♪ ♪ EDMOND: I was falsely accused.

I am an innocent man.

Please, sir, please, please... ♪ ♪ MORREL: Edmond Dantès.

You said you would look into it.

Oh, dear-- he died.

(weeping) I am the Abbé Faria.

I need you to help in our escape.

It's a map of the island of Monte Cristo, where a great treasure is hidden.

Find it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily, insects chirping) ♪ ♪ (horse neighing) (horses galloping) (hoofbeats fading) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (people calling in distance) ♪ ♪ (man calling in distance) (hinges creak) (doors and objects clattering) (Edmond exclaims softly) ♪ ♪ (people talking in distance) ♪ ♪ (grunts) (panting) ♪ ♪ (voices approaching, Edmond gasps) (panting) (voices approaching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (gulls squawking) (church bells ringing) Excuse me.

There was a man named Louis Dantès.

Does he still live here?

He died many years ago.

When did he die?

Five, six years ago?

Do you know where he's buried?

St.

Augustine's.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (talking softly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ See?

Louis Dantès.

Died of grief, 1825.

And there next to him is his son, Edmond Dantès.

He died ten years before the father.

Shame, isn't it?

♪ ♪ (gulls squawking) (calling): Good day to you, sir.

You live here?

I do, yes.

A, a woman once lived here who mended nets.

Do you know where she is now?

Her name is Mercedes.

She's long gone.

Gone where?

She married and moved to Paris.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (chains rattling) Hey, stop!

Halt!

MAN: Go after him!

(musket butt hits, Jacopo grunts, yelps) (struggling) (butt hits, Jacopo grunts) (Edmond and officer grunting) (Jacopo gasping) (weakly): Free me-- free me, my friend!

(whispers): All right.

Yeah.

All right.

(softly): Hey.

Go that way.

♪ ♪ Get away from me.

Hey, you go, go that way.

Are you mad?

Go now, while it's clear.

Why are you running from them?

You'd be better off without me.

Go, while you have a chance.

(horse neighs) (wagon rattling) I knew I should stick with you.

Where are you from?

Talamone.

What's an Italian doing in Marseille?

Smuggling.

Smuggling what?

Wine, brandy.

They catch us on the beach with the crates of the stuff.

Now I don't know what to do about the boat and the mute-- I know (muted) about sailing.

What mute?

My nephew-- we left him guarding the boat.

(horse neighs) Where is this boat?

Anchored off a cove down the coast.

♪ ♪ (gulls squawking) JACOPO (calling): Ettore!

Ettore!

It's me!

Don't shoot, you idiot!

Put the musket down!

It's me!

We were arrested, all of us.

I escaped with the help of my friend here.

He will sail us home.

EDMOND: Jacopo tells me you know how to work the sails.

You can trust him-- he saved my life.

What's he saying?

He said you look more like a farmer than a sailor.

Well, we'll see about that.

♪ ♪ JACOPO: What are you?

Who are you?

I am Sinbad the sailor.

♪ ♪ The previous helmsman.

Did he have maps, charts?

A compass?

They are below.

Bring them to me.

♪ ♪ I don't see the land.

The wind's changed direction.

Where are we?

About ten leagues from the island of Monte Cristo.

Monte Cristo is far from Talamone!

Why not go straight?

There's weather coming in.

Weather?

We'll put in at the island, let it blow over, and then we'll head across to Talamone.

Are you crazy?

The weather?

What weather?

It's a beautiful day.

EDMOND: You want to take over sailing the boat?

Go ahead, take over!

♪ ♪ EDMOND: Have you put in here before?

JACOPO: A few times.

There's a landmark on the island called Rabbit Rock.

Do you know it?

Never heard of it.

Collect some wood for a fire.

I'm going to go find us a goat for dinner.

I'll come with you.

No, no, no, you stay here with the mute.

Watch the tartan-- we don't want smugglers commandeering it.

(gulls squawking) ♪ ♪ (whispering): 28, 29, 30, 31.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales heavily) (panting): Rabbit-- Rabbit.

Where is it, Abbé?

Where is it, huh?

(shouting): Tell me!

(shout echoing) (whispering): 60, 60 paces.

(scraping ground) 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36... (sighs) JACOPO: What are you doing, man?

You need a compass to catch a goat?

I was just orientating myself.

The weather is good-- we sail.

Come.

Ettore!

We're leaving-- we're leaving.

He didn't get any goat.

You go.

JACOPO: We want to go home now.

Yeah, get in the boat, please.

Get in the boat!

♪ ♪ JACOPO: What is it?

What do you see?

♪ ♪ Sinbad!

What are you looking at?

When we get to Talamone, what, what happens to this boat?

We deliver it to my uncle.

It belongs to him.

♪ ♪ (laughing and talking) You like the food?

