The Count of Monte Cristo

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 1: 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, I-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, I, 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 I, 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.