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The Count of Monte Cristo

Good afternoon, My Lord... I want to say good nights your Great... in short your... your Grace, oh My Lord.

Listen my friend, I am only a man dying of hunger.

Barbizon relief.

With this.

You are right.

I can't let the customs betray my true identity.

You who served in a Count's house...

- You will teach me the habits of high society, I listen to you. - All right.

To begin with, you must know that a true count especially when he's rich like you...

he should never show that he is hungry.

It's okay.

But if it's wine at least i can Pour me some wine, huh?

Yes, but in moderation. In great moderation.

In this way, very moderately, even with a little disdain, as if it were vinegar.

Laughing, you can laugh, right?

A true count laughs discreetly. As if coughing behind a handkerchief.

people of high society is supposed...

who find life deadly boring.

What imbeciles!

He takes the napkin by the corner and the corner is touched delicately.

Now listen to me Bertuccio, Let's start from the beginning.

First, you will teach me good manners.

You will give me composure classes, attitudes, behaviors...

You will teach me to be a imbecile, or at least to appear so.

Hi Beauchamp, you've finally arrived.

This is the last edition, ask for the last one edition. All about today's process.

Death penalty for Gervaise Rebuffet.

Maybe you rush, the requisition de Villefort was set for this afternoon.

I will ask for death and I will have it.

As always.

And tomorrow your daughter Valentine will go to exhibit herself at the Boir as if nothing would have happened, with a blue ribbon on her hat.

Why not?

That young lady is charming like the Villeforts.

I've seen her a few times skull when she visited her grandmother.

Albert, I'm starving. when are we going to eat?

- We await the Count of Monte Cristo. - Who did you say?

The excellence of him The Count of Monte Cristo.

My friends, it is to him that I owe my life. He barely gave me a chance to thank him.

I feel happy today have it in front of everyone.

He never told me how he got me out from the hands of my captors.

I negotiated, Viscount.

What I was saying, money buys everything. Even the life of a man.

Maximilien Morrel my dear Count...

- that comes from... - Marseille, isn't it?

Are you a fortune teller?

Oh, I just heard her utter Named after a friend of mine, Lord Wilmore.

Sir, if Lord Wilmore is a friend of yours...

Oh Lord Wilmore is just a business partner.

Sometimes he advises me as to to aspects of my fortune...

...and since it's considerable that creates some links.

Tell me, does your Monte Cristo only care about money?

...and while my servants and I chased them doing great pinwheels with our scimitars...

...the camels disappeared behind the dunes.

We only had to return to our tents under the desert stars and

...we shared the roast lamb most delicious, that I have ever tasted.

You are a born storyteller.

And what would have happened, if that terrible Sheikh Hadjira would have captured them?

I guess I would be in jail.

Is that all the effect it causes on you? It is obvious, Mr. Count, that you do not know anything about the prison.

Do you, sir... know?

You see, during the famous days of July, I was...

The days of July? Excuse my ignorance but... I was away from France for so long that...

The three days of sedition that they gave the throne to Louis Philippe.

Our friend, Beauchamp who had taken sides in his newspaper...

...was arrested by the rebels.

Like a common thief, Mr. Count.

I spent 3 days, 3 days and 3 nights in jail. You can imagine what I suffered...

for 72 hours.

Not intended to minimize your sufferings, Mr. Beauchamp...

I know someone who was thrown in the darkness of a dungeon during...

...175. 200 hours.

I vote for God. Tell us more.

That deserves an article in my newspaper.

Yes. Tell us...

No, no, no, you are very happy and carefree

...as to understand his desperation.

Why do you think so?

And what do you think of two young people who love each other...

...and that everyone wants to prevent it?

Well then ...

I'd rather tell you the story of the three camels of Benghazi.

Notice that one day I decided to buy a white camel...

He has conquered them all. They think it's amazing.

Even Beauchamp who has a tongue of viper says that he will have Paris at his feet

I am glad to do you honor Viscount. Is now my turn to ask permission to withdraw.

Not before introducing him to my parents. They want to express their gratitude.

Especially my mother.

Did you tell your mother about me? What did she tell him?

That she is eager to meet him.

And me too.

My father loves horse racing. Will he make a horse run at the Jockey Club?

It is unavoidable when he wants to shine in Paris.

Frankly, Viscount, I don't see who could overcome such a magnificent animal...

- And if well... - if well...?

No, nothing.

let me introduce you to the Count of Monte Cristo?

Mr. de Monte Cristo, at last you. I was desperate to meet you, sir...

It is to you that we owe...

They owe me nothing, ma'am. What I did was insignificant.

Anyone in my place...

Come closer, sir...

come closer. We drew the curtains because...

to the heat, but I want to see it with all the light.

Do not do it,

It's not necessary, that's fine.

The bright light hurts my eyes. I have nocturnal bird disease.

The reverberation of the sun over the deserts of Arabia...

...has somewhat affected my vision.

Have you traveled the Orient?

I lived there.

long time?

More than 20 years.

- The country is fascinating. - Yes, but cruel.

He is right, there they practice tortures of such refinement.

Just like in France.

Thank God we have abolished torture.

There are other ways to make a man suffer

Much less violent, no doubt...

But more atrocious since they can last for years.

Oh well, what a conversation!...

...and that we had gathered to rejoice.

¿Señor de Monte Cristo, would you like a cup of coffee?

But hey, what's wrong with you?

Do you feel bad, mom? You are very pale.

No, it's nothing. The heat is to blame.

It is this end of summer that drowns me.

I hope you have chosen your address in the banks of the Seine, lord of Monte Cristo.

The river is so refreshing.

At least when not infested with the miasma.

By the way, where do you reside?

At the Monte Cristo Hotel.

No doubt, but where is it?

In an excellent location that I still don't know.

Leave it at that, sir. Anyway, I was going to lose like always.

I play only to make Fernand happy.

You don't like chess?

My wife believes that the games do not end.

It's true. For example, who speaks to them, started one 20 years ago.

And it's not over yet?

It will soon come to an end.

In fact, my opponent is already in checkmate, but he doesn't know it yet.

It is the most beautiful part of the game.

Yes, come in.

I have something for the Count of Monte Cristo, from a certain Mr. Bertuccio.

Yes, he is my assistant. excuse me. The Monceau plain.

Excuse me?

Here it is. He had asked me for my address, I live on the Monceau plain.

It's almost out of town.

Loneliness.

I am used to it.

It's up to you, ma'am, to drive away that loneliness

...with a visit, from time to time.

Don't get me wrong when you say goodbye, I have to go to the Palace of Justice.

I promised the attorney Villefort Go listen to your request.

Mr. Villefort?

Are you no longer in Marseille?

He was posted to Paris long ago... How long ago, Mercados?

Almost 20 years.

20 years have already passed!

- Would you like to hear it? - I didn't dare ask him.

I hope now, ma'am...

...his discomfort is gone.

My God, yes, I... yes.

And who is that Gervaise Rebuffet? who are they judging today?

