Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQCSNK18QXYEYG48J27VCH

**Voice Sheet: Café Conversation** *(Melanie sits at a small outdoor table, her camera resting in her lap. She flips through the photos on the display, her brow furrowed. Hunter approaches, his expression serious but not unkind.)* **Hunter:** *(clears throat, standing a respectful distance away)* Excuse me, miss? Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? **Melanie:** *(startled, looks up, then relaxes slightly when she sees his badge)* Oh—ja? Äh… *you*… sprechen…? *(shakes head, frustrated)* Nein, nein, ich verstehe nicht. *(gestures to her camera, then to the street, voice trembling)* Ich war hier… fotografieren. Aber dann… *(trails off, hugs herself, eyes darting around nervously)* **Hunter:** *(frowns, rubbing the back of his neck)* Uh… okay. I’m sorry, I don’t—*(mimes taking a photo)* You were taking pictures? Near the festival grounds? **Melanie:** *(nods rapidly, then points toward the edge of town)* Ja! Die Äpfel… schön. Aber dann… *(shudders, whispers)* Die Frau. Sie ist… *gone*. Einfach… weg. **Hunter:** *(leans in slightly, tone gentle but firm)* A woman? You saw a woman disappear? **Melanie:** *(nods again, voice rising in distress)* Ja! Sie hat geschrien—nein, nicht geschrien. Sie hat… *(mimes a hand over her mouth, eyes wide)* Dann *whoosh*. Wie der Wind. *(shakes her head, muttering in German)* Das ist nicht möglich. Das ist nicht möglich. **Hunter:** *(pulls out a notepad, flips it open, then hesitates, pen hovering)* Ma’am, I really wish I spoke German. But if you saw something—anything—it could help. *(points to her camera)* Did you get a picture? **Melanie:** *(clutches her camera tighter, then reluctantly turns the display toward him, scrolling through photos. She stops on a blurry shot of the festival, then zooms in on a dark figure near the trees. Her finger trembles as she taps the screen.)* Hier. Das… das ist nicht normal. **Hunter:** *(squints at the photo, then at her, jaw tightening)* That’s… *(trails off, then sighs, pulling out a business card)* Look, I gotta take this. *(phone rings; he answers with a sharp “Detective Cole.” Pauses, then swears under his breath.)* Yeah, I’m on my way. *(hangs up, hands her the card)* If you remember anything else—anything at all—call me. Ask for an interpreter if you need to. **Melanie:** *(takes the card, staring at the English words, then up at him, voice small)* Sie… Sie glauben mir? **Hunter:** *(nods once, already turning to leave)* I believe you saw *something*. And I’m gonna find out what. *(pauses, then adds gruffly)* Stay safe, okay? *(Melanie watches him go, then looks back at her camera, her hands shaking. She whispers to herself in German, too low for anyone to hear.)* **Melanie:** *(softly, to herself)* Das ist kein Zufall. Und ich… ich bin die Einzige, die es gesehen hat. *(End scene.)*