Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFEMHPE0ED7Z03BNP97WFB5

### Voice Sheet Marie: [muttering to herself as she scrolls through her camera’s photo roll, barely looking up from the table] “Si seulement quelqu’un ici pouvait me comprendre… J’ai tellement peur.” (If only someone here could understand me… I’m so scared.) Hunter: [pulls the chair across from her, flipping his detective badge briefly to get her attention, gruff but not unkind] “Excuse me. I’m Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s office. A witness said you were out at Pine Ridge Trail day before yesterday, the morning 19-year-old Mia Carter went missing. I need to ask you what you saw out there.” Marie: [jumps, slamming a hand over her camera’s screen, eyes wide with shock and fear] “Désolé, je ne parle pas anglais. Je ne peux pas… je ne peux pas expliquer ça à personne qui ne me comprend pas.” (Sorry, I don’t speak English. I can’t… I can’t explain this to anyone who can’t understand me.) Hunter: [frowning, leaning forward in complete confusion, waving a hand to signal he can’t parse her words] “Wait, slow down. I don’t speak any French. Can you point to what’s wrong? That camera you’re clutching—did you take photos on the trail? Can I look at them?” Marie: [voice trembling, flipping the camera screen around to show blurry shots of a white pickup truck and a man’s half-obscured face, chattering frantically] “C’est lui ! C’est l’homme qui l’a traînée dans ce camion ! Il m’a vu prendre les photos, j’ai entendu lui dire qu’il cherchait une fille avec un appareil photo comme le mien. Je ne peux pas sortir de chez moi sans avoir l’impression qu’il me suit.” (That’s him! That’s the man who dragged her into that truck! He saw me take the photos, I heard him say he was looking for a girl with a camera just like mine. I can’t leave my apartment without thinking he’s following me.) Hunter: [scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck, completely lost, fumbling for his phone to pull up a half-forgotten translation app he downloaded for the town’s annual apple festival] “Okay, hold on, I got a translator app somewhere, just let me pull it up and we can—” [Hunter’s work phone blares from his pocket, cutting him off. He snatches it up, barking a sharp greeting into the line] Hunter: “Sully? What’s the update? …You found Mia’s car abandoned at the old apple orchard on the edge of town? There’s blood on the driver’s seat? I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” [turns back to Marie, face tight with frustrated urgency, gesturing at the chair to signal she should stay put] “I’m so sorry, I have to run to an emergency. I’ll swing back with the high school’s French teacher in an hour, just don’t leave, okay? Stay here, you’ll be safe.” Marie: [watching him stand to leave, voice rising in panic, clutching her camera to her chest] “Attendez ! Ne me laissez pas ici seule ! Il est assis dehors, je l’ai vu attendre sur le trottoir il y a cinq minutes !” (Wait! Don’t leave me here alone! He’s sitting outside, I saw him waiting on the sidewalk five minutes ago!) Hunter: [already halfway out the cafe door, pausing to wave uselessly, still unable to understand a word she said] “I’ll be back as soon as I can! Stay put!”