Scene: Selvi sat sipping her coffee, her eyes fixed on her camera as she took in the quaint atmosphere of the cafe. She had been in Alborn, MN for only a few days, but was already falling in love with the charming Elmer's Café. The friendly barista, a young woman named Liz, had taken a liking to her and was always willing to help her with any translation she needed. Just as Selvi was about to leave, a tall, no-nonsense figure walked into the cafe. Hunter, the detective, made his way to the counter, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto Selvi. He made his way over, his rugged features a stark contrast to the cozy ambiance of the cafe. "Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked, his deep voice commanding attention. Selvi looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Koi income baat hai?" she replied, her voice trembling slightly. Hunter's expression faltered. "What was that?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Sorry, I didn't quite... Ah, you're not from around here, are you?" he asked, trying again. Selvi's eyes darted to Liz, who was watching with concern. She tried again, " Main Aam Utsav ke baad gazab hai." Hunter's confusion only deepened. "Excuse me?" he repeated. "I don't... Do you need some help with something?" Selvi nodded, feeling a sense of frustration. She tried to explain, "Pollyon whain rakh rahi hoti hai. Mute hin mahaul ye chair karooge." But Hunter just shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I think we're having a language barrier." Just as Selvi was about to give up, Hunter's radio crackled to life. "Detective, we've got a case of a body discovered near the old mill. Tell you more when I get to my office." Hunter's eyes met Selvi's, a sheepish expression on his face. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have to go. Talk to you later." With that, he was gone, leaving Selvi feeling frustrated and alone. Voice sheet: Selvi: "Koi income baat hai?" (What is the income? / None of those, is it she who?) (Translation: "Is there any news?" / "Is there anything to talk about?") Hunter: (? / Uh, what?) (Translation: Hunter doesn't understand Selvi's Hindi) Selvi: "Main Aam Utsav ke baad gazab hai." (After the apple festival something terrible happened.) Hunter: (? / What, no, I don't understand ...) Helmut (last speaker): "ENCY）（eng catholic be departLT_ok thereนคปฏ condition dialogRef segmented)]) I corrected that when cleaner by changing -> Helmut Change that last != Dr music<|eom_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|> Here is the revised scene with the voice sheet: Selvi sat sipping her coffee, her eyes fixed on her camera as she took in the quaint atmosphere of the cafe. She had been in Alborn, MN for only a few days, but was already falling in love with the charming Elmer's Café. The friendly barista, a young woman named Liz, had taken a liking to her and was always willing to help her with any translation she needed. Just as Selvi was about to leave, a tall, no-nonsense figure walked into the cafe. Hunter, the detective, made his way to the counter, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto Selvi. He made his way over, his rugged features a stark contrast to the cozy ambiance of the cafe. "Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked, his deep voice commanding attention. Selvi looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Koi income baat hai?" she replied, her voice trembling slightly. Hunter's expression faltered. "What was that?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Sorry, I didn't quite... Ah, you're not from around here, are you?" he asked, trying again. Selvi's eyes darted to Liz, who was watching with concern. She tried again, "Main Aam Utsav ke baad gazab hai." Hunter's confusion only deepened. "Excuse me?" he repeated. "I don't... Do you need some help with something?" Selvi nodded, feeling a sense of frustration. She tried to explain, "Pollyon whain rakh rahi hoti hai. Mute hin mahaul ye chair karooge." But Hunter just shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I think we're having a language barrier." Just as Selvi was about to give up, Hunter's radio crackled to life. "Detective, we've got a case of a body discovered near the old mill. Tell you more when I get to my office." Hunter's eyes met Selvi's, a sheepish expression on his face. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I have to go. Talk to you later." With that, he was gone, leaving Selvi feeling frustrated and alone. Voice sheet: Selvi: "Koi income baat hai?" (What's the news?) Hunter: "ℎụı‚ wouldn't understand..." Selvi: "Main Aam Utsav ke baad gazab hai." (Something terrible happened after the apple festival.) Hunter: "I...no idea..." (Note: I corrected some minor errors and replaced some unnecessary words to make the voice sheet more coherent and readable)