Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GQT3WTTPEM2WS26WK3BZ2B

**Voice Sheet — Café Scene, Alborn, MN** Marie: (alone at a corner table, scrolling through photos on her camera, murmuring to herself) "Non, non... ce n'est pas possible... et pourtant je l'ai vue... je suis sûre de l'avoir vue..." Hunter: "Marie Dubois?" (sets a card on the table, sits without waiting) "Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Got a few questions for you." Marie: (startled, looking up) "Pardon...? Vous êtes... la police?" Hunter: "Police. Detective." (taps the badge at his belt) "Thursday night. The orchard, out past the fairgrounds. You were there." (mimes raising a camera, clicks) "Pictures." Marie: (hands tightening around the camera) "Ah... les photos... oui. J'y étais, oui. Je photographiais le coucher de soleil, et puis... et puis j'ai vu..." (voice drops, unsteady) "J'ai vu quelque chose que j'aurais tant voulu ne jamais voir." Hunter: "Yeah, I'm getting a lot of that lately." (pulls out his phone, shows her a photo of a smiling woman in an orchard T-shirt) "This woman. Sarah Keller. She's missing. You see her Thursday?" Marie: (going pale, one hand at her throat) "Oh mon Dieu... oui... oui, c'est elle! Je l'ai vue! Elle était près du stand de pommes! Et ensuite..." (swallows hard) "Ensuite un homme l'a suivie. Un homme dans l'ombre, entre les arbres. Je l'ai photographié sans le vouloir — regardez, regardez!" (turns the camera toward him, hands trembling so badly the screen shakes) Hunter: (leaning in, steadying her wrist to read the screen; a long beat) "Son of a... Okay. That, right there, in the tree line — that's our guy?" (points at his own face) "His face. You see his face?" Marie: "Non... son visage, non, il faisait trop sombre. Mais il portait une veste. Une veste avec un logo..." (scans the café, then points urgently at the apple festival poster by the register) "Là! Comme ça! Le logo sur sa veste — c'était celui-là!" Hunter: (looking from the poster to the camera and back) "The festival logo? You're sure? Half this town owns that jacket." (scribbles in a worn notebook) "All right. Here's the hard part. I need the camera. The photos — they're evidence now." Marie: (clutching the camera to her chest, eyes wide) "Non! Non, non — pas mon appareil photo! C'est... c'est tout ce que j'ai ici! Mes photos, mon travail, ma vie entière — tout est là-dedans!" Hunter: "I hear you. But a woman is missing, and this camera might be the last thing that saw her." (holds out his hand, palm open, steady) "I'll take care of it. You have my word." Marie: (torn; her grip loosens by inches until, trembling, she sets the camera in his palm) "D'accord... d'accord. Mais prenez-en soin, je vous en prie. Et... retrouvez-la. Retrouvez cette femme. S'il vous plaît." Hunter: "That's the plan." (his phone buzzes; he answers) "Hunter. ... When? ... Is she — no. Don't let anybody touch anything. Tape it off. I'm five minutes out." (stands, sliding the camera carefully inside his jacket) Marie: (half-rising from her chair) "Attendez! Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Il y a un problème?!" Hunter: "I gotta go. Stay here." (points at her chair, then at the floor) "Here. Don't move, don't talk to anybody. I'll be back — with somebody who speaks French. You'll be safe till then." Marie: "Je ne comprends pas... restez! Revenez! S'il vous plaît, j'ai peur..." (sinks back down, arms wrapped around herself) Hunter: (at the door, glancing back) "Hey. Courage." (taps his chest) "Courage. Same in French, right?" Marie: (a faint, shaky nod; then, to herself as the door swings shut) "Courage... Mon Dieu, qu'est-ce qui se passe dans cette ville..." --- **Reference — Marie's lines translated (for the manuscript):** - "No, no... it's not possible... and yet I saw her... I'm sure I saw her..." - "Sorry...? You're... the police?" - "The photos... yes. I was there, yes. I was photographing the sunset, and then... then I saw something I wish I'd never seen." - "Oh my God... yes, that's her! I saw her! She was near the apple stand! And then... then a man followed her. A man in the shadows, between the trees. I photographed him without meaning to — look, look!" - "No... his face, no, it was too dark. But he wore a jacket. A jacket with a logo... There! Like that! The logo on his jacket was that one!" - "No! No — not my camera! It's all I have here! My photos, my work, my whole life — everything is in it!" - "All right... all right. But please take care of it. And... find her. Find that woman. Please." - "Wait! What's happening? Is something wrong?!" - "I don't understand... stay! Come back! Please, I'm afraid..." - "Courage... My God, what is happening in this town..."