Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94J7R8VP56853HSQCHDBPQ

Here is the scene dialogue as a voice sheet: **Marie:** (Looks up from her camera, her brow furrowed in concentration as she reviews a golden hour shot of the apple trees. She sips her latte.) **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am? Do you have a moment?" **Marie:** (Startled, she looks up, her clear blue eyes widening slightly. She doesn't understand the words, but the tone and uniform suggest authority. She nods cautiously.) **Hunter:** "I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I was hoping you might have seen or heard anything unusual regarding the recent events in town. Specifically, around the orchard yesterday afternoon? Has anything seemed... off?" **Marie:** (Her face pales instantly. Her coffee cup clatters softly against the saucer. Her eyes, previously calm, now dart with a panicked energy. She grips her camera bag strap tightly.) "Oh mon Dieu! C'est... c'est terrible! Les disparitions... C'est effrayant! Tout le monde est si inquiet. Le maire... il dit n'importe quoi! C'est un cauchemar éveillé!" **Hunter:** (Confusion flickers in his eyes. He understands the distress, but not a single word.) "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't... I don't follow. Could you speak English, perhaps? Anything you saw, even small, could be important." **Marie:** (Shakes her head, her hand trembling as she gestures vaguely towards the town beyond the cafe window.) "Non, non, Monsieur. Je... je ne parle pas anglais. Je suis désolée. Mais les disparitions... C'est si triste. La pauvre jeune fille..." **Hunter:** (Frustration begins to crease his brow. He switches tactics, speaking slowly and clearly, hoping she might catch a word or two, or at least the intent from his gestures.) "Did you... *see* anything? Anything strange? Near the *apples*? The *trees*?" **Marie:** (Understands 'apples' and 'trees' in context perhaps, and definitely 'strange'. Her expression becomes even more haunted. She nods vigorously, then shakes her head again, a conflict of wanting to communicate and the inability to do so.) "Oui, oui! C'est très étrange! Le silence... puis... puis le vent. Et puis... plus rien. Personne ne sait! C'est de la folie!" **Hunter:** "Mademoiselle, I need you to try and tell me. Did you *witness* something? Were you *near* the scene?" **Marie:** (Her eyes are wide, reflecting fear. She presses a hand to her chest, as if holding back emotion.) "J'étais... j'étais là. Avec mon appareil photo. Mais... ce n'était pas bon. Le sentiment... J'ai eu peur." **Hunter:** "You were there? What did you see? Tell me, please. Anything at all." **Marie:** (Shakes her head, her eyes welling up slightly, a silent plea for him to understand her distress, not just her words.) "Je ne peux pas! Je... je ne peux pas dire les mots justes. C'est lourd. Très lourd. La peur... ici." **Hunter:** "Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Can you... can you draw it? Or point to something on a map? Is there anyone with you who speaks English?" **Marie:** (Her gaze drops. She shakes her head.) "Non. Personne. Je suis seule ici. Et j'ai peur." **Hunter:** "Look, I know this is difficult. We have to figure out what happened. Any detail, no matter how small, could help us find answers. You said you were there with your camera. Did you... did you *photograph* anything?" **Marie:** (Her eyes widen again, a new kind of fear mixed with a flicker of understanding. She looks at her camera, then back at Hunter, then quickly away. The question clearly hits a nerve.) "Les photos... oui. Mais... ce n'était pas pour ça. C'était les paysages! Pas les horreurs! Je... je ne sais pas." **Hunter:** (His phone rings, a sharp, insistent buzz. He glances at the caller ID, his expression hardening. He lets out a frustrated breath.) "Damn it. Excuse me." (He holds up a finger, signaling 'one moment', and steps away to answer the call, his voice dropping to a low, intense murmur.) **Marie:** (Watches him go, her entire body still tensed, clutching her camera like a lifeline. She remains troubled, shaken, the conversation having only amplified her distress.) **Hunter:** (Finishes his call, looking even more grim. He returns to the table, his demeanor shifting from focused detective to urgent professional.) "Look, I have to go. Something just came up. This isn't over. We need to talk more. Do you... do you frequent this cafe? Can I find you here?" **Marie:** (She understands the 'go' and 'cafe' and the urgency in his voice. She nods a little, still visibly shaken.) "Oui... Je... je suis souvent ici." **Hunter:** "Okay. I'll... I'll be back. Or I'll send someone who speaks French. Don't go anywhere. Please." (He gives her a final, questioning look, then turns and strides out of the cafe, a man on a mission.) **Marie:** (Watches him leave, her hand instinctively reaching again for her camera, her troubled gaze lingering on the street outside.)