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The Count of Monte Cristo

of the novel by

In February 1815, the ship
Pharaoh arrives in Marseille.

The captain died at sea

and the shipowner entrusts the
command to the first mate, Edmond Dantès.

The bookkeeper,
Danglars, jealous of Dantès,

denounces the young man
as a Bonapartist conspirator.

Dantès is arrested as he is about
to marry the beautiful Mercédès.

The replacement for the royal
attorney, Villefort, is compromised

for the documents seized
from Dantès' belongings

and has him arrested
at the Château d'If.

The unfortunate spends 14 years there.

An Italian conspirator, the Abbé
Faria, communicates with him.

Thanks to Faria,

Dantès finally understands
why they arrested him.

Before dying the Abbé
bequeaths his companion

the secret of a treasure
buried for 3 centuries

in a cave on the
island of Monte-Cristo.

Dantès takes Faria's place in the
shroud where the corpse is and flees.

Rescued by a smuggler's boat,

stops on the island
of Monte-Cristo

and discovers the fabulous
treasure of Cardinal Spada.

2nd episode THE APPARITION

Sorry, Mr. Abbe.

He was taking a nap.

It's Mr. Caderousse, isn't it?

Yes, Gaspard
Caderousse, at his orders.

If I'm not mistaken,

lived long ago

in Marseille

in the avenues of Meilhan?

In the avenues of Meilhan, yes.

He was a tailor, right?

Tailor, it's true, but...

... the business
went down the drain.

In Marseille the
sun is so strong

that people will
stop wearing clothes.

We will!

Wine.

Good.

My house is very
poor, Mr. Abbe.

But what do you want?

It's not enough to
be honest to get rich.

Aged Cahors.

Are you alone?

Alone or almost.
I have a wife but...

... is always sick.

Tell me...

Some time ago, in Marseille,

Did you know a sailor

named Edmond Dantès?

Does the name tell you anything?

Edmond Dantès?

No doubt I knew him.

He was even one
of my best friends.

We lived on the same floor.

What becomes of poor Edmond?

He died.

In prision.

More miserable and
desperate than the damned

who drag the fetter
in the Toulon chain.

He died?

Did you know the poor boy?

Yes.

I administered
the last rites to him.

But on his deathbed,

he swore to ignore why
he had been arrested

and why he had been
thrown into prison.

That's why Edmond
Dantès asked me

to clear up the mysteries

and rehabilitate his memory.

Go get a glass, Mr. Caderousse.

It turns out that an Englishman

was stuck with him, a
very rich Englishman

and that he had him as a brother.

And when he was released,

left him a diamond of great
value that he had managed to hide.

The diamond is valued
at fifty thousand francs.

- He said...?
- Fifty thousand francs.

Not to mention the assembly,
which in itself also has a certain value.

Edmond Dantès thought
he had his fortune assured,

when he got out of
prison, but death...

... advanced.

And he asked me
to be his executor.

And who are the...?

The inheritors?

They are the three best
friends of the deceased

and his fiancee.

- I mean...?
- The Lord.

I?

Also a certain Danglers

and a man named Fernand.

- That bride...
- Mercédès.

Yes, Mercedes. That's it.

You will be four heirs

since Dantes'
father died, I believe.

Yes.

He starved to death.

It's impossible, I can't believe it.

Even animals don't starve!

It's impossible!

But it's the truth, Mr. Abbe.

Mercédès tried to help you.

like Edmond's boss, Mr.

Morrel, but as the old men say,

he did not want to live
on the charity of others.

He sold everything
he had to survive.

Everything.

When there's nothing left...

... he died.

the son's friends

didn't do anything?

His friends...

Poor Edmond. The friends?

Gaspard?

He listens to me and shuts up.

Shut up, woman!

And do you know with what intention
they want to make you talk, imbecile?

So it will be divided by four.

Fifty thousand francs at least.

Why four?
Between who and who else?

It's a room for each.

For me, Danglars,
Fernand and Mercédès.

Edmond Dantès' friends.

Friends are not
those who betray.

I don't understand
anything you're saying.

His only friend was me.

The diamond must be mine alone.

After all, you can
tell me all you want.

No one can know that
it was me who told it.

Don't forget that I'm a priest.

Well...

so i will tell you

who are Edmond Dantès' friends.

This...

He was the one who treated them like that.

Two men jealous
of him, that was it.

One for being in
love with Mercédès

and the other for mere ambition.

They denounced Dantès
as a Bonapartist agent.

Which of the two made the complaint?

Which of the two
is the real culprit?

