Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFFV1PNTH2ZGZ261ZJJAGR6

# Voice Sheet **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Miss? Hi — I'm Detective Hunter. Mind if I sit down for a second?" *Marie looks up from her camera, startled. She blinks at him uncertainly.* **Hunter:** "I'm just asking around town about what happened at the Miller orchard Friday night. You were out there, right? Some folks said they saw you with your camera near the south fence line." **Marie:** "...Oh. Oui, j'étais là... j'ai pris des photos du coucher de soleil. Pourquoi... pourquoi me demandez-vous ça ? Vous êtes policière ?" *Hunter shifts uncomfortably on the bench across from her, catching nothing beyond the word "police" in her tone.* **Hunter:** "Right. So, I don't — I don't understand French. Do you speak any English at all?" *Marie shakes her head slowly, her expression tightening.* **Marie:** "Non, je ne parle pas anglais. Pardonnez-moi. Est-ce que... est-ce que quelque chose s'est passé au verger ? J'ai entendu des cris ce soir-là, mais je n'ai rien vu... je ne voyais rien, tout était trop sombre..." *Her voice cracks on the last word. Her fingers grip the edges of her camera tightly, knuckles pale.* **Hunter:** "Whoa, okay — hey, slow down. I can't understand you. Are you... are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." **Marie:** "Je vais bien. Non — non, je ne vais pas bien. Ce que j'ai entendu... quelque chose ne va pas dans cette ville, n'est-ce pas ? Je le sens. Je l'ai toujours senti depuis que je suis arrivée." *She presses her palm flat against her chest, breathing hard. Her eyes glisten.* **Hunter:** "Miss, I really need you to — look, is there someone around here who can translate? A friend? Anyone?" *Marie stares at him helplessly, opening her mouth to respond, then closing it again. She looks down at the camera screen, scrolling through photos with trembling hands.* **Marie:** "...La photo suivante. Regardez." *She turns the camera to face him. On the screen, a dark, blurred figure stands at the edge of the orchard treeline — barely visible but unmistakably present.* **Hunter:** "What the — when did you take this? What am I looking at?" **Marie:** "C'était après les cris. Juste après. Je ne savais pas ce que c'était... maintenant, je crois que je sais." *Hunter leans in, studying the screen. Before he can respond, his phone buzzes on the table. He glances at the caller ID and winces.* **Hunter:** "Ah — I have to take this. Don't go anywhere, okay? Don't — stay right here." *He lifts the phone to his ear as he stands.* **Hunter:** "Yeah, this is Hunter... What do you mean another one? Since when? ...Where was she last seen?" *He pinches the bridge of his nose, already walking toward the door. Marie watches him go, then looks back down at her camera, whispering to herself.* **Marie:** "...Je devrais rentrer à la maison. Je devrais retourner en France." *She hugs the camera to her chest. Outside the cafe window, the sun is setting over the apple orchard, and the treeline is beginning to darken.*