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I wish to report, sir, that our small boat met the bottom three leagues off

island.

I've lifted the letter into the hands of Captain Leclerc.

They say the king prepared for war.

So is the emperor.

Will I reach borders, Captain, or fish bait?

Well, sir, you're a fever. I know I have a fever.

Where's Daddy?

He's coming, sir.

If Captain McFarland was on deck, the ship would go down.

And as long as I'm super cargo on the ship, you stay off the coordinates.

Captain McFarland wants to see you. The doctor's coming to cover for you.

He

thinks

I'm going to die.

For the first time in 20 years, he's right.

No, he isn't, sir.

He wouldn't leave me in command for the first time with a storm like this on my

hands, now would he? The old ship knows your hand on the wheel.

She'll obey you. But he wants to throw the deck cargo overboard.

Can't be two captains on one ship, Danglars.

Who'd want to talk to him, Dante? He's alone.

Come on.

I'll give you my last command, Mr. Captain.

Deliver this to a man in the sea.

I was expecting the captain of the pharaoh to bring it to him.

But who is he, sir? There's no address.

He'll make himself known by one word.

Elmer.

Elmer.

Sounds pretty heavy.

How is it up there?

Blowing up for a hurricane, sir.

King's magistrate's not so hungry this morning.

The guillotine will send him only ten heads for breakfast.

They've done nothing to deserve having their heads chopped off.

Nothing except love their exiled emperor who always protected them.

Watch your mouth.

They'll have your head in the basket too.

Find out what that's about.

Our arm's been sighted. She's coming in now.

See? I told you heaven was with our cause.

Very soon, gentlemen, every loyal follower of Napoleon will be able to

head once more.

Will you meet the ship and contact Leclerc? Oh, no. The king's magistrate

meet the ship, too. I can't afford to have him catch sight of me, can I?

No, I must remain in hiding here until after sunset.

Stop right here, Marcel.

You may enjoy mingling with these fishwives. I don't. I'll wait for you in

Fernand's office.

You may run along to this sailor, but without my consent.

Yes, ma 'am.

Clear up the bay to Mrs.

Royals. Steady as she goes.

Excuse me.

Good morning, Mr. Morell. Good morning, Madam Dilderota. I thought you'd be

here. That is the pharaoh, isn't it? Yes.

What can a mother do with a daughter? Nothing.

You're an official.

You've got to stop this sailor business.

Can't you refuse to have the pharaoh into the harbor?

Send it to another port. Have it sink. Or something.

I'm collector of customs, not ruler of the sea. Well, it's a custom I'm talking

about. A bad custom. A lady in love with a sailor.

It's merely a young girl's infatuation.

She sees a hero in Dante. And what does she see in you? A man who retests loudly

that he loves her and does nothing about it.

The farron is flying the captain's pennant at half -mast.

That means Leclerc is dead.

He was ill before he left.

I was afraid he wouldn't last out the voyage. But what about the letter? We

arranged before he sailed, if he got worse, to transfer the letter to his

mate. And that's a man named Dante. Well, well, well, whatever his name is,

a close eye on him and let me know when he gets to a place where it'll be safe

for me to meet him.

Bring the ship safely home.

I wish Captain Leclerc hadn't... He died at sea.

A sailor doesn't ask for more.

No, sir.

You stopped off, Elba?

Yes, sir.

There was a letter.

Why? What do you know about it?

What do you know about it?

Nothing, sir, except that Captain Leclerc gave it to me to deliver to some

He said he'd make himself known to me. Let him find you, Edmund.

Marseilles is full of the king's spies.

Well, that hardly concerns me, does it, sir?

I'm only carrying out the captain's orders.

Would you like to go over the log with me? While you keep the most beautiful

lady in Marseille waiting on the dock?

On the dock?

I'll be here when you come back, Captain Danties.

Captain? Yes, Captain Danties. From now on, you're in command of the Pharaon.

Oh.

You'll keep that enthusiasm for her.

Yes, sir.

I was afraid that... That I had forgotten you?

Yes.

You really ought to, you know.

What if I can't?

Well, I... Something ought to be done about it. What are you going to do?

Well, I... I'm going to kiss you again.

But I want you to interrupt them, embracing in front of the whole city.

Good morning, Mercedes.

Oh, Fernand.

You know Captain Dante, Monsieur de Mondego?

Yes, naturally.

One o 'clock, Edmund.

One o 'clock.

Good morning, sir.

Your mother couldn't possibly understand this fascination for you.

Never. But I can.

I knew you would. Up to a certain point.

But not marriage.

Why not?

Well, he has no family. I'll give him one.

Fernand, I've been warned, scolded, threatened until I blew in the face.

care about duty, social position, what people say?

There are only two things that really matter. A man and a woman.

And Dante's is your man?

Yes. I shan't say another word.

I shouldn't have spoken at all had your mother not insisted.

I shall forget everything you said. I'm sure you will.

Goodbye.

I shall never forgive you.

Well, Fernand, I hope you've made her see the light clearer than ever. I'm

afraid I...

We'll get you some wooden shoes and a bucket of fish. Then you'll be in style.

Danglars, one of my own men, gave me the information.

Dantes has the letter with him now.

Follow this, Edmund Dantes.

Watch him. But don't arrest him till he delivers the letter to his confederate,

whoever he is.

Then seize them both and bring them here. Here's your warrant.

Yes, Mr. Matterford.

Well, Mondego, in exposing this spy, you've done a great service to your

And to you, de Vilfo.

And to Mademoiselle de Rosa.

Mildly what any friend would do to save her from what we might call an appalling

marriage.

What brings you here?

I seek a golden treasure.

Valuable above price.

Not so easy to obtain, Monsieur Pyrus.

First you must make formal demand.

Because the custom of my country is the same as that of others.

Is it a proposal you want?

Yes, and a formal one.

Oh.

Well... I, Edmund Dantes... Yes?

Ask that... I'm wrecked.

Coward.

The pirate's sunk. I can't make the match.

Stuck on the reef of formality. Yes.

But if you'll come aloft with me.

Aloft? Yes, up in the rigging. I can't think down here.

Suppose I refuse you up there.

Girl overboard.

Look, you can see the sea from here.

And clouds.

Like silver ships.

The ships that Edmund Anderson had someday.

Sailing into harbor.

With what for cargo?

Oh, a lot of dreams.

And his proposal to Mercedes.

And her answer.

Yes?

Dante's is at the cafe reserved.

Mr. Moore is giving a dinner in his honor.

Well, we can't wait any longer. You stay here.

