All language subtitles for Le.Comte.de.Monte-Cristo.2024.en.V2 (1)

1815 - Napoleon, driven from
power, has taken refuge on the island of Elba.

While his supporters
dream of his return,

the new royalist power hunts
them down mercilessly.

Arrests and executions continue to spiral
in a climate of civil war.

On a stormy night off the coast
of Cape Corso (Corsica),

the merchant ship Pharaoh crosses
paths with a boat in danger...

-You saved her.

Get me a blanket!

-I told you not to go!

You’re grounded!
I don’t want to see you until Marseille!

What?

Do you find me brutal?

Not only do I know it,
but I take pride in it.

Come on!

Come on, everyone to your stations!

Get her dry,
before she freezes to death.

Wait!

Come on!

Did you sleep well?

-You have something
that belongs to me.

-I had never seen
the Emperor's handwriting.

-Give me that letter back.

-I don't think so, no.

-What do you want?

-A good reason
not to report you.

Try money.

It often works.

-I don’t have any.

But I have friends.

If you talk about that letter,

they will find you
and they will kill you,

Captain Danglars.

Sir?

I’ve caused you a lot of trouble.

I don’t know how to thank you.

-You just did.

Take care of yourself.

Miss...?

-Angèle.

-Edmond.

-I will never forget your courage.

But forget my name.

Goodbye, Edmond.

-Goodbye, Angèle.

-Morrel wants to see you.

-We had just changed shifts,
off the coast of Cap Corse.

The swell was strong.
We were 200 fathoms from the wreck.

-Give me the logbook.

-We were hitting the debris
when Dantès wanted to launch the lifeboat.

I forbade him. It was madness.

-Is that true?
-Yes, sir.

We would have done it for one of our men.
-It was my decision.

-I took my responsibilities.
-I ordered

to change course, and he dove.

-You dove?

-He didn't forbid diving.

-That's enough.

-Did you see that insolence?

Mr. Morrel, I tell you,
this boy is uncontrollable.

I don’t want to sail
with him anymore.

-You will no longer sail with him.
-I warned you.

-Because you will no longer sail
for me.

-Pardon?

-How could you let
her drown?

-I... I saved your cargo,
Mr. Morrel.

-Dantès saved my honor,
Danglars.

-Captain.
-You are no longer captain.

Go prepare your things.

I will arrange your pay.
-We don’t know who that woman is.

-I know what you did.
And that’s enough for me.

Kid, come here.

Come on!

Let this be a lesson to you.

Huh?

When you are a man,
you don’t hide behind your rank

or under a table.

I present to you

my grandson, Maximilien.

-Nice to meet you, Maximilien.

-Maximilien,
I present to you Captain Dantès.

-Good day, Captain.

-So, how old...

Captain?

-Yes, try to be worthy of it,
Edmond.

-Of course, sir.

Of course.

-Huh?

-That's good.

Edmond!

I can't believe it.

-I have to...
I have to tell you something.

-That you love me?

-Yes... that. But...

-No, there's no "but."
-Wait.

But I...
-You're starting again.

-You kiss a future captain.

-You're going to be...
-Yes.

-So we can...
-Yes. We can.

I missed you.

I missed you. I missed you.

See you later.

-Edmond!

-Juliette. Are you well?
-And you?

-Yes.

How are you?
-It's Edmond, Louis's son.

-Good day, sir.
-Good day.

Where's father? I need to see him.
-At home.

-See you later.

You can smile,

it's good news.

You look serious.

-It's joy.

I'm so proud of you.

Captain.

-Captain.

-Did you inform Mr. and Mrs. de Morcerf?

-Not yet.
I wanted to tell you first.

Everything is going to change, father.

-We have to announce it to them.

This is all thanks to them.
-And to you, too.

-I didn't pay for your naval studies.

Come on, go, my son.

Go pay your respects.

-So, a toast! I raise my glass

to the memory of your mother, Edmond.

Because we miss her

and because she gave birth

to the youngest captain of Marseille!

-Bravo!
-Applaud him, he'll be embarrassed.

There you go, perfect.

But above all

because Mathilde Dantès

was the nurse
of a future peer of France

with a heroic destiny,

one of the finest officers in Europe,

I name Fernand de Morcerf,
at your service.

-Louis, come toast with us.
This is the occasion.

-Thank you, sir.

Maybe later.

-You can scold Mercédès.
She doesn't listen to me anymore.

-You'll see,
she'll be late for her wedding.

-Ah, finally!
-Ah.

-Excuse my delay,

aunt. Hello, uncle.

Horace de Balios

was being difficult.
I almost gave him a spanking.

-But really, Mercédès.

Who is this gentleman?

-He's a horse.
He's from a very good family.

-Hello, my cousin.
-Hello, my cousin.

Edmond.

-Mercédès.

-Are you ready to celebrate?
Edmond has great news.

-Yes, yes.

Yes, I'm going to be captain.

Captain of the Pharaon. It's official.

-Is that true?
-Hm.

-Bravo.
-To the captain!

-I got it!
-Ah! To your health!

I'm happy for you.
-Me too. I'm happy

for me. To yours.
-Are you going to get a new uniform?

He nods.

-And a new pay.

He'll be able to enjoy life,

have a good time.

We'll explain it to him.

-I'm going to be able to marry, especially.

-What?

-You will be my witness.

-Don't count on it!
-Well, yes!

-The witness to a waste!
Mercédès, say something.

-I tried, but he's madly in love.
-Ah, completely crazy.

-And her, does she know?
Finally, is she in agreement?

-Yes. From what she told me,

yes, yes.
-I know.

It's Juliette.

-Who?
-The maid with the mischievous look.

-No! No, it’s not Juliette.

No, she’s a real woman,

very beautiful.

-Not just beautiful.

-Hm.

-Mysterious and enchanting.
-Yes! No, no,

yes, yes.
-But who is it?

-It’s your cousin.

Mercédès Herrera de Morcerf.

-You?

-Yes.
-We’re getting married.

-But you’re completely crazy.

And your mother will never agree.

-You think mom
will refuse me anything?

Then you’ll convince her.
You’ve always been her favorite nephew.

-AMEN!

-I bring here,

signed by Mr. de Villefort,

the King’s prosecutor,

an arrest warrant
for the named Edmond Dantès.

-Follow us.

-What’s happening?

No, let him be.
-There must be an explanation.

-Come.
-Let me go.

-Wait.
-Fernand, do something!

-What’s wrong? My son hasn’t done anything.

-It’s definitely a misunderstanding.

-Where are you taking him?
I’ll go with you.

-We must take him alone, sir.
-Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Fernand de Morcerf.

-Tell your friends
to let us through.

It’s a royal order.

-I'll take care of it.

-Please follow us now.
-Edmond!

-I’ll be back, my love.

-Edmond Dantès, Mr. Prosecutor.

-Let us be.