The fish is very good.

Tomorrow we go catch more.

You have a boat?

A small one-- that one, red sailboat.

My sister, Arianna, she has made a bed for you in the house.

Eh?

It's very kind of you, but I think I'll sleep outside, if you don't mind.

You don't like my sister?

I like looking at the stars.

You're a funny man, Sinbad.

Funny man.

Antonio!

Play for us!

(accordion playing lively tune) (clapping along) (all exclaiming) (accordion continues) (accordion continues) (audio fades) ♪ ♪ ABBÉ: It's a map of the island of Monte Cristo of where a great treasure hoard is hidden.

I believe it is still there.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JACOPO: What?

What... (shouts): Sinbad!

(panting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (panting) (straining) (grunts) (panting heavily) (grunts) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (exhales) (laughs) (chest contents rattle) (panting) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (whispers): God bless you, Abbé Faria.

(panting) (gulls squawking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door creaking) ♪ ♪ (shutter creaks, latches) Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

When was your last confession?

15 years.

You must have committed many sins in that time.

Do you wish to confess them?

I fear I have forsaken God.

And have you?

I wish to avenge myself for a grave injury that befell me.

What was done to you, my son?

I was robbed of 15 years of my life.

The only woman I ever loved was taken from me in that time.

And now I want revenge.

My son, you need to forgive whoever did this to you.

If you do not, you will enter the gates of hell, where you will be consumed by perpetual fire.

Do you wish to be absolved of your sins, my son?

I want justice.

That is all I want.

God grants justice, not man.

And what if he doesn't grant it to me?

Then Providence will provide it.

And if it doesn't, who will?

If God cannot grant me justice, nor Providence, then surely I must achieve it by my own means.

No.

Promise me in God's name and the name of his son that you will never do these things that you are contemplating.

You must forgive, my son, for without forgiveness, you'll never find love again.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Jacopo!

This arrived for you at the post office yesterday.

You're sure it's for me?

Has your name on it.

You know I can't read.

(clears throat) "Dear Jacopo, "I've bought two big fishing boats for your family, "and I've authorized a notary "to buy three houses for you and your brothers.

"But you, in exchange, have to come to Marseille.

"Book into the Hotel le Pinson outside the city.

"I'll see you there at noon on the last day of the month.

"Come dressed as a gentleman.

Sinbad."

What else is in there?

Just paper.

Thank you.

(murmurs) (chuckling) ♪ ♪ Cocles, is that you?

To whom do I have the pleasure?

Monsieur Lavitt.

I, uh, I did some business with Morrel and Son many years ago.

I, I read in a newspaper that Morrel and Sons is up for sale.

Do you know the reason for this?

Things aren't going well, for Monsieur Morrel, are they?

You could say that.

His warehouse is almost empty.

To what extent is he in debt?

I don't think I'm at liberty to divulge that, sir.

♪ ♪ Does Monsieur Morrel still have the Pharaon?

No, it sunk, along with his other two ships.

And the crew?

Did they go down with the ship?

Fortunately, they were saved.

I wish I could say the same for the crews of the other two ships.

♪ ♪ (softly): Hm.

(people talking in background) Sinbad.

Jacopo.

Good to see you back in Marseille.

(chuckles) I'm so glad you came.

How could I not?

How could I not?

(chuckles): Sit.

Tea for me, please.

(sighs): The fishing boats, the houses... How can I thank you enough?

The pleasure is mine.

But I, I have to ask: how did you do it?

I went through a notary.

(laughing): No!

You're a funny man.

No, I, I mean... (lowering voice): How did you come into so much money?

Oh, that-- no, no, no.

I, uh, I received an inheritance.

A very handsome one.

(laughs) Jacopo, I need your help.

For you, I do anything, my friend.

I want you to work for me.

Some of the things I will require of you could place your life in danger.

(softly): You are planning a robbery?

Not exactly.

What I am going to tell you now must remain between us and us alone for the remainder of your life-- is that clear?

Very clear.

What if I told you there is a graveyard not far from here with a headstone, and on that headstone is written my name and the year of my death, 1815?

That is strange-- very strange.

What the name is on the headstone?

Edmond Dantès.

I was born here, in Marseille.

And for the last 15 years, I have been in prison for a crime I didn't commit.

I need your help because I intend on finding out why.

And when I do, I'm going to punish those people responsible.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (inhales deeply) ♪ ♪ Well?

Villefort doesn't work here anymore.

He's chief prosecutor in Paris now.

The higher they rise, the further they fall.

What about the archives?

Oh, I can break in there easy.

Well, we'll do it tomorrow.

There is a problem, sir.

A big problem.

What?

I can't read or write.

But I can get you in, and you can find the file.

