Don't let anyone near the coach.
Albert.
Please we must talk.
Tomorrow at 6.30 in the Saint-Cloud woods.
Just one word each: "Ready?" "Ready".
Dear Count, I'm worried too.
But althrough I chair the Chamber of Peers, I can't ask it...
...to institute proceedings based on mere allegations...
...Against one of its members.
A member whom this article was careful not to mention.
"A certain Fernand". You must admit that's rather vague.
My grandson...
...is called Fernand.
Dear Duke in tonight's edition...
...'Le Messager' will reveal The culprit's full name.
It won't be "a certain Fernand", but Count Fernand de Morcerf.
I must warn you.
It's true that, since the Revolution...
...no one in France is untouchable.
But to accuse a man with the record of public service...
...and the respectability of Morcerf...
Here is the front page article from Tonight's edition of 'Le Messager'.
Forgive my curiosity, but what is your role in this affair?
And you calmly admit this?
My calmness is only for appearances.
Inside, I boil wit rage and disgust.
Put my mind at rest.
What does it matter if revenge goes hand in hand with justice?
You're too late.
Dear colleagues. I would have paid no attention to these allegations...
Libel, then, to please the Baron.
But these allegations were signed by eminent people who witnessed this...
Felony?
Silence!
Mr. De Morcerf, I didn't allow you to speak.
I'll speak anyway. There are no rules against the insult...
you relay with such hurtful indifference.
They're all on his side. If Albert doesn't kill me...
...I’ll be charged with an offence against national security.
You've landed me in a mess.
Morcerf thinks he'll win because he's sure he knows all the cards.
But I have one...
...he can't anticipate.
Please play it.
I'll go and get it. I need fresh air anyway. You can't breathe in here.
Who are these witnesses?
Old. Heroes from Janina.
So old they're probably all dead.
It's nothing new to make the dead speak.
If you don't believe me, send a committee of enquiry to Janina.
The Chamber of Peers has more urgent tasks...
...than to visit the Turks.
My dear Morcerf...
...no one here doubts your word. I don't anyway.
I'm at your service. I've waited so long for this.
So have I.
Bring back censorship!
Gentlemen, today I'm the one being attacked.
Tomorrow, it could be you or you.
Then our President will be in the stocks.
And after our President...
...maybe our King.
Back to your seats or I'll adjourn.
Attacking the press isn't enough to defend yourself.
What is there to defend? Risking my life in Janina?
Acting with such heroism that Sultan Ali Pasha...
...whom they say I betrayed.
...rewarded me by making me a General?
Yes, but after he made you General?
After? Well, the city fell into Turkish hands.
How did it fall?
That's the question.
- And your trump card? - The queen of hearts.
Silence. I have a very important announcement to make.
Someone has just arrived and wishes to be heard...
...as a witness in the Janina case.
We’ve heard enough.
IT would be indecent to continue troubling the Count.
It's all right. Let us see the face of the enemy.
I'd be only too pleased.
What's this sham? - Is that her?
Your name?
Princess Haydee, daughter of Ali Pasha.
Impossible. She's an impostor.
Why?
Because the Turks killed the Sultan's family.
Yes, they all had their throats cut: My mother, father and two brothers.
Only I wasn't slaughtered, maybe because I was a girl.
Pity? From the Turks?
This woman is talking nonsense.
Pity would have been to kill me, not to make a slave of me.
If you're slave your testimony is inadmissible.
She isn't any more.
I bought... ...and freed her.
Which side are you on?
The Count of Monte Cristo vouches for the validity of your testimony. Speak.
She still has to prove she is who she claims to be.
You tell them who I am.
A mad woman.
Mondego... You were one of the closest friends of the Sultan and his family.
Did Haydee have any personal traits?
It was so long ago. How could I recall?
Did she or didn't she have any personal traits?
She might have done.
She used to gorge herself on those sweets called Turkish delights.
Her personal trait is that she should now weigh over 200 pounds.
You really don't measure up, my poor girl.
I was in Janina too.
Only for a few days.
But I had the honour of meeting the Sultan.
This is about Haydee.
Precisely. I meet his daughter too.
- It's her - You're drivelling.
Nothing new there.
