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Don't anybody come near to that car.

Albert!

Albert!

Please, we need to talk.

But yes.

Tomorrow at six-thirty in the Bois de Saint-Cloud.

Just one word each: "Ready?", "Ready".

Me too, Count, am troubled.

But you'll understand that I cannot demand

of the Chamber of Peers which I have the honor of presiding,

that we take action...

on... mere hints,

against one of members.

A member that this article, by the way,

did not commit to name.

A certain "Fernand".

You'll agree with me that it's pretty vague, "Fernand".

I myself have a grandson named Fernand.

In his edition this evening, Mr. Duke,

the newspaper Le Messager will reveal the culprit's surname

in its in its entirety.

We won't just be talking a certain Fernand,

but of Count Fernand de Morcerf.

sir, I must warn you.

Since the... revolution,

no one in France is untouchable.

But beyond that, to accuse a man with a record of service,

and the respectability of the Comte de Morcerf...

Mr. Duke, here is a proof of the article that will appear this evening

on the front page of Le Messager.

Forgive my indiscretion sir, but...

What's your role in in all this?

I'm the instigator.

And you're telling us this of the world?

My serenity is only apparent, Mr. Duke.

Deep down I'm nothing but anger and disgust.

Please reassure me.

For you, this is not about personal vengeance,

against M. de Morcerf?

No matter...

... if vengeance goes hand in hand with justice?

No more passes.

... and believe me, colleagues,

that I would have paid no attention to these allegations...

Say: these slanders!

These "calumnies", to please the Baron de la Merchandière,

had they not been signed by a number of a number of notables

who claim to have witnessed witnessed this...

Forfaiture, isn't it?

Silence, gentlemen!

And you, M. de Morcerf, I didn't give you the floor.

And I'll take it, sir!

No rule holds against this insult to me!

And that you rally with a lightness that astonishes me,

and hurts me!

But they're all with him, that's to be expected.

And if Albert doesn't kill me tomorrow morning,

I'm ready to be charged for undermining national security!

You've put me in a fine mess, Count.

Morcerf, he thinks he's triumphed,

because he's convinced he knows all the cards all the cards in the game

that's at stake here.

Except that I have one that he doesn't know about.

But then, please!

Get it out now!

It's time to go and get it. Besides, it'll get me some fresh air.

Because it's unbreathable here.

I'm so sorry.

And then, who will be the famous witnesses this rag claims to be?

Former notables of Janina.

So old that they're probably all dead!

No, proceed! Not again,

which consists in making the dead speak!

If you don't believe me, monsieur,

order a commission of inquiry to Janina.

The Chamber of Peers has other urgent matters

than showing up for the Turks!

My dear Morcerf,

no one here is questioning your word.

Not me, anyway!

I'm at your at your disposal, sir.

I'd been waiting so long waiting for this moment.

Me too, ma'am.

Reinstate censorship!

Today... gentlemen!

Today it's me that's being attacked,

but tomorrow your turn,

to you, to you and to you!

And then it will be up to our president to be pilloried.

And after our president...

why not our king?

Regain your seats or I suspend the session.

And you, comte de Morcerf,

it's not enough to attack the press the press to justify yourself.

And what am I supposed justify myself?

To have risked my life in Janina?

To have behaved with such heroism,

that Sultan Ali Pasha, the one whom I am accused of having betrayed,

was kind enough to recognize my bravery,

by appointing me general,

- on the battlefield! - Yes, but afterwards.

After he made you general...

What's next?

Well, after...

... the city fell into Turkish hands.

But how?

How did it fall? That's the question.

Well, your famous secret card?

Here she is. A lady curs.

Silence, gentlemen, silence.

I have an important communication.

I'm told that someone has just arrived at the Chamber

and offers to be heard as a witness witness in the Janina case.

Mr. Duke, we've heard heard enough!

I find it indecent to bother the Comte de Morcerf any further.

Thank you, my dear.

Let our enemies show themselves face to face!

That's all I ask!

Is it Carnival? Who is this woman?

Is it her?

Please give your name, ma'am.

Princess Haydée of Janina. Daughter of Sultan Ali Pacha.

Impossible! She's a fraud.

And why is she an impostor?

Because the Turks have gone to the sword

the sultan's family.

That's right, sir. Their throats were slit.

My mother, my father, my two brothers.

I alone escaped this terrible slaughter.

Maybe because I was a girl.

Pity for the Turks!

This woman is talking nonsense!

True mercy would have been to kill me.

Instead of making a slave.

If you are a slave, your testimony is inadmissible.

She's not anymore, sir.

I bought it back.

And free.

So which corner are you from?

Madame, since the Count de Monte-Cristo guarantees

the validity of your testimony, you may speak.

Slave or not, she has she can prove...

- ... who she claims to be! - Say it then,

who I am.

A hysteric! That's what you are!

Mondego,

you were one of the closest of the sultan and his family.

Haydée, did she have a distinctive sign?

So long ago, how...

How could I remember?

Was she wearing a distinctive sign?

You may be right...