I'll go there at once.

to be happy. They really are.

Come now before the next dance starts.

Glasses, everybody.

Waiters, fill up the glasses.

Come now, my friends.

More glasses.

More wine.

I'm looking for the captain of the pharaoh. Is he here? Yes, sir. I have an

important message for him. Don't think I can disturb you.

I'm afraid you must.

Hear everybody.

To the betrothal.

of Edmund Dandies, captain of the Pharaon, and Mademoiselle Mercedes de

May calm seas and a fair breeze bring their ships safely to the port of

happiness, prosperity, and a long life.

Drink to liberty and equality.

For me?

The captain of the Faron.

Oh, yes, I'll go with you now.

I'll be back in a moment.

Well, you've done it.

Now will you dance with me, the rejected shooter who hasn't changed his feelings

about you one bit?

Here's the captain, sir.

Good evening.

You are the captain of the Faron? Yes, sir.

Elba.

I've been expecting you. No, no, I'm not, sir.

Follow me.

Thank you.

That's all. Good night.

Sir, you're under arrest by order of the king's magistrate.

Monsieur de Villefort? Yes, sir.

Oh, very well.

Take him to the court chambers.

You delivered the letter? Yes, I'm glad that's done.

Captain Dundas, the king's magistrate orders your arrest.

On what charge?

Suspicion of bearing treasonable information.

Something's happened.

Something's wrong.

Nothing really. I have to go to the court, that's all. To answer a

About someone else. I'll come along with you if you like, Captain. Perhaps I

could be of some service. Please do. I'm going too. To the jail? You will not.

But mother, I am. Please stay here, everybody, and dance.

It's nothing serious.

We'll be back soon. Tonight's disgraceful start will be brutal, isn't

Meddling again, eh? I thought you were in Paris. Instead, you find me in

Marseille, and you're a prisoner.

Amusing, isn't it? The humor completely escapes me. It would.

Excuse me, I'm old -fashioned.

I don't think a father should stand before his son.

If the king knew that one of the conspirators against him was my

son would lose his office.

For that reason, you must protect me. I will protect you.

And myself, too.

I'll have you sent away under guard on a ship tonight.

If you're planning to deport all the French citizens whose sympathies are

Napoleon, there won't be anybody left in France.

How many messages has Estantes brought to you?

None.

Claire was my man. He's dead.

Vantis knows nothing of it. I don't believe it.

I hope you appreciate that I'm saving your life.

I see. Perhaps I can do a favor for you sometime.

I shouldn't hesitate to ask it in return for this.

Turn this prisoner over to Crano.

Yes, sir.

Good night, my... my most... Noble magistrate. Yeah, none of that. Come on

along. Come on along.

Thanks for breaking up an intolerable party so soon. Bring in Edmond Dantes

alone.

Captain Dantes.

Edmond Dantes, captain of the Pharaon? Yes, sir.

As you're a friend of Monsieur Mondego's, I'll do what I can for you.

Thank you, sir.

Now, do you call yourself a loyal subject of His Majesty the King?

Yes, sir.

And yet you're found carrying a message plotting treason against your ruler. Oh,

but sir, I was only carrying out my captain's orders. I knew nothing about

was in the letter.

Who is the man you delivered the letter to?

I don't know his name. Ever see him before?

Never. Could you give an accurate description of him?

I'm sure I could. He's about your height. That's enough.

And identify him another time.

Why did you stop at Elba?

Captain's orders.

Where's the captain?

Dead. Dead?

Who's to vouch for your innocence?

Almost any member of the crew would tell you this. With the said dang glass, no.

Certainly.

Bring the said dang glass in.

Yes, sir.

This places me in a very difficult position. I never dreamed that... Oh,

holding you responsible, Inspector Mondego.

Who gave the order to stop at Elba?

The first mate, Monsieur Dantys, sir.

Describe what happened.

We lay off the island a whole day, sir.

An officer came alongside in a small boat and gave Monsieur Dantys a letter,

sir. No, you're mistaken, Danglars.

He went to the captain's cabin. I stayed on deck. I saw what happened.

One of you is obviously lying.

I have nothing to hide, sir. Neither have I.

Monsieur Danglars has been in my office many times. I know him to be a most

sincere and honest man.

Oh, I see.

Gangliss told you about Elburn, the letter, because he wanted to be captain.

And you told the magistrate here because... because of Mercedes.

You appear here as my friends.

Put Simarelli's outside. He'll tell you... That's enough.

Take this prisoner to the Chateau d 'Yves.

Yes, sir.

Why to the Chateau d 'Yves? Why not right here till my trial?

Your trial?

Oh, yes.

It's only a matter of an hour to bring you back across the harbor.

Can I see my fiancee, Mademoiselle de Rosas?

No.

Will you give me a few minutes with Monsieur Morel? No, he's under suspicion

too.

Will you want me anymore, sir? No. For the trial?

He's had his trial

Sir

from

the mainland come in low political political

Well, put him anyplace. I'll see him in the morning. This note is important,

sir.

I'd like to write a message.

Certainly, certainly.

Now, let me see.

34 occupied, 35 occupied.

Twenty -seven empty.

Twenty -seven, a splendid apartment.

Thank you very much.

Would you kindly see this delivered to Monsieur Morel in Marseille early

tomorrow? Certainly, certainly. You'll have my attorney here in the morning.

Certainly. Twenty -seven, I said. Good night.

Everything. Just the world.

God bless you.

Don't talk to the prisoners.

This ain't the right cell.

Can't you read? This ain't 27. It's 37.

The attorney will be here in the morning.

E.

L.

B.

A.

Napoleon had escaped from Elba.

A.

A.

B.

O. M.

Come on.

Monsieur de Villefort, His Majesty's Royal Agent at Marseilles.

Good evening.

State your urgent business.

Sire, I was fortunate in arresting a spy who possessed this letter which states

that Napoleon would leave Elbe for France on February the 26th. And this is

1st of March.

He'd have landed by now.

I commend your seal to be for, but I have thousands of secret agents in the

south, one of whom certainly would have warned us by now.

Your Majesty.

Fuss. Speak, Marcus.

Napoleon has landed in France.

Impossible. A message just came by signal telegraph.

He was received, sir, with open arms.

The usurper in France.

And no inkling before this from our valiant agent.

Blind fools, blind fools, all of them.

All but one, my friend de Villefort.

Summon the minister of war.

Deveal for, even in this moment of crisis, the king does not forget. Here,

this as a token of my gratitude.

Where's the minister of war?

Well then, we have three prisoners in our dungeons here.

