Napoleon:
I'm moved by your efforts to save your captain's life, Dantes.
Edmond:
He was my captain, and my friend, Your Majesty.
Napoleon:
Loyal friends are rare indeed. In fact, it is upon such a matter I wish to speak. I have written a rather sentimental letter to an old comrade in Marseilles. It's a side of me I prefer the British not see. Since they have a habit of opening my mail, I wonder if you would deliver it for me.
Edmond:
Oh, I-I don't...
Napoleon:
It's just a letter from one old soldier to another. It's totally innocent, I assure you. But more important, it is the price I demand for the use of my physician.
Edmond:
Then I agree.
Napoleon:
Good. You are deliver the letter to Monsieur Clarion. Can you remember that name?
Edmond:
Monsieur Clarion. How will I find him?
Napoleon:
Oh, he will find you.
[handing the letter over]
Napoleon:
Now, I do not wish this letter's existence to be known to anyone else. Not even your boon companion back there. Do you understand?
Edmond:
I'm a man of my word, Your Majesty.
Napoleon:
Yes, I, uh... I believe you are.
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