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The Count of Monte Cristo

of the novel by

Denounced in 1815 in Marseilles
as a Bonapartist conspirator,

the sailor Edmond Dantès

spends 14 years in the
dungeons of the Château d'If.

Another prisoner, Abbé Faria

reveals to him before he
dies the secret of a treasure

buried in a cave on the
island of Monte-Cristo.

Dantès manages to escape and takes
possession of the fabulous treasure.

Tornado in the Count of
Monte-Cristo, in 1838 goes to Paris

and finds those responsible
for his misfortune there.

Former bookkeeper
Danglars, now banker;

the former fisherman
Fernand, now

and husband of Mercédès,
Dantes' former fiancée;

the former tailor Caderousse,
a convicted fugitive;

finally, Villefort, now the
capital's first magistrate.

Paris is dazzled by the
count's magnificence

but Dantès' revenge
is on the way.

The Earl of Morcerf's
honor is threatened.

Danglars Bank
suffers huge losses.

Villefort sees the resurgence
of a crime he once committed

and discovers that there
is a poisoner in the house.

Caderousse, meets death in
the dagger of an accomplice.

4th episode REVENGE

That night I was
at Auteuil's house.

Abbé Busoni had asked to

use my library
without disturbing

and about midnight he
heard noises in the hall.

He went upstairs with Ali, my
servant I left here just in case.

The Campos Elísios
district attracts bandits...

Your customers, Mr. Attorney.

Clients I couldn't do
without, Mr. Count.

- They keep him alive.
- And next?

Then our thief, who
thought his house was empty,

came out as he came in.

And when he came down
on the other side of the wall,

the accomplice he was
watching murdered him.

Abbé Busoni heard his screams,

ran into the street
accompanied by Ali

and they brought him here.

but he was a dying
man that the Abbé let die.

It's the stuff he dropped.

It looks surprising.

This Caderousse's
waistcoat is missing.

Why do you think he wore a vest?

The blade that hit him three
times left him in the wounds

threads of a brown fabric
different from the color of the shirt.

He's a good
detective, Mr. Attorney.

But does the Abbé's statement
mention the presence of the vest?

No, precisely.

I was going to ask
Abbé Busoni about this,

but the servant told me he went
to Lyon to look after a sick relative.

He expects to stay there for fifteen days.

So patience.

"I die murdered by
Corso Benedetto,"

"my fellow in fetter in Toulon"

"with the number 59."

I don't understand well.

Minister, tell me something.

When Morcerf went to Greece,
wasn't he already a general?

No, Mr. Duke.

It was just Colonel
Fernand Mondego.

But he already held the
title of Earl of Morcerf.

- Who promoted you to general?
- Janina's pasha, Ali-Tebelin.

gentlemen,

Mr. Marquis de
Bagville asks to speak.

gentlemen,

I have to tell you
something extremely serious

and that could be
painfully reflected

in honor of our
illustrious assembly.

I therefore ask for
your full attention.

The newspaper Impartial wrote

three weeks ago
about a French officer

in the service of
Ali-Tebelin, pasha of Janina,

who not only delivered
the citadel of Janina,

but he also sold his
benefactor to the Turks.

The name of this officer
at the time was Fernand,

as our distinguished
colleague said.

But the Impartial forgot,
perhaps out of discretion,

to add to this
proper name a title

of nobility and
the name of a land.

We are in a position to reveal

that it is Mr. Earl of Morcerf,
member of the House of Peers.

The honor of Mr. Morcerf is
also the honor of this House.

To put an end to
this scandal, I ask

that an investigation
be carried out

as fast as possible,

in order to undo the
slander before it grows

and restore the reputation
and dignity of Mr. of Morcerf.

The word is Mr. of Morcerf.

gentlemen,

I'm a soldier and I'd
rather spill my blood

to prove to my honorable colleagues
that I am worthy to sit among them.

I have documents here that
prove that Janina's pasha

honored me with his trust.

I can even say
with your affection

until the hour of your death,

for he had entrusted me with a
crucial negotiation with the sultan.

But unfortunately
the sultan made

fun of me and when
I returned to Janina,

Ali-Tebelin, my protector,
teacher and friend

he had already succumbed
to an assassin's dagger.

I could only save
the pasha's favorite

wife and his
daughter from death.

What became of those
two princesses, Count?

Bad luck followed
me, Mr. President.

On the day when he was to
embark with them for France,

were kidnapped and I never knew
what happened to the princesses.

