Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9BB6TDFSY7H4TENR376H4

**INT. CAFÉ AU CENTRE-VILLE — ALBORN, MN — AFTERNOON** *Marie sits alone at a small table near the window, scrolling through photos on her camera. Her hands tremble slightly. Hunter approaches, notepad in hand, badge clipped to his belt.* Hunter: "Afternoon. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Marie: *(startled, clutching her camera)* "Je... je ne comprends pas." Hunter: "You were at the festival grounds last night, weren't you? Around eleven?" Marie: *(shaking her head, voice trembling)* "Il y avait quelqu'un... près des arbres. J'ai vu quelque chose de terrible." Hunter: *(frowning, leaning closer)* "Whoa, slow down — English? Do you speak any English at all?" Marie: *(near tears, gripping the table)* "Non, non, je ne parle pas anglais. C'était affreux. J'ai entendu un cri, et puis... plus rien." Hunter: *(rubbing his temple)* "Okay. Okay, I got nothing. You understand 'okay'? Nod if you understand 'okay.'" Marie: *(nodding faintly, wiping her eyes)* "Oui... okay." Hunter: "Good, that's something. Look—" *(pulls out his phone, opens a translation app, types quickly, shows her the screen)* Marie: *(reading the screen, exhaling shakily)* "Ah— oui. Merci." *(typing back on her own phone, showing him)* "J'ai pris une photo. Peut-être que ça va aider." Hunter: *(squinting at the translated text)* "You took a photo? Of what — the person, the thing you saw?" Marie: *(nodding quickly, scrolling through her camera, holding it up)* "Regardez. C'est flou, mais... il y a une ombre. Une silhouette." Hunter: *(studying the blurry image, jaw tightening)* "That's... that could be something. Damn, I wish you spoke English." Marie: *(smiling weakly despite herself)* "Moi aussi. Je suis désolée." *Hunter's phone rings. He glances at the screen, sighs.* Hunter: "Hunter." *(pause, listening intently)* "Where? — I'll be there in five." *(hangs up, turns back to Marie)* Hunter: "I have to go. Don't delete that photo — you understand? Don't. Delete." *(mimes pressing a button, then shaking his head "no")* Marie: *(nodding firmly)* "Je comprends. Je ne vais pas l'effacer." Hunter: "Right. I'll... find someone who speaks French. Stay put — well, don't leave town, at least." *He hesitates, then hurries out. Marie watches him go, then looks back down at the blurred photograph on her camera screen, her expression darkening.* Marie: *(to herself, quietly)* "Qu'est-ce que j'ai vu, exactement...?"