**Voice Sheet** (Marie sits at a small table in the cafe, looking troubled. She is trying to focus on her camera, but her hands are shaking. Hunter approaches the table.) Hunter: Excuse me, did you take photos at the apple festival on Saturday? The one where the mayor disappeared? Marie: (unfazed by Hunter's gruff demeanor, speaking in French) Mon dieu, non! Je suis trop choquée. C'est arrivé juste ici, au fond de la rue, près du lac... (Translation: Good heavens, no! I'm too shocked. It happened just here, at the end of the street, near the lake...) Hunter: (confused) Sorry? Excuse me? Marie: (trying to calm down, speaking quickly in French) Est-ce que vous, je veux dire... que vous me demandez, vous me demandez de dire quelque chose? Hunter: (still none the wiser) Uh, yeah... sorry? What's going on? Can you slow down? Marie: (ैं. Marie: (stammering in French, struggling to translate) À-propos... ( Columbia ...) for... À- partjeur? Hunter: (skeptical) Okay, let me try to get something. Can you tell me... how did you happen to be at the festival? Marie: (scratching her head, speaking softly in French) Ou bien... venir ici avec mon appareil photo pour prendre les maisons... Hunter: (confused) Your camera? For the houses? Marie: (disappointed, shrugging) Oui... Hunter: (thoughtfully) Okay, got it. I'll... try to talk to the other photographers. (notices his phone on the table) Oh, excuse me. I gotta take this. (answers the phone, listening intently) What?! (Marie looks at Hunter, eager to continue their conversation, but he gets up and leaves to answer his phone call, not understanding a word of their previous conversation.) Marie: "Monsieur... attends!" (Mr... wait!)