Can you provide evidence
to support your claims?

The best proof I can
present is precisely

the total absence of testimonies

or any testimony that calls into
question my word as a soldier

and gentleman.

Mr. Count, we have a testimony
of considerable importance,

judging by the note that
has just been handed to me.

Bring in the person who wishes
to testify before the Chamber.

The message you were
kind enough to send me

claims he was an eyewitness

Janina's tragic events.

I was, in fact, although
very young at the time.

So, allow me to ask
you what your name is.

I am Princess Haydée,

daughter of Ali-Tebelin,
pasha of Janina

and his beloved
wife Princess Vasiliki.

This is the deed
of the sale of my

person and that
of my poor mother.

She died, couldn't
survive the dishonor.

The man who sold it to us is
the same French officer who,

after betraying my father,
set aside as part of his loot

the wife and daughter
of your benefactor!

Ma'am, what was
this officer's name?

It is in the scripture
before you.

His name was Fernand Mondego.

It's a cabal!

An abominable plot,
hatched by my enemies, lords.

It is abject and low politics.

Look at the princess.

Is it the daughter of
Ali-Tebelin Basha or not?

You don't recognize me.

For I recognize you,
murderer Fernand Mondego!

Peers, take a good look at
the bastard sitting next to you.

He's got my father's
blood on his hands.

Count de Morcerf, do
you want a new inquiry?

I can ask two of
us to go to Janina.

Speak. What decides?

Nothing, Mr Chancellor.

Anything.

No doubt.

Danglars only
materialized the operation.

It was the Count of Monte-Cristo
who instigated the plot.

Danglars is a capitalist.

Bankers generally
don't like to duel.

Mr. Count of Monte-Cristo
is also not fond of

but if it hits, I'm afraid
it does it too well.

He hits an ace of
spades 30 paces away.

The best I can do today is
be killed in my father's defense.

Good night Sir. of Morcerf.
How are you doing?

I didn't come here to
exchange banal courtesies,

Mr. Count, but to demand
that you give me an explanation.

An explanation in the opera?
He was wrong on the spot.

We're not at the Porte de
Saint-Martin or around there.

When it's a matter of honor, you

don't choose a place
to settle disputes.

disputes? Are you okay?

Well enough to recognize
the ambush of betrayal

and challenge him to a duel!

You, sir, moderate your
tone even if it is to provoke.

Noise doesn't sit well with
everyone, Mr. of Morcerf.

I consider your
glove released, sir.

So I'm returning it
wrapped in a pistol bullet.

And now, is it necessary for
my servant to make him leave?

What did you do to the viscount?

To him, absolutely nothing.
Interest.

And what will you do?

I will kill him, of course.

There's a lady here, sir.

She insists that she wishes
to speak with Mr. Count.

Who are you?

Edmond...

Don't kill my son.

What name did you
pronounce, Mrs. of Morcerf?

It's not Mrs. de Morcerf
here it is, Edmond.

She is Mercedès.

Mercedès is dead!

I don't know anyone
else by that name.

I recognized you as soon as
I saw you just by your voice.

Spare my son.

He has publicly insulted me.

He deems you responsible

for the terrible misfortune
that befell his father.

It is Providence.

It is the hand of God punishing
the fisherman Fernand Mondego,

married to the Catalan Mercédès.

The only culprit is...

...she is the one who did not wait
for the return of the man she loved.

Do you know why I was arrested?

'Cause a bastard called

Danglars wrote a letter

that another scoundrel,
named Fernand Mondego,

handed over to the royal prosecutor.

The same one who
deserted by the British.

The same one who
betrayed his brothers in Spain.

the same that sold

and put to death his
benefactor Ali-Tebelin.

forgive

Forgive at least thinking of me,

that I never stopped loving you.

You know, Mercédès, what
it's like to agonize slowly

plunged into darkness?

Do you know what it's
like to rot in a prison dump

for 7814 days?

187 thousand 356 hours?

Do not.

I only see the man I love

about to become my son's killer.

Take revenge on Fernand.

Take revenge even on me.

Take revenge on the guilty
and not on the innocent.

Then...

what do you want?

Do you want your
son to stay alive?

He will live.

Thanks.

Thank you, Edmond.

I'm glad to recognize you...

... so...

... as good as I dreamed.

Now, thou shalt not beat thyself.

I will knock...

...once he publicly outraged me.

