Here is the scene: Marie sat at the small cafe, nursing a cup of coffee and staring at her camera with a mixture of frustration and concern. Hunter, a rugged-looking detective in his mid-30s, approached her table. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice firm but polite. Marie looked up, startled, and shook her head. "Non, pas du tout," she replied, her French accent thick and rich. Hunter sat down, his eyes scanning the camera equipment in front of her. "You're a photographer, I take it?" he asked, trying to break the ice. Marie nodded, her eyes clouding over. "Oui, je fais de la photographie de paysage," she said, her voice troubled. Hunter leaned in, his expression serious. "I'm investigating a recent disappearance in the town. A young woman went missing during the apple festival. Did you happen to see anything unusual that night?" Marie's eyes widened, and she responded in a rush of French, her words spilling out in a frantic tone. "J'ai vu quelque chose de bizarre ce soir-là, mais je ne sais pas si c'est lié à la disparition. J'ai pris des photos, mais je ne sais pas si elles seront utiles..." Hunter's expression grew increasingly confused as Marie spoke, his eyes squinting in concentration. "I...I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand what you're saying," he admitted, his voice firm but frustrated. Marie's face fell, and she slowed her speech, trying to find simpler words to convey her message. "Je suis désolée...Je peux montrer les photos?" Just as it seemed like they were getting somewhere, Hunter's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He stood up, apologetic. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have to take this. Excuse me." Marie nodded, watching as Hunter strode away, feeling a sense of unease and disconnection. Here is the dialogue as a voice sheet: Marie: "Non, pas du tout." Hunter: "You're a photographer, I take it?" Marie: "Oui, je fais de la photographie de paysage." Hunter: "I'm investigating a recent disappearance in the town. A young woman went missing during the apple festival. Did you happen to see anything unusual that night?" Marie: "J'ai vu quelque chose de bizarre ce soir-là, mais je ne sais pas si c'est lié à la disparition. J'ai pris des photos, mais je ne sais pas si elles seront utiles..." Hunter: "I...I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand what you're saying." Marie: "Je suis désolée...Je peux montrer les photos?" Hunter: "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have to take this. Excuse me."