I don't know if you've ever gone...
...hawking my dear Duke.
It's a very exciting way of hunting.
Get to the point, M de Saint-Guyon.
One day, one of the princess's hawks...
...cut her right earlobe with its beak.
I hasten to add.
...it didn't spoil the beauty of Princess Haydee of Janina.
Forgive us for this humilation. It shall be the last.
Will the Peers of France please rise...
...as custom requires when we receive a person of royal blood.
She mutilated herself.
Come down or I'll come up for you.
Go home. Your poor mother needs you.
You dishonoured my father.
I swear I'm not relishing it.
I had to do it.
If you’re too ignorant to understand this gesture...
...it means I demand a duel.
I'm sorry.
Where and when?
Since your duel with Beauchamp is off...
...I suggest the same place and time.
My witnesses. And yours?
Maximilien Morrel and Bertuccio.
A trader and a servant to humiliate me?
I have no other friends in Paris.
It's raining so hard, I hope he'll fall on his back, not on his face.
He doesn't deserve to die with his nose in the mud.
Leave that. I'll finish it myself.
Go back to Valentine. I'm worried.
Don't be. The Villeforts are attending a mass sung for Mme de Saint-Meran.
Isn't anyone singing for poor Barrois?
Excuse me.
The Countess is here.
Mme de Morcerf.
Leave us.
Take a seat.
- What are you doing? - Begging you.
What for?
You know.
Stand up. You only kneel before God.
Like Him. You can do a miracle.
A miracle? Your son considers he's the offended party. He'll shoot first.
He'll miss. He's no good with pistols.
I know.
He'll be nervous and his hands will shake. It's his first duel.
Mine too.
But unlike your son I'm a sharp shooter.
Should I miss?
Is that why you came?
Yes. In Gods name I beg you.
Tell me you'll do it.
That wasn't my plan, but all right.
I'll shoot wide and miss your son. But we'll each have two pistols.
So it'll be Albert's turn again.
This time. The initial distance of 60 paces will be reduced to 30.
Aim at me.
You'll see.
At 30 paces, even if you can't shoot...
., do you think you can miss?
Sorry, Mercedes.
I won't allow your son to live long enough to aim at my heart at 30 paces.
Then wound him... in the shoulder.
I don't know but stop this nightmare.
It's not a first-blood duel. It's to the death. Your son denaided it.
You refuse everything. Why are you after us? What did we do to you?
I thought you knew.
How? What do I know of you?
The other day on the river, I thought...
On the river. I thought things too.
But I must have been wrong.
He wasn't like that, He wasn't like you.
I called you Edmond.
Yes, but why didn't you say any more?
I thought it was up to you to speak I've been waiting for this confession.
Confessions are for the guilty.
You want me to say your name?
No one has ever said my name the way you do.
I remember.
You'd write it on misty windows.
I was in love with you Now I'm scared of you.
Say it anyway. Try.
Say my name softy like you used to.
For the last time because tomorrow it'll make you sick.
Say it, Mercedes.
Edmond Dantes.
No caresses.
Don't touch me.
I know you hate me.
I'll only start hating you tomorrow.
For you its been 20 years and your revenge is to kill my son.
Revenge on you?
No. On others, but not on you.
I just want to know what happened to us.
I told you, Your father said you were dead.
I know, you told me. You could believe him. He didn't lie.
Unlike some But why marry Fernand Mondego?
You know Fernand Mondego.
You know who he is now.
It's hard not to. Everyone talks of his betrayal at Janina.
Would it have happened...
...if Fernand hadn't already had a taste for lies, slander and betrayal?
What do you mean?
He betrayed me.
Impossible. He told everyone he'd lost his best friend. I saw him cry.
Everything about him is fake.
Tears, heroism, honour. He wanted you and I was in his way.
So he wrote a letter. That's very brave. The anonymous letter trick.
He’s like that. - The scum.
Yes, but there's more scum.
Villefort, Danglars, Caderousse.
Punish them. It's your right. But not Albert.
Don't mix him up in this. Don't kill my son.
If it helps...
...punish me too.
I did nothing wrong.
Punish me anyway just to make yourself feel better.
But don't harm my son.