It's what he wants.

I will be killed.

There is a God above us.

Since you are alive, Edmund,

I'm sure he will intervene.

He is good and merciful.

He can't want you dead.

If my eyes don't shine now

and if my beauty has withered,

My love is present
and alive within me.

My love will give
me strength to act.

Goodbye.

Thank you for agreeing
to be my witness.

I know few people in Paris.

It is an honor and a duty, sir.

My friend Morrel spoke of
you with great ardor and heart.

Heart is something
you certainly don't lack.

Ali took my will to the
notary this morning.

If I die, Maximilien
will take notice of it.

Die, sir?

It was fun...

The Viscount de
Morcerf has not arrived?

He sent word to us
that he would be here.

So let's wait.

Mr. Conde waives the
right to use his pistols.

We anticipated this delicacy.

We brought in
entirely new weapons.

Do you want to examine them?

Your word is enough
for me, Mr. Beauchamp.

Albert left me a note
asking to join you.

I understand.

As he witnessed the provocation,
he wants you to attend the reparation.

He's two minutes late.

What does that mean?

He has the imprudence to come on horseback
and gallop to beat himself up with a pistol.

He will shake his hand.

However, he recommended
that he relax before the meeting.

Strange costume, by the way.

Better to have a target
drawn on the belly.

Thank you for coming, gentlemen.

You too, Morrel.

The more honorable men
present, the more satisfied I am.

I have to speak to
Mr. Count of Monte Cristo

in front of everyone.

Gentlemen,

I hope none of what I'm going to say
to Mr. Count of Monte Cristo get lost

for they must repeat
it to whoever will listen.

Mr. Count,

I beg you to forgive me.

My Lord,

no matter how
guilty my father was,

it did not seem to me that it was the right
of the Count of Monte-Cristo to punish him.

It didn't concern him.

They just revealed
the betrayal to me.

Yes sir.

The betrayal of Fernand Mondego

of which you were the victim.

And what an incredible disgrace
this disloyalty caused him.

So I say it out loud

that he was right to take revenge.

And he could have
done it even more cruelly.

Otherwise, I beg you...

Since friendship is
now forbidden to us,

let us at least save the
esteem we have for each other.

I did what my conscience
commanded, gentlemen.

If anyone is mistaken as to
the meaning of my attitude,

if you attribute it to
another feeling, let

me know that I'm
ready to face anyone.

Thanks again.

Mr. Count of Morcerf.

It's Mr. Count of Morcerf!
He thought he had heard wrong.

Did he meet my son with
sword or pistol raised?

Yes.
Without killing each other, imagine.

So, did you apologize to him?

No, it was he who asked for it
because he was convinced that

there was someone more to
blame in this case than I was.

Someone more to blame than you?

Who?

- The Lord.
- I?

Then you are crazy
and my son is a coward.

- Don't you have anything else to say to me?
- Have.

I have to tell you that he has no
enemies who hate him more than I do.

It's reciprocal.

If young people refuse to fight,
let's face each other in a duel.

As you prefer, Mr. of Morcerf.

So let's fight!

We don't need to go
looking for witnesses to

kill ourselves, Mr.
Count. Does not agree?

I have only one name to
pronounce to fulminate you.

do you remember the man

that you pushed into the
abyss to steal his Mercédès?

My fiancée.

Edmond Dantès?

Two.

Reflect, my mother.

I have friends in Paris.
I can ask them to help.

No, Albert.

I can only accept the 150 louis
d'or from the Count of Monte-Cristo.

- Buried in the Marseille garden?
- Yea.

It's the sum Edmond put together
with sacrifice so we can get married.

I accepted because it was my dowry.
Otherwise, nothing more.

Come, this is no
longer our home.

A little slower please, sir.

If Mr. Noirtier called,
it's urgent, my friend.

May I say, grandfather?

Maximilien, my grandfather
wants to leave this damn house.

In case Mr. de Villefort will
allow me, I will live with him.

Otherwise, I wait 18
months to come of age

and I will keep my
promise to be your wife.

Thank you, Valentine.

Thank you also sir.

I swear I'll make your
granddaughter happy.

My grandfather is
convinced and so am I.

Hot, my good Barrois?

Mr. Morrel made me run, miss.

You must be dying of thirst.
Do you want a glass of lemonade?

With pleasure.

Thanks.

It's the doctor
ringing the bell.

You have to go, Maximilien.

Remember my grandfather's
recommendation.

