Of course. Here is the scene presented as a voice sheet. *** **Maria:** (Muttering to herself in Spanish, her voice trembling as she stares at the playback screen on her camera) No puede ser... no puede ser... Es... imposible. **Hunter:** (Approaching the table, his voice calm but firm) Ma'am? Excuse me. Mind if I sit for a moment? **Maria:** (Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide with fear. She clutches the camera to her chest) ¿Qué? No... no entiendo. **Hunter:** (Sits down slowly, keeping his hands on the table) I’m Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the disappearance of Mr. Abernathy. You're new in town. I've seen you around, always with that camera. **Maria:** (Shaking her head, her Spanish frantic and hushed) No entiendo inglés. Lo siento. Por favor... vi algo. ¡Algo terrible! En el bosque, cerca del viejo manzano. **Hunter:** (Leans forward slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion) Whoa, slow down. I don't... I don't speak Spanish. Not a word. Did you... see... Abernathy? Old man, tall, wears a green jacket? **Maria:** (She catches the name "Abernathy" and her face pales. She points to her camera desperately) ¡Sí! ¡El señor Abernathy! El hombre del puesto de manzanas. Una camioneta oscura... lo empujaron dentro. ¡Fue tan rápido! ¡Tengo una foto! ¡Mire! **Hunter:** (He holds up a hand, trying to calm her) Easy, ma'am. I'm not understanding a word you're saying. Pictures? You have pictures? (He points to her camera, then mimics taking a photo) Foto? See? **Maria:** (Nods vigorously, her relief palpable as she finally feels understood on some level) ¡Sí, sí! ¡Fotos! Pero... está borrosa. Se movían muy deprisa. (She fumbles with the buttons, her hands shaking too much to navigate the menu properly) Un momento... está aquí... ¡Dios mío, la cara del otro hombre...! **Hunter:** (His patience wearing thin, but he can see her genuine terror) Let me see the camera, ma'am. Please. Just... the camera. **Maria:** (She looks from his face to the camera, hesitant, then turns the screen towards him. It shows a blurry image of a dark van disappearing between trees. A streak of green fabric is visible near the van's door.) ¿Lo ve? La chaqueta verde. ¡Y la sombra! Había alguien más. Alto. Muy alto. **Hunter:** (He squints at the tiny screen, a flicker of professional interest in his eyes. He can't understand her words, but the green jacket is a clear match. He points at the screen.) The van... did you see a license plate? (He mimics writing in his hand) Plate? Numbers? **Maria:** (Frustrated, tears welling in her eyes as the language barrier slams down again) ¿Números? No, no, demasiado lejos. Demasiado rápido. Solo... la sensación. Era una sensación de maldad. Un frío... (She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself.) **Hunter:** (His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the caller ID and his expression hardens. He answers it with a sigh.) Hunter... Yeah, Sarge... What? By the old mill? Are you sure? Damn it. (He stands up abruptly, all his attention now on the phone) On my way. **Maria:** (Watches him, looking confused and abandoned) ¿Señor? ¿Detective? **Hunter:** (To Maria, holding up one finger as if to say 'wait', his voice rushed and authoritative) Stay here. Don't go anywhere. Do you understand? No... move. I'll get someone who can talk to you. (He turns and walks quickly out of the cafe without a backward glance, still talking into his phone) Yeah, secure the scene. Don't let anyone touch anything. I'm five minutes out. **Maria:** (Left alone at the table, she whispers in Spanish to the empty chair) Pero... no ha entendido lo más importante... El hombre que conducía... lo he visto antes. Aquí. En el pueblo.