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Do you think I like being the Count of Monte Cristo?

He's a terrifying man - ruthless and cold...

I didn't want to become that man. I was happy just being Edmond Dantes...

I expected nothing more from life But they ruined it...

Villefort, Morcef, Danglars...

...and even that worn Caderousse. Who knew all but said nothing...

By killing the sailor who asked for nothing...

...they created the avenger who's back for his dues. Too bad for them...

I don't want your soup. Don't bring me any...

I don't want to eat any more. I want to die...

Don't be afraid. Help me...

- Who are you? - Father Faria.

And you?

I'm Number 34.

But my name used to be Dantes. Edmond Dantes.

How long have you been here?

I don't know any more. In the beginning. I counted the days...

But I don't know any more...

Today is 11th February.

11th February?

Yes, It's February. That's why I'm cold.

February, but what year?

1833?

I've been here for 18 years.

They robbed me of the sunlight.

They stole my love...

...my youth...

...my future.

Edmond Dantes?

Edmond Dantes?

I have a warrant for your arrest by Mr. De Villefort, Crown Prosecutor...

in the name of the law...

...follow me.

My friends, carry on enjoying yourselves. I'll be right back...

Easy...

This letter denouncing you is anonymous...

Any idea what you're accused of?

None at all Prosecutor. I can't see what harm I could have done...

I'm just back from a long trip to the East Indies on Morrel's Pharaon...

Where you served as first mate?

How did you come to take command?

As I said in my last report. The captain died of fever off Gibraltar.

Surely I'm not accused of killing him.

No, of disembarking on Elba.

Did you?

Yes Where's the harm?

The ex-emperor Napoleon's aide gave you a letter?

Didn't you know contact with the former tyrant is forbidden?

I acted on my captain's orders.

Before he died, he made me swear to fetch the letter. I didn't want to...

You're not a Bonapartist?

I'm a sailor. - I'm never in France long enough to care about politics.

How could I deny a dying man his last wish?

He was the sole master, after God of the ship on witch I served.

Maritime law demands strict obedience.

Good defence.

I'm not defending myself. The truth does.

I believe you, young man.

It's settled. We know what to think of anonymous letters I get a dozen a day.

Unchain him.

- Am I free? - Better, you're innocent.

Justice can't reproach your compassion for a dying man...

I'm returning you to your fiancee.

I'm going back to my own engagement party.

What a strange coincidence. All my best wishes.

Our fiancees may become friends.

They'll ruin us at the same dressmaker's.

One more thing, Captain. This letter from Elba do you still have it?

Certainly.

Do you remember the name and address on it?

Of course. I intended to deliver it myself.

A certain Mr. Noirtier, 13 rue du Coq-Heron. I think.

I intend to flee and reclaim power.

Eliminate Condenance my most dangerous adversary...

You have my complete trust, Napoleon.

Edmond Dantes. I must arrest you.

What? But you just said...

Take him to the Chateau d'If. Isolate him.

You have no right.

Quiet Very serious accusations hang over you.

Stop.

Damn you, Villefort. One day I'll kill you.

Villefort's reaction and sudden change of mind was caused by...

The name of the man to whom I was to deliver the letter.

Noirtier, rue du Coq-Heron, Paris.

The name isn't familiar?

No, I sailed off the coasts of Africa...

...rounded the Cape of Good Hope, put into Colombo and Bombay.

I've never been to Paris. I don't know anyone.

Noirtier's full name...

...is Noirtier de Villefort, the Crown Prosecutor's father.

He's reputed...

...for his Bonapartist sympathies.

The letter...

...must have been compromising for Villefort's father.

That makes sense.

That explains why they let me rot here without so much as a trial.

But Napoleon is dead.

Bonapartist conspiracies are meaningless.

For Villefort, danger is everywhere.

If you're tried. You'll talk about the letter.

For his father and career, Villefort didn’t hesitate to sacrifice me...

...and bury me alive.

Remember the other letter.

The anonymous letter denouncing me as the Emperor's courier.

Since I've been in this hole I haven't stopped turning things over in my mind.

