You're an extraordinary young man.
I insist, you must come to my estate for breakfast tomorrow.
Agreed?
Agreed.
- May I ask who you are, sir? - For the present, your friend.
Tomorrow, your host. For the short time formality stands between us...
the Count of Monte Cristo.
He's out in the waiting room.
- He showed courage in the tunnels. - He's a means to an end.
Yes, Your Grace.
Young man.
Albert, come in. Come, come.
Come on.
- You've had quite a night. - Yes. What an adventure.
Everything's an adventure when you're young.
- One thing puzzles me, sir. - Hmm?
How did you come to know of my kidnapping?
I have many connections...
some of which are less than reputable.
I pay well to be informed of anything of note in any city in which I stay.
And the kidnapping of a count's son is of note.
But why risk your life rescuing me?
You're the son of a fellow noble. It was the least I could do.
Judging by your character, I'm sure you would have done the same.
Your father will be proud of you.
You must come to Paris and meet my parents so that they may thank you in person.
Unfortunately, I cannot. Business, you see.
Please. It is a matter of honour.
- Jacopo? - Yes, Your Grace?
The Spada matter... where do we stand?
- Even now, the gold... - The shipment?
Oh, oh, l-I'm sorry, Your Grace. The, uh... The shipment is in transit...
uh, bound for Marseilles.
- And it arrives? - Not for another three weeks, Your Grace.
Three weeks? That's more than enough time to visit in Paris.
- Very well. - Excellent.
- And you'll be there just in time. - In time for?
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Count!
- Albert. - Your Grace. Father!
May I present the Count of Monte Cristo.
- 'Tis a pleasure. - The pleasure is mine, Count Mondego.
I've been looking forward to this moment for some time.
Well, you do me much honour, when it is I who are indebted to you...
for the rescue of my son.
May I present the Countess Mondego.
Mercedes.
Countess.
You would have to be a mother to truly appreciate the service...
you've done for my son and me.
Monsieur, I shall never forget you.
Please, madame, it was nothing.
I am sure that within a month, you will not even remember my name.
- May I steal your wife? - I'm sorry?
- For the waltz. - Of course.
Isn't he wonderful, Father?
- What's the matter? - Uh, nothing.
You just remind me of someone from long ago.
- Someone who was very dear to me. - I'm flattered.
What happened to him?
He died.
But I'm not that man.
Monsieur and Madame Villefort.
What are they doing here?
Prosecutor Villefort.
- What are you doing here? - Oh, Madame Villefort, monsieur.
I'm so glad you could come to see me while I'm still in town.
- I must say, we were delightfully surprised to get your note. - Thank you.
Now, would you be so kind as to excuse your husband and I for a moment?
I'm told you are an expert in the interpretation of the law.
I have a certain matter that perhaps you could help me with.
Excuse me.
Fernand.
Fernand! The toast!
Not right now. I have state business to attend to.
The guests expect it. Albert expects it.
- You give it, my dear. I'm sure it'll be splendid. - You are his father!
It is the least you can do. You know how he admires you.
- Then he will forgive my absence. - But...
I thought we agreed not to meet socially.
How could I pass up the Count of Monte Cristo?
Quite.
- What do you know of him? - He's foreign, rich.
- I hear he aided your son. - Why does he seek your counsel?
Why should I tell you?
When my son returned from Rome...
he mentioned he'd heard Monte Cristo saying he was expecting a shipment.
He also heard the words "gold" and "Spada."
- Hmm. - You don't believe...
Monte Cristo has found the treasure of Spada.
Not an hour ago, he asked me to help him avoid troublesome inspections...
on a shipment coming from Marseilles.
- Hmm. - I could have him arrested.
Don't do that. Let's just relieve him of it.
- How do you propose... - I have an acquaintance who deals in these matters.
Tell Monte Cristo you'll get his shipment through Customs...
but that it will have to stay in port overnight.
I shall have it removed and taken to my old family estate in Bouchon...
where we shall meet the following day.
I require 70 percent.
- And yet you'll only get 50. - Done.
Ladies and gentlemen...
unfortunately, my husband has been detained by business.
And so it is left up to me to...
To introduce you...
to the Count of Monte Cristo yet again.
You see, I had the audacity to beg the count...
to allow me to give the birthday toast to Albert.
I was so insistent, and such is the graciousness of our host...
that he reluctantly gave up his fatherly right...
in order to accommodate a guest, even one as boorish as myself.
Young Albert has made far too much of the assistance I gave him in Rome.
When I arrived in the catacombs, I watched...
as the criminals, who tied Albert to a wall...
- As evidence of his abduction. - Goodness!
The boy's reply to all this was...
