Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1314H2ZQZNPW16GNW4AFH

**Voice Sheet: The Cafe Misunderstanding** **Marie:** "Oh, the light on the old mill roof was perfect this morning. Just soft and golden, like honey. I hope the shutter speed caught it before the clouds moved in." **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. Do you have a moment? I'm looking into the disappearance of a local resident near the orchards yesterday, and I noticed you were taking photos in that area around noon." **Marie:** *(Looking up, eyes wide and trembling slightly)* "Disparu? Oh mon Dieu, non... je ne comprends pas. J'étais juste là pour les pommes, pour le festival. C'était si calme, et puis j'ai entendu un cri, quelque part derrière les arbres. J'ai eu si peur que j'ai couru sans regarder en arrière. Je ne sais rien, je vous le jure!" **Hunter:** *(Frowning, leaning in closer)* "Ma'am, I need you to slow down. I don't speak... whatever that is. Is it Spanish? Look, did you see anyone? A man, a van, anything unusual?" **Marie:** *(Shaking her head vigorously, clutching her camera strap)* "Non, non, je ne parle pas anglais! Je suis désolée, je suis perdue ici. J'ai vu une ombre, c'est tout. Une grande ombre qui traînait quelque chose de lourd. S'il vous plaît, ne me faites pas de mal." **Hunter:** *(Sighing, rubbing his temple)* "Okay, okay. No harm intended. You saw a shadow? Dragging something? That's... actually helpful if I could understand a word you're saying. Do you have anyone here who speaks English? A professor, a friend?" **Marie:** *(Tears welling up, pointing at her camera)* "Photo? Voulez-vous voir la photo? Peut-être que vous comprendrez mieux avec l'image." *(She fumbles with the camera, trying to show him the display screen with shaking hands.)* **Hunter:** "Hold on, let me see that. *(He squints at the small screen)* Wait, is that a tire track in the mud near the tree line? And is that a jacket on the ground? Miss, this might be evidence. I need to get this down, but we have a serious language barrier here." **Marie:** "Oui, la veste! C'était bleu. Comme le ciel d'hiver. Pourquoi personne ne m'écoute? Je veux rentrer à l'auberge." **Hunter:** "Blue jacket. Got it. Look, I'm going to need to get a translator down here, or find someone at the college who can help. Just stay put, alright? Don't go wandering off near those orchards again." **Marie:** "Rester? Ici? Mais je dois développer ces photos... Je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites!" **Hunter:** *(His phone suddenly buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the caller ID and his expression tightens.)* "Damn it. That's the Sheriff. *(He stands up abruptly, tucking the phone into his pocket)* Look, miss, I have to take this. It might be another sighting. Stay right here. Do not move. I will send someone who speaks your language back immediately. Understood? Stay." **Marie:** *(Watching him back away, confused and distressed)* "Attendez! Où allez-vous? Ne me laissez pas seule!" **Hunter:** *(Already walking backward toward the door, phone pressed to his ear)* "Yeah, this is Hunter. I'm on my way. No, I found a witness, but she only speaks French. Yeah, French. Just get me a translator to the Main Street Cafe, ASAP. Over and out."