## Scene: A bustling cafe in Alborn, Minnesota. **SOUND:** Coffee grinder whirring gently; soft chatter of locals mingling with the clattering mugs and spoons **(Isabella sits at a table near window overlooking Main Street.) She is absorbedly reviewing photos on her camera's screen.** Hunter approaches hesitantly **(He looks around for an open seat). Spotting Isabella, he makes his way over)** **HUNTER:** Excuse me. Is this...seat taken? **(Isabella glances up at Hunter) ISABELLA: (In Italian with a nervous tremor in her voice.) *No*, non è occupato.* **Hunter tilts head slightly confused.** *Sorry, I don't speak…Italian?* ** ISABELLLA:** (Looks around bewildered. Speaks rapidly and animatedly still) *"Polizia? Scusami... Ma che cosa...? La ragazza in piazza..." * **(Hunters brow furrows)** HUNTER: (Pointing to himself.) Police officer Hunter.* **Isabella's eyes widen slightly, she swallows hard.** ISABELLA:* *Ma la signora… sparita. Non si sa nulla! Erano insieme... alla festa ieri sera*. (Her voice trails off) **(Hunter takes a deep breath trying not understand the gist.) HUNTER: You mean ...the festival yesterday? Someone missing...? * **ISABELLA:** *(Nods vigorously, her eyes welling with tears)* *Si! Sì!* ** HUNTER : (Gestures to himself again)** *(I'm... Hunter. Maybe you can tell me more about it later?) **(A loud ringing cuts through the cafe; It’s his phone.) HUNTER: *Excuse my call.* This is important *(He takes out a beat-up cellphone) * I gotta go, but let us talk again… maybe tomorrow? At... (Looks at her confused)* ** Isabella looks down with distress. Hunter walks away)** **(Hunter leaves to answer his phone; the ringing fades.)