## Scene: Cafe in Alborn, MN. **Setting:** A small, cozy cafe bustling with locals. Sunshine streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. **Characters:** * **Isabella:** Sitting at a small table by the window, sipping espresso, she's staring intently at her camera, seemingly troubled. A camera bag rests beside her on the chair. * **Hunter:** Approaches Isabella, looking like he belongs in a different setting entirely - rugged, wearing a slightly rumpled brown suit and a tired expression beneath his closely cropped hair. **(Hunter pulls up a chair opposite Isabella, clearing his throat)** **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I ask you a few questions? You seein' anyone suspicious around here lately?" **(Isabella looks up, startled. Her eyes are large and brown, reflecting genuine fear. She opens her mouth to respond, but her voice trembles in a torrent of rapid, anxious Italian. )** **Isabella:** "Oh mio Dio... non so cosa sta succedendo. Era così bello qui... e adesso... adesso tutto è cambiato..." **Hunter:** **(He frowns, completely lost.)** "Uh... sorry, ma'am, I don't speak Italian. English?" **(Isabella shakes her head, clutching her camera tightly. Her fear seems to deepen.) **Isabella:** "No... English... no." **(Hunter sighs, frustrated. He pulls out a notepad and pen.) **Hunter:** "Okay, look. Just a few questions. Have you..." **(He gestures vaguely.) **Hunter:** "...seen anyone unusual around town? Anything out of the ordinary?" **(Isabella bites her lip, her eyes darting around the cafe nervously.) **Isabella:** "Sì... ho visto... qualcosa. Un uomo... alto... occhi neri..." **(She trails off, her voice barely a whisper.) **Isabella:** "Per favore... va via." **(Hunter looks at her, genuinely concerned for the first time. He notices the unease radiating from her.) **Hunter:** "Look, I won't bother you anymore, but..." **(He hesitates, then writes down something on his notepad) **Hunter:** "... if you think of anything, anything at all, just give me a call." **(He shows her the number. **Isabella:** "Grazie." **(She manages a weak smile, but her eyes are still filled with fear. Hunter rises, nods, and turns to leave. Just then, his phone rings. He glances at the caller ID, swearing under his breath.) **Hunter:** "Damn it. Duty calls." **(He gives Isabella a quick, apologetic nod.) **Hunter:** "Sorry, gotta go. Take care of yourself, ma’am." **(He exits the cafe, hurrying down the street. Isabella watches him go, then looks back down at her camera, a deep sadness clouding her features.) **Voice Sheet:** **Isabella:** * "Oh mio Dio... non so cosa sta succedendo. Era così bello qui... e adesso... adesso tutto è cambiato..." * "Sì... ho visto... qualcosa. Un uomo... alto... occhi neri..." * "Per favore... va via." * "Grazie." **Hunter:** * "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I ask you a few questions? You seein' anyone suspicious around here lately?" * "Uh... sorry, ma'am, I don't speak Italian. English?" * "Okay, look. Just a few questions. Have you..." * "...seen anyone unusual around town? Anything out of the ordinary?" * "Look, I won't bother you anymore, but..." * "... if you think of anything, anything at all, just give me a call." * "Damn it. Duty calls.' * "Sorry, gotta go. Take care of yourself, ma'am."