The Count of Monte Cristo Page #2

- 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 any more.

- 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...

Ever.

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.

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.

H-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...

- What?

- Now, did you deliver the letter?

It's... It's still in my jacket. Here.

- Have you read this?

- No, sir, l-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 levelled 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?

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