## Scene: Cafe in Alborn, MN **INT. CAFE - DAY** Sunlight streams through the windows of the cozy cafe, illuminating Marie (30s, French, CAMERA around her neck) as she sits at a table, studying photos on her camera. She’s clearly lost in thought, her brow furrowed. Hunter (35, DETECTIVE, ruggedly handsome) approaches her, his brow also furrowed. He points at her camera with a questioning gesture. **HUNTER:** (In English, trying to be polite) Excuse me, but are those photos from the apple festival yesterday? Marie starts slightly, then looks up at Hunter. She opens her mouth to speak, but her words catch in her throat. Her eyes well up with tears. **MARIE:** (In French, breathlessly) Non… c’est… c’est pas du festival. C’était… un homme. Un homme que j’ai vu. Il était… il était très étrange. **HUNTER:** (Confused) Uh… I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Marie’s eyes widen. She realizes her mistake. She gestures wildly, trying to convey her meaning, but her panic only deepens the confusion. **MARIE:** (In French, frantic) Je ne parle pas anglais. Je… je suis perdue. **HUNTER:** (Staring at her, perplexed) Okay… I see. That’s okay. You’re… Hunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small notebook. He flips through a few pages and stops at a picture of a missing person. **HUNTER:** Were you trying to say you saw this man? Marie’s gaze falls on the photo. She nods, shaking her head quickly as tears spill down her cheeks. **MARIE:** (In French, quietly) Oui… oui, c’est lui. Je l’ai vu hier… il était… il était très effrayant. Hunter closes the notebook with a sigh. He glances around the cafe for a moment, looking for someone who might be able to translate. **HUNTER:** (To Marie, trying his best) I’m sorry, but I don’t speak French. I… I need to call someone to help. Is it okay if I… Hunter’s phone rings, cutting him off. He answers it, his voice a tight whisper. **HUNTER:** (On phone) Yeah, I got something… yeah, she saw him… Okay, I'm on my way. (To Marie) I gotta go. I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay? He hands her a small card with a phone number on it. **HUNTER:** Call this number, if you need to… Hunter rushes out of the cafe, his brow furrowed with worry. Marie watches him go, her eyes reflecting the same sense of unease.