"Detective Tales" Clip
Morning came way too early for Edgar.
And everything was all blurry and fuzzy.
“Hey! Edgar? Eddie?” Emily waved a hand in his face. “Are you awake?”
“Sh- yes! I am! Reporting for duty, Mister President.” Edgar panicked, saluting.
“Your breakfast is getting cold. Sorry for caring, but Gertrude said I should care more often.” Emily explained as she ate a piece of toast with strawberry jam on it.
“Oh…yeah…” Edgar sighed, trying to focus. “Thanks, Emmy…I meant Emily…”
“You know I don’t mind the nickname, Edgar.”
“Ohhhhhhh, right…”
“Is Edgar okay?” Colette whispered to Cosette.
“I hope so, he seems a bit out of it.” Cosette whispered back.
Awkward silence.
“Tu l'as vu hier soir ?*” Cosette worried.
*Did you see him last night?
“Non, pas une seule fois. Il doit être fatigué ce matin… très fatigué…*” Colette replied.
*No, not once. He must be tired this morning... very tired...
“I’m fine, Whee- lette…”
“...quoi?”
*...what?