I have always admired sailors
like you, Mr. Dantès.

I only fear the sea.

It's true, this endless abyss.

These black waters.

A monster always seems ready to emerge
to devour you.

-What am I being accused of?
Why am I being arrested on my wedding day?

-Do you have an enemy, Mr. Dantès?

-An... an enemy?

-Or a jealous one.

You’ve just been named captain,
you’re going to marry a fine match...

You may have made some envious.

-I don’t know, no.

I had a disagreement recently
with a crew member,

but what could he accuse me of?

-I don’t know.

Of being a Bonapartist agent,
for example.

-Excuse me?

But... that makes no sense.

-We found this Bible
in your cabin.

Is this your Bible?

Your name is written in it.

-Yes, but that’s not a crime.

-That’s true.

But we also found
inside an order of mission

signed by Napoleon himself.

And that is a crime.

-Wait.

No, this is the first time
I've seen this letter.

-If you have no enemy,
who could have slipped it in there?

-Off the coast of Cap Corse,
I saved a young woman from drowning.

-Did she thank you
in your cabin?

-No.

Danglars locked her up there.
She left in Marseille.

You can check.

Ask Quartermaster
Gaspard Caderousse.

-Caderousse?
-Yes.

-What do you know about her?

-Nothing.

-Mr. Dantès.

I’ve interrogated
dozens of conspirators

and I believe you’re not one of them.

I’m willing to help a friend of the Morcerfs,

but I need you to help me.

-I swear to you
I know nothing about her.

She told me her name was Angèle.

That’s all.

-Did you...

reveal the name of this young woman
to anyone?

-No.

-Not even to that Caderousse?

-No.

To no one. I swear.

-Well, you see, Mr. Dantès,
I believe you.

However, I’m going to have to
keep you a bit longer,

until I can interrogate
the rest of the crew.

If they confirm your testimony,
which I have no doubt they will,

I will return you to your fiancée,
who will have plenty of time to hate me.

-Fernand will bring you back.

-I can't take it anymore, I'm going.

-You can't do anything more.

-It would suit you
if they didn't release him.

-How can you say
such horrors?

-Gerard, whatever you’ve been told about Dantès,
I stand by him.

-Let us be alone for a moment, gentlemen.

Fernand, I’m sorry for your friend.

I know your ties.

But you don't know everything.

We found an order of mission from the Emperor on him.

And his crew members claim
he is one of his supporters.

I think you understand
the seriousness of these accusations.

He was arrested
before he could marry Mercédès

and before the irreparable was committed,

but if you are willing to vouch for him,

if you think
these two men are lying...

If you are ready to take that risk,

then I will free him.

You only need to say one word.

-No.

-No?

-He does not deserve...

-He does not deserve what?

-For our family name
to be sullied.

If Dantès has betrayed us,

he should suffer the fate of traitors.

-I can ensure...

that no trial
will tarnish the reputation of the Morcerfs.

I will need
your testimony.

-Do you understand what is happening?

Then keep your mouth shut.

-Mr. Dantès?
-Did you get to speak to the prosecutor?

-Yes, sir.

-This is a day I will never forget.

Aren't you taking me home?

-No, indeed.

Go.

-What’s happening? What’s happening?

Let me go.

Call the prosecutor.
I spoke with the prosecutor!

Call him. Call him!

I’m innocent! I did nothing!
Let me go.

-Shh, shh, shh.

If you were guilty, they would have hanged you.
They’re taking you away,

because you know things
that they don’t want to hear.

Come on.

-Stop.

Stop!

Let me go!

-Where is he?

-I couldn’t do anything.

Mercédès.

-Let me be.

-It wouldn’t help.

Mercédès...
-Stop.

-Please.

-What’s going on, Victoria?

Aren’t you happy to see me?
-Your sister is here.

-Mademoiselle de Villefort.

You wear your secrets well.

-Sorry I can’t return the compliment.

-Cognac?
Sorry, I'm all out of seawater.

Yes, it’s my job to know everything.

-So you know
that Dantès is innocent.

-Innocent... Yeah.

But who is truly innocent?

-He did nothing.
Why did you arrest him?

-In order to save your life.

-My life or your reputation?

-We’re both playing politics.

In politics,
you don’t eliminate a man,

you eliminate an obstacle.

-I knew you practiced your profession
with cruelty,

but I had hoped
you at least did it honestly.

-Why don’t you confess
in his place?

-But I will, Gérard.

If you refuse to save him,
I will do it.

But you would prefer
that my existence be ignored,

as well as that of Victoria,

your mistress,

and your future child.

Just as I thought.

CHATEAU D'IF PRISON
FOUR YEARS LATER

-Alive?

-Alive.

-Alive?

-Alive!

-Alive?

-Alive.

-Take wide...
Stay clear of the coast...

And who knows the way...
Who knows exactly...

Is anyone there? Is anyone there?

Is anyone there? Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there? Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

-Who are you?

-Uh, I... Dantès, Edmond Dantès.

-How old are you?

Your voice sounds like a young man’s.
-I’m...

I don’t know anymore.

I was 22...
when they imprisoned me.

On May 16, 1815.

-That was four years ago.

You are 26 years old.

-Four years?

And...

And you, who are you?

-A prisoner.

Like you.

-For how long?

-Shh!

-They’re coming.
-Wait.

Don’t leave me.

Who are you?
At least tell me your name.

Your name!

-34! Alive?

-Alive.

-I was waiting for you.

-Do you really think
you can get out of here?

-I’ve dug 30 meters in six years.

To go around your cell
and reach the outside,

it will take twice as long.

-12 years?

-Maybe a little less,
now that we’ll be two.

Why? Do you have other plans?

-No.

-I am Abbé Faria.

-Edmond Dantès.

-Had you ever seen this letter?

-No, never.

And you?
Do you know why you are here?

-Yes.

They wanted to silence you.
They wanted to make me talk.

He speaks in Italian.

I choose the people
I confide in.

You don’t know Italian?

-No.
-English, Arabic, Latin, Greek?

-I only know the sea.

-If you want, I’ll teach you.

With patience
and will, in...

in 6 or 7 years,
you will know everything I know.

History, philosophy,

mathematics.

These are...

These are weapons

that free just as much as this one.

-Hm.

-What is the first thing you will do

if we manage to get out?

-I will find Mercédès.

-What will you do
if she hasn’t waited for you?

-Then I will have nothing left.

-I will tell you a story, Edmond.

Seven hundred years ago,

in Jerusalem,
during the First Crusade,

the knights

charged with protecting the tomb of Christ
create the Order of the Templars.

On the first day,

they are just a few,
but they have immense faith.

Thanks to their victories,

the order amasses a fortune...

considerable.

Consi... Considerable.

I’m talking about the greatest treasure
the Earth has ever known.

And...

over time,

their power, their wealth,
makes them envied.

