Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ3923K6SCJ7D4J3ZQ48TYR

**Voice Sheet: A Cafe in Alborn, MN** *Marie sits at a small corner table, a digital camera cradled in her hands. She scrolls through images, her brow furrowed. Hunter enters, spots her, and approaches. She looks up, startled, clutching the camera to her chest.* Hunter: (polite, but direct) Excuse me. You were at the main square last night, right? I saw you with your camera. Did you notice anything unusual? A man in a blue jacket, maybe? Marie: (eyes wide, voice shaky — in French) Oui… oui, j’ai vu quelque chose. C’était terrible. Il y avait un homme, il criait, et puis… (she looks down at her camera, then back at him, panic rising) Quelqu’un l’a emmené de force. Dans une camionnette noire. Hunter: (confused, leaning in) I… I’m sorry. No English? Not a word? You saw something, right? (he points to her camera, then miming a person being taken) A man? Taken? Marie: (rapidly, gesturing with her hands — in French) Oui, oui, un homme! Dans une camionnette. J’ai pris des photos… regardez. (she turns the camera toward him, showing a blurry shot of a van) Il est parti avec lui. Je ne savais pas quoi faire. Hunter: (squinting at the screen, then rubbing his face) Okay, okay. This is… (he pulls out his phone, typing something, but gives up) Look, I got a photo here. But I don’t understand what you’re saying. Is that the vehicle? (points at the screen) Marie: (nods vigorously, then taps the screen — in French) Oui! La plaque d’immatriculation. Je l’ai vue. Mais je ne peux pas… je ne sais pas comment vous dire. (she looks at him pleadingly) Vous devez trouver cet homme. Hunter: (sighs, exasperated) Right. I’m Hunter. Detective. (points to himself) I need to know what you saw. Did you see a face? A license plate? (makes writing motion) Can you write it down? Marie: (grabs a napkin, scribbles a license plate number in shaky handwriting, then the word “MINNESOTA” — in French) Voici. Mais aussi… il était grand. Avec une cicatrice sur la joue. (she draws a line on her own face) Hunter: (takes the napkin, reads it, looks up with recognition) The plate. This is the one. (he locks eyes with her) You did good. I don’t know your name, but… (his phone rings sharply) Hold on. *(He answers the call, listens for a moment, and tenses. He mutters a few words — “On my way” — then hangs up.)* Hunter: (tucking the napkin in his pocket, speaking quickly) I have to go. That plate—it’s a lead. I don’t know what else you tried to tell me, but thank you. (he taps his own chest, then points at her) You’re important to this case. I’ll find someone who speaks French. *(He turns and strides toward the door.)* Marie: (half-rising from her seat, calling after him — in French) Attendez! L’homme… il n’est pas le seul! Il y en a eu d’autres! Vous m’écoutez? *(Hunter pauses at the door, turns back, and gives a helpless shrug before exiting.)* Marie: (slumping back into her chair, hugging her camera, whispering in French) Ils ne me comprennent jamais. **END OF SCENE**