The Count of Monte Cristo Page #7

Young Mondego. Why?

Because your son

lacked the courage.

Mondego is the one

who pulled the trigger!

He'd never confess

in a million years!

You're right, he wouldn't.

But you just have.

Monsieur Villefort, you are under arrest

for conspiracy to murder.

You remember?

Dantes?

A courtesy for a gentleman.

You didn't think

I'd make it that easy, did you?

Hyah!

Edmond?

So did I.

Until I realized...

you said the name "Dantes."

A name that

I had never mentioned.

What do you want of me?

I want to be free of you...

the way you obviously

are free of me.

Just a few answers from you,

and I shall be gone forever.

Ask your questions.

Where have you been?

Thirteen years in

the Chateau d'lf...

and everywhere else

you can imagine.

The Chateau d'lf for 1 3 years.

Did you suffer?

- What happened afterward?

- Much.

- Why did you not come to me?

- Why did you not wait?

You married the very man

who betrayed...

I told you that night

on the rocks, remember?

And it never has.

Why?

You know why.

If you ever loved me...

don't... don't rob me of my hate.

- It's all I have.

- Let it go, Edmond.

Let it go.

I don't know what dark plan

lies within you.

Nor do I know by what design

we were asked...

to live without

each other these 1 6 years.

- But God has offered us

a new beginning...

- God?

Don't slap His hand away.

Can I never escape Him?

No.

He is in everything.

Even in a kiss.

My lady?

- Oh.

- Where's the count?

Um, the count would like for you

to join him this afternoon.

- Join him?

- Uh, yes...

in, uh, leaving the country

with your son.

Uh, I'll have someone

bring you to your house.

- And you just wait there for me,

and we just...

- Thank you!

- Yes, yes, but my...

Yes, yes... M-My lady...

- I need to go home and pack.

- Where's the count?

- Upstairs, my lady.

What's wrong?

I'm bankrupt.

All my debts have been called in.

- Also, I'm to be arrested.

- For what?

Piracy, corruption and murder.

- Did you do all these things?

- Yes.

There is simply not the time

to talk to talk about it.

The gendarmes are on the way...

apparently, so hurry up

and pack something.

I'm not going with you, Fernand.

You are my wife.

I have made arrangements for us.

We shall be very well

taken care of.

- He's not your son.

- I beg your pardon?

Albert Mondego is the son

of Edmond Dantes.

Why do you think I rushed off

so quickly to marry you

after Edmond was taken away?

Premature.

Well, aren't you a piece of work.

So he's the bastard son

of a dead traitor.

He always was disappointing.

Goodbye, Mercedes.

You did please me some of the time.

You never pleased me.

What is this?

Monte Cristo.

King's to you, Fernand.

Edmond?

- But how...

- How did I escape?

How did I plan this moment?

With pleasure.

So you've taken Mercedes?

And everything else,

except your life.

Why are you doing this?

It's complicated.

Let's just say it's vengeance

for the life you stole from me.

Well, I see someone

has taught you the sword.

How did you ever

call yourself my friend?

We were friends, Edmond.

You sent me to hell! Why?

Take your vengeance.

But know the blood

you spill is noble.

Blood that will never

run through your veins.

You're no more a count

than I am a commoner!

You don't have it in you.

- Touch him, and I'll kill you.

- Boy, let me explain.

It's been explained. I spoke

to Madame Villefort on the street.

She told me how I was a silly,

trusting dupe that my friend...

the Count of Monte Cristo,

used to get into our lives.

- Albert, listen to me.

- I will not!

Forgive me for being

such a fool, Father.

- You were betrayed.

Of course you're forgiven.

- You were my friend.

- I looked up to you.

- There's a history here

you know nothing about.

He loved your mother,

and yet she chose me,

so now he intends to steal her away.

Lie. Get out of my way!

Boy, if I have to,

I will kill you.

I will not stop now.

- Nor will I.

- So be it.

No!

Albert...

I found the note you left

explaining where you'd gone.

But now I must

explain something to you...

where you really come from.

Albert, you are the son

of Edmond Dantes.

The man you know as

the Count of Monte Cristo.

Well, I'm afraid it is true.

You are the walking proof that your

mother was as much of a whore in her

younger years as she is today.

You...

- Fernand, I beg you. No more!

- I want no more of this.

Just go.

Call it mercy.

Mercy, Fernand.

You've only got one shot, and it will

take more than that to stop me.

Well, then I'd best put it where

it will do the most damage.

No!

Mother! Mother!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Look what I've done. Jacopo!

Hyah!

Once again, Zatarra...

God sees you out

the corner of His eye.

She'll live.

Edmond! Edmond!

Please don't go out there. Don't.

Edmond, don't go.

You try. Don't ever quit.

Zatarra, you must end this.

Even the priest

will understand that.

- Edmond!

- Please don't leave.

Watch over your mother.

Now, I couldn't live in a world where

you have everything and I have nothing.

What happened to your mercy?

I'm a count, not a saint.

You were right, priest.

You were right.

This I promise you and God:

All that was used for vengeance...

will now be used for good.

So rest in peace, my friend.

So, Zatarra...

painful, huh?

No.

I bought this place,

thinking one day I would tear it down.

But now the only things

I care about...

are walking off

this island with me.

Let's go home.

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