Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB80SHSK7RF92DJCE70KV5

Okay, here's a voice sheet for the scene, aiming for that cozy mystery vibe – a touch of suspense, a healthy dose of misunderstanding, and a hint of the charming oddness of rural Minnesota. **Scene: The Maple Leaf Cafe - Alborn, MN** **Setting:** The Maple Leaf Cafe, Alborn. It’s a small, slightly worn-down space with red vinyl booths and the comforting aroma of coffee and cinnamon rolls. Outside, the leaves are just starting to turn a brilliant orange and red. **Characters:** Marie, Hunter --- **VOICE SHEET** **(Sound: Gentle clinking of mugs, quiet chatter in the background)** **1. MARIE:** (Looking intently at her camera, a slight frown creasing her brow. She’s fiddling with the settings.) “Pardon… pardon, monsieur. C’est… c’est difficile. J’ai vu… la vieille Madame Dubois… hier soir. Elle était… elle était assise sur le banc près du fleuve. Et puis… elle n'était plus là. Juste… partie. Comme si elle s'était dissoute. J'avais pris une photo… juste avant.” (She gestures vaguely at the camera, clearly distressed) “Je... je ne comprends pas. C’est… angoissant.” **2. HUNTER:** (Approaches her table, leaning slightly against the counter. He’s impeccably dressed in a worn leather jacket and jeans, looking a bit out of place in the cafe. He speaks directly, no pleasantries.) “Ma’am? You seem a little shaken. I'm Detective Hunter. I'm asking about the Dubois disappearance. You were near the river yesterday?” **3. MARIE:** (Startled, she drops her camera slightly. Her voice is shaky, heavily accented.) “Disparition? Oui… Oui, je... Je suis étudiante. Je suis ici pour… la photographie. Mais… mais Madame Dubois… elle est une dame bienveillante. Elle vend des pommes. Des pommes délicieuses! Et puis... Elle était seule. Et... et le soleil... il était bas. Et... (She trails off, struggling for words) C'était... étrange.” (She clutches her camera tightly.) **4. HUNTER:** (Furrows his brow, completely dumbfounded. He repeats the last sentence slowly, emphasizing the word "étrange.") “Strange? You said ‘strange’. Can you… can you describe what was strange?” He pulls out a small notepad and pen, clearly trying to understand. **5. MARIE:** (Her voice rises in agitation, French becoming more pronounced.) "Non, non, il n'y a pas de mots! C’est l'absence! Le vide! Il n'y avait plus de Madame Dubois ! Elle était là. Une seconde. Puis... rien! Comme si elle avait été aspirée par le fleuve! Je... je n'arrive pas à l'expliquer! Il y avait... une ombre. Une ombre inhabituelle. Non, non, je ne sais pas.” (She shakes her head emphatically and takes a shaky sip of her coffee.) **6. HUNTER:** (Looks utterly bewildered. He scratches his head, then gestures vaguely at the camera.) “You… took a photograph? Of this? Of… the shadow?” (He glances around the cafe, searching for context.) **7. MARIE:** (Frustrated, she points to the camera with a pleading look.) “Oui! La photo! Elle montre... l'endroit! Là! Regardez! (She tries to show him the screen, fiddling with the camera). C'est... c'est la preuve!” **8. HUNTER:** (Takes the camera hesitantly, glances at the image – a slightly blurry shot of the riverbank – and shakes his head again.) "It's just a riverbank, ma'am. Lots of riverbanks." (He sighs, clearly at a loss.) **(Sound: A phone rings loudly. Hunter glances at the caller ID and pulls out his phone.)** **9. HUNTER:** (Into the phone, gruffly.) 'Yeah?… Oh, good. It's Sergeant Miller. Listen, I’m on a lead… Yes, I'm working the Dubois case… Look, just give me a minute.’ (He speaks in terse, professional tones, clearly focused.) **10. MARIE:** (Watches him, worry etched on her face. She whispers to herself in French, barely audible.) “Il ne comprend rien. Il ne comprend absolument rien.” **11. HUNTER:** (After a brief, intense conversation on the phone.) “Miller tells me there's a witness… near the old mill. Shoot. (He sighs, puts the phone away. Looks back at Marie with a quick, apologetic glance.) “Sorry, ma'am. Duty calls. Just... be careful.” He stands up, quickly gathers his jacket. **12. MARIE:** (Quietly, with a hint of sadness.) "Adieu, monsieur. J'espère... que vous trouverez Madame Dubois." (She looks down at her camera, her expression troubled.) **(Sound: Hunter's footsteps moving away, fading into the background chatter. A single, mournful note from a nearby accordion)** --- Would you like me to refine any aspect of this scene, perhaps adding a specific element of the mystery or fleshing out a particular interaction?