It's both.

I was there.

But he was too drunk
to understand anything.

Then I came to understand,
but it was too late.

It was in Marseille, in
the Catalan reservation

on the afternoon of Edmond
and Mercédès' engagement.

"Mr. Royal Prosecutor is warned
by a friend of the throne and religion"

"that Edmond Dantès,
Pharaoh's first mate"

"arrived this morning after a
stopover on the island of Elba,"

"he is the bearer of a
letter sent by the usurper"

"to the Bonapartist
Committee of Paris."

"That letter will be found
with him or in his cabin."

And it is. I think it's
excellent revenge.

Just add the recipient.

"For Mr. Royal Attorney"

And it will all be said.

And will it all be said?

But this is infamy!

Can't you laugh at
a joke, Caderousse?

It's not a joke to be made!

You know very well
that I would be desperate

if anything happened
to our good Dantès.

That's better.

Let's drink to the health of
Edmond and his beautiful Mercédès.

You don't even have your legs anymore.

I?

I bet I can climb the
steeple of Accoules!

You go up in the morning.
It's time to go home.

- Are you coming to Marseille with us?
- I can not. I have to go to the Catalans.

- Goodbye, Mr. Fernand.
- Goodbye, Mr. Danglers.

I forgot to bring the bottle.

What is he doing?

Anything.

You are completely drunk.
come on!

They arrested Dantes

and you were silent.

Danglars scared me.

He told me that we would be arrested
as accomplices of the Bonapartists.

Napoleon returned a few days
later and stayed for a hundred days.

- I could have acted.
- On the contrary.

We would be accused of being
monarchists for denouncing a Bonapartist.

At the time it was not
simple, believe me.

We prefer to be quiet.

You, Caderousse...

I didn't risk anything.

I know.

I was nothing but a coward.

But the other two
were criminals.

And what becomes of them?

They swim in gold.

Danglars left
Marseille for Madrid.

He took advantage of the 6 years of the
Spanish War to negotiate military material.

He made a fortune.

Today he is a banker in Paris

and King Ferdinand of
Spain made him a baron.

Believe me, Mr. Abbe.

Baron Danglars
as he is now called.

And what about Fernand?

Even more terrifying.

A Catalan fisherman without
education or money, he

now has an enormous
fortune and a high position.

It's true, Mr. Abbe.

Fernand was a soldier
during the Hundred Days.

At the Battle of Ligny,

he defected with Bourmont, his

general who passed
over to the Prussians.

And when he returned, Louis XVIII
made him an ensign and then a captain.

In the battalion in Spain
he found the Danglars again.

I don't know what deals
they did with the two

sides but Fernand came
back after taking Cádiz

and he was made colonel, officer
of the Legion of Honor, and earl.

Yes sir Abbe.
Earl of Morcerf, believe me.

So today...

General Count de Morcerf is a
deputy in the Chamber of Peers

and Mercédès bore him a son.

To Mercedes?

Dantes' former fiancee.

She married Fernand eighteen
months after Edmond disappeared.

Eighteen months...

So she had the
strength to wait that long.

Fernand returned to Marseille
in a fine ensign's uniform.

So she is rich and countess.

Everyone lives happily.

I apologize, Mr. baby,

but their good God is
good only to the wicked.

See the case of Mr. Morrel,
the Pharaoh's shipowner.

What role did he play
in this whole sad affair?

That of a brave
man, a true friend.

He interceded twenty
times for Edmond.

The replacement didn't want to know.

In the Second Restoration they
persecuted him as a Bonapartist.

Business is bad for
him, from what I hear.

I even have a
souvenir of him, a bag

that Mr. Morrel gave
it to Dantes' father.

He was the only one who
tried to help the old man.

But the man never touched him.

"It's for my son when he
gets back," he would say.

It was that money
that paid for his funeral.

Today Mr. Morrel is ruined.

He will end up in
misery like Dantès

it's like me.

This is the righteousness of God.

God's justice sometimes
seems to be absent,

but just rest.

It always arrives
at a given moment,

returns more terrible

and more beautiful than before.

Take.

Take.

Mr. Abbe...

Don't make fun of
me, for God's sake.

I want to know one thing.

Did you meet the royal
prosecutor who arrested Dantès?

The substitute?

Certainly, Mr. from Villefort.

What is made of him?

All I know is that he has
always refused to give a damn

about Edmond despite the
pleas of Mercédès and Mr. dantes.

He married the daughter of
the Marquis de Saint-Méran

and then he left Marseilles
and went to Paris.

