Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPFNWYFR0RPV538NCEVP89

Here’s the dialogue formatted as a **voice sheet** for your cozy mystery scene, capturing the tension, language barrier, and subtle clues between Selvi and Hunter. --- ### **Scene: The Café in Alborn, MN** *(Selvi sits at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos. Her brow is furrowed, her fingers trembling slightly. Hunter approaches, his expression serious but not unkind. He pulls out the chair across from her without asking—police habit—and leans in slightly.)* --- **HUNTER** *(low, measured)* "You were at the old mill yesterday afternoon. Saw you taking pictures near the riverbank." **SELVI** *(starts, gripping her camera tighter; responds in rapid, urgent Hindi)* **"Main wahan sirf… photos le rahi thi. Lekin maine kya dekha… uske baad, woh aadmi…"** *(She swallows hard, glancing toward the door as if expecting someone.)* **"Woh gaya… bas gaya. Aur uske saath… ek cheez thi. Ek… kaala bag."** *(Her voice drops to a whisper, hands shaking as she mimics the shape of a duffel bag with her fingers.)* **HUNTER** *(frowns, leaning back slightly—frustrated but trying to hide it)* "Look, I don’t know what you’re saying, but if you saw something near the mill, you gotta tell me. People are missing. *Three* people in two weeks." *(He pulls out a notebook, flips to a sketch of a pendant—a twisted silver charm—and slides it toward her.)* "Recognize this? Found it near the river. You take photos—maybe you caught something in the background?" **SELVI** *(stares at the sketch, her breath hitching. She points at the pendant, then at her camera, speaking faster)* **"Haan! Mainne dekha! Woh pendant… us aadmi ke haath mein tha! Usne use…"** *(She mimes throwing something into the water, then clutches her head.)* **"Main police ko batana chahti thi, lekin… main angrezi nahin bol paati."** *(A beat. She exhales sharply, then *slowly* pulls her camera toward Hunter, tapping the screen—zoomed in on a blurry figure near the mill, something dark in their hand.)* **HUNTER** *(eyes narrow, voice dropping to a growl)* "That’s him. That’s our guy." *(His phone rings—sharp, insistent. He glances at the screen, then back at Selvi, conflicted.)* "Stay here. Don’t leave town." *(He hesitates, then pulls a business card from his pocket, scribbles something on the back, and slides it to her.)* "My number. Call if you remember *anything* else. Even if you gotta… mime it." *(He stands abruptly, already answering the phone as he strides toward the door.)* **"Hunter. Yeah, I’m on my way—what? *Another one*?"** *(The café door swings shut behind him. Selvi stares after him, then down at the card in her hands. Her fingers trace the numbers as she whispers to herself in Hindi.)* **SELVI** *(soft, urgent)* **"Ab main kya karun…?"** *(She looks back at her camera, then quickly begins scrolling through her photos again—this time, with deliberate, fearful intensity.)* --- ### **Voice Direction Notes:** - **Selvi:** - Lines in **Hindi** should be delivered with escalating urgency, breathlessness. The actor should convey fear *without* relying on English cues—physicality (gripping the camera, glancing around) is key. - The final whispered line (*"Ab main kya karun…?"*) should feel like a prayer. - **Hunter:** - Gruff but not unkind; his frustration is with the *situation*, not Selvi. The line *"Stay here. Don’t leave town."* should carry weight—half warning, half plea. - The phone call interruption should feel like a gut-punch; his *"Another one?"* is quiet, disbelieving. - **Subtext:** - Selvi knows more than she’s letting on (the pendant, the black bag—possible evidence?). - Hunter’s scribbled number is a rare moment of vulnerability for him; he’s breaking his own rules by trusting her. --- Would you like any adjustments to the tone or pacing? Or additional details (e.g., background noise in the café, Selvi’s photos revealing more)?