Belle:
Is anyone here?
Maurice:
Belle?
Belle:
Papa.
[Grabs torch and kneels down to Maurice]
Maurice:
H-how did you find me?
Belle:
Oh, your hands are like ice. We need to get you out of here.
Maurice:
Belle, I want you to leave this place.
Belle:
Who's done this to you?
Maurice:
No time to explain. You must go, now.
Belle:
I won't leave you.
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