Nov 29, 2010 18:41
[There is a big Frenchman shouting on this end. This is all in French.]
JULIE! JULIE?! [Shuffling noises. He's looking for her. Then out in the corridor.]
Where... where have you gone? Where am I? What have you done with my knives, Julie?! I told you not to move them!
I need them. I have to... I need them.
[A big paternal sigh of frustration,]
Julie! Come here! I need to make sure you're safe. This place is odd. I don't trust it. Are you listening to me, Julie Isabelle Clapet?!
overprotective father of the year 1961,
just a simple butcher,
even clapet has a daughter,
nothing without his knives