Take.

It's yours.

only in exchange

I just want the bag that
Mr. Morrel gave it to old Dantès.

Mr. Abbé is an envoy of God.

May this money be of use
to you, Mr. Caderousse.

And I turn away from men,

who do so much
harm to each other.

It is ours.

All ours.

My respects, Mr. die

Good morning, Cocles.
What brings you here?

I checked last week's accounts

and there was an error of
70 cents to his detriment.

Thanks.
You are the pearl of treasurers.

- Is there any news from Pharaoh?
- None, sir.

A ship has arrived from
India, but it's not ours.

It's the Gironde.

Today is June 5th.

Pharaoh left Calcutta
on February 5th.

It is not normal.

My dad!

- What is it, Julie?
- I come from the port.

The captain of the Gironde told me...
My father...

- About Pharaoh, miss?
- It was shipwrecked.

My poor ship... And the crew?

It's there.

God be praised for being alive.

Coclès, make payment
to these brave men.

At another time, I
would pay you double

but the money I have left
no longer belongs to me.

If they find a good
vessel, they are free.

I have no more ships.

Pharaoh was the last.

come.

Excuse me, I would
like to speak with Mr. die

I am a representative of the House
of Thopmson & French, in Rome.

I would like to speak with
Mr. I will die personally.

Absolutely, dear sir.
Follow me.

Thopmson & French House has

letters signed by me
for the amount of...

From 287,000 francs, sir.

But no one questions
your honesty.

It's just a public
voice in Marseille

that you are not in a position
to fulfill your commitments.

My ship Pharaoh has just sunk.

It was my last resort.

You will need to make the payment.

This new disgrace
is undeserved and it...

Sorry...

... reinforced my
desire to be nice to you.

Do you want an
extension of time to pay us?

That would save
my honor and my life.

It's the 5th of June.

Let's reform all these
letters for September 5th.

I will report to your
house that day.

- Thanks.
- At eleven o'clock.

5 SEPTEMBER

Miss Morrel.

Yea?

It's for you.
From Sinbad the Mariner.

Immediately go to Alamedas de Meilhan,
nº 15 and go up to the fifth floor.

Enter the house
where Mr. dantes

and you will find in the
table drawer an object

to deliver to your father
before eleven o'clock.

My dad...

Maximilien,

You know I didn't
do anything wrong.

He's the most honest
man I've ever met.

Honest man I will be forever

if you die now.

But alive, I won't be
more than a bankrupt,

without honor.

You know it's infallible.

A man you turn your back on.

A man who is
removed from society.

A man who no longer
had the right to live.

Maximilien, leave me alone now.

I bring you something. Look.

Where did this bag come from?

From a house on the avenues
of Meilhan, at number 15.

Old Dantes' house.

Yes, well I remember.

I gave it to you.

It's Thopmson & French's
letter about our company.

287 thousand francs.

It's paid!

This is it?

"Miss Morrel's dowry."

Mr. Die!

- Is it Pharaoh?
- It's him, then!

It's a miracle.

I never lost hope.

And now, goodbye kindness,
humanity, recognition.

I substituted Providence
to reward the good.

May the avenging God give me

his place to punish the wicked.

O of the boat, who are you?

I'm Gaetano, from Liorne.

I have a traveler with
me that I will take hunting.

A French traveller.

Can we disembark?

- Do you know them?
- A little bit.

I heard about their boss.

He looks like he lives in
an underground palace.

He stays there when he stops here.

A palace?
For a chief of smugglers?

He's not a smuggler's chief.

He is a very rich man.

An important lord
who lives at sea.

They call him
Sinbad the Mariner.

See his courtesy.

Send your boat to you.

Shall I accompany
Your Excellency?

I don't say no.

His Excellency has been informed
that you are a French traveller.

- He invites you to dinner.
- Your Excellency?

Yes, Mr. Sinbad.
He awaits you.

I'll have to blindfold
you, if you don't mind.

Do you swear he won't
take off the blindfold?

Gentleman's word.

Good evening, Your Excellency.

A thousand pardons for
the precautions but you will

understand that if the secret
of this residence were revealed,

I would find my
facility a little

devastated on my next visit.

Your installation?

I've always seen those who entered
enchanted palaces blindfolded,

and the cave here is worthy of
the Thousand and One Nights.

I don't know if you agree with
me, but nothing is as embarrassing

as talking to someone without
knowing who we have in front of us.

To put you at ease,

I inform him that they
call me Sinbad the Mariner.

And they call me Aladdin.