I find it hard to accept the truth.

But for me today,

...that letter...

isn't anonymous.

Don't be ashamed Jesus cried when he was betrayed.

People think they were tears of fear.

The fear of torture.

Maybe he cried because Judas betrayed him.

Judas was his friend. Look what he did.

Jesus didn't take revenge.

He was God and had duties. But you're a man and you have rights.

We'll report his death after our shift.

The night round can take him to the cemetery.

We'll put him in a bag or the animals will start eating him.

I sought and found Faria.

The most beautiful treasure.

Freedom, Faria.

I found it.

He's heavy for an old man who was just skin and bones.

It's the ball.

We should have weighed him down at the cemetery.

Are they after you? I can hide you.

We could have some fun.

I've no money.

They say I smell like the sea and move like a mermaid. How about it. Sailor?

I'm not expensive.

I've a woman waiting for me.

Father, open up please It's Edmond. I'm in danger.

Excuse me, isn't Mr. Dantes here?

Not for a long time.

Has he gone elsewhere?

Yes, elsewhere.

Far away?

Very far away. He's dead, They arrested his son...

...and threw him in jail so the old man died. Of hunger.

When his son was taken away he stopped eating He just wanted to die.

- it can't be - To be with his dear Edmond.

with God.

Edmond wasn't dead.

He must have been.

Many people enquired about him. No one seemed to know anything.

It was so long ago What's the point of digging it all up?

You look like a sailor.

Show us your papers.

- Of course - Hurry up.

I've had to show them three times. I can't remember where I put them.

What do you want with my grandson? He's never hurt anyone.

Your grandson?

Without him. I'd have died long ago. Maybe I should have done...

You mustn't talk like that. Forgive us. We weren't to know.

We're after a escapee...

You won't find him here. All we hide is our poverty.

Why did you do that?

I don't know who you are. I'd rather lot.

But I did that because earlier,

you defended the memory of old Dantes.

I'm looking for Senorita Mercedes. I knocked on her door but she's not in.

You must know her.

Mercedes Igualada.

She's Catalan.

Where have you been? She's been gone for almost 20 years.

Gone where?

They talked of Paris at the time, I think.

She never came back.

What about Fernand Mondego, her cousin? Maybe he knows where she is.

He's gone too. He joined the army.

Well, my friend you're eating like a rat.

What ship are you on?

No boat.

I was on a sailing ship in Malta but it was wrecked.

It happens. The Jeune Amelie is a strong ship and I'm a good boss.

An offer?

One of my men was arrested...

...and I've a meeting off the coast tonight.

With this wind and a small crew, I could use a hand.

- Contraband? - Mind your business...

...and I'll mind mine.

Will you do it?

- Where are you going? - Italy.

That's all you need to know.

The wind is astern, Captain. We need a square sail.

Square?

Yes. And slacken the jibs There's not enough belly.

Sea bass stuffed with minced langoustine and sea urchins...

...grilled over fennel and flanbe with aniseed liqueur.

Covered with a tomato veloute spiced with saffron.

Bertuccio is a hopeless sailor, but a wonderful chef.

Before joining us...

...he was chef to Count Fariatti.

A rich Tuscan.

You know them. Always imagining they're being robbed...

...or tricked.

Your chef's a thief?

And you? Who are you?

- There's a beacon to starboard - Steady?

No. Here one secunde, gone the next.

That's the signal. All on deck. I smell Turkish tobacco.

Monte Cristo Island?

An island? That's a big name for a piece of rock.

Can you leave me there?

On Monte Cristo?

It won't be much of a detour.

I don't want to lose a good sailor like you.

You'd be mad to leave now. Until I sell the tabacco we loaded tonight.

I can't pay you.

Ali I want is to be left on the island for a week until you return from Italy.

What can a man like you do on that rock?

When Lazarus rose from his grave, no one asked questions.

The silence of the dead must be respected.

May God forgive me for turning His son into a knife.

- This will give you strength - It's too late.

Before I go, I want to give you something.

To reveal a secret no one ever believed.

But you will...

as you believe in God.