Do you hear, Edmond? Not my child.
I was with your father when he died.
No, Morrel was.
I was there. If Morrel was alive...
No. Don't call a dead man to witness.
But it's the truth.
I held his hand until he died and until the end, he talked about you.
- No - He loved you.
- Don't do this - He loved you like I love Albert.
I have nothing to add.
But you, have you nothing to say before I go?
Tomorrow morning...
...20 years too late...
...you shall no longer wonder whether Edmond is dead or alive. He'll be dead.
Albert de Morcerf will shoot me in the heart.
Farewell, Edmond.
Farewell.
Come in.
You need me?
There's one for each of you.
It’s money.
Well, diamonds. They're easier to trade.
Diamonds?
To pay for your return and a decent life back home.
I suppose Hassan will buy a felucca.
Hell be a fine sponge diver. He so loves the sea.
Tell him to be careful. You can't trust the sea.
You're dismissing us?
No. I’m not dismissing you...
...but I may be leaving.
But it's a place where no one needs anyone.
Can we talk?
Fasteri.
- What are you doing? - Making love.
Rain...
I like the taste of rain.
It's lovely now.
As always after a storm.
If something happens to me, promise me one thing.
Never make love when it rains.
What could possibly happen?
You're the tallest and strongest beau, You're Monte Cristo.
You see? It rhymes.
You make me so happy I'm a poet now.
- What time is it? - Not six yet. Sleep a bit longer.
No, have am appointment.
No, I have an appointment.
So early? Who with?
First of all with myself I'm hungry. Give me something to eat.
- Bread, butter coffee? - And wine.
And eggs with bacon Lots of bacon.
And cheese.
If you have one or two capon thighs. I won't say no.
You ogre.
Till tonight?
- Camille... - Yes?
Nothing. Or rather...
It was a wonderful night I'll never forget.
Wonderful, but short.
The next one will be so long.
- He's late. Maybe he's scared - He'll come. He's a Morcerf.
They're traitors.
He also has a mother, Mercedes. She has courage. Here's my will.
But sir...
I’ve left you ten million.
Invest with Thomson & French at 18%... You'll have a nice income.
You only have one obligation: To carry out my last wish.
I was a sailor and I want the sea for a grave.
I want to slide to the bottom from the Pharaon.
Arrange it with Maximilien.
They're here.
Very well. In any case, we can't start at 60 paces yet It's too misty.
The Count suggests starting at 30 paces.
The mist wont be a problem.
Well, Mr. De Morcerf wishes to...
He has something to say to the Count of Monte Cristo.
You must know that's contrary to custom. Only weapons should speak.
Would you check our pistols? We'll check yours.
I came without weapons.
But with apologies.
You're the offended party. Why apologize?
I wish to speak in front of our witnesses.
...and be done with it.
Certainly, but not the way you think.
I’m not here to be killed or to kill you.
Unless you demand it, we won't fight.
I came to apologize.
Last night my mother came to see me.
- She told me everything - What?
You'd hate me to repeat what you were prepared to do.
True. It's between the Countess and me.
It was only justice for you to accuse and defeat...
...my father.
Yes, the Count of Morcerf committed felony, and not just in Janina.
- Years ago in Marseille... - Don't.
- You don't want me to... - No.
You'll accuse him yourself?
Maybe Its my business, not yours.
Very well. Don't worry, I can keep a secret, especially my mother's.
Thank you for sparing me the shame...
...of further damning my father.
I'm so happy.
And me. I had a sumptuous breakfast.
I thought it my last. So I indulged. We should always live like survivors.
Djerba.
Massage your master.
That's nice. Sing me a song from your country.
- The Count of Morcerf - What about him?
He's upset and says he'll do what his son didn't.
He wants to kill me? - On his honour...
His honour? Then I’m quite safe.
Stop taking everything so lightly He has at least two pistols.
Tell him I'm coming.
Give him everything he needs and run to the Villeforts.
Valentine is alone. Quickly!
Hello, Mondego.
Monte Cristo. I came...
What did you call me? Monte Cristo?
Count of Monte Cristo? You have the wrong address.
Look at me closely. Am I the Count of Monte Cristo?
