The Count of Monte Cristo Page #3

Monsieur Clarion.

What... 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!

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.

Uh, somehow the authorities found out.

I don't... 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.

Well, 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

gonna be this way, Edmond.

Father!

- Where is he?

- The study.

- Wh-What's he done now?

- Now, you listen to me, Father.

And I cannot afford to have my own

father mixed up in treasonous affairs!

You know...

in the end,

treason is a matter of dates.

And 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

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