She is an abortionist.

But what does her crime matter? You know, Justice is like a Spanish bullfight.

The bull is the way in which the matador is glorified.

This woman... But what do I say, 'woman'...

Does she deserve to be called a woman?

- This murderer of children. - You can't say that.

The word "child" is not correct. I remind the Court that the Rebuffet woman,

she is not charged with infanticide, but...

A maker of angels.

A beautiful expression to define the most diabolic of all crimes.

Gervaise Rebuffett...

has killed the children of the most horrible,

and most disgusting of ways, since she killed them...

going to beat them in the very womb of her mother.

That temple of life...

...that she has desecrated.

That sacred asylum, among all asylums, she has violated it.

How many times have you destroyed wildly what it is...

to me, at least, the most precious thing in the world?

A child.

Even if it was just one time, it would be one more time.

The truth is that when the guillotine blade...

...the reach Gervaise Rebuffet... you will not be... an angel,

because his place is in hell.

If you wish to attend the execution...

...I can get you a permit to attend.

unfortunately you have to do it quickly, but...

It must be great to see do justice on the job.

Dear friend, you have just done honor once again to his reputation.

I have not needed to force my talent, when it comes to childhood...

His Excellency, the Count of Monte Cristo.

Monsieur Villefort, King's attorney.

Allow me to leave you for a moment. I have to go to the archive to pick up a document...

where I have certain interests.

It would not miss more.

- Who cleans here? - Excuse me?

This courtroom Who does the cleaning here?

I imagine that... the maids of the institution, I imagine. But why this question, Mr. Conde?

Have you not noticed how much the accused has cried?

Yes. To impress the jury, but it hasn't been much help.

It doesn't matter... I pity the person that I should rinse so many tears...

Those evaporate quickly.

The Castle of If.

The most terrible prison in the kingdom.

When I was in Marseilles I contributed to send some guests.

Why did you leave Marseille? Didn't like it?

An embarrassing question. But I will forget my modesty and I will answer:

I was promoted.

For the services rendered?

Well... yes, naturally.

- Who? - Who?

Well, to justice, sir. To justice, which is the only one I serve.

Excuse me if I seem indiscreet.

It is the first time that I am before a prosecutor.

He is impressed.

- That's only natural. - That intrigues me.

You who have inflicted on your fellow men such terrible sorrows...

...has he never been able to feel... a doubt?

- Any doubt? - Yes.

And regrets?

The defendant must have remorse, sir.

I do not.

Do you ever regret anything?

Never.

That makes me not have any fear...

to appear before the court of god to be judged in due time

Well...

No, I have my conscience to myself.

I swear neither do I.

I am not afraid of death.

Only... if it comes too soon...

...and stops me from carrying out a great project that I have sworn to fulfill.

A big project?

You will find it amusing. "Do justice".

- Do justice, you? - I.

You can't do it, sir.

What a mess it would be if everything the world do justice!

Not because you are just anybody.

But to do justice there are magistrates.

Oh calm down, I have no intention to replace human justice.

- But there is another. - Of course I do.

Mr. Attorney, of course I do.

It's the one we just talked about. God's justice.

excuse me.

My daughter Valentine, Lord the Count of Monte Cristo...

What is the reason for me make this nice surprise visit?

It is that, my dear father, I have just received such unexpected news. I have heard that...

Oh you can speak before the Lord Monte Cristo.

He has just announced that he intended to occupy the place of god And since God already knows everything...

So whatever you say It will surprise Mr. Conde.

It is true that Mr. Franz d'�pinay who should have serve a whole year as an officer in Algeria...

...will you return to Paris soon?

It is true that I have used my relations to get your early return.

So sir, you will be the first to know that...

my daughter Valentine and the young viscount Franz d'�pinay will be engaged shortly.

I would not want my presence to prevent the lady de Villefort give free rein to his joy...

I would like to apologize to the Count de Morcerf?

I definitely find it everywhere?

And what the hell does young Morrel come here to do? At his age young people prefer cabarets instead of courts.

- Do you have a problem? - No, sir, none.

Not at all. Available to you, Mr. Count.

What is happening?

The worst that can happen to us. Franz d'�pinay come back from Algeria. Go Go.

Pay attention.

Mr. Attorney, I beg you. He is all I have. Don't kill me.

Grace to him, sir, grace!

What did he want?

grace for his son that he will be executed tomorrow.

But don't let that make you sad.

Welcome home, sir.

You will be satisfied with the new house. Is beautiful. Bertuccio has done well.

- And your men, are they well accommodated? - Don't worry about us.

I made him travel very far Muhammad. I would like to pay you back.

The only upset is the boy Hassan who is sad.

-Why is he sad? - Because I can't see the sea.

For tomorrow I want you to hire some workers to dig a pond, as extensive as possible.

Let the papyrus grow all over the shore. Just like in Alexandria...

...may its water be blue and full of fish.

I seem to be reading the bible ''And God created the earth and the water''

It's for little Hassan... who I try to be god He misses the sea.

Ah, that's right, this is very different from Marseille, Mr. Conde.

Here it has about thirty rooms,

The kitchen has a chef, a salsa master,

a pastry chef and 7 pinches, huh?

Take note.

My people will have one day off per week.

A whole day? That's too much in Paris, the habit is that the servants do not have...

This house is mine and in my house you live according to my law.

Yes, but that's surprising.

I hope so.

That is to surprise, amaze, astonish, fascinate and ultimately confuse, that is why I have come to Paris.

Close the door

- Do you know who I am? - If you want me to know, yes, I know.

But if you want me not to know, I don't know...

Say my name, Bertuccio. My real name.

I haven't heard it for a long time.

Are you sure? Won't you regret it?

I beg you...

give it to me

Captain Edmond Dantes, I am under his orders.

Captain Edmond Dantes.

How good it is to hear it!

Well, yes, but... also dangerous. If someone recognizes it.

Impossible, the mask is perfect. Not even Villefort has recognized me.

Okay, his physique has changed, but his voice?

By not listening to the cries of innocence of Edmond Dant�s...

...Villefort did not run the risk of recognize the voice of Monte Cristo.

Very good for Villefort, but her?...

she?

The former girlfriend of Captain Dantes.

Mercédés is so beautiful.

More than before perhaps.

I heard that sometimes... the suffering beautify people.

She suffered it, if only a little.

Apparently, he is happy with this existence. Brilliant and to whom she however she was not destined.

If you had seen her run for her ship, she barefoot and with her hair loose...

... a true savage.

Where did those suns go?

How gloomy is the night in Paris now!

Yes, but your stars here are theater lamps...

... the lights of the breweries, the taxis that light up the streets...

bertuccio...

I need a woman.

Do you want me to get you a woman?

Yes, a woman to carry the theaters, the breweries...

... to take her hand to help her get into the car.

It is you who gave me the idea, and the desire.

I talk too much. is a typical Italian defect.

perhaps a beautiful woman not an essential accessory...

for a rich foreigner on vacation in Paris?

