Run: 2026-09-23-01M36VF6FMHV1SBNKYG6RF57EP

# Voice Sheet: "The Café on Main Street" **Setting:** A small café in Alborn, MN. Autumn leaves drift past the window. Marie sits alone at a corner table, turning her camera over in her hands, reviewing photos on the LCD screen. Hunter approaches, notepad in hand. --- **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Morning. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. You mind if I sit? I'm going around asking folks about the Whitfield barn fire last night." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "…Okay, going to take that as a yes." *(sits)* "You were over by the barn around ten? The owner said he saw someone with a camera." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Ma'am?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I need you to—" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "…English? You speak English?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Great. Just great." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(slowly, loudly, clearly not helping)* "BARN. FIRE. LAST NIGHT. YOU. SEE?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(sighs, pulls out notepad, writes "DID YOU SEE ANYTHING?" and slides it across the table)* **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "…I'll take that as a maybe." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Miss, I've been a detective eleven years and a marine fourteen before that, and in all that time I have never once had to conduct an interview in charades. What's that gesture mean? Is that a bird?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(into phone)* "Yeah, Hendricks, I'm gonna need that translator app you were bragging about at lunch." *(pause)* "What do you mean you deleted it for space?" *(pause)* "How many photos of your dog do you have? …Never mind." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Look. I can see you're upset about something. You've been turning that camera over and over like it owes you money. Did you take pictures at the barn? Did you catch something?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(stares for a long beat)* "…I'm going to assume that gasp was a yes." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Alright, tell you what. I'm going to leave my card. You look at those photos. And if you see anything—*anything*—you call this number. Anyone on dispatch speaks… what language is this, French?" **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** "Good guess. …I meant good *guess*, not—oh, forget it." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(phone rings; he glances at it)* "Hunter." *(listens, face hardens)* "Where?" *(listens)* "I'm ten minutes out." *(stands, clips phone back on his belt)* "Ma'am. The card. Look at the photos. Please." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(already heading for the door, pausing to call back over his shoulder)* "And for the record? That barn fire wasn't an accident. So whatever you saw—keep that camera close." **Marie:** "…" **Hunter:** *(under his breath, pushing through the door)* "Eleven years on the job, and I just interrogated a woman using a napkin." --- *END OF VOICE SHEET*