In those days, she gorged herself on these sweet treats,

called there loukoum.

So its distinctive feature is that it should weigh by now,

over 200 pounds. Decidedly,

you're no match for my poor girl!

I was in Janina, too.

But a simple stopover for a few days.

But on this occasion,

I had the honor of meeting Sultan Ali Pasha.

- This is his daughter. - Precisely!

I also met daughter.

And her daughter... that's her.

You're rambling, Saint-Guillaume! Which is nothing new, by the way.

I don't know if you've never practiced

falcon hunting, my dear duke.

But it's something really exciting and...

Yes, but in fact, M. de Saint-Guillaume, in fact.

Well..,

one day, one of the princess birds,

sliced off his right earlobe the lobe of his right ear.

But, I hasten to add to clarify,

that this has in no way the beauty

of Princess Haydée of Janina.

Pardon, madame,

for the humiliation we've imposed on you, but,

it's the last one.

Let the peers of France rise.

As is customary when we welcome among us

a person of royal blood.

She...

She mutilated herself!

Go downstairs.

Come down, or I will

- who's coming to get you. - Go home, Albert,

your poor mother needs you.

It's because of you that my father is dishonored.

Yes.

But I swear I don't get any enjoy it.

I did what had to be done.

If you don't know the meaning of this gesture,

he means that I ask for where and when.

I didn't want this, Albert.

Answer: where and when.

You had made arrangements to fight with Beauchamp.

With this duel no longer reason to exist,

I suggest the same same place at the same time.

These are my witnesses. Present me with yours.

Maximilien Morrel and Bertuccio.

A shopkeeper and a servant. Are you trying to humiliate me again?

I have no other friends in Paris.

How it rains.

I hope he falls on his back and not face down.

He doesn't deserve to die with his nose in the mud.

Leave it, Bertuccio, I'll finish it myself.

Go back to Valentine, I'm not at peace.

Oh, don't you worry worry, Count.

The Villeforts are out and about.

A mass is sung for Mme de Saint-Méran.

And we don't sing for poor Barrois?

Excuse me.

It's the Countess.

What countess?

Mme de Morcerf.

Leave us alone, Bertuccio.

Take a seat, please, Mercedes.

What do you do?

You see it, I beg you!

What?

As if you didn't you didn't know.

Please stand up.

It is before God we kneel.

But you can do a miracle!

Why a miracle?

Your son considers himself as the offended party.

This means he'll have the the privilege of firing first.

But you know very well that you'll miss him.

He's not very skilled with a pistol.

I know.

And then there's the emotion.

He'll be upset and his hands will tremble.

This is his first duel.

Me too.

But, unlike your son,

I shoot very well.

You want me to shoot aside.

Yes.

Is that why you've come?

Yes.

Yes, in the name of Heaven, I beseech you.

Tell me this is what you're going to do.

I didn't see it that way but let's face it:

so I shoot wide and miss your son.

Only, Mercedes, each of us with two pistols,

it will once again be Albert to fire.

And this time, the initial distance of sixty steps,

will be reduced to thirty paces.

Aim at me.

You'll understand.

Honestly,

thirty steps, even without knowing how to shoot, you think you can miss me?

Sorry, Mercedes.

I will not allow your son

to live long enough to aim aim for my heart at thirty paces.

Then hurt him.

Touch him on the shoulder.

I don't know about me, but this nightmare stop!

It's not a duel of first blood. it's a duel to the death,

and it's your son who wanted it that way.

But you say to everything!

But why do you have after us like that?

What have we done to you?

I thought you you knew.

How should I know?

What do I I know about you?

And yet...

...the other day, on the river...

... it seemed to me that...

I too, on the river I believed things.

But I must have made a mistake.

Because he wasn't not like that.

He wasn't as you are.

He?

On the river I called you Edmond.

Yes. And then... why didn't you say anything?

I thought you would have said something. That it was up to you to say it.

Since day one I've been waiting for this confession.

Confessions, Mercedes, are for the guilty.

So you want me to be the one to tell you what your name is?

No one...

No one has ever been able to say my name like you do.

I remember...

... when you wrote it on the misty windows.

I was in love with you.

And tonight I'm afraid of you.

Say it anyway, Mercedes, try.

Call me by my name, gently.

As before, for for the last time,

because tomorrow you won't be able without vomiting.

Say it, Mercedes.

Edmond.

Edmond Dantès.

No, Edmond, not caresses.

Don't touch me.

I know you hate me.

I won't start to hate you until tomorrow.

But it's been twenty years.

And this is your revenge to kill my son.

Me, get back at you?

No. Of others, yes, but not from you.

All I want from you to know what happened to us,

why I found myself alone.

I told you.

Your father told me that you were dead!

Yes, I know, you told me.

And you could believe him, because he wasn't lying.

Not like others.

But beyond that, marrying Fernand Mondego...

You know him, Fernand Mondego.

You know who it is today, Fernand Mondego.

The opposite would be difficult.

All Paris is talking about his betrayal of Janina.