And on Friday, October 13, 1307,
the King of France, Philip the Fair,

orders their arrest

and the seizure of their goods.

But no one
ever found the treasure.

Do you know...

what these knights did
with this immense fortune?

-No.
-Nothing!

Edmond, nothing.

Too busy seeking revenge,

punishing those who had betrayed them,

they died one after the other.

At least, almost all of them.

The last of them

was Cardinal Spada.

At the end of his life,
sheltered on the island of Monte-Cristo,

he had time
to train one last knight.

This young man was called...

Giuseppe Faria.

I am the last survivor, Edmond.

And I know

where the treasure is.

Half of which

belongs to you today.

But what will you do with this fortune?

Will you do good

or will you let your heart
fill with hatred?

10 YEARS LATER

-I’m going to empty the bag.

-Edmond.

-Huh?

-It’s salty.

The water, it’s salty.

We’re almost there.
It’s a matter of days.

-We’re there, we’re there.

I’ll be right back.

Step back!

Abbé?!

Abbé! Abbé!

Here.

-Edmond.
-No, no, don’t talk.

I’m going to call for help.

-No.

(In Italian)
It’s too late.

Don’t be sad.

You have been the only comfort
of my life.

The Lord gave it to me...

a little late, but he gave it to me.

I am not mad, Edmond.

-I know.

-The treasure exists.

You know where to find it.

-We will go look for it together!

-Don't forget.

Monte-Cristo.

Monte-Cristo.

Mount...

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me. Huh?

Don't leave me.

-Alive?

-Alive!

Number 17?

Oh, 17!

Oh, Abbé?

Oh! He is dead, throw the sack!

-Which one is it?

-Abbé

-Alive?

-Alive!

-Alive?

Stand up.

Stand up!

I said stand up!

Alert!

-ONE...

-Alert!

-TWO...

-Alert!

-AND THREE!

-Hey! You shouldn't be here.

Go away!

-I came to see Louis. Louis Dantès.

-Did you know Louis?

-Yes.

-We buried that poor Louis.

A long time ago.

-No, that can't be true.

-He let himself die of hunger
after his son's death.

He wanted to join him.

-But his...

But his son is not dead.

-I'm sorry.

You were a sailor too?

-Yes.
-Hm.

I will give you something to eat.
But then you disappear, okay?

-And Mercé... Mercédès?

And Fernand de Morcerf?

-They haven't come by in 7 or 8 years.

They have been living in Paris
since the birth of their son.

You are too late.

-Avoid the Ligurian Sea

and its endless patrols.

Set course for Sardinia.

You can stop at Santa Teresa di Gallura.

The island of Monte-Cristo is

to the west of the Tuscan Archipelago.

You will dock at the southern tip.

I know you will be overwhelmed
by its austere beauty.

I envy you for discovering it
for the first time.

There.

That's it.

The tomb of the illustrious Spada family.

The rest, Edmond,

is your story.

The story of a man who holds the world

in the palm of his hand.

MARSEILLE
ONE YEAR LATER

-I beg you, go ahead.
-Stop.

-I'll pay you tomorrow.
-No, no. Gaspard, get out.

-M. Caderousse is my friend.

On his deathbed, Edmond Dantès
asked me to share with those

who mattered to him.

He thought he had been betrayed
by a certain Danglars.

But he was convinced that two men
had remained loyal to him.

He told me:

"One is named Gaspard Caderousse,

"and the second, Fernand de Morcerf."

-Keep your diamond.

None of us deserves
anything.

-Wait, my son.

-If I reveal what I know,
they will know it came from me.

And these people
are rich and powerful.

-You have nothing to fear,

I am bound
by the secret of confession.

Have a seat.

-Dantès was right about Danglars.
He is the one who betrayed him.

-But Fernand de Morcerf?
He was his friend.

-Can one be a friend
to someone whose woman one covets?

Out of love for Mercédès,

he sacrificed Edmond.

-He will live.
But to everyone, he will be dead.

-Hm.

-The only one who would have deserved
Dantès' affection is Morrel.

-The shipowner?

-He fought to free him.

And he too,
providence has rewarded him little.

After Dantès' arrest,

he had to take Danglars back
as captain.

But Danglars betrayed him too.

He made half of his fleet disappear,

allegedly stolen by pirates.

Ruined, Morrel had to sell the company.

And guess who bought it
for a pittance?

-Danglars.

-Two months later,
the ships reappeared.

But the prosecutor Villefort
didn't budge.

To be fair, they shared a secret.

Little Victoria,
Villefort's mistress,

she had become Mrs. Danglars.

She is a baroness today

Morrel, on the other hand, died in poverty.

-And you, in all this, Mr. Caderousse?

You?

-What could I do

against a captain,
a count, and a prosecutor?

If I had been braver,
I would surely have ended up like her.

-Her?

-Angèle.

She had gone to see her brother
to save Dantès.

-I got rid of Dantès for you.

Now it's your turn
to get rid of her.

-You see? I have friends too.

-What happened?

Did she get killed?

-She would have suffered less.

Danglars had other plans for her.

He sold her to the Maillard brothers,
the masters of a brothel in Toulon.

The girl was pretty,

he got a good price for her.

-You knew everything and did nothing.

-I am ashamed, Father.

-One day, I will return.

And I will offer you the chance
to redeem yourself.

I no longer come to plead
or seek you out,

but only to warn you:

I am going to do
what you could not do.

From now on,
I am the one who rewards and punishes.

-Do you want something?

-Who are you?

-Years ago,

you told me:

"I will not forget your courage,
but forget my name."

Well, I have forgotten neither your name
nor your courage.

-Dantès.

-I came to find you, Angèle.

-For me, it's too late.

But you can save the child.

-The child?

-When I arrived here,

I had only one idea in mind:

to take revenge on my brother.

For weeks,
I looked for a way to escape.

One day, the opportunity presented itself.
I fled.

With a client.

A draper from Paris.

I knew Gérard
had been appointed there.

I tracked down Victoria,

his mistress.

I wanted to pick up the story
where it had left off.

It was freezing cold.

That night...

Gérard had to die.

Nothing could stop me.

I can still feel the metal of the knife
in my hand.

But nothing went as planned.

I heard a scream.

The scream of Victoria.

When Gérard came out into the garden,
he was carrying a chest.

I followed him.

I got closer when...

I heard the muffled cries of a child.

I couldn’t leave him.

He still had his mother’s blood
on his body.

Between vengeance and life...

I chose life.

I fled with him.

I didn’t know anyone in Paris.

So I returned
to my draper.

But the Maillard brothers
had found him.

And they were waiting for me.

-Angèle...

What happened to the child?

Hello, André.

Angèle sent me to fetch you.

-Why?

-She is going to die.

I will take you to her
so you can say goodbye.

After, we will leave.

We will take...

all the time we need
to be ready.

-Ready for what?

