Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2GA9NT90C9FR6JZNR7J1P

**Voice Sheet: "The Photograph" (Café Scene, Alborn, MN)** *French lines are followed by a translation in brackets for the reader. Hunter cannot understand them.* --- Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit?" Marie: "Oh… pardon? Vous voulez quelque chose ?" [Oh… sorry? Do you want something?] Hunter: "Detective Hunter. Alborn Police." *(taps his badge)* Marie: "Police ? … Il y a un problème ?" [Police? … Is there a problem?] Hunter: "I'm asking around about what happened at the Delacroix orchard last night. The Whitaker kid. He's the third person to go missing this month. You hear anything about that?" Marie: "Je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites." [I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying.] Hunter: "…Right. Okay. Do you speak English? English?" Marie: "Anglais ? Non. Non, pas encore. Seulement français." [English? No. Not yet. Only French.] Hunter: "Français. French. Great. Terrific." *(rubs his jaw)* "Orchard. Last night. You were there?" *(points at her, then out the window)* Marie: "Le verger… Oui. Oui, j'y étais hier soir." *(her hands tremble on the camera)* "Je ne sais pas si je dois en parler." [The orchard… Yes. I was there last night. I don't know if I should talk about it.] Hunter: "Hey, easy. You're shaking. Take a breath." *(gestures slowly, palms down)* "Nobody's in trouble here." Marie: "Je ne l'ai pas inventé. Je l'ai vu, à travers l'objectif. Quelqu'un était là, près du vieux moulin." [I didn't make it up. I saw it through the lens. Someone was there, near the old mill.] Hunter: "Mill? Wait. Say that again. Slower." *(taps his ear, then hers)* Marie: "Le moulin. Là-bas, au bout du champ." *(points west, then mimes a circle with her hands)* "Le moulin." [The mill. Over there, at the end of the field. The mill.] Hunter: "Mill. The old Harker Mill?" *(mimes a turning wheel, and she nods hard)* "You saw something at the mill?" Marie: "Oui, oui ! Attendez… regardez." *(turns the camera around and holds out the screen)* [Yes, yes! Wait… look.] Hunter: "Your camera. Okay, you took a picture." *(leans in, squinting)* "That's the orchard at dusk. That's… hold on. Is that a person? By the fence?" Marie: "Je ne l'ai remarqué qu'après, en regardant les photos ce matin. Il n'était pas seul, je crois. Il y avait une lumière, comme une lanterne." [I only noticed it afterward, looking at the photos this morning. I don't think he was alone. There was a light, like a lantern.] Hunter: "A light. Right there." *(points at the screen, then holds up a finger)* "Can you send me this? Or… print it?" Marie: "Vous voulez la photo ? … Vous êtes gentil, mais je ne comprends vraiment pas." [You want the photo? … You're kind, but I really don't understand.] Hunter: "Photo. Copy. Me." *(taps his chest, mimes taking a picture with his phone)* "Ah, forget it. Name? I'm Hunter." *(taps his chest)* "Hunter." Marie: "Hunter ?" *(taps her own chest)* "Marie. Je m'appelle Marie." [Hunter? Marie. My name is Marie.] Hunter: "Marie. Nice to meet you, Marie. Wish I could tell you how much this helps." Marie: "Vous êtes le premier à m'écouter depuis mon arrivée. Ce village est charmant, mais il y a quelque chose d'étrange dans ce verger." [You're the first person to listen to me since I arrived. This town is charming, but something is strange about that orchard.] Hunter: "I don't know what you just said, but you look like you've been carrying it all day." *(softly)* "Okay. Let's try this. Tonight. Mill. You show me?" *(points at the screen, then at her, then west)* Marie: "Ce soir ? Au moulin ? … Non, je ne veux pas y retourner seule." [Tonight? At the mill? … No, I don't want to go back alone.] Hunter: "Not alone. With me." *(taps his chest, then hers)* "Together." *(A phone buzzes. Hunter checks the screen and his jaw tightens.)* Hunter: "Hunter." *(listens)* "When?… Where exactly?… Don't let anyone touch it. I'm ten minutes out." *(hangs up, stands quickly)* Marie: "Il y a un problème ? Vous avez l'air inquiet." [Is something wrong? You look worried.] Hunter: "I have to go. Marie, stay here. Okay? Stay." *(points at her chair, then at the floor)* "Don't go anywhere. I'll come back." Marie: "Vous partez ? Attendez… je ne comprends pas ce que vous voulez que je fasse." [You're leaving? Wait… I don't understand what you want me to do.] Hunter: "Café. Here. Stay." *(slides a business card across the table and taps it)* "My number. Somebody here will help you call me." Marie: "Une carte… Detective… Hunter." *(reads it slowly)* "D'accord. Je garde la photo. Je ne la montrerai à personne d'autre." [A card… Detective… Hunter. All right. I'll keep the photo. I won't show it to anyone else.] Hunter: "Good. Thank you, Marie." *(pauses at the door, glancing back at the camera)* "Keep that thing safe." Marie: "Faites attention à vous, monsieur le détective." [Be careful, Detective.]