But would exist, Janina,

if Fernand hadn't already betrayed, if he hadn't already tasted lies,

- slander, betrayal? - What are you trying to say?

He's the one had me arrested.

No.

This is not possible.

He said everywhere that he had lost his best friend.

- I saw him cry. - Everything about him is wrong.

Tears, heroism, honor.

He wanted you. I was in his way.

An anonymous letter.

That's very brave, the anonymous letter.

- What kind of man is Fernand? - A scumbag.

Yes, but the garbage had other garbage.

Villefort, Danglars, Caderousse.

Punish them, punish them all. You're entitled.

But not Albert.

He doesn't deserve all this. Don't kill me, son.

If it makes make you feel better,

me too, punish me.

I've done nothing wrong,

but punish me anyway.

Just to make you feel better.

But don't hurt hurt my son.

Do you hear, Edmond Dantès? Not my child!

I was at your father's bedside, when he died.

Morrel was there, you weren't.

Yes, I was.

And if old Morrel hadn't died, he would have...

No. Don't take a dead man as a witness.

And yet, it's true!

I held your father's hand until his last breath.

And until his last breath he spoke of you.

- No, no, Mercedes... - How he loved you.

Don't use that.

Don't use that.

He loved you like I love Albert.

I have nothing to add.

But what about you?

Don't you have something to tell me?

Before I I go?

Tomorrow morning...

... twenty years behind schedule...

... you'll no longer have to wonder wonder if Edmond Dantès

is dead or alive.

He'll be dead.

It's Albert de Morcerf,

who will put a bullet a bullet in my chest.

Thank you.

Farewell, Edmond.

Farewell...

... Mercedes.

Come in, Muhammad.

lord, do you need me?

There's one for each and every one of you.

It's money.

Well... diamonds.

It's easier to negotiate.

- Diamonds? - Yes, diamonds.

It's to pay for your return trip and,

once you're home, to live well.

I suppose little Hassan will buy himself a nice felucca.

And that he will become a great sinner of sponges,

he loves the sea so much.

But you'll tell him to be careful, won't you?

You can't trust the sea.

You can't trust anyone.

lord, are you sending me away?

No. I'm not but,

it could be I might be the one to go.

We'll follow you, wherever you go!

Thank you.

But it's a place where no one needs anyone anymore.

Do you mind if we talk a little, the two of us.

Hurry! Hurry!

What the hell are are you doing?

Love.

The rain.

I love the taste of rain.

And that's it, it's sunny.

As always after the storm.

If anything happens to me to me,

promise me one thing.

Never to make love when it's raining.

But what could happen to you?

You're the biggest, the strongest, the most beautiful.

You are the Count de Monte Cristo.

See, it rhymes.

I am so happy

that I become a poet without realizing it.

What time is it?

Not six hours. You can sleep a little longer.

No.

I have an appointment.

So soon? With whom?

First with myself. I'm hungry.

I have to eat something.

- Bread, butter and coffee? - No, no more wine.

And then eggs with a little bacon, lots of bacon.

And cheese, too.

And if there were two capon legs of capon, my goodness,

I wouldn't say no.

You ogre!

See you tonight?

- Camille? - Yes?

Ah nothing... or rather yes.

It was a wonderful night. I'll never forget it.

Wonderful, but so short.

The next one will be so long.

He's over half an hour half an hour.

Perhaps he got scared.

No, he'll come. He's a Morcerf.

They're a breed of traitors.

But he also has a mother.

Mercedes. And she's brave.

My will.

Sir, but...

I put pennies in your pocket for ten million.

By placing them with Thomson and French

at 18 or 20 percent, you'll arrange a small annuity.

You have only one obligation:

You're the one I'm entrusting my last wishes.

They're simple.

I was a sailor, I want the sea as my tomb.

I want to be to the bottom,

from the bridge.

You'll arrange everything with Maximilien.

Here they are!

The Viscount de Morcerf presents his apologies for being late.

Last night's storm opened holes

and we broke our wheels.

Very well, gentlemen.

In any case, we can't can't get started

the first one shoots at 60 paces, there's still too much fog.

But if it pleases you, M. de Monte-Cristo

suggests that we move directly to the 30-step taffy,

such a short distance should not hinder the shooters.

In other words...

M. de Morcerf wishes...

well, he'd like to...

He has something to say to M. de Monte-Cristo.

You should know, gentlemen,

that it's not the norm.

Now only must speak.

If you want to check our guns,

and let us check yours.

I've come unarmed weapons, M. de Morrel.

Unarmed?

Unarmed and with apologies.

An apology?

But you're the offended party. you don't have to apologize.

Mr. de Monte Cristo, would you care to approach?

I wish to speak to you before my witnesses and yours.

Please, sir, let's get on with it.

Certainly, yes, let's get it over with, but not the way you think.

I didn't come here to be killed by you, nor especially to kill you.

Unless you demand it, we won't fight.

I've come to to ask your forgiveness.

That night, when that terrible storm broke,

my mother came to find me. She told me everything.

What is it? What did she did she tell you?