-To take revenge, André.

To take revenge on the three men
who stole her life,

yours

and mine.

-I want to kill them.
-That would be too easy.

Too sweet.

No.

We must rip out their hearts.

-Who are you?

-I am the Count of Monte Cristo.

-General de Morcerf
has decided today to leave the army

to dedicate his life to politics,
to the House of Lords.

The French army loses a great soldier,

but France gains a great man.

Fernand de Morcerf

fought at Moskova, at Leipzig,

in Turkey...

Everywhere, at the risk of his life,
he defended

a certain idea of the kingdom of France.

Fernand paid in flesh
the price of his commitment and the respect

of the word given.

Ten years ago,
when France's ally

Ali Pasha of Janina
was besieged by Turkish troops,

Colonel de Morcerf
went all in.

At the head of a squadron
of valiant soldiers,

he broke through the back line of the Ottomans

And come to his ally's aid.

This act of insane courage

unfortunately wasn't enough,
but all the French know:

"You do not fight
in hopes of success!

"No! No, it is even more beautiful
when it is useless."

-Is it better?

-You haven't been very attentive
with Eugénie Danglars.

-Father.
-She will have 2 million as a dowry,

the day of her wedding.

-Fernand!

-So I must pay attention
to her fortune.

-Better to have one less medal
and one more zero.

-Our son is a man of his time.
He is a romantic who believes in...

-Give the medal back!

-There!

That's enough.

If I had known the honor of your visit,
I would have prepared for it.

If I had known the honor of your visit,
I would have prepared for it.

Get out!

Gentlemen...
If I had known the honor of your visit,

I would have prepared for it.

I apologize for welcoming you
into an improvised home.

I have only been in France for a short time.

-Count,
I am sorry to intrude,

but we can never thank you enough.

-I am certain
he would have done the same for me.

-Count, I owe you my life.

-I am glad
to see you on your two feet.

-I had it repaired,
the stock was cracked.

-It is yours now.

-I thank you immensely,
but I cannot accept.

I already have a debt to you
that I do not know how to repay.

-Do you like weapons?

Please.

This is one of my finest pieces.

Ottoman-style pistol.

-Yes, but the iron guard
with engraved foliage

indicates that this barrel
is rather European-made.

-From Venice, indeed.

You are a connoisseur.

-My father fought
against Sultan Khursit

alongside Ali Pasha.

-Morcerf.

You are the famous
General de Morcerf?

I am very impressed.

Would you try it?

-Unfortunately,
I am expected at the Chamber.

Another time.
-It won't take a moment.

You deserve your reputation,

General.

Let's change the target for you, Albert.

-Remind me to never

challenge you to a duel.

-Thank you for letting me have your son
for a few hours.

I look forward to learning more about the one
that providence has placed in my path.

-I am participating in the hunt
of Baron Danglars on Sunday.

Join us.

-I can't, I have to welcome
the son of Prince Cavalcanti.

-Come both of you then.
There will be enough deer.

-See you soon.

-On Sunday, I hope.

-Is everything alright?

-I kept a little metal memento
from my Ottoman stay.

-Do you prefer singing
to the music of weapons?

Follow me.

-I beg your pardon.

I did not mean to disrespect
your... your wife.

-Haydée is not my wife.
She is my goddaughter.

After you.

-Haydée.

What a wonderful name.

-It is quite a common name
in Greece.

It could be translated
as... modesty or... innocence.

-May I ask you
to introduce me to Haydée?

-You seem to be
a trustworthy young man.

So, I will introduce you to Haydée,
but you must make me a promise.

-I promise you in advance.

-I am not joking.

Never seek to seduce her.

-So you think me dangerous?

-No.

But she is.

If you do not keep your promise,
she will break your heart

and her own.

-But...
-She is not yet ready to love.

The secret of her voice
lies in her past.

After her father's assassination,
she was sold to a Wallachian tribe.

That is where I met her
and took her in.

You know,
there are sorrows and wounds

that take years to heal.

They leave a veil
over the souls.

Never try
to lift that veil, Albert.

-I promise you.

-Good.

You will walk softly,
without a glance at us.

You will only turn around
when I call you.

Haydée.

Albert de Morcerf,
I present to you Haydée.

-Delighted.

Delighted.

-Delighted, miss.

-And what if he doesn’t
try to meet me?

-He will.

Stand tall!

Standing straight is surviving.

Hiding that you grew up in poverty,
is surviving.

Do you understand? Why, André?

-Because I am Prince
Andrea Cavalcanti.

-Cavalcanti, doesn't that mean goat?
-What?

-Don't look surprised.
Do you hear me say "what"?

Start again.

-I am Prince Andrea Cavalcanti.

-You don't have an accent, prince.
How come?

-A very strict teacher
made me lose it with a stick.

-Impertinence. Your elbows.

-Dear count,

I am pleased to meet you.
-Allow me a confession.

French life is still unknown to me,
I beg your pardon

if my manners seem
too Slavic, Neapolitan, or Arab.

Barking

-Here is Count of Monte-Cristo
and Prince Andrea Cavalcanti.

-Gentlemen.
-Count.

Prince.

-The meeting with your father,
as overwhelming as it is,

must not divert you from your target:
Baron Danglars.

Thanks to stolen boats,
he made a fortune in slavery.

-Your reputation precedes you.
-Don't trust his smile.

He is brutal. Not only is he aware of it,
he's proud of it.

May I confess something to you?

French life is still unknown to me,
I would ask you to excuse me

if my manners seem
too Slavic, Neapolitan, or Arab.

-When one is rich,
one is never too anything.

-His daughter is his weak point.

-Prince.

-Baron.

-Eugénie.
-Is the ground good?

-It’s perfect.
-Then let’s go.

On horseback, gentlemen.

Your honor, Count.

-Thank you,

but I swore long ago

to only kill in self-defense.

-Then let me take your defense.

-Perfect.

Prince.

Please.

Let’s go have lunch.

-Eugénie?

-Thank you. Suzanne, I present to you
Prince Andrea Cavalcanti,

Monte-Cristo's Italian protégé.

-He looks after me.

My father fears that the beauties of Paris
will lead me to make foolish decisions.

-You speak perfect French.

-A very strict teacher made me
lose my accent with a stick.

-But that’s awful.
-That’s false, mostly.

My mother is French.
-What an idiot.

-I’m glad
you could join us.

-Your protégé's hand
didn't tremble.

The animal didn't even suffer.

-And it’s a specialist in executions
who speaks to you.

-Do you often chop off heads?

-Much less than before.
The trend is towards leniency.

-Excuse me for stealing the Count away,
but I want to introduce him to someone.

-Count.
-Gentlemen.

Muffled conversation

-Dear.

I finally introduce you
to Count of Monte-Cristo.

-Madame de Morcerf. My respects.

-Is everything all right?

-Yes, it’s...

