Here is the scene with the dialogue in a voice sheet format: **Scene: "A Troubling Encounter at the Cafe"** **Setting:** Cozy Café, Main Street, Alborn, MN. Warm afternoon sunlight streams through the windows. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air. **Characters:** * **Marie** (30), sitting alone at a small table by the window, scrutinizing her camera. * **Hunter** (35), approaching Marie's table, his expression a mix of curiosity and authority. **The Scene Unfolds:** Hunter approaches Marie's table, his eyes briefly scanning the café before focusing on her. **Voice Sheet:** | **Character** | **Dialogue** | | --- | --- | | **Hunter** | Excuse me, miss. Mind if I join you for a minute? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. | | **Marie** | *looks up, slightly startled, then returns to her camera*... (no response, doesn't seem to understand) | | **Hunter** | *repeats, slower and clearer* I'm Detective Hunter. I wanted to ask you a few questions about the strange occurrence at the apple festival last night. Did you witness anything unusual? | | **Marie** | *looks up, troubled and shaken* Oh mon dieu, ce qui s'est passé hier soir était effrayant! J'ai vu une personne qui a disparu juste sous mes yeux, près du stand de pomme. J'ai cru que c'était un jeu, mais personne ne rit plus après... *trails off, visibly distressed* | | **Hunter** | *looks confused, furrows his brow* I... sorry, could you please speak in English? I didn't quite catch that. | | **Marie** | *realizes the language barrier, becomes more flustered*... Comment vous expliquer? *tries to find the right words, struggles* Je... *gives up, throws her hands up in frustration* | | **Hunter** | *sympathetic, yet helpless* Okay, okay. Let's take a deep breath here. *pulls out a notebook* Can you... *draws a simple sketch of a person disappearing*...did you see something like this? | | **Marie** | *nods vigorously, pointing to the sketch* Oui, oui! Comme ça! *begins to gesticulate, trying to convey her experience* | | **Hunter** | *nods, though clearly not understanding the details* Alright... *glances at his watch, then his phone, which starts ringing* Excuse me, miss... *stands up to take the call* Hunter. *listens for a moment* Alright, on my way. *to Marie* I'm sorry, I have to go. *hands her a business card* If you could... *mimes writing or calling*...thank you. | | **Marie** | *watches him leave, still looking troubled, whispers to herself* Que faire maintenant?... *sighs, looks down at the business card*