Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK358R4Y3Y4J6DGTDGCY3BG

**Scene:** The interior of "The Crisp Apple," a cozy cafe in downtown Alborn, MN. The air smells of cinnamon and roasted coffee. Outside, preparations for the annual apple festival are underway, with bunting strung across the street. Isabella sits by the window, her vintage camera resting on the table as she reviews photos of the autumn foliage. Detective Hunter, looking weary and out of place in his heavy trench coat, approaches her table. **Voice Sheet** **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. Do you have a moment? I'm looking into the disappearance of a hiker near the orchards yesterday afternoon. Some folks said they saw a woman with a camera in that area around the same time." **Isabella:** *(Her eyes widen in panic, her hands trembling as she clutches her camera strap. She shakes her head rapidly, her voice high and distressed.)* "No, no! Io non ho visto niente di brutto! Ero solo a scattare foto agli alberi... le foglie erano così belle, rosso e oro. Perché mi chiede questo? C'è qualcuno scomparso? Oh, Dio, sono spaventata... non parlo la vostra lingua, non capisco!" **Hunter:** *(Frowning deeply, he leans in slightly, speaking slower and louder as if volume will bridge the gap.)* "Ma'am, I need you to calm down. I don't speak... whatever that is. Italian? Look, did you see a man in a blue jacket? Or anyone acting suspicious near the treeline?" **Isabella:** *(Tears welling up, she gestures frantically at her camera, then mimics taking a picture, then points to the woods outside, shaking her head 'no' again.)* "Signore, per favore... io non capisco le sue parole. Solo italiano. Sono sola qui, sono studentessa. Ho visto solo uccelli e mele. Nessuno strano, giuro! Perché mi guarda così? Ho fatto qualcosa di sbagliato?" **Hunter:** *(Rubbing his temples, his patience wearing thin but his expression softening slightly at her obvious fear.)* "Okay, okay. No blue jacket. Just birds and apples. Got it. You didn't see anyone vanish? Anyone running?" **Isabella:** *(Nodding vigorously, though her expression remains troubled.)* "Sì, sì! Solo uccelli. Nessuno correre. Per favore, lasciarmi stare. Il mio cuore batte troppo forte." **Hunter:** "Right. Well, if you remember anything, or if you take a picture of something... unusual, come find me at the station. It's the brick building on Main." *(He starts to pull a business card from his pocket but hesitates, realizing she likely can't read the English address.)* "Actually, never mind. Just... stay safe." *(Hunter's radio crackles loudly on his hip, followed by his cell phone buzzing against the table. He glances at the screen, his demeanor instantly snapping back to 'no-nonsense' mode.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. That's the Sheriff. I've got to run, ma'am. We found a lead up north." *(He gives a curt nod.)* "Keep that camera ready, just in case." **Isabella:** *(Watching him turn to leave, she calls out softly in Italian, more to herself than to him.)* "Vada con Dio, detective. E trovi quelle persone presto." **Hunter:** *(Doesn't turn back, already dialing his phone as he pushes through the cafe door.)* "Yeah, you too, miss."