The Count of Monte Cristo

I wish to report, sir,

a small boat met the Pharaon, three leagues off the island.

I delivered the letter into the hands of Captain Leclere.

They say the king is prepared for war.

So is the emperor.

Maintain the pump and gather oil!

Aye, aye!

Man the main topsail!

Man the topsail!

Here, Captain, take these.

No. No more pills.

Will I reach port as captain or...

...fish bait?

- Well, sir, your fever, uh... - Yes, I know I have a fever.

- Where's Dantes? - He's coming, sir.

Standby to carry the deck cargo!

That cargo? It's worth 12,051 francs and 30 cents!

What good is it if the ship goes down?

If Captain Leclere was on that, the ship wouldn't go down!

And as long as I'm super-cargo on this ship...

You'll stay off the quarterdeck!

Captain Leclere wants to see you.

The doctor said to come at once!

He thinks I'm going to die.

For the first time in 20 years, he's right.

No, he isn't, sir.

You wouldn't leave me in command for the first time

with a storm like this on my hands, now, would you?

The old ship knows your hand on the wheel.

She'll obey you.

But he wants to throw the deck cargo overboard!

Can't be two captains on one ship, Danglars.

I want to talk to Dantes alone.

I'm giving my last command as captain.

Deliver this to a man you will see.

He's expecting the captain of the Pharaon

to bring it to him.

But who is he, sir? There's... There's no address.

He'll make himself known to you by one word:

Elba.

Elba?

Sounds pretty heavy. How is it up there?

Blowing up for a hurricane, sir.

There!

King's magistrate's not so hungry this morning.

The guillotine will send him only 10 heads for breakfast.

They've done nothing to deserve having their heads chopped off.

Nothing except love their exiled emperor

who always protected 'em.

Watch your mouth.

They'll have your head in the basket, too.

Find out what that's about.

The Pharaon's been sighted. She's coming in now.

See? I told you heaven was with our cause.

Very soon, gentlemen, every loyal follower of Napoleon

will be able to raise his head once more.

Will you meet the ship and contact Leclere?

Oh! Oh, no!

The... the king's magistrate might meet the ship, too.

I can't afford to have him catch sight of me, can I?

No, no, I must remain in hiding here

until after sunset.

Stop right here, Marcel.

You may enjoy mingling with these fishwives. I don't.

I'll wait for you in Fernand's office.

You may run along to this sailor.

- But without my consent. - Yes, Mother.

Clear up the main and mizzen royals!

Steady as she goes.

Leclere dead?

Excuse me.

Good morning, Mr. Morrel.

Good morning, Mme de Rosas. I thought you'd be here.

- That is the Pharaon, isn't it? - Yes.

What can a mother do with a daughter? Nothing!

You're an official.

You've got to stop this sailor business.

Can't you refuse to have the Pharaon enter the harbor?

Send it to another port? Have it sink? Or something.

I'm collector of customs, not ruler of the sea.

Well, it's a custom I'm talking about, a bad custom!

A lady in love with a sailor.

It's merely a young girl's infatuation.

She sees a hero in Dantes.

And what does she see in you?

A man who protests loudly that he loves her

and does nothing about it.

The Pharaon is flying the captain's pennant

at half-mast.

That means Leclere is dead.

He was ill before he left.

I was afraid he wouldn't last out the voyage.

Well, what about the letter?

We arranged before he sailed if he got worse

to transfer the letter to his first mate.

And that's a man name, uh, Dantes.

Well, well, well, whatever his name is,

keep a close eye on him and let me know

when he gets to a place where it'll be safe

for me to meet him.

Thank you, Edmond,

for bringing the ship safely home.

- I wish Captain Leclere hadn't... - He died at sea.

- A sailor doesn't ask for more. - No, sir.

- You stopped off Elba? - Yes, sir.

There was a letter?

Why? What do you know about it?

What do you know about it?

Nothing, sir, except that Captain Leclere

gave it to me to deliver to some man.

He said he'd make himself known to me.

Let him find you, Edmond.

Marseilles is full of the king's spies.

Well, that hardly concerns me, does it, sir?

I'm only carrying out the captain's orders.

Would you like to go over the log with me?

While you keep the most beautiful lady in Marseilles

waiting on the dock?

On the dock?

I'll be here when you come back, Captain Dantes.

- Captain? - Yes, Captain Dantes.

From now on, you're in command of the Pharaon.

Oh, sir!

You keep that enthusiasm for her.

Yes, sir.

I was afraid that... that...

That I had forgotten you?

Yes.

You really ought to, you know?

What if I can't?

Well, I think something ought to be done about it.

What are you going to do?

Well, I...

I'm gonna kiss you again.

But I want you to interrupt them.

Embracing in front of the whole city.

Good morning, Mercedes.

Oh, Fernand.

You know Captain Dantes, Mssr de Mondego?

- Yes. - Oh, naturally.

One o'clock, Edmond.

One o'clock.

Good morning, sir.

Your mother couldn't possibly understand

this fascination for you.

- Never. - But I can.

I knew you would.

Up to a certain point, but not marriage.

Why not?

- Well, he has no family... - I'll give him one.

Fernand, I've been warned, scolded, threatened,

until I'm blue in the face.

I don't care about duty, social position,

or what people say.

There are only two things that really matter:

a man and a woman.

And Dantes is your man?

- Yes. - I shan't say another word.

I shouldn't have spoken at all had your mother not insisted.

I shall forget everything you've said.

I'm sure you will.

Goodbye.

I shall never forgive you.

Well, Fernand, I hope you've made her see the light.

Clearer than ever.

I'm afraid I...

We'll get you some wooden shoes and a bucket of fish.

Then you'll be in style.

Danglars, one of my own men, gave me the information.

Dantes has the letter with him now.

Follow this Edmond Dantes.

Watch him, but don't arrest him

till he delivers the letter to his confederate, whoever he is,

then seize them both and bring them here.

Here's your warrant.

Yes, Mssr. Magistrate.

Well, Mondego,

in exposing this spy,

you've done a great service to your king.

And to you, De Villefort.

And to Mme. De Rosas.

Merely what any friend would do

to save her from what we might call an appalling marriage.

What brings you here?

I seek a golden treasure, valuable above price.

Not so easy to obtain, Mssr. Pirate.

First you must make formal demand,

because the custom of my country is the same as that of others.

Is it a proposal you want?

Yes, and a formal one.

Well,

- I Edmond Dantes... - Yes?

Ask that...

I'm wrecked!

Coward!

The pirate's sunk. I can't make the land.

Stuck on the reef of formality.

Yes.

But if you'll come aloft with me...

Aloft?