Marie: "..." Hunter: "..." Marie: "Ça ne vous regarde pas." (It doesn't concern you.) Hunter: "Look, I'm Detective Hunter. I saw you staring at that alleyway. You look like you've seen a ghost. Did you see something?" Marie: (Her hands tremble as she looks at the camera lens). "Je ne suis pas venue ici pour parler avec vous. Je ne parle pas votre langue." (I didn't come here to talk to you. I do not speak your language.) Hunter: "English? Okay, okay. Can I get you some help? Did you see someone lurking around here? Who took that photo you were just looking at?" Marie: "Ce n'était pas un quelqu'un." (It wasn't a someone.) "C'était... il n'avait pas de visage." (It was... it didn't have a face.) Hunter: "What? A mask? A costume? Did you take this?" Marie: "Oui, mais quand j'ai regardé la photo, il avait disparu. Il a traversé le mur en arrière-plan." (Yes, but when I looked at the photo, he had disappeared. He went through the wall in the background.) Hunter: (Staring at her camera screen, blinking). "He went through a wall? That’s not possible." Marie: "Peut-être pas pour vous, mais pour moi, il est parti." (Perhaps not for you, but for me, he left.) Hunter: (Sighs, rubbing his temples). "Okay, look. I need to catch this guy. I have a terrible headache trying to figure out what you're telling me. Do you have a phone? Can you write down what you saw? Just so I know what I'm looking for." Marie: (Pulls a pen and a napkin from her bag, scribbling quickly and sliding it across the table). "Lisez." (Read.) Hunter: (Reads the French words). "Le monde est... voilé. La vérité est... ailleurs." (The world is... veiled. The truth is... elsewhere.) Hunter: "Okay... 'Veiled world' and 'Truth elsewhere.' That’s... very poetic, but not exactly a crime report. Look, I'm sorry I have to run, I just got a call." *(Hunter's phone rings)* Hunter: "Hunter. ... I know. ... Yeah, I'm heading out now." Hunter: (Ends the call and looks apologetically at Marie). "I’m sorry. I have to go. Keep your head down. Don't leave this cafe, okay?"