Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FY0967VHT3EH77QR9JVYKB

**Voice Sheet: Scene 1, "The Lens and the Lake"** *Location: Corner café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Marie sits alone at a window table, a camera in her lap.* Hunter: "Excuse me. Mind if I sit down? I'm Detective Hunter, with the county. I'm looking into the disappearances on the east side of town." Marie: "Je suis désolée, je ne comprends pas. Vous parlez anglais, n'est-ce pas? Je... je ne sais pas." Hunter: "Okay. English. Good. You were at the lake Tuesday night, right? The witness at the marina said he saw a woman with a camera down by the boat launch." Marie: "Le lac... Oui, j'étais là. Je prenais des photos du coucher de soleil. Et puis j'ai vu quelque chose. Quelque chose qui ne devrait pas être là." Hunter: "Lady, I need you to slow down. I'm not following a word." Marie: "Pardon. Attendez." *(She turns the camera over in her hands, thumbing through the screen with trembling fingers.)* "Regardez. Ici. Le bateau, la lumière. Et cet homme." Hunter: "Is that a... what, a boat? Hold on." *(He leans closer to the screen.)* "There's a man on the dock. Who's that?" Marie: "Je ne sais pas qui il est. Il regardait l'eau. Il tenait quelque chose, une valise, je crois. Puis il n'était plus là. Il a simplement disparu." Hunter: "Disappeared. Like the others." *(He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck.)* "Did you see which direction he went?" Marie: "Vers la forêt. Mais j'ai eu si peur. Mon cœur battait si fort. Je suis rentrée en courant, et je n'ai rien dit à personne. Pas même à la police." Hunter: "Okay, I'm getting the gist. You're scared, you saw something, and you didn't report it. Fair enough. You're not in trouble." *(He slides a notepad across the table.)* "Can you draw me the dock? Show me where the man was standing?" Marie: "Oui. Oui, je peux faire ça." *(She sketches quickly, her hand steadier now.)* "Ici. Et le petit sentier, là. Il y a une vieille cabane." Hunter: "The old fishing shack. Yeah, I know it." *(He studies the drawing.)* "Good. This helps. Really." Marie: "Vous êtes policier, alors vous allez le trouver? Cet homme?" Hunter: "I'm going to try. I know you don't understand me, but I'm going to try." *(He taps the camera.)* "Can you send me those photos? Email, text, whatever works." Marie: "Je ne comprends pas 'email'. Mais je peux... *(she taps a few buttons and holds the camera up to him, pointing to a small icon)*... comme ça?" Hunter: "Bluetooth. Sure. Hang on." *(He fiddles with his phone, then nods.)* "Got them. Thanks." Marie: "Merci. Et vous? Vous avez peur aussi?" Hunter: "Me? No. Well, maybe a little. This town's been jumpy since the first disappearance." *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.)* "Dammit. That's the station." Marie: "Vous devez partir?" Hunter: "I have to go. Listen, stay somewhere with people for the next few days, okay? Don't go back down to that lake alone." *(He stands and pauses, one hand on the back of the chair.)* "I'll come back and find you. Keep that camera close." Marie: "Faites attention, Détective. Ce n'est pas un endroit sûr." Hunter: "Yeah. I'm starting to figure that out." *(He pulls on his jacket and heads for the door, phone already to his ear.)* "Hunter here. Tell me what you've got." *(The café bell chimes. Marie looks down at her camera, then out at the darkening lake beyond the window.)*