Idiots.
Take the captain beyond the reef till we get permission to bring him ashore.
For a moment I thought you were abandoning me.
Fernand Mondego does not...
abandon his friends in the face of stupid, suicidal danger.
However, as Monsieur Morell's official representative on this voyage, Edmond,
I must officially tell you you have overstepped your bounds as second mate.
Officially. There. I've covered myself.
If we don't get him to a doctor, he will die. Do you understand?
Of course I understand. Just don't expect me to do this sober.
- Right.
English dragoons.
Hello!
Dantes, don't.
- A little careless, don't you think? - We have to talk to someone.
Well, I know, but--
We're French sailors!
- We seek medical attention! - Come on. Come on.
- We come in peace. - Come on.
We mean no harm!
Edmond!
Come on! Climb!
Look out!
Fernand!
Good. You finally hit something.
Lieutenant Graypool.
If your thirst for gore demands the death of these poor fools,
then by all means shoot them.
But do so with the knowledge they are no agents of mine.
Now explain yourselves or be shot.
Sir, I am Edmond Dantes,
second mate of the merchant ship Pharaon, on our way home to Marseilles.
This is the shipowner's representative, Monsieur Fernand Mondego,
son of the Count Mondego.
Our captain has...
contracted brain fever, so we put in here for help.
If his coma is genuine, he won't feel my knife point, will he?
Only a scratch.
Edmond!
- Lieutenant Graypool! - We came to you in good faith!
- That's for my wounded men. - And wounded pride, no doubt.
It has been an eventful evening.
If I hadn't have shot those...
dragoons, you might by lying in pieces on the beach right now.
- I almost got us killed. - Yes, you did.
Yet... we survive.
Donne-moi encore une bouteille du vin
- Whoo-hoo!
Donne-moi encore une bouteille du vin
King's to you, Mondego.
Being your friend is always an adventure.
- Yes, it is, isn't it?
It's a pity adventurers can't always be friends though, huh?
What?
Well, it won't always be like this, will it?
- What are you talking about? - Nothing. Drink up.
We're drinking Napoleon Bonaparte's wine.
I think you'll find the 1806 the finer vintage.
As long as you're still awake, Monsieur Dantes, I wonder...
if I might have a word with you.
I'm curious. What's the significance of the chess piece?
It's just something we've done since childhood.
Whenever one of us has had a victory, king of the moment.
- King of the moment? - Yes.
In life, we're all either kings or pawns.
I'm moved by your effort to save your captain's life, Dantes.
He is my captain... and my friend, Your Majesty.
Loyal friends are rare indeed.
In fact, it is upon such a matter I wish to speak.
I have written a rather...
sentimental letter to an old comrade in Marseilles.
It's a side of me I prefer the British not see.
Since they have a habit of opening my mail,
I wonder if you would deliver it for me.
Oh, l-I don't--
It's just a letter from one old soldier to another.
It's totally innocent, I assure you.
But more important,
it is the price I demand for the use of my physician.
Then I agree.
Good.
You are to deliver the letter to Monsieur Clarion.
- Can you remember that name? - Monsieur Clarion. How will I find him?
Oh, he will find you.
Now, I do not wish...
this letter's existence to be known to anyone else.
Not even your boon companion back there. Do you understand?
I'm a man of my word, Your Majesty.
Yes, l, uh-- I believe you are.
What did he want?
Oh, um, news from France. That's all.
Time you were on your way. Your captain has been dead for half an hour.
Are you sure?
When you have walked as many battlefields as l, young Dantes,
you can feel death.
Kings and pawns, Marchand.
Emperors... and fools.
Come about!
Drive faster.
Danglars, what's happened?
Captain Reynaud is dead, sir,
and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.
Come to my office and report, Danglars.
- And you, Edmond. - Will you be needing me, Monsieur Morell?
Go.
Mercedes.
- Where is he? Where is Edmond? - How lovely to see you too.
You just missed him, I'm afraid.
Could be a while. I think he's in trouble.
He said he'd meet us by the rock. Come on.
I told Dantes not to go ashore.
Is this true?
I accept all responsibility.
As well you should. It was all his idea, monsieur.
It should have been your idea.
Puttin' into Elba didn't save the captain's life, monsieur.
- I was protectin'the merchandise. - You were protecting yourself...
by hiding behind your rank and staying aboard.
Edmond Dantes, I am making you the new captain of the Pharaon.
You presume to demote me?
There is no demotion.
You will remain first mate under Captain Dantes.
