Run: 2025-11-18-01KACPDGQNNV1E0268QW5XNBRF

Of course. Here is the dialogue as a voice sheet. *** **Melanie:** (A soft, thoughtful sigh. The quiet clicks of her camera's dial as she reviews photos.) **Hunter:** "Afternoon, ma'am. That's quite a camera you have there. Mind if I ask you a few questions? Detective Hunter." **Melanie:** (Looks up, startled. A beat of incomprehension.) "…Bitte?" **Hunter:** "I'm with the Alborn Police Department. We're investigating the disappearance of a local resident, Mr. Abernathy. He was last seen near Miller's Pond yesterday evening. We received a report of someone taking landscape photos out that way. I was hoping that might have been you." **Melanie:** (Her eyes widen in recognition at the mention of the pond. Her posture immediately becomes tense, her hands clutching her camera tightly. She starts speaking quickly, her voice trembling.) "Gestern Abend? Ja, ich war am Teich. Es war… oh, Gott, es war furchtbar. Der Nebel kam so schnell und… da war ein Geräusch. Ein Schrei. Ich dachte, es wäre vielleicht ein Tier, aber es klang so..." (Transl: Yesterday evening? Yes, I was at the pond. It was… oh, God, it was awful. The fog came in so fast and… there was a noise. A scream. I thought maybe it was an animal, but it sounded so…) **Hunter:** (His brow furrows. He holds up a hand.) "Whoa, okay. Ma'am. I'm not understanding a word you're saying. Do you… uh… speak any English?" **Melanie:** (Shakes her head, looking distressed. She points to herself.) "Melanie. Ich spreche nur Deutsch." (Transl: I only speak German.) **Hunter:** "Right. German. Okay." (He takes a slow breath, trying to think.) "Look. Pictures. Photos." (He points clearly at her camera.) "Yesterday. At the pond. Did you see… anyone? A man?" (He mimes an old man walking with a slight stoop.) **Melanie:** (Her eyes follow his gestures. She nods frantically, pointing back at her camera.) "Ja, die Fotos. Aber der Mann… nein. Ich habe niemanden gesehen. Nur der Schatten… als ich weglief. Eine Gestalt im Nebel." (Transl: Yes, the photos. But the man… no. I didn't see anyone. Only the shadow… when I ran away. A figure in the fog.) **Hunter:** (He rubs the back of his neck in frustration.) "A shadow? A guestalt? I'm sorry, I'm completely lost here." (He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice.) "Did you see something that scared you? You seem shaken." **Melanie:** (She hears the gentler tone and sees his concerned expression. She wraps her arms around herself, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the cafe.) "Ich hatte solche Angst. Ich bin einfach nur gerannt. Ich weiß nicht, was ich gesehen habe." (Transl: I was so scared. I just ran. I don't know what I saw.) **Hunter:** "Okay, listen, Melanie. Don't go anywhere. I'm going to find someone who can translate for us. This could be important." (His phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He pulls it out with an annoyed sigh.) "Hunter… Yeah… Where? Under the old mill bridge? Did you find… Okay. Secure the scene. I'm on my way." **Hunter:** (He shoves the phone back in his pocket and looks at Melanie, his expression now urgent.) "I have to go. Stay here. Wait. I'll be back." (He points at her, then at the chair, then holds up a finger for 'one minute' before pointing out the door.) "Do you understand? Wait." **Melanie:** (She just stares back, her face a mask of confusion and lingering fear.) "…Was?"