Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8V546KCVSYPYQ1GSGXNF7

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café Encounter in Alborn, MN** *(Sounds of gentle café ambiance: distant chatter, clinking cups, a coffee grinder. Marie sits at a small corner table, intently scrolling through photos on her camera, her expression growing uneasy. Hunter enters, badge faintly visible under his jacket. He approaches Marie with a calm but direct demeanor.)* --- **Hunter:** Ma’am, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? *(Marie looks up startled, instinctively holding her camera close. She sees Hunter’s serious expression, hesitates.)* **Marie:** …Je… je ne parle pas anglais. Je suis désolée. *(I… I don’t speak English. I’m sorry.)* *(She shakes her head slightly, eyes wide, still disturbed—something she saw through her lens earlier is weighing on her.)* **Hunter:** …Sorry, I don’t speak French. Uh… English? You understand? *(Marie tilts her head slightly, frowning, trying to catch meaning in his tone. She gestures helplessly at her camera.)* **Marie:** J’ai photographié quelque chose… près du verger. Ce matin. Il y avait… une voiture. Abandonnée. Et des traces… comme si on avait tiré quelque chose. Dans les bois. *(I photographed something… near the orchard. This morning. There was… a car. Abandoned. And tracks… like something was dragged. Into the woods.)* *(She pantomimes pulling something heavy, then points toward the window, toward the edge of town.)* **Hunter:** *(Leans in, intrigued now. Slow, deliberate tone.)* Orchard? Car? You saw a car? In the woods? *(Marie nods quickly, then flips through her camera screen and shows him a photo — an old sedan half-hidden by overgrown brush, tire marks veering off the dirt path into the trees.)* **Marie:** Oui. Là-bas. Et personne… personne n’était autour. C’était… trop silencieux. *(Yes. There. And no one… no one was around. It was… too quiet.)* **Hunter:** *(Eyes narrowing at the photo. Takes it seriously.)* That’s… that’s important. You didn’t touch anything? *(Marie shakes her head, emphatic.)* **Marie:** Non. J’ai eu peur. J’ai couru. *(No. I was afraid. I ran.)* *(Hunter nods, respect in his gaze. He pulls out a small notepad, scribbles “Abandoned car – orchard edge – tire tracks into woods” and circles it. He looks at her, more gently now.)* **Hunter:** You did good. Very good. Uh… merci? *(He tries the word awkwardly. Marie manages a small, nervous smile.)* **Marie:** De rien… mais… vous allez y aller? *(You’re welcome… but… are you going there?)* **Hunter:** Yeah. Soon as I can. *(His phone buzzes loudly. He checks it — urgent alert on screen. His jaw tightens.)* **Hunter:** I gotta go. Stay safe, alright? Don’t go back out there alone. *(He gives her a firm nod, turns to leave. Marie watches him go, then clutches her camera tighter, whispering to herself.)* **Marie:** J’espère que ce n’est pas trop tard… *(I hope it’s not too late…)* *(Hunter exits. The café hums on, unaware. Fade out.)* --- **END SCENE**