Don't do anything that
can hinder our happiness.

I promise you again, sir.

But can I visit once in a while?

Get out there. Goodbye.

Barrois, are you reeling?

My God, I can't see.

Dr. Avrigny, come quickly!

Bring me water at once, ether,

Vomit Inducer and
Turpentine Essence.

- Was it you who screamed?
- Barrois is in bad shape, my father.

He doesn't suffer, my friend.

Everywhere, doctor...

... dreadful cramps.

I drank the lemonade...

This one?

Yea!

Who made this lemonade?

It was me.

And it was you who
brought her here?

Do not.

It was the lady.

- I suffocate.
- Calm.

His suffering will end soon.

I know.

Tell me...

Can you get me violet syrup?

Right now.

This lemonade
contains false angustura

and Saint Ignatius bean.

Withering poisons
that leave no trace,

except that if we
add violet syrup,

this lemonade takes
on a green color.

It's the same poison that
killed Mrs. of Saint-Méran.

And it's the same substance
that just murdered poor Barrois.

Crime is in my house again.

Yes sir Attorney.

You have it in your house and
maybe in the person of a relative

a terrible criminal of
the kind that exist in

all the centuries from
Locusta to Brinvilliers.

This is impossible.

What evidence does he
present for such an accusation?

A terrible suspicion.

As well? Speak.

I knew it was Mr. Noirtier, who
should have died but the killer

didn't know that I've been
treating him for a year with brucina?

So his father is immune.

Who could want to
end my father's life?

The killer knew that Mr. Noirtier
destroyed a first will, which he

made another, for the benefit of his
daughter for not marrying d'Épinay.

Then he attacks him,
afraid he will make a third.

The doctor is crazy.

He looks for those who
benefit from the crime.

He's rambling.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

I accuse Ms. from Villefort.

My daughter! It's impossible.

I don't tolerate
crime in my house.

I can't stand it, do you hear?

I don't tolerate
crimes under my roof.

Mr. de Villefort is a magistrate.
I am a doctor.

I can share this
horrible secret with you,

which in this case is
a professional secret.

But from now on,
if anything happens

in your house,
including yourself,

do not send for me.
I will not be back.

When credits start slipping
out of a banker's hand

his bench becomes a corpse
and that's what happened to me.

Is it bankruptcy?

I don't abhor bankruptcies
as long as they make me rich.

Which is not the case.

But you, Eugénie, can save me.

As well?

By marrying you, Mr. Cavalcanti
brings you a dowry of 5 million

that he puts in my bank.

Eugénie, marry the prince.

Become a princess,
which is not to be despised,

and my credit is saved.

That is, pawn me for 5 million.

The greater the sum,
the greater the flattery.

If I agree, will I be able to

freely dispose of myself?

You have my word.

Very good.

I will marry Mr. Cavalcanti.

Thank God I escaped
marrying Albert de Morcerf.

I avoided being the wife of a coward
who dishonored himself by refusing to fight

and the daughter-in-law of a suicide.

- We got away just fine.
- Yea.

What's up, my dear?
You are pale.

In fact, Valentine even
now had blood on his face.

Yes, it has been like
this for a few days now.

Fever is followed, for a
moment, by a strange pallor.

Withdraw if you like, Valentine.

Yes ma'am.

Drink a full glass of fresh
water to invigorate you.

I don't know what's
been going on with this

girl lately, but I
admit it worries me.

- Valentine! My God!
- Clumsy.

Now I'm always
losing my balance.

She runs to get Dr.
Avrigny. Quickly.

Doctor, hurry to my damn house.

A new patient, Mr.
Royal Attorney?

No, it's my daughter.

Poisoned like the others.

She's the one you suspect.

This is hideous.

This time I will know
who the killer is.

I swear I will crush you.

Let's try to save the victim.
Then we think about the rest.

Want to join that
abominable family?

Do you want to marry this
young woman scarred by death?

But I love her and I want to
ask her how I can save her.

Come and ask me to save
the daughter of the one who...

Be strong.

Have hope.

I watch for you.

Can anything against death?
Is she more than a man?

I can do a lot, my friend.

Much.

Have courage and confidence.

Goodbye, doctor.

Hello. Tell me, are
the owners moving?

I don't know what happened,
they suddenly decided this morning.

In less than two hours
they had packed their bags.

And did anyone stay with the house?

It's him.

An Italian priest.

