In 1814, the French Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled to the Island of Elba, off the coast of Italy. Fearing an attempt to rescue him, his British captors would shoot anyone who came ashore... no matter how innocent or desperate.

Edmond: For a moment I thought you were abandoning me.
Fernand: Fernand Mondego doesn't abandon his friends in the face of stupid suicidal danger. However, as Monsieur Morell's official representative on this voyage, Edmond, I must officially tell you, you have overstepped your bounds as second mate, officially. There I covered myself.
Edmond: If we don't get him to a doctor he will die. Do you understand?
Fernand: Of course I understand. Just don't expect me to so this sober.
Edmond: Right.

Fernand to Edmond: Good you finally hit something.

Napoleon: Now explain yourself or be shot.

Edmond: I almost got us killed.
Fernand: Yes you did. Yet...we survived.

Edmond: Being your friend is always an adventure.

Napoleon: I'm curious. What's the signifigance of the chess piece?
Edmond: It's just something we've done since childhood. Whenever one of us has had a victory, king of the moment.
Napoleon: King of the moment?
Edmond: Yes.
Napoleon: In life, we're all either kings or pawns.

Morell: Danglars, what's happened?
Danglars: Captain Reynaud is dead sir, and Edmond Dantes disobeyed my orders.
Morell: Come to my office and report Danglars and you to Edmond.

Fernand: Make love to me.
Mercedes: Will you ever give up?
Fernand: He doesn't have to know.
Mercedes: I'd know.
Fernand: So would I. It'd be our little secret.
Mercedes: I don't believe in secrets.
Fernand: You think Edmond doesn't have secrets? He does. Ask him.
Mercedes: I know what you want, Fernand.
Fernand: You do?
Mercedes: Remember when we were kids and Edmond got that whistle for his birthday and you got a pony? You were so mad Edmond was happier with his whistle than you were with your pony. I'm not going to be your next whistle.
Fernand: How long do you think it's going to be before he can afford a wife?
Mercedes: Two years. Two years, that's all. Then he gets his captain's papers and we can marry.
Fernand: Two years? I coundn't wait two years for anything. Particularly a bride like you.

Mercedes: Stop that. You'll go bald. Do you keep secrets from me?
Edmond: Secrets? No. Why? Ask me anything and I'll tell you. We don't have to wait two years anymore. As soon as I can afford the ring, we'll wed -
Mercedes: I don't need a ring. I don't. *rips a string off of her dress and wraps it around her ring finger* This will be my ring and no matter what happens, you will never see it off my finger. Ever.

Danglars: Hello my fine young gentlemen. Care to join me? So tell me, Mondego, how did you ever become friends with that righteous little ponce, Edmond Dantes?
Fernand: He claims to be my friend. Yet he has the audacity to keep secrets from me.
Danglars: What secrets?

Edmond's father: To the new captain of the Pharon.
Edmond: All I am I owe to you, father.
Edmond's father: May this happy moment be but the dawn of a long and wonderful life to you both. *door opens*
French police officer: Which of you is Edmond Dantes?
Edmond: I am.
French police officer: Edmond Dantes you are under arrest by order of the Magistrate of Morseilles.
Edmond's father: Arrest?
Edmond: On what charges?
French police officer: That information is privileged. Take him.
Edmond: I demand an exclaimation. I demand an exclaimation!

Villefort: Well, I must say Dantes, you don't have the look of a traitor.
Edmond: Traitor?
Villefort: Now, attend me well, Dantes, for your life depends on it. Did you have any personal contact with Napoleon when you were on Elba?
Edmond: Elba, yes, I did. Well, we did. I was with the count Mondego's son, Fernand. Almost the entire time. Do you know Fernand?
Villefort: Here's a recent acquaintance, yes.
Edmond: Oh there you are. He'll vouch for me.
Villefort: No doubt, but you said, "almost the entire time."
Edmond: Except for when Napoleon asked me to deliver a personal letter to a friend in Marseilles.
Villefort: Well, Dantes, it is for accepting that treasonous correspondence, that you have been denounced by your own first mate, a Monsieur Danglars.
Edmond: What?
Villefort: Did you deliver the letter?
Edmond: No, sire, someone was supposed to find me. It's - it's still in my jacket. Here.
Villefort: *after reading the letter* Have you read this?
Edmond: No, sir, I can't read.
Villefort: Well, Dantes, this is a letter to one of Napoleon's agents. It gives the times and the locations of the British beach patrols on Elba.
Edmond: Sire, I swear on my mother's grave, I had no idea. He swore it's contents were innocent.
Villefort: *after a moment of thinking about it* No, it's you that's innocent. Foolish and innocent. I believe these are the worst charges that could be leveled against you. Fortunately, as I've intercepted this document, there's no harm done. God knows how you're going to survive in this world, Edmond Dantes, but you are no traitor. You may go.
Edmond: Thank you sir.
Villefort: Wait, uh, did Napoleon tell you who's supposed to pick up the letter?
Edmond: Monsieur Clarion.
Villefort: What name did you say?
Edmond: Monsieur Clarion.
Villefort: Have you mentioned this name to anyone else? Monseiur Mondego or anyone?
Edmond: No, sir, in fact Monsieur Mondego knows nothing of this letter.
Villefort: This very dangerous information. One can never be too careful in times like this. Don't you think? *burns the letter*
Edmond: Yes, sir.
Villefort: I've given you another stressful time. I wonder if by way of an apology, I could offer you my carriage home.