It's the emotion of meeting the man
without whom I would be in tears.

Sir,
I owe you my son's life,

and for this kindness, I bless you.

-You reward me too generously
for a simple act.

But I am happy
to have spared you the sorrow.

-I proposed to the Count
to be our guest,

but he has so far refused.

Perhaps you will have
better luck?

-Will you do me the pleasure and honor
of being our guest one day?

-Certainly, madam.

-Permit me to take my leave.
I would hate to monopolize you.

-But... what is happening?

Would you like me to call someone?

-Albert.

What do you know about this man?

-Mother.

You always distrust my new acquaintances,

but the Count saved my life.

He is as rich as a king.

What should I fear from him?

-You are right.

My fears are foolish.

-Mr. Attorney General,

it is on my honor, as a lieutenant of the royal armies,

that I attest here
that the named Edmond Dantès

has shown in my presence
and on numerous occasions

sympathy for the usurper

and his desire to take up arms
to overthrow the monarchy.

These words weigh heavily on me
because Edmond Dantès was my friend,

but I cannot let this crime go unpunished.

I have seen too many men die
because of traitors to the homeland.

-That is not how you will find sleep.

-I wasn’t looking for it.

-Do you fear your nightmares?

-I fear not having them anymore.

They help me keep
my wounds open.

-Have you seen her again?

-Yes.

-Was she as beautiful
as in your memories?

-I thought that grief
would have changed her.

It must have been short-lived.

Her eyes were not those
of a woman who has cried too much.

-She will find the taste for tears
when they take her husband away.

-I’m passing.

-200...

plus 500.

-I fold.

-I wouldn’t invite you to my table
if you knew how to play.

There you go.

There are only three of us left.

-I’ll leave you two alone.

-Two pairs.

-Well done.

Color.

-You have far too many hearts.

I’m fleeing before I ruin my father.

Come on, let’s go, Albert.
-Yes, that’s right,

go see those ladies.
-Unlucky at cards, lucky in love.

-I like your prince very much.

He is charming.

-I barely know him, to be honest.
His father is a business associate.

-A good family, without a doubt.

-If by "good," you mean "rich,"
then yes, it’s the second fortune of Italy.

-Hm...

The second?

So you know the first?

-Don’t make me immodest.

-Finally, people richer than me.

-His family dreams of seeing him marry
a girl in Paris, but...

if the son is as fickle as the father,
beware.

-Rest assured,

I distrust everyone in general.

And foreigners, in particular.

-I am a foreigner myself.

-You, Count, that doesn’t count.
You are a count.

And besides, it rhymes, you see?

-You are a poet.

-By the way, speaking of foreigners,

L'Impartial was bought
by an Englishman.

-Absolutely,

a certain Halifax.
A Lord, it seems.

-He buys newspapers
to spread false news

and speculate on the stock market.

He is a rogue of the worst kind.

-You don’t seem to like
this Lord very much.

-Let's just say I like many people,

but I only truly hate
certain individuals.

-Hating an Englishman is not a sin.
It’s common sense.

-Are you leaving already?

-It’s almost midnight.
Our carriage will turn into a pumpkin.

Albert.

-Miss.

You were about to forget your fan.

-Thank you, sir.

-Can I count on you?
-For what?

-To join me for dinner

that I am organizing soon in Paris.
I found a place to stay.

-Well... Of course.

-Good.

-See you soon.

-Count.

-Madame de Morcerf.

-You’re leaving just as I arrive.

-Don’t see any connection.

-I wanted to apologize to you.

-Apologize to me?

-For my dizziness the other day.

You reminded me of someone
I once knew well who disappeared

under tragic circumstances.

For a moment, I...

It’s happening again,
I can’t find my words.

-I’m sorry to have reminded you
of that painful memory.

-Rest assured, it has dissipated.

-Good.

I wish you a good evening.

-Count.

-Albert.

-"Haydée.

"I'm not supposed to write to you.
So I won't write to you.

"I must not meet you..."

-So I won't suggest
that we meet at the Jardin des Plantes,

tomorrow at 5 o'clock.

This place, where I won't be tomorrow,

holds the most mysterious flowers
of Paris.

You come from a country nicknamed
the land of clouds and jasmine.

We can count on the Parisian sky
for the clouds,

I'll have jasmine in my buttonhole.

So I won't say see you tomorrow.

And I won't tell you
that since I saw you,

your voice and your face
have not left my mind.

Albert.

Is he going to report us?

-He is very loyal to the Count,

but he has a weakness for me.

It's a strelitzia.

Where I come from, there were some
on a path leading to the sea.

It's also called the bird of paradise,

pasărea paradisului.

-Pasărea paradisului?

-Exactly.

How is it that you don't have a fiancée?

But maybe you do?

-My father wants me to marry the daughter of a baron.

But I...

I'm looking for something
that this young lady will never have.

That... indefinable charm that is to a woman
what fragrance is to a flower.

Or what flavor is to fruit.

-I don't know if Parisian women
like to be picked or tasted,

but not me.

-That's not what I meant.
-I was teasing you.

Will you be at the Count's dinner on Saturday?

-No. I will serve as an alibi for my mother

who avoids social events like the plague.

And you?

-I don't know your mother,

I don't know her tastes,

but I share her dislikes.

Neither he nor his mother will come to the dinner.

But Fernand de Morcerf
will certainly be present.

What's the matter?

-Are you not going to tell me about Albert?

-There’s nothing to say.

-It’s normal to doubt.

To be afraid. I understand that.

But when the time comes,
you must remember...

-I don’t need you

to remind me of what his father did to mine.

He placed his lips there.

-Thank you,

my dear.
-Of course.

Dear friends.

-Good evening, Victoria.

-I expected something more spectacular,

there's no need to make that face.

-There must be surprises inside.

-Hm...

-You seem
to have little appetite.

-I had an appetite before the pig
and the poultry.

-This house is... magnificent.

-I sense you are still surprised.

-Nothing escapes you.

I thought a man like you
would choose a more central neighborhood,

like... the Champs-Élysées
or Saint-Germain.

-I bought this house precisely because it was advised against.

-Why?

-Well, they say it's haunted.
Gasps from the guests

-They say a crime occurred here...
an abominable one, years ago.

-Be careful,
we have the King's prosecutor here.

-It's true.

-A child was said to have been sacrificed.

-That's dreadful.

-You bought this house despite everything?

-You did well.

These ghost stories
are nonsense

invented
by malicious servants.

Or jealous neighbors.

-Don't be mistaken, prosecutor.

I lived in Asia and the Indies,

and it's hard to return
without knowing that there indeed exists

a world...

invisible, populated by spirits.

When I visited this house, I...

I immediately knew...

I had the strange conviction
that a crime had been committed here.

So I asked

to be left alone.
-But...

were you not afraid?

-If your conscience is pure,
ghosts do not haunt you.