As I enter here, I feel that I
have the magic lamp in my hands.

Like the respectable
sailor whose

name he adopted
spends his life traveling?

Yes, it was a vow
I made at a time

in which I did not think
very much that I could fulfill it.

But I made other vows that I
hope will be fulfilled in his time.

Ali is mute. I saved your life.

He prowled in the vicinity
of the Seraglio of the Bey

of Tunis, where he was
arrested and his tongue cut out.

I had always wanted
to have a mute at my

service, so I kept his
head from being cut off.

I would love to meet
this Mr. Appert, who has

been busy improving
the situation of prisoners.

And so he would
know his capital.

- But you don't know Paris?
- Fate didn't want it that way.

But I'll have to go there soon.
I will take care of some matters.

In that case, I will
return the hospitality

that he so generously
dismissed me in Monte-Cristo.

I would gladly accept.

Do you drink your coffee Turkish or French,
boiled or strained, sweet or bitter?

Turkish, please.

You're right.
Orientals are the only men

who really know how to live.

As soon as I finish my business

in Paris I will die in the East.

And if you want to find me, it's
overseas that you'll have to look.

I assure you it will
be easy because I...

...suddenly I feel
like I have wings.

Spread your wings wide.

There are those who take care of themselves.

No, sign!

ROME 1838

We have no more
rooms during Carnival.

- My friend, please.
- No, signore. Don't insist.

There are no
rooms in all of Rome.

- Excellency!
- Master Pastrini.

Looks like they don't want
to put me in your hotel.

Don't you recognize his
Excellency the Baron d'Épinay?

Sorry, Your Excellency.

This year there are so many people for
Carnival that I don't know what to think.

I've rented larders
where I wouldn't dare

place a beast of burden
in a normal situation.

And for Viscount Morcerf and me?

Magnificent
accommodations, of course.

Mr. Viscount is already waiting for you.
Please, Your Excellency.

forward

- At last.
- My dear!

Where the hell are you?

I went to visit the island of Elba

and then I wandered
the Mediterranean.

I didn't know this
picture of your mother.

Do you count on this
optical instrument to get

closer to one of those
unattainable beauties?

You can scoff,
Franz, but I swear I'll

have a Roman
adventure at Carnival.

I cannot return to Paris
empty-handed without being dishonored.

And I don't think these
beauties are so unattainable.

That's what the
French always think.

How they are wrong.

Because they are faithful.

Not to husbands, but to lovers.

Do you know that woman?

Yes, it's Countess
Gabrielle, a Venetian.

I was introduced to
him last winter in Paris.

Comes.

Mr. d'Épinay!

Here in Rome?

Unfortunately, ma'am,
only during Carnival.

Allow me to introduce
you to Viscount Morcerf.

- Mrs. Countess.
- Mr. Marini.

He hadn't had the pleasure
of seeing her in a long time.

It is true.

- Franz.
- Yea?

Look up there.

Does the Countess
know that maiden?

I've seen her a few times in
Rome since the start of the season.

It is usually accompanied by

a hideous, pitch-black servant.

But I don't know who she is.

This beautiful stranger is
going to keep me from sleeping.

In that case, let's see.

To me, it's the jewel she wears on
her forehead that makes me dream.

It must be worth all my
fortune and I am far from poor.

Who could be the man
who accompanies her and

who has the means to
dress her up like this?

Sinbad the Sailor!

I spent the whole night looking,
Your Excellency, but it was impossible.

There is not a single carriage
or window to rent during Carnival.

It's like I told you.

forward

A miracle, Your Excellency.

The gentleman who
rented the rest of this floor, a

Maltese, knowing your
difficulty, put at your disposal

his caleche and the windows
he rented at the Rospoli Palace.

They were saved.

Mr. Count of Monte Cristo.

Thank you for accepting
my invitation to Carnival.

I heard they're in a
cramped room because of me

and wanted to apologize.

Treat me as a friend, please.

It's an honor for us.

Thank you, Mr. of Morcerf.

I am the Baron d'Épinay,
you know very well...

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

So you are the son
of the Earl of Morcerf,

Inspector General of
the Pasha of Janina.

Do you know my father?

I often reside in Greece,
where Ali-Tebelin is still famous.

And therefore his father.

Mr. de Morcerf is
left defenseless when

words of love are
whispered to him in Italian.

There's a man on the street
asking to speak to Your Excellency.

- Bring a ticket.
- Let him come in.

Is it you who have
a letter for me?

I am Baron Franz d'Épinay.

Yes, Your Excellency.
A letter from Viscount Morcerf.

