Marie: "(Muttering to herself in French, staring at the small screen on her camera) C'est joli, mais... quelque chose ne va pas. C'est tout... faux." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter. Alborn Police Department. Mind if I have a moment?" Marie: "(Looks up, startled. She clutches her camera to her chest.) Oh! Je... je suis désolée." Hunter: "I'm asking folks about some unusual activity out near the old apple orchards on Tuesday night. You're often out there with your camera. Did you see anything?" Marie: "(Her eyes widen in fear. She shakes her head, speaking quickly in French.) Non... non, je ne veux pas de problèmes. Je n'ai rien vu. Hunter: "Ma'am, I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English? Any English at all?" Marie: "(Tears well up in her eyes. She gestures between them, frustrated.) Je ne comprends pas! Parlez-vous français? Non? Oh, mon Dieu... il faut que je parte." Hunter: "Whoa, hold on. Just calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to know if you saw anything... strange." (He mimes looking around with binoculars, then points in the direction of the orchards.) Marie: "(She seems to understand the gesture. Her trembling hand goes to her camera. She clicks through a few photos, her face pale.) Regardez... regardez ce que j'ai vu." Hunter: "(Leaning in, peering at the camera screen.) What is this? It's too dark. Is that... a car? When was this taken? The date? Can you show me the date on the photo?" Marie: "(She points frantically at the screen, her voice rising in panic.) C'était lui! L'homme de l'affiche! Il était là, avec... avec quelqu'un d'autre. Ils se disputaient." Hunter: "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're saying. Is this a person? Is that a person in the photo? Miss, this is important." Marie: "(Looking from the camera to his face, her expression desperate.) Il l'a poussée! J'ai vu! J'ai tout vu sur la photo! Je n'arrête pas de voir..." (She covers her mouth, sobbing quietly.) Hunter: "(His phone rings. He pulls it out, his eyes locked on the camera screen.) Damn it. (He answers the phone.) Hunter. ... Yeah, I'm with someone right now. ... What? ... I'm on my way. (He ends the call and sighs, running a hand over his face.)" Hunter: "Look, I have to go. Don't leave town. Okay? Just... stay here." (He pulls out a business card and slides it across the table.) "My card. Find someone who can speak English. A teacher, another student. Call me. Understood?" Marie: "(Stares at the card, then back at him, looking utterly lost and scared.) Il reviendra... Et alors? Que faire?"