Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DABNND91BDRC9RMAFRF3RQ

**Voice Sheet: "The Orchard Fog"** **Marie:** "Excusez-moi, je ne sais pas... Ce matin, j'ai pris ces photos près du verger. Il y avait du brouillard, et puis... il y avait quelqu'un. Et après, plus personne. Plus personne du tout." *(Excuse me, I don't know... This morning I took these photos near the orchard. There was fog, and then... there was someone. And after that, no one. No one at all.)* **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn County sheriff's office. I'm looking into the Hollis disappearance. Thomas Hollis, nineteen. You were near the orchard on Tuesday morning?" **Marie:** "Je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas. Je parle seulement français. Mon anglais n'existe pas encore." *(She shakes her head and pushes the camera screen toward him, her hands trembling.)* *(I'm sorry, I don't understand. I only speak French. My English doesn't exist yet.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. Okay. Let me see what you've got." *(He leans in and studies the screen.)* "That's the east row, isn't it? Those are the old Hollis trees. Can you zoom in on that?" **Marie:** "Il y a une silhouette, là, près du vieux pommier. Elle tient quelque chose. Une lanterne, peut-être. Vous voyez? Je l'ai prise à 6 h 12. Puis le brouillard est revenu, et quand il est parti, la silhouette aussi." *(There's a silhouette there, by the old apple tree. It's holding something. A lantern, maybe. Do you see? I took it at 6:12. Then the fog came back, and when it lifted, the silhouette was gone too.)* **Hunter:** "Hold on. You're telling me you saw someone with a light, and then they just vanished?" *(He frowns and rubs the back of his neck.)* "I don't speak French, so I'm going to need you to slow down. Is this... a map?" **Marie:** "Non, c'est ma carte postale du festival. Vous voyez, le dessin de la pomme? Thomas la vendait au stand de sa mère. Il m'a offert une pomme. Il était gentil." *(Her voice cracks.)* *(No, it's my festival postcard. You see the apple drawing? Thomas sold them at his mother's stand. He gave me an apple. He was kind.)* **Hunter:** "Thomas. Right. Did he say anything to you? Mention anyone he was meeting?" *(He pulls out a notebook and holds up a pen, a silent offer to write.)* **Marie:** "Il a dit... *'Ne va pas au verger la nuit, il y a des gens qui se perdent dans le brouillard.'* Je pensais qu'il plaisantait. Il riait." *(She presses her palm to her mouth.)* *(He said, "Don't go to the orchard at night, people get lost in the fog." I thought he was joking. He was laughing.)* **Hunter:** *(Writing slowly, then glancing up.)* "Okay. So he warned you about the orchard. Is there anything else? A name, a car, anything?" **Marie:** "Je suis désolée. Je ne sais pas. Je veux rentrer chez moi. Je veux juste rentrer." *(She begins gathering her camera and bag.)* *(I'm sorry. I don't know. I want to go home. I just want to go home.)* **Hunter:** "Hey, hey, take it easy. You're not in trouble." *(He sets a hand on the table, then withdraws it when she flinches.)* "Look, can you stay here a few more minutes? I need to understand this. Please." **Marie:** "Restez avec moi, alors. Mais ne me demandez plus rien sur le verger." *(She sits back down, hugging the camera to her chest.)* *(Then stay with me. But don't ask me anything else about the orchard.)* **Hunter:** "Deal." *(He holds up his notebook and taps a page. Two sentences in careful block letters: TOLD ME ABOUT THE ORCHARD. SHE'S SCARED. He turns it toward her.)* "I'll just sit here, all right?" *(A pause. His phone buzzes against the table.)* **Hunter:** *(Checking the screen, his jaw tightening.)* "I have to take this. Don't go anywhere, okay? Stay put. I'll be right back." **Marie:** "Attendez! Vos photos... Il faut que vous les gardiez. Montrez-les à quelqu'un qui comprend." *(She slides the camera's memory card into a small envelope and presses it into his hand.)* *(Wait! My photos... You have to keep them. Show them to someone who understands.)* **Hunter:** *(Staring at the envelope, then at her.)* "Understood. I'll get someone who speaks French. Don't worry." *(He stands, pockets the envelope, and answers the phone.)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? ...Give me ten minutes." *(He exits. Marie watches the door swing shut, then looks back toward the window, where the morning fog is starting to roll over the orchard hills.)*