Abbe Busoni.

- Italian?
- Because.

Mr. Count of Monte Cristo.

Mr. Count, thank you
for accepting our invitation.

It's a great honor.

The signing of a marriage

contract has always
moved me a lot.

You can see that you never
signed yours, Mr. Count.

No doubt.

- The health of Ms. from Villefort?
- Always delicate, unfortunately.

That sad.

It's a treat for the eyes, miss.
My congratulations.

- How lucky is the prince.
- Thank you, Mr. Count.

What a nice welcome, Baron.

How can you display such
pomp with such refined taste?

It's a matter of price, my dear.

I'd like to introduce you
to some friends of mine.

Eminent men.

The notary!

My friends, let's
sign the contract.

My husband will not be
able to attend the ceremony.

Unfortunately, Mr. de
Villefort will not come.

And we are counting on having that honor!
Any impediment?

An unforeseen
incident concerning the

murder case at the
home of Mr. Count.

I am afraid I have unwittingly
caused Mr. Royal Attorney.

Do you know that
Abbé Busoni took the

unfortunate man to my
house when he was dying?

To his house?

Yes, the accomplice stabbed him
on the Avenida dos Campos Elísios.

Well, he was a fugitive named

Caderousse, if I
remember correctly.

His memory is more faithful
than mine, dear Baron.

To treat that Caderousse,
Abbé Busoni and my servant

they undressed him
from the waist up.

Mr. Royal Prosecutor
informed me

of the absence of a vest in
the clothes delivered to justice.

And we found the
vest this morning

behind a desk
where it had slipped.

He was bloodied and
punctured in the heart area.

When searching it, my valet
felt a paper in his pocket.

It was a letter.

Addressed to whom?

- Addressed to you, dear Baron.
- To me?

But and this discovery prevents
Mr. from Villefort to come?

This letter and
the vest are what's

called "material
evidence" in court, ma'am.

I sent them to Mr. Attorney,

who then discovered
crucial details about the case.

Of course, it did well.

Anyway, we're here to
marry two young people.

Would you like to proceed
with the reading of the contract.

Mr. Prince Cavalcanti?

Mr. Is Prince Cavalcanti here?

Prince?

Andrea?

Where did you hide?

But where is he?

Which of you is called
Andrea Cavalcanti?

It looks like he
is no longer here.

Who is Mr. Cavalcanti?

An escapee from
Toulon Prison, miss.

His real name is Benedetto.

It was he who
murdered in the Champs

Elysees a man named Caderousse,

who tried to rob
Mr. Count of Monte Cristo.

It's time for your potion, miss.

And now sleep well.

To have more nightmares?

Let go of it.

Now I say goodbye until
tomorrow morning, miss.

You can drink.

Don't be afraid.

He who sees before him is
the most tender of parents

and the most
respectful of your friends.

I've been watching
over you for four nights.

Yes, I protect you.

I keep it for our
dear Maximilien.

Maximilien?

- Did he tell you everything?
- Yea.

He told me that he loves her,
that he is everything to him.

And since then I've been
watching what goes on in this room.

How?

I hide behind that door,

facing the adjoining
house, which I rented.

I saw the people who visited
her, the food they served,

the drinks they prepare for you.

I replaced the poison they
administer to you every day

for a beneficial drink

that makes her live
instead of making her die.

A poison?

Yes.

I saw it being poured into your cup.

By whom?

For who killed your
ill-fated grandmother

and poor Barrois.

It's not impossible.

Believe me, Valentine.

- I swear to God.
- You're blaspheming.

Unfortunately not.

To give you proof of this
abomination, I will retire.

But Valentine...

... keep awake, I beg you.

Don't make a gesture,

hold your breath well

and she will see
with her own eyes

who wanted to take his life.

It's ringing at midnight.
See you soon.

I come back.

Valentine.

Valentine?

And then?

Recognized?

My God...

I can't believe it.

Is it for poor Édouard that
she committed all her crimes?

Yes, Valentine.

Now she understood.

My God... What do I have to do?

I want to live.

By my grandfather.

By Maximilien.

She will have to obey me...

... blindly.

Command and I will obey.

So take this.

We will.

Whatever happens from
now on, don't be afraid.

If by chance you wake up plunged
into the darkness of a tomb...

- From a tomb?
- Yea.

... remember that a man who
only thinks about his happiness

is watching over you.

Valentine is my
beloved daughter.

