un. knives.
[A very angry Frenchman comes on.]
OU EST MES COUTEAUS?! ... [He trails off, and there’s the clear sound of stuff being desperately moved about]
Ils n’est pas ici... MERDE.
[There's the sound of scattering lentils across a desk whilst he has another quick search and figures out how to use his communicator. Finally, the camera comes on, and there's a close up of some lentils on a desk - a hand quickly scoops them up and drops them back in a bag, then you get a butcher's apron, covered in blood, and finally a face as he sits down,]
Sorry, sorry... English, I suppose, is what is common here? Tres bien... Someone has taken my cleavers. They’re very valuable knives and I’d like them back. I don’t even know how you got in here to take them.
[There's a suspicious look around the room, and he mutters under his breath, rubbing his head distractedly,]
I don’t even know how I’m still alive. I could have sworn I had something on my head.
[He frowns into the camera at last and shuts it off, still visibly confused.]
OU EST MES COUTEAUS?! ... [He trails off, and there’s the clear sound of stuff being desperately moved about]
Ils n’est pas ici... MERDE.
[There's the sound of scattering lentils across a desk whilst he has another quick search and figures out how to use his communicator. Finally, the camera comes on, and there's a close up of some lentils on a desk - a hand quickly scoops them up and drops them back in a bag, then you get a butcher's apron, covered in blood, and finally a face as he sits down,]
Sorry, sorry... English, I suppose, is what is common here? Tres bien... Someone has taken my cleavers. They’re very valuable knives and I’d like them back. I don’t even know how you got in here to take them.
[There's a suspicious look around the room, and he mutters under his breath, rubbing his head distractedly,]
I don’t even know how I’m still alive. I could have sworn I had something on my head.
[He frowns into the camera at last and shuts it off, still visibly confused.]