La belle et la bête1946

La B?te:
So, my dear sir, you steal my roses. You steal my roses, the things I love most in all the world. Your luck has gone from bad to worse. You could have taken anything except my roses. The punishment for this simple theft is death!

Belle's Father:
Sir, I didn't know. I meant no harm. My daughter asked me to bring her a rose.

La B?te:
Don't address me as "sir." I'm called the Beast! I don't like compliments. Don't try to understand. You have fifteen minutes to prepare to die!

Belle's Father:
Sir...

La B?te:
Again! The Beast orders you to be silent. You stole a rose, so you must die. Unless one of your daughters... how many do you have?

Belle's Father:
Three.

La B?te:
Unless one of your daughters agrees to pay your debt and take your place.

Belle's Father:
But...

La B?te:
Don't argue! Be off! Make the most of the chance I have offered you. And should your daughters refuse to die in your place, swear to return in three days. Swear it!

Belle's Father:
I swear. But how will I find my way home. I got lost in the forest.

La B?te:
You'll find a white horse in my stables. His name is Magnificent. Whisper in his ear, "go where I am going, Magnificent. Go, go, go!" He'll take you home and bring you back to my castle, should your daughters prove too cowardly to ride him in your place. Go now!