## Scene: Cafe Encounter **Setting:** A quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. The aroma of freshly baked apple pie wafts through the air. **[SCENE START]** **(ISABELLA sits at a table by the window, her brow furrowed as she scrolls through pictures on her camera. She's dressed in a stylish yet practical outfit, her camera bag slung across her chair. Hunter enters the cafe, his imposing figure sticking out amongst the lunchtime crowd. He scans the room, his eyes finally landing on Isabella. He approaches her table, stopping a respectful distance away.)** **HUNTER:** (Gruffly) Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I ask you a few questions? **(Isabella looks up, startled. She eyes Hunter with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She switches to Italian, her voice soft and melodic.)** **ISABELLA:** (In Italian) Mi scusi? Parla inglese? (Excuse me? Do you speak English?) **(Hunter frowns, completely lost. He pulls out a small notepad and pen from his pocket, flipping through it until he finds a page with a few basic Italian phrases scribbled down, clearly translations from someone else.)** **HUNTER:** (Slowly, mispronouncing every word) Uh... Io... bisogno... informazioni. (I... need... information.) **(Isabella’s apprehension grows. She sets her camera down, clutching it slightly.)** **ISABELLA:** (In Italian, her voice shaky) Informazioni? Su cosa? (Information? About what?) **(Hunter pulls out a photograph from his jacket pocket and places it on the table. It shows a middle-aged man, smiling warmly. Isabella gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.)** **HUNTER:** (Pointing at the photo) Avete visto questo uomo? (Have you seen this man?) **(Isabella stares at the photo, her eyes welling up. She shakes her head, her whole body trembling.)** **ISABELLA:** (In Italian, barely a whisper) No... Non lo so... (No... I don't know...) **(Hunter observes her closely, his years of experience hinting at her distress. He jots something down in his notepad, his brow furrowed in thought. Before he can press further, his phone rings. He sighs, glancing from the phone to Isabella.)** **HUNTER:** (Into the phone) Miller. Yeah, what’s up? **(He listens for a moment, nodding curtly. Isabella uses the distraction to compose herself, wiping away a stray tear.)** **HUNTER:** (Into the phone) Alright, I’m on my way. **(He hangs up, tucking the phone away. He looks back at Isabella, his expression softening slightly.)** **HUNTER:** (Speaking slowly) Thank you... uh... grazie. **(He hesitates, then picks up the photo and tucks it back into his pocket. Isabella watches him, her expression unreadable. Hunter turns to leave, then pauses and looks back at her. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, a gulf of language and culture between them. Then, Hunter nods curtly and exits the cafe. Isabella remains seated, her gaze fixed on the door, the encounter leaving her visibly shaken.) **(FADE OUT)** **[SCENE END]** --- **Voice Sheet:** **ISABELLA:** * "Mi scusi? Parla inglese?" (Excuse me? Do you speak English?) * "Informazioni? Su cosa?" (Information? About what?) * (Whispering) "No... Non lo so..." (No... I don't know...) **HUNTER:** * (Mispronounced Italian) "Uh... Io... bisogno... informazioni." (I... need... information.) * (Pointing) "Avete visto questo uomo?" (Have you seen this man?) * "Thank you... uh... grazie."