Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF0JEWD11XWHHHTSNPZYAK

**Voice Sheet: Cafe Confrontation** **Marie:** *(Tears welling, voice trembling)* "Je... je ne sais pas... pourquoi... pourquoi ça arrive? C'est... c'est trop... trop horrible." *(I... I don't know... why... why does this happen? It's... it's too... too horrible.)* *(She clutches her camera bag tightly, avoiding Hunter's gaze, her French laced with raw fear and confusion.)* **Hunter:** *(Leaning in slightly, brow furrowed, trying to catch her words)* "What? What happened? You look... shaken. Speak English? Please?" *(His voice is low, urgent, but his expression is pure confusion. He gestures vaguely towards the door, trying to get her to elaborate, but his French is non-existent.)* **Marie:** *(Shakes her head violently, tears spilling over)* "Non! Je parle français! Je suis étudiante! Je ne comprends pas l'anglais!" *(No! I speak French! I'm a student! I don't understand English!)* *(She points frantically at her camera, then at the window, her gestures desperate and disjointed.)* **Hunter:** *(Eyes widening slightly in dawning horror, realizing the language barrier)* "Oh. Oh, right. Sorry. Uh... the disappearances? The news? You... you know something?" *(He tries a simpler approach, using very basic English and pointing at the local newspaper he's holding, which has a headline about the latest disappearance. His tone is now a mix of professional urgency and growing concern.)* **Marie:** *(Nods frantically, her French becoming more urgent)* "Oui! Oui, je... je vois... des choses... des images... dans ma tête... comme un cauchemar." *(Yes! Yes, I... I see... things... images... in my head... like a nightmare.)* *(She gestures wildly, mimicking a shadowy figure or a sudden disappearance, her voice rising in pitch. She looks utterly terrified.)* **Hunter:** *(Stares at her, processing the fragmented French and frantic gestures. His marine training kicks in – he needs information, but this is impossible. He pulls out his phone, his face grim)* "Hold on. Hold on. I need to call this in. Stay here. Don't move." *(He ends the call abruptly, his voice clipped. He turns back to her, his confusion replaced by a cold, focused intensity. He points at her camera)* "Show me. Show me what you see." *(His demand is sharp, cutting through the language barrier with sheer force of will and professional necessity.)* **Marie:** *(Eyes wide with a mix of fear and reluctant trust, she fumbles with her camera strap)* "Mais... mais je ne sais pas... je ne peux pas... c'est trop..." *(But... but I don't know... I can't... it's too much...)* *(She hesitates, then slowly, shakily, begins to show him photos on her camera screen, her French a rapid, distressed murmur about "dark places" and "sudden silence". Hunter leans in, his face unreadable, the language barrier momentarily forgotten as he stares at the images, his own confusion deepening into a chilling resolve.)*