The Count of Monte Cristo Page #4

Priest?

Plates out.

Let's have it.

Oh.

Oh, God.

He's always awake.

First time in 1 2 years

he hasn't said "Thank you."

- Dead.

- How?

Fell off his bed, didn't he?

- He's a bit dirty, isn't he?

- They all are.

Well, let's sew him up...

and then see Dorleac.

One, two, three.

Right, let's get Dorleac.

Why'd you lock it?

He's not going anywhere.

I don't know.

Habit, I suppose.

Goodbye, Priest.

You're free now...

as I will never be.

Well, bring him along.

- Let's bury him, then.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

- One. That's it.

- Keep going.

- Come on, come on.

I haven't got all day.

Actually, I do.

I've got... I've got...

all the time in the world!

Come on.

Come on.

Monsieur Dorleac!

Heavenly Father,

we bequeath to you...

these remains of your humble servant.

Whatever his name was.

God, I'm so bored.

Monsieur Dorleac!

Did he, in fact, have a map?

- No, gov.

- Where's the, uh...

Stop!

Monsieur Dorleac!

What do you mean, after three?

We throw him at three or before three?

- After three.

- One, two...

- Monsieur Dorleac!

- And th...

- Don't, Monsieur Dorleac!

- One...

- Two...

- Don't throw the body over the cliff!

three!

We could have handled that

a bit better.

Thank you, Priest.

Thank you.

So, mi amice, I would ask who you are,

but in view of your shredded clothes...

and the fact that the Chateau d'lf

is two miles away...

what's the point?

As for me, I am Luigi Vampa...

a smuggler and a thief.

My men and I have come to this island

to bury alive one of our number...

who attempted to keep

some stolen gold for himself...

instead of, uh,

sharing it with his comrades.

Interestingly enough, there are

some of his more loyal friends...

who are insisting

that I grant him mercy...

which, of course, I cannot do,

for I would quickly lose control...

of the whole crew.

You provide me with a way

to show a little mercy to Jacopo...

that maggot you see

tied up over there...

while, at the same time,

not appearing weak.

And as a special treat, the lads

will get to see a little sport as well.

How do I accomplish all this?

lfJacopo wins,

we welcome him back to the crew.

If you win, I have given Jacopo

the chance to live...

even if he did not

take advantage of it...

and you can take his place

on the boat.

What if I win,

and I don't want to be a smuggler?

Then we slit your throat,

and we're a bit shorthanded.

to kill your friend, the maggot.

Perhaps you should get out more.

Release Jacopo

and give him back his knife.

Then we let the games begin.

Get up, maggot.

Come on, come on!

As you hope to live,

do not move an eyelash.

Senor Vampa, allow Jacopo to live.

He's already suffered enough with

the prospect of being buried alive.

The men that wanted

to see some sport have seen it.

Those who wanted mercy forJacopo

will get it.

And by keeping me and Jacopo...

- It's a deal.

- What is his name?

- You've got the devil, Jacopo!

- His name?

We shall call him Zatarra.

Sounds fearsome.

It means "driftwood."

I swear on my dead relatives,

even on the ones...

that are not feeling too good...

I am your man forever.

I know.

Eyes in the back of your head.

Have you never seen

Marseilles before?

It was my home.

- But you do not join the others ashore.

- Over here!

Yeah, that's right, over here!

Listen to me, Zatarra.

Whatever happened to you...

you cannot make it right

by staying here on this boat.

Go. It's up to you.

"We are kings or pawns,"

a man once said.

Si. Who told you this?

Napoleon Bonaparte.

Bonaparte?

Oh, Zatarra, the stories you tell.

A man is always in need

of a good friend.

Truly.

Danglars, what's happened?

Captain Reynaud is dead, sir,

and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.

Zatarra, are you all right?

Everything's changed.

I want you to buy a boat,

just something the two of us can handle.

Wait for me to return.

I make my next visit alone.

Is... Is this the home

of Monsieur Morell?

My grandfather isn't well, monsieur.

Even if he were, he would not receive

visitors at 1 1:
00 in the evening.

Perhaps he might make an exception for

a man who is seeking E-Edmond Dantes.

I apologize for the hour.

Old people never sleep. Sit down,

sit down. Julianne, some sherry.

So, Monsieur Zatarra...

you were a friend of Edmond?

- Monsieur Morell?

- Yes?

You knew Edmond also?

Like a son.

Unfortunately,

his father hanged himself...

after learning of Edmond's treason.

I see.

I see. And...

this treason you speak of...

- Who accused him?

- Who knows?

Monsieur Villefort,

the man who had Edmond arrested...

left for Paris soon after to take up

the post of chief prosecutor.

Of course, the shock of

his father's violent murder...

may also have spurred his departure.

They were strange times.

After Edmond's death,

I reluctantly took on a partner.

One of my captains.

And then one day,

Danglars forced me out.

My-My fate is nothing

compared to Edmond's.

Perhaps your luck is about to change.

You mean the Countess Mondego?

- Countess?

- Yes.

A month after

poor Edmond was arrested...

Mercedes wed his best friend.

- Fernand.

- Yes, that's right.

And with the death of

his father and brother in the war...

Fernand became Count Mondego.

They live in Paris now.

Count and Countess Mondego.

Are you all right?

Yes. I must go.

- I'm sorry I was not more helpful.

- Oh, no.

You told me what I needed to know.

Edmond Dantes is dead.

Zatarra. Zatarra,

you will be so proud of me.

I found a nice little skiff.

We couldn't afford a sloop.

Got a really good deal.

Za-Zatarra? Zatarra.

Zatarra, the boat

cannot hold no more...

and there are at least

eight more boatloads down there!

Do you not understand?

You are wealthier than any man

I have ever heard of.

Whatever your problems were,

they are over.

What do you want to buy?

- Revenge.

- Okay, revenge. Who?

Danglars, Villefort...

Fernand and Mercedes.

Right. We kill these people,

then we spend the treasure.

No, we will study them,

learn their weaknesses.

Why not just kill them?

I'll do it.

I'll run up to Paris...

bam, bam, bam, bam!

I'm back before week's end.

We spend the treasure.

How is this a bad plan?

Death is too good for them.

They must suffer as I suffered.

They must see their world,

all they hold dear...

ripped from them

as it was ripped from me.

You will need a better name than Zatarra

if you are to accomplish that.

Then I shall become a count.

I bid you good afternoon, sir.

I'm here to purchase your lovely home.

The very cheek!

I shall have you horsewhipped!

Now, get off my property,

you vagabond...

before I set the dogs on you,

you hear?

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is with great honour...

that I present to you His Grace...

the Count of Monte Cristo.

It's so beautiful.

Greetings.

My dear count, allow me

to introduce to you my husband...

Monsieur Villefort,

Chief Prosecutor.

- Very kind of you to think of us.

- Oh, I am the one

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