Unless, of course, you choose to seek another berth.
Now I imagine there's a certain young lady...
who will want to hear this news.
- Thank you.
Monsieur Morell?
- I understand you had a ship just returned from Elba, monsieur. - Yes.
Did anyone aboard get ashore there by any chance?
They did, but they're not here at the moment.
Thank you, monsieur.
- May I say who has called upon them? - Clarion.
The name is Clarion.
- Make love to me. - Will you ever give up?
- He doesn't have to know. - I'd know.
So would I.
- It'd be our little secret. - I don't believe in secrets.
You think Edmond doesn't have secrets? He does. Ask him.
- I know what you want, Fernand. - You do?
Remember when we were kids and
Edmond got that whistle for his birthday, and you got a pony?
You were so mad Edmond...
was happier with his whistle than you were with your pony.
I'm not going to be your next whistle.
How long do you think it's going to be before he can afford a wife?
Two years. Two years. That's all.
Then he gets his captain's papers, and we can marry.
Two years. I couldn't wait two years for anything,
particularly a bride like you.
Hey!
- There he is. - Hey!
- Whoo! - Mercedes!
I missed you so.
The missing is over now.
- Are you in trouble? - No. I'm captain. Come on.
Monsieur Morell gave me the Pharaon.
Edmond!
King's to me.
Yours is a life truly blessed, Edmond.
Come on.
- You're still the best man. - I know.
Come on!
Stop that. You'll go bald.
Do you keep secrets from me?
Secrets? No.
Why?
Ask me anything and I'll tell you.
We don't have to wait two years anymore.
- As soon as I can afford...
the ring, we'll wed-- - I don't need a ring. I don't.
This will be my ring.
And no matter what happens,
you will never see it off my finger.
Ever.
Hello, my fine young gentleman.
Care to join me?
So tell me, Mondego,
how did you ever become friends...
with that righteous little ponce, Edmond Dantes?
He claims to be my friend,
yet he has the audacity to keep secrets from me.
What secrets?
To the new captain of the Pharaon.
All I am I owe to you, Father.
May this happy moment be but the dawn...
of a long and wonderful life for you both.
- Which of you is Edmond Dantes? - I am.
Edmond Dantes,
you are under arrest by order of the magistrate of Marseilles.
- Arrest? - On what charges?
That information is privileged. Take him.
I demand an explanation. I demand an explanation!
I'll be back tonight. Don't worry, Father. This is a mistake.
Mon Dieu.
Well, I must say, Dantes, you don't have the look of a traitor.
Traitor?
Now, attend me well, Dantes, for your life may depend on it.
Did you have any personal contact with Napoleon when you were on Elba?
Elba, yes, I did. Well, we did.
I was with the
Count Mondego's son, Fernand, almost the entire time.
- Do you know Fernand? - He's a recent acquaintance, yes.
Oh, there you are. He'll vouch for me.
No doubt, but you said, 'almost the entire time.'
Except for when Napoleon asked...
me to deliver a personal letter to a friend in Marseilles.
Well, Dantes, it is for accepting that treasonous correspondence...
that you have been denounced by your own first mate, a Monsieur Danglars.
- What? - Did you deliver the letter?
No, sir, someone was supposed to find me.
It's-- It's still in my jacket. Here.
- Have you read this? - No, sir, I can't read.
Well, Dantes, this is a letter to one of Napoleon's agents.
It gives the times and...
the locations of the British beach patrols on Elba.
Sir, I swear on my mother's grave, I had no idea.
He swore its contents were innocent.
No, it's you that's innocent.
Foolish and innocent.
I believe these are...
the worst charges that could be leveled against you.
Fortunately, as I've intercepted this document, there's no harm done.
God knows how...
you're going to survive in this world, Edmond Dantes.
But you are no traitor.
You may go.
Thank you, sir.
Wait, uh, did Napoleon tell you who's supposed to pick up the letter?
Monsieur Clarion.
What name did you say?
Monsieur Clarion.
Have you mentioned this name to anyone else?
Monsieur Mondego or anyone?
No, sir, in fact, Monsieur Mondego knows nothing of this letter.
This is very dangerous information.
One can never be too careful in times like this.
- Don't you think? - Yes, sir.
Mm-hmm.
I've given you rather a stressful time.
I wonder if, by way of an apology, I could offer you my carriage home.
- It's just through here.
Thank you.
Monsieur Villefort? Monsieur Villefort?
Monsieur Villefort!
