Run: 2026-10-08-01M4D9Z0WH8FM19QFCN0P116Z3

**Voice Sheet: Scene One, "The Cafe on Main Street"** *Marie is seated at a corner table at the Bluebird Cafe, her camera in her lap. She turns it over and over in her hands. Hunter pushes through the door, notices her, and walks over.* **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Are you the one who was at the orchard road Tuesday night? Sheriff's office says a witness saw a woman with a camera near the Lindqvist barn right before the disappearance." **Marie:** "Je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas. Est-ce que vous parlez français ?" *[I'm sorry, I don't understand. Do you speak French?]* **Hunter:** "Look, I'm just trying to ask a few questions. Tuesday night. The orchard. You were there?" **Marie:** "Il y avait une lumière dans les arbres. Une lumière qui bougeait, et puis plus rien. J'ai pris une photo, mais... je n'ai pas compris ce que je voyais." *[There was a light in the trees. A light that moved, and then nothing. I took a photo, but... I didn't understand what I was seeing.]* **Hunter:** *(frowning, leaning closer)* "Okay, you're upset. I get that. Take your time. Did you see anyone leave the orchard? Anyone at all?" **Marie:** "Il tremblait. Ses mains tremblaient. Et la voix... la voix venait de la rivière. Je me suis cachée. Je ne savais pas quoi faire." *[She was shaking. Her hands were trembling. And the voice... the voice came from the river. I hid. I didn't know what to do.]* **Hunter:** "Whoa, hang on. A voice from the river? Ma'am, I need you to slow down. Just nod or shake your head. Did you see a man?" **Marie:** *(shaking her head, then pausing, then nodding slowly)* "Oui. Un homme. Il portait une veste rouge. Il criait un nom. Le nom de la jeune fille." *[Yes. A man. He was wearing a red jacket. He was calling a name. The young girl's name.]* **Hunter:** *(pulling out a notepad, writing)* "Red jacket. Calling a name. Okay, that's something. You're doing fine. Can you tell me the name he was calling?" **Marie:** "Je ne peux pas... je ne m'en souviens plus. C'était trop sombre. Mais je sais que la photo peut vous aider. Regardez." *[I can't... I don't remember. It was too dark. But I know the photo can help you. Look.]* *She turns the camera toward him and taps the screen. He squints at the image, a blur of tree trunks and a faint, pale glow.* **Hunter:** "I can't make heads or tails of this. It's basically a smudge." *(pausing, then more quietly)* "But you're telling me something here, aren't you? Something scared you." **Marie:** "Oui. Très peur. Et maintenant, les gens de la ville me regardent comme si j'étais folle. Vous aussi, vous me regardez comme ça." *[Yes. Very scared. And now the people in town look at me like I'm crazy. You're looking at me like that too.]* **Hunter:** *(sighing, sitting down across from her)* "Nobody thinks you're crazy. Okay? I'm not sure what you're saying, but I'm listening. We'll figure this out together, even if I'm going to need a translator for the rest of it." *A phone buzzes sharply. Hunter glances at the screen and grimaces.* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Stay here. Don't go back to the orchard, understand? Stay here." **Marie:** "Attendez... qui va vous aider à me comprendre ?" *[Wait... who is going to help you understand me?]* **Hunter:** *(already standing, phone to his ear, pointing at her and then at the chair)* "Stay. Right here." *He strides out the door. Marie looks down at the camera, then lifts it and studies the frozen image of the glowing trees.*