The reason for whose imprisonment has long since been forgotten.

So that even their names don't appear in our records.

Edmund Dantus is henceforth listed as dead.

As number 27, he will merit no concern.

Go here.

So Dantus is dead, eh? Or am I asking too many questions?

He died just in time.

Morel is in Paris for an audience with Bonaparte, and Bonaparte acts quickly.

Well, it didn't take him long to put me out of office.

This is my last and most important official act.

Political prisoners will be released at once, and Dantes, with Morel's backing,

could easily find me a home at the Chateau d 'Yves.

Come in.

Oh, Fernand.

A letter from Monsieur Morel by special post.

He's arranged his audience with the Emperor and promises that Edmond will be

freed in a week.

I'm afraid it's already too late.

Too late?

He's not.

In trying to escape, he was shot.

Killed.

He wouldn't do that.

I wrote him every day that we would save him.

Sea is the cemetery of the Chateau d

Good

morning.

It's a nice day.

Where's it stormy?

Did you ask the governor if I could please see him it's about my attorney my

trial

Nice conversation I have with you both every day. Why don't you say something?

Speak to me. Swear to me. Anything.

Let go.

Let go. Just see if you could speak. You tell the governor I won't eat any more

of his whabbit food till I see him.

After this, we feed

him through the door.

From there, you'll be chewing it out of your beard.

The only reason we ain't killing you for attacking a guard is because the

governor gets two sues a day for every live prisoner. Come on.

He ain't dead.

I'm leaving Mercedes in your care because you have always loved her. And

will.

No.

No, no.

I'm not going to die yet, Mercedes.

Not until you promise you will marry Fernand.

Fernand Marie Antoine de Mondego, do you accept this woman who stands before you

as your wife?

I do.

Mercedes Yvonne Melanie de Rosas, do you accept this man who stands before you

as your husband?

In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Thank God you're a prisoner too.

I thought you might be a jailer deceiving me.

Encouraging me to betray myself.

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Can you speak?

No. I'm too... too... to feel the warmth of a comrade's

hand.

I had no means of knowing there was a dungeon lower down than mine.

I burrowed 30 feet through solid rock for six years, hoping to reach the

wall and make my escape.

And now I find I'm only in another cell.

Six years.

I'm sorry.

I am the Abbey Paria.

I was Edmund Dentist.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

Since the 28th of February, 1815. How long is that? Eight years.

This is the 7th of June, 1823.

Only eight years.

I'm still young.

That's funny.

I'm 68.

I've been in prison 20.

I'll help you up. Let's talk. No, no. It's not yet big enough for my shoulder.

I'll dig it away. I'll work all night.

The guards must think the figure in the bed is you, asleep.

Yes.

Can you see?

Perfectly. Owl's eye. Nature's compensation for those obliged to live

the dark.

Here. Now we can stand.

You see this stone?

Beveled and grooved.

Applying the same engineering principles used in the building of the pyramids.

Good likeness, isn't it?

I've got a candle.

I want you to see my work. Candle? Made from beef fats.

And a match.

Matches? Made from the breakings of a twig broom. And some sulfur they gave me

when I complained of a skin affliction.

You see these?

Tread. Made from blanket raveling. Needles and pens. From fish bones. Ink.

pot black and vinegar.

Knife. File.

Chisel. From an old kettle.

that I managed to hide.

And Edmund.

Could it seem like bragging if I, honored by degrees from five

managed to outwit the six -year -old mind of my jailers?

They call me a mad old priest and harmless.

And I encourage them in this belief. And in return, they grant me certain

favors, such as chunks of chalk rock and slate, with which I've inscribed on

these walls... the creeds and formulas on which are based the sum total of

knowledge.

This is my chronometer, from which I calculate the time.

My calendar.

My faith.

All quotations, as you see, in the languages in which they were originally

written. Greek, Hebrew, Latin, Sanskrit over there, French, Italian, English and

German, and Arabic.

I don't expect you to understand much of it now.

But with patience and willingness, you can master it. And they call you mad.

They call me mad because I speak the truth.

Because I repeatedly offer them as high as six million francs to release me.

Six million francs? Oh, I see.

You think I'm crazy, too.

Well, I don't blame you.

But everyone has heard of the Despada family fortune.

I have, since Boyard.

A buried treasure, wasn't it? Dating from ancient Rome.

Well, for 20 years, I was librarian and tutor to the Duke de Spada.

He had no children and made me his sole heir.

I planned to use it to ease suffering humanity.

But this so enraged the old Duke's enemies who planned after his death to

the fortune for themselves that they submitted me first to torture and then

threw me into prison in an effort to force from me the secret hiding place.

which I alone know.

Together, we will dig our way to freedom, and one half the treasure shall

yours.

I'll dig my fingers to the bone.

I'll tear these rocks apart.

Money, riches, power with which to strangle and curse three rotten rats.

Just stop!

Oh, what a miserable creature you are.

Your eyes green with greed.

Your heart filled with revenge.

In such a condition, you're not fit to have one, Sue.

Patience.

What a long road you have to travel.

Be thankful your digging tools are but bits of crockery and iron.

It will take time. Pray for it to be a long time.

So that when you emerge into the light... It will not be as a revengeful

horseman of the apocalypse, but as an avenging angel doing the work of God.

I'll obey you in everything.

Everything. We must watch out for the jailer. Quick, back to your own cell.

Most heavenly Father, at thy will the most barren earth blossoms into

bloom.

Amen.

And then Meryn Rondo fell at the last hurdle and burst his breeches.

You really must see it. And the horses are too, too.

Well, you know what horses are.

Get Fernand to take you.

Since he's been treasurer to the king, he has no time for frivolities.

So?

Well, goodbye, Mercedes.

Goodbye.

I've just heard that the king's treasurer is so occupied with official

He has no time for frivolities.

My official business this evening takes me to 58 Avenue Montaigne.

I shall be home.

You see, Mother, this is how the show goes up and down.

I see.

Mercedes!

Yes, my Lord?

Oh, forgive my great familiarity.

Countess.

Countess? Yes, Countess.

Today, the king has restored to my family its rightful title.

My son, you are now a Viscount.

But I don't want to be a Viscount.

I want to be a sailor.

You'll be a Viscount on your father's side.

Good evening, Danglar.

Everything is arranged.

The banking house of Danglars and Company opens its doors for Paris for

first time tomorrow morning.

Congratulations. I'll finish myself, Francois.

And in return for the many valuable clients you have sent me, here are your

shares in the company, as I promised.