- What are you playing at? - I never play.
What I suffered was real. It was you who played.
The tearful friend the comforting fiance...
...the heroic general. The noble and very respectable Count of Morcerf.
But it's over. You played and lost.
Forget it. You've already killed me.
Well, you tried.
You didn't succeed. I'm back.
Have a drink with me.
To the health of Edmond Dantes.
My poor Fernand.
You always wreck everything I have.
It's Valentine.
She needs a doctor?
It's too late. She needs a priest.
Go on, run.
Please don't make a spectacle of yourself. It won't change anything.
It's only mud. Your coat won't be ruined.
- Wasn't that the Count of Morcerf? - Possibly.
You receive him despite his disgrace?
Don’t I receive you, Danglars?
Disgraced?
Lm business, a reputation is like the stock exchange.
Up one day, down the next.
...By the way, how's your reputation today?
I’m grateful you worry about my affairs.
Well. They have an influence on mine.
I've decided to leave Paris.
We'll retain an unforgettable memory of you.
I don't want to leave any debts behind.
So I'd be grateful if you could let me have six million within 48 hours.
I’ve already given you six million.
I need six more. Thomson & French granted me unlimited credit with you.
You talk about Thomson & French.
What do they know of my finances? My coffers are empty.
If you can't meet my letter of credit, I fear Thomson & French...
will make you bankrupt.
Bankrupt? Me? All the money I lost was your fault.
All those wonderful investments you recommended failed.
Thank you Hassan.
So we're agreed. Six million within 48 hours.
Please...
Give this to my husband.
Madam can do it herself.
He’s just arrived.
I don't wish to see him again.
For Fernand.
We're there, sir.
She wanted milk so my wife brought it.
Leave us. I'll hear her confession.
She’s unconscious.
That's Gods business. Not yours.
And Jesus said...
"Lazarus shall rise from the dead.
"He who believes in me, even if he is dead, shall have...
"... eternal life.
'Why fear ye? O ye of little faith".
There. I'm naked. How humiliating.
- How can I go out with no jewels? - Go where?
Mademoiselle de Villefort's funeral tomorrow...
With black drapes. No one will notice your missing jewels.
They're worth two million, plus our shoot and furniture...
Not the furniture. It's mine.
- My family's - You prefer me bankrupt and in jail?
We were all so happy. Life was so wonderful, so easy.
And in just a few months, fate.
These deaths at the Villeforts, Morcerf's disgrace and suicide...
And now you talk about bankruptcy and jail.
What did we do to deserve this?
I don't know.
You must do. God didn't suddenly go mad.
I've done nothing wrong.
And you?
Me? Nothing either...
...of course.
Yes.
Yes, what?
I did something wrong.
I deserve for my jewels to be sold.
And my furniture. I must be punished.
I cheated on you years ago I had a child...
...with another man.
But you can't have children.
Maybe it's you who can't.
With another man, I did. It was a son.
Who's the man?
I have a child and I don't know him. No one knows him.
And no one seems to care.
One of the cashiers. Probably.
I often saw her with them.
She looked at them...
...With her dreamy eyes.
Shed lick her lips.
A woman's tongue - soft, pink ad wet - can do a lot of damage...
...Especially with young cashiers.
I hired them too young. But the good times are over.
Young or old, I can't pay them any more.
Get out.
Everybody out.
The Danglars Bank is suspending payments.
He's stolen our money.
God bless you for your hospitality.
I understand why you can't stay in the house of a man who killed himself.
It's the only sin God won't forgive.
To kill yourself out of self-disgust is to doubt the Lords infinite mercy.
If His mercy is infinite, I'm sure he forgives despair.
To forgive means to forgive all. Especially the unforgivable.
Maybe that's how you see things, Countess...
, Don't call me Countess.
Those days are over, that’s why I'm leaving my estate to your community.
We'll pray for you, madam...
...that God helps you find peace.
And that He protects you in Algeria, sir.
Ask Him to help me regain the honour my father sullied.
Go and tell the family I'm ready.
- Should we wait for the others? - What others?
The people who will join the procession. I'm sure the departed...
...had friends.
No, there's only us. Let's go and be done with it.
They've gone home to mourn. Let's get down to business.
