh!

Aw!

Did you see?
He attacked me.

What could I do?

Take him to the police.

You know this man?

Who are you, Monte Cristo?

Who are you?

Take him away.

One.

He is not of the
house of Cavalcante!

- His name is Benedetto.
His most recent name, that is.

- He is a notorious
escaped criminal.

And he wants to marry
my daughter.

He doesn't lack nerve,
I must say.

He is an escaped
galley slave,

among other offences.

Duped! He has
duped us all, sergeant

including the infallible
Monte Cristo.

A Cavalcante indeed.
This upstart, this rabbit.

He has insulted my very person,
which compels me to prosecute

this case myself.

In fact, it becomes
a moral duty.

Last rites, huh?

I have not been
tried, yet.

Please, go away.

Andrea de Cavalcante?

Go away.

Faustino.

You?

My blessed protector.
Will you protect me

From the guillotine, huh?

You won't be convicted
if you do as I say.

Memorize the first page
entirely.

Familiarize yourself with
all the other documents.

I will be in the courtroom.
Keep your eyes on me.

So this man, Andrea
Benedetto, Faustino,

he assumes a new name
for each fresh transgression,

- is no simple rascal, no
petty scoundrel.

- He is a serpent
of subtlety.

A giant of cunning.

But now, this murderer,
has been caught in the act,

With the weapon
in his hand.

Gloating over the
fallen body of his victim.

So you can pass only one
verdict on the disposition

Of this miserable creature.

Death!

Order in the court.

Order. Order.

Accused, rise.

Accused, your name
and surname.

Monsieur le President,
i will give my name last of all.

Let's proceed.

- Your age.
I am 21 years old.

I was born on the night
of the 27th of september, 1817.

- Where were you born?
At Autoreille, near Paris.

- Your vocation?
Oh, I am a professional man,

A forger, thief, on
occasion an assassin.

- Have you a request,
Monsieur de Villefort?

- Questions from the
bench have been completed.

- All but one.

- Now, prisoner, now.
Will you consent

- to say your name?

- Your true name.
I do not know it.

But I know my father's name.

- Then repeat your
father's name.

My father is the
king's prosecutor.

- What did you say?

His name is de Villefort.

Order, order.

Silence.

Silence.

In the year, 1817,
M. de Villefort rented a house,

at 28, Rue de la Fontaine
in the village of Auteuille.

His purpose, to keep there,
hidden from polite society,

a young woman.

After a year of secret
residence in Auteuille.

the young woman, to
Villefort's exasperation

Gave birth to
an infant son.

Hours after the birth,
the mother died.

That very night, Villefort
took the son, wrapped

it in a cloth and
buried it alive

in the garden
of the house.

The burial, M. Le president,
was witnessed

from an upper window
of the house by a servant.

It was he who disinterred
the body, discovering it was

still alive.

He fought with Cadmille
to a foundling home.

At the age of 13,
I ran away from the home,

and embarked upon
the distinguished career

which has finally brought me,
M. le President, to this court.

The lease on the house
in the Feuer, signed by M. de Villefort.

The death certificate of the
mademoiselle of the League of Cours

signed by the
politori of Auteuille

A certificate from the same
doctor testifying that M. de Villefort

was the father of the child.

The physicians, testaments
court statements, etc., etc., etc.,....

Two

In this morning's paper.
It might be advisable, sir.

No.

- What is it there?
No. No.

No. No. No. No. No!

Listen, monsieur, I...
it is without foundation

That the Journal de Globe yesterday
announced a revolt in Spain.

A telegraphic signal,
improperly interpreted,

owing to the fog, was
the cause of this error.

There was no invasion.

There is no war.

Spain...is at peace!

Danglars, ah, you have
seen the paper.

You know what's
happening.

Is that why you so
magnanimously

made good our losses?

So you could
buy up our bonds.

But, gentlemen, I've
sold my bonds, too.

I swear it!

- You lie.

- I don't believe you, Danglars.

Danglars, do you know
what you have cost me?

You've read the
paper, haven't you?

But, gentlemen, you've
lost nothing...

I lose when I do not make.

I want to know
what this is all about.

I've made good
every penny.

I demand to know.

- I will take the matter
up with the chamber.

- The bonds on governments.