Knowing you a little, I don't think you'd like the idea

that I repeat here how far your generosity

this morning was ready to go.

It's true.

That's between the Comtesse de Morcerf de Morcerf and myself.

As for the rest, it's quite simple:

It was only fair of you.., to accuse and confound my father.

Yes, gentlemen.

Count Fernand de Morcerf is guilty of felony,

and not only in Janina.

Years before, in Marseille...

No, don't, Albert, don't!

You don't want to talk about...

No.

Do you reserve the right to make this accusation yourself?

Maybe it is. It's my business, not yours.

Either.

Fear not.

I know how to keep a secret, especially my mother entrusted it to me.

I thank you, in any case, for sparing me the shame...

to further fulfill my father,

- who I... - No!

If you only knew how happy happy I am!

What about me?

This morning I made the most sumptuous breakfast this morning!

As I thought it was it was the last one,

I've never done without anything, one should always live

like that, Maximilien, like survivors!

- Ah, Djerba! - Yes?

Massage your master.

Come on! Good enough.

Sing me a song from your country.

The Count of Morcerf.

What, the Comte de Morcerf?

He's here, he wants to talk to you. He looks extremely agitated.

He says that what his son didn't do, he will do himself.

Well, in other words, he wants to kill me.

Yes, he swore on his honour!

On his honor? Then I'm not risk much.

Sir, please stop making light of everything.

I saw the bottom of his frock coat and it's all puffed up,

he's got at least one gun in each side!

Good. Take him into the living room and serve him port and cookies.

Tell him I'll be there right away.

Make sure he he has everything he needs.

And you, off to the the Villeforts!

Go quickly, Bertuccio, Valentine is alone, hurry!

I hear you want to see me, Mondego?

Monte Cristo, I've come to...

Who's that, you say? Monte Cristo?

Count of Monte Cristo?

You've got the wrong address, Mondego.

Take a look at me, take a better look.

I am the Count of Monte Cristo?

- What are you playing at? - I'm not playing, Fernand.

I've never played before.

What I suffered I gave back. For the real you, you played.

You played the epleuré friend,

To the consoling fiancé, to the heroic general.

To the noble and esteemed Comte de Morcerf.

But in reality, you're corrupted and empurpled.

Game over, Fernand.

You played, you lost.

It's no use, you've already killed me.

Well, you tried.

But you didn't. The proof, I came back.

Drink with me?

Cheers...

of Edmond Dantès?

Decidedly, my poor Fernand,

you always have to trash everything that's mine.

Bertuccio! Bertuccio!

I'm looking for you everywhere! Valentine...

Should I call call a doctor?

No, it's too late for the doctor.

We need a priest. Go, run for a priest, come on, run!

Come on!

Please, I beg you, I beg you, my friend!

Don't make a a show.

Won't change a thing.

Fortunately, it's only a a bit of mud, your coat

will not be lost.

Wasn't that the Comte de Morcerf I passed?

It can be done.

You receive this individual in your home,

- despite his disgrace? - And you, dear Danglars?

Don't you read me?

Ah yes, yes, but my goodness, I'm not...

- Dishonored? - Yes.

How much even you know in world of finance,

a reputation is a bit like the stock market: one day up,

down one day.

By the way, where does your your reputation today?

I'm grateful to you, Count, for asking me,

to worry about my business.

Well, if they have any influence influences on mine.

I've decided to leave Paris, you know.

Ah, Monsieur le Comte will leave... an unforgettable memory.

Especially since I want to leave without leaving any debts behind.

By the way, I would be grateful

to make a payment of of six million over 48 hours.

Six million? But I've already already given you six million!

I need six more.

Don't forget that I have unlimited credit,

opened for me Thomson and French.

I've had it with your Thomson and French!

What do they know about my cash flow?

over there in Italy?

My coffers are empty!

Boring.

Because, if you are unable to honor my letter of credit,

I'm afraid Thomson and French

make you bankrupt.

Bankrupt? Me, bankrupt?

But all that money I lost, you made me lose it!

All investments investments,

you recommended

have all failed miserably failed!

Thank you Hassan.

So we agree: six million over 48 hours.

Please.

You will give this letter to my husband.

Madame can give it to him herself.

It's just that Monsieur le Comte returns.

No.

I have no desire to see him again.

We have arrived, Monsieur le Comte.

This morning she asked for hot milk and Bertuccio was nowhere to be found,

my wife who brought it.

Leave me alone with the patient. I'll hear her confession.

But Father, please, she's unconscious.

That's God's business, ma'am. It's not yours.

And Jesus said to him:

"Your brother, Lazarus, will rise again. "

"He who believes in me though he were dead,"

"he will live forever."

"Why are you fearful... "

"people of little faith?"

And that's it. I'm naked.

What a humiliation!

How could I show myself

- without my jewels? - Where do you want to show yourself?

Have you forgotten that tomorrow tomorrow

at the funeral of Villefort's funeral?

All draped in a black veil, no one will notice

the absence of your jewelry.

It's worth two million.