- Do I believe in God? - It's like my secret.

Until you see it, you have doubts. But when you do, you'll be dazzled.

A treasure Because I'm rich. My child.

Immensely rich.

Over there. An island.

An island? What island?

Monte Cristo. The island of Monte Cristo.

It's surrounded by reefs. I can't risk getting closer.

I'm a good swimmer.

See you in a week, You'll miss my cooking.

That's not all. Don't you know who he is?

- Remember the Chateau d'If cannon? - So?

That's why I wanted to keep him on board.

But he could have fled in Italy.

He can't escape from Monte Cristo.

in Italy I'm wanted by the police.

Don't worry. You're not worth a noose.

He's different.

Chateau d'If prisoners aren't lowly scum. They're the cream.

A cave.

Faria. Give me a sign.

I'll do the rest.

Don't abandon me.

Show me.

The treasure belonged to Count Spada who was poisoned by Cesare Borgia.

Help me.

I'm a descendent of the Spadas.

The treasure was too well hidden. ... eve for a Borgia.

Poor old man.

He didn't know what he was saying.

It's only natural.

I was delirious too.

Anyway.

...What would I have done with that treasure?

Faria, what would I have done with that treasure?

A cave with gems buried in the night.

But you I’ll release them from the night.

You I’ll make them shine brighter than the sun.

They will be yours, All yours.

Are you really sure?

It's that one.

You're sure that's Monte Cristo Island?

Sir, it's Bertuccio.

Sir. Don't hide.

Don't hide. I've come to save your life.

Save me?

What's all this?

I swear it's true. The captain wanted...

...to turn you in to the French for the reward.

So you want that reward. How many are you?

You're wrong.

Stay away.

I'm alone apart from Jeppe, the fisherman who brought me here.

Tell him to disembark, I'll take his boat ad you'll be my sailor.

He earns his living with his boat. He's a poor man.

He's rich now.

Why didn't you want old Jeppe?

You two could have got rid of me. I know you.

Who am I? A cook who doesn't even have a knife.

A thief who looted his master. But you wont get me.

You're obsessed by being attacked. Why? Do you have a fortune in there?

Don't try to be mysterious. It's clear.

...if not to collect the loot he hid before his arrest?

It's not loot. It's an inheritance.

You just gave yourself away. You came back out of greed. Not charity.

You don't have a knife. But I do Back to the sails.

You're mistaken.

Even if your chest is full of diamonds as big as the one you gave Jeppe...

...I'm not interested in the least.

Bertuccio's word.

Ali I ask is for you to take me as your servant.

I don't need anyone.

We're not headed for France.

Well spotted. We're going to Italy.

Forgive me but I'm not sure I understand.

Who do you work for?

I have the honour of being my own master and living off my fortune.

And you claim to be in a position to acquire...

51% of the capital of your bank, Why 51%?

To have the freedom to act as I please wherever inspiration leads me.

Do you see?

No. He doesn't see.

This joke has gone on long enough. Listen. May friend...

Count.

Pardon?

"My friend" isn't offensive but you should say "Count".

Count?

Yes, Count of Monte Cristo.

- That's you? - Yes.

If you don't wish to deal with me. Say so now.

- I'll go elsewhere - Elsewhere?

To buy another bank? Please excuse me.

Before our meeting, I left a chest in your strong-room.

- You may have it opened - I already have.

Have you examined the contents of the chest?

Yes, but...

But what?

There's a lot of silver, gold. Jewellery...

Thank you. Leave us.

What I've just heard is incredible.

Quite simply stupefying.

Why have we never heard of...

Monte Cristo? That's because I've hardly ever left my castle.

Your castle?

Of course. It must be splendid. Where is it?

On an island. Far away in the East.

Might I know, Count...

what great honour made you choose us?

Doesn't Morrel. The shipowner from Marseille, bank with you?

For me, that's a reference.

It seems Mr Morrel...

has been the victim of unfortunate circumstances lately.

He has lost a lot of ships.

He only has one left the Pharaon...

The future or. More realistically, the survival...

Of Morrel and Son depends entirely on the success of this voyage.