Whoa. Whoa!
Where are you taking me?
This is a mistake.
- I'm allowed to go home.
From now on, your home is the prison Chateau d'lf.
- No! No! No!
- Hey!
Shoot him now!
Mount up! Get after him!
Fernand! Fernand!
- Monsieur? - It's all right. He's right here. Fernand!
I've been arrested for treason. I barely managed to escape.
When we were on Elba, Napoleon gave me a letter.
I didn't tell you because he made me promise not to.
He said it was just some note to an old friend.
But the bastard lied to me! He lied.
It was to one of his agents.
Somehow the authorities found out. I don't know what to do.
There's gendarmes on horseback right behind me.
All right. We just have to think.
I hope I haven't compromised you.
I was hoping your father could help me.
He's in Paris. He's very ill.
- How far back are the gendarmes? - Minutes.
- Do you need money? - Yes, thank you.
- Do you have a pistol? - Of course not.
Good.
Stop it, Fernand. I don't have time for this.
I saw Napoleon give you that letter.
It was you?
Well, it wasn't just me. It was Danglars's idea.
Why didn't you come to me first?
Why did you keep it a secret from me? I thought you were my friend.
I told you I gave Napoleon my word. He lied to me!
I know, Edmond. I read the letter.
You-- You read--
Why are you doing this?
Oh, it's complicated.
Complicated.
Don't be ridiculous.
- Get out of my way. - I can't let you go, Edmond.
Get away from the window.
Don't make me take off your hand!
Why? In God's name, why?
- Because you're the son of a clerk!
And I'm not supposed to want to be you.
- In here! - In here!
- Get! - Wait.
- Hold it. Hold it.
To remember better days.
Come on!
I told you it wasn't always going to be this way, Edmond.
Father! Where is he?
The study. What's he done now?
Now, you listen to me, Father.
I am the chief magistrate, an official of the new regime.
I cannot afford to have my own father mixed up in treasonous affairs!
You know--
In the end, treason is a matter of dates.
I shall be the patriot, and you the traitor, when the emperor returns.
Stop it. Stop it, you old ruin.
Those days are over.
Napoleon Bonaparte is no longer the emperor of anything.
If you continue...
to dabble in this lunacy, you run an excellent chance...
of being arrested and ruining...
our entire family all because of your idiotic sympathies.
At least I have sympathies.
For God's sake, Father, all Valentina is saying...
is that as a family our fates are intertwined.
- Surely you can see that. - See? Ah!
I'm an old ruin.
I don't see as well as I did. You will excuse me.
- Move it.
Move.
Welcome, Monsieur Dantes.
I am Armand Dorleac, the warden of Chateau d'lf.
Monsieur, I know you must hear this a great deal,
- but I assure you I am innocent.
Everyone must say that, I know, but I truly am.
- Innocent. - Yes.
I know. I really do know.
- You mock me? - No, my dear Dantes.
I know perfectly well...
that you are innocent. Why else would you be here?
- If you were truly guilty,
there are a hundred prisons in France where they would lock you away,
but Chateau d'lf is where they put the ones they're ashamed of.
Let's have a look at your quarters now, shall we?
'God will give me justice.'
People are always trying to motivate themselves.
Or they keep calendars, but soon they lose interest or they die.
- There's a window.
All I'm left with is a rather unsightly wall, I'm afraid.
So I conceived of another way to help our prisoners keep track of time.
Every year, on the anniversary of their imprisonment,
we hurt them.
Usually just a simple beating really.
Although, on their first day here, in your case, today,
I like to do something rather special.
And if you're thinking just now,
'Why me, O God?'
- the answer is, God has nothing to do with it. - All right?
In fact, God is never in France this time of year.
God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.
All right.
Let's make a bargain, shall we?
You ask God for help, and I'll stop the moment he shows up.
Monsieur Villefort, have you not heard?
- Napoleon has escaped from Elba! - What?
Landed 100 miles from here. He marches on Paris!
Pack all my files. And tell that idiot clerk to find the ledger!
We are here to plead the case of Edmond Dantes, Magistrate.
Not now! Dantes?
We have not met, monsieur. I am Fernand Mondego, the son of Count Mondego.
I am here to swear to Edmond Dantes's innocence.
This is his employer,
Monsieur Morell, his father, and his fiancee, Mercedes.
Edmond Dantes is charged with high treason.
- Yet you stand by him? - Of course I do.
What if I was to tell you that Dantes is also charged with murder?
