Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GE61N0AW8HGB36B4WSNYE

**Voice Sheet — Scene: "Lost in Translation"** *Location: The Rusty Kettle Café, Alborn, MN* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down for a minute?" **Marie:** *(startled, looking up from her camera)* "Oh… oui, oui, bien sûr." **Hunter:** "Thanks. I'm Detective Hunter Boyd, Alborn PD. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about what happened down by the orchard yesterday evening. You were there, weren't you? With that camera of yours?" **Marie:** *(troubled, gripping the camera tighter)* "Je… je ne comprends pas bien. L'orchard, oui, j'y étais. Mais ce que j'ai vu… mon Dieu, je n'arrive pas à l'oublier. Il y avait quelqu'un entre les arbres, Monsieur. Quelqu'un qui ne bougeait pas comme… comme une personne normale." **Hunter:** *(blinking, leaning back)* "Uh… ma'am, I'm sorry — do you speak any English? Any at all?" **Marie:** "Anglais? Non, non, je suis désolée… je viens d'arriver, vous comprenez? Le programme d'échange, il a commencé il y a seulement deux semaines." **Hunter:** "Right. Okay. French. Great." *(mutters)* "Of all the days to leave the translator app uninstalled…" *(louder, slower)* "French. Français?" **Marie:** "Oui! Français, oui!" *(nodding eagerly, then her face falls again)* "Écoutez, j'ai des photos. J'ai pris des photos sans le vouloir. Regardez." *(she turns the camera toward him, scrolling)* "Là. Vous voyez? Derrière le pommier. Cette silhouette." **Hunter:** *(squinting at the screen)* "Huh. That's… yeah, that's something. Can you — can I see the one before it?" *(mimes scrolling backward with his finger)* "Before? Uh… avant?" **Marie:** "Avant, oui." *(scrolling)* "Et il y avait un bruit, Monsieur. Comme un cri, mais étouffé. Et puis plus rien. J'ai eu si peur que j'ai couru jusqu'à la route sans me retourner. Je n'ai rien dit à personne. Qui aurais-je pu prévenir? Je ne parle pas votre langue…" **Hunter:** *(watching her face, softer now)* "Hey. Hey, it's alright. I can tell you're shook up. Whatever you saw out there — we'll figure it out, okay? We'll get somebody down at the station who speaks French. Or — hell, I'll FaceTime my niece, she took two years of it in high school." **Marie:** *(wiping at her eyes)* "Je suis désolée. Je ne voulais pas pleurer devant un inconnu. C'est juste que… depuis hier, je n'arrive plus à dormir." **Hunter:** "No, no — don't apologize." *(slides a napkin across the table)* "Here. It's okay." **Marie:** *(small smile)* "Merci." **Hunter:** "Merci. That one I know." *(half-smile)* "Listen, what's your name? Name?" *(points to himself)* "Hunter. You?" **Marie:** "Marie. Je m'appelle Marie Léon." **Hunter:** "Marie. Okay, Marie. I'm gonna need that camera — those photos — but I'll give you a receipt, and I promise you'll get it back. Camera." *(mimes taking a picture)* "Police. Evidence. Uh… preuve?" **Marie:** *(hesitating, then nodding slowly)* "Preuve. Oui. Je comprends. Prenez-la. Si cela peut aider…" *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at it, then stands abruptly.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. Marie — I'm sorry, I have to take this. Stay here, okay? Stay. Here." *(points at the table)* "I'll come back. Twenty minutes. Two-zero." *(holds up fingers)* "Don't leave, alright?" **Marie:** *(nodding, clutching the napkin)* "D'accord. Je vous attends. Faites attention à vous, Monsieur." **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, phone to ear)* "Boyd. Yeah. Say that again — where? … Christ. I'm on my way." *(The bell above the café door jingles as he exits. Marie stares down at her camera, the photo of the figure behind the apple tree still glowing on the screen.)* --- *End scene.*