"Do your worst."
Life is a storm, my young friend.
You will bask in the sunlight one moment...
be shattered on the rocks the next.
What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.
You must look into that storm and shout, as you did in Rome...
"Do your worst...
for I will do mine."
Then the fates will know you as we know you...
as Albert Mondego, the man.
Giddap!
Edmond, Villefort told me that you were executed.
- Did he? - Oh, God.
- Countess, you are mistaken. Back to the Mondegos'. - No!
- Madame, I am only thinking of your reputation. - I beg you, Edmond.
- I don't care how you returned. - I am not this Edmond. - Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
So, what are you?
A spirit? Some ghost sent to torment me?
This Edmond, you loved him?
- Yes. - For how long?
For all of my life.
And how long after he died before you married the count?
That isn't fair.
We've reached your home, Countess.
You're right. You cannot be my Edmond.
Well, there you are. You said it yourself.
Edmond Dantes is dead. Good night.
Countess.
If you ever again presume to interfere in my affairs...
Do you understand?
- I understand you are mad. - Mad?
My enemies are falling into my traps perfectly.
Mad, Your Grace, for ignoring this:
You have a fortune, a beautiful woman who loves you.
Take the money, take the woman and live your life.
Stop this plan. Take what you have won.
- I can't. - Why not?
I am still your man, Zatarra.
I swore an oath.
I will protect you.
Even if it means I must protect you from yourself.
I'll drive you home now.
I'll walk.
Come on. Look sharp.
There we are.
Put two chests on the Pharaon for our cut.
Mondego will never notice.
Come on. Get aboard.
- Philippe Danglars? - Yeah?
You are charged with the theft of goods from a certain merchant ship.
- This is absurd. - We can resolve this matter easily.
These men will perform a search of your vessel.
Count Mondego set me up.
But I'll not hang for him.
- Who are you? - I'm the count of Monte Cristo.
But my friends call me Edmond Dantes.
Dantes?
Cut him down before he can't talk.
- Boy, don't do that. That's... That's too much. - My dear Villefort.
I hope you don't mind if I join you for a short while.
Your Grace, I was not expecting you.
I want to thank you in person for helping me with my shipment.
That, yes. L-I made all the arrangements earlier.
I can promise you there'll be no more problems from our end.
Excellent. I think this could be the start of a long...
and fruitful relationship.
Speaking of which, may I pose a question?
Yes, of course. Anything in the world.
I was just curious.
Why did you tell Countess Mondego 16 years ago...
that Edmond Dantes had been executed?
- Hmm? - Uh...
l-I don't understand. Wh-What on earth are you talking about?
- It's a perfectly simple question. - How do you know these things?
That's, uh... That's quite enough.
You-You-You don't understand. Dantes was accepting a letter from Napoleon.
- That was clearly treason. - But we both know he never delivered it.
Packing a man off to prison with such knowledge is bad enough. But to tell his...
Your Grace, I have no idea what is provoking this perverse discussion.
Now I ask myself, "What did my old friend Villefort stand to gain...
by telling Mercedes that Edmond Dantes is dead? "
The answer is absolutely nothing.
- Just as you say, nothing. So why... - But if my old friend...
now chief prosecutor of France...
doesn't gain from this lie, well, who does?
My dear Count, it's far too hot in here and you're fully dressed.
is Fernand, Count Mondego.
I don't understand what this inquisition has to do with our business relationship.
I'm about to tell you.
Sit down, Mondego.
I'm an ambitious man, and I have furthered these ambitions...
by scooping up Bonapartists.
Once merely an irritation, now potentially lethal.
- Be lethal in turn. - Well, the problem is such...
that l, myself, cannot attend to it.
So I have a proposition for you.
How is your father?
Alive, unfortunately.
We share the same misfortune.
You remember?
Why is this door locked?
I demand that you release me from this room at once.
You've proved yourself no friend of mine.
Your father was a loyal supporter of Napoleon, wasn't he?
Possibly involved in plotting Napoleon's escape from Elba.
The emperor arrives soon!
An inconvenient parent for an ambitious civil servant like yourself.
But then he died, suddenly, and opportunely murdered again some 16 years ago.
The Emperor Napoleon.
The murderer never apprehended.
How hard did you look for him?
You have no proof, no witnesses.
You just have theories. J-Just conjectures.
On the contrary. I have Count Mondego.
Young Mondego. Why?
Because your son lacked the courage.
Mondego is the one who pulled the trigger!
He'd never confess in a million years!
You're right, he wouldn't.
But you just have.
Monsieur Villefort, you are under arrest for conspiracy to murder.
You remember?
Dantes?
A courtesy for a gentleman.
You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?