Is it to give you an answer?

Mr. de Morcerf hopes
so, Your Excellency.

If you're going to the Duke of
Bracciano's ball, come in my carriage.

I have to sort
this out first, sir.

4 thousand ransom piastres.
Luigi Vampa has raised prices.

If he doesn't get them by
6am, he claims he kills Albert.

Says, no. Woods.

- Who brought you the letter, Baron?
- This gentleman.

Where is my friend
Mr. of Morcerf?

Is the French a friend
of your Excellency?

What happened was
that your friend's carriage

he crossed paths with Luigi
several times in the parade.

Luigi Vampa at Carnival?

- Yes, with the beautiful Teresa.
- The lover.

She squinted at the Frenchman.

She aligned with Luigi, she attracted him

and he's down there with us now.

Teresa is always the bait.

Will you come with me to Luigi?

If we hurry, we'll still catch the
end of the Duke of Bracciano's ball.

Wait for us here, Ali.

Come, Baron.

See well in the dark?

It's as clear as day,
I've been well trained.

This way, Your Excellency.

Have you ever seen a
bandit camp in Rome?

Never.

Seems too fancy for a friend.

Lower your weapons!

Mr. Conde, I was far
from expecting your visit.

Despite our agreement,
you kidnapped

and ransom for
one of my friends.

Viscount Morcerf.

Why didn't you warn me?

Mr. d'Épinay, Luigi will explain
how he regrets this mistake.

I swear by the blood of Christ,
Your Excellency, that I regret it.

If I found out that
one of my men knew,

I would kill him by my hands!

I'm touched by this.

Can we see the prisoner?

Follow me.

Not bad for someone who was
going to be shot at 6 in the morning.

It's clear that you're his friend.

Sir.

Lord of Morcerf, Your Excellency!

Is that you, captain?

It woke me up.

He dreamed of dancing the
gallop with Countess Gabrieli.

Do they really accept anything?

Ali can make French
coffee if you want.

Thank you, Mr. Count.

We came only to
express our gratitude.

I saved you four thousand piastres,
my dear neighbor. Nothing else.

He receives my compliments.

It was lovely without
ceremony and naturalness.

- I just wanted to impress the captain.
- And he managed to do it.

My father occupies an
important position in Paris.

I'm sure as soon as he
knows what he's done for me,

he will be as happy as I
am to be of service to you.

His kindness drives
me to make the journey.

You see, I've never been to Paris.

- The Lord? It's unbelievable.
- It is true.

So I ask you to be my guide.

I'll be in Paris in a fortnight
or three weeks at the latest.

Three months from now...

It's 10:30 am on Thursday,
February 21st. Wait for me...

... on the 21st of May at 10:30.

Rua do Helder, nº 27.

I live in my father's mansion,
but in an independent pavilion.

I'll be there.

I warn you that I am
of desperate precision.

Mr. Count of Monte Cristo.

I hope you'll forgive three
or four seconds of delay,

but in France it is
forbidden to beat coachmen.

I present to you
Mr. Maximilien Morrel.

Mr. d'Épinay, nice
to see you again.

It's a great honor for me.

Forgiveness.

Mr. Lucien Debray, private
secretary to the interior minister.

Mr. Beauchamp,
terrible journalist,

nightmare of the
French Government.

die...

Allow me a question, captain.

Are you related to the Morrel
family of Marseilles shipowners?

The eldest of them
is my father, sir.

Do you know him?

I have business in the
Mediterranean and I have always

been told that his father
was a very honest man.

and with a noble heart.

It's the memory I keep of him.

What a beautiful lady, Viscount.

A friend dear to
your heart, I believe.

He's my mother, sir.

Commissioned this portrait
six or seven years ago

to Léopold Robert,
during my father's absence

only he doesn't appreciate it.

But, I yes.

I appreciate it very much.

His friends are charming.

They say that Parisians
are witty at the table.

My father's people
are a little different.

The Count of
Monte-Cristo, my father.

Welcome, sir.

He saved the only
heir of this house.

Our gratitude is eternal.

It is a great honor for
me to stand before a

man of his merit on
the day I arrive in Paris.

Fortune, for a change, was
not wrong in crowning him.

Doesn't she still have a
marshal's baton to offer him?

King Luís Filipe adorned
himself with the lion skin

and surrounded himself with servants of the eagle.

Consequently,

I exchanged the sword for
politics and also for the fine arts.

renounced arms

in the hope of being
useful to their fellow citizens.

It's sublime.

We do not follow
that example in Italy.