Edmond: Why?! In God's name, why?
Fernand: Because you're the son of a clerk and I am not went to suppose to be you.

Dorleac: Welcome, Monsieur Dantes. I am Armand Dorleac, the warden of Chateau d'IF.
Edmond: Monsieur, I know you must hear this a great deal, but I assure you I am innocent. Everyone must say that I know, but I truly am.
Dorleac: Innocent.
Edmond: Yes.
Dorleac: I know. I really do know.
Edmond: You mock me?
Dorleac: No, my dear Dantes. I know perfectly well that you are innocent. Why else would you be here? If you were truly guilty, there are a hundred prisons in France where they would lock you way, but Chateau d'IF is where they put the ones they're ashamed of.

Dorleac: "God will give me justice." People are always trying to motivate themselves or they keep calenders, but soon they lose interest or they die. All I'm left with is a rather unslightly wall, I'm afraid. So I conceived another way to help our prisoners to keep track of time. Every year on the anniversary of their imprisonment, we hurt them. Usually just a simple beating really. Although, on their first day here, in your case, today, I like to do something rather special. And if you're thinking just now "why me of God?" The answer is God has nothing to do with it. In fact, God is never in France this time of the year.
Edmond: God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.
Dorleac: All right. Let's make a bargain shall we? You ask God for help, and I'll stop the moment he shows up.

Abbe "Priest": Forgive my intrusion, but I was under the impression that I was digging towards the outer wall.

Edmond: There are 72,519 stones in my walls. I've counted them many times.
Priest: But have you named them yet? *Edmond starts to cry*

Chateau d'IF jail guy: We could have handled that better.

Edmond: *once out* Thank you Priest. Thank you.

Luigi: So, mi amice. I would ask you who you are but in view of your shredded clothes and the fact that the Chateau d'IF is 2 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 member who attempted to keep some stolen gold for himself instead of, ush, sharing it with his comrades. Interesting enought, there are some of his more loyal friends who are insisting that I grant him mercy, which, of course, I can't do. For I would quickly lose control of the whole crew. That's why you are such a fortunate find.
Edmond: Why is that?
Luigi: 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, asn as a special treat, the lads will get to see some sport as well.
Edmond: How do I accomplish that?
Luigi: We watch you and Jacopo fight to the death. If Jacopo 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.
Edmond: What if I win and I don't want to be a smuggler?
Luigi: Then we slit you throat and we're a bit shorthanded.
Edmond: I find that smuggling is the life for me and would be delighted to kill your friend the maggot.
Luigi: Oh, by the way, Jacopo is the best knife fighter I've ever seen.
Edmond: Perhaps you should get out more.

Smuggler: What's his name?
Luigi: We shall call him Zatarra.

Luigi: It means "driftwood."

Jacopo: I swear on my head relatives, even the ones who aren't feeling to good, I am your man forever.
Edmond: I know.

Jacopo: What do you want to buy?
Edmond: Revenge.
Jacopo: Ok. Revenge. Who?
Edmond: Danglars, Villefort, Fernand, and Mercedes.
Jacopo: Right. We kill these people, then we spend the treasure.
Edmond: No we will study them. Learn their weaknesses.
Jacopo: 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 treaure. How is this a bad plan?
Edmond: Death is to good for them. They must suffer as I suffered. They must see their world, as they hold dear ripped from them as it was ripped from me.
Jacopo: You will need a better name than Zatarra if you are to accomplish that.
Edmond: Then I shall become a count.

Edmond to the crowd at his party for the first time: Greetings.

Albert: Who are you and why are you doing this?
Luigi in the shadows: We are bad men and for the money.
Albert: My money is in my waistcoat.
Luigi: Not anymore. Besides it's not your money we're interested in. You are the only son of Count Mondego, are you not?
Albert: Ransom? Send your note and be damned.
Luigi: I wish it were that easy, but it won't reach your father for at least two weeks and then there's the endless debate about whether we kill you already. No, it just doesn't have the impact. Perhaps if we end him your ring.
Albert: Yes, my ring bears the Mondego crest.
Luigi: The one still attached to your finger?
Albert: Listen to me, Vermin. I am Albert son of Fernand Count Mondego and you have had your last laugh at my expense. Do your worst.
Luigi: If you insist. Peppone, the knife.

