Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DPM4XJJTDHXKFFPB10S5Y

**VOICE SHEET – SCENE 4: CAFE AT ALBORN** **Setting:** A small café in Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. Marie sits alone at a corner table, her camera in her hands. She stares at the screen, frowning. Hunter enters, spots her, and approaches. --- **Hunter:** *(stopping at her table, voice low and direct)* Excuse me. You’re Marie, right? The exchange student. I’m Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about what happened at the apple fermenting shed last night. **Marie:** *(looks up, startled. She clutches the camera to her chest. Speaks in rapid, shaken French)* Pardon ? Je… je ne comprends pas l’anglais. Mais oui, j’étais là-bas. J’ai pris des photos. Des gens… ils ont disparu. C’était horrible. Je n’arrive pas à oublier ce que j’ai vu. **Hunter:** *(blinks, frowns)* I… don’t speak French. At all. Do you understand any English? No? *(sighs, rubs his chin)* Okay. Let’s try this slow. *(points to her camera, then makes a walking motion with his fingers)* Last night. Shed. You saw something? People missing? **Marie:** *(nods vigorously, tears welling up. She speaks French again, more desperate)* Oui, oui ! Des gens ont crié. Il y avait une lumière étrange. Et puis… plus rien. Mes photos sont floues. Je ne sais pas ce qui s’est passé. *(She shows him the camera screen, but it’s dark)* **Hunter:** *(leans in, squints at the camera, then straightens)* You’ve got nothing on that screen right now. Did you delete them? Or… *(pauses, frustrated)* I don’t suppose you have a translator app on that thing? **Marie:** *(shrugs helplessly, points at her ear, then at his mouth)* Je ne comprends pas. **Hunter:** *(pulls out his phone, taps a quick translation. He reads the screen aloud, then shows it to her)* “Do you have any memory of a man named Lars Jenson? He was reported missing after the shed incident.” **Marie:** *(reads the English text slowly, then her face pales. She speaks French, but with clear distress)* Lars ? Oui, il m’a offert une pomme. Il était gentil. Et puis… il a disparu dans la lumière. *(She wipes her eyes)* **Hunter:** *(watches her expression, then tries to piece it together. He gestures vaguely)* Light? Lars? Gone. *(He writes a note, then his phone rings. He glances at the screen)* I have to take this. *(He points to himself, then the phone, then to the door)* Duty calls. *(He gives her a short nod, turns, and walks out while answering the call)* **Marie:** *(watches him go, then looks back at her camera, whispering in French)* Il ne comprend pas… personne ne comprend. --- **END OF SCENE**