Satisfied? We said 3.000 for a loose lid. 2.000 not to put the stone on...
I'll pay 20,000, but I need...
...one extra thing.
My goodness! What do you want for this?
You want her out again?
Do you provide medical students with fresh corpses for dissection?
I just want to buy your hearse. The horse and your silence.
That's fine. Still, you priests are into strange deals.
We're done. Come on. Let's go. Hurry up.
Bertuccio, to work.
But toads and humans are different.
While the toad sleeps. Valentine might be dead.
Do as we said.
Hurry.
She's breathing like a hibernating animal.
We must have faith, Come and help me.
When she comes to, she'll be thirsty, cold and scared.
She won't know where she is.
Don't worry I'll look after her. I'll take her out to stretch her legs.
I'll give her some Provence wine.
Does Maximilien know about your trick?
Of course not.
And you love him like a son? You're cruel.
No, cautious. If it all went wrong. He couldn't bear it.
You mean if she never woke up?
- Come on - You see? You're not so sure.
How I hate black.
You're the one who wanted this black.
What do you mean?
My daughter was poisoned with only four of us here.
Valentine, my father, you and me.
Could she have committed suicide?
No, I don't think so.
Then who made her drink the poison? My father?
In his condition? That's impossible.
Then it's you or me. Did I kill my daughter?
I don't know.
I didn't. So?
You're mad.
I'm accusing you of three murders.
Marie-Louise de Saint-Meran, Jules Barrois and my daughter.
You're distraught with grief. To kill, one needs a motive.
Money.
Money? Oh God. Money.
Yes, money.
Then Valentine, so you'd inherit her fortune through me.
What about Barrois?
Was I hoping to inherit from him too?
No, Barrois shouldn't have died.
It's my poor father you wanted dead, so you alone would have all the money.
After a decent period...
...I too would have...
Think carefully before you make a big mistake.
If I'm the murderer you claim I am, if I'm dragged before the courts...
...You'll be the first to suffer from the scandal.
And you're brilliant career...
You have one last chance.
I agree.
Unconditionally.
Don't get carried away.
...than being beheaded by the guillotine...
...while the mob jeers and spits.
Your famous poison causes a painful death. It seems.
But then...
...you must be punished.
Mustn't you?
You have an hour.
Mademoiselle Valentine, please try to wake up. You can't carry on sleeping like this.
She's icy cold.
Father. I suppose you've come for your fee.
My fee?
- It's customary to give. - There's no need.
Caderousse was stabbed, Morcerf killed himself...
I've always been honest. I couldn't take your money. I'm not a priest.
But you're Father Busoni.
I recognize you.
No, sir. You don't recognize me.
Monte Cristo. You're the Count of Monte Cristo.
No, Villefort.
I'm Edmond Dantes.
- I didn't recognize you - We rarely recognize our crimes.
What do you want?
What do you expect from me?
You want rehabilitation? I'll intercede on your behalf.
The King will give you justice.
Justice is my business.
I brought you this address.
Cherche-Midi jail.
Murderers' quarters.
You want to send me there?
I didn't kill Heloise. She killed herself.
It's best for her.
I'm not a murderer. I don't want to go to jail.
Even to see your son?
My son?
Didn't you know you had a son? You're going to love him.
Toussaint. He was found on All Saits' Day in a garden in Auteuil.
I hope you won't have to sum up against him.
Requesting death...
...for one's son is different...
...from sending Edmond Dantes to rot in the Chateau d'If.
Farewell, Prosecutor.
Suffer me to take my leave, as they say...
...in your world.
Or rather...
...just suffer.
My poor child.
I wanted to see you.
I'm leaving too.
Going back to Marseille?
Much further.
To Algiers?
So much further.
Can't you guess?
I'll help you. After the duel, you gave me a pistol as a souvenir.
- No. Give it back - I don't have it here.
Where is it best? The temple or the mouth?
Have faith.
In whom? God?
Since Christ...
few have risen from the dead. God lost his touch.
I felt the same at your age Same rejection, same revolt.
Almost the same words.
I too wanted to die.
Why? You have everything Love above all.
I had nothing then.
I wasn't allowed to see the sun, let alone to love.
