Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAH9J07CXP5P097V42CH53

**Marie's Cafe Scene: Voice Sheet** *A small corner table outside Lindqvist's Bakery. Late afternoon. Marie sits with her camera in her lap, thumbing through its screen. HUNTER approaches, notebook in hand.* Hunter: "Excuse me. Are you Marie Duval? The woman who was at the orchard road on Tuesday night?" Marie: "Pardon... je ne comprends pas. Vous parlez anglais?" *[Pardon... I don't understand. Do you speak English?]* Hunter: "Right. Okay. Let me try again. Tuesday. The orchard road. Were you there?" Marie: "Tuesday... oui, j'étais là. J'ai pris des photos du coucher de soleil. Et puis..." *(She stops, her voice unsteady.)* "Il y avait quelqu'un. Je l'ai vu partir avec cette femme. Elle ne bougeait plus." *[Tuesday... yes, I was there. I took sunset photos. And then... there was someone. I saw him leave with that woman. She wasn't moving anymore.]* Hunter: *(frowning, leaning in)* "Whoa, slow down. I got 'Tuesday' and 'orchard.' The rest is just noise to me. Did you see someone take someone?" Marie: "Je ne sais pas comment vous expliquer. Mes mains tremblent encore. Regardez." *(She turns the camera toward him, showing the screen.)* "C'est la photo. Je ne voulais pas la voir." *[I don't know how to explain it. My hands are still shaking. Look. It's the photo. I didn't want to see it.]* Hunter: *(squinting at the screen, then at her)* "Okay, I can't read French, but I can read a photo. That's a man by a truck. Is that the guy?" Marie: "Oui. Le camion, la femme au sol... Et il m'a regardée. Il savait que j'étais là." *(Her voice cracks.)* "Je n'ai rien dit à la police. J'ai eu peur." *[Yes. The truck, the woman on the ground... And he looked at me. He knew I was there. I didn't tell the police. I was afraid.]* Hunter: *(exhales, sits down across from her, lowers his voice)* "Hey. Nobody's gonna hurt you here. I was a Marine for twelve years. I've seen scared. You're not in trouble for being scared. But I need you to tell this to someone who speaks your language and mine, or at least to me, slowly, with your hands if you have to." Marie: "Vous êtes gentil, mais je ne comprends pas un mot de ce que vous dites." *(She gives a small, watery laugh.)* "Ironique, non? Nous sommes assis ici et nous ne pouvons rien nous dire." *[You're kind, but I don't understand a word you're saying. Ironic, isn't it? We're sitting here and we can't say anything to each other.]* Hunter: *(a short, reluctant chuckle)* "Yeah. Ironic is one word I understood." *(They sit in silence for a moment. Marie points at the camera, then at her own eyes, then at the orchard road in the distance through the window. Hunter nods slowly, taking notes.)* Hunter: "Okay. We'll figure this out. You're going to show me exactly where you were standing. Can you do that?" Marie: "Oui. Je peux vous montrer. Mais je veux que quelqu'un traduise. Pas vous, je ne vous fais pas confiance encore." *[Yes. I can show you. But I want someone to translate. Not you, I don't trust you yet.]* Hunter: "Fair enough. I'll get an interpreter from the county office. Don't go anywhere." *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.)* Hunter: *(into phone)* "Yeah. Hunter. Say that again... Where?... Okay. No, I'm on my way. Keep the scene sealed." *(He hangs up and looks back at Marie.)* Hunter: "I have to go. Stay here. Lock your door tonight, and don't post those photos anywhere. I'll be back within the hour with someone who can talk to you properly." Marie: "Attendez! Qui est cette femme? Est-ce qu'elle est vivante?" *[Wait! Who is this woman? Is she alive?]* Hunter: *(pausing at the door, shaking his head)* "I don't know what you just asked me, but I'm guessing it's the same question I'm asking myself." *(He exits. Marie looks down at her camera, then slowly lifts it and turns the screen toward the window, as if checking for someone outside.)* *[END SCENE]*