I shall deliver mondegos as soon as I leave you. Thank you.

Oh, I read this morning that the king had rewarded you again.

Oh, yes.

I think I can promise you His Majesty's personal account very soon. That will

mean certain success.

And you shall have a larger share for that.

I expect it. Yes, I said expect it, and you shall have it.

There is only one fly in the ointment.

Who is it? Deputy Mundine.

Oh, he's always shouting about the people's rights. He threatens proposing

law which will seriously curtail our profits.

He will be silenced tomorrow morning.

That's all I have.

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.

How much longer do you really think we'll have to dig?

Nearly five years, according to my estimate.

Only five years. Well, well, just like the day after tomorrow for us.

Edmund, Edmund, come quickly. I've just examined the tunnel.

Your lunar observations were correct.

This morning at 10 .17 was the highest tide in six months.

And water seeped through a crevice and loosened some rocks.

Wonderful. Come along now.

You were right, Father. Almost a pool of water here.

Salt water. Taste it. Only three feet more to go.

Listen, can you hear the sea pounding against the rocks?

Doing some of our work for us.

See?

Rocks falling all the time.

Be careful.

Come back, quickly!

No, Father!

Father! Are you hurt?

Sit me up.

My ribs are crushed.

I don't want the blood to get to my head yet.

Cross my knees.

Put my hands on my elbows.

Edmund, loosen my belt and take this part of parchment.

By will written on a piece of cloth, it names you my soul there.

When people die, we feel aggrieved because their minds are lost to us.

How fortunate am I.

I leave my mind behind in your possession.

It is part of yours.

Use it as an instrument for justice.

My blessing.

Edmund, if you can only see...

Something happened to him.

He looks dead.

He is dead.

We'll get the undertakers.

That's the only way they ever get out of this place.

Hurry up, Jules.

You get the chain and shot. 36 pounder.

I ain't gonna be carried way back here by myself.

Gotta get the stretcher, too.

Oh, that's good enough.

Think he's gonna get up and walk away?

The water's sinking.

Go on, throw it on.

Who closed the door?

Don't look at me.

Come on, put that rope around his feet.

Tie it good.

I'll take the head.

No, it's your time to take the feet. All right.

Pretty heavy for an old man, ain't he?

Yeah, too heavy.

On his soul.

What is it? Harbor police?

No, a man in the water.

Let some others here pick him up.

We don't want any strangers aboard.

I always say, land your fish first.

Then if you don't like it, throw it back.

What do you say?

Shall we pick him up? Aye. Aye, sir.

All right.

Bring him around.

We'll pick him up at the harbor.

Here, Mr. Popo.

Sit down.

All together.

Where'd

you

come from, nephew?

Well, I... No lies.

I know.

Your skin's as wet as a fish's belly.

Prison or the galleys?

Get him some food.

I suppose you'd like to get rid of this seaweed.

This coat of mine will be all right for now.

Ali here cannot talk, but he wants to give you the sandals.

You look like a ghost.

The sun will take care of that.

The copo says you've been a sailor.

Yes.

I'm Captain Vampire.

We smuggle for a living.

The crew all shares and shares alike.

We could use a good sailor.

What's your name or... What shall we call you?

Sinbad. Sinbad?

Sinbad the sailor.

What you looking at on Monte Cristo?

There's nothing there but wild goats.

Nothing but goats. That's what I'm looking at.

Captain Bonny was due here this morning with a cargo to back up to trade for our

laces. He's not here by nightfall, I... Maybe he's round the lee of the island.

Well, I'll have to anchor and see.

If you like, while you're gone, I'll go ashore and kill our dinner. You can pick

me up when we get back.

Well, it better be young and tender or we'll leave you there.

I'll anchor. I'll hang.

Jacopo, I'm going ashore in this small boat.

My dear Abby, if you were only really here beside me to see,

you were right.

The world is mine.

Chateau D 'If.

On these moonlight nights, I can hear the good people of Marseille saying,

it beautiful?

Here are the names of the three.

Burn them into your memory. Never forget them. I want to know everything about

them. Everything.

About their wives, sweethearts, mistresses, about their children, family

state connections, dates, facts.

Histories. Details down to the finest points. I wish to know them as

as I know myself.

And as I know my weaknesses, I shall discover theirs.

And then... I'll strike.

They all live in Paris where I'm sending you now.

I'll give you money enough for the first month. Spend freely.

Live like a king, if you will. But get me what I want.

In 60 days...

Draw on the Count de Monte Cristo through the banking firm of Thompson and

French in Rome.

For in 60 days, I will have established my right to that title and the banking

firm I will own.

Ali, we are going to Albania to trace carefully the steps of one Mondego

And if I'm not mistaken, we'll dig up a trail as foul as stinking fish.

We'll all meet next in Rome, where plotting is a custom more ancient than

catacombs.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

You make one doubt, my dear Kong, that I was ever champion of the King's Guards.

You take your fencing very seriously. If I seem vicious in my attack, it's

because I always imagine you're not my friend, but my enemy.

Tomorrow, a day?

As usual.

Excellency. Welcome, Jacopo.

It's good to see you.

Well, tell me all about Paris. Is it as gay as they say, with wine, women and so

on? Oh, very gay.

I made several mistakes.

I had too much money to spend.

Well, it didn't prevent your collecting a mass of remarkable information.

Look, I've had every word covered in my famous biographies. The Villefort's

history alone occupies more than 7 ,000 entries.

When I discovered what really could be found out about a person, it made a very

good little boy out of me.

And taught me exactly how to deal with three very bad little boys.

Or leaders of a great nation.

I must attack them with the same weapons they've so viciously used against their

countless enemies.

Mondego with flattery. Danglers with money.

Deville for law.

Well, now the latest news.

Albert, the young Bican de Mondego, is here in Rome.

Good. And when he left...

I found myself in the salmon stage coach with him.

Much to your surprise.

Of course.

Well, he's a fine young man from your reports.

Courageous, strong.

A junior officer in the Navy.

A sailor.

We'll give him one full day of pleasure.

Then tomorrow night, perhaps.

The catacombs.

The catacombs.

Well, Jacopo, we'll soon be leaving Rome.

I'm ready at last to open the gates of Paris with Albert Mondego for my key.

You tell your friends that if the 25 ,000 gold was not paid by midnight, that

your body would take its place among these other beauties?

I never thought I was worth that much.

I don't see why he should.

That would be bad.

Deliver this to Signor Jacopo Capitolani.

If you could wait until I reach my father by post, I... We can't wait.

Which one of these beauties do you think I'll be like?

