Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KB4XTMMKJ59993HCEC4XRF

**Voice Sheet — The Café in Alborn** **Hunter:** *(approaching her table, badge out, polite but firm)* Excuse me, miss? Sorry to bother you. I’m Detective Hunter with Alborn PD. I’m looking into a disturbance last night near the apple festival grounds. I was told a woman with a camera was seen in that area. That you? **Marie:** *(looking up from her camera, startled; her hands tremble slightly)* Pardon ? Je ne parle pas anglais. Qu’est-ce qui se passe ? Pourquoi vous me demandez ça ? Je… je n’ai rien fait de mal. C’est juste… j’ai vu quelque chose. Quelque chose de terrible. **Hunter:** *(blinking, confused)* Uh… I’m sorry. I don’t speak French. Not a word. Do you understand any English? *Ma’am?* English? **Marie:** *(shaking her head, voice thin)* Non, non, je suis française. Je viens d’arriver pour le programme d’études. Je ne comprends presque rien. Mais je sais ce que j’ai vu. C’était près des arbres, derrière le terrain de la fête. **Hunter:** *(rubs his forehead, tries to slow down)* Okay. Okay. Let’s… try this another way. *(points at her camera)* Camera. You take pictures. Yes? Last night — *(makes a walking motion with two fingers, then points at the festival area)* — festival. Did you see anything? A man? Maybe a man in a red jacket? **Marie:** *(her eyes widen; she hugs the camera to her chest)* Un homme en rouge… Oui. Il courait. Très vite, comme s’il fuyait quelque chose. Il est passé devant mon objectif. J’ai pris des photos. Mais quand j’ai regardé l’écran… il n’y était plus. Comme s’il s’était évaporé. **Hunter:** *(frustrated, but trying to stay calm)* I sure wish I knew what you were saying. *(mimics a camera shutter with his fingers)* Click, click? The photos — can I see? *(points at her camera, then at himself)* Please? **Marie:** *(hesitates, then looks down at the camera, her voice wavering)* Vous voulez voir les photos ? Je… je ne sais pas si c’est bien. Elles sont bizarre. La lumière était drôle. Et son visage… il était flou, même sur les photos nettes. Ce n’est pas normal. **Hunter:** *(sees her distress, softens his tone slightly)* Ma’am… I know you’re scared. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m trying to find someone. *(points at himself, then at his badge)* Detective. Good guy. *(points at her camera again)* Pictures. Please. **Marie:** *(biting her lip, then slowly holds out the camera)* D’accord. Tenez. Mais ne dites pas que je ne vous ai pas prévenu. Ces photos… elles me font peur. **Hunter:** *(takes the camera, scrolls through the images, frowning at one in particular)* …Okay. That’s… that’s interesting. *(looks up at her, about to ask more, when his phone vibrates loudly)* *He pulls out his phone, checks the screen, and his expression hardens.* **Hunter:** *(with a grimace)* I have to take this. *(points at her, then at the chair)* Stay here. Please. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back. *(walks a few steps away, answers the phone)* Yeah. Go ahead. …What? Another one? Where? …No, I’m on my way. Ten minutes. **Marie:** *(watching him, confused and worried)* Je ne comprends pas, mais… restez? D’accord. Je reste. Mais s’il vous plaît, faites attention. Cette ville… il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas. **Hunter:** *(already turning toward the door, phone still to his ear)* I’ll find you later. Don’t leave. *(to himself)* Maybe I need to get a translator. Or a miracle.