Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFCENMJ00VZ8GA9XBZQ616J

### Voice Sheet: Alborn, MN Main Street Cafe, 2PM Marie: [scrolling through landscape photos on her camera, hunched over her iced coffee, unaware of Hunter’s approach] Hunter: [approaching the table, hand resting on his badge to signal he is law enforcement, no-nonsense tone sharp but not aggressive] "Ma’am, excuse me. I’m Detective Hunter with the St. Louis County Sheriff’s Department. I got a report you were out at the old Hanson apple orchard early this morning, taking photographs. That’s you?" Marie: [jumps, camera slipping in her hands, eyes wide and shaken, immediately responding in rapid, trembling French] "Vous m’avez fait peur ! Oui, j’étais là-bas. J’ai vu quelque chose d’horrible, quelque chose que je n’arrive pas à chasser de ma tête." Hunter: [blinks, completely lost, furrowing his brow as he pulls out the chair across from her] "Wait, hold on. I don’t speak a word of that. French, right? Do you know any English at all? Ma’am, I’m trying to ask you about the girl that went missing from the town’s apple festival last night. This is an active investigation." Marie: [fumbles to flip through her camera’s photos, holding the blurry screen up toward him, voice cracking as she rambles] "Regardez, j’ai pris une photo du camion gris caché derrière les pommiers. Il y avait un homme qui traînait une fille, elle portait un sweat rose comme tous ceux que les gens portent pour la fête ! Il m’a vu, j’ai couru avant qu’il ne puisse me rattraper, je ne savais pas quoi faire d’autre." Hunter: [leans forward, squinting at the grainy photo on her camera but still unable to parse a single word she says, pulling out a crumpled missing person flyer of 17-year-old Lila Mae Carter and holding it up between them] "I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying, please slow down. Is this the girl you’re talking about? Lila? Did you see her this morning at the orchard?" Marie: [gasps, slamming a hand over her mouth as she nods, pointing between the flyer and her camera’s screen, tears welling in her eyes] "C’est elle ! C’est bien la fille que j’ai vue ! J’aurais dû appeler la police tout de suite, j’avais trop peur qu’il me trouve si je parlais." Hunter: [runs a hand over his jaw, frustrated by the language barrier, opening his mouth to suggest bringing a translator when his work phone blares loudly in his jacket pocket] "Ma’am, I need to bring someone who can understand you tomorrow, this is too important to mess up—there’s a teacher at the elementary school who speaks French, I can grab her first thing—" Marie: [starts rambling faster, terrified that the man who took Lila can find her, French tumbling out in a panicked rush] "Il sait ce que je ressemble, il peut me retrouver n’importe où, je ne suis pas en sécurité ici ! Je ne voulais pas être mêlée à ça, je suis juste venue pour prendre des photos des paysages pour mon projet universitaire." Hunter: [fumbles his phone out, answers with a sharp greeting, listens for 30 seconds before cursing under his breath, shoving the phone back and grabbing his jacket] "Damn it, that’s my deputy—they just found the gray truck you described abandoned at the edge of the orchard, I have to get out there right now. I’m leaving my card right here on the table, I’ll be back with that translator first thing tomorrow, I swear. Stay inside, don’t talk to any strangers, okay? I’ll handle this." Marie: [stares after him, confused and still terrified, clutching her camera to her chest]