Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ4D6AX87GDCBABE12JCGS

Here’s the dialogue formatted as a **voice sheet** for your cozy mystery scene, capturing the tension, language barrier, and underlying unease between Isabella and Hunter. --- ### **VOICE SHEET – CAFÉ SCENE** **Setting:** *A quiet café in Alborn, MN. The hum of conversation and clinking cups fills the air. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos with a furrowed brow. Hunter approaches, his expression serious.* --- **HUNTER** *(firm, no-nonsense, but not unkind—used to interrogating but trying to keep it civil)* "Miss? Mind if I sit? Name’s Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some… unusual activity around town lately." *(He pulls out the chair across from her without waiting for an answer, his badge flashing briefly. Isabella startles, gripping her camera tighter.)* --- **ISABELLA** *(rapid Italian, voice trembling—half to herself, half to him)* *"Dio mio… non ancora…"* *(Oh my God… not again…)* *(She glances around the café, then back at Hunter, eyes wide with something like fear or recognition.)* *"Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Non so cosa vuoi da me."* *(I’m sorry, I don’t speak English. I don’t know what you want from me.)* *(She clutches her camera closer, as if protecting it—or hiding something.)* --- **HUNTER** *(frowning, leaning in slightly—frustrated but intrigued by her reaction)* "Look, I don’t know what you just said, but you *understand* me, don’t you? You’ve been in town for—what, a month? Two? You’ve *seen* something. The festival. The orchards. *The missing people.*" *(He taps his fingers on the table, impatient. Isabella flinches at the word "missing.")* --- **ISABELLA** *(whispered Italian, urgent—tears welling but not falling)* *"Non posso… non posso parlane. È troppo pericoloso."* *(I can’t… I can’t talk about it. It’s too dangerous.)* *(She shakes her head violently, then suddenly grabs a napkin and a pen from her bag. She scribbles something—an address? A name?—but before she can show him, her hand freezes. She crumples it up instead.)* --- **HUNTER** *(sharp, noticing the crumpled napkin—his detective instincts flaring)* "Hey—what was that? You’re hiding something. *Give me that.*" *(He reaches across the table, but Isabella jerks back, knocking over her coffee. The cup shatters. The café goes quiet for a beat. Hunter curses under his breath, standing abruptly as his phone rings. He glares at the screen, then back at Isabella.)* --- **HUNTER** *(gritted teeth, torn between the call and her)* "This isn’t over. *Non… finito.*" *(He butchers the Italian, pointing at her.)* "I’ll find someone who speaks your language. And when I do, you’re gonna tell me *everything*." *(He answers the phone with a curt *"Hunter,"* then strides out, leaving Isabella shaking, the crumpled napkin still clenched in her fist.)* --- **ISABELLA** *(to herself, barely audible—desperate)* *"Che ho fatto… che ho fatto…"* *(What have I done… what have I done…)* *(She stares after Hunter, then slowly uncrumples the napkin. The camera lens catches the light as she tucks it into her bag—along with a photo of the orchards at night, where the last person vanished.)* --- ### **END SCENE NOTES:** - **Isabella’s Secret:** She’s seen something in the orchards—but is she a witness… or involved? - **Hunter’s Suspicion:** Her reaction was *too* strong. He’ll be back, with a translator. - **Foreshadowing:** The crumpled napkin (later revealed to be a location or a warning), the night photo, and her fear of "danger" hint at deeper ties to the disappearances. --- Would you like any adjustments to tone or subtext? For example, we could make Isabella more defiant, or Hunter more empathetic (though his marine background leans toward bluntness).