Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5VB5TQE3WZM9KFNCBAAE0

**VOICE SHEET** **SETTING:** A small cafe in Alborn, MN. The air smells of coffee and baked goods. Isabella sits alone at a small, wrought-iron table, scrolling through photos on her digital camera with a frown. **(Sound of a chair scraping softly on the patio stones)** **Hunter:** (His tone is professional, direct) Excuse me. Miss? **(Isabella looks up, startled. Her expression is troubled, her eyes a little red-rimmed)** **Isabella:** (In Italian, her voice shaky and rushed) *Mi scusi, non parlo inglese. C'è... c'è stato un incidente. Ho visto qualcosa, forse... non so. Sono spaventata.* (Translation: I'm sorry, I don't speak English. There was... there was an incident. I saw something, maybe... I don't know. I'm scared.) **Hunter:** (A long, frustrated sigh. He speaks slowly and loudly as if volume will bridge the language gap) I. Don't. Understand. You. Were you at the town square last night? During the... disturbance. **Isabella:** (Shakes her head, clearly not understanding his words but grasping his intense tone. She holds up her camera, her hands trembling slightly) *La mia macchina fotografica. Forse... forse ho una foto. Ma è sfocata. Tutto è successo così in fretta.* (Translation: My camera. Maybe... maybe I have a photo. But it's blurry. Everything happened so fast.) **Hunter:** (Pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated. He points at the camera) Pictures? You took pictures? Can I see? **Isabella:** (Nods vigorously, understanding the gesture. She turns the camera screen toward him, navigating to a specific, dark, blurry image) *Vede? Là. C'era qualcuno... o qualcosa. Si muoveva in modo strano.* (Translation: See? There. There was someone... or something. It was moving strangely.) **Hunter:** (Leans in, squinting at the indistinct image. It shows little more than a dark shape and motion blur against the church wall. Disappointed but intrigued) It's nothing. Just shadows. Were you alone? Did you see anyone else? **Isabella:** (Shrugs helplessly, on the verge of tears from the frustration and the memory) *Non capisco. Per favore. È sparito... proprio là.* (Translation: I don't understand. Please. He disappeared... right there.) **(The sharp, insistent ring of Hunter's cell phone cuts through the tension)** **Hunter:** (Holds up a finger to Isabella - "one minute" - and answers the phone, his back turning slightly) Hunter... What? Now? Alright. I'm on my way. (He snaps the phone shut and turns back to Isabella, his expression all business again) I have to go. Stay. Here. In town. Capisce? *Stay.* **Isabella:** (Nods slowly, the one English word clear. She hugs her camera to her chest like a shield) *Sì... sì, capisco.* (Translation: Yes... yes, I understand.) **(Hunter gives her a final, appraising look, then turns and strides away quickly, leaving Isabella alone and visibly shaken at the table)**