They speak to you.

-And what did they tell you?
-But yes, what did they tell you?

-That night,
I settled here.

Right in front of this fireplace.

I smoked a bit of opium
to be more receptive.

There's nothing like it to expand
the spectrum of your consciousness.

And in the sweetness of the smoke...

I felt as if... suspended.

I hear a knock in the walls.

Then a second.

I place my hand.

And I hear screams coming from upstairs.
I go up the stairs.

The screams turn into... moans.

It comes from a room

at the end of the hallway.

I push the door
and find myself in a bedroom.

In the middle, there's a bed.

I place my hand on it.

And I see a woman
writhing in pain.

She is giving birth to a child.
She is alone, abandoned.

She screams.

And then I feel a presence
behind me.

All of a sudden.

It knocks on the table.
Victoria screams.

-You frighten these ladies.

-And you entertain us.

Continue, I beg you.

Get a hold of yourself, you're ruining the party.

-I turn around, trembling.

And at that moment,

I hear a whisper
in my ear.

It's the voice of a child.

The voice of a child begging me

to set him free.

I finally find a door,

a hidden door
that I hadn't seen.

I push it open.

Stairs... They lead to the garden.

And the child's voice returned.

He told me he had been alone
for so long. He was crying.

He calls for his mother.

That night, I...

I searched, but...

the garden was too big.

-What... What did you do?

-Pardon?

-The garden was too big...

What did you do?

-Yes.

The next morning,
we dug.

Everywhere.

We uprooted the apple trees,
turned over the path...

And nothing.

So I had a truffle pig brought in from Périgord.

-And then?

-Since it didn't find anything either,

we ate it that evening.

-Wonderful!

-I did say
it was just a fable.

-A fable, exactly.

At least, that's what I believed.
Until yesterday.

While we were planting

the torches for the reception,

one of them broke clean.

We dug at that spot and...

we discovered a chest.

-And then?

What was inside?

-I don't know.

-What do you mean?

-I waited for you... to open it.

-And what if there's a body?

-We will give it a burial.

Prosecutor, perhaps you'd like

to open it?

-I beg you, don't open it.
-Enough.

-Abracadabra!

-Oh, I don't know

what's true in this story,
but you are a magician,

count.

-How is it possible?
He spoke as if he had been present.

All those details, it was...
I thought I was going crazy.

-Calm down, please.

-Where is our child's body?
-I don't know.

-You had placed it there, right?
-Yes.

-You told me he was dead!
You told me!

-Of course, he was dead.

-Then where is he?
-I don't know.

-Where is our child?
-I don't know!

Be quiet, you are hysterical!
I don't know.

Calm down.

I know one thing.

It's that within eight days,

I will know who this Mr. Monte-Cristo is,

where he comes from, where he's going,

and why he speaks before us
of buried children.

-Danglars is obsessed with money.

He won't be wary of someone

who asks for none.
Morcerf trusts me

since I saved his son.

Then there's Villefort.

Villefort is the prosecutor.

He is suspicious.

And thanks to this dinner,
Victoria will demand explanations.

So to reassure her
and reassure himself,

he will conduct an investigation.

And since we always learn more
from malicious tongues,

it's the count's enemy he will visit.

Lord Halifax.

(English accent)
-What do you want to know?

If I can harm him,
it will be my pleasure.

-Has the count ever been to Paris?
He claims he hasn't.

-If he had already come, I would know.

-But then, do you know
where he was 15 years ago?

But...

I must say,

at that time, he still amused me.

But after...

-After what?

-Well, one evening I was correcting a servant

who had it coming.

But...

Monte-Cristo had taken a passion
for those savages,

with their pagan gods,
their absurd magic.

Ridiculous beliefs.

So he challenged me to a duel.

-For a native?

-Yes! A native!

Can you believe it?

Ah.

It's hot, don't you think?
What heat!

Someone bring me my fan,
for heaven's sake!

We're suffocating in here!

Not that one.

Thank you.

Hm. And you,

Mr. Villefort?

What has he done to you?

-Nothing.

I don't know if I should count him
among my friends or enemies.

-If he were your enemy,
you would know already.

He has flaws, but he’s not
the type to hide his intentions.

Hm.

But...

be careful.

Mr. Prosecutor.

If he becomes your friend,

that will make you my enemy.

-Of course.

-Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Villefort,
it was very pleasant

to talk with you,
but I have much to do.

-I thank you.

-Mr. Prosecutor.

Victor.

-Count?

-Prepare the horses,
we are going back.

Now that Villefort
has let his guard down,

we can prepare our attack.

I’m heading south.

I’ll return for Danglars’ party
for his daughter's 20th birthday.

I’m counting on you,

André, to get close to her.

And on you, Haydée,
to enchant Albert.

-Go ahead.

Good.

-It can hold up to 600 slaves,
700 if pushed a bit, but...

I am a humanitarian.

I named it Hercules.

-My mother said that's the line
of people destined for great things.

And this is your... love line.

And here, I read that...

-I need to tell you something.

-Yes?

-I would like to love you,

but I can’t.
-I know.

You won't offer me

the feelings
you have for Suzanne.

-It will be our secret.

-It will be our secret.
It will be well kept.

-I know what it’s like
to be double.

-I know what it’s like
to be double.

Not being able to say who you are.

I will be your alibi.

-The time has come to redeem yourself.

-I relive in dreams

every second of those moments with you.

I will carry into my night
the memory of your eyes,

and I don't want to speak to anyone

to not waste
the echo of your words

that still trembles in my heart.

I keep your score close to me.

I love it for the image
it gives me of you,

but also and above all for the memory
it will forever hold,

that of a moment of life
that is worth a whole lifetime.

-See you later.
-See you later.

-Prince.

-Eugénie. This party is a reflection of you,
vibrant and joyful.

-Thank you, Andrea.

-Will you count the Count of Monte Cristo
among your guests?

-17.

-17?

-You are the 17th
to ask me that question.

-And what do you answer everyone?

-That there won't be an 18th. Here he is.

-Excuse me.

Miss.

Count. Did you have a good trip?
-Wonderful.

Thank you.
-Eugénie is eager

to see you again, miss.

Count, may I?

-With pleasure.

-Does the count know
that we have met?

-I haven't told him anything.

-Can he have guessed?
-God alone knows what he is capable of.

-Aren't they beautiful?

They seem so eager to live.

-One is always eager to be happy.

No?

-Honor me with your arm.

I want to take a few steps.

-Your hand trembles.

You seem cold.

-In my family,
we have cold hands but warm hearts.

Here. This will warm us.

Our grapes are not as good
as in Sicily

but you will be indulgent
with our northern sun.

-I regret.

I beg your pardon, but...

I never drink.

-Will you at least eat something?

-I will have to decline again.

-Mr. Count, there is an Arab custom
that makes friends eternally

those who have shared bread and salt
under the same roof.