Stay in France.

She treats her children
badly sometimes.

but habitually welcomes
foreigners with generosity.

Installing here...

My mother, Mr. Count.

What's up, ma'am?

Sorry...

The emotion is huge
to have before me

the person to whom
we owe our child's life.

The word "gratitude"
is certainly insufficient

to express what I feel, sir.

Madam, save the life of a
man your son's age, save a

father from suffering and a
mother like you from despair.

It's not a good
deed, Mrs. Countess.

It is a simple act of humanity.

My son should congratulate
himself on having a friend like you.

And I thank God for that.

The house overlooks
the Champs Elysées.

It's not bad.

The business
cards, Mr. Bertuccio?

The first was taken to Baron
Danglars, as per his orders.

Very well, Mr. Bertuccio.
It's all as I asked.

Has Haydée arrived yet?

She is sleeping.

French maids waiting
for her to wake up.

The Greek maid must not
communicate with the other domestics.

Mr. Baron Danglars asks
if Mr. Count can receive it.

Already?

Tell him I can't see him today.

He is decidedly even
uglier than before.

On the other hand,
horses are superb.

They are really splendid.

Didn't I ask you to buy me the
most beautiful horses in Paris?

But those are not for sale.

Everything is always on sale.

Baron Danglars bought
them for 16,000 francs.

He offers him 32,000 francs.

A banker never misses an
opportunity to double capital.

His Excellency is not available.

His Excellency?

Is this some prince
Mr. Monte Cristo?

One of these days he'll come
to me when he needs money.

To the Chamber of Peers!

I want these horses
hitched to my carriage

with a new harness
at five o'clock.

Allow me to respectfully note
that it is already two o'clock.

I know.

It's to Mr. of Monte-Cristo that
I have the honor of speaking?

And I to Mr. Danglars,
knight of the Legion

of Honor and member
of the House of Peers?

Yes sir Count.

Sorry I didn't call you by
the title right away but our

monarchy is bourgeois and I
am a representative of the people.

Evidently.

I received a letter
from the House of

Thopmson & French whose contents

It actually seems a
little obscure to me.

Open to Mr. Count of Monte-Cristo
an unlimited credit in my House.

It is precisely this "unlimited"...

Isn't Thopmson & French
House perfectly safe?

It's perfectly safe but...

In terms of credit, the word
"unlimited" is somewhat vague.

And the vague is doubtful.

"When in doubt, don't
risk it", as the saying goes.

Thopmson & French
do not set credit limits

but Mr. Danglars
has a limit to his.

No one has yet resorted
to my box in vain!

Looks like I'll be the first.

Fix the amount you
want to get from here

and don't worry,
Casa Danglars can

satisfy your
requirements unlimitedly.

Even if you asked me...
A million!

Forgiveness?

A million, yes.

I always bring a
million in treasury

bonds to deal with
unforeseen travel.

Do you think you would
open a credit for such misery?

By the way, here's
a letter of credit

on the bank of
Mr. Baron de Rothschild.

And a third in Mr. Lafitte.

Well...

So as not to worry you, I will
look for one of these gentlemen.

Unlimited credit in the three
main houses on the square!

Mr. Count,

it would be an immense joy...
What do I say?

An immense honor for my
bank to have your preference.

I'm at your orders.

Let's fix a general
importance for the first year.

For example...

For example, six million.
If I need more, I'll ask.

Have 500,000 francs
delivered to my house tomorrow.

Half in gold and
half in banknotes.

Certainly, Mr. Count!

My dear, it seems my horses...

Forgiveness.

Allow me to introduce
you to Ms. Danglers.

Mr. Count of Monte
Cristo came to Paris

with the intention of
spending six million a year.

Mr. Debray has told me
extraordinary things about you.

Unfortunately, he arrives
in Paris in a horrible season.

Theater is a disaster.
The dance, a catastrophe.

There are races on
the Campo de Marte.

Will you participate
with your horses?

I will do everything that
Parisian society expects of me.

I have a big
weakness for horses.

Then you will understand.

I promised a friend, Mrs. de

Villefort, wife of
the royal procurator,

I'll leave you my horses
tomorrow for a walk in the woods.

My two horses are the
most beautiful in Paris

and I heard from my coachman
that you had dispatched them.

Where are? Answer.

They were very wild.

As well? I never noticed.

Attached to his carriage
they were a danger.

I'll get you some softer ones.

I gave them practically for free.
I wanted to get rid of them.

They are horses for boys.

I should have offered
them to the Count.

Thank you but I already bought
some very good and not expensive.