By selling our house in Rambouillet,

adding some furniture...

Not the furniture. The furniture is mine!

They come to me from my family!

Do you prefer bankruptcy?

Go to jail?

We were so happy...

Life was so beautiful, so easy.

And that was it. All it took was a few me for destiny to...

All these deaths at the Villeforts'...

Morcerf's disgrace Morcerf's disgrace, his suicide...

and now you're talking to me of bankruptcy and prison!

But what have we done to get here?

I don't know, Hermine.

Oh yes, you do.

God doesn't just go crazy all of a sudden.

I have nothing to reproach myself for.

What about you?

Me? Nothing either, of course.

Yes.

If what?

I've done wrong.

I deserve to sell my jewelry.

And my furniture. I must be punished!

I cheated on you, years ago.

I had a child, by another man.

But you can't have children.

Maybe it it was you.

In any case, with another, I could.

And it was a son.

Who is the other?

Why don't you ask me which child?

Where is this child?

I have a child I don't know.

That nobody knows!

And it seems like no one doesn't seem to care!

One of the cashiers, probably.

I often caught her hanging around cashiers.

Look at them.

With her vague eyes,

she licked her lips,

A little woman's organ, pink and wet,

you can't imagine the havoc it can do,

under the eyes of a young cashier, huh?

I was wrong to have hired young cashiers!

But the good times the good times!

Anyway, young or old, I can't afford them.

Everybody out!

Come on, everybody!

God bless you, Mother, for your hospitality.

Oh, I understand that you couldn't bear

the idea of spending one more night under the roof of a suicidal man.

It's the only sin God does not forgive.

Delete yourself out of self-loathing,

is to doubt the lord's infinite infinite mercy.

If his mercy is infinite,

I'm sure He forgives despair too.

When you forgive, we forgive everything.

Especially the unforgivable.

Maybe it's the way you way you see things,

- Madame la comtesse. -No, my mother.

Don't call me Countess.

It's over now, those days.

This is why I wanted to donate my assets

to your small community.

We'll be praying for you, Madame.

May God help you to find peace.

And may He protect you, sir,

when you're in Algeria.

Ask Him above all, my mother, to give me the opportunity

to redeem the honor my unfortunate father scorned.

Go tell the family that I'm ready.

Shall we wait for for the others, sir?

- What others? - Well..,

the other people who will join the procession.

No doubt the deceased had friends who...

And no, sir. It's just us.

Let's go, I beg you, let's get this over with as quickly as possible.

And there they are. They're off to brood over their grief.

Let's get down to business.

Do you have everything you wanted?

We had said three thousand francs so as not to fix the lid too tightly,

two thousand francs for not to lay the slab...

I have up to twenty thousand, but

I still need a little something.

But you want for this?

Do you want us the kid out?

Ah, you supply these young gentlemen of the faculty

in fresh flesh, for your dissections?

No, I simply want to buy your hearse and horses,

and of course, your silence.

I'll be fine.

And not to say, but you do some pretty funny business,

the rest of you priests.

Let's go! We're off, hurry up!

Come on!

Come on, Bertuccio! Work fast!

How's the toad, today?

He's still asleep.

But that doesn't mean anything. The toad and the human being

it's not the same physiology.

Of course, the toad can sleep for a long time yet,

while Valentine may very well be dead.

We do as we say, but above all quickly, quickly!

She's breathing. Bertuccio?

Like an animal in hibernation in hibernation, but she's breathing.

You have to believe, Bertuccio!

Come on, get down, help me.

When she comes to, she'll be very thirsty.

Very cold, very scared.

She won't know where she is or who she is.

Don't worry about a thing, I'll take good care of it.

As soon as she she wakes up,

I'll take him to stretch his legs.

I'll take him to drink good Provence wine.

Don't worry.

Oh, by the way, poor Maximilian, does he know about your

little trick?

Of course not. Of course not. of course not.

What do you mean? sure you don't?

And you say you love him like a son, you are cruel.

No, careful.

In case anything goes wrong,

the poor boy would be desperate. Come on!

You mean, if Valentine never wakes up?

Come on!

You can see that you're not you're not so sure of yourself!

God, I hate black!

But this black, Heloise, it was you who wanted it.

What do you mean?

The night my daughter was poisoned, there were only four of us

in this house.

Valentine, my father, you and me.

Do you think Valentine could have committed suicide?

But no.

I... I don't think so.

So who gave him the poison?

My father?

Your father, in the state he's in?

It seems to me impossible.

Then it's just you and me.

Was it I who killed my daughter?

Frankly, I don't know, I don't know.

I know I can't. Conclusion?

You've gone mad.

I accuse you of triple murder.

On the persons of Marie Luise de Saint-Méran,

of the servant Jules Barrois,

and Valentine de Villefort, my daughter.

Pain leads you astray.

To kill, you need a motive.

Money.

Money?

Oh, my goodness, the money!

Yes. Money.

You began by murdering Mme de Saint-Méran,

so that Valentine inherit his fortune.

And then you killed Valentine...

so that this fortune to you through me.

