The Count of Monte Cristo Page #3

- I will try to reason with him further.

- Safely leave this to Fernand.

- Never. It's impossible.

- He can plead the case.

- Never.

I will not give up

on Edmond yet.

I will never

forget your kindness.

And I shall never

cease to give it.

Not that I don't appreciate

the embroidery of the crimes...

but still, murder?

It's quite simple really.

When you reported Dantes'

receiving the letter to me...

I didn't quite understand

why you were betraying him.

What prompts you to be

so accommodating?

Sit down, Mondego.

No!

Come back!

Come back!

What's my crime?

What's my crime?

I'm innocent!

Happy anniversary, Dantes.

Until next year.

Has it really been

four years, Delius?

Or Danton?

What is his name again?

Forgive my intrusion.

But I was under

the impression that l...

I was digging

toward the outer wall.

I am Abbe Faria.

I have been a prisoner

in Chateau d'lf for 1 1 years.

Five which have been spent...

digging this tunnel.

There are 72,51 9 stones

in my walls.

I've counted them many times.

But have you

named them yet?

Once I was as you are now.

But I promise, it will pass.

I promise, I promise. Now...

may I stand

on your shoulders?

Take me down.

Please, take me down now.

Take me down.

I have not seen the sky

these 1 1 years. Thank you.

Thank you, God.

There is no talk of God

in here, Priest.

What about the inscription?

It's faded, just as God

has faded from my heart.

- And what has replaced it?

- Revenge.

Hold these.

Follow me.

Perhaps your thoughts

of revenge...

are serving God's purpose of

keeping you alive these seven years.

- To what end?

- Escape.

There we go.

You spoke of escape.

Yeah.

There are only two possibilities

of reaching the outer wall...

I simply...

I simply chose the wrong one.

Now, of course, with two of us,

we could dig in the opposite direction.

And with both of us together,

then, of course, we could

possibly do it in, um...

oh, eight years.

Oh, does something else

demand your time?

Some pressing appointment,

perhaps?

In return for your help,

I offer something priceless.

My freedom?

No, freedom can be taken away,

as you well know.

I offer knowledge,

everything I have learned.

I will teach you, oh,

economics, mathematics...

- Philosophy, science.

- To read and write?

Of course.

When do we start?

I got it. I got it.

Lights out. Lights.

- Let's have 'em. Come on.

- The slot opens twice a day.

Once for your toilet bucket,

which is where we hide the dirt.

Come on.

And once in the evening

for your plate.

Lights out. Out.

Come on, Priest.

Thank you.

Between those times we can work all day

without fear of discovery.

"So neglect becomes...

our ally."

Excellent.

So you were in

Napoleon's army.

We had such dreams then.

However, one night...

my regiment ran down...

a band of guerrillas...

who ran into a church

for sanctuary.

I was ordered

to burn down the church...

with them inside it.

Did you?

To my everlasting shame, I did.

I did.

How did you come to be here?

The following day

I deserted...

to devote my life to repentance

and to God.

I worked as

private secretary to...

the enormously wealthy

Count Enrique Spada.

Spada was a righteous man.

Sadly, a couple

of years later, he died...

amidst rumours that he had

hidden his limitless fortune.

- Two weeks later, I was arrested.

- Why?

Napoleon wanted

Spada's treasure.

He did not believe that

I had no idea where it was.

So he had me thrown in here

to refresh my memory.

And so here I've remained...

with only God for company...

until he sent me you.

God is no more real

than your treasure, Priest.

Perhaps.

Hurry. Get it.

Compute this.

of rock and dust a day...

for 365 days.

Equals three-and-a-half

metres a year...

twelve feet, a foot a month.

Three inches a week.

In Italian.

Do not waste the light.

You were a soldier, Priest.

So you know weaponry.

Teach me.

Or dig alone.

This is ridiculous.

The stronger swordsman

does not necessarily win.

It is speed!

Speed of hand.

Speed of mind.

Now, sweep your hand

through the drops...

without getting wet.

Like this.

How long must I keep this up?

I am going down the tunnel.

Parry.

Up. Like that.

Economics is the science

that deals with the production...

distribution and

consumption of commodities.

Translation.

Thank you.

Happy Christmas, Edmond.

Give or take a month or so.

- Danglars? Mondego?

- Who do you think?

Good! Too good.

We have Newton's third law.

There is a reaction

to every action...

in physics and in man.

Thus my quest for vengeance

is a reaction to the actions

of Danglars and Mondego.

Up, up.

I want that seat.

You once told me that Villefort

had you rearrested just after...

he had cleared you

of all the charges.

You may go.

Yes, that's true.

Then why would he go

through that charade...

unless he had reason to change his mind

about letting you go?

- Think, Edmond.

- I'm trying.

- What happened?

- He asked me...

Did Napoleon tell you who was

supposed to pick up this letter?

- I told him...

- A Monsieur Clarion.

- And nothing more?

- Nothing. He burnt the letter

and said I could go.

Ah.

He burned the letter.

- Yes.

- Strange that a chief magistrate...

would burn evidence

of a treasonous conspiracy...

and then

imprison the only man...

who was aware of

Monsieur Clarion's connection...

to that conspiracy.

- He was protecting someone.

- Ah.

- A dear friend perhaps?

- No. No.

A politician like Villefort would have

rid himself of such friends.

Clarion could be a relative.

A close relative, possibly...

No!

Villefort's father was

a colonel in Napoleon's army.

Villefort wasn't protecting Clarion.

He was protecting himself.

Danglars, who falsely said he saw

Napoleon give me that letter.

Mondego,

who told Villefort I had it.

And Villefort himself,

who sent me here.

Bravo, Edmond, bravo.

Oh, my God. Oh, oh.

Oh.

Edmond, light. Light.

Quick. Light.

Oh, please, God.

What is that? Look.

Look. Look!

Roots. Plant roots.

If these are plant roots,

then we are only months away.

Yes. Well done, Priest.

I'll get my chisel.

Good. Good.

Priest!

In God's name, go on.

Go on. Go on!

Lungs are punctured.

- Don't talk.

- Listen.

- Don't talk.

There's not much time.

Under th-those books,

there's loose rocks.

Quickly, quickly.

Open it.

When I told them I did not know...

where the treasure of Spada was,

I lied.

You lied?

I'm a priest, not a saint.

There, on that island

off the Italian coast.

- Monte Cristo?

- Yes, yes.

Use... Use your head.

- Follow the clues.

- The tunnel's blocked.

- I can't escape.

- Keep digging.

When you escape,

use it for good, only for good.

No, I will surely

use it for my revenge.

Do not commit...

Oh. Do not commit the crime...

for which you now

serve the sentence.

- God said, "Vengeance is mine."

- I don't believe in God.

That doesn't matter.

He believes in you.

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