Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFKK3XD1M1J9ARSTFCJ2X6S

**Voice Sheet: Cafe Scene** **Location:** *The Apple Seed Cafe, Alborn, MN. Morning light slants through the front window, illuminating dust motes. Marie sits alone at a small table, her vintage camera resting in her hands. She’s gently wiping the lens with a soft cloth, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration.* **Hunter:** *(Approaches the table, his boots making a soft thud on the wooden floor. He holds up a small, laminated photo of a smiling woman.)* Excuse me, ma’am. Detective Hunter. You’re Marie, correct? The photography student? **Marie:** *(Looks up, startled. She gives a small, polite smile.)* Bonjour. Oui, c’est moi. **Hunter:** Right. I’m investigating the disappearance of Linda Carter. She was last seen at the Harvest Market, two booths down from the old church. Your program’s director said you take photos of the town square every morning. Did you take any shots last Tuesday? Specifically, around 10 AM? **Marie:** *(Her smile fades. She puts the cloth down and hugs the camera to her chest. Her voice is low and troubled, her French flowing quickly with a shaky edge.)* Oh, mon Dieu... Oui. La femme à la voix douce. Je l'ai photographiée. Elle souriait en achetant des pommes... mais ensuite... il y avait une ombre. **Hunter:** *(Leans in slightly, his expression shifting from professional to utterly perplexed. He frowns, processing the sounds but not the meaning.)* Ma’am? English, please. Did you see her? Was there someone with her? **Marie:** *(She blinks, realizing. She takes a breath and tries to switch to slow, broken English, struggling.)* The... the woman. With the smile. I make her picture. She was... happy. But... in the next photo... a shadow. A dark shape behind her. I did not see it... when I was there. Only now, looking. **Hunter:** A shadow? In the photo? Where is this photo now? Can you show me? **Marie:** On the... *(She taps the camera’s digital display.)* ...here. I was just... looking. It frightens me. In the first one, she is alone. In the next, the shadow is there. Like it... followed her? **Hunter:** I need to see those images. This is important evidence. Can you transfer them to me? **Marie:** *(Nods, her fingers trembling slightly as she navigates the camera menu.)* Oui. Of course. I... I did not think. I thought it was trick of light. But now... *(Hunter’s phone buzzes loudly on his belt. He answers it with a sharp, clipped tone, turning slightly away.)* **Hunter:** Hunter. *(Listens, his eyes narrowing.)* On my way. Don’t touch anything. *(Hangs up, his attention snapping back to Marie.)* Ma’am, I have to go. That was the sheriff. There’s been another incident. I need you to send those two photos—Linda Carter and the shadow image—to the number on this card. Immediately. And if you think of anything else... anything at all... you call me. **Marie:** *(Clutching the camera, she nods quickly, her eyes wide.)* Oui, monsieur. Je vais le faire. **Hunter:** *(Gives a curt nod, already moving toward the door.)* Stay in public places. And keep your phone on. *(He exits quickly, the bell above the door jangling. Marie sits frozen for a moment, staring at the empty space where he stood, then down at the unsettling image on her camera screen.)*