And Barrois, eh?

Barrois.

I was also hoping to inherit from him, perhaps?

No.

Barrois didn't have have to die.

It was my poor father you wanted to get rid of,

to be alone.

With money.

All alone, because I suppose after a reasonable time,

me too, you would have...

Think about it.

Think before you before you do something foolish.

If I am the criminal you claim,

if I'm accused and taken to court before the courts,

you'll be the first to be splashed by the enormity of the scandal.

And so, your beautiful career...

Valentine's death shattered my life and then my career, you know...

Here's one last last chance.

I accept.

No strings attached.

Don't get carried away, my dear.

I'm not offering you to get away with it,

more simply to know a slightly less gruesome end...

of being cut in half by a guillotine knife by a guillotine knife,

under the shouts of hatred and spat upon by the populace.

Your... famous poison,

causes agony agony...

... it seems.

But...

Better that you be punished a little, right?

I'll give you an hour, ma'am.

Miss Valentine...

Miss Valentine, please.

Try to wake up,

you can't go on sleeping sleeping like that!

She's ice-cold.

Ah, Monsieur l'abbé.

You've come, I suppose, for your small fee.

My fees?

Yes, it's customary to give to priests...

You don't have to.

Caderousse stabbed,

Morcerf committed suicide, Danglars on the run, your daughter dead...

I consider myself well well enough as it is.

Besides, I've always been an honest man,

and I would have qualms to accept your money.

I'm not a priest.

Not a priest? What do you mean? not a priest?

- You're Abbé Busoni. - No, I'm not.

Yes, I recognize you.

No, Mr. Prosecutor.

You don't recognize me.

Monte Cristo?

You are the Count de Monte Cristo.

No, Villefort.

I'm Edmond Dantès.

Dantès.

I didn't recognize you.

We rarely admit their crimes.

What do you you want?

What do you from me?

You want to be rehabilitated, right?

I'm going to step in and...

I'll go to the king if I have to, he'll give you justice.

Justice, I'll see to it.

I've come to bring you to bring you an address.

The prison from Cherche-midi.

Neighborhood of assassins.

Is this where you want to send me?

But I didn't kill Heloise.

It was she who herself.

If it's true, it's better for her.

You have my word on it.

I'm not a murderer, I don't want to go to jail!

Even to visit your son?

- My son? - What about him?

You didn't know you had a son?

Oh, you're going to love him, his name is Toussaint

because we found him on All Saints' Day.

In a garden, near Auteuil.

I hope you won't be forced be obliged to petition against him.

Claiming the death penalty against his own son,

it's something else, obviously...

than to send Edmond Dantès to rot in the Château d'If.

Farewell, Mr. Prosecutor.

"Please allow me to retire", as they say...

"of your world".

Or rather...

... suffer... at all.

My poor child.

I was waiting for you to go away.

I'm leaving too.

Are you going back to Marseille?

Much further.

In Algiers?

Even further.

Can't you guess?

I'll put you the voice.

The other morning, after the duel,

you gave me one of your pistols.

- A souvenir. - No, Maximilien.

Give me back the gun.

Give me back that gun...

I don't have it with me.

To make sure you don't make a mistake to place the barrel,

on the temple or in the mouth?

Maximilien...

Have confidence!

In whom? In God?

Since Lazarus and Jesus Christ,

you'll have noticed that God has not resurrected many people,

as if He had lost his grip.

You sound just like me when I was your age.

The same incomprehension, the same revolt.

Almost the same words.

Me too, you know, I wanted to die.

Why should I? You've got it all.

Especially love.

But at that time I had nothing.

I wasn't even allowed to look at the sun, so...

... love.

And then one day, in the depths of despair...

... I met someone.

Someone who spoke to me a little like I'm talking to you today,

and said to me: "Trust me".

"Have confidence in spite of against all odds, Edmond Dantès".

"Have faith...

Edmond Dantès...

Why Edmond Dantès?

Because it's me.

Edmond Dantès is dead.

Many people believed him.

Your father himself.

My goodness...

how I wish to tell her the truth.

My father would have recognized you, if you were Edmond Dantès.

He couldn't have recognized Dantès under the disguise of Lord Wilmore.

Lord Wilmore?

Disguise?

The illusion shows you used to enjoy so much,

to Valentine and to you, are nothing in comparison

illusions of which I'm capable of.

Lord Wilmore, Abbé Busoni, the Count of Monte Cristo,

are one and the same same man.

And this man is Edmond Dantès.

But how? and why?

It's a long story, my child.

A story where Valentine had its place.

- Do you want to hear it? - No, I don't.

No, all I want to hear to hear now,

is the detonation of a pistol.

You won't hear a thing. You'll be dead before then.

It goes fast, you know, a bullet from a pistol.

Unless you miss. So little is enough.

Your trembling hand.

The gun barrel, which deviates one to two centimetres,

and you'll find yourself like old Noirtier.

- Do you have a better suggestion? - Yes, we do.

The poison.

I know a wonderful wonderful poison.

