Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8Q2915CGFA9CT40AH0TG9

**VOICE SHEET: SCENE – THE CAFÉ CONFRONTATION** **Setting:** A quaint, sunlit café in Alborn, MN. The hum of conversation and clinking dishes fills the air. Marie sits at a small table, her camera open beside her, her fingers tracing the lens with a distant, troubled expression. Hunter, in his rumpled jacket, leans against the table across from her, arms crossed. --- ### **DIALOGUE** **Hunter:** *(clears throat, then speaks slowly, enunciating each word)* "Excuse me. Madame?" **Marie:** *(startled, looks up, then sighs, switching to French)* "Oui? *(Yes?)" *(She looks around, then back at Hunter, her eyes wide with unease.)* **Hunter:** *(frustrated, trying to keep his tone neutral)* "I’m Detective Hunter. I need to ask you about something that happened here in town." **Marie:** *(her voice trembling slightly)* "Quoi? *(What?)" *(She clutches her camera tighter, her knuckles white.)* **Hunter:** *(ignoring the language barrier, pressing on)* "A woman disappeared last night. You didn’t see anything?" **Marie:** *(her breath hitches, eyes darting around the café)* "Non… *(No…)" *(She swallows hard.)* "Je… je ne sais pas. *(I… I don’t know.)" *(Her voice cracks.)* **Hunter:** *(leaning in slightly, lowering his voice)* "Did you hear anything? A fight? A car? Anything?" **Marie:** *(whispers, shaking her head)* "Non… *(No…)" *(She looks down at her camera, then back up, her expression haunted.)* "Mais… *(But…)" *(She hesitates.)* "Je… je prends des photos. *(I… I take photos.)" *(She gestures to her camera.)* "Je… je suis là quand les gens ne le sont pas. *(I’m there when people aren’t.)"* **Hunter:** *(frowning, confused)* "…What?" **Marie:** *(frustrated, her voice rising slightly)* "Je… je capture les choses que les autres ne voient pas. *(I… I capture things that others don’t see.)" *(She exhales sharply.)* "Hier soir… *(Last night…)" *(She closes her eyes briefly.)* "J’ai vu quelque chose. *(I saw something.)"* **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, voice firm)* "Tell me." **Marie:** *(whispers, her hands trembling)* "Une femme… *(A woman…)" *(She looks around again, paranoid.)* "Elle… elle marchait près de la rivière. *(She… she was walking near the river.)" *(She swallows.)* "Puis… puis elle a disparu. *(Then… then she disappeared.)"* **Hunter:** *(standing up abruptly, voice low)* "Where?" **Marie:** *(pointing toward the window, her voice breaking)* "Là-bas. *(Over there.)" *(She gestures outside, toward the river.)* "Derrière les arbres. *(Behind the trees.)"* **Hunter:** *(muttering, already pulling out his phone)* "Damn it." *(He glances at Marie, then back at his phone, typing quickly.)* "You sure it was last night?" **Marie:** *(nodding frantically)* "Oui. *(Yes.)" *(She reaches into her bag, pulling out her camera.)* "Je l’ai photographiée. *(I photographed her.)" *(She flips through the photos, her fingers flying.)* "Regardez. *(Look.)"* **Hunter:** *(squinting at the screen, then gasping)* "Jesus…" *(He steps back, rubbing his temples.)* "That’s her. The missing woman." **Marie:** *(whispers, horrified)* "Elle est partie… *(She’s gone…)" *(She looks up at Hunter, her eyes filled with fear.)* "Qui l’a prise?" **Hunter:** *(shaking his head, already dialing)* "I don’t know. But I’m going to find out." *(He hesitates, then adds in broken French, trying to soften his tone.)* "Vous êtes en danger, madame. *(You’re in danger, ma’am.)"* **Marie:** *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Non… *(No…)" *(She looks down at her camera, then back up, determined.)* "Je dois prendre plus de photos. *(I have to take more photos.)"* **Hunter:** *(grabbing her wrist gently)* "Stay inside. Stay safe." **Marie:** *(pulling away, her voice firm)* "Je ne peux pas. *(I can’t.)" *(She looks at him, her eyes steady.)* "Je suis photographe. *(I’m a photographer.)"* **Hunter:** *(sighing, frustrated but understanding)* "Fine. But call me if you see anything else." *(He pulls out a card, scribbling his number on it in French.)* "Voilà. *(Here.)"* **Marie:** *(taking the card, nodding)* "Merci. *(Thank you.)"* **Hunter:** *(standing up, already walking away)* "Stay alert." **Marie:** *(watching him go, then turning back to her camera, her expression resolute)* "Je le ferai. *(I will.)"* *(Hunter’s phone rings—he answers, already moving toward his car. Marie exhales sharply, then picks up her camera, her fingers trembling as she prepares to capture more of Alborn’s secrets.)* --- **END SCENE.**