How to be credible without a woman by my side?

But I don't know her tastes.

The only thing I demand...

... is that none of that remember Merc�d�s de Morcerf.

You have to be blonde, then.

And rather pulling doll than wild.

Her eyes will be blue.

Could have an accent. But that is not Spanish.

And lastly, she should not be a countess.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

My name is Bertuccio.

- We can chat? - Of what?

I think I found a model really interesting.

The model... Baroness Caroline de Jouy-Maubert? Is the lady baroness that you call a model?

Ah she is she baroness? It is perfect.

Because if she had been a countess she would not have nothing to do but baroness yes, it's perfect.

But if she is my employer, piece of rascal, parasite. Come down, come down.

Stop... stop. She's going to scare the horses.

My respects madam baroness and all my sorrows

Too bad, Madam Baroness would have It was perfect, really perfect.

My lord Barn, how do you, a great banker can be so timorous?

Because finally Danglars. The railway is the future, everyone says so.

Mr. Arago says otherwise.

And Mr. Arago is the physicist largest of its time.

And what does he say? he, Mr. Arago he says that when the railways of him ...

...enter a tunnel at a speed of 30 km per hour...

... the pressure will kill all the passengers.

I'm sorry but I have not formed the Bank Danglars to contribute to such an atrocity.

I am an honest man, aware and responsible. tell me sir...

Who mentioned rolling the railways at that one speed? The 17 kilometers per hour that are currently reached...

They are for the descent, Danglars, only for the descent.

Can't you see I'm in a meeting?

Barón, this gentleman says that it would be a inconvenient to make him wait more than 10 minutes.

Let him go then.

The Count of Monte Cristo? I have never heard of such a bird.

I know.

I have heard that it is a kind of Italian aristocrat or something...

... who has just arrived in Paris.

I understand. One more ragged. Another poor immigrant.

Napoleon wanted to invade Europe and now It turns out that we are the invaded.

Error Barn.

The fortune of this Monte Cristo it has the reputation of being colossal.

Absolutely colossal.

And... he intends to invest in danglars bank?

That changes everything.

Excuse me. We will continue later.

Of course, his reputation has reached my ears.

It is an honor and a pleasure Give him a welcome.

And... now, to business. Tell me Mr. Conde...

What amount was he planning to trust us with?

No amount, sir.

No amount?

I have not come to bring money, Mr. Barón.

- I have come to ask you. - Me?

Well, yes. Aren't you a banker?

Yes, of course.

I bring a warning letter from the house of Thomson and French...

and it allows me unlimited credit on his bench. Here, read it all.

An unlimited credit? What does that mean...unlimited credit?

It looks very clear, I think.

This means that during my stay in Paris

that I have it planned It lasts an average of a year...

...I can withdraw from your bank the money you want.

That is something unheard of.

You have to believe that Thomson and French when I introduce myself to you,

...puts all his trust in the solvency of your establishment

However, sir...

...If the Danglars bank does not have the capacity enough to honor the credit...

...well, I'm going to inform Thomson and French, and will move the business to another bank.

Wait, wait. Don't rush.

There is no reason to antagonize Thomson and French...

...one of the most important correspondents in Europe.

However, that word limitless...

Well let's see, tell me. How much do you think you need?

At this moment? I would say...

Let's see... let's put a large amount...

- A million? - A million?

It is something considerable, but that being covered by Thomson and French...

A million?

Don't thank me.

It's huge but Danglars bank is recent and we have to build a reputation...

Six.

Six what?

Six millions.

You want six million francs?

To get started.

Six millions...

Of them 500,000 francs immediately at my disposal.

Half in gold, half in bills.

500,000, just like that, right now?

Lord... just like the words "Unlimited credit" have a meaning...

...the word 'Immediately' also has another meaning.

You receive one of the richest men in the world...

...and instead of taking him to fill the vaults, let me empty them.

It will make them laugh at you.

You know nothing of big finance, my good friend.

I know. I'm useless to you. Not even to give him a child.

- He had already reproached me. - I have never asked for a child.

- A woman would have filled me the same as a child. - Don't be a hypocrite.

I know very well that you want a son to succeed you.

Of course I am sad to think that the bank Danglars after me, will pass into foreign hands.

Don't worry. The young man Morcerf will rescue the bank from him.

His father is very rich to allow him a toy...

And the Morcerfs are by no means foreign hands.

What do you mean?

That it is always comfortable for a banker have a pair of France on your sleeve.

A couple from France with whom one has made barabasadas in Marseilles.

What bullshit, what bullshit?

Come to bed, Herminie. We are going to the Jockey Club tomorrow.

Will his famous Monte Cristo be there?

I guess so.

Is she going to run?

I gave him his six million recently.

From here to tomorrow you can not buy a Thoroughbred, train him, hire a jockey...

No, Monte Cristo is rich but... he is not god.

Was it Abbot Faria who taught you chemistry?

With all the greater is the merit since there we did not have...

no means of verifying the accuracy of the formulas.

Our laboratory was here.

And what is he going to do with all this?

To begin, I am going to ridicule the Count of Morcerf beating him in the Jockey Club race.

- And with what horse? -Noiraud

- Noiraud? - Yes, it is what you are going to inscribe with the name of Pharaon.

A new name will not make it faster.

Sounds good, but he's an old jerk. It will not last less than 10 meters.

You will throw the content of this test tube in your trough.

Is it some kind of restorative?

You have in your hands the capable elixir to transform a simple spark,

into a shining star

Is it known to whom this Pharaon belongs?

An Englishman, a certain Lord Wilmore.

- Have you seen it? How does it look? - He wasn't even present at the racetrack.

Admirable. Defeated by a ghost Englishman...

...whose horse looks like a horse skeleton.

But Mr. Conde, it's not the horse's fault.

I'm sad for you Fernand. I know how much What did this race mean to you?

Not just for me. danglars had wagered 3,000 francs on my horse.

Villefort also opted for my colors. I have been ridiculed.

Well, you stop cleaning it.

- Tomorrow I will have her sacrificed. - But, Mr. Count...

Things are like that. be defeated by a horse that in all evidence is a jerk...

...Janine is not worth what it costs me.

- Take her to the slaughterhouse tomorrow. - But it is not fair.

It's not the horse. The other was better.

Get rid of her or I kill her myself.

Get my car hitched, I have to get out.

Where are you going? How do you come out, now It's time to sit down to eat.

You ruined my appetite.

amazing.

Shall we stop here, Madam Countess?

We are going.

Where do you want to go, Mrs. Countess?

Take me anywhere. But do it quickly. I don't know what's wrong, the air is stifling tonight.

It is true that the Countess of Morcerf she is undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

It is clear that her father intervened...

to bring Franz d'�pinay to Paris before finishing his work in Algeria

...evidently to hasten his wedding to him.

Trust me Maximilien, that marriage will not take place.

- It is you that I will marry. - Your father will not allow it.

� He l has ambitions for you. And I am too poor to be in his ambition.