Hyah!
Edmond?
So did I.
Until I realized...
you said the name "Dantes."
A name that I had never mentioned.
What do you want of me?
I want to be free of you...
the way you obviously are free of me.
Just a few answers from you, and I shall be gone forever.
Ask your questions.
Where have you been?
Thirteen years in the Chateau d'lf...
and everywhere else you can imagine.
The Chateau d'lf for 13 years.
Did you suffer?
- What happened afterward? - Much.
- Why did you not come to me? - Why did you not wait?
You married the very man who betrayed...
I told you that night on the rocks, remember?
And it never has.
Why?
You know why.
If you ever loved me...
don't... don't rob me of my hate.
- It's all I have. - Let it go, Edmond.
Let it go.
I don't know what dark plan lies within you.
Nor do I know by what design we were asked...
to live without each other these 16 years.
- But God has offered us a new beginning... - God?
Don't slap His hand away.
Can I never escape Him?
No.
He is in everything.
Even in a kiss.
My lady?
- Oh. - Where's the count?
Um, the count would like for you to join him this afternoon.
- Join him? - Uh, yes...
in, uh, leaving the country with your son.
Uh, I'll have someone bring you to your house.
- And you just wait there for me, and we just... - Thank you!
- Yes, yes, but my... Yes, yes... M-My lady... - I need to go home and pack.
- Where's the count? - Upstairs, my lady.
What's wrong?
I'm bankrupt. All my debts have been called in.
- Also, I'm to be arrested. - For what?
Piracy, corruption and murder.
- Did you do all these things? - Yes.
There is simply not the time to talk to talk about it. The gendarmes are on the way...
apparently, so hurry up and pack something.
I'm not going with you, Fernand.
You are my wife.
I have made arrangements for us.
We shall be very well taken care of.
- He's not your son. - I beg your pardon?
Albert Mondego is the son of Edmond Dantes.
Why do you think I rushed off so quickly to marry you after Edmond was taken away?
Premature.
Well, aren't you a piece of work.
So he's the bastard son of a dead traitor.
He always was disappointing.
Goodbye, Mercedes.
You did please me some of the time.
You never pleased me.
What is this?
Monte Cristo.
King's to you, Fernand.
Edmond?
- But how... - How did I escape?
How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.
So you've taken Mercedes?
And everything else, except your life.
Why are you doing this?
It's complicated.
Let's just say it's vengeance for the life you stole from me.
Well, I see someone has taught you the sword.
How did you ever call yourself my friend?
We were friends, Edmond.
You sent me to hell! Why?
Take your vengeance.
But know the blood you spill is noble.
Blood that will never run through your veins.
You're no more a count than I am a commoner!
You don't have it in you.
- Touch him, and I'll kill you. - Boy, let me explain.
It's been explained. I spoke to Madame Villefort on the street.
She told me how I was a silly, trusting dupe that my friend...
the Count of Monte Cristo, used to get into our lives.
- Albert, listen to me. - I will not!
Forgive me for being such a fool, Father.
- You were betrayed. Of course you're forgiven. - You were my friend.
- I looked up to you. - There's a history here you know nothing about.
He loved your mother, and yet she chose me, so now he intends to steal her away.
Lie. Get out of my way!
Boy, if I have to, I will kill you.
I will not stop now.
- Nor will I. - So be it.
No!
Albert...
I found the note you left explaining where you'd gone.
But now I must explain something to you...
where you really come from.
Albert, you are the son of Edmond Dantes.
The man you know as the Count of Monte Cristo.
Well, I'm afraid it is true.
You are the walking proof that your mother was as much of a whore in her younger years as she is today.
You...
- Fernand, I beg you. No more! - I want no more of this.
Just go.
Call it mercy. Mercy, Fernand.
You've only got one shot, and it will take more than that to stop me.
Well, then I'd best put it where it will do the most damage.
No!
Mother! Mother!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Look what I've done. Jacopo!
Hyah!
Once again, Zatarra...
God sees you out the corner of His eye.
She'll live.
Edmond! Edmond!
Please don't go out there. Don't.
Edmond, don't go.
You try. Don't ever quit.
Zatarra, you must end this.
Even the priest will understand that.
- Edmond! - Please don't leave.
Watch over your mother.
Now, I couldn't live in a world where you have everything and I have nothing.
What happened to your mercy?
I'm a count, not a saint.
You were right, priest.
You were right.
This I promise you and God:
All that was used for vengeance...
will now be used for good.
So rest in peace, my friend.
So, Zatarra...
painful, huh?
No.
I bought this place, thinking one day I would tear it down.
But now the only things I care about...
are walking off this island with me.
Let's go home.