- How much, if not indiscretion?
- Forgiveness?

Thirty thousand francs.

Thirty thousand?

Am I seeing well, ma'am?

My horses?

And harnessed to that carriage?

It's my car, Ms. Baroness.

She took the liberty
of selling my horses

to Mr. from Monte Cristo?

Dear Baron, I thought I was doing
the right thing and now they blame you.

Women like danger and
appreciate what is harmful.

It's simpler to let them do
whatever comes to mind,

especially being so pretty.

Help me fix my
first Parisian blunder

and I will be the
happiest man in the world.

What screw up?

Not to have realized
that horses like these

must belong to the most
beautiful lady in Paris.

They will not leave you again.

I just hope they don't throw
the carriage into a ditch.

Well, I told you you're a gentleman.

A true gentleman.

As long as he doesn't claim
back the 32,000 francs, that's fine.

At dusk, the horses I bought

yesterday will pass
in front of that door.

They will be out of control,
putting the carriage at risk.

You must stop them and calm them down.
Do you understand?

My son...

Édouard!

I beg you to send
quickly for a doctor.

Do not fear.
I have a little doctor.

It was emotion that
left your son like this.

Édouard!

My dear son, how do you feel?

Excuse me sir.

May I know to whom I owe this

happiness after such
a dreadful ordeal?

To the Count of
Monte-Cristo, madam.

I don't believe my eyes.
And you?

Mrs. Danglars has
told me a lot about you.

I am Heloise de Villefort.

All of Paris admires
Mrs. Danglers.

I heard so many compliments
that I wanted to try them.

and look how they treated me.

Don't mess with it, boy.

Some of these vials
are a great danger

even to breathe.

Édouard...

This good servant
risked his life to save us.

You'll thank him, Édouard.

- No, it's very ugly.
- How bad...

Thank you for everything you've done.

My husband will soon
thank you personally.

May I ask you to send for a car?

Ali, that very ugly man,
will accompany you.

Led by him, they are in
no danger, I assure you.

Mr. from Villefort.

Lord, I come to express
my gratitude to you.

Mr. Royal Attorney, I'm
glad you acted as I did.

You have no obligation to me.

But I know your visits
are rare, so I'm honored.

Preparing your next trip?

Traveled all over the
world, as far as I know.

It is true.

I intend to make a physiological
study of the human species.

Species?

human.

If I had free time, I would look
for something less depressing.

Don't say that,
sir. I studied and

compared the criminal
process of all nations

and I came to very
gratifying conclusions.

What for exemple?

This: the law of talion

it is the law nearest to natural
justice, the simplest and most equitable.

So, the closest to perfection.

We have our code,
which I think is very

sophisticated, if not too
sophisticated for a layman.

But its knowledge requires
a lot of study and time.

If you refer to the
French code, I studied it.

I also know English, Turkish,
Japanese and Hindu laws

even the smallest chapters.

But to what end did
you do all this research?

To more easily study any

man who crosses my path...

... and with such
care that I know

him better than
he knows himself.

Then...

- This is an example.
- I understand.

So he may have forgotten
some of his actions,

of his faults,

even though my
example was a proxy

no free time to
reflect on his past,

I assure you that I do not question
your memory as a magistrate.

Did all the men commit faults?

Some committed crimes.

Are you just perfect?

I am an exceptional being,
I say without false modesty.

But down here,
what is your ambition.

I want to be Providence.

See well that what I know of
the most sublime in the world

is to reward

and also punish.

If I lose my soul, whatever.

If you want to find a
worthy opponent, come and

continue this conversation
at my house one day.

Let me introduce you to my
father, Noirtier de Villefort,

one of the most ardent
Jacobins of the Revolution.

Yes, I've heard that.

An undead.

Really?

Rupture of a blood
vessel in a brain lobe

shattered his intelligence and
remarkable faculties in a second.

He had come to face Robespierre.

What a sad scenario for
his house, Mr. Attorney.

God comforted me with
two children coming into life

while my father drags
himself to his death.

If your talion law is
to be believed, my

father made mistakes
that elude human justice.

And the justice of
God struck him only.

Goodbye, Mr. Count.

I leave you with the assurance
of my highest esteem,

which I hope can be pleasant to
you when you get to know me better.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Ms. Danglars came to visit me.

She didn't know you guys.

She's not a friend,
she's just a relationship.

We both went through the same
thing and that brings us closer.

What do they have in common?

Eugénie confided in
me her repugnance

to marry Albert de Morcerf

and I confessed that I thought it a
misfortune to marry Mr. d'Épinay.