A long voyage which will take a year.

During which you'll suspend Morrel's debt repayments.

That seems imprudent.

The greatest imprudence, dear sir...

is to question my orders.

is to question my orders.

Quickly, to Marseille.

Please. Father...

What can Father Busoni do for you?

I let you settle in first Restoring this house can't have been easy.

With Goïs help you can do anything.

My poor old legs won't carry me to the church to confess.

You absolve me?

And my sins?

"That which you do to the least among you is done unto me" The Lorïs words.

it's God who owes you.

It works, Bertuccio The old woman was fooled.

She wanted to confess to me. It may be the last time I say "I forgive you".

Father Busoni...

...requires more work. The nose is fine and the voice good enough.

But there's something missing in the eyes.

You see I tell you everything. Maybe too much.

I hope I'm right to trust you.

After all, you're a chicken thief punishable by jail or even hard labour.

So don't betray me or my vengeance will be,

Terrifying I know.

Let me tell you something.

To live among free men again. You must learn to give your trust.

To me at least. Who is heartedly I'll confess something.

To prove your trust is well-founded and to place myself at your mercy...

...I'll tell you my name.

The man the police want is called Viscoli.

My real name is Benedetto Francesco Viscoli.

I suppose you expect the same from me.

I'm a chef who hides his recipes so you don't have to divulge your secrets.

I'll give you some sort of credit.

When you ask, I'll tell you who the Count of Monte Cristo is.

God bless you.

How far is the Pont du Gard inn?

A league, Father. But I wouldn't stay there.

Why not?

They say the innkeeper and his maid are scoundrels.

You look flustered.

Someone important is coming.

In Father Busoni, You're Caderousse. Aren't you?

You know me?

By reputation. You ran La Posada Inn...

...near the Catalan village?

Yes. But I chose to leave Marseille.

Yes, its a dangerous town isn't it?

Where its easy to fall into bad company.

Carconte. Can’t you see he’s starving.

Would you like some excellent wine from Beaucaire?

With pleasure. Take a seat.

But I didn’t come here.

...for your food or wine.

- hat for, then? - For your memory, Mr. Caderousse.

Do you remember a certain Edmond Dantes?

Edmond Dantes?

Do I know Edmond Dantes?

Yes. A little. He used to come to La Posada for a glass of Bamdol.

I haven’t seen him for ages.

You wont again now he’s dead.

He’s dead?

I gave him the last rites and heard his final confession.

De Profundis as you people say.

But he cant have had much to confess.

A better man never walked the earth.

I see you liked him. He liked you too.

Just before he died he begged me to find the only true friends he had.

whom he’d always loved.

Fernand Mondego Eugene Danglars and you...

...my dear Caderousse.

Why find us if he’s dead.

What do you mean?

Don’t ask me...

...how he came by this diamond. It's a confessional secret.

But the fact is this gem is valued at 50.000 francs.

Dantes asked me to distribute the proceeds from its sale...

...among his friends such as you.

Even divided between three it's a considerable sum.

Undoubtedly. Father.

But maybe we should think twice before sharing it.

Of course he couldn’t have known.

Known what?

Fernand Mondego. Eugene Danglars whom Dantes thought his friends...

You’ll accuse me...

of slander.

Speak up. My friend. You can speak.

They wrote the letter that put him in jail.

Well. You seem to know a great deal.

You know When you serve people. You can't help hearing what they say.

But I had nothing to do with their dirty plot.

You can see for yourself I'm still poor.

- And them? - Them?

It seems there’s no justice here below.

I hey didn’t hang around after Dantes was arrested.

Danglars went to Paris and made millions. He founded a bank.

- He’s now a baron - Him?

Fernand did better. He joined the army and served under Ali Pasha...

who made him a rich general.

He too lives in Paris now as Count of Morcerf.

He’s a peer of France.

I see.

I hope you see...

...it would be wrong to share the diamond with them.

I hey don’t deserve it.

It’s not like me and my poor maid.

Aren’t you well?

Yes I'm fine.

But I'll be on my way What do I owe you?

