Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4E3VPEXMD4X06CC9D8EWP

Here's the voice sheet for the scene: --- Marie: *sits at a corner table in the cafe, camera in hand, scrolling through photos with trembling fingers* Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" Marie: *looks up, startled* "Je... je ne comprends pas l'anglais. Pardon." Hunter: *furrows brow* "I'm sorry, I don't—do you speak English? Even a little?" Marie: *shakes head slowly, eyes still wide and haunted* "Non. Je suis désolée. Je viens de France. Étudiante." Hunter: *sighs, pulls out chair across from her* "Look, I don't speak French, but I need to know if you saw something yesterday at the apple orchard. People have gone missing." Marie: *voice shaking* "Hier... au verger. Oui, j'y étais. J'ai pris des photos." *holds up camera* "Quelque chose... quelque chose n'allait pas. Un homme. Il a parlé à la femme, et puis... elle est partie avec lui. Elle ne voulait pas y aller, je crois." Hunter: *watches her gestures, catching "photos" and "verger"* "Photos? Orchard? Did you see something? A man?" Marie: *nods vigorously, tears forming* "Oui! Un homme. Grand, avec une barbe. Il portait une chemise rouge. La femme... elle avait l'air effrayée. J'ai essayé de prendre une photo, mais—" *swipes through camera, shows him a blurry image of two figures near the tree line* Hunter: *leans forward, studies the photo* "This is helpful. Very helpful. Do you remember what time this was?" Marie: "Je ne comprends..." Hunter: *taps his watch* "Time? What... time?" Marie: "Ah! L'heure. Oui. L'après-midi. Peut-être... trois heures? Quatre heures? Le soleil commençait à descendre." Hunter: "Three or four in the afternoon. Okay." *takes out notebook, scribbles* "Did you see where they went? Which direction?" Marie: *points toward the east window of the cafe* "Vers l'est. Dans les bois. Il y a un vieux hangar là-bas, je crois. J'ai vu le toit dans mes autres photos." Hunter: *nods slowly, piecing together her words with her gestures* "East. Into the woods. Old shed?" Marie: "Oui. Un hangar. Je suis allée là-bas ce matin pour prendre des photos. C'était... effrayant. Il y avait des—comment on dit—des traces? Des traces dans la terre. Et du... du rouge. Sur le sol." Hunter: *stiffens* "Red? Blood? You saw blood?" Marie: *covers mouth, nods* "Oui. Je crois que c'était du sang. J'ai eu peur. Je suis partie en courant." Hunter: *voice low, urgent* "Ma'am, I need you to show me exactly where this shed is. Can you come with me?" Marie: *clutches camera to chest* "Je... je ne sais pas. J'ai peur. Si cet homme me voit..." Hunter: "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. We just need—" *suddenly, Hunter's phone rings loudly* Hunter: *glances at screen, expression darkens* "I have to take this. Detective Hunter speaking." *pause* "What? When? ...How many?" *stands abruptly* "I'm on my way. Don't touch anything until I get there." Hunter: *turns back to Marie* "I'm sorry. I have to go. Stay here, don't leave town. I'll find someone who speaks French to come talk to you." Marie: *grabs his arm* "Attendez! Les photos. Prenez les photos. Elles pourraient aider." Hunter: *hesitates, then takes the camera* "I'll bring this back to you. Stay at your hotel. Lock your doors." Marie: "S'il vous plaît... soyez prudent." Hunter: *gives a curt nod and strides toward the door, phone pressed to his ear* "Yeah, I'm on my way. Tell the sheriff to meet me there." --- *Hunter exits the cafe, leaving Marie alone at the table, hands shaking as she whispers a quiet prayer in French.*