Poor, but you are not that poor. You're not a shipowner, you didn't have boats?

Misfortune has entered our house.

Our ships sank one after another. I only have one boat... the Pharaon.

Well, buy more.

And with what money?

I just spoke with Baron Danglars about my plans...

Forget Danglars. We have an ally, my grandfather.

For him, d'pinay is a cursed name. He will do everything so that he never calls me d'pinay.

What can he Valentine do?

Your tenderness for him makes you forget the state you are in...

after your embolism. he is Paralyzed, can't even speak.

He makes himself understood by winking.

My last chance is the Count of Monte Cristo. He is rich and generous.

I don't know why but he esteems me. maybe Could you lend me some money... I could...

not him His fortune is too big to be honest.

My father has ordered an investigation.

Be careful Maximilian. Don't endanger your company into a man who could be arrested.

Yes, note that differently, Madame de la Richardais is not bad at all.

But who is Madame de la Richardais?

You gave me a mission to find...to find...

Be a lover, that's what they're called.

Well, let's say that her future lover... and when I say future I mean a 31-year-old possible lover and her name is...

Camille de la Richardais. She is blonde and her virtue is immense.

I know the virtue of women...

- That woman is insanely faithful. -And in that case, what will we do with her husband?

No, she is committed to the memory of her husband of her Madame Camille de la Richardais is a widow.

- Widow, at 31 years old? - A duel gone wrong.

She is an angel, she lives cloistered in her house in Auteuil. He only goes out on Fridays to go to confession.

Great, let's go see your angel.

Domimus vobiscum, dear brother.

Huh? Who are you, how did you get in?

Through the door that was open, as belongs to the house of God.

It's open because I'm waiting for someone.

A penitent? Your penitent of the Friday Madame de la Richardais?

- But... how do you know? - I am your uncle.

Does that girl have a priest uncle?

- A Jesuit. - Oh my god.

Allow me to replace it to hear her confession?

you would do me a great favour.

Since you never know when your darling will come niece to reconcile with our lord...

I, with my rheumatism and my pleurisy, forced to wait in this church so humid...

Well then, go back to your chancel.

It will do him well to read the breviary by the fire.

Thank you, my dear brother.

If you look bored waiting for his dear niece,

here you will find some books.

I no longer know where to put my books.

I recommend, particularly...

... this monograph I wrote about the boar... Varaha in the Hindu tradition...

... based on their Hyperborean origins.

It is entertaining. I'll see.

I see that you have a collection from the newspaper "El Mensajero"

I will gladly consult the year 1815.

Yes, it is the year of my ordination.

''The mystery concerning the assassination in Paris of general d'pinay"

"Suspicions that could not be confirmed fell about Mr. Noirtier, domiciled in Rue Coq-Heron..."

"...whose Bonapartist ideas they oppose him to general d'�pinay.

"It is known that he had sworn to prevent by all the means that the ex-emperor Napoleon...

''...set foot in France again''

Faria was right with the map of the island of Elbe.

Villefort believed that I read that letter.

When he sent me to prison he killed two sparrows with one blow.

She protected her father from him and gave service to the monarchy.

That was why he was well rewarded.

Forgive me my Father because I have sinned.

You are not alone.

My respects Mr. Attorney.

Well Boville...

Has our little investigation progressed?

With prudence, Mr. Attorney.

We do not want to arouse suspicion in the Count of Monte Cristo.

I dedicate myself to gather as many of information as possible.

With whom?

My agents have identified a man who knows him very well.

A Jesuit priest named Busoni.

He lives behind San Sulpi�s and I will meet him tonight.

A priest? Prudence with the priests.

The procurator only has the king as master.

Parents have god.

Today sir, everyone knows that god is only a concept.

We must distrust...

let's not get caught for our concepts.

You are going to deny me absolution, are you not, my father?

But I can't resist.

That is not a sin, ma'am.

He likes lamb shanks, he loves rabbit stew and eel.

He has never been able to resist a good dozen oysters sedan.

Also cries with joy in front of a well-fried chorizo...

or melts for cakes cherry And what with that?

Why the hell dare say you take god?

Stop thinking that God is a killjoy.

A creator who put so much beauty in the world.

he cannot be someone gloomy and petty.

He is interested in his soul.

True... But what you wear his mouth does not matter to god.

Above all, such a beautiful mouth, madam...

O my Father!

Sorry to bother you.

Understand that I did not come here for money.

All I ask is that you speak with Baron Danglars...

...so that he agrees to review his position.

I'll check it out, boy. I assure you that I will review it.

Let's make him see and review things to our dear Mr. Danglars.

It's late sir. You must prepare.

Sorry, I forgot. for you every night It's a party. What a beautiful life his.

Where will I go tonight? to the opera? To the Italians?

Tonight, I play.

Yes, by playing he will play loud and clear. I'll see if Boville stops him.

To stop me... I will have to know who I am.

Yes sir, does he know you?

�Because he was mayor of prisons and Have you ever inspected the Castle of If?

If Merc�d�s did not recognize me, Boville, will not be the exception.

A woman in love is one thing,

a policeman is different.

What woman in love are you talking about?

If Merc�d�s had loved Edmond Dant�s, she would not have married Fernand.

So... you want to know who it is The Count of Monte Cristo?

Who is he really?

Assuming my father... that you know him.

Count...

...he is one of my penitents.

interesting. Extremely interesting.

but i'm bound by the secret of confession.

Irritating, very irritating.

But I can make you... a little revelation.

Excellent, excellent.

One word is enough sir. This man...

... he is the devil.

- How do you understand it? - Like you...

But I don't really believe in the devil.

I hope he doesn't shock you...

No, but he surprises me. I thought you had met him.

To hell?

No, to the damned. In any case, never Have you descended into hell, Monsieur de Boville?

When you did inspection in jail, for example...

He doesn't remember the screams, the moans...

...the complaints and howls of despair?

Is he like all the others, or is he short of memory?

And you... how do you know these things?

I was one of those condemned.

His name of him...?

I am Abbot Faria.

Faria, Faria, Faria? That reminds me of something.

The Chateau d'If, Boville.

You will have to pay for the Chateau d'If.

For his indifference to suffering.

One day, you will have to pay. Not in front of me, but in front of God.

God does not exist. I'm sure he doesn't exist.

Dinner is served.

- What do we have on the menu tonight? - You had asked for a cream of watercress...

...followed by an appetizer of buckshot with cabbage....

And a rhubarb compote...

...But at the price that the buckshot at the Auteuil market...

the lady will have to be content with watercress and rhubarb.

Well, I'll do as if we were in lent, that's all.

The Count of Monte Cristo asks for your forgiveness in such an extraordinary way...

to appear before you.

Since he arrived in Paris, it doesn't happen a day without hearing about you

Desperating for maybe never meet you...

at the opera or the Italians, or together with the majesty of him the king...

But how could I get out, sir? death of my husband has plunged me into destitution,

I had to sell all my jewelry and my clothes.

