Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TZPPZEMN5Z1N630R9A0A9

**Voice Sheet** **Scene:** A cozy cafe in Alborn, MN. Marie is at a small table by the window, her camera in her hands as she scrolls through photos on the screen. Hunter enters, spots her, and approaches. **Marie:** (muttering to herself in French, looking at a photo) Mon Dieu... c'est impossible. Qu'est-ce que c'était? **Hunter:** (standing by her table) Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you were out by the old mill yesterday afternoon, taking pictures? **Marie:** (looks up, startled) Pardon? Je ne parle pas anglais. (I don't speak English.) **Hunter:** (sighs, pulls out a chair) Right. I was told you might have seen something. The mill. Yesterday. (He points in the direction of the mill, then mimics taking a picture.) **Marie:** (nods slowly, understanding the gesture) Ah, le moulin. Oui. J'étais là pour les paysages. (The mill. Yes. I was there for the landscapes.) (Her expression darkens.) Mais... il y avait quelque chose. (But... there was something.) **Hunter:** Something? What did you see? (He leans in, trying to read her expression.) **Marie:** (speaking rapidly, becoming agitated) Je ne sais pas! Une ombre, près de l'eau. J'ai pris une photo, mais... (I don't know! A shadow, near the water. I took a picture, but...) (She turns the camera to show him the image on the screen. It's a beautiful landscape of the millpond, but in the corner, blurred, is a dark, indistinct shape.) Regardez. Ce n'est pas clair. Et puis, j'ai entendu un cri. Un cri étouffé. (Look. It's not clear. And then, I heard a cry. A muffled cry.) **Hunter:** (studies the photo, then looks at her, completely lost) A cry? You heard someone? Man? Woman? **Marie:** (shakes her head, frustrated) Je ne comprends pas! (I don't understand!) (She takes a deep breath, tries to gesture.) Un cri. Comme ça. (A cry. Like this.) (She makes a short, distressed sound.) Et puis, plus rien. J'ai eu peur. Je suis partie. (And then, nothing. I was scared. I left.) **Hunter:** (rubs his temples) Okay. Okay. I need that photo. Can I...? (He reaches for the camera, but she pulls it back protectively.) **Marie:** Non! C'est mon travail. (No! It's my work.) **Hunter:** It could be important. For the investigation. **Marie:** (looks down at the camera, troubled) L'enquête... sur les disparitions? (The investigation... on the disappearances?) **Hunter:** (catches the word 'disparitions' - it's similar enough) Yes. The disappearances. **Marie:** (whispers, her face pale) Je pense... je pense que j'ai vu l'une d'elles. (I think... I think I saw one of them.) **Hunter:** (His phone rings loudly in his pocket. He grimaces, holds up a finger.) One second. (He answers.) Hunter... What? Where? I'm on my way. (He hangs up, stands abruptly.) I have to go. Stay here. Do not leave town. And... (he points at her camera) keep that safe. I'll be back with someone who speaks French. **Marie:** (watches him hurry out, then looks back at the haunting image on her camera screen, whispering) Restez en sécurité? Trop tard. (Stay safe? Too late.)