Marie: (murmuring to herself, fiddling with her camera) « Ce n’est pas possible… Je l’ai vu… C’était là… » Hunter: (approaching the table, flashing his badge) "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened last night?" Marie: (startled, clutching her camera) « Je… Je ne comprends pas… Qu’est-ce que vous voulez ? » Hunter: (brows furrowing, slower and louder as if that will help) "Were you here? Did you see anything unusual down by the river near midnight?" Marie: (pale, shaking her head) « Non, non, je ne veux pas—c’était terrible, je n’ai rien compris… Il faisait noir, j’ai seulement pris des photos… » (She gestures weakly to the camera.) Hunter: (confused, blinking) "Uh… okay, slow down. I… I don’t understand. English? Do you speak English?" Marie: (stuttering, hugging her camera to her chest) « Je ne parle pas anglais… Je suis désolée… » Hunter: (sighing, running a hand over his face) "Great. Do you… photos? Did you get pictures? Camera?" (He points at her camera, miming taking a photo.) Marie: (hesitates, then nods quickly) « Oui, des photos… La caméra… j’ai tout ici… » (She starts to tear up, voice trembling.) « Je ne sais pas quoi faire… » Hunter: "Listen, I'm going to need to see those, okay? Pictures. Please. Pictures." (He gestures kindly, but growing frustrated.) Marie: (fumbles with her camera, scrolling to a series of photos, offering it with shaking hands) « Regardez… mais je ne veux pas de problèmes… » Hunter: (leans over, squinting at the camera screen, trying to make sense of the photos, then frowns as his phone rings) "Yeah, Hunter. Uh-huh… I'll be right there." (He looks at Marie apologetically.) "Just… stay here. I’ll come back. Don’t go anywhere, okay?" Marie: (nods nervously, gripping her camera) « Je vais rester… » Hunter: (backing away, muttering) "Why can’t anything be simple around here…" [Hunter exits, leaving Marie at the table, visibly shaken.]