One's as good as another.

Make your own choice.

Excellency. Good evening, Vamper.

The boy?

Asleep. He don't frighten easily.

Oh, you're here.

Yes, I didn't have any money on hand, so I rushed to the Count de Monte Cristo.

He kindly offered to come here with me. The Count de Monte Cristo.

This is the Viscount de Mondego.

What does this mean?

Excellency, I had no way of knowing he was your friend.

What can I do?

How can I pay for my mistake?

In the future, it would be wiser to be more careful.

Yes, Excellency.

Jacopo told me you're a great man, but...

I never realized you had influence over... over everything.

Only enough to protect my friends.

I hope you don't think this happens to every visitor to Rome.

Perhaps we can make you forget it by filling the rest of your holiday with

nothing but pleasure.

The gentleman's hat.

I'm dying to meet this Monte Cristo, who's so remarkable, marvelous, courtly,

and all the other adjectives you've called him. You'll see.

He's... He's... I know, I know.

He's never been to Paris before. You've told me that, too, many times.

He said he'd be here at ten o 'clock precisely.

It's almost that now.

I know everything about him, except why he wanted a copy of my portrait.

I told you that, too.

When he was visiting me at my hotel and saw the miniature of you I always carry

with me... He simply asked if he could have it copied for his gallery.

Yes, but... But why not? Aren't you the most beautiful woman in Paris?

In all France, for that matter. In all the world.

Monsieur de Villefort.

Good morning, Panner. Oh, good morning, de Villefort. I stopped by to show you

Danglar's suggestions for the week.

Oh, buying heavily of Spanish bonds, eh?

I suppose, as usual, it would be wise to follow suit? Yes.

We'll drop our buying orders at his bank on the way.

Will you come in my carriage?

Or are there too many ladies waiting at their windows to wave to you as you go

by? Never too many, de Vilfort.

I can't go for a little. I promised Albert that I would meet this mysterious

Count de Monte Cristo.

Oh, he saved Albert's life, didn't he? Something of the sort, yes.

Oh, there they are now.

Suppose I wait for you in there.

Would you mind? And then please interrupt me after a moment? I will.

Yes?

Father, the Count de Monte Cristo.

Charmed. My son has told me of your many kindnesses. How you saved him from the

hands of bandits, with which I believe your country is infested.

I dare say there are bandits in other countries, known by other names.

Perhaps.

My pardon, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've little time, Fernand.

Good morning, Albert.

Count de Monte Cristo, may I present the king's attorney, Monsieur de Villefort.

Honored. It is a pleasure, sir. I have followed your brilliant career with a

great deal of interest.

Thank you.

Thank you indeed.

Excellencies, the great country of France awaits your services. Please

me detain you.

If you will be so kind.

We shall meet soon again, my dear Count. I shall plan for it, Count Amondego.

Albert, is your mother well?

Yes, father.

Tell her that I shall do my best to see her sometime today.

Oh, if in a moment I excuse myself, you'll understand it's only to send a

message to my lady love, naming our rendezvous for this afternoon.

I understand.

The Countess is waiting.

My dear Count, how can I ever thank you for...

For what you've done for my son.

It was humiliating to think that one of my country's guests should suffer such

an indignity.

Won't you sit down?

I'd have known you anywhere.

From your portrait.

Oh, yes.

Albert told me you had it copied.

Why? A painter rarely catches beauty when he does the combination I can't

resist.

I hope you weren't displeased.

On the contrary.

Ah, getting along famously, aren't you? Yes.

I must claim myself away.

I have a house I've never seen awaiting my inspection.

You'll call again?

If I don't provoke your hospitality.

You know my address? You won't neglect me. Tomorrow?

In the afternoon, I suppose.

Mother!

Who is he?

The Count of Monte Cristo.

No, I'm... Tell me

everything you know about him.

Why, Mother, is he so strange?

I don't know.

There's just something about him that frightens me.

Oh, silly.

Perhaps I am.

R -E -N -C -H.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure, my dear Count, than to take care of your

banking in Paris. But there must be some mistake in this letter of advice.

Are Thompson and French in the habit of making mistakes?

No, never before. My most reliable correspondence.

But I... This is their stationery, properly watermarked. You've compared

handwriting and tested the signatures?

Yes, yes. Invisible stamp, everything authentic. But one word only I question.

Unlimited. It says I am to grant you unlimited credit.

The house of Baron Danglers was highly recommended as quite adequate to fulfill

my quick demands. But if, of course... Of course, of course.

I might modestly claim that there's no stronger house than mine in Paris.

But please give me some idea of what amount one of your quick demands might

entail. Well, I doubt whether I shall require more than six millions from you

this year to cover my living expenses.

Six million?

More than it takes to run the royal palace.

Really, Baron?

Yes, about six millions, I should say. You see, I always carry a million with

me.

Well, I shall arrange for it.

It'll take me several days.

You won't need any today.

Yes, please buy for me this morning 50 ,000 shares of British Maritime.

British Maritime?

50 ,000 shares?

Is it going to raise?

Oh, I invest only in certainties.

Every European banking house of major importance sends me a daily telegraph, a

service I personally finance.

And British Maritime?

We'll go up at least 12 points within the next two days. If you speculate, you

might do well.

But perhaps you hesitate to take my advice.

Certainly not, my dear Count.

Even a banker likes to add to his store of pennies.

I'll take 10 ,000 shares myself to prove my confidence.

As you wish. The market's open.

Good morning, Baron.

Good morning, Excellency.

My office, my reserves, my life. Well, everything I have is at your service.

The respected Baron Davis.

Cheats. Hypocrites.

Skunk.

Skunk.

And up it went.

Twelve points in two days.

Exactly as he said.

I sold.

And profited 120 ,000 francs. And never let us profit. Oh, suppose I'd have

risked your money and lost.

have cried. You always do. Well, next time, if his buying orders go through

you... Yes, yes, yes. When he buys, we buy.

When he sells, we sell.

Perfectly simple and perfectly honest.

Besides, he's invited me to participate.

Gives me tips.

I think he likes me.

Mondego's vanity will blind him to my motives.

Danglers will stuff with profits so we're ready to pluck the goose.

But de Villefort is shrewd.

If he should get suspicious and put his pack of Secret Service agents on my

trail... Come in.

Monsieur Fouquet, Your Excellency.

Monsieur Fouquet.

You know who he is?

Who does him?

The greatest detective in Europe.

Show Monsieur Fouquet in. But... We'll find out if he lives up to his

reputation.

Your Excellency.

