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**Voice Sheet — Scene: "Lost in Translation"** *Location: The Bluebird Café, Main Street, Alborn, MN* --- Marie: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through her camera)* "Mon Dieu… c'était bien lui. J'en suis sûre…" Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit down a minute?" Marie: *(startled, looks up)* "Oh — pardon, monsieur, je… je ne comprends pas bien." Hunter: "You're the French girl staying over at the Hensons' place, right? Name's Detective Hunter. I wanted to ask you about what happened down by the orchard last night. You were out there taking pictures, yeah?" Marie: *(voice trembling)* "Hier soir… oui, j'étais là. Je prenais des photos du coucher de soleil, et puis… j'ai vu quelque chose. Quelqu'un. Il courait entre les arbres, monsieur, il criait — je crois qu'il avait peur." Hunter: "Ma'am… I didn't catch a word of that. You speak any English? Just a little?" Marie: "Non, non, je suis désolée. Je ne parle pas anglais. Mais écoutez — *(she holds up the camera, hands shaking)* — regardez. J'ai pris une photo. Là. Vous voyez cet homme? C'est lui qui a disparu, n'est-ce pas? Celui sur l'affiche, à la boulangerie." Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting at the small screen)* "Wait — hold on. That's… Jesus. That's Caleb Morrison. That's him, clear as day. When did you take this?" Marie: "Hier. Vers dix-neuf heures. Il courait — il courait vers la grange, celle qui est abandonnée, près de la rivière. Et il y avait un autre homme derrière lui. Plus grand. Avec un manteau foncé." Hunter: "Okay. Okay, slow down. I know you're tellin' me something important, I can see it on your face. Just — can you point? On the map, on my phone, anything. Where?" Marie: *(pointing at the camera screen, then gesturing urgently toward the window, toward the north end of town)* "Là-bas. La vieille grange. Près de la rivière. Il faut y aller, monsieur. J'ai peur pour lui." Hunter: "The old barn? Out past Miller's Creek? That what you're saying?" Marie: *(nodding fervently)* "Oui! Oui, la grange. S'il vous plaît, il faut faire vite." Hunter: "Alright. Alright, I hear you. I'm gonna need that memory card, okay? *(mimes removing the card, gestures to his pocket)* Evidence. Ev-i-dence." Marie: *(hesitating, then removing it carefully and placing it in his palm)* "Tenez. Prenez-la. Mais faites attention, s'il vous plaît. Ce sont mes seules photos." Hunter: "I'll get it back to you. Scout's honor." *(Hunter's phone buzzes sharply. He answers.)* Hunter: "Hunter. — Yeah. — You're kiddin' me. — When? — No, don't move anything, I'm on my way. Five minutes." *(He pockets the phone, stands abruptly.)* Hunter: "Miss — Marie, right? I gotta go. Something's come up. You stay right here, you hear me? Don't go wanderin' off. I'll send somebody who speaks your language, we'll get this sorted proper. *(points firmly at the table)* Here. Stay. Okay?" Marie: *(clutching her camera to her chest)* "Oui… je reste ici. Mais monsieur — s'il vous plaît — trouvez-le." Hunter: *(pausing at the door, glancing back)* "Yeah. Yeah, I'll find him." *(Door chimes. He's gone. Marie sits motionless, staring at the empty slot where her memory card used to be.)* Marie: *(softly)* "Mon Dieu… qu'est-ce que j'ai vu?" --- **END SCENE**