Here is the scene: Marie sat at the cozy cafe, sipping her coffee and staring at the screen of her camera, reviewing the photos she took of the beautiful Minnesota landscapes. Hunter, a no-nonsense detective in his mid-30s, approached her, his expression stern. "Excuse me, miss," Hunter said, his deep voice firm but polite. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating a string of disappearances in our town. I understand you're a visitor here?" Marie looked up from her camera, startled and troubled. "Mon Dieu, c'est tout simplement horrible! Je sais que quelque chose de vraiment bizarre se passe ici." (My God, it's simply horrible! I know something really weird is going on here.) Hunter's expression turned puzzled, his eyes squinting in confusion. "Ma'am, I... could you please speak in English?" Marie hesitated, then continued in rapid French, her words trembling. "Je l'ai vu, je l'ai vu de mes propres yeux! Une personnalité étrangère, avec un véhicule noir. S'il vous plaît, vous devez m'aider!" (I saw him, I saw him with my own eyes! A strange person, with a black vehicle. Please, you have to help me!) Hunter's face screwed up in frustration. He held up his hands. "Ma'am, ma'am, I... Don't speak French, ma'am. Can we do this in English?" As they continued to try and communicate, Hunter's phone rang, shrill in the quiet cafe. With a curt apology, Hunter answered the call, quickly getting up to leave. "I'll send an interpreter, ma'am. Please, stay here." Here is the voicing sheet: Marie: "Mon Dieu, c'est tout simplement horrible! Je sais que quelque chose de vraiment bizarre se passe ici." "Je l'ai vu, je l'ai vu de mes propres yeux! Une personnalité étrangère, avec un véhicule noir. S'il vous plaît, vous devez m'aider!" Hunter: "Ma'am, I... could you please speak in English?" "I... Don't speak French, ma'am. Can we do this in English?" "I'll send an interpreter, ma'am. Please, stay here."