Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SFWY3TXX00JNNP3TNYQTZ

Marie: *(muttering to herself, staring at her camera's LCD screen)* "Non… non, c'est pas… la lumière était faussée. Pourquoi est-ce que je n'ai pas repéré ça avant ?" Hunter: "Excuse me — you were at the apple festival last night, right? Around ten o'clock? I'm Detective Hunter. I'd like to ask you a few questions about what you might have seen." Marie: *(startled, looking up)* "Oh ! Euh… pardon ? Je… je ne comprends pas." Hunter: "The festival. The Apple Festival. Last night. You were there?" *(gestures vaguely at his notebook, then at the town square)* Marie: *(shifting in her seat, voice trembling slightly)* "Je suis désolée, monsieur, mais… je ne parle pas anglais. C'est… c'est très compliqué, la soirée. Il y avait trop de monde, et puis…" *(she grips her camera tighter)* "…j'ai vu quelque chose. Quelque chose que je ne devrais pas avoir vu." Hunter: *(blinks, tilts his head)* "English? You don't speak English?" *(snaps fingers twice, slow and loud)* "English?" Marie: *(flinching at the snapping)* "Mais je vous dis que je ne parle pas anglais ! Si vous parliez français, ce serait tellement plus simple ! Alors, je regardais mes photos… et sur celle-ci, on voit… non, je ne peux pas vous montrer comme ça, ça ne servira à rien." Hunter: *(pulls out his phone, frowns at it, puts it away)* "Okay. Look, I just need to know if you saw a woman near the cider stand at—" Marie: *(pressing her hand to her forehead)* "Je suis vraiment choquée… ce n'est pas normal, ce que j'ai photographié. La police devrait être prévenue. Oh, mon Dieu…" Hunter: *(pauses, studies her face)* "…Are you alright? You look shook up." Marie: *(quietly, to her camera)* "Comment je vais expliquer ça… Ce n'est même pas crédible. Personne ne me croira." Hunter: *(sighs, pulls out a pen, writes "DID YOU SEE ANYTHING?" in block letters and slides the notepad across the table)* Marie: *(stares at the notepad, reads it slowly, mouth moving over the words)* "Di… did… you… see…" *(she looks back up, stricken)* "Ah… je crois que j'ai compris. Oui. Oui, j'ai vu. Quelqu'un a été… enlevé. Emporté. Je l'ai vu sur ma photo." *(she turns the camera screen toward him, pointing emphatically)* "Là. Regardez." Hunter: *(stares at the camera screen, leans in)* "That's… okay, wait — what am I looking at here? Is that—" *(his phone rings. He straightens up and answers)* "Hunter." *(listens. His jaw tightens.)* "You're sure? …Where? …I'm on my way." *(hangs up, pocketing the phone. He looks at Marie, then at the camera, then back at her.)* Marie: *(eyes wide, watching him)* "…Qu'est-ce qu'il s'est passé ? Vous avez l'air… inquiet." Hunter: *(already stepping back from the table)* "I'm sorry — I have to go. Something's come up." *(points at her, then at the camera)* "Don't leave town. Stay right here. I will come back and we will figure out how to… talk." *(he taps his ear and shakes his head with a frustrated half-smile)* Marie: *(confused but sensing urgency)* "Ne… ne parte pas comme ça ! Il y a des choses que je dois vous dire !" Hunter: "I know. I know. I'll be back." *(he turns and strides out of the cafe)* Marie: *(calls after him)* "…Au revoir, monsieur ?" *(he's already gone. She slumps back in her chair, exhaling shakily, and clutches her camera to her chest.)* "…Il ne reviendra jamais. Il n'a même pas regardé la photo."