The fact is that the unfortunate Count of Monte Cristo, not tolerating not being able to meet her,...

I resolved to do what so often he saw practice in the east...

where to approximate a person deemed inaccessible...

...one transports his Caravan right to his door.

My Caravan, lady, whose simplicity I will have the goodness to excuse.

Honestly sir, I don't understand all this, but...

as so many good things await us...

Would you like to come to the table?

- Sophie, serve us. - Leave it at that, ma'am

I also thought about the service...

Oh, what is that? I'm dying of impatience to try.

Oh give me some of that stuff black, the one with the metal cup

It's Caviar, ma'am, and the cup is silver-gilt.

And you, sir, don't you prove anything? In the beginning, some flavors are disconcerting...

but then, everything is absolutely delicious.

I devour her with my eyes. With that's enough to satiate me.

And to think that tonight was doomed to watercress and rhubarb.

Still I wonder: Why does he do all this?

I already told her, to get to know her better.

I am too poor for their interest. When find out how I live, you will be disappointed.

My only disappointment ma'am is that I still don't have access to her beauty.

Bertuccio.

Come on Bertuccio wake up, come on.

But it's still dark.

We must hurry, it will be a very busy morning.

I want you to send to Auteuil the best tailor in Paris,...

the most inspired hairdresser, the most prestigious jeweler. No matter what it costs, I have unlimited credit.

- Sir... - Yes?

That means dinner at Auteuil...

...did you find it nice?

Exquisite Bertuccio, she was exquisite.

Come on, more energy, come on.

And the Telegraph network includes more than 534 stations...

...towers, dovecotes, old towers or church steeples...

...allow a network of 24 of the most important cities in France.

As you can see, I'm in charge the last relay before Paris.

The progress is admirable. You must be proud to work here.

Of course I do, except that you have to climb up there.

One of these days I'll break my neck.

Not counting the winter wind let it blow through the tower...

...colds are the order of the day.

Yes, I can imagine.

But do they pay you a fee for it?

- How much do you earn in the year? - 1000 francs sir

Of course they give me lodging and as you can see I have a piece of land to grow my vegetables.

But at 1000 francs it is misery.

When I can't get up here, How am I going to live?

I think the administration of the telegraph will pay him a pension.

Yes, what a pension!

And if you offer him 25,000 francs?

That's a fortune... But what does he want in return?

Send a message that will dictate to you.

impossible is forbidden. I only transmit messages coming from another telegraph.

�30,000?

�35,000?

Go. No more steps, no north wind.

At least it won't be immoral the message you want to send?

It's about justice, it's not immoral.

My respects Mrs. Svenet. �Glad to have bought the Guignangur hat shop?

I told him it was a good deal.

My dear Mr. Tucherer, a fortune is made in the trade of hoops and jump ropes?

Ah, Beauchamp.

I just got a message to my writing via air telegraph.

Come on

And I immediately thought: ''This is for Lord Baron Danglars''

How much is Beauchamp going to cost me this time?

You see, I recently started seeing a ballerina who is absolutely adorable.

But... that she is a bit she already knows...

200 francs will be enough to feed the ballerina of it.

She is a perfect woman in everything.

Except for the teeth. Unfortunately they are very long.

Come on, you can go up to 500...

300.

With that fee to the poor girl he will have no choice...

...than staying on the street.

That's all they do. Now give me the message.

"King Don Carlos exiled in Bourges returns to Spain. Catalonia is on the brink of war.

''Cities like Barcelona...''

They have revolted... placing themselves under the Carlist flag.

Spain is plunged into chaos.

We have 500,000 francs in the Spanish stock market.

When the newspaper publishes the news of the Spanish revolution...

...your coupons will be worth what the paper is worth.

Unless I sell them first. Thank you Beauchamp.

Decidedly Mr. Danglars, you are the true engine of the Stock Market.

The Baron has unleashed a storm with the total sale of its Spanish shares.

Anyway, what an insight! Given that except who knew how to read in the coffee wells

Who could have predicted this upheaval in Spain?

Agreed, but, if the King Don Carlos was no more than an ephemeral flare...

... and if he did not manage to snatch the crown from Spain to Isabelle second?

With the information we have received sir there is no doubt.

Before tonight, Don Carlos will have crossed the Sierra de Guadarrama.

And he will make his triumphal entry into El Escorial.

All my congratulations Barn, seriously.

I hope in your haste you have not sold in loss all his Spanish shares.

- Yes, I did my dear Count, but... the loss is minimal. - Really?

Nothing to do with the unfortunate...

...who still have Spanish shares in their portfolio.

Mr Danglars, it is absolutely I need to talk to you. Oh Beauchamp

My dear Beauchamp. Is his little ballerina happy?

It's not about my dancer. see, finish e publish the latest edition of 'Messenger'

- Oh yeah? - Posting a denial,

King Don Carlos has never left Bourges.

I didn't leave Bourges, why not, why not?

But then...

Well nothing. Don Carlos is in Bourges, Isabelle II in Madrid.

And Spain continues playing the castanets...

serene and calm under her beautiful sun.

It is not a joke. if yesterday you it showed me a message that...

That it was false news.

It seems that the telegraph he had a dementia attack.

I fled, leaving only his post. Look, it's all here.

Spanish loans, Loans Spanish, Spanish loans.

I buy, I buy, yes, yes, yes, I buy.

Anything that contradicts Barn?

Within an hour Conde, the Spanish loans they will probably recover or even bend...

its cost yesterday.

Which means we have lost by selling them and by not winning with its revaluation...

...these damn Spaniards they will cost a million francs.

He is... a rich Italian count.

Mr. Monte Cristo is not Italian. His origin is from the island of Malta.

Are they sure? I have heard that he is Turkish.

When I think my father was invited to the royal box.

It makes me want to have been Guest too, aren't you ma'am?

Please Valentine, I told you not to call me ma'am. I have been your father's wife for a long time so that you and I...

Let's pretend we were the best friends in the world Yes, I know.

I already saw the Count of Monte Cristo. Does he already have his own opera box?

No. It is because I felt compelled in consideration of what you did for our son...

...that I begged him to share ours.

The Hughenots. Music by Mr. Meyerbeer.

Libretto by Mr. Scribe.

Oh yes, The Hughenots. I have a feeling that this It will be another exciting evening.

Don't you have something more interesting What to say, Mr. Attorney?

Yes, I am responsible for your justice, Not your amusements.

In the reign of my predecessors I It seems that they thought more about having fun.

Today France is obsessed with getting rich.

I don't rule French...

...I raise obese calves.

Always those same thick necks, those same chubby shoulders.

Ah, finally someone new.

Who is the person in the box at the Count de Morcerf, I think I saw it before?

He is a foreigner who has just arrived in Paris.

With pleasure I would present it to his majesty...

But it is better to wait research results.

investigations?

It's a formality. we just need know where his immense fortune comes from.

...I don't see why, Mr. Attorney wealth is incompatible with honor.