Mercedes: Edmond, Villefort told me you were executed.
Edmond: Did he?
Mercedes: *cries* Oh, God.
Edmond: Countess you are mistaken. Back to the Mondego's.
Mercedes: No.
Edmond: Madame, I'm only thinking of your repretation.
Mercedes: I beg you, Edmond. I don't care how you returned.
Edmond: I am not this Edmond.
Mercedes: Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! *moment's pause* So what are you? A spirit? Some ghost sent here to torment me?
Edmond: This Edmond, you loved him?
Mercedes: Yes.
Edmond: For how long?
Mercedes: For all of my life?
Edmond: And how long after he died, before you married the count?
Mercedes: That isn't fair.
Edmond: We've reached your home, countess.
Mercedes: You're right. You can not be my Edmond.
Edmond: Well, there you are. You said it yourself. Edmond Dantes is dead. Good night. *Jacopo gets into the carriage* If you ever again presume to interfere in my affairs, I will, I promise, finish the job I started the day we met. Do you understand?
Jacopo: I understand you are mad.
Edmond: Mad? My enemies are falling into my traps perfectly.
Jacopo: Mad, your grace, for ignoring this: You have a fortune, a beautiful woman who loves you. Take the money, take the woman and live your life. Stop this plan. Take what you have won.
Edmond: I can't.
Jacopo: Why not? I am still your man, Zatarra. I swore an oath. I will protect you. Even if it means I must protect you from yourself.

Danglars: Who are you?
Edmond: I am the Count of Monte Cristo, but my friends call me Edmond Dantes.
Danglars: Dantes.

Edmond: I thought we had finished our conversation in the carriage?
Mercedes: So did I. Until I realised you said the name "Dantes." A name that I had never mentioned.
Edmond: What do you want of me?
Mercedes: 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.
Edmond: Ask your questions.
Mercedes: Where have you been?
Edmond: Thirteen years in the Chateau d'IF and everywhere else you can imagine.
Mercedes: The Chateau d'IF for thirteen years. Did you suffer?
Edmond: Are you finished now? I have a good deal on my mind.
Mercedes: What happened afterward?
Edmond: Much.
Mercedes: Why did you not come to me?
Edmond: Why did you not wait? You married the very man who betrayed -
Mercedes: *holds up her hand* I told you that night on the rocks, remember? That it would never leave my finger and it never has.
Edmond: Why?
Mercedes: You know why.
Edmond: If you ever loved me, don't - don't rob me of my hate. It's all I have.
Mercedes: Let it go, Edmond. Let it go. I don't know what dark plan lies within you. Nor do I know what design we were asked to love without each other for 16 years, but God has offered us a new beginning -
Edmond: God?
Mercedes: Don't slap his hand away.
Edmond: Can I never escape him?
Mercedes: No. He is in everything. Even in a kiss.

Mercedes: What's wrong?
Fernand: I'm bankrupt. All my debts have been called in. Also I am to be arrested.
Mercedes: For what?
Fernand: Piracy, corruption, and murder.
Mercedes: Did you do all these things?
Fernand: Yes. There is simply not time to talk about it. The Gendarnes are on the way apparently. So hurry up and pack something.
Mercedes: I'm not going with you Fernand.
Fernand: *throws a vase into a the mirror* You are my wife. I have made arrangements for us. We shall be very well taken care of. Now go and find my son.
Mercedes: He's not your son.
Fernand: I beg your pardon?
Mercedes: 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.
Fernand: *after a while* Premature.

Fernand: Goodbye Mercedes. You did please me some of the time.
Mercedes: You never pleased me.

Edmond: King's to you Fernand.
Fernand: Edmond...but how?
Edmond: How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.
Fernand: So you've taken Mercedes?
Edmond: and everything else, except your life.
Fernand: Why are you doing this?
Edmond: It's complicated. Let's just say it's vengence for the life you stole for me.
Fernand: I see someone has taught you the sword.
Edmond: How did you ever call yourself my friend?
Fernand: We were friends, Edmond.
Edmond: *slashes Fernand* You sent me to hell. Why?
Fernand: Take your vengence, but know the blood you spill is nobile. Blood that will never run through your veins. You're no more a count than I am a commoner! *spits*

Mercedes: Albert you are the son of Edmond Dantes, the man you know as the Count of Monte Cristo.
Fernand: Well, I'm afraid it is true. You are the walking proof that your mother was much of a whore in her younger years as she is today.

Fernand: Now I couldn't live in a world where you have everything and I have nothing.

Fernand: What happend to you mercy?
Edmond: I am a count, not a saint.

Edmond: You were right Priest, you were right. This I promise you and God: All that was used for Vengence will now be used for good. So rest in peace, my friend.