Believe me

just as you believe
in Maximilien's love.

She will be saved.

Good morning, Miss.

Today we are going to have a beautiful day.

No horrible nightmares tonight.

Miss?

Help!

Help!

Sir!

What is up?
What is this screaming?

My God!

Was unable to save my beloved!

- I only have to die.
- Won't shoot.

But who are you to
claim such power?

I am the man who has
the right to order you to live.

- In your father's name.
- From my father?

Why do you talk about him?

Because I also saved your life

on a day when, like
you, I had lost all hope.

Because your father's heart
guessed the name of your savior,

the same as it will
be today, if you will,

your savior.

Are you Edmond Dantès?

Yes.

My dad...

... do you know who the killer is?

Do you know that the Count of
Monte-Cristo has enough faith in God

to get miracles?

And to give back
life to the one I lost?

It's the 5th of
September and it's noon.

Let's meet in a month, at the
same time and on the same day.

Or you will be cured...

... or I'll put the pistol
in your hand myself.

promise me?

I don't promise you, I swear to you.

- Is it really Master Bertuccio?
- Yea.

It didn't take
long to get caught.

You went down bad paths.

Robbed and killed.

I suppose you didn't
come here to lecture me.

It would fall on deaf ears.

Who sent you?
Was it your lord Monte-Cristo?

Was.

He's accused of murder.

I know the scaffold awaits you

but you have a helping
hand within your reach.

You can be saved.

Hear me.

Are you going to demand
some head in court today?

Without a doubt.

Take.

I think a little chocolate will
give you the strength you need.

It is the condemned
man's last meal.

Do you feel unwell? What have?

Interestingly,
quite the opposite.

Didn't you pour the poison
you usually serve into this cup?

How? What are you saying?

You murdered the
Marquise de Saint-Méran,

the unfortunate Barrois

and then my daughter Valentine.

Will you deny?

Nor could it.

It is no longer her
husband who speaks to her.

It's her judge.

Who knows about your crime is
me, my father and Dr. Avrigny.

There are also those who are suspicious.
It will soon be public.

Listen... I beg you, my dear!

I am no longer your darling.

I have always noticed the
incredible cowardice of poisoners.

But I hope he kept for
himself a more fulminating

poison than the ones
he gave his victims.

I don't know what you're referring to.

The wife of the first
magistrate of Paris will not

take the name of her husband
and child to the scaffold.

No...

My God, not that!

I'm in the world
to punish, my lady.

It's my sad job.

But I leave the execution to you

for I know that
your knowledge is,

unfortunately,
unparalleled in this field.

I ask you on
behalf of our son...

Mercy, I beg you! Let me live!

In the name of my
daughter killed by her

hand, I swear that
justice will be done.

I'm going to the palace to demand
the death penalty for a murderer.

If on my return I
find you here alive, I

swear you will sleep
in prison tonight.

I hope I made myself understood.

Goodbye, my lady.

Goodbye forever.

If the background of the defendant
appearing in this court today

they explain the crime but
do not diminish the horror.

If Benedetto's
lineage is doubtful,

Caesar's is, unfortunately,
too remarkable.

Evil is engraved in
bloody, indelible letters

from its origins and, I fear,

seeing the feelings that
animate him today before you,

I fear that this evil is
recorded for all eternity.

Stand up the defendant.

Say your first and last name.

I have a request, sir. President.

I would like to answer
the questions that

will be asked in a
somewhat unusual order.

First of all, I'm 21 years old.

I was born on the night of the
27th to the 28th of September 1817.

Can we know where he was born?

Near Paris, Mr. President.

In Auteuil.

- Your profession?
- I started out as a forger.

Then I became a thief
and a murderer recently.

Forgiveness...

I forgot one of my
professions, Mr. Attorney.

Outlaw convict.

Does the defendant now
consent to tell us his real name?

I certainly wanted to give him
greater nobility with the titles

which it outrageously displays.

It's extraordinary,
read my mind.

I don't know my real name.

But I can tell you
about my father.

So say it and let's
get this over with!

My father is a royal
attorney, Mr. President.

His name is Gerard de Villefort.

Silence!

Silence, if I don't order
the room to be evacuated!

The defendant aggravates
his case by mocking justice.

God forbid I insult the
court, Mr. President.

I repeat,

my father is Gerard de Villefort
and I am ready to prove it.

I was born in the red room of

28 rue de La
Fontaine in Auteuil.