- Confess, Danglars,
confess, you are a scoundrel.

- Be advised, Danglars,

- I am taking you
to court.

- After me, I am taking
him to court, first.

- No, after me. On charges
of false representation.

- Misusing of funds!

Embezzlement.

- I begin by withdrawing
my account from this bank.

- Yes, so will I,
before the run begins.

The run!

- If you can't trust the
biggest banker in Paris...

I shall go now...

Three.

Albert.

What a pleasant
surprise, Albert.

I'm not here to exchange
hypocritical expressions

of politeness,

but to demand
an explanation.

For what, my dear boy.

Oh, I spotted a story
in the paper this morning.

the one casting terrible
aspersions on my father.

On his integrity.

On his military
accomplishments.

On his honor!

Yes.

And it's in the
journal de globe.

The newspaper you
so recently purchased.

You are in my home, Albert.

I, alone, have the right
to raise my voice here.

You're responsible
for that story.

Do you deny it?

No.

I consider the
glove thrown, Albert.

Tomorrow morning, sir.
Field of Mars at dawn.

The Field of Mars.

- You would not kill my son.

He challenged me, madame.

And what would
you expect from a proud son?

The general is
his father.

I had a father, once.

Then you know
how the boy feels.

You can understand how zealous
he is after the general's good name.

What general? My business
is with a lieutenant I used to know.

What business?

Revenge, madame.

For what?

A man even going in love.

He does not deserve
your vengeance.

It was I. I was weak.
I could bear my loneliness no longer.

I married him because they
told me you died in the Chateau

D'if shortly after your arrest.

But why was I in
the Chateau D'if?

Why was I arrested?

I do not know.

I presume you
recognize the hand?

How did you come by this?

With bribery, madame.

I cannot believe...

For 14 years, because
of that letter,

I lived in the dungeon
of the Chateau D'if,

So near to you, and I never knew
that you’d married,

or that my
father had died,

Of hunger.

Oh, I did not know.

We had moved away.

Ask me to forgive a man
for stealing my love

with a lover's deception,

very well, since you ask it,
I forgive him that.

Ask me to forgive him
for stealing 14 years of my life.

Very well, forgiven.

But forgive him for
destroying my father.

Never, madame.

Never!

In my dreams
I have seen you dead.

Thrown to the bottom
of one of those pits

where jailers throw their
dead prisoners.

And I awake from this
incessant dream with a cry,

shuddering cold.

Have you ever dreamed
your father dead of hunger?

Have you ever dreamed
of the one you loved

giving her hand to a rival,

While you perish
at the bottom of a pit.

What!

I have seen him I loved
on the point of murdering my son.

Oh, Edmond, please.

What good has it done
for me to mourn for you

eternally in the secret
recesses of my heart?

When I thought you dead,
i should have died, too.

But foolishly I went on living,
and for nearly 20 years

compared all men to you
and found them wanting.

Missing you has been
a day after day, year after year

torment to me.

And in all this time my
one consolation has been my son.

My innocent son
who should have been ours.

Our son, Edmond.

Ready.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

She told you.

Everything.

I offer you
my apologies, sir.

You have every right
to expose my father.

Providence, again.

I am the emissary
of God.

I've been spared
to carry out his will.

General Mondego,

This special committee
of the house of deputies

Is well aware of your
illustrious past.

- We salute, with profound
respect, the decorations

- you bear as testament to your
extraordinary military career.

- It is then a great disturbance
to this committee to read the

- revelations in the news
paper, Le Journal de Globe.

- Starting yesterday with a threat
of disclosures, Le Journal de Globe

- continues today with a long
list of definite accusations.

It is written here, in the
Greek War when you were

French emissary
to Court of Ali Pasha,

that you betrayed
him to the Turks.

- It is written here...
- M. le President,

May I proceed immediately
to my own defense?

Proceed, monsieur.

Document. A signed letter from
the Ali Pasha, himself, proposing

the expressions of the
utmost confidence.

So complete was his faith
in me, that on his deathbed

he resigned his wife and
daughter to my care.

His wife and daughter.

What happened to
that wife and daughter?

I searched for them,
M. le President, in the

midst of the battle.
My life was in constant danger,

but I searched for them
until I found them.

