Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV1ZSF84D1RF9S7NVZTJA9

**Voice Sheet: Café Scene — Marie & Hunter** --- Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I have a word? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD." Marie: *(looking up from her camera, startled)* "Oh… bonjour. Pardon, je… je ne parle pas anglais." Hunter: "I'm sorry, what was that?" Marie: "Je ne parle pas anglais. Français. Je parle français." Hunter: "French? You're… okay, okay. Do you speak any English at all? A little bit?" Marie: "Non… je suis désolée. Je viens d'arriver. Je suis étudiante." Hunter: "Right. Student. Got it." *(sighs, pulls out a small notebook)* "Look, I just need to ask you a few questions. There was an incident last night. On Maple Street. Near the old mill. Were you there? Taking pictures, maybe?" Marie: *(eyes widening, voice trembling)* "Le moulin… oui, j'étais là hier soir. Je prenais des photos du coucher du soleil, et puis… mon Dieu, j'ai vu quelque chose. Quelqu'un. Il courait, et il y avait… il y avait du sang, je crois. J'ai eu tellement peur. Je suis partie en courant." Hunter: "Whoa, whoa, slow down. I caught 'moulin' — that's the mill, right? You were there?" Marie: "Oui, oui. Le moulin. J'étais là. *(hands shaking as she lifts her camera)* J'ai des photos. Regardez — j'ai pris des photos avant. Peut-être que… peut-être qu'il y a quelque chose sur les photos." Hunter: "You have pictures? Photos? On the camera?" Marie: "Oui. Photos. Ici." *(turning the camera toward him)* Hunter: *(leaning in)* "Okay. Okay, this is — this could be something. Listen, I need you to come down to the station. We'll get a translator. Somebody who speaks French. *Français*, yeah?" Marie: "Un traducteur? Oui, je comprends. D'accord. Mais… détective, j'ai peur. L'homme que j'ai vu… je crois qu'il m'a vue aussi." Hunter: "I don't — I'm sorry, I'm not getting most of this. But you look scared half to death, and that tells me plenty." *(softening)* "It's okay. You're safe here. We'll figure this out." Marie: *(quietly)* "Merci. Merci, détective." *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening.)* Hunter: "Damn it. I have to take this." *(answering)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? …You're kidding me. Alright, I'm on my way. Ten minutes." *(He pockets the phone and stands.)* Hunter: "I've gotta go. Something's come up. But you — " *(pointing at her, then at the camera)* "You stay put. Or go somewhere safe. I'll send someone who speaks French, alright? *Français.* Stay. Here. Or home. Okay?" Marie: "Vous partez? Mais — détective, attendez—" Hunter: "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll be back. *Je reviens.* That's right, isn't it? *Je reviens.*" Marie: *(small, uncertain smile)* "Oui… vous reviendrez." Hunter: "Lock your doors tonight, miss. *(taps the table twice, then jogs toward the door)* Stay safe." Marie: *(softly, to herself, clutching her camera)* "Qu'est-ce que j'ai vu… mon Dieu, qu'est-ce que j'ai vu?" --- **[END SCENE]**