## Scene: The Cozy Corner Cafe, Alborn MN. **[SOUND of coffee brewing]** **(Marie sits at a table near the window in "The cozy corner cafe", sunlight dappling her face as she examines photos on her camera's LCD screen.) She murmurs to herself.** **Hunter approaches Marie’ s Table hesitantly**, looking slightly out-of place amongst patrons sipping lattes and reading local news. **HUNTER:** Excuse me, miss... **(Marie looks up startled)** * <b>MARIE**: *(in French with a thick accent) Oh! Pardon?* **Hunter squints at her.** He pulls his notepad from the pocket of faded jeans covered in patches and gestures towards it. **HUNTER:** You Marie? From… France…? **(Marie nods hesitantly)** * <b>MARIE**: *(in French)* Oui, je suis marie.* (Yes I am.) **Hunter flips to a blank page.** He tries smiling reassuringly but his expression remains grim; the weight of unsolved cases clinging heavily. **HUNTER:** Listen… you saw something last night? Down near Elm Street park around 10pm... some lights, maybe...? **(Marie’s eyes widen slightly and she freezes.) ** * <b>MARIE**: *(in French)* Oui … c'était étrange ... * (Yes .. it was strange...) **HUNTER:** (Frustrated) What? Sorry… I don´t understand. *(He gestures helplessly at her, then back to the notepad). **(Marie takes a shaky breath and continues in broken but frantic French.)* **MARIE**: *(in hurried whispers)* C'était un homme... une voiture noire ... il était bizarre … **HUNTER:** (Frowning) What? A man…a car…? *(He leans closer, hoping to catch her words). * **(Marie looks terrified.)* **MARIE**: *(in French with increasing urgency)* Il regarde tout le monde... comme si il cherchait quelqu'un … je crois que c’était dangereux. ( He was looking at everyone…like he searching for someone…. I think it dangerous) **HUNTER:** (Muttering under his breath): Dangerous…? **(He pulls out a pen, scribbling frantically in the notepad.) * <b>MARIE**: *(in French)* Il m'a vu... il savait que je le regardais… **Hunter looks up at her. His face hardens.** **HUNTER:** You think he saw you? **(A shrill ring cuts through their conversation, piercing Marie’s fear and Hunter into focus.) * <b>MARIE**: *(in French)* Oui... * (Yes) *(He pulls out his phone with a grimace. He looks at the caller ID then back to her apologetically ) **HUNTER:** I gotta take this… but I need you stay here, okay? Someone might want what happened last night - or who they saw – hidden **Marie nods mutely.)* **(Hunter answers his phone)** <b>MARIE**: *(in French)* Je comprends … ( *Alright) **HUNTER:** (Into the Phone): Yeah… I’m on it. Be there in five...