You just have to let go.

We fall asleep anguish.

Without the slightest suffering.

We begin by dreaming.

And then the dream gets threadbare,

like mist blown by the wind.

Soon...

...there's nothing left.

Only blackness, nothingness.

Silence.

- No more... - Give it to me.

Not tonight.

I'll make you a proposition, Maximilian.

Give me a fortnight.

During these fortnight,

promise me you won't try to end your life.

When the term is over, we'll in Marseille.

If you're still in the same the same despair,

I promise to get you the drug that will kill you.

Because you think I'm going to forget forget Valentine in two weeks?

Eternity would not be enough.

If eternity isn't a strong enough medicine,

to soothe your grief,

all the more reason not to rush rush into it, isn't it?

Fifteen poor little days that's all I ask.

It seems to me that you can do that for me.

In memory of what Lord Wilmore did for your father.

All right.

Fifteen days.

Hour for hour.

Do you swear?

Yes, I swear.

But you, too, must swear.

Yes, Maximilien.

I swear to help you die, if I'm wrong.

Everything is close by, my lord.

We can leave when you're ready.

But isn't that more your cook to do that?

I no longer have cook.

It's a luxury I'm afraid I I can no longer afford.

I fired him early this morning.

How about you tell me about it?

I would have gladly with us,

I would have continued his wages.

It's absolutely a problem.

Have you heard the news?

I came to say farewell to Beauchamp.

Imagine that Franz d'Épinay fell madly in love

of Haydée de Janina.

We're already talking marriage.

So it won't all end not too bad.

Yes, since you're leaving.

We're leaving, together.

My husband used to have fun predicting the weather.

He was very keen about clouds.

He told me that the good weather was just an anomaly

between two rainy periods, cold, dreary and grey.

You were my anomaly.

And it was very beautiful.

What are you talking about?

And where are your trunks?

- Nowhere. - What do you mean, nowhere?

Aren't you ready?

But hurry, Camille, we're leaving just as early.

I have an appointment in Italy which I cannot avoid...

I stay with my memories.

You're leaving without me. don't you understand?

But what's happening?

What's the matter? you don't love me anymore?

Oh, yes.

I'll love you always.

You're a a magician.

I was asleep and you woke me up.

I'm glad to have opened my eyes.

The world is beautiful, especially in summer, but...

But what?

But I'm not a woman, at least not a real woman.

Just a funny little girl.

I soften you, but you don't love me.

But you're crazy.

Oh, yes...

Yes, I do.

You're so pure.

Let's say naive.

In the long run, my my naiveté.

You'll turn your back and I'll be unhappy.

You've tasted strong liqueurs,

to settle for with a woman who tastes like syrup.

But I love your syrupy taste.

Why do you want me out of it?

If you ever come back in Auteuil, I'll be there.

But you're not coming back.

Mercédès will you.

Mercedes?

She's waiting for you.

You've been waiting for each other twenty years, both of you.

Are you crying?

It's those damn onions!

If you lived in the country you'd know that it always makes you cry

peeling onions.

Camille,

these are beans.

I guess...

it's in the same family as onions.

You'd better leave very quickly.

Don't say a word.

And don't make any noise, let me go back to sleep

wisely.

Edmond?

Yes, Camille.

You're going to make everyone to everyone, won't you?

Yes, dear.

May I in turn my invoice?

What do you mean? your bill?

Let's say the price of my renunciation.

I'm giving you back to Mercedes,

it's worth something in return, don't you think?

You're so fair.

I thought about it.

But I didn't dare propose it to you for fear of humiliating you.

But my fortune is yours. I don't need it anymore.

Oh, I don't want your money.

And then what?

I want you to forgive.

That I... forgive?

Me?

But to whom?

But to everything and to everyone.

Even the rain, when it falls on you when you're hatless.

The reason I'm telling you this is because the man who killed my husband,

I managed to forgive him.

Oh, it took me a while.

But I did it.

And I think you can too, can do it.

In any case, that's what I'm asking.

Do you think too expensive?

It's very expensive.

But I promise I'll try.

The Count of Monte Cristo doesn't try.

He succeeded.

I love you, I love you, I love you!

Come on, wake up! Come on, wake up.

Wake up, come on! Come on, come back.

Ah, she's dead.

She's dead for for good. Wake up! Wake up!

Quickly, quickly, hurry up.

Ten, eleven and twelve. The accounts are correct.

In full.

On my return to Paris, Mr. Director,

the world of high finance will know that you're an honest man.

To say the least, sir, is that Thomson and French Bank

honors the letter of credit from the Count of Monte Cristo.

That credit! What a story!

Say, you can that you scared me.

Unlimited credit... we've never seen anything like it!

You must admit, dear sir, that we've never seen

such an exceptional being as His Excellency

the Count of Monte Cristo.

My respects, Baron, I am Luigi Vampa.

At your service.

What right do you have taken me prisoner?

Are you a prisoner?

Never in a million years. You're my guest.

You kidnapped me, drugged me, locked me up.

What was that horrible drug?

