Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ07FK8RMGX41DPT7PATRP3G

# Voice Sheet: Marie & Hunter — Café Scene --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me — mind if I sit down? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. You're Marie, right? The French student staying over at the inn? I've been told you were near the old Harlow orchard a couple days ago. I'm looking into the disappearance of a woman named Karen Sable. Did you see anything unusual out there?" --- **Marie:** *(startled, clutching her camera to her chest)* "Je… je ne parle pas anglais, je suis désolée. Qui… qui êtes-vous? Pourquoi est-ce que vous me parlez?" --- **Hunter:** *(pausing, blinking)* "I'm sorry — do you speak English? Even a little?" --- **Marie:** *(shaking her head rapidly, eyes wide, voice trembling)* "Non, non… je ne comprends pas. Vous me faites peur. Je n'ai rien fait! Je regardais juste les arbres, pour mes photos…" --- **Hunter:** *(leaning back, holding up a hand calmly)* "Okay. Okay, I can see you're upset. I'm not here to cause trouble." --- **Marie:** *(muttering to herself, visibly shaken)* "Oh mon Dieu, qu'est-ce qui se passe dans cette ville? Tout le monde me regarde bizarrement depuis deux jours… Et maintenant un policier…" --- **Hunter:** *(pulling a notepad from his jacket, drawing a simple sketch of a woman with long hair)* "This woman. Blonde. Long hair. You saw her? Near the orchard?" --- **Marie:** *(staring at the sketch, her face paling. She nods slowly, then speaks quickly in French)* "Oui… oui, elle était là. Avec un homme. Il faisait sombre, il pleuvait. Elle semblait… elle semblait effrayée. Elle criait quelque chose mais je ne pouvais pas bien entendre." --- **Hunter:** *(studying her expression)* "You recognize her? Can you… point on a map, something like that?" --- **Marie:** *(frustrated, pressing her hands to her temples)* "Je n'ai pas de carte! Je ne comprends pas ce que vous demandez! Pourquoi ne parlez-vous pas français?! Vous êtes en Amérique — vous devriez parler toutes les langues!" --- **Hunter:** *(suppressing a dry half-smile)* "Yeah, that's… that's not how that works." --- **Marie:** *(pulling her camera up, flipping through photos rapidly, then turning the screen toward him, pointing at an image of a blurry figure near the orchard trees)* "Regardez! Là! C'est elle! Et lui — je ne vois pas bien son visage…" --- **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the photo, eyes sharpening)* "That's her. That's Karen. Hold on — who is that with her? Can you zoom in? Can you—" --- *(His phone buzzes loudly. He answers, expression hardening immediately.)* **Hunter:** "Hunter here. …What do you mean, another one? When? …I'm on my way." --- *(He stands abruptly, dropping a business card on the table.)* **Hunter:** "I have to go. But this — this photo could be important. Can you come to the station tomorrow? I'll find a translator. Just… don't go anywhere alone, okay?" --- **Marie:** *(staring after him, bewildered, picking up the card and turning it over in her hands)* "Quoi? Attendez — qu'est-ce que c'est que…? Monsieur? MONSIEUR?!" --- *(Hunter is already out the door. Marie sits alone, clutching her camera, hands still trembling.)* **Marie:** *(whispering to herself)* "Qu'est-ce que je suis en train de faire dans cette ville maudite…" ---