At the risk of sounding ruthless, if I were caught breaking into this building, my life would be over.

I'm sorry, sir.

Maybe there's another way.

♪ ♪ (men talking indistinctly) Monsieur Garnier?

Yes?

You're in charge of the archives here, I believe.

What can I do for you?

My name is Monsieur Dupont.

I am ch... deputy editor of the "Journal de Paris."

We are doing an article on political prisoners circa 1820, and we came across this intriguing story of a prisoner who was detained without trial at the Castle d'If.

Um, a man by the name Edmond Dantès.

I know of him.

I wonder if you would be so kind as to let me have a look at his prison records, uh, charge sheets-- whatever documents you have pertaining his internment.

I can't do that.

Prisoner files are classified.

Then Monsieur Villefort was wrong.

Did you say Villefort?

Yes.

He told me you would go out of your way to help me, but it seems he was mistaken.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

And mine, yeah.

I came all the way from Paris for nothing.

(footsteps retreating) Wait.

I, I'm sure we can... How is Monsieur Villefort these days?

Busy, as you can imagine.

He is chief prosecutor of Paris, after all.

I know-- he's done very well for himself.

I knew him from when he was a young man.

Come, Monsieur Dupont, let us go through and find this file on Dantès.

D, DA, DAN-- ah, yes.

♪ ♪ When I first started working here, a shipping company owner kept coming and pestering me to look at the same file you have in your hand.

I never let him, of course.

What was his name?

Morrel-- a Bonapartist, by all accounts.

He seemed convinced that Dantès was an innocent man.

(chuckles): Ah!

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Some tea-- coffee?

No, thanks.

I'll, uh... I'll bring this back as soon as I'm done.

And, when I return to Paris, I'll put in a good word for you with Monsieur Villefort.

Thank you, Monsieur Dupont, um... It is much appreciated.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ EDMOND: "The honorable the king's attorney "is hereby informed that "Edmond Dantès of the ship the Pharaon "arrived this morning from the East, "having touched off at the island of Elba, "where he was entrusted with a letter "from the usurper Napoleon, "with instructions to deliver it to a Bonapartist committee "in Paris.

"As proof, "look for the letter either on his person or in his home."

♪ ♪ (whispering): Caderousse.

♪ ♪ (case opens) (case closes) ♪ ♪ You've been very helpful, Monsieur Garnier.

My pleasure, Monsieur Dupont.

Good day to you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Taverne Caderousse.

(carriage stops) Do you have the pistols?

Yeah, I have one of them.

Keep it handy.

Are you sure this is wise, Edmond?

Never call me Edmond again.

From now on, I am the Count of Monte Cristo, do you understand?

I understand.

♪ ♪ MAN: Can I help you, gentlemen?

Where's Caderousse?

Caderousse?

He is no longer here.

He sold this place to me four years ago.

Where can I find him?

MAN: I believe he bought a small inn on the road to Pont du Gard.

(horse snorting) EDMOND: You check the back door.

(insects buzzing, birds chirping) Anybody here?

CADEROUSSE (faintly): Yes, yes, I'll be down in a moment.

Oh!

How can I be of service, monsieur?

I have something for you.

I want you to look at me and tell me if you recognize me.

(Edmond takes letter) I am Edmond Dantès.

♪ ♪ I beg you, please don't kill me.

Sit there.

Did you write this letter?

I swear by Almighty God I did not.

Do you know who did?

Yes.

Who?

If I tell you, they'll kill me.

Well, if you don't tell me, I'll kill you.

Or my friend here will.

Let's just kill him anyway.

(whimpers): Wait.

Who?

(breath trembling) There were two of them.

Thought you were dead, Edmond.

I want their names, Caderousse.

CADEROUSSE: Danglars and Fernand, the Catalan.

(scoffs softly) I was very angry with them, Edmond.

I told them you were a fine young man, that it was all lies.

(softly): You're accusing him of being a Bonapartist!

So you saw them write it and did nothing to stop them.

You did nothing to stop an innocent man being arrested on a falsehood.

(voice rising): A young man who almost withered to death in the dungeons of the Castle d'If for 15 long years!

(softly): My God.

Right.

And now you're going to pay for it.

No, no, wait, but... What would you do if you were in my shoes?

I would gouge out his eyes, then, to stop him screaming, cut out his tongue.

(whimpering): Oh, God, what is wrong with you?

(stammering): No, no, Edmond, listen to me.

You know your father passed away?

What of it?

No.

I looked after him until the day he died.

(drawer opens) Here.

You see?

I'm not lying.

(panting) He used the money in it to live off.

Yeah.

When it ran out, I would help him, bring him food-- me and Monsieur Morrel.

He never got over the loss of you.

Danglars and Fernand?

Yes.

Danglars I can understand, but F... Fernand?

