Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0G57VDY647P3STD5DJRWZQ

**Voice Sheet — Scene: "Lost in Translation"** *Setting: The Bluebird Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon.* --- Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down for a second?" Marie: *(startled, looking up from her camera)* "Oh… oui, oui, bien sûr. Asseyez-vous." Hunter: "I'll take that as a yes. Name's Hunter. I'm a detective with the county. You were out by Miller's Orchard yesterday evening, weren't you? Someone said they saw a young woman with a camera." Marie: "Pardon, monsieur… je ne comprends pas bien. Vous parlez trop vite." Hunter: "…Come again?" Marie: "Je suis désolée. Je ne parle pas anglais. Je suis française. *Française.*" Hunter: "French. Right. Okay." *(sighs, rubs the back of his neck)* "Of all the luck. Uh… parlay-voo… no, that's not gonna work." Marie: *(voice trembling)* "Monsieur, j'ai vu quelque chose hier. Près des pommiers. Un homme… il courait. Il avait du sang sur sa chemise. J'ai pris une photo, mais j'avais peur, tellement peur…" Hunter: "Hey, hey — slow down. You're shaking. Whatever you're telling me, it sounds important." Marie: "Vous ne comprenez pas? J'ai essayé de parler à la police ce matin, mais personne… personne ne me comprenait. Et cette nuit, je n'ai pas dormi. À chaque fois que je ferme les yeux, je le vois." Hunter: "Easy. Easy now. Just breathe." *(gestures with his hands)* "Photo? You have… photo?" *(mimes a camera)* Marie: *(nodding quickly)* "Oui! Oui, la photo!" *(she fumbles with the camera, her hands unsteady)* "Regardez. Là. Cet homme-là. Je l'ai vu sortir des bois, et après il a disparu. *Disparu.*" Hunter: *(leaning in, jaw tightening)* "Well, I'll be damned. That's… that's our guy. Miss, I need this camera. Or — no, I need *you.* You gotta come down to the station with me." Marie: "Station? La… la police?" Hunter: "Yeah. Police. *Oui.* We'll get someone who speaks French, alright? We'll figure this out. You're not in trouble." Marie: *(tears welling up)* "J'ai tellement peur, monsieur. Je voulais juste prendre des photos des arbres. Des pommiers. Rien de plus." Hunter: "I know. I know you're scared. I can see it." *(softer)* "You did good, kid. Bringing this to me — that took guts." Marie: "Merci… merci d'essayer. Personne d'autre n'a essayé." Hunter: "Don't thank me yet. We've got a long—" *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances down, his expression hardening.)* Hunter: "Damn it. Hunter speaking. …Where? …When? …Alright, I'm ten minutes out." *(he stands abruptly)* "Miss — Marie, was it? I gotta go. There's been another one." Marie: "Vous partez? Mais… attendez—" Hunter: "Stay right here. *Stay.*" *(points at the table firmly)* "I'm sending someone who speaks French. Don't move, don't talk to anyone else. You understand? *Oui?*" Marie: *(nodding, small voice)* "Oui. Je reste. Je… j'attends." Hunter: "Good girl. Keep that camera close. Lock it in your bag if you have to." *(pauses at the door)* "You might've just cracked this whole thing wide open." Marie: *(whispering, to herself, as he leaves)* "Mon Dieu… qu'est-ce que j'ai vu?" --- *[End scene.]*