**Scene at the cafe** **Marie:** (sighing) Je ne comprends pas... comment cela est possible. (I don't understand... how is it possible.) **Hunter:** (confused) Excuse me? **Marie:** (shaking her head) Une autre disparition de nuit. Encore une jeune fille... disparue. (Another disappearance at night. Another young girl... missing.) **Hunter:** (furrowing his brow) What's going on? **Marie:** (using a combination of hands and French phrases to try to convey the story) Un garçon et une fille disparus ces trois jours. Personnes qui les ont vus apparaître dans les forêts... et plus jamais revus. (A boy and a girl disappeared three days ago. People who saw them appear in the woods... and never seen again.) **Hunter:** (getting frustrated) Ma'am, I appreciate what you're trying to tell me, but could you speak English? I don't understand what you're saying. **Marie:** (disheartened) Oh... je suis désolée... Je ne parle que le français. (Oh... I'm sorry... I only speak French.) **Hunter:** (pulls out his notebook) Look, I think I got something. ( mutters to himself) How does a person like this end up here? **Marie:** (concerned) Mon dieu, vous êtes détective. Vous devriez faire quelque chose. (My god, you're a detective. You should be doing something.) **Hunter:** (strides over to Marie) Hey, just calm down... I'm doing everything I can. (gets a call and excuses himself) (Marie remains sitting, looking anxious, while Hunter steps away to answer the phone)