They had been slaughtered
by the enemy.

Can you produce testaments
to the truth of what you have asserted?

Monsieur le President, if the signed
proof of Ali Pasha is not enough,

I offer my word of honor
as a french officer.

Last, but not least, this.

You ask for witnesses
of proof, I ask for a show

of witnesses against me.

What is the evidence?

Some article in a
scurrilous journal.

Who gave these lies
to this newspaper?

Where is he?

Let him come forward,

And throw a glove
in my face!

Monsieur le Compte, your defense
has the ring of validity,

Your points well taken.

You will therefore
be gratified to learn

The contents of this note
i have just received. As follows:

I was present at
the death of Ali Pasha.

I know what has become
of the wife and the daughter.

I claim the honor
of being heard.

Who wrote those words?

The note is unsigned, sir,
but the witness can be

summoned on your approval.
Only on your approval.

Let him appear.

Let him appear.

Will you identify
yourself, please?

I am the daughter
of Ali Pasha.

In front of you, sir,
is a register of my

birth and my baptism.

There is also in that packet
a record of the sale of my

person and that
of my mother.

A sale, you say?

A French officer sold us
into slavery for the sum

of 40,000 francs.

The name of that officer.

Fernand Mondego.

You were trusted
by my noble father.

You were loved
by him as a son.

He had trusted you with
the safe conduct of his

wife and daughter.

But you're a liar.

A traitor.

An assassin.

Assassin!

It was your sword
that killed my father.

Monsieur le General,
will you reply?

Lies. Lies. They're lies.

You take the word
of an infidel foreigner

against the word
of a general

Of the army of the king?

The woman
is an imposter!

Who is an imposter?

She is truly the
daughter of ali pasha.

Those documents will
prove it.

They'll verify themselves
soon enough.

And when they are
verified, General Mondego,

Count of Mondego,
hero of Yannina,

What, what is your
connection with this woman?

Ask first, what is my
connection with one

named Edmond Dantes.

Edmond.

So, the light
begins to break.

Old sailor boy. Back from
the isle of the dead, huh?

Heh. Insisting on his
revenge and getting it.

I begin to see, yes.

Caderousse dead, Danglars
dead, Villefort confined

to an asylum.

Is it my turn, Edmond?

It is.

You've done exceedingly well.

They way you expose
us one by one.

And then you'll strike.

You ruin a man with
exquisite finesse.

But, before you kick
this dog to death, beware.

He barks.

Barks!

By having ruined me
you now give me cause for revenge.

I now claim the right to send
the dead back to the dead.

Can you defend yourself, Edmond?

Or do you stab
only in the dark?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!

I beg you, please listen!

Don't say your prayers.

You won't escape prison
by the simple trick of dying.

You'll serve you sentence
in this world,

before you go to hell.

General Mondago, you
are under arrest.

Four

Mercedes.

Mercedes!

Mercedes!

Why is the house empty?

Where is the
Countess Mondego?

She has gone
to Marseille.

When?

Yesterday.

Mercedes.

Where are you traveling?

To Africa, to find my son
and be near him.

He's joined the army.

Albert, a soldier?

He wants to expiate
his father's sins.

Let me join you
on your voyage.

I can be of help
to you both.

My son would
never permit that.

What you said, he
should have been our son.

Should have been, yes.

But he has a father,
and he has his father's name.

A name you so
thoroughly destroyed.

That was simple
justice, madame.

And believe me,
it brought me no joy.

And now my task's
accomplished.

I've no particular
place in the world,

No strong desire in life,
but to make amends

where I've hurt
the innocent.

Avenging angels may
not ask forgiveness

of their victims.

I am no longer
the instrument of God.

I've been plunged
back into nothingness.

I'm searching for...
I'm lost.

My soul, my self.

For Edmond Dantes.

You will never
find him.

He died a long time ago
in the Chateau D'if.

And much of me
is buried with him.

But I celebrate the
Count of Monte Cristo’s

return to the
world of men,

and I wish for him,
from the depths of my heart,

that he will find the peace
for which he earned.

But, no,

Never will he find
that perfect love,

Which two young
people lost,

irretrievably lost
so many, many years ago.

Bon voyage.

Countess Mondego.

Goodbye, Count.