Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPH60AMR70Z9SWX1BP2FJM

Here’s the dialogue formatted as a **voice sheet** for your cozy mystery scene, capturing the tension, language barrier, and underlying unease between Selvi and Hunter. --- ### **Scene: The Café in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet, slightly worn café with checkered tablecloths. The hum of a coffee machine fills the air, and the scent of cinnamon lingers. Selvi sits alone at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos with a furrowed brow. Hunter approaches, his expression serious, a notepad tucked under his arm.* --- #### **Voice Sheet: Selvi & Hunter** **Hunter:** *(firm but not unkind, sliding into the seat across from her)* "Miss… Selvi, right? Mind if I ask you a few questions?" *Selvi looks up, startled. She clutches her camera tighter, her knuckles whitening.* **Selvi:** *(rapid, breathless Hindi, eyes darting toward the door)* "*Aap kaun hain? Main kya galat kiya?* (Who are you? What did I do wrong?) *Mujhe nahin pata tha… wo log theek nahin lag rahe the.* (I didn’t know… those people didn’t seem right.)" *Hunter blinks, then frowns, leaning in slightly as if volume will help.* **Hunter:** "Look, I don’t know what you just said, but I need you to—*slow down*—and answer in English. You were at the old mill two nights ago, yeah?" *Selvi’s breath hitches. She shakes her head vehemently, gripping the camera strap like a lifeline.* **Selvi:** *(urgent, pleading Hindi, voice cracking)* "*Nahin, nahin! Main wahan nahin thi!* (No, no! I wasn’t there!) *Main bas… tasveerein le rahi thi.* (I was just… taking pictures.) *Lekin maine dekha—*" *(She cuts herself off, pressing her lips together, as if realizing she’s said too much.)* *Hunter exhales sharply, rubbing his temple. He pulls out his phone, taps it, then turns the screen toward her—a photo of the mill at dusk, slightly blurred.* **Hunter:** "See this? Security cam caught *someone* with a camera near the back entrance around 9 PM. That you?" *Selvi stares at the photo. Her face pales. She whispers something under her breath—maybe a prayer—and then meets his gaze, her voice trembling but insistent.* **Selvi:** *(mixing broken English with Hindi, desperate to be understood)* "No—*nahin*—not me! *Main samajh nahin pa rahi hoon.* (I don’t understand.) But… *" *(She hesitates, then points at the photo, tracing a shadow near the trees.)* "*Wahan… ek aadmi tha.* (There… there was a man.) *Usne mujhe dekha. Phir…*" *(She mimics someone vanishing, hands spreading apart.)* *Hunter’s jaw tightens. He scribbles something in his notepad, then looks up just as his phone rings. He glances at the screen, curses under his breath.* **Hunter:** "Stay in town. Don’t go near that mill again." *(He stands, already answering the call.)* "Yeah, I’m on my way." *(Pauses, pins Selvi with a hard look.)* "And *find someone who speaks English*, got it?" *Selvi watches him leave, her fingers trembling as she clutches her camera. She murmurs to herself in Hindi, the words lost in the café’s quiet hum.* **Selvi:** *(soft, haunted)* "*Kya ho raha hai is shahar mein?* (What is happening in this town?)" --- ### **Notes for Tone & Delivery:** - **Selvi:** Starts **nervous, defensive**, but grows **increasingly agitated** as the conversation progresses. Her Hindi should sound **urgent, pleading**, with **broken English phrases** when she’s trying to communicate critical details. Physicality: **fidgeting with her camera, avoiding eye contact at first, then gripping the table when she mentions the man.** - **Hunter:** **Controlled, authoritative**, but with **underlying frustration** at the language barrier. His voice **drops to a growl** when he’s skeptical, but he’s not outright hostile—just **impatient**. Physicality: **leans in when pressing for answers, stands abruptly when the call comes.** - **Subtext:** Selvi **knows more than she’s saying**—she saw something (or someone) at the mill, and it terrified her. Hunter **senses she’s hiding something** but can’t push harder due to the language barrier. --- Would you like any adjustments to the emotional beats or pacing? Or additional context for their body language?