Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXW1WPYXXZH3979MYAKRXX

### Voice Sheet Dialogue Marie: (voice trembling, rapid, laced with unbridled anxiety, speaking fluent, panicked French) Oh mon dieu, j’ai vu quelqu’un hier soir ! Un homme avec un sweat à capuche dans le parking du festival de la pomme, il traînait un sac lourd dans les bois. Il m’a regardée droit aux yeux, j’ai pris la photo tout de suite mais c’est tellement flou, je suis désolée, j’avais trop peur de bouger. Hunter: (blinking rapidly, his gruff detective tone faltering completely as he processes the unrecognizable French, tapping his police badge clipped to his jacket) Wait—hold on, I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. I asked about Lila Carter’s disappearance last night. Look, I don’t speak a single word of French. Can you slow down? I don’t understand a thing you’re saying. Marie: (deflating slightly before gesturing wildly to her camera’s LCD screen then toward the pine treeline outside the cafe’s front window, speaking even more rapid, frustrated French) Regardez ! Là-bas ! L’homme ! La photo ! Je l’ai prise hier soir, je peux vous montrer ! Hunter: (scratching the back of his neck, squinting at the blurry hooded figure on the camera screen Marie shoves toward him, totally bewildered) Okay, okay, let’s try this. Can you draw what you saw? Or point to someone here who can translate? I really need to get this down. Marie: (grabbing a napkin and ballpoint pen from the cafe counter, scribbling a messy hooded figure hauling a dark bundle, shoving the napkin at Hunter, speaking rapid French) Ça ! C’était lui ! Je jure que c’était lui ! Hunter: (nodding slowly, pretending to comprehend the scribbled drawing as he jots it into his notebook, then freezing as his cell phone rings loudly in his jacket pocket) One second. [answers phone, dropping into the sharp, clipped tone of a former marine] Hunter here... What? They found the abandoned duffel bag? Alright, I’m en route now. [hangs up, turning back to Marie, apologetic but rushed] Look, I’m so sorry, but we just got a critical lead. Can you leave your camera set to that photo? My partner will be by in an hour to take your official statement and get a digital copy. Thank you—you’ve been a huge help. Marie: (nodding weakly, staring back at the blurry photo on her camera, voice small and still shaken, French) Merci... Désolée de ne pas pouvoir faire mieux. Hunter: (slapping his notebook shut, grabbing his jacket lapels, hurrying toward the cafe door) No need to apologize, ma’am—you did exactly what you should have. I’ll be back soon. [exits abruptly]