Why are people always under suspicion? When does he let his wealth show a little?

Suspect me that I also have fortune.

But you are the king.

That's what they said to Louis XVl. So leave the Count of Monte Cristo alone.

In addition Mr. Morcerf he has invited you to his box.

Is that not enough for your morale? For mine, yes.

Do you already know the King?

Don't be envious lady. You know me better.

Me? It's the third time I've seen him.

Too late. The drama began.

Thank you sir... I am so happy to be here.

And you deprive me of the luxury of going to the opera precisely the afternoon, when the King is there.

Oh my dear friend, when you lose a million is like losing someone close.

You have to spend time with decency to stay at home.

You give yourself more importance than you deserve.

Who cares that you have lost a million?

Anyway...

I plan to redo myself... with this.

Mr. Wilmore has written to me.

To propose to invest in the Zacatecas gold mines in Mexico.

At the sources of the river... Aguanaval.

Do you know... that Mr. Wilmore?

Not personally.

But because of him I lost 3,000 francs in the races, for which he owed me compensation.

But don't worry, Mr. Wilmore is the main shareholder of Thomson and French.

A house in which we have full confidence.

In the intermission, when I introduced myself to Your Majesty, I nearly died of confusion.

Why ma'am? A king is like any man.

You are not a man like the others. You fascinate everyone.

And you, how do you see me?

With infinite appreciation.

But... take this off me already...

I was happy and proud to wear it, but it's too good for me.

That necklace is yours, ma'am. If you don't want it, sell it.

And use the money to fix the roof of your house.

No, I don't want to spend money on that house. On the contrary, if I could I would get rid of her...

I never understood why my poor husband was so obsessed...

to the point of getting into debt to buy the house.

I think he was proud...

to live in a house that It belonged to the Saint-M�ran.

The Saint-M�rans of Marseille?

- Do you know them? - By name, by name.

I know it was an old family that faithfully served the Crown of France.

H�l�ne, daughter of Saint-M�ran, was the first wife of attorney Villefort.

That cold-eyed man who was in the king's box.

So M. Villefort will have lived here?

Yes probably, but... for seasons, like a country house.

He doesn't want to go in to warm up before returning to Paris?

Sophie started the fire.

It's a little early for play with fire lady.

You are right, above all that today is Thursday.

Which means that tomorrow is Friday, and that is the day I go to confession.

His confession will be lighter. If I bravely face the cold of the night...

...without giving in to the temptation to enter.

What were you going to steal with? you're caught, certain thief, piece of scoundrel.

let me look at your face, stop see if you wanted to kill someone.

The excellence of him make a mistake, I'm not so animal as to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs.

I've only come to talk business.

With whom, with whom?

With the guy who lives here, for God's sake.

what do you say? You must have the wrong address.

It's that I have a secret. It's a secret worth its weight in gold.

Who do you think you're dealing with miserable?

I'm going to crush your head, but now.

Leave it, leave it alone Bertuccio.

do you see?

You put your feet on the ground.

Do you have a secret to sell?

- Are you interested? - Introduce yourself tomorrow at the address I'm going to show you...

...tell me the story and I swear you will be well paid

An address?

- Isn't it the address of the blues perhaps? - It's that of a priest.

Busoni.

Abbot Busoni, I knew they were sending me into a trap Have mercy, sir priest.

In the name of Jesus and his Holy mother, don't send me back...

to prison?

The last time we saw each other I left you Rich with a diamond I gave you...

which was worth about 50,000 francs.

A treasure that would have allowed you to have a honest or at least happy existence.

Yes, yes. But she was my servant. It was her fault. The diamond drove her crazy.

He tried to steal it from me, and like me I had a knife within arm's reach...

Shut up! It's always the same song anyway.

Baseness, abandonment, infamy, They all make me nauseous... by dint of...

Come on Caderousse, let's get it over with...

I had to make some revelations...

It is not for you, Mr. Abbot. it's a secret that it is only good to make someone sing and...

Speak! Or I will release you to the justice of the Men, waiting for God's.

I am forced to accuse a judge...

- Well... a solicitor. - Villefort?

How do you know?

It doesn't matter, continue.

Through his in-laws, Villefort had a house in Auteuil.

To do what he wanted, without being bothered.

And what did Villefort do?

The things that a priest never does.

Love.

With whom?

Herminie Danglars, a banker's wife.

- Together they had an unknown son. - How incognito, without Danglars knowing?

- No. -Didn't you see that his wife...?

When she began to put on weight, the Danglars said that he was going to take the waters.

When the creature was born, Villefort and the Danglars believed her dead.

It is useless to say that they liked it very much... without a baby, there would be no scandal.

Villefort put the newborn in a box and at night he ran to bury him... in the garden.

Thinking that no one would see it.

But that night a homeless man was passing by those places and I thought they buried a treasure.

As soon as Villefort left...

- Our tramp... - He found the baby, warmed him up, revived him...

... and raised him as if he were her own son.

And how do you know all that, Caderousse?

That child inherited it as partner in Toulon prison.

His adoptive father told her the secret of his birth...

And Toussaint told me.

Oh yes, Toussaint. because i guess They found it on All Saints' Day.

But... In jail, why...?

He arrived there for having visited some beautiful properties where he had not been able to live.

Funny, for the son of the attorney.

- We ran away together. - How much?

Worth its weight in gold... Villefort and the Danglars would be willing to go up to...

Yes, but I'm just a poor priest,

I don't buy your story, I rent it to you.

How do you rent it to me?

For 500 francs a month.

For six months, neither Toussaint nor you...

they will tell no one.

After that, do what you want.

Well my dear...

Is she aware?

I have the same letter an hour ago.

''Madame de la Richardais begs you to grant the honor of attending a picnic lunch...''

"that he will give it on his property in Auteuil"

- The day, etc., etc. - Anyway...

Repair that if she invites her it's normal... she's poor.

You are the wife of a banker Maybe he's a cock buster, but he doesn't know me.

Ah, she doesn't know anyone. He must have drawn up his list at random.

She is nothing more than a small peasant who her husband did not have time to gain weight ...

Not even get her pregnant, in fact.

Put the Queen of Spades on the King of hearts, my dear.

Of course not. I never play with the Queen of spades. It is a card that represents death.

In any case, I'm not going to that reception.

Return there, to that cursed house, It's more than I can handle.

I imagine you will understand.

- Nevertheless I will have to go, my dear Herminie. - Never.

Who knows if she's not a trap?

How could the Richardais set a trap for us?

If she is naive.

A picnic, isn't it lovely?

with a lot of people insignificant that we do not know?

This Camille de la Richardais is a total unknown.

I have been well informed. Her husband didn't even have the Legion of Honor.

But on the contrary, we are going to meet everyone...

...Well understood, since we are the only guests.

What do you mean by "We" Baron?

Well, we dear prosecutor, those of Marseille... Our jolly little band of yesteryear.

And... the only added piece will be the Count of Monte Cristo.

The tables will be placed here, under an awning.

What color is the awning?