Then one day, in the depths of despair...
...I met someone who talked to me as I talk to you now.
He said: "Have faith.
"Have faith despite everything, Edmond Dantes.
'Have faith".
Why Edmond Dantes?
That's who I am.
He's dead.
Many people thought so. Even my father.
My God...
How I would have loved to tell him the truth.
My father would have recognized you.
Not disguised as Lord Wilmore.
Lord Wilmore? A disguise?
The magic shows you and Valentine liked...
...are nothing compared to what I can do.
Lord Wilmore. Father Busoni and Monte Cristo are the same man.
This man is Edmond Dantes.
How? Why?
It's a long story...
...in which Valentine played a part. Do you want to hear it?
No, all I want to hear is the report of a pistol.
You won't hear it. You'll already be dead.
Bullets are very quick, Unless you miss. It's so easily done.
Your hand shaking...
...the barrel shifting slightly and you'll end up like Noirtier.
You have better?
Yes, poison.
I know a wonderful poison. You just let yourself go.
You go to sleep without any anguish, without any pain at all.
You start dreaming.
Then the dream starts to fray like mist drifting in the wind.
Soon there's nothing.
It’s all black, a void.
Silence.
- It's over - Give me it.
Not tonight.
I'll do you a deal. Give me two weeks.
During these two weeks, promise me not to try to ed your life.
Then we'll meet in Marseille. If you're still as despondent.
...I'll give you the drug.
I won't forget Valentine in two weeks. Eternity wouldn't suffice.
...there's all the more reason not to rush into it.
Surely you can do that for me...
...in memory of what Wilmore did for your father.
All right, two weeks. To the hour.
You swear?
Yes. I swear. But you must swear too.
Yes, Maximilien.
I swear to help you to die if I was wrong.
Everything's ready.
We can leave when you wish.
Shouldn't your cook be doing this?
Why didn't you say? I'd have taken him with us and paid his wages.
It wasn't a problem.
Have you heard the news?
I went to say goodbye to Beauchamp and heard...
...Franz dEpinay is mad about Haydee.
There's talk of marriage. Things won't end so badly.
Yes, you're leaving.
We're leaving. Together.
My husband liked predicting the weather. He knew the clouds well.
He said fine weather was a anomaly...
...between two rainy, cold and grey spells.
You were my anomaly and it was beautiful.
What are you saying?
- Where are your trunks? - Nowhere.
Aren't you ready?
Hurry. Camille. We're leaving now. I have an important meeting in Italy.
I'm staying. You're going without me.
What's the matter?
Don't you love me any more?
Oh. Yes.
I'll always love you.
You're a magician.
I was asleep and you woke me.
I'm glad you did The world is beautiful.
- Especially in summer. But... - What?
I'm not a woman. Not a real woman.
Just a funny little girl.
You find me touching, but it's not love.
You’re mad.
It is.
I do love you You're so pure.
Let's say naive.
With time it'll bore you. You’ll turn away from me and I'll suffer.
You've tasted too many liqueurs to make do with sweet cordial.
I love your sweet taste.
Why deprive me of it?
If you ever come back. I'll be there.
But you won't.
Mercedes will know how to keep you.
Mercedes?
You've waited 20 years for each other.
You're crying?
Wretched onions. If you lived in the country, you'd know they make you cry.
They're beans.
They must be of the onion family.
You’d better go very quickly.
Don't say a word. Don't make a sound. Let me go back to sleep quietly.
You made them all pay?
Yes. Very dearly.
May I give you my bill, too?
Your bill?
The price of my renunciation.
I'm returning you to Mercedes. It must be worth something. You're so just.
I thought about it, but didn't want to humiliate you.
My fortune is yours I don't need it now.
Not your money.
Then what?
Forgiveness.
Me? Forgive?
Whom?
Everything and everyone. Even the rain when you have no hat and you get wet.
I tell you that because I forgave my husbands killer.
It took time, but I succeeded.
I think you can too.
That's what I ask. It is too much?
Its a lot, but I promise I'll try.
The Count of Monte Cristo doesn’t try He succeeds.
I love you, I love you.
Come on, wake up.
Wake up, open your eyes.