Nothing. You bring me a diamond worth 50.000 francs I won't ask you to pay.

It’s Father Busoni who had your wine.

- And your chicken - That's 2.40.

Here’s 3.

Keep the change.

Dantes had friends. Or so he thought.

But le also had a sweetheart. Mercedes Igualada.

A beautiful girl.

T heard shed left Marseille.

She’s now Countess of Morcerf.

Bolt the door in case he regrets leaving me the gem.

Leaving us the gem.

I'm not a traitor to man or God so I'm warning You.

You didn’t see fit to exercise divine justice, so I'll do it my way.

I shall be ruthless and devastating.

I’m Brother Barnabe...

...of the Order of Saint Francis.

I'm surprised a priest with such a fine horse should stop...

...in such a wretched place to seek God.

I don't seek God I cane to vain Him I'm taking His place.

For repairs to your door. Pray for me.

I was starting to worry and not just because I almost burned the dinner.

It would have been a pity. It's a fine meal.

Tomatoes with anchovies. Spaghetti...

Earlier. I spent 50,003 francs on a meal that ruined my appetite for days.

Have no time.

Were leaving.

- Where to? - The East.

I need to learn. Faria didn’t teach me everything. He was too good.

What will you learn?

Refinement, Bertuccio All aspects of it.

Especially refinement in revenge.

Marseille. One year later.

What is it. Maximilien?

It could be the Pharaon.

It could be. But were not certain.

It must be It has to be.

May God hear you.

If the Pharao and its cargo have sunk, bankruptcy is inevitable.

I o think you made me wear that 'cake on my head all this time.

You too must be in a hurry to change.

Yes I have an appointment.

Who do you want to be now? Monte Cristo, Father Busoni?

- Doctor Malzenstein, Lord Wilmore? - Lord Wilmore.

Will that pass for an English nose?

I learnt about the English on the Pharaon.

Their ships are better than ours and their Empire "bigger" than our kingdom.

Why not their loses?

- And your Turks? - What about them?

Who am I? Aladdin? How do I keep your caravanserai in this tiny place?

Buy a house for them moneys no object, It must be big and sumptuous.

Sumptuous? These men are only slaves.

No. I bought them my employees must be treated as well as I treat myself.

- Cone in - The Pharaon must be arriving.

Mr Morrel, a Lord Wilmore is here to see you.

He says he's from the bank.

Yes its Thomson & French. That was inevitable. Show him in.

I his meeting promises to be trick y.

I have several loans with that bank which are now due It's a lot of money.

Unfortunately our coffers are empty.

Father don’t despair. If it is the Pharaon coming in...

Mr Morrel the Thomson & French bank with whom you do business...

I don’t wish to be discourteous by interrupting...

But this meeting must be as painful for you as for me.

- With your permission. Lets be brief - As you wish.

Here is a statement of our accounts.

Firstly you have loans for 200,000 francs.

I hey were suspended for a year but are now due.

We must add 32.500 francs at the end of this month.

And for the end of next month. About 55000 francs.

I hats it. Exactly.

You’re not questioning the amount due.

So how do you intend to pay it? I must say the bank is worried.

I’ve always honoured my signature.

I know it's rumoured that Morrel and Son is incapable of meeting its debts.

But as soon as the Pharaon's arrival...

is announced...

I came to Marseille on the Louqsor which carried the Pharaon's survivors.

I he Pharaon is no more.

Maximilien. Run to the harbour. Go and comfort our poor sailors.

Bring them here. I'll see them once I'm done.

How many survivors.

All the crew of the Pharaon were saved.

T hank you I hats the main thing.

Rumour has it you’ve never lost a crew member. Is it true?

No it's not.

I lost a captain a long time ago. I never got over it.

Which ship was he on?

He wasn’t aboard a ship. He was taken by something unspeakable.

I never understood.

To honour his memory. I can tell you his name.

It was Edmond Dantes.

Dantes. You say?

I he young man whose father you generously helped...

...until his death?

Generously. My lord?

So they say.

I'm sorry about the Pharaon.

hats it to you? What's a ship to bankers?