White, evidently the color of innocence.

And the menu?

I want the same buffet, but exactly the same...

...than the one who prepared in Marseilles for the engagement by Edmond Dant�s and Merc�d�s Igualada.

The same dishes, the same wines, the same flowers.

For the flowers I remember that there were Mimosas.

Why play? They will recognize it.

How could they imagine that I am Edmond Dantés?

I myself sometimes doubt it. It seems to me that it was like a dream, in a book...

...like in another life.

In any case, Bertuccio, that moment will come one day.

And the day they finally recognize me...

it will be more terrible for them than for me.

Imagine sir that I just think something totally foolish.

In what, ma'am?

-I don't know his name. - My name?

Yes, sir. Anatole, Charles, Edouard or Paul. Everyone has a name.

What is the name of the Count of Monte Cristo? You have never told me.

really?

Really, I know what it is?

Could I tell you that my name is Athanase...

Or Chrysande, or...

But, the truth is that I think my parents were very giddy because they forgot to give me a name.

- Sir, that's terrible. - No, ma'am.

On the contrary, it is wonderful. You can call me whatever you want.

Does that mean that in short... I can baptize him?

Yes, and then what name will you choose?

Guess it... starts with 'E'

- Why for an 'E'? - To go out with what you are.

'E' as narcotic, 'E' as strange, 'E' as extraordinary, 'E' as terrific,

'E' as exceptional, 'E' as... hope.

Like Eric, Ernest, Etienne.

Or Edmond.

- ...Or Edmond... - That's what I chose.

No, I'm not presentable.

Well, you don't say anything? You don't like my dress?

You are glowing. maybe too much for this picnic...

... in that little girl's house... the Richardais.

Did you say "little"? You find her so fascinating to call her so familiarly that little one?

But Merc�d�s, what did the fly bite? I said that little one only...

...to point out their insignificance.

Last night, apparently the lady of the Richardais had a lovely dress...

I evidently did not see it, but the magazine of ladies and ladies published the designs and...

That she was wearing, yes, but as a tablecloth...

If the idea of ​​this meal disgusts you, we don't have to go. He will send a messenger presenting a card with excuses.

Yes, yes, we will go. The Count's presence of Monte Cristo will make the bad drink pass.

And it will certainly entertain us. He's so... original all the time.

Wow!

The cord of the Order of Saint Louis had not told me that...

That His Majesty sent it to me two days ago.

I don't give importance to these things.

Well I know. I am very proud of you.

Does that impress you? Tell your mother to hurry up. I've already ordered the hitch, the carriage is waiting for us.

You are glowing mom.

Isn't life wonderful?

This is not my day to do those scenes.

But I'm not doing Herminie scenes.

But if you want to play the stock market, take out your personal chest and not from the common box.

Do you know how much your speculation on Trieste shares?

Is it that you do not speculate?

No doubt... but I, my dear, do not improvise. I have the most skilful and the most informed of advisers....

Thanks to the Count of Monte Cristo I am the only banker French investing in the gold mines of Zacatecas.

So far that's not really a loan.

That's how women are, always impatient.

Give me the time to dig a little more Deep in Zacatecas and you'll see, you'll see.

Besides, Zacatecas is just an appetizer.

Monte Cristo has convinced me to invest a million on sturgeon fishing in St. Petersburg.

Russia will be our dish of resistance and I guarantee that we will enjoy.

They are coming!

- Oh my god, I'm so excited. - There's no reason for it.

If my husband saw me. To me your poor Camille receiving so many important people in my house.

However, you also have looks like this.

- You have that serious face that... - Me, a serious face, but why would I have it serious?

It's so jolly, ma'am, a lunch in the country.

Go. Come, come see how we have fun.

Ad... admire Mr. Prosecutor, admire the appearance of this little sausage that however is not,

since it is poutargues. That is, eggs pressed and salted and spiced fish

that will be tasted with a thread of olive oil olive oil, all sprinkled with pepper,

spread on a little piece of toasted bread, it is a delight.

Ah, Madam Countess, look at this treasure from here, for a delicate palate

It is an eel catigoto...

with celery and fresh tomato and bitter orange rinds...

Ah, I see that Mr. Barón is observing our assortment of payottes, sardines...

and red mullets.

Try it, Mr. Baron, try it, I beg you, you won't regret it.

What a singular idea, ma'am, it's a Marseilles menu.

It is an idea of ​​the Count of Monte Cristo. He doesn't like it?

I've been looking for something more original...

...than the everlasting pie, crust and salmon raviotte.

I thought it was because of... nostalgia.

Homesickness?

What nostalgia? to feel nostalgic I should have known Marseilles.

- And isn't that the case? - I only know everything about Marseille...

...traveler who stops for a few hours before embarking for the east.

Come admire my pond, Madam Countess...

... Mr. Monte Cristo gave me amazing water lilies...

...come from Japan. Precisely from the Kyoto Imperial Gardens.

No thanks ma'am. I never get close to the ponds. I don't like mosquitoes.

But I beg you...

Do not deprive others at my expense guest of that magical vision.

His childhood must have been an ordeal.

- Why? - The mosquitos.

They are especially fierce in the south, it seems.

- Was that why you left Marseille? - I left Marseille to follow my husband.

I imagine that Madame de la Richardais would do the same.

Wherever you go, she will go too.

Come on sir, don't defend yourself.

The other night at the opera, everyone We understand how you feel about her.

And I approve.

You won't be able to find one most delicious woman... of which...

It follows that you have waited a long time to love.

Also at twenty years old...

...They do nothing but nonsense.

Let's drink, for your happiness.

Thank you but no ma'am.

I don't want to be happy?

I have that right like any other man, maybe even more.

So, is it the wine that you reject?

If I wanted something, I would serve it myself.

You have lived in the Orient.

There it is customary that those who compare the same food...

...be friends forever.

By refusing the wine I offer you...

...you try to make me understand... who rejects my friendship then?

Why would it be ma'am...

...that I had a reason for it?

It is thanks to the generosity of the Lord of Monte Cristo...

...I have been able to bring a little joy back to this poor dwelling that had become so gloomy.

The paintings, the curtains and the furniture, everything has been changed.

- Everything... except the bedroom. - Sir, I will not show you...

You don't understand, I'm sure. that will fascinate you Come on follow me.

This room is permeated with something terrible, I've managed to talk Camille out of touching her.

Isn't that so why try to hide the past under a few blurs?

He always shows up, especially if she has been marked by horror.

I think they should continue the visit without me.

Are you not feeling well ma'am?

I think it's the heat.

I'll go get some fresh air in the garden. And it will be better that way.

Allow me to escort the young lady.

O Mr. Villefort, your duty as attorney she takes precedence over gallantry.

Don't be afraid, my wife will find the garden alone.

If there has been a crime, you should go see.

Words are powerless to describe the scene.

On the bed, where she gave herself so often at the whims of her mistress...

...Imagine a panting woman.

The hair is soaked with sweat.

