Run: 2026-02-08-01KGYXX652FFHJG842M0T60RDG

# Voice Sheet — Scene at the Café --- *Isabella is seated at a small corner table in the only café on Main Street in Alborn, scrolling through photographs on her camera's LCD screen. Her cappuccino sits untouched, gone cold. Hunter pushes through the door, spots her, and approaches with his badge already in hand.* --- Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter Graves, Alborn PD. Mind if I sit down for a minute?" Isabella: *(glancing up from her camera, startled)* "...Scusi?" Hunter: "Detective Graves. I'm investigating some incidents in town. I noticed you've been out and about with that camera of yours — you spend a lot of time walking around, taking pictures, yeah?" Isabella: *(setting the camera down slowly, her brow furrowed as she tries to parse his words)* "Mi dispiace, non... non parlo inglese. Non capisco quello che sta dicendo." Hunter: *(pausing, then speaking more slowly, as if volume and enunciation might bridge the gap)* "Do. You. Speak. English? Eng-lish?" Isabella: *(shaking her head)* "No, no. Italiano. Parlo solo italiano." Hunter: *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay. That's... that's going to make this harder. Uh — the woman? The missing woman? Margaret Calloway?" *(He pulls a photograph from his jacket pocket and slides it across the table.)* "Have you seen her?" Isabella: *(looking down at the photograph. Her face drains of color. She pushes back slightly in her chair and her hand goes to her mouth.)* "Oh Dio... questa donna... l'ho vista. L'ho vista due notti fa, vicino al vecchio frutteto. Stava correndo. Sembrava terrorizzata, e c'era qualcuno dietro di lei — un'ombra, un uomo, non so. Ho provato a chiamarla ma è sparita nel buio." Hunter: *(leaning forward, reading her body language intently)* "You recognize her. I can see that. What do you know? Can you — can you tell me anything?" Isabella: *(her hands trembling now, gripping the edge of the table)* "Non riesco a spiegarle... è terribile. Avevo la macchina fotografica con me quella sera, stavo fotografando il paesaggio al tramonto. Ho sentito un urlo. Un urlo fortissimo. Ho scattato delle foto nella direzione del rumore, ma era buio, era tutto sfocato..." Hunter: "I have no idea what you're saying, but you're shaken up. That much I can tell. Okay, hold on—" *(He mimes a camera with his hands, then points at her camera on the table.)* "Your camera. Photos. Did you take photos? Pictures?" *(He makes a clicking gesture.)* Isabella: *(understanding the gesture, she nods quickly and picks up the camera, scrolling back through images with shaking fingers)* "Sì, sì, le foto! Guardi, guardi qui—" *(She turns the screen toward him. The images show the old apple orchard at dusk, the last one blurred and dark but with an unmistakable silhouette — maybe two figures — at the tree line.)* "Vede? Vede quella figura? C'era qualcuno là. Qualcuno l'ha portata via. Ne sono sicura." Hunter: *(squinting at the screen, his jaw tightening)* "That's the Hadley orchard. And that — that could be a person. Two people, maybe. Jesus." *(He looks at her.)* "I need this camera. Can I — can I take this? Borrow?" *(He points at the camera, then at himself, then mimes bringing it back.)* Isabella: *(pulling the camera protectively toward her chest, then hesitating)* "La mia macchina fotografica... è tutto quello che ho. Ma se può aiutare quella povera donna..." *(She slowly, reluctantly, extends the camera toward him.)* "La prego, me la restituisca. E la prego... trovi quella donna. Quello che ho visto quella notte... non riesco a togliermelo dalla testa. Ho paura." Hunter: *(taking the camera gently, nodding)* "I'll get it back to you. I promise. And I'm going to figure out what—" *(His phone rings. He pulls it from his pocket and glances at the screen. His expression hardens.)* Hunter: "Graves... Yeah. Where? ...How long ago? Don't let anyone near it. I'm on my way." *(He ends the call and stands abruptly, tucking the camera carefully under his arm.)* "I have to go. Something just came up." *(He pulls a business card from his pocket and places it on the table in front of her, tapping it with his finger.)* "My number. Call me if you remember anything else — or, hell, find someone who speaks English and Italian and call me. Okay?" Isabella: *(taking the card, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes)* "Stia attento. Qualunque cosa ci sia là fuori... non è normale. Lo sentivo nell'aria quella notte. Stia attento, detective." Hunter: *(not understanding her words, but catching something in her tone that makes him pause at the door)* "...Yeah. You too, ma'am." *(He pushes out into the gray afternoon. Isabella sits alone, staring at the business card, then at the empty space where her camera had been. She wraps both hands around her cold cappuccino and does not drink.)* --- *End of scene.*