Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HVYDADST4NKK2GRA8EY25

**Voice Sheet – Scene at Main Street Café, Alborn, MN** **Marie:** *(staring at her camera screen, frowning, muttering to herself)* "...Je n'arrive pas à y croire. Pourquoi est-ce qu'il était là...?" **Hunter:** *(approaches, clears throat)* "Excuse me, miss? Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police. Mind if I ask you a couple questions about something that happened over by the old mill yesterday?" **Marie:** *(looks up, startled, clutches camera to her chest)* "Oh—je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas. Parlez-vous français?" **Hunter:** *(blinks)* "Uh... no, ma'am. English. Just English. You okay? You look a little shook up." **Marie:** *(voice trembling, words tumbling out in rapid French)* "Il y avait un homme—près du moulin, avec une lumière étrange. J'ai pris une photo, et puis... il a disparu. Comme ça. Dans l'air." **Hunter:** *(frowns, holds up a hand)* "Whoa, slow down. I didn't catch any of that. You don't speak any English at all?" **Marie:** *(shakes her head, eyes wide, pointing at her camera then toward the mill)* "Le moulin. L'homme. Parti. *Poof*." **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubs his temple)* "Right. The mill. A man. Gone. I'm picking up 'man' and 'gone'—that's about it. Was it one of the missing persons? Did you see something?" **Marie:** *(nods vigorously, then switches back to French, gesturing wildly)* "Oui, oui! Un homme, grand, avec une veste rouge. Il est entré dans le moulin. J'ai pris une photo, et quand j'ai regardé l'écran, il n'était plus là. Mais l'image... regardez." *(She turns the camera toward Hunter, showing a photo of the mill at dusk, with a faint, blurry figure near the door—and the next photo showing only the empty doorway.)* **Hunter:** *(leans in, squints, then pulls back, expression shifting to concern)* "...That's weird. Real weird. You got this on here, clear as day. But I can't talk to you about it if I can't talk *to* you." *(pulls out phone, glances at it as it buzzes)* "Hang on." *(He answers the call, listens for a few seconds, jaw tightening.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone)* "Yeah. I'm on my way. Don't let anyone near the shed until I get there." *(He hangs up, looks at Marie, then scribbles something on a napkin.)* **Hunter:** "Here's my number. If you see that man again, or if you find someone who can translate, you call me. Understand?" *(He points at the napkin, then at his phone, then makes a calling gesture.)* **Marie:** *(takes the napkin, nods slowly, a worried look on her face)* "D'accord. Je comprends. Je vous appellerai." **Hunter:** *(gives a short nod, already turning to leave)* "I sure hope so. Take care of yourself, miss. And stay away from that mill." *(He walks briskly out of the café, leaving Marie alone with her camera and a growing sense of dread.)*