- Murder? - Edmond would never do such a thing.
Dantes carried a letter from Napoleon to one of his agents.
When we tried to arrest him, he killed one of my men.
No, if you knew him, monsieur, you would know that was not possible.
Have mercy, please.
You have proof of this treason?
That is government business.
Please. Please, just tell us where he is.
I cannot, mademoiselle. He was handed over to the king's men.
I can understand your pain at this betrayal.
But my advice to all of you would be to forget Edmond Dantes,
particularly you, mademoiselle.
Take solace in the comfort of your good friend here...
and perhaps some good may yet come of this unhappy affair.
Now, you will excuse me. I have to attend some other matters.
My son is no traitor!
I will try to reason with him.
- Let's leave this to Fernand. He can plead the case. - It's impossible. Never.
I will not give up on Edmond yet.
I will never forget your kindness.
And I shall never cease to give it.
Not that I don't appreciate the embroidery of the crimes,
but still, murder?
It's quite simple really.
When you reported Dantes's receiving the letter to me,
I didn't quite understand why you were betraying him,
but now having seen his exquisite fiancee, I understand completely.
What prompts you to be so accommodating?
Sit down, Mondego.
Come back!
What's my crime? What's my crime?
I'm innocent!
Happy anniversary, Dantes.
Until next year.
Has it really been four years, Delius?
- Or Danton? What is his name again?
Forgive my intrusion.
But I was under the impression that l--
I was digging toward the outer wall.
Parlez-vous anglais?
Italiano?
I am Abbe Faria. I have been a prisoner in Chateau d'lf for 11 years.
Five which have been spent...
digging this tunnel.
There are 72,519 stones...
in my walls.
I've counted them many times.
But have you named them yet?
- Shh, shh.
Shh, shh.
Once I was as you are now.
But I promise, it will pass.
I promise, I promise.
Now, may I stand on your shoulders?
Take me down.
Please, take me down now. Take me down.
I have not seen the sky these 11 years. Thank you.
Thank you, God.
There is no talk of God in here, priest.
What about the... inscription?
It's faded, just as God has faded from my heart.
- And what has replaced it? - Revenge.
Hold these.
Follow me.
Perhaps your thoughts of revenge...
are serving God's purpose of keeping you alive...
these seven years.
- To what end? - Escape.
There we go.
You spoke of escape.
Yeah.
There are only two possibilities of reaching the outer wall...
and finally the sea.
I simply-- I simply chose the wrong one.
Now, of course, with two of us,
we could dig in the opposite direction.
With both of us together, then,
of course, we could possibly do it in, oh, eight years.
Oh, does something else demand your time?
Some pressing appointment, perhaps?
In return... for your help,
I offer something priceless.
My freedom?
No, freedom can be taken away,
as you well know.
I offer knowledge, everything I have learned.
I will teach you, oh, economics, mathematics,
- philosophy, science. - To read and write?
Of course.
When do we start?
I got it. I got it.
Lights out. Lights.
Let's have 'em. Come on.
The slot opens twice a day.
Once for your toilet bucket, which is where we hide the dirt.
Come on.
And once in the evening for your plate.
Lights out. Out.
Come on, priest.
Thank you.
Between those times we can work all day without fear of discovery.
'So neglect becomes...
our ally.'
Excellent.
So you were in Napoleon's army.
We had such dreams then.
However, one night...
my regiment ran down...
a band of guerrillas,
who ran into a church for sanctuary.
I was ordered to burn... down the church...
with them inside it.
Did you?
To my everlasting shame, I did.
I did.
How did you come to be here?
The following day I deserted...
to devote my life to repentance...
and to God.
I worked as private secretary to...
the enormously wealthy Count Enrique Spada.
Spada was a righteous man.
Sadly, a couple of years later, he died...
amidst rumors that he had hidden his limitless fortune.
- Two weeks later, I was arrested. - Why?
Napoleon wanted Spada's treasure.
He did not believe that I had no idea where it was.
So he had me thrown in here to refresh my memory.
And so here I've remained with only God...
for company until he sent me you.
God is no more real than your treasure, priest.
Perhaps.
- Ooh! Hurry. Get it.
Compute this.
2,500 cubic centimeters of rock and dust a day...
for 365 days.
Equals three-and-a-half meters a year,
12 feet, a foot a month.
Three inches a week.
In Italian.
Do not waste the light.
You were a soldier, priest.
So you know weaponry.
Teach me.
Or dig alone.
You force me to walk a fine line, Dantes.
