Marie: "..." Hunter: "Ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am." Marie: "Pardon? Je... je ne comprends pas." Hunter: "I'm Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearance of Mr. Abernathy. We have a report you were seen near the old apple orchard this morning." Marie: "Le verger? Oui, ce matin... C'était... Oh, mon Dieu." Hunter: "Right. Okay. Do you speak any English? English?" Marie: "Anglais? Non, non... Je suis désolée. Français." Hunter: "Great. Well, this is going to be fun. Look, I just need to know what you saw. You seem upset about something." Marie: "Bouleversée? Oui! C'était horrible! L'homme, il était là, et puis... plus rien. Comme... comme un fantôme!" Hunter: (Sighs, rubs his temples) "I'm getting 'horrible' and 'man.' That's a start. Were you taking pictures? Your camera." Marie: (Clutches her camera tighter) "Mon appareil? Oui, je... j'essayais de prendre le lever du soleil sur les pommiers." Hunter: "Can I see it? The camera. The pictures. Photo?" (He makes a clicking gesture with his hand like he's taking a picture). Marie: (Hesitates, then seems to understand. She carefully navigates to her photos, her hands trembling.) "Les photos... oui. Regardez. Le soleil..." Hunter: "Yeah, that's real nice. Sunrise. What about after the sunrise? Did you take any more pictures? Of the man?" Marie: "L'homme... Je... j'ai eu si peur. J'ai couru. Mais... j'ai entendu un bruit. J'ai tourné et... clic." (She mimes a quick, panicked camera click). Hunter: "You took a picture of the noise? Ma'am, I need to see *that* photo." Marie: (Flinches as she scrolls past several beautiful landscape shots to the last one. The image is blurry, chaotic. A flash of a dark coat disappearing behind a tree.) "Voilà... Ce n'est rien. C'est flou. J'avais peur." Hunter: "Let me see that. Hold it still." (He leans in, squinting at the small screen.) "What the hell is that? Is that a piece of his jacket?" Marie: "Je ne sais pas! Je ne sais pas! C'était trop rapide! S'il vous plaît, je ne veux pas de problèmes." Hunter: (His phone buzzes loudly. He pulls it out with a frustrated grunt.) "Hunter... Yeah?... Where, exactly?... Okay. Seal it off. I'm ten minutes out. Don't let anyone near it." Marie: "..." Hunter: (Hangs up, his focus entirely shifted. He looks back at Marie, then points a firm finger at her, then at the table.) "You. Stay. Here. Got it? Ne bougez pas. I'll find someone who speaks... whatever it is you're speaking. Don't go anywhere."