Of course. Here is the voice sheet for the scene. *** **Scene:** The Daily Grind Cafe, Alborn, MN. Mid-morning. The air smells of coffee and apple cinnamon muffins. **Selvi** (Muttering to herself in Hindi, scrolling through photos on her camera's small screen. Her shoulders are hunched. Her hands tremble slightly.) यह नहीं हो सकता... वो आदमी... वो बस चला गया। (It can't be... that man... he was just gone.) **Hunter** (His voice is low and professional, not wanting to startle her.) Excuse me, ma'am? Ms… (He glances at a list) Selvi? My name is Detective Hunter. I'd like to ask you a few questions. **Selvi** (She looks up, her eyes wide with fear. She clutches the camera to her chest.) क्या? मुझे समझ नहीं आ रहा। आप कौन हैं? (What? I don't understand. Who are you?) **Hunter** (He pulls up a chair without waiting for an invitation, his expression neutral.) I was told you do a lot of landscape photography around town. We're investigating the disappearance of Mr. Abernathy. Did you happen to be taking pictures out by Miller's Creek yesterday evening? **Selvi** (Shaking her head, her voice trembling as she speaks rapidly in Hindi.) नहीं, नहीं... मैं नहीं जानती। कृपया मुझे अकेला छोड़ दें। मैंने कुछ नहीं देखा। (No, no... I don't know. Please leave me alone. I didn't see anything.) **Hunter** (He frowns, the lines on his forehead deepening. He holds up a hand.) Whoa, slow down. I don't... Right. No English. Okay. (He points to himself.) Hunter. Police. (He points to his badge.) **Selvi** (She shrinks back, her eyes darting towards the door. She says nothing, simply staring at his badge.) **Hunter** (He speaks slowly, using simple gestures. He points out the window, towards the hills.) Miller's Creek. Yesterday. (He mimes taking a picture with an imaginary camera.) Photo? You? **Selvi** (Her breath hitches. She understands the gesture. She looks down at her camera, then back at him, shaking her head again, more forcefully this time.) कुछ नहीं। बस पेड़ और पानी। मैं जाऊँ? (Nothing. Just trees and water. Can I go?) **Hunter** (He leans forward slightly, his gaze fixed on her camera.) I don't believe you. You're shaken. (He points to her trembling hands.) I need to see what's on that camera. **Selvi** (She pulls the camera completely out of his reach, her voice rising in panic.) नहीं! यह मेरा है! आप इसे नहीं ले सकते! वो मुझे देख लेगा! (No! This is mine! You can't take it! He will see me!) **Hunter** (He sighs, frustrated. He can't understand the words, but the terror is universal. He raises his hands in a placating gesture.) Okay. Okay. Easy. I'm not going to take it. Just... help me understand. (He points to his eyes, then to her.) What did you see? **Selvi** (A single tear rolls down her cheek. She whispers.) एक परछाई... और फिर कुछ नहीं। (A shadow... and then nothing.) **Hunter** (His phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his jaw tightening. He answers it.) Hunter… You’re sure? Okay. Ten minutes. (He hangs up and stands abruptly.) **Selvi** (Flinches at his sudden movement, watching him with wide, uncertain eyes.) **Hunter** (He looks down at her, a conflict playing out on his face. He pulls a pen from his pocket and scribbles his number on a napkin.) Look, I have to go. But this isn't over. (He pushes the napkin towards her.) Find someone. Someone who speaks English. And call this number. Do you understand? Call. Me. **Selvi** (She looks from his stern face to the strange script on the napkin, completely lost.) क्या? आप कहाँ जा रहे हैं? (What? Where are you going?) **Hunter** (He gives a short, frustrated sigh before turning to leave.) Just don't leave town.