This is ridiculous.
The stronger swordsman does not necessarily win.
It is speed!
Speed of hand.
Speed of mind.
Now, sweep your hand through the drops...
without getting wet.
Like this.
How long must I keep this up?
I am going down the tunnel.
Parry. Up.
Like that.
Time to study.
Define economics.
Economics is the science that deals with the production,
distribution and consumption of commodities.
Translation.
Dig first, money later.
Thank you. Happy Christmas, Edmond.
Give or take a month or so.
Good. Whom are you fighting? Danglars? Mondego?
Who do you think?
Good! Too good.
We have Newton's third law.
There is a reaction to every action...
in physics... and in man.
Thus my quest for vengeance...
is a reaction to the actions of Danglars and Mondego.
Up, up.
I want that seat.
You once told me that Villefort had you rearrested just after...
he had cleared you of all the charges.
You may go.
Yes, that's true.
Then why would he go through that charade...
unless he had reason to change his mind about letting you go?
- Think, Edmond. - I'm trying.
- What happened? - He asked me--
Did Napoleon tell you who was supposed to pick up this letter?
- I told him-- - A Monsieur Clarion.
- And nothing more?
Nothing. He burnt the letter and said I could go.
Ah.
He burned... the letter.
Yes.
Strange that a chief magistrate would burn evidence...
of a treasonous conspiracy...
and then imprison the only man...
who was aware of Monsieur Clarion's connection...
to that conspiracy.
- He was protecting someone. - Ah.
- A dear friend perhaps? - No. No.
A politician like Villefort would have rid himself of such friends.
Clarion could be a relative.
A close relative, possibly--
No!
Villefort's father was a colonel in Napoleon's army.
Villefort wasn't protecting Clarion.
He was protecting himself.
Danglars, who falsely said he saw Napoleon give me that letter.
Mondego, who told Villefort I had it.
And Villefort himself, who sent me here.
Bravo, Edmond, bravo.
Oh, my God. Oh, oh.
Oh.
Edmond, light. Light. Quick. Light.
Oh, please, God. What is that? Look.
Look. Look! Roots. Plant roots.
If these are plant roots, then we are only months away.
Yes. Well done, priest. I'll get my chisel.
Good. Good.
Priest!
In God's name, go on.
- Go on. Go on!
Lungs... are punctured.
- Don't talk. Don't talk. - Listen.
There's not much time.
Under th-those books,
there's loose rocks.
Bring me what you find.
Quickly, quickly.
Open it.
When I told them I did not know...
where the treasure of Spada was, I lied.
You lied?
I'm a priest, not a saint.
There,
on that island off the Italian coast.
- Monte Cristo? - Yes, yes.
Use-- Use your head.
- Follow the clues. - The tunnel's blocked. I can't escape.
No, keep digging.
When you escape, use it for good, only for good.
No, I will surely use it for my revenge.
Here now is your final lesson.
Do not commit--
Oh. Do not commit the crime...
for which you now serve the sentence.
God said, 'Vengeance is mine.'
I don't believe in God.
That doesn't matter.
He believes in you.
Priest?
Plates out.
Let's have it.
Oh.
Oh, God.
- He's always awake.
First time in 12 years he hasn't said 'thank you.'
- Dead. - How?
Fell off his bed, didn't he?
- He's a bit dirty, isn't he? - They all are.
Well, let's sew him up...
and then see Dorleac.
One, two, three.
Right, let's get Dorleac.
- Why'd you lock it? He's not going anywhere.
I don't know. Habit, I suppose.
Good-bye, priest.
You're free now,
as I will never be.
So the old Pope has finally gone to St. Peter's.
Well, bring him along.
- Let's bury him, then. - You ready?
One. That's it.
- Keep going. - Come on, Come on. I haven't got all day.
Actually, I do.
I've got--
I've got all the time in the world!
Come on.
Monsieur Dorleac!
Heavenly Father, we bequeath to you...
these remains of your humble servant.
Whatever his name was.
God, I'm so bored.
Monsieur Dorleac!
Did he, in fact, have a map?
No, gov.
Where's the, uh--
Stop!
Monsieur Dorleac!
What do you mean, after three? We throw him at three or before three?
- After three. - One... two...
- Monsieur Dorleac! - and th--
- Don't, Mr. Dorleac! - One...
- two... - Don't throw the body over the cliff!.
- Aah! - three!
We could have handled that a bit better.
Thank you, priest.
Thank you.