Oh, this is Monsieur Jacopo, my personal confidant. You're at liberty to speak.

I've just returned from Marseilles with a complete record of Edmond Dante from

his birth to his death. He is dead, then?

Yes.

I found that he'd lived for 16 years after he was entered as dead in the

But finally he was drowned while cleverly trying to effect his escape.

There can be no doubt then he drowned.

It would be a miracle if he got out of that sack.

But, uh... But?

I'm surprised to hear you use but, Monsieur Fouquet.

I am informed that he lived and was picked up by Italian smugglers, becoming

member of their crew.

Well, it's possible, but... Excuse me. I just said that it might be possible,

but if it is, I'll find him.

He gave me a scare.

I didn't know he was working for you. I couldn't afford to have him working for

anyone else, now could I?

I must find out what they could find out about me.

I'm saving the deal for the trouble.

The time will come when I'll want him to know who I am.

I'll hand him the information on the silver platter.

This investigation business has gotten to be an awful habit with you. You even

investigate yourself.

You want everyone to know who you are. One day I'll want to publish it to the

whole world.

So tomorrow I'm going to buy a newspaper.

Using my house as a rendezvous, eh? What will your father say to that?

If you knew how desperately we try to meet each other.

Unobserved.

Shall I? Please.

I have an idea.

Is it a plan to reconcile our fathers to our marriage?

You're the only one who can do it.

They're bursting with admiration for you.

Really? Well, this is a different plan.

To repay the kindness shown to me in Paris, I'm giving a ball.

My guest of honor is to be the father of my first Parisian friend, Count de

Mondego. Oh, how father will be puffed up about that.

I thought it particularly apropos to combine with it an Albanian pageant and

cedars of tableau representing the court of Alipasha, at which your father gains

such extraordinary fame and honors.

Isn't it exciting, Albert?

Of course, I shall want your mother's permission. Can you get it for me, do

think? No, sir, I'm afraid you'll have to get that yourself.

She wondered why you never called after that first day.

Well, I shall be privileged.

Tomorrow afternoon?

Well, now business is over, let's talk about your future. If you could only get

Father to listen to reason. Don't you think you...

I thought there must be something like this somewhere.

I've had it ever since.

For many years.

Well, it speaks the truth that Mondantis is dead.

Then who is this Count de Montecristo who so closely resembles him?

The resemblance has been noted by no one but you.

He is, in fact, to answer your question, a person so utterly unlike a man named

Dante that they might have been born of different parents.

Even the soul is not the same.

I can believe that.

The present is the only time that holds the truth.

The past is lies, with this for witness.

It was once truth that Edmund and Mercedes loved each other.

Today that truth is false.

And how fortunate it is.

For now we find her not a simple sailor's wife, but a countess, consort

a nobleman.

While Dante's one life finish lives another. The past

for you dies very easily.

Easily?

What's dead is dead.

In that respect, I'm a fatalist.

Then tell me, Monsieur Fatalistic Count, what does your heart crave now?

Intelligence, first of all.

Then, perhaps, simply to live gracefully.

Hence the graceful gesture of honoring my husband with a real entertainment.

Yes. And why my husband out of all the others?

Because I have a real affection for his son, whom I met by chance in Rome.

And further...

Because I hold his charming wife in great esteem and admiration.

Forgive me for ever misplacing your motives.

Henceforth, the Count de Monte Cristo and the Countess de Mondego will meet

greet each other with nothing but the airy, meaningless compliments that befit

their social position.

And Edmund Dantes?

Is dead.

I have forgotten him.

Good.

I shall look forward to receiving the most gracious countess as my guest.

I appreciate the significant honor you are bestowing upon both the count and

your obedient servant.

Ah,

my Aletasha.

It took them two hours at the Comedy Francaise to put on my makeup.

Is my beard long enough?

To me, perfect.

But Mondego would know more about that. How does he look to you?

Remarkable. Excellent. Very good. Very good indeed.

Thank you.

that never counts the cost.

Except you, Danglers. Oh, Baron Danglers, you've met Count Mondego?

Yes. Oh, of course, of course. All three of us originally came from Marseilles.

Really? To think that one city hosts the birthplace of three such eminent men.

I hope I may have the privilege one day of entertaining in your honor, too,

Monsieur Neville. You're too kind.

And, Baron Danglars, I am planning for you a similar affair, which I hope will

do you justice.

Oh, my, my, my. I shall be most grateful.

One, two, three of you.

I must honor you.

Will you excuse me?

Isn't he amazing, eh?

Most welcome. Good evening, Exeter. When I bought your newspaper, I told you

from time to time I'd give you certain truths to print.

Watch closely what goes on, then seek me out.

The first tableau portrays His Excellency, Count de Mondego, presenting

credentials as French Ambassador to Alipasha.

We will now see Ali Pasha in his harem.

Look, Emily, there's Hortense de Brin.

And Lady Latour.

Both have been mistresses of Mondego.

This isn't Alipash's harem.

It's Mondego.

Princess Heidi, go now. Move with the guests.

After the curtains pop, look carefully at the tableau, then run quickly onto

stage and speak in a loud, clear voice whatever comes to your lips.

The final tableau represents Count de Mondego's valiant but vain efforts to

the life of Ali Pasha at the hands of the Turks.

my father's death.

Then he killed all the witnesses and sold me and my mother into slavery.

You killed my father!

Please, please!

Count Mondego, honored guest, please forgive this unfortunate occurrence.

This fanatic woman entered here under veiled disguise. I have ordered her

arrest.

Every great man is attacked by crazed impostors.

I hope Count Amandega will accept the deep apologies of my house.

His valiant record is a matter of history. We are here to do him honour.

Who was that crazy woman?

I'll have her brought to you for questioning. Oh, no, no, don't, don't.

don't. It's perhaps best to forget the whole affair. That's very kind. Shall we

not dance?

What a shock for you, my dear.

How charmingly Monte Cristo handled it.

Excellency. Bouchard, I was looking for you.

A man is waiting at your office with a locked dispatch box for which this is

key. The box contains signed evidence and testimony that this is the real

Princess Heidi and that what she said is true.

Devote your entire paper to it. Prepare for a jump in circulation and deliver

the first copy off the press by special messenger into the hands of Count de

Mondego.

I regret the hour, but I have urgent need of the Count's advice.

He has just retired, Your Excellency. I shouldn't dare disturb him now.

However, he always rises at six.

I wait.

You're up early, Mondego.

Where are you? Don't shoot. You've only one bullet and would surely miss.

Where are you?