She's dead. She's really dead.
Wake up. Open your eyes.
Faster. Hurry up.
Ten. Twelve. All there.
All of it.
Everyone will know you're an honest man.
The least Thomson & French can do is meet Monte Cristo's letter of credit.
What a fuss.
You had me worried. Unlinited credit is unheard of.
You must admit wed never heard...
...of such an exceptional person as Monte Cristo.
I'm Luigi Vampa. How can I help you?
Why am I your prisoner?
My prisoner? Never. You're my guest.
You abducted, drugged and locked me up.
What was it? My throat is burning.
Have a drink. It'll help.
What would you like? A little Chianti? We have a really nice one.
- A little, but quickly - It'll be 200,000 francs.
200,000 francs for a little wine?
Not "a little wine" For 200.000 Luigi Vampa will bring you a whole bottle.
A whole bottle or even a barrel. Even a full vat, It's insane.
Aren't you a banker? Bankers are rich.
Keep your Chianti. Give me some water. My throat is on fire.
A jug or a glass?
It's 100,000 francs for a jug and only 20,000 for a glass.
20,000 for a glass of water?
It's very pure.
You're a bandit.
Like you. The only difference between us...
...is I've never made a secret of it.
Who's that?
What does he want?
You're the executioner?
Please have mercy on a poor man.
Do you have regrets?
Regrets? What about?
The harm you did.
The harm? I never did much harm.
Are you sure? Think harder.
No, I can't see. Honestly, I can't see.
I made money, but where's the harm in that?
I lost a lot too, you know.
Gold mines without gold. Sturgeon farms without sturgeon.
Ukrainian wheat fields without wheat.
Marseille, 20 years ago.
An inn in the Catalan village where the wine was cheaper than here.
Caderousse's inn?
Your memory is coming back?
Do you recall that fine summer's day?
You were drinking with Fernand Modego.
And Caderousse.
How do you know all this?
Monte Cristo?
No, Danglars. Edmond Dantes.
That's impossible.
I should have known. "Impossible" is what you all say.
You have less imagination than me.
Come on, get out of this rat hole. It's nice outside.
It's Italy.
No way. I'm not mad, Dantes. You'll shoot me in the back or your men will.
They're not my men. As for me, I'm learning to forgive.
I'm starting with you. You're very lucky.
But go quickly. I feel forgiveness is less satisfying than revenge.
- What about my money? - What money?
When we abducted him, he had nothing.
I had twelve million.
You must be mistaken. You've always told me you didn't have any money.
Be logical. If you'd had that much Vampa wouldn’t have abducted you for a ransom.
I'd only have taken the millions.
Don't worry, I went through it too. Jail drives you mad.
Remember our agreement.
I'll keep my word.
Danglars millions will go to poor people, orphans widows and hospitals.
And prisoners, in the form of blankets, medication and food.
Don't forget prisoners.
I'm meeting Monte Cristo.
We said two weeks. You're early.
I know. But I can't stand this pain. I want mercy.
I kept my word, Your master must do, too.
Still despondent?
Yes. I warned you. I'm ready. Are you?
Do what I said.
He'll give me the poison?
I'm glad You won't dirty your hands.
I must warn you.
You’ll experience a violent shock. Something you can't imagine.
You fear I’ll be a pathetic sight.
After all you could be right. Dying might not be that easy.
I'd like the poison now.
Whatever you feel, don't shout. We don't want to scare our old neighbour.
I'll control myself. I can stand pain.
The time has come to prove your courage. Come with me.
"Only one loaf, baker. My son's gone. Mercedes Igualada".
Two.
Edmond Dantes...
...is back.
I hope you're not crying. Remember...
I was younger than him when I left.
Why are you here?
Same as you.
I live here.
And your mansion?
Sold.
Or rather, no. I left it to monks who needed a monastery.
I did the same. I left my estate to nuns.
Is the hill house still yours?
Them I'm fine. I know where to sleep.
Stop or I'll fall.
We'll get up again. We always do.
I feel dirty.
You smell of Paris, money...
...the coach sweaty horses and tavern chicken.
Jump in there.
Come on.
You forget I can't swim.
Come on.
I'll teach you.