My throat is always that burns.

Drink a little. You'll feel better.

Let's see, what would please you,

a little Chianti, perhaps?

We have one that is a pure marvel.

A Chianti, if you like quickly!

That's two hundred thousand francs.

Two hundred thousand francs... for a little wine?

How's that? a little wine?

For two hundred thousand francs, Luigi Vampa

brings you a bottle full of wine.

Even a full bottle, even a whole barrel,

even a whole barrel... Ah, it's insane! It's insane!

Aren't you a banker? Isn't a banker rich?

Keep it for yourself, your Chianti!

Give me some water.

My throat's on fire!

A jug... or a glass?

The prices are: one hundred thousand francs for a jug,

only twenty thousand for a drink.

Twenty thousand francs for a glass of water?

But it's pure, like water.

But you're... you're a bandit!

Same as you, Baron.

The only difference between me and you,

it's just me, I've never hidden.

Who is this man?

What does he want from me?

You're the executioner, is that it?

Oh, monsieur, grace!

Please have mercy on a poor man!

Do you any regrets?

Oh... regrets?

About what, regrets?

For the harm you've done.

The harm I've done?

I've done a lot, sir.

Are you sure? Look hard.

Look harder.

No, I... I can't see, monsieur.

In all honesty I don't see it.

I made money, of course, but... what's wrong with that?

And then, you know, money, I lost some, too.

A lot.

Gold mines without gold, sturgeon fisheries without sturgeons...

And in Ukraine, wheat fields of wheat without wheat...

Let me help you. Marseille: twenty years ago.

An inn in the village of the Catalans. Over there,

wine wasn't as expensive as here.

It only cost penny.

The Auberge de Caderousse?

Your memory coming back?

Don't you remember that beautiful summer day,

where you were drinking,

under the arbour with Fernand Mondego,

with Caderousse...

Wait, but...

How do you know all this?

The Count of Monte Cristo?

No, Danglars. Edmond Dantès.

It can't be!

Yes, I should have expected it. "Impossible" is the word you all use.

You definitely have less imagination than I do, sir.

Come on.

Get out of this hole.

It's a beautiful day outside, it's Italy.

No, no.

No, I'm not. I'm not crazy, Dantès!

You're gonna shoot me in the back, or your men will.

They're not my men.

As for me, I'm learning to forgive.

And I'm starting with you. You're very lucky.

Come on. But hurry up.

Hurry up, because I have I feel like I'm forgiving him,

it doesn't hold up as well than revenge.

And... but...

...my money...

What kind of money is he talking about?

To hell with it if I know.

When we took him away he had empty pockets.

What do you mean, empty pockets? I had twelve million!

But my dear Danglars, you must be mistaken.

You've always told me you didn't have any money.

But then, be logical:

If you had twelve million, my friend Vampa

would not have kidnapped you to obtain a ransom.

I would have been content to sequester the millions to Mr. Danglars.

Don't worry, Danglars. I've been there too.

Detention drives you crazy.

Don't forget what we agreed.

I will keep my word.

The millions confiscated from Mr. Danglars will be distributed to the poor,

orphans and widows, hospitals.

And to prisoners. In the form blankets, medicine.

Food. Don't forget the prisoners.

I have an appointment with the Count of Monte Cristo.

We said two weeks. Hour for hour.

You're a little ahead of schedule.

Yes, I know.

But I can't stand of suffering, Bertuccio,

I want my coup de grâce. I kept my oath.

It's up to your master keep his promise.

So, Maximilien.

Still in despair?

Yes. I warned you.

I'm ready. Are you ready?

Bertuccio.

- Yes, sir? - Do as I say.

Is he the one who's going to the poison?

I'm happy not to your hands dirty.

Maximilian, I must warn you.

You're in for a shock of extreme violence.

Something you have no idea.

You're afraid that I'll inflict a spectacle too pitiful for you.

After all, it's true, you never know.

Maybe it's not easy to die.

I'll drink the poison, now.

Whatever you're feeling, don't scream.

Our neighbor is a very old a very old woman.

Let's not panic him.

I'll be able to control myself, don't worry.

I'll bear the pain.

Since you're so brave, it's time to test.

Come with me.

I hope you're not crying, remember?

I wasn't your son's age when I set sail.

You're here. But what are you doing?

Same as you. I live here.

I live it all.

What about your hotel Plaine-de-Monceaux?

Sold.

Well, no.

I left it to some monks who were looking for a monastery.

And I did the same with everything I had.

To nuns.

And the little house at the top of the ravine,

is it still yours?

She never stopped mine.

And now she's all I have.

But then I'm saved. I know where I'm going to sleep, right?

Come on.

Stop, you're going to me down!

We'll get up again.

We always again!

I feel dirty.

You smell of Paris, the money.

Stagecoach.

And sweaty horses. Inn chickens.

You might as well throw yourself in there.

Come on, come on!

But no, have you forgotten that I can't swim?

- Here, come on, come on! - Edmond!

- Don't! Don't! - I'll teach you, come on.

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