Figures. The value of the cargo? You can't understand.

I he Pharaon was out finest and oldest ship Now Morrel and Son will sink too.

I know what you want. What do you do with all the money?

We turn it into ships. Voyages, free men, curry, vanilla. Silk and dreams.

Our money flies on the wind.

It travels the seas.

What you say is rather lovely.

- Go on laugh at me - We have just given your father

another three months...

to honour his loans.

After that period. I will have the pleasure of meeting you here...

...at midday on the dot.

I he situation will be the same. If not worse, save a miracle.

But thank you for that small reprieve.

Most consider it a privilege to know the day and the hour of their death.

Nice carriage, Bertuccio.

But once in Italy. Buy matching horses.

- Refinement. Bertuccio - We're going back to Italy?

Tomorrow at dawn We'll travel day and night.

Aren’t the best shipbuilders in your country?

Yes. But the best police too.

I hope you're not having a boat built. What for?

I o go back in time and triumph over it.

I his is exactly what I want.

Except for a few details.

I he poop deck is too high It spoils the line, The deck houses are too big.

As for this ridiculous banister rail...

Ridiculous?

Now to essentials What wood will you use for the deck?

The usual pine.

I want white beech.

Lets use pine to plank the hull on an oak frame fined with copper.

I think it will need about 100,000 rivets.

It seems you've spent your whole life...

...building ships.

I here was one I loved I knew her by heart.

From the keel to the top of the masts.

Some nights I have rebuilt her. Rib after rib.

It's a mental exercise like any other to stop yourself going mad.

Three months is much too short to...

If you start running out of time. Double, triple or quadruple your teams.

I’ll pay the cost.

Count. A fortune gives rights...

My rights don’t cone from my fortune. But my misfortune.

...hite beech, an oak frame lined with copper...

- Are you the Count of Monte Cristo? - At your service.

My dear architect. I’m counting on you.

- At your service - Viscount Albert.

...of Morcerf.

It is I who an at your service...

What name?

I'm the son of General Fernand. Count of Morcerf.

Peer of France.

So your mother is...

Countess of Morcerf.

Mercedes of Morcerf?

Do you know her?

You seem troubled.

It's the Italian sun.

This terrible torpor.

The heat is unbearable. Would you like a drink?

I wanted to ask you a favour. You're not drinking?

Here it is. Have you heard about am execution?

- Pardon? - There's an execution in two days.

Rocca Priori. Or Peppino. Will die for being in Luigi Vampa's gang.

One of Italy’s most famous bandits.

Why does that concern you?

I he Italians have strange executions.

I'm learning about Italy and its customs.

I must see this.

Alas T left it too Tate to get seats.

Mr. Pastrini. Who runs this place...

...said you wouldn’t have been so careless.

And you’d invite me to the balcony you rented...

...for the show.

Show? You call a man's death a show?

Its punishing a bandit.

Punishment is a terrifying word. Don't use it as if talking about opera.

I don’t understand Isn’t justice...

It can be mistaken and when it is, it becomes the most vile. Repugnant thing.

It shames those who dispense it.

I have no balcony.

- Who is it? - Me.

- Is the house on fire? - Worse. It's terrible.

Pastrini just lit a candle to St Rita, saint of desperate causes.

Only she can save the boy Her or you.

What do you mean?

T he Viscount of Morcerf was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? How?

Luigi Vampa did it for an exorbitant ransom.

If its not paid he'll have the boy's throat cut.

You want to know how much?

He’s greedy, this Vampa But no need to panic.

Let Pastrini advance the money. The Morcerf’s will pay him back.

Pastrini doesn’t have that sum.

You could help. You have the money.

You came for that?

I thought you’d agree.

I he Count of Monte Cristo says 'no.

I wont spend a farthing on a Morcerf.

I'd love to ask you for ink. A pen and paper...

To give myself the satisfaction of informing Morcerf he just lost his son...

How can you say something so dreadful?

I cant believe you’d do that.

I here were things I couldn’t believe either. But they were true.

Fernand will see what it is to lose a son.

