## SCENE START **INT. CAFE - DAY** Sunlight streams through the windows of the cozy cafe, illuminating a young woman, MARIE, seated at a table. She's staring intently at her camera, a small frown etched on her brow. Hunter, a burly DETECTIVE with a sharp jawline, enters the cafe, his eyes scanning the room. He spots Marie and approaches her table. **HUNTER** (in a gruff voice) Excuse me, miss. Marie jumps, her hand instinctively reaching for her camera. She turns to face Hunter, her eyes wide with startled confusion. **HUNTER** (gesturing to the cafe's bustling atmosphere) You wouldn't happen to speak English, would you? Marie shakes her head, her brow furrowing. **MARIE** (in French) Je ne parle pas anglais. Hunter shrugs. **HUNTER** (with a slight sigh) Okay, okay. Well, maybe you can help me anyway. You see, I'm looking for a woman who was last seen leaving this cafe… **MARIE** (interrupting, her voice trembling) Une fille? **HUNTER** (looking confused) Yes, a girl. A young woman… blonde, wearing a green jacket, maybe? Marie's face pales, her eyes widening further. **MARIE** (in French) Elle est partie. Elle est partie avec… les autres. Hunter frowns, unable to understand. **HUNTER** (pointing to his head) What's that? What's she gone with? **MARIE** (shaking her head, looking distressed) Non… non. Elle est partie. Elle est partie… comme les autres. **HUNTER** (growing impatient) Look, miss- **MARIE** (interrupting) Je… je suis désolée. Je ne peux pas parler anglais. Hunter sighs, running a hand through his hair. He pulls out his phone and dials a number. **HUNTER** (into the phone) Yeah, I'm at a cafe… He glances back at Marie, who is staring down at her camera, her body rigid with silent fear. **HUNTER** (into the phone, continuing) Listen, I need an interpreter, stat. This girl… she's not talking, but she knows something… He ends the call, looks at Marie once more, then turns and walks out of the cafe. **SCENE END**