Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7XTJ982T0X5SAH75KGBX4

## Scene: Alborn Cafe - Voice Sheet **Setting:** A cozy, slightly worn cafe in Alborn, Minnesota. Afternoon light streams through the window. Marie is at a small table, meticulously cleaning her camera lens. Hunter enters, scanning the room with a practiced eye. **(SOUND:** Gentle clinking of mugs, quiet chatter, the soft jazz playing from a hidden speaker. )** --- **Marie:** (Whispering, tracing a finger over the lens) …et puis, il a juste disparu. Comme ça. (And then, he just disappeared. Like that.)…C'était…terrifiant. (It was…terrifying.) **Hunter:** (Approaching Marie’s table, badge briefly visible) Excuse me, miss? You wouldn’t happen to be…new in town, would you? I’m Detective Hunter. I'm looking into what happened with Old Man Hemlock. Seen anyone suspicious around here lately? **Marie:** (Jumps, startled, clutching her camera closer. Speaks rapidly, her voice trembling) Mais… Monsieur? Je… je ne comprends pas. (But…Sir? I…I don’t understand.) Qu'est-ce qui arrive? (What's happening?) Hemlock? Non, je ne connais personne ici! (Hemlock? No, I don't know anyone here!) **Hunter:** (Frowning, clearly lost.) Uh… right. You don’t speak English, do you? Look, this Hemlock fellow… gone missing. Happened yesterday. Just trying to get a sense of if anyone saw anything, any strangers… **Marie:** (Her eyes wide with fear, gestures wildly with her hands) Disparu? (Disappeared?) Tout le monde parle de ça... (Everyone's talking about it...) C'était un vieil homme gentil! (He was a kind old man!) J’étais près de la rivière hier…(I was near the river yesterday...)…et j’ai vu quelque chose… (and I saw something…) **Hunter:** (Raises an eyebrow, growing increasingly frustrated) River? Saw something? Look, I really need to know what that *something* was. Can you…slow down? Is there anyone here who speaks French? **Marie:** (Shakes her head vehemently, burying her face in her hands for a moment) Non, non, personne. (No, no, nobody.) C'était…des ombres… (It was… shadows…)…et une voiture noire. (and a black car.) Je ne me sens pas en sécurité…(I don’t feel safe…) **Hunter:** (Sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s getting nowhere.) Shadows and a black car. Great. Okay. Look, I appreciate you trying… but this isn’t getting me anywhere. **(SOUND:** Hunter’s phone buzzing. He glances at the caller ID.)** **Hunter:** (Into the phone, curtly) Hunter. Yeah… What? Another one?… Al Miller gone missing too? Dammit. Alright, I’m on my way. (To Marie, apologetically) Look, I gotta go. Sorry about this. I’ll… try to find someone who can translate. **Marie:** (Looks up, her expression pleading) S'il vous plaît… (Please…) Faites attention… (Be careful…) C'est dangereux ici. (It’s dangerous here.) **Hunter:** (Nods grimly, already halfway out the door) I intend to. (Muttering to himself) This is just…fantastic. (He exits the cafe.) ---