Features disfigured by labor pains.

Next to her on her sheets... a baby.

That she doesn't move, that she doesn't cry.

You say the baby was dead?

How to know?

They did not call any doctor or a midwife, everything took place in the most total secrecy.

In any case... the Father will choose by the hypothesis that fixes everything...

because... if the child is dead, the scandal has every chance of being suffocated.

He seizes the inert baby and searches...

around him anything... that can be used as a coffin.

He sees... a small travel suitcase. Place the child inside, close the lock...

And only... that denatured father remains...

go down to the garden

It had rained all night and the earth was smooth. The grave will be easy to dig.

- What do you say to all this, Villefort? - What do I say...?

The attorney general is terrified.

Upset and it's logical. Such a monster must not be...

taken and sentenced in the courts and severely punished?

By a frustrated and brutal being we could understand such actions...

But the lord of Monte Cristo, we He claims that it is a remarkable.

Which is hard to forgive.

I apologize to the Count of Monte Cristo, but I don't believe a word from that fable that I recognize with talent...

he just told us.

Lord, how much it would relieve me if you were right.

Well, madam, it is evident, all these old mansions have their legends...

...their folklore... invented by boys fired for drunks...

...that they take revenge on their former masters spreading such slanders about them.

Be disappointed Mr. Prosecutor,

This story is true and I can prove it.

Go ahead, I challenge you to do it.

I assure you that you are missing something very good.

The Count told us a story that makes you shudder Come on.

Yes, come to hear the end.

Come on, watch your head.

I ordered the excavated garden to be dug right up to this exact spot.

- Where at last... - I had no right to desecrate a grave...

No, Mr. Prosecutor, I did not commit a violation because I did not find the skeleton of the child.

Just what I was saying was just a fable.

Look though...

The cook who plays gravedigger... Is it a play?

You see, Mr. Prosecutor, I wanted to do it right by returning to put it in its place we had dug it up.

I know that justice does not like people to destroy...

...or burn the evidence of the crime.

It's empty.

In fact, it is empty, today it is empty.

But... was it empty the night... it was buried?

Of course not.

Is it a crazy idea to bury an empty chest?

I think like you Barn. I think there was indeed a child there.

- You believe it, but can you prove it? - I do not.

- But you... - But why me?

Because it's your job to prove it.

Even if you don't have anything, you should there is an indication that allows it.

In any case, if the child did not die...

That means he was buried... alive.

And I might still be alive...

Even today.

Next to this couple so... diabolical...

...that Gervaise Rebuffet whose head just get, pass for an angel.

You only need to fill out an investigation, to find and punish the monsters...

...who committed this unspeakable act.

- Be careful lady, that's the hemlock. - Yes, I know.

That kind of plant is poisonous. Take it and wash your hands carefully.

Don't bother, Mr. Conde. I am used to.

Poisons, as you know, are They can control like everyone else.

Take hemlock, for example.

Mix it with clay and vinegar, it is sovereign to beautify the hair.

And adding a little salt...

restores their shine to tarnished silver cutlery.

I see that you are an expert.

My husband often had to sue some poisoners.

It's exciting what you learn Consulting the files of a process.

and this one?

Do you know her?

Digitalis purpurea.

Its leaves contain an alkaloid, digitalis which slows down the heart rate.

And that can cause deadly poisoning...

...in certain doses, of course..

To be effective, they must be collected in its second year of growth.

Flowers and death make a very good couple.

They say that... the word 'Garden'...

comes from an old word What does "paradise" mean?

...that is: beyond.

The truth is that I fear death terribly.

But why play with her?

But just Mr. Conde... it's not a game. It's a treatment... a therapy for anxiety.

Let's say I calm down... by putting death in jars, and make powders and ointments with it.

So I feel the impression of dominate her, to have her at my service.

Except that death lady... you can't lock up like a lion Are you sure you can master it?

Absolutely.

Also I check from time to time when, obey me well.

I experiment... with slugs, with caterpillars, with stray cats, with pigeons...

Thanks to which we have the garden neatest and cleanest in all of Paris.

Please my dear girl...

stop shaking like an excited little girl.

Think that before the fall you could already be married.

Regarding that, today I received a letter from Madame de Saint-Meran

Despite her grandmother's health... she has decided to come to Marseille to attend your wedding.

I will feel happy to see my grandmother again.

But that wedding may not take place.

Don't worry, nothing opposes her anymore.

Franz d'�pinay and I have finally met agreed on all points.

He haggled for a while about your dowry, but I made him count...

who entered the family more complete that can be found.

And in our times honesty worth more than a great fortune.

You are like me...

marriages have always made cry more than the burials.

Nobody bother me, there is no excuse.

I've been thinking about it all night.

The little bluish face of hers... the thin chest of his that didn't even rise.

My god, he he wasn't dead.

Apparently not.

How is that explained?

But you know that I am not a doctor.

I think he was maybe in a state called... deep torpor.

A kind of dream in which his vital functions are suspended.

So someone who saw him burying the suitcase would rush to unearth it...

And you didn't see anything?

See what?

After that terrible job I went back to her side, she was so nervous.

A stranger took our son... and revived him...

He pulled it against him and then took it away. was that?

Yes. That's probably what happened, yes.

And now? What should we do?

For what purpose?

What do you mean "For what purpose"? Well, that's my boy, he's my son.

You must find it.

Well let's see. If he's still alive, I should be like... 20 years old.

And with just this information, he asks me to... find him and bring him to the mansion?

Ah poor Herminie, France is a swarm of 20 year olds.

Although of course, a miracle could you help me find it.

What would your attitude be about your life?

Joy, knowing that she would meet her real parents.

You are the wife of a rich man.

I am not without fortune either.

So the interest of that... excellent boy would lead on the joy of the reunion.

And he would ask me for accounts.

Is she willing to see Baron Danglars...

... and confess to him that he gave another man the son he he has not ceased to claim him... during all his life?

I will tell her husband: my friend give him 2 � 3 million to this young man who is not yours...

Without him yelling at you that you cheated on him?

And for whom do you take men?

For what they are, my dear. Some interested.

Oh believe me Herminie.

Just as we have managed to forget each other... forget this story.

And if you're ever tempted to walk into one church... do not pray for the return of a resurrected.

Does he say that to a mother?

Let's not exaggerate, my dear. You were a mother as I was a father.

Accidentally.

How can she be so indifferent to me?

Why are you like this?

Is it because my idiot husband got Are you in a delicate situation?

Is he ashamed to be a friend of Baron Danglars's wife?

A "delicate situation" is an understatement, my dear.

Her husband is near bankruptcy.

Let's hope it's not a scam.

I would find it unpleasant to have one day they will demand against him.

Goodbye.

-Think about her partner. - What couple?

He was destroyed... first by his insistence on making me her lover.

And yesterday...

...the coup de grace... when they exhumed that terrible little suitcase...

I had nothing left.

But she does fit you, my dear...

A lot of money.

At least for the moment.

At our age, that's what counts.