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.

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.

- Edmond, come on!

- We mean no harm!

- Edmond!

Come on! Climb!

Look out!

Fernand!

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.

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.

As long as you're still awake,

Monsieur Dantes...

I wonder if I might have

a word with you.

Oh, it's just something

we've done since childhood.

Um, 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.

And 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.

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?

you can feel death.

Kings and pawns, Marchand.

Emperors and fools.

Come about! Come about!

Drive faster.

Danglars, what's happened?

Captain Reynaud is dead, sir...

and Edmond Dantes

disobeyed my orders.

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.

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 little kids

and Edmond got that whistle for his

birthday, and you got a pony?

Well, you were so mad that Edmond

was happier with his whistle

than you were with your pony.

And I'm not going to be

your next whistle.

How long do you think it's gonna 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.

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