It doesn't make any sense.

You don't know, do you?

Know what?

Fernand married Mercedes.

(no dialogue) ♪ ♪ I'm sorry, Edmond.

♪ ♪ (breathing slowly, footsteps retreating) (insects chirping) ♪ ♪ (chirping gets louder) (chirping gets louder) (exhales, chirping fades) What do you think, Jacopo?

Do you think this man can redeem himself?

There I draw a line.

No, but I can.

I can, I can redeem myself-- I will.

Do you truly want to redeem yourself, Caderousse, or is this just fear speaking?

You do not know how long I've lived under the shadow of this guilt.

I will do anything you ask.

Sit.

Where are Fernand and Danglars now?

They live in Paris.

Danglars is a banker, a very successful one, and Fernand, would you believe it, is a politician.

They're both very powerful men.

Fernand, Fernand even has a title now.

He's known as the Count de Morcerf.

Caderousse, how would you like to enter the service of the Count of Monte Cristo?

Uh, yeah, all right.

Who's the, who's the Count of Monte Cristo?

I am.

I'm a wealthy man now-- don't ask how or why-- and I need someone to be my eyes and ears in Paris.

Doing what?

Jacopo, get my purse from my saddlebag.

I'll put you up in an apartment and pay you a monthly salary.

In return, you will investigate Fernand, Danglars, and a man named Villefort, a prosecutor who convicted me without a trial.

How, how am I going to do this?

By whatever means possible.

Start off with libraries, newspaper archives.

Track each man's history.

Find out about their children, their servants, homes, friends, wives, lovers-- I want to know everything, especially their weaknesses.

And I want the details of all of Villefort's victims.

You will do all this in secret.

As far as you're concerned, Edmond Dantès is dead.

(footsteps approaching) ♪ ♪ This should get you started.

5,000 francs.

(voice breaking): Do you mind... (clears throat) Do you mind if I get myself a glass of wine?

I will also have some.

Jacopo here will drop in on you from time to time to check on your progress.

One more thing.

You must find a way of accessing their bank records.

Bank records are very revealing.

You wish to bring these three men down.

Without them knowing.

That is very important to me.

(insects chirping) (horse exhales softly) The headstone on my father's grave.

Was that your doing?

No.

Mercedes arranged that.

And the one next to it?

The one that said I died in 1815?

Mercedes, also.

How long did she wait for me?

She was told you were dead, Edmond.

By whom?

The prosecutor, Villefort, told Monsieur Morrel that... ...that you'd taken your own life.

That makes this all the more humiliating.

♪ ♪ (horse snorts) ♪ ♪ A friend of mine broke into your house and stole some items.

Now he wishes to compensate you for your loss.

This is far too much.

Yes, I know.

Enjoy it.

(gasps) (breath trembling) (pistol cocks) Mademoiselle Morrel?

Yes?

Please, give this to your father.

JULIE: Max!

You won't believe what just happened.

A man who I've never seen before gave me a purse to give to Papa.

So, what's in it?

Well, I wouldn't know.

It's not for me to look into it.

Is he here yet?

Yeah, he's upstairs, in his office.

Papa, I... What are you doing with that?

I, I was just about to put it somewhere safe.

(pistol set in drawer) (drawer closes) Are you all right?

I, I didn't sleep well last night, Julie.

This is for you.

From who?

Some stranger gave it to me on the wharf.

Asked me to give it to you.

(breath trembling) Well, what is it?

Well... It's... It's receipts from my creditors stating that all my debts are paid in full-- h... (voice breaking): How?

"Dear Monsieur Morrel, "I hope this helps you overcome "the difficulties you are presently facing.

Please use the diamond to replace the lost Pharaon."

(stammers): What diamond?

Uh... (gasps) (breath trembling) It, I... I recognize this purse.

I... I gave it to Edmond Dantès as an engagement gift.

Well, it cannot be the same purse.

Oh, Papa, we are saved!

We are saved!

(cries softly) ♪ ♪ I don't understand why we don't just go to Paris and kill this Villefort, Danglars, and Fernand.

It would be too easy for them.

No, Jacopo.

The vengeance I will deliver will equal the crime.

♪ ♪ SOAMES: This is my family.

Wealthy.

JO: Respected.

SOAMES: And very much out of control.

♪ ♪ FRANCES: As a Forsyte woman, you're expected to shine.

We all deserve our moments of madness.

♪ ♪ JOLYON: How do we maintain our supremacy?

♪ ♪ SOAMES: We can't afford to be sentimental.

♪ ♪ Can we afford to be human?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ EDMOND: The only woman I have ever loved has a son.

We are going to Rome.

ALBERT: Who is this count?

He's a very powerful man.

EDMOND: I have a reputation.

I'm not a man to be trifled with.

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