My birth was, of
course, illegitimate.

My father swore to my
mother that I had died at birth.

She wrapped me in a
swaddle with the initials H and N

and buried me alive.

If I stand before you today, I
owe it to some kind of miracle.

that allowed me to survive
against my father's will.

Can you prove these
atrocious accusations?

All evidence is available
to the court, Mr. President.

But it seems to me that it is
enough to look at Mr. from Villefort.

My father, I must report the

details leading up to my birth

and the events that followed it?

Do not.

No, it's useless.

What do you mean, Mr. Attorney?

The exams...

... are useless.

So is everything the
defendant just said true?

I plead guilty Mr. President.

And I put myself at the disposal
of the new royal attorney,

my successor.

Gentlemen...

It's done, sir.

Just as he ordered.

Édouard.

Édouard.

Mr. Abbe, what do you want?

Say your debt is paid, sir.

I will pray to God to stop

this blow on you and yours.

This voice...

It is not the voice of Abbé Busoni.

Monte Cristo?

Not this one yet, sir.

Look better.

Mr. Attorney, further.

Further.

When he was a substitute in
the time of King Louis XVIII.

This voice...

Where did I first hear it?

In Marseille, February 25, 1815.

Did I harm you in Marseille
on the 25th of February...?

But who are you?

A ghost.

A man you buried alive in
the depths of the Château d'If

and from whom you took love
and freedom with one blow.

Edmond Dantès!

I'm recognizing you.

There you have your revenge.

Look.

It's terrible.

Our generation is having
a good time this year.

You are lucky, my dear
Count, without a wife or children.

Domestic heartbreaks are
bearable for a millionaire.

Yes it's true.
I'm lucky to be rich.

I was just signing
five small titles.

These are bearer bonds
at the Bank of France.

You who seem to juggle millions,

have seen many
pieces of paper like this

worth a million each?

Five million in all?

What an embarrassment, Mr. Croesus!
You have to see it to believe it.

Will this sum be paid in cash
at the Bank of France branch?

He doubts?

It is very curious,
to be confirmed.

I want to do the
experience myself.

The Lord...

...take my titles?

My credit is six million a year.

I raised 900,000 francs.
5 million and 100 thousand remain.

I prepared the receipt for
you, I need money today.

Unexpected expenses.

Excuse me, I owe the 5 million
to the hospices, which claim me!

That's different.
Pay me in other amounts.

I would be happy to proclaim
to the world that House Danglars

paid me five million in cash
without batting an eyelash.

Hold.

A receipt from the Count
of Monte-Cristo is cash.

If you were in Rome,

the Thompson & French House
would pay him in cash immediately.

POMEGRANATE

To the London Hotel. Allegro!

Do not move.
Don't scream or you'll die.

The Hotel Londres has changed
a lot since my last trip to Rome.

I warn Your Excellency
that you are not here to play.

Hey! Somebody!

Good morning, my good man.

I haven't eaten in 24
hours and I'm starving.

Nothing easier.

Your Excellency can
have anything you want.

- Do you have a kitchen?
- It is clear!

Do you think bandits
feed on the air?

Said I wasn't here to play.

You're right.
And what do you want, Your Excellency?

I would love to eat
a meaty chicken.

A meaty chicken
for His Excellency!

Magnificent!

Sorry, Your Excellency.
Here you pay before you eat.

It's fair.

Here it is...

... a Louis. Keep the change.

Sorry, Mr. Baron,

Your Excellency still
owes me 99,980 francs.

It was fun.
A chicken at a hundred thousand francs!

Too much. Now let me eat.

I'm waiting for the money,
Your Excellency, or you won't eat.

Bandit!

I never hid my profession.

Does your Excellency want something else?
We're well stocked.

- A piece of dry bread.
- Nothing easier!

We have excellent
bread at a hundred

thousand francs each,
it's a friendly price.

Do you want me to starve to death?

Now, Your Excellency...

In his pocket is a letter of
credit from the Thompson

& French House, in
the amount of six million.

If you sign me a bond of
one hundred thousand francs

I give him a golden chicken,
well roasted over the coals.

Another title and I give you bread.

The best wine on the
market is Valpolicella.

25,000 francs a bottle.

And the bottle is one litre.

I understand the
situation, you scoundrel.

His Excellency's Chicken!

Captain!
His Excellency calls for you.

Did you call me, Your Excellency?

Sir, I would like to know the value
of the ransom you expect from me.