-I know it, madam.

But we are in Paris
and not in Tangier.

Here, there is no more eternal friendship
than sharing bread and salt.

-But after all...
We are friends, aren't we?

-Of course.

Why wouldn't we be?

-So, in the absence of bread and salt,
share with me some memories.

-What would you like to know?

-Is it true that you have seen so much,

traveled so much,

suffered so much?

-What makes you say that?

-Your eyes.

-There is in every traveler the desire
to find or to flee something.

-Did you find it?

-I haven't finished my journey.

-Do you live alone?

-I have neither sister, nor son, nor father.

I only have Haydée
who, I am sure, will leave me soon.

-How can you live like this,

with nothing
that ties you to life?

-I loved a young woman.

That I was going to marry.

Years ago.

But when the war came
and took me far from her...

I thought she would love me enough
to wait for me.

To remain faithful to me
until the grave.

But when I returned,

she was married.

I may have had a heart
weaker than others.

I suffered
more than they would have.

That's all.
-That love has remained in your heart?

-We truly love only once.

Don't we?

-Have you seen her again?

-Never.

-Never?

-Never.

-Have you forgiven her
for your suffering?

-One can only forgive
those who ask for forgiveness.

-And if she asked you for forgiveness
today?

-Buy L'Impartial!
The Danglars fleet stolen in Marseille!

L'Impartial, ladies and gentlemen!
L'Impartial!

Buy!

-How can one steal ships
in a port in broad daylight?

They were insured, at least?

-What do you think?

-The Danglars stock is crashing.

But thanks to the army's telegraph,

Danglars will quickly learn
that nothing really happened.

-You were supposed to steal his ships.

-Everything comes to those who wait.

-You are safe. Your ships are fine.

-What?
-L'Impartial lied.

-"The Danglars fleet is still

"afloat, moored in the port of Marseille"!

Thank you. Thank you, my friends.

-Danglars will remember my words
and he will think...

-That it's a blow from the new owner
of L'Impartial,

our dear Lord Halifax.

-Exactly.

-Monte-Cristo was right.

The Englishman uses his newspaper
to speculate at my expense.

-We need to publish a denial.

-Not at all.

-I don't understand. We must...

-Shh!

Do you hear?

Listen.

The nice sound.

That nice little sound.

The sound of money falling.

-I don't understand either.

-Think. He knows something
that no one knows yet.

Imagine: you're playing poker
and you know your opponent's hand.

What do you do?
-I raise.

-The stocks are at rock bottom.

If I buy them back now, in two days,
I'll make a huge profit.

My best move.

-Buy back your shares?

How much would that take?

-500 million.
-500 million?

-500 million.
But it has to be done today.

Before the market closes and before
that scoundrel Halifax does.

-How do we find 500 million
by this evening?

-By going to see the greatest enemy
of that Lord Halifax.

-I’m sorry, Baron, but...

the sea has always brought me bad luck.

I won’t buy back your stocks.

-Count.
-However,

I never refuse to help a friend
and punish an enemy.

So I will lend you this money
and you can do as you wish with it.

-And I can guarantee you
an interest rate of 20%.

-I will lend you money
interest-free.

In Sicily, they say:

"You won’t get rich
at the expense of a friend."

-I insist.

I had a mortgage drawn up
on all my properties.

So, it’s not
for 500 million, but...

200 million, I promise.

-No, Baron, your word is enough for me.

-In France, they say:

"Good accounts make good friends."

-Very well then. Out of friendship,
I accept your personal guarantees.

-In a week,
I will have repaid you.

-We will make that Halifax
pay dearly.

-A complaint is ready.

I will personally take charge
of the proceedings against him.

-I can’t wait to be in court
to witness this execution.

-Lord Halifax,
owner of L'Impartial,

called to the bar today

to answer
the charges of defamation,

had to leave the country in haste.

But he commits
to having his representative

before this court at 2 PM.

-Mr. Judge, the comedy has gone on long enough.

This is not the boulevards.

-I ask the representative
of Mr. Halifax to identify himself.

-What are you doing? It’s not over yet.

-I am the representative
of Lord Halifax.

I stand before you

because L'Impartial is accused
of spreading false news.

But I assert here

that the Danglars boats
have indeed disappeared.

-Nonsense,
my fleet is in Marseille!

-This is a farce!

-What proof do you have?
-You just need to

contact
the port authority of Marseille.

-So you persist
in your claims?

-I persist and I sign,
Your Honor.

But I want to do it
under my real name.

-You have a false one?

-I am known
by the name of Andrea Cavalcanti.

After years on the streets,
I was taken in by a great

and wealthy family
of the Italian aristocracy.

I grew up as a thief

and ended up a prince.

It’s not a more honest profession,
but much more pleasant.

It is here, in Paris,
that I finally found my real father.

I was born on November 3, 1815.

In Auteuil.

-Mr. Judge, could...

the accused present evidence
for what he claims?

-I'm getting to that, Mr. Prosecutor.

Your patience will be rewarded.

I am the bastard of a French aristocrat
and his mistress!

My mother does not know I am alive
because... my father

told her
that I died at birth.

He wrapped me in cloth
and buried me alive.

-You speak, sir,
of an attempt at infanticide.

-That's what should have happened

if my aunt
had not dug me up.

-Who do you accuse?

-A respectable man...

whom you all know.

His coat of arms is on this cloth.

My father...

is none other than the man
before me.

Prosecutor Villefort.

-Silence!

Or I will have the room evacuated.
-Calumny!

I will sue you!

-Mr. Cavalcanti,

do you understand the seriousness
of your accusations?

I will not settle for a cloth,
even stained with blood.

-Mr. Prosecutor will bring you
the proof of what I assert.

-But you are delusional!
-Father.

.

Do not force my mother
to come testify.

She has, I believe, suffered enough.

-The trial is suspended

for the duration of an inquiry.
Clear the room!

-And one.

-Come on, Victoria, let's go! Excuse me.

Let us pass.

-Why didn't you tell me the truth?

-Your father wanted me as a son-in-law,
but...

it cannot be,
your mother is also mine.

Do not forget your life lines.

Be happy, my sister.

-Count!

Count!

This story makes no sense.
We're swimming in madness.

My boats were still in Marseille yesterday. I...

I will need a...
a delay to pay you back.

If...

-You have nothing left, Baron.

Everything that was yours is now mine.

The only thing you have left
are these clothes.

Leave Paris, and perhaps
I will not let your wife

and your daughter starve.

-But, Count, I...

-Do you find me brutal, Baron?

"Not only do I know it,

but I take pride in it."

You should escort your wife home.

She looks quite pale.

-And two.

-Father!

From Angèle.

-Get away!

-No!

Why?

Why?

-Don't cry.

-We knew it would end like this.

We knew.

-Haydée!

He disobeyed.

-Disobeyed?