Dear Valentine,
will you marry him?

It is my father's
will, Maximilien.

Will make my best friend happy

and reduce me to despair.

And I?

I have only my poor
grandfather's affection.

My father abandons me and
my stepmother pursues me.

How? Mrs.
de Villefort pursues her?

She hates me.

She has no money
and I am very rich.

She is crazy about her son.

Her love for him
is as strong as...

How?

Like the feeling I
have for Maximilien.

My God, what are you doing?

Allow me to entrust
our love to a friend.

You can help us because
you can do everything.

He is the Count of Monte-Cristo.

The Count of Monte Cristo?

Don't you know he's
my stepmother's friend?

He can never be my friend.

He didn't even look at me.

When I tell him
about you, he'll look.

You get excited
easily, Maximilien.

When the enthusiasm passes
him, he will also abandon me.

Dear Valentine, how
can she say that?

I will not love
anyone as I love you.

Never.

trust.

Goodbye, Maximilien.

Say!

My father, we decided
to marry Valentine.

The wedding will be
within three months.

The young man has
fortune and a good name.

It's about Mr. Franz de
Quesnel, Baron de Épinay.

And as Valentine is
particularly fond of you,

the Baron has accepted
that you live with them.

Is he sick from the heat?

The young Mr. d'Épinay has
complete control of his fortune.

His mother died giving birth to him
and his father disappeared in 1815.

Found in the Seine
pierced by two sword

blows on the morning
of 6 February 1815.

A mysterious murder.

And that's it, I wish
you a good night.

Would you like Édouard
to come and see you?

No?

But he is his grandson.

Want to see Valentine?

What happened, grandfather?
Did I bore you?

What did I do wrong to you?

I already know!

They talked about my wedding
and you're mad that I hid it?

Listen, grandfather.
I'll be honest with you.

This marriage despairs me.

Franz d'Épinay is
absolutely indifferent to me.

I love with all my
might a good, honest,

brave and handsome
young officer.

My God, if you could help me...

Do you think you could?

Do you want something?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K,

L, M, N...

What do you want starts with N?

AT? HUH? NI?

AT THE?

Note, note...

Notary?

What do you want is a notary?

Barrois, could you call
the notary of Mr. Noirtier?

Immediately, miss.

It's Countess Gabrieli.

She went to Campo de Marte,
to the Jockey-Club award.

A very bizarre thing happened.

The race was won by an
unknown horse and jockey.

Won with three lead lengths.

And what was the horse's name?

Vamp.

Guess the owner's name.

I don't understand what you
can have against Mna. Danglers.

-She's charming.
- Yes but...

It's not quite to my taste.

Then?
She looks like a hunting Diana.

Precisely.
I prefer more voluptuous.

More Venus de Milo or Capua.

We will.

Help me, Morcerf.

The baroness wants to know everything
about the Count of Monte-Cristo.

She lived with
him more than I did.

The lady with him is beautiful.

Who is she?

She is a Greek, my lady.

This is easily
seen by her attire.

I believe it is a slave she
bought in Constantinople.

Slave?
I thought they no longer existed.

In Turkey and other Arab
states they are still acquired.

She has a beautiful lap.

- And what do you think of him?
- From the earl?

Too pale.

I find it out of the ordinary,
as you can't see anymore.

Make sure to bring him here, Albert.

Yes ma'am.

Her son left us just now,
but he's coming back

with a surprise that
should delight you.

- A surprise?
- The Count of Monte Cristo.

Yes.

He hasn't been here for a week
and he's already the king of Paris.

He buys and offers horses
and teams of a thousand louis,

saves the life of the
royal attorney's wife...

Come, Mr. Count.

Saves my best friend's
life and doesn't even notice.

It was my black servant
who was fortunate enough

to render this service
to Mrs. from Villefort.

But it was the count who took my son
from the clutches of bandits in Rome.

So I'm embarrassed.
Forget it, I beg you.

Baroness, won't you
introduce me to your daughter?

We've only talked
about you for three days.

Eugenie, Mr. Count
of Monte Cristo.

Is that gorgeous, unknown young

woman in your
cabin his daughter?

Not Haydee.

She is a poor Greek
whose guardian I am.

Mr. of Morcerf,
who met Ali-Tebelin,

have you seen at his court
such an admirable attire?

It's true, Mr. Conde
served Janina's pasha.

Note what a beautiful view.

Yes.

She is very beautiful.

Haydee.

What you have?

The man you were talking
to murdered my father.