So, mi amice,
I would ask who you are, but in view of your shredded clothes...
and the fact that the Chateau d'lf is two miles away,
what's the point?
As for me, I am Luigi Vampa, a smuggler and a thief.
My men and I have come...
to this island to bury alive one of our number...
who attempted to keep some stolen gold for himself...
instead of, uh, sharing it with his comrades.
Interestingly enough, there are some of his more loyal friends...
who are insisting that I grant him mercy,
which, of course, I cannot do,
for I would quickly lose control of the whole crew.
- That's why you are such a fortunate find. - Why is that?
You provide me with a way to show a little mercy to Jacopo,
that maggot you see tied up over there,
while, at the same time, not appearing weak.
And as a special treat, the lads will get to see a little sport as well.
How do I accomplish all this?
We watch you and Jacopo fight to the death.
If Jacopo wins, we welcome him back to the crew.
If you win, I have given Jacopo the chance to live,
even if he did not take advantage of it,
and you can take his place on the boat.
What if I win, and I don't want to be a smuggler?
Then we slit your throat, and we're a bit shorthanded.
I find that smuggling is the life for me...
and would be delighted to kill your friend, the maggot.
Oh, uh, by the way, Jacopo is the best knife fighter I've ever seen.
Perhaps you should get out more.
Release Jacopo and give him back his knife.
Then we let the games begin.
- Get up, maggot.
- Come on, Come on!
As you hope to live, do not move an eyelash.
Senor Vampa, allow Jacopo to live.
He's already suffered enough with the prospect of being buried alive.
The men that wanted to see some sport have seen it.
Those who wanted mercy for Jacopo will get it.
And by keeping me and Jacopo,
you will have yet another skilled sailor and fighter for your crew.
It's a deal.
- What is his name? - You've got the devil, Jacopo!
His name? We shall call him Zatarra.
- Sounds fearsome. - It means driftwood.
I swear on my dead relatives,
even on the ones that are not feeling too good,
I am your man forever.
I know.
Eyes in the back of your head.
Have you never seen Marseilles before?
It was my home.
But you do not join the others ashore.
- Over here! - Listen to me, Zatarra.
Whatever happened to you,
you cannot make it right by staying here on this boat.
Go. It's up to you.
'We are kings or pawns,' a man once said.
Si. Who told you this?
Napoleon Bonaparte.
Bonaparte?
Oh, Zatarra, the stories you tell.
Someday I may come to find you.
A man is always in need of a good friend.
Truly.
Danglars, what's happened?
Captain Reynaud is dead, sir, and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.
Zatarra, are you all right?
Everything's changed.
I want you to buy a boat, just something the two of us can handle.
Wait for me to return. I make my next visit alone.
Is-- Is this the home of Monsieur Morell?
My grandfather isn't well, monsieur.
Even if he were,
he would not receive visitors at 11:00 in the evening.
Perhaps he might make an exception...
for a man who is seeking E-Edmond Dantes.
I apologize for the hour.
Old people never sleep. Sit down, sit down.
- Julianne, some sherry.
So, Monsieur Zatarra,
you were a friend of Edmond?
- Monsieur Morell? - Yes?
You knew... Edmond also?
Like a son.
I was hoping you could tell me where to find his family.
Unfortunately, his father hanged himself...
after learning of Edmond's treason.
I see.
And...
this... treason you speak of--
- Who accused him? - Who knows?
Monsieur Villefort, the man who had Edmond arrested,
left for Paris soon after to take up the post...
of chief prosecutor.
Of course, the shock of his father's violent murder...
may also have spurred his departure.
They were strange times.
You seem to have fallen on difficult times yourself, sir.
After Edmond's death, I reluctantly took on a partner.
- One of my captains.
And then one day, Danglars forced me out.
My fate is nothing compared to Edmond's.
Perhaps your luck is about to change.
I shall search out Edmond's fiancee.
You mean the Countess Mondego?
- Countess? - Yes.
A month after poor Edmond was arrested,
Mercedes wed his best friend.
- Fernand. - Yes, that's right.
And with the death of his father and brother in the war,
Fernand became Count Mondego.
They live in Paris now.
Count and Countess Mondego.
Are you all right?
Yes. I must go.
- I'm sorry I was not more helpful. - Oh, no.
You told me what I needed to know.
Edmond Dantes is dead.
Zatarra. Zatarra, you will be so proud of me.
I found a nice little skiff. We couldn't afford a sloop.
Got a really good deal. Za-Zatarra?