Here is the dialogue as a voice sheet. **Maria:** (Muttering to herself in Spanish as she scrolls through photos on her camera, her brow furrowed with worry) "No puede ser... ¿Qué fue eso? Debería haberlo borrado..." **Hunter:** "Ma'am? Excuse me." **Maria:** (Looks up, startled. Sees a large, serious-looking man) "¿Perdón?" **Hunter:** "Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I was told you were near the old Miller Orchard last night. I'd like to ask you a few questions about Sarah Jenkins." **Maria:** (Shakes her head, holding up a hand in a gesture of confusion) "Lo siento, no... no entiendo. No hablo inglés." **Hunter:** (Lets out a slow, quiet sigh. He pulls out his badge and points to it) "Police. I'm investigating... a missing person. Girl. Sarah." (He gestures to a height of about 5'6" with his hand). "Did you see anything? Anoche... last night?" **Maria:** (Her eyes widen in recognition at his tone and the mention of the orchard. Her expression darkens with fear. She clutches her camera tighter) "El huerto... sí, estuve allí. Para las fotos del atardecer. Pero después... vi algo. Algo terrible." **Hunter:** (Leans in slightly, his voice lower. He doesn't understand the words, but he understands her fear) "Terrible? What was terrible? Did you see someone with her?" **Maria:** (Quickly starts scrolling through her photos again, her hands trembling slightly. She bypasses dozens of beautiful sunset shots of apple trees) "No, no... ella no estaba. Estaba oscuro. Yo oí un coche. Muy rápido. Y una sombra..." (She stops on a dark, blurry photo. It shows the distinct red taillights of a car speeding away down a dirt road, and a long, distorted shadow cast by her flash). "¡Mire! ¡Esto!" **Hunter:** (Squints at the small screen. He can make out the car, but the rest is a mess of shadows and blur) "A car... okay. What about the shadow? Was that a person? Un hombre?" (He points at the shadow, then points to himself). **Maria:** (Looks at him, frustrated, on the verge of tears) "¡No sé! Era alto... muy alto. Y oí... creo que oí un grito. Un grito de mujer." (She covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with the memory). "Tenía tanto miedo. Me escondí." **Hunter:** "A scream? You heard a scream?" (He realizes she can't understand him. He mimes a person shouting, then looks at her with a questioning expression). **Maria:** (Nods vigorously, pointing to her ear) "¡Sí! ¡Sí! Un grito. Y luego el coche se fue. Como un demonio." **Hunter:** (His phone buzzes sharply. He glances at the screen, his jaw tightening. He answers it). "Hunter... Yeah... Are you sure? Damn it. No, don't touch anything. I'm five minutes out." **Hunter:** (He hangs up and looks back at Maria, his frustration evident. He pulls a pen from his jacket and grabs a napkin from the dispenser on the table. He scribbles his name and number on it). "Look, I have to go. Stay here. ¿Comprende? Wait. I'll get someone who can... translate." (He makes a talking gesture with his hands between an imaginary two people). **Maria:** (Takes the napkin, looking down at the strange name and numbers. She looks up at him, her expression a mix of fear and confusion). "¿Traductor? Sí, por favor..." **Hunter:** "Right. Wait here." (He gives her one last, appraising look before turning and walking quickly out of the cafe). **Maria:** (Watching him go, she whispers to the empty chair across from her) "Dios mío... ¿en qué me he metido?"