It is evident, Your Excellency.

The six million
you bring with you.

Six million for bed
and board, of course.

Take my life first!

He whom we obey
forbids us to shed his blood.

- But who do you obey?
- Someone who only obeys God.

So get ready to
eat for six million.

It will be fast, you
already know our prices.

And when I run out of money,
they let me starve to death.

But you said you
didn't want to kill me!

It's not the same, Mr. Baron.

MARSEILLE

Unfortunately, I can no
longer give you happiness.

At least accept the consolation.

My son became a soldier.

He left for Africa.

He is a noble heart.

He will rebuild their future.

His, yes.

I asked God from
the bottom of my heart

may he never forsake you.

But mine...

So many things were
broken in me, Edmond.

I now feel close to the grave.

I am the cause of all your ills.

You must hate me.

hate you?

Hate you, Edmond?

Look at me.

Today you can bear the
brightness of my eyes.

I am no longer the Mercédès
who ran to meet you smiling.

I remember it was here,
at your father's house.

And despite everything,
you spared me, Edmond.

I was the biggest
culprit of all.

The others acted out
of hatred, out of vanity.

I was a coward.

The others acted
out of interest.

It was fear that lost me.

You never doubted God

and God has not forsaken you.

God was behind me, unknown,

invisible, angry.

I was your agent

He didn't want to stop
the lightning I had thrown.

And I say it with
pride, Mercédès,

God needed me.

That's why I lived.

The revenge

made me vindictive, underhanded,

perverse,

above all, impassive
like cold fatality.

I am tired.

I'm the only one who recognized you.

I'm the only one who
understands you and admires you.

No!

Don't give me your hand, Edmond.

I'm not worthy of it.

Evil has dug a chasm between us.

No, please.

I beg you, my love.

Please don't touch me anymore.

Now say goodbye to me.

I'll leave.

I will have the memories.

I take them with me.
I will keep them until death.

I don't want to miss
them for the world.

What do you want?

I have nothing more to give you

but I beg you to let me live.

I don't even ask for
freedom anymore,

but a piece of bread.

There are men who have
suffered more than you.

It's not impossible.

Do you remember a young
sailor you sent to a dungeon?

even knowing him innocent?

He was there 14 years.

A young sailor?

Yes.

Do you remember an old man

that you starved to death
in Marseille 23 years ago,

by depriving him of his son?

Louis Dantès?

Is it his ghost that
appears to me every night?

Do you at least regret it?

Yes, how I regret it!

I forgive you,

because I myself
need to be forgiven.

Edmond Dantès!

You were the most scoundrel
of all and your life is saved,

but my arm is too heavy.

I believe that God himself

you're telling me to
abandon vengeance.

Eats...

Baby...

Go away.

But be careful, I condemn you...

You who love gold so much,

I condemn you to beg
for your bread henceforth.

If I know you've
started working again,

"doing business"
as you called them,

wherever you are, I will know
how to reach you and crush you.

Fades away

before I drown in my heart the
voice that tells me to let you live.

Here it is.

Here's what I promised you.

Drink it.

Farewell, my generous friend.

I'll join the one I love...

To find her, he threw
himself to death.

If necessary, he was given proof

that he loves her
more than life itself.

Now they belong together.

God bless these
two lives I'm saving.

Did I make you happy?

Ask my dear sister.

You found a sister, Haydée.

That's great.

Today you are free.

I restore to you your father's
name and all his riches.

You are beautiful and young.

Be happy.

Forget me.

I will obey you.

Can't you see how she suffers?

Not my sister.
You have the right to see nothing.

What are you going to do, Haydée?

Since she leaves
me, I want to die.

Do you love me then?

It's like asking her
if she loves him.

I love him as one loves
life, as one loves God.

Thy will be done.

Love me then.

Your love may make me

forget now what
I need to forget.

The count, Jacopo?

- What about Haydée?
- It was with him, miss.

Mr. The Count left you
this letter, Your Excellency.

"My dear Maximilien,"

"Jacopo will take them to Liorne,"

"where Mr. Noirtier awaits
you for your wedding."

"All that belongs to me in
Monte-Cristo and in Paris"

"it is the wedding gift of
the sailor Edmond Dantès"

"to the son of the shipowner Morrel."

"Be happy, my children."

"Ask the angel who
will watch over your life"

"to pray for me too."

"These prayers may relieve"

"the remorse I feel
deep in my heart."