If you could see as I can in the dark, you would observe my pistol aimed

carefully at your head.

Two steps to your right, you'll find a table.

Now, first put down your pistol.

It has a quick trigger and your hand is shaking.

Thank you.

If you're right on the edge of the table, you'll find some matches.

When I say ready, strike a light.

Ready.

I'm glad you brought the pistol. I didn't have one.

Will you light the candle there?

Another one. I like to see the faces of my guests.

Forgive my precautions for saving my life. You intended to take it, didn't

I wouldn't have killed you without first forcing from you a full explanation.

After which, I would have given you your choice of weapons.

As you did Ali Pasha.

You're avenging Ali Pasha, then?

No.

Myself.

I don't recall that our paths ever crossed before three months ago.

As Monte Cristo, no.

Who are you, then?

Obviously some imposter posing as a count.

Who else are you?

Before I tell you, Mondego, what is your choice of weapons?

Pistols, if you will, but I prefer not to awaken Paris at such an early hour.

Swords? Daggers?

Fists?

Swords would suit me perfectly.

Swords, then.

I have them here.

A trick I learned to fool the jailers while tunneling myself out of the

D 'If.

Yes.

The Chateau D 'If.

Does that clue mean nothing to you?

Dust off your memory.

Go back 20 years.

Back to the days when you first discovered that a life meant nothing if

furthered your ambition.

Think.

Think.

An innocent, unsophisticated sailor whose name was... Dantis.

Right.

Edmund Dantis.

Simple, isn't it?

Very simple indeed.

I might have questioned my skill against the formidable Monte Cristo, but

against Edmund Dantes?

Swords.

You very cleverly planned my destruction, Dantes, but you won't have

pleasure of living to see it.

Good. I'm accustomed to fighting as the underdog.

That's not my sword, Mondego, but your past that disarmed you.

Jacopo, take Count Mondego to his home in my carriage.

Take him secretly to his garden entrance, as by this time his front door

surely besieged by reporters from every newspaper and perhaps the police.

He is to communicate with no one.

Good morning.

Baron Danglis personally visited my office this morning and gave me this.

It's a thousand francs, sir. In return for which, I was to send him copies of

all telegraph messages addressed to you.

Keep it for your children's education.

Thank you, sir. Send the Baron the copies as he requested.

I'll see that he gets the proper information.

Yes, sir.

Monte Cristo.

Future political situation makes Anglo -Spanish shares wonderful investment.

Suggest unlimited buying.

Thompson and French.

This is what I've been waiting for.

Start buying at once.

Investing DeVille for and other special clients' money as well?

No.

Only mine.

Oh, but the risk... Risk?

This is one of Monte Cristo's certainties.

Haven't we made money on every one of them?

Convert all my holdings into Anglo -Spanish.

All? All.

I've investigated carefully.

Neither Rothschild nor Varenti is buying Anglo -Spanish.

They don't know everything.

I'm tired of playing second fiddle to Rothschild, Varenti, Monte Cristo.

After this one we meet, I want them to take their hats off first.

Bye.

Show Baron Dangler's in.

Dangler's back.

It's collapsed.

I'm ruined.

We're both ruined.

Why?

I knew it would collapse. You knew, but you've been buying.

No. But Thompson and French, but their advice was... I received their advice,

but their message was in code. Though it said to buy, it really meant to sell.

You see, Thompson and French is owned by a man named Edmund Dantes.

Monte Cristo.

You said... Edmund Dantis.

Monte Cristo.

They are the same danglers.

Is he alive?

Yes, but...

Call the doctor.

He's lost his mind.

Permanently?

Irretrievably.

Marseille.

Morel.

Dantes.

Chateaudif.

A mental suicide, doctor.

Mental suicide? Yes. He destroyed his mind with an overdose of two deadly

poisons. Poisons?

Avarice and greed.

Welcome, Albert. It's been a long time.

I've just returned from Marseille.

We buried my father there.

Oh, yes. I know. I...

There are certain circumstances leading to my father's death I don't quite

understand. That's why I've come to you, who knows everything.

Surely, if I can... My friends report that this Princess Heidi has been seen

with you in your carriage several times. That's true.

She is here now, living in your house.

At present, yes, but... Do you deny that you had previous knowledge of her

intent to expose my father?

Do you deny that he visited you the morning of his death, was returned home

your carriage, under guard, and...

And a few minutes later shot himself.

He came to me for help I couldn't give.

Your open association with Princess Heidi is an intolerable affront to the

family of Mondego.

And one that can only be appealed by... Don't say it.

Don't say it, Albert.

Don't challenge me.

Rather anyone but you.

I have other friends who respect me.

I must prove to them that running away is not the habit of all Mondegos.

If killing me will save your honor... I don't wish to kill you.

But... Well, then we might.

I see what you're thinking.

You're suggesting a bloodless duel.

Then all my life I... I live a lie, knowing that I placed Cardus ahead of

Even my father wouldn't stoop to that.

I await your pleasure.

Tomorrow at dawn.

The place and details my seconds will arrange.

They'll present themselves this afternoon.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Something's happened? Yes.

Something admirable and terrible.

Something I never planned.

Your meeting with Albert is at seven. It is already five.

You only have an hour left for rest.

Will you use his dueling pistols or yours?

His, I suspect. What difference does it make?

Monsieur Fouquet is waiting.

Oh.

Here is the link that Fouquet's chain lacks.

Tell him to go at once and drag de Villefort from his bed.

The great king's attorney won't be sleepy long when he has in his hands the

evidence that will send me back to prison.

If I survive the duel, I shall go through with the trial.

If I die,

the bill for it will go free.

Yes.

This chest contains my past, my plans, and my unfinished business.

Also my will, which makes provisions for my friends, servants, and you.

I trust it confident.

Yep.

My house is now in order.

He's out here at once.

Edmund, don't kill my boy.

He told you? Not a word.

Bernard, one of his seconds thought I ought to know.

I see.

I wonder if you do.

No.

I'm the only one who sees.

Sees you as you were.

And sees you as you are now, devoid of every human feeling.

Bent upon destroying everything that lies in your path of vengeance.

Please believe I've put my task above the mean level of personal vengeance.

I am exposing criminals, not for their sins against myself, but for their black

injustices to others.

Not only for what they have done, but for what they continue to do.

They are the ones devoid of all humanity, the ones that profited by the

sufferings of others.

Whom will it profit if you kill my son?

Surely you don't think this duel part of my design.

What else am I to think, knowing how skillfully you have destroyed the

Let me tell you about Albert.

He worships you.