T he suffering that caused my father's death. He too must suffer.

Bring me wine I'll drink to Luigi Vampa's health.

I’m rejoicing over Gods justice.

I he boy is innocent. What if they cut his throat?

He wanted to see torture He'll have a font seat.

No?

You dont understand.

And his mother?

Don t worry about her, She recovers quickly.

She overcame her first misfortune in a few months.

So you know this unfortunate lady?

Yes. Sir. You do know her.

And she made you suffer.

T hats why you’re rejoicing that she will suffer now.

I cant deny it.

So that’s it. You want revenge. Take it. Then.

But not on an innocent who wasn’t born at the time of your tragedy.

I was innocent too.

All the more reason.

If you remember all you suffered...

don’t let injustice strike another innocent.

You want me to save Albert.

I do. I demand it even.

You demand? You dare to? In the name of what?

In the name of the debt you owe me.

You’ve forgotten that one. I haven’t.

You said I had credit with you.

I hat was to tell you my story, my name.

I don’t care who you are.

What matters s what you are You're a good man.

What makes you say that?

I have a bran. I think.

You know why you’re spending a fortune on a ship?

Because I was a sailor and I love boats.

No, you'll never set foot on that boat.

I know what and who its for.

You're a fearsome creditor. Very well you win.

I will settle my debt.

You’ll pay the ransom?

No, I won’t.

Since I cant have revenge, let me at least have some fun.

Run and drag Pastrini from his prayers.

I ell him I want to meet Luigi Vampa before dawn.

- I hats more like it - One more thing.

Find out everything about the judge who sentenced Vampa's man.

Good evening, Mr Vampa. Thank you for meeting me.

Get your men away.

Do it yourself.

It's all right. You have the money?

No. I came empty-handed.

Then Albert of Morcerf will be killed.

I think not.

Who's going to stop me?

Rocca Priori, known as Peppino, your friend.

Why does his death concern you?

I can stop it.

By snatching him from the executioner? It's impossible.

I'll get him pardoned in exchange for Morcerf's life. One life for another.

I hat's fair, isn’t it?

Do we have a deal?

Are you sure?

Before an execution, the judge always goes to the opera.

His way of salving his conscience.

He has a rather strange night in gallant company.

His Excellency Judge Simonetti?

My dear child.

I’m not asking for much.

If I begged you to make love to me, I'd understand, but all I ask is...

To kiss my feet?

To lick them and bathe them slowly and adoringly.

I wouldn’t mind you punishing me with a whip.

You disgust me.

I don’t understand you.

Only I shall be humiliated, punished and condemned...

...and happy to be so.

Little fool.

May I speak to you. Judge.

No I’m sorry. Not tonight.

Tonight everything is atrocious. The orchestra. The soprano...

Especially that little goose.

When one asks a young lady for strange and fascinating pleasure...

one must offer another form of fascination in return.

What fascinates young ladies today...

...is this.

Its a beautiful gem.

I’m glad you like it. Its yours.

Mine? Why? Who are you?

Come with me I’ll explain.

In fact, this is a deal.

A deal?

It will earn you the gratitude...

of the charming child with the delicate feet.

What do you take me for?

- An easily corrupted judge? - I don't want to corrupt you.

Just help you to satisfy...

a very innocent desire compared to so many others.

What’s to stop me arresting you?

Passion is stopping you. You love young women to hurt and humiliate you...

Why not, even if I don t share your taste?

One woman made me suffer and men humiliated me.

All this has left me with an immense feeling of helplessness.

But each to his own dreams. I certainly won't judge yours.

I'd mount this diamond as a pendant.

A diamond looks so pure on a young breast.

As for the ruby and emerald, the young lady will use them well.

Geese aren’t as stupid as they look.

I his form of torture is a mazzolata It's uniquely Italian.

See that club? I he executioner will use it to crush Peppino's skull.

I hen hell cut his throat with the knife.

I hen he'll trample his belly to expel the blood.

How barbaric.

Don't worry. This is the last mazzolata.

After that, the Italians will be civilised and only cut off heads.

