Jacopo:
Did you fall off the bed?
Count of Monte Cristo:
After thirteen years of sleeping on a stone slab, I can't.
Jacopo:
[seeing the scars on his back]
Mi Maria. Does that hurt?
Count of Monte Cristo:
Did you come here for a reason?
Jacopo:
Mondego has a son.
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