Never in his life has he felt such a strong affection for anyone but me.

He never understood his father. There was no bond of sympathy between them.

Why? Because that was a part of my design.

I reared him in the image of the man I loved.

He is the son Edmond Dantes would have had.

I had hoped that he'd be claimed by Monte Cristo.

I claimed him long ago, Mercedes.

But the situation now is desperate.

His honor is at stake.

We must protect it.

He has a growing fear that he'll be like... I know, his father.

That he'll be thought a coward.

Promise me you'll let the duel go through.

For the sake of his future.

He must have self -respect.

You promise me he'll have a future, then?

You really think I'd guide my bullet to its mark?

No.

Not now, I don't.

But you see, I have to be quite sure.

Not for myself alone, that Valentin de Villefort... I can't

forget that when I was her age, I lost the man I loved.

We can't cast a shadow across the path of Valentin.

I'm afraid it's already too late.

Has Fouquet left? Yes, Excellency. I saw him on his way.

He'll be at his door by now.

The king's attorney's door.

De Villefort is the next one on my list.

If you would spare the feelings of De Villefort's daughter...

Tell Albert to take careful aim and shoot to kill.

Gentlemen, you have your instructions.

Six paces, turn at my command.

Fire at will.

Ready?

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Your Excellency, Count de Monte Cristo, Count de Mondego.

Your aim was true. Why didn't you hold it?

I couldn't.

I'm sorry. It would have saved me a lot of trouble.

Mother, tell me who you were.

I see.

Edmund Doughty, you're under arrest by order of the King's Attorney.

close look before you assemble to take a ballot, the result of which can never

be in doubt.

And you, citizens of France, look at this man, who, while performing to be an

honest sailor, was in reality a spy, who, while imprisoned in the Chateau d

threatened the lives of guards, undermined the structure with tunnels,

he discovered the old abbey held a secret to a treasure, he perhaps caused

death by crushing his poor body with great rocks.

Think of his fiendishly contrived escape in the burial sack, his unearthing of

the treasure, his purchase of the title of count, setting himself up as a

nobleman. Know him for what he is.

Traitor, spy, doubtless murderer, companion of thieves, patron of bandits,

imposter, and criminal at large before his king.

I'll send him back to prison.

Why doesn't he speak?

I don't know.

The defense is all prepared.

He won't use it. The king's attorney has concluded.

The prosecution rests its case.

It is my duty to advise the accused that if he declines to speak in his defense,

the case must be judged wholly on the testimony presented by the prosecution.

have nothing to say.

He's shielding Valentin.

Valentin? Me?

Come with me, my dear.

I must tell you something.

This court is in recess until the jury return.

That was 20 years ago.

I thought you ought to know.

I'll be there quickly.

I can't stay, but I must write him a note.

Yes.

Mother says you must defend yourself. It isn't fair to her if you don't.

And it isn't fair to me.

The court is now in session.

Mr. President, if it is not too late, may I have the privilege of defending

myself? It is the right of every citizen.

Your Excellency's judges of France.

Gentlemen of the jury.

My motives in not speaking in my defense were purely selfish. I was placing self

above my duty to my fellow men, a duty which was made clear to me by the

spiritual vision of a saintly man, the Abbe Farrier.

As we together, for eight torturous years, scratched our way through solid

to reach the world again, in order that we might, in some small way, bring to

the seat of trial some inhuman human.

who make capital of justice.

Mr. President, I find all this quite unnecessarily irrelevant.

The accused is permitted to continue without further interruption.

The interruption is well timed.

But in order to prove Edmund Dante's innocence, I must ask recourse to a

witness. And is the witness obtainable?

He is here in this court. Name him, and he shall be called.

Unfortunately, court president precludes my calling him. Any precedent can be

set aside.

Who is he?

The king's attorney.

The king's attorney.

That hardly is according to general court procedure.

But as Monsieur de Bilpour has already stepped down from his great office to

personally prosecute this case, I'm sure he'll agree to set aside his cap and

cloak of prosecutor long enough to serve as witness.

Is this your signature and seal?

Yes.

It is the death certificate of Edmund Dandy.

Monsieur de Villefort has been prosecuting a dead man.

I was a magistrate, not a coroner.

Were you given to understand that I was dead?

Of course, by the governor of the Chateau d 'Yves.

I apologize for the misunderstanding.

One more question, Monsieur de Villefort.

Why did you commit me to prison without trial?

Because it was to your political advantage to do so. Absurd. I gained no

advantage. Because you knew that if I was given trial, your father, a leader

the revolution, would be exposed.

You shielded your father and sacrificed Edmund Dantes, cast him into oblivion,

pronounced him dead.

I acted for the good of my country at a time when such traitors as Dante's held

the power to plunge us into anarchy.

On what evidence was I convicted of being a dangerous traitor?

On the most reliable testimony.

Whose? A member of your own crew, the Super Cargo.

His name?

I've forgotten.

I'll refresh your memory.

His name was Danglars.

Yes, Danglars, later Baron Danglars, the banker, reputed to be honesty itself. I

have his record here.

He, to further his own ends, gave false testimony to send me to prison.

He cheated his way to power, looted his own bank, robbed thousands of honest

workers of their savings, and yet he was but a tool in the hands of an even more

despicable criminal who stood behind him.

directed his evil practice, shared his profits, protected him from justice, was

his lifelong friend and fellow conspirator, Raymond de Villefort.

This is an incredible accusation.

I am prepared to prove it, sir. This is not only an accusation, it is a warning.

Danglers is finished.

But de Villefort goes on.

as the power behind that banking house. And if the government does not

immediately investigate his manipulations, the bank will collapse,

it to destruction not only thousands upon thousands of investors, but the

funds placed there by the National Treasury itself. How can anything this

criminal says be used as evidence?

Here is the evidence of my innocence, attested and reattested epidemics from

unimpeachable authorities.

And here...

It's his record.

A complete history of Raymond de Villefort. An exposure that will rock

court in France to its foundation.

In the interests of justice, we must at least examine these.

This is out of order. I'm being treated as a prisoner, not as a witness. I

demand a trial.

He demands what he denied me.

May I ask his majesty's impartial judges to look at this man who so abused the

privilege of public office.

who so used treachery in place of justice, who so maliciously corrupted

phase of government with his touch.

It is not my place to prosecute or judge this man. I am a prisoner.

It is within the province of this court to pronounce me innocent or guilty.

But I have followed the path of duty to my country and my fellow men by giving

this prisoner to France.

Mother! Mother!

May we come up?

You find your own tree.