Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFK8FH2Z1FGGC388JHY1MZB

### Voice Sheet Marie: [softly muttering to herself in French as she zooms in on a blurry photo on her camera’s screen, doesn’t look up from the device at first] Hunter: "Ma'am, excuse me. Detective Hunter with the county sheriff's office. I noticed your camera—you wouldn't have been up at the old abandoned apple orchard overlook day before yesterday, would you? That's where Lila Martinez, one of this year's apple festival volunteers, was last seen. Lots of out-of-town photographers head up there to shoot fall foliage, so I'm canvassing everyone who might have been in the area." Marie: [jolts, looking up at Hunter with wide, shaken eyes, voice cracking] "Je—je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas l'anglais. J'ai vu quelque chose là-bas, ce jour-là. J'ai vu un homme attraper une fille, elle criait, il l'a traînée dans un camion noir. J'ai pris des photos mais il m'a vue, il a regardé droit vers ma voiture. Je ne sais pas quoi faire, je suis seulement ici pour étudier, je ne connais personne, je suis terrifiée." Hunter: [blinks, completely confused, leaning forward slightly to parse her tone, not recognizing a single word] "Wait, hold on, is that French? I don't speak any of that, I'm sorry. Can you slow down? Point to something? I need to know if you saw that girl, if you have info that can help us find her before someone else goes missing." Marie: [holds up her camera shakily, prodding the screen to show the blurry shot of the black truck, panic rising in her voice] "Regardez! C'est son camion, la plaque est sur la photo, je l'ai capturée! Vous devez arrêter cet homme, il va faire du mal à cette fille. Je suis venue ici pour prendre des photos de paysages, je n'ai jamais pensé que je verrais quelque chose d'aussi horrible. Pourquoi personne ne peut me comprendre?" Hunter: [runs a hand over his jaw, frustrated, fumbling in his pocket for his phone to look up a translator, no-nonsense edge creeping into his voice] "I can't understand a single word you're saying, ma'am. I can pull up an app but cell service is garbage out here. Do you know anyone who speaks English that can meet you here in the next hour? This is the third disappearance in a month, I can't waste any time if you have evidence." Marie: [blinks back tears, wrapping her arms tight around her camera to her chest] "Je veux rentrer chez moi en France. Je n'aurais jamais dû venir dans cette petite ville, cette fête de la pomme est censée être heureuse mais il se passe des choses terribles. Je suis seule, je n'ai personne pour m'aider." Hunter: [about to open a translator app when his work phone blares, he yanks it out to answer, his face going tight] "Hunter. What? Another one? At the main square festival setup? Shit, I'm on my way." [shoves his phone back, leans over the table quickly, harried] "Ma'am, I am so sorry, I have to run right now. If you can get to the sheriff's office by noon tomorrow, we have a French volunteer who works the front desk, she can translate. I'll come find you as soon as I can, okay?" [grabs his jacket and jogs out of the cafe before Marie can respond]