Here’s the voice sheet for your scene, capturing the tension, confusion, and emotional weight of the interaction between Maria and Hunter. The dialogue is written to reflect Maria’s distress in Spanish (with English translations for clarity) and Hunter’s growing frustration at the language barrier. --- ### **Voice Sheet: Café Scene – Maria & Hunter** #### **Setting:** *A cozy but slightly run-down café in Alborn, MN. The scent of coffee and cinnamon lingers in the air. Maria sits at a small corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos on the screen. Her expression is distant, troubled. Hunter, in his usual no-nonsense demeanor, approaches her table. He pulls out a chair and sits without waiting for an invitation.* --- ### **Dialogue:** #### **Hunter** *(direct, no-nonsense, slightly impatient)* "Excuse me, miss. Do you have a minute?" *(Maria looks up, startled. She doesn’t respond immediately, her grip tightening on her camera.)* #### **Maria** *(softly, in Spanish, shaking her head slightly)* "No entiendo... ¿Qué quiere?" *(I don’t understand... What do you want?)* *(Hunter frowns, realizing she doesn’t speak English. He pulls out his notepad, flips to a blank page, and scribbles something before sliding it toward her. It’s a poorly drawn sketch of the town square with a question mark.)* #### **Hunter** *(pointing at the sketch, speaking slowly as if that will help)* "Town square. Three nights ago. You were there, right? With your camera?" *(Maria’s eyes widen. She looks at the sketch, then back at Hunter. Her hands tremble as she sets the camera down. She responds in rapid, shaky Spanish.)* #### **Maria** *(in Spanish, voice breaking slightly)* "Sí, estuve allí... pero no vi nada. Solo... solo tomé fotos del festival. No sé qué pasó después. Había tanta gente, y luego... luego todo se volvió raro. La gente empezó a desaparecer, como si se los tragara la noche. Yo... yo solo quería irme, pero no podía moverme. Era como si algo me observara." *(Yes, I was there... but I didn’t see anything. I just... I just took photos of the festival. I don’t know what happened after. There were so many people, and then... then everything got weird. People started disappearing, like the night swallowed them. I... I just wanted to leave, but I couldn’t move. It was like something was watching me.)* *(Hunter stares at her, clearly not understanding a word. He rubs his temple, frustrated.)* #### **Hunter** *(sighing, trying to piece it together)* "Look, I don’t speak Spanish. But I *need* to know what you saw. People are missing. If you saw something—anything—you gotta tell me." *(Maria shakes her head, tears welling up. She grabs her camera again, flips through the photos, and turns the screen toward Hunter. The images show the festival—laughing faces, apple pies, children running—but the last few photos are blurry, as if the camera shook. In one, a shadowy figure looms at the edge of the frame, indistinct but unmistakably *wrong*.)* #### **Maria** *(in Spanish, pointing at the photo, voice trembling)* "¡Mire! ¡Ahí! Algo no estaba bien. No era una persona normal. Era... como una sombra con ojos. Y luego, la gente empezó a irse. Uno por uno. Yo corrí. No miré atrás." *(Look! There! Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t a normal person. It was... like a shadow with eyes. And then, people started leaving. One by one. I ran. I didn’t look back.)* *(Hunter squints at the photo, then back at Maria. He doesn’t understand her words, but her fear is palpable. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.)* #### **Hunter** *(muttering to himself)* "Great. Just great. A witness who can’t tell me a damn thing." *(His phone rings. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and curses under his breath.)* #### **Hunter** *(to Maria, pointing at her, then at himself)* "Stay here. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back." *(Maria nods, though she doesn’t understand. Hunter stands abruptly, answering the phone as he walks away.)* #### **Hunter** *(into the phone, already distracted)* "Yeah, I’m on it. What’ve you got?" *(Maria watches him go, her fingers clutching her camera like a lifeline. She whispers to herself in Spanish, her voice barely audible.)* #### **Maria** *(softly, to herself)* "Dios mío, ¿qué está pasando en este pueblo?" *(My God, what is happening in this town?)* *(The café’s ambient noise fills the silence as Maria is left alone, her mind racing with the horror of what she saw—and the fear of what might come next.)* --- **End Scene.** --- ### **Notes for Performance:** - **Maria’s Voice:** Shaky, emotional, with a mix of fear and confusion. Her Spanish should sound natural, with pauses and stuttering as she struggles to articulate what she saw. - **Hunter’s Voice:** Gruff, impatient, with a hint of frustration. His tone softens slightly when he realizes she’s genuinely terrified, but he’s still all business. - **Body Language:** - **Maria:** Clutching her camera, avoiding eye contact at first, then pointing urgently at the photos. Her posture is tense, as if she’s reliving the moment. - **Hunter:** Leaning in slightly when he speaks, then pulling back when he realizes she doesn’t understand. His movements are sharp, military-like, but he’s clearly out of his depth with the language barrier.