Free Peppino!

I have a message for the officer.

By order of his Excellency Judge Simonetti...

...a pardon has been granted for Rocca Priori known as Peppino.

My dear Viscount, after all that you couldn't attend your mazzolata.

Not too disappointed. I hope?

My father...

...my dear mother and especially I...

You’re alive, the weathers fine and Italy is a charming country. Enjoy it.

Until next time, Viscount.

Calm down.

We must talk.

Your restlessness wont change a thing.

Hell be here at midday and I...

No, you cant kill a man over money.

I won’t harm.

...Lord Wilmore.

It’s you...

Give me that. Who cares what we owe him?

One doesn’t die for a bank.

What I owe Thomson & French won't ruin them.

For them, my debt is probably a drop in the ocean.

You see? Think of me.

I’m only thinking of you.

Of your future.

Of your chances of gaining the trust of investors...

...who will help you found a new firm.

There’s one thing I don’t want said about you.

See that young Maximilien?

His father couldn’t even honour his signature. Beware...

of him'.

I wont be a shipowner. So what? I'll be a sailor.

And sign the muster?

I’ve disgraced your name.

Do you know what a signature is?

Do you know what it is.

Its the extension of a hand.

My hand is me And I am you.

Off you go.

Leave me alone.

Let me do what I must.

How can I leave you?

- I'll only return to find you... - Asleep.

Gone to sleep a little suddenly. But just asleep.

Sleep is good for you.

You'll see when you’re old.

Every night I think that.

Ah, to close my eyes...

…at last.

To close my eyes.

I love you, my little boy.

I love you.

Off you go Leave me alone.

Its nearly midday.

Go on.

To Lord I Wilmore. 5th March.

I am putting an end to my days.

If you are the man, think you are. You will understand.

But by committing this act...

...which people other than you will call evasion or cowardice...

...Am paying myself.

am settling the account with myself.

a buying back my honour.

Are you the Morrel boy?

Maximilien Morrel.

I was told to give you this before midday.

- Who gave you this - A saintly man. Father Busoni.

Father. Don t do it. Look.

Enough to cover our debt. And more.

I know this purse.

It belongs to a Father Busoni.

No, you’re mistaken. It belonged to old Dantes.

Sometimes a few notes They're less noisy.

He was a proud man.

Come in.

Here I am as agreed.

I've something extraordinary to tell you.

It's a miracle.

- You can... - Honour my signature and more.

I thought as much. The Pharaon is back.

That’ll change things for you.

Forgive me. But you must be mistaken.

Mistaken? What about?

The Pharaon.

You know very well my ship sank.

You told me yourself three months ago.

I’m a man of finance - used to hard numbers and cold facts.

I really was aboard the ship which rescued the Pharaons survivors.

I was on the deck of the Louqsor.

I saw those men swim with the strength born of despair.

I saw the wild sea smash and swallow up...

...what was left of your unfortunate ship.

If you have a Bible, give it to me.

I'll swear right hand on the sacred Book...

...that I saw the Pharaon disappear into the depths of the sea.

But I’ll also swear before God...

...that as I came along the quays a crowd cheered.

I he same Pharaon flying your colours was sailing majestically.

...into Marseille on its return from Italy.

Its holds are full of olive oil, wheat...

...citrus fruit, wine, Chianti... Parmesan.

It would be...

But if the word miracle exists in our language...

...it must describe a fact. At least from time to time.

A miracle.

So, you had fun?

Its perfect. Our Pharaon is so like the old one even Morrel was taken in.

It still smells of fresh Italian wood.

But to notice such a detail. Only a sailor like...

Edmond Dantes.

Who’s Dantes? You know him?

No, its just a name that came to mind.

Make sure it goes away just as quickly.

I’ve forgotten already. What was it? Valdes? Bourges?

It's awful having such a bad memory. Talking of which I forgot this.

A lunch invitation from young Morcerf for 21st June the first day of summer.

- You’re unwell? - It's nothing.

It must be the shock.

I’m so happy.

...it’s proof that God really exists.

And so do we.

Let's go to Paris.