Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAS4DENW0G05DXHX0DFSAV

## Voice Sheet: Scene - Alborn Cafe **Setting:** A small, brightly lit cafe in Alborn, MN. Afternoon light streams through the window. The scent of coffee and apple pie hangs in the air. **Characters:** Marie, Hunter --- **Marie:** (Eyes wide, fiddling nervously with her camera strap. Speaks rapidly, voice trembling slightly) *“Oh là là… C’est terrible, vraiment terrible. Je… je ne comprends pas. Elle était là, juste… là, et puis… plus rien. Disparue! Comme ça! Ça me fait peur, vous comprenez?”* **Hunter:** (Approaches Marie’s table, pulls up a chair without asking. He’s in plain clothes, but his posture is still ramrod straight.) “Excuse me, miss. You wouldn’t happen to have seen anything unusual around here yesterday afternoon, would you? Near the apple orchard?” **Marie:** (Looks up, startled. Her expression is a mix of fear and confusion. She repeats, slower but still urgently) *“Disparue… Elle est partie. Je l’ai vue près des pommiers, prendre des photos aussi, comme moi. Et puis… le silence. Juste le vent."* **Hunter:** (Frowning, clearly not understanding a word. He gestures towards the orchard) “Apple orchard? You saw someone at the apple orchard? Yesterday? Can you describe them?” **Marie:** (Frustrated, she gestures wildly with her hands, trying to convey the idea of vanishing. She points to herself, then to the imagined person, then snaps her fingers) *“Elle! Une femme! Elle était là, et… pouf! Comme ça! Je… je ne sais pas! C’était… étrange. Très étrange!”* **Hunter:** (Rubbing his chin. He's starting to get frustrated himself) "Look, I appreciate you trying to help, but I... I don't speak… whatever language that is. Do you speak English?" **Marie:** (Shakes her head vehemently, tears welling up in her eyes) *“Non. Je suis désolée. Je… je ne parle pas anglais. Je suis française, en échange. Je ne comprends rien à ce qui se passe ici!”* (She clutches her camera to her chest) *“Tout le monde a l'air si inquiet…*" **Hunter:** (Sighs, recognizing the panic in her eyes despite the language barrier) “French, huh? Okay. Okay. (He pauses, thinking) Look, just… did this woman look scared? Did you see anyone *with* her?” He points to himself, trying to convey “with." **Marie:** (Focuses on the gesture. She nods slightly, her voice softer) *“Non… pas de peur. Juste… concentrée… sur ses photos. Et personne. Seule. Comme moi.”* **Hunter:** (Nodding slowly. A flicker of something crosses his face.) “Okay. Alright…” **(Hunter’s phone rings, a harsh, insistent tone. He glances at the caller ID.)** **Hunter:** "Damn it." (Into the phone) "Hunter here... What? Another one?… Right. On my way.” (He hangs up, stands abruptly.) “Look, miss… I’m sorry about this. I gotta go. I really appreciate you trying to help.” He hesitates, clearly wanting to ask more but knowing it’s futile. "Maybe... maybe someone here speaks French?" **Marie:** (Looking lost and frightened. She simply shakes her head again, clutching her camera.) *“Je… je ne sais pas…”* --- **Notes for Actors:** * **Marie:** Needs to convey genuine fear and distress. Her French should be fast, emotional and slightly panicked. She’s deeply unsettled by what she witnessed. Her photography is a comfort to her, so she keeps fiddling with the camera. * **Hunter:** Must maintain his grim, no-nonsense demeanour. His increasing frustration should be subtle but present. He needs to project that he *needs* information, but is being blocked by the language barrier.