INT. ALBORN SQUARE - DAY AT A QUIET CAFÉ, MELANIE (20s, confident, photographic) sits alone, studying her camera's images. A troubled sigh escapes her. Suddenly, HUNTER (30s, rugged, no-nonsense detective) strides up to her table. HUNTER (looking down at her) Hello there, miss. You're new here, right? M Melanie glances up, startled. In her native German: MELANIE Oh...uh...yes, I suppose I am. Just arrived. (fidgets with her camera) I'm only staying a short time. Hunter frowns, not understanding. He tilts his head. HUNTER Pardon me, but...could you repeat that? You speak German, yes? Melanie looks at him, confused. Then her face drops. MELANIE Oh - I'm sorry, I thought you meant...is it just you and me here? Hunter nods once. Melaine fidgets with her camera. HUNTER May I join you? I'm Hunter, Alborn's top detective. Mind if I ask you a few questions? Before she can protest, he sits down heavily in the chair across from her. Melaine looks mildly uncomfortable. MELANIE (hesitant) Meine Rede ist...I want to help, but nothing I say will make sense. I've only been here two days. Hunter nods inquisitively. Meliane continues, slowly. MELANIE But...I've noticed some...things. Had a bad feeling about it. About this town. The people. A troubled look passes across her face. She meets Hunter's gaze. He looks interested, but still doesn't understand the language. HUNTER I'm afraid I don't follow, Miss...? MELANIE (Reluctant) Melanie. Melane Schreiber. (She takes a deep breath) The strange looks. The way people talk to each other as if...as if something is going on. She shakes her head, dismissing the thought. But the worry lines around her eyes tell a different story. HUNTER ( domanda) I'm sorry, I still don't- Don't worry about it for now. You said you're a tourist? Just passing through? Melanie nods. MELANIE Ja, for the dat festival in Alborn. But I sense something is...not quite right here. Hunter ponders. Then, he looks up sharply as his phone lands in his pocket. With a glance, he silencing it. HUNTER Now, I'm afraid I must ask. Have you been taking many photos lately? I mean DEM FOTOGs... Melanie stares at him. Finally, Hunter gets frustrated and puts the phone to his ear. HUNTER (over speaker) Captain, I hate to leave in the middle, but I need an interpreter. Junger Mann, Ende 20-er Jahre, Photographie... Melanie 's eyes widen as she realizes he must mean her. Hunter turns his attention back to her. HUNTER Offenderdescription? Blond, etwa 175cm groß, schlanke... The phone keeps ringing. Hunter clicks it off . He looks at the screen: one missed call, an incoming message. HUNTER I've got to go. I'll be in touch later, through an interpreter. Hunter stands, shoves the phone in his pocket and I'll be in touch and strides towards the door. behind him, Melanie bites her lip, looking troubled. FADE OUT.