Disobeyed what?

You taught him nothing
but hatred.

You put this dagger
in his hand.

-It's your pain that speaks.

I loved him like a son.

-Do you love me too?

Do you also intend
to sacrifice me for your revenge?

-This is not revenge.

It's justice.

Do not forget your tears, Haydée,
your mother's screams

and your father's blood.

And the name of the one who betrayed them.

Do not forget his name!

-If you love me

as I love you,
do not seek to see me again.

You are too noble of heart
not to understand.

I keep my strength to fight
against myself and drink my tears.

Be happy far from me,
you deserve it.

-Albert?

-Albert.

You are crazy.

You cannot stay.

-Haydée,
I have only known you for a short time...

-Leave.

Flee from me like one flees from the plague.

I will bring you misfortune.
-But flee with me.

I swear to you, Haydée,

instead of despair,
it is happiness that I promise you.

-You do not know me.
You do not know the Count.

-Haydée...

-If you love me
as I love you...

Say goodbye to me.

I beg you.

Say it!

-I will therefore tell you

testifying to God,
who reads the depths of my heart...

I wish you
a happy life without my memory.

Goodbye, my love.

-This look.

-Without you, my life is lost.

My misfortune, certain.

-What will you do?

-But rest assured,
I will keep my promise.

-But please, will you live?

-What do you care?

In your eyes, I am already dead.

-Let's flee.

-Haydée.

If you wish to join
the Morcerf family,

Albert deserves to know

your story.

If you remain silent,
I will be forced to speak on your behalf.

Must I really speak

in your name?

-Count, please.

-Haydée is the daughter...

-Stop!

I will speak.

My father was an illustrious man
known as Ali Tebelin.

Pasha of Janina.

I was 10 years old

when he was killed in front of
me and my mother.

He had received a French soldier

who was supposed to be our ally.

Even after being pieced by a dozen bullets,

my father

still found the strength to attack

the man who had sold him out

by putting out one of his eyes.

I never saw my mother again.

That one-eyed officer sold me
as a slave

to a Vlach tribe in the Balkans.

His name was...
-That's enough.

-Albert.

-You manipulated me.
-I warned you.

-You used me.
-You might regret your words.

-You think you can scare me?
-Don't provoke me.

-Albert, please.

Count!

-You took everything from me.
Except my name, which you have tarnished.

-No!

Oh, count, I beg you.

-I take your glove as thrown.

I will return it
wrapped around a bullet tomorrow.

-You have no mercy?

-Did they show any for Edmond Dantès?

Look at me.

I am nothing but the ars
of a deaf and blind fate.

Fernand de Morcerf will know
what my father knew.

-If you kill Albert,

you will no longer be able to say:
"God is with me, for me."

You will be a murderer.

-The Bible says that the sons will pay
for their fathers' crimes.

Jacopo, follow her.

Leave us, Jacopo.

Madam.

What are you doing here?

-Edmond, you will not kill my son.

-What name did you utter?

-Yours.

-It's not Madame de Morcerf

who stands before you; it's Mercédès.

-I don't know anyone by that name.

-I recognized you as soon as I saw you.

And even without seeing you,
I would have recognized your voice.

My mind struggled, but my heart knew.
Since then, I've been following you, watching you,

I seek what you want at Morcerf.

-Fernand, you mean, madam.

Since we are recalling our first names.

-The guilty one is me.

It is I who lacked strength
in the face of your absence.

It is I who lacked faith
in your death.

Me!
-Why? Why were you alone?

Why was I absent?
Why was I arrested?

Why was I declared dead?

-I don't know.

-I imagine he no longer writes you
love letters,

but you will easily recognize
his handwriting.

Here.

Look, Mercédès.

Here is what your husband wrote

to Villefort twenty years ago.

I must take my revenge, Mercédès.
It is necessary.

-Then take your revenge, Edmond.

But on the guilty ones.

Revenge yourself on Fernand who betrayed you,
revenge yourself on me, but spare Albert.

If you knew all the prayers...

If you knew all the tears
I have shed...

-Did you lose your father in solitude?

Did you see the one you loved
in the arms of your rival?

-Did you see all of that?
-No.

-Yes.

-But I see the man
whom I have never stopped loving

ready to become the murderer of my son.

-What do you want?

Do you want your son to live?

He will live.

-Thank you.

Thank you, Edmond.

I find you again.

As I have always dreamed of you,
as I have always loved you.

-We must say goodbye.

-Goodbye?

-If I renounce taking justice into my own hands,

I renounce what keeps me alive.

The duel will take place tomorrow.

Goodbye, Mercédès.

-Mister Albert de Morcerf,

you have publicly challenged
the Count of Monte Cristo.

The duel will take place at twenty paces,
at my command.

Priority to the offended.

Ready.

Go, gentlemen.

Fire!

Fire!

-I believe I see in your eyes
a glimmer of disappointment.

-I will never forgive you
for taking his life

and for tearing my heart out.

-So you loved him.

-Did I love him?

Everything urged me to hate him,
but who knows why one falls in love?

You can try to reason with yourself,
but it’s too late.

You have lost your balance.

Your secret voice whispers to you
that there is no more chance.

But instead of listening to that voice,
it was yours that I listened to.

I have brought about his misfortune and mine!

What will I do with this love
that I did not give him?

With these words that I did not say to him?

-You said them to him.

And he heard them.

-Albert...

-Count!

-Run away, now.

Run away and do not let anyone
steal your happiness.

-Edmond!

Edmond!

Edmond, show yourself!

-I was waiting for you.

-You finally show your true face.

-I sought to know yours.

To know who you were.

So I followed your traces.

I went everywhere you went.

I met them all:

your friends, your comrades-in-arms,
your enemies, all...

Who did you not betray?

To whom have you remained faithful?

Everywhere, you showed your true face.

-I have lost

faith in Man,

the day you betrayed me.

-You should have killed me.

-It’s never too late.

Get up.

-Look at me.

Look at me!

-Kill me.

-We always find greatness
in the dead.

In the end, we forgive them.

I don't want anyone to forgive you.

Mercédès, I came to say goodbye

where life
tore us apart,

twenty-one years ago today.

So much has broken within me
and around me since then,

that the man you knew is no more.

I promised to love you
until my death

and long after,

and I will always love you,

but it is no longer in my power
to bring you happiness.

I can only offer you
consolation now.

Your son will be happy.

Albert and Haydée will live the story
that we could not live.

Happiness to our children

who will survive us
and taste the sweetness of love.

As I write to you,
I live my last moments with you.

Everything after will be just memories.

I will carry them with me across the sea,

the only place on earth
where everything is horizon

and where there are no traces
left by men.

Live and be happy.

Never forget,

until the day when providence
may reunite us again,

that all human wisdom
is contained in these two words:

wait

and hope.

Edmond Dantès,

Count of Monte Cristo.