Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQDFHZZPEBBC5D1RJRZHJK

Here’s the dialogue formatted as a **voice sheet** for your cozy mystery scene, capturing the tension, language barrier, and subtle clues between Isabella and Hunter. --- ### **Scene: The Café Encounter** *Setting: A quiet café in Alborn, MN. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos. Hunter approaches, his expression serious. He pulls out a chair and sits across from her without asking.* --- **HUNTER** *(gruff, no-nonsense)* "Miss, I’m Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about what happened at the orchard last night." **ISABELLA** *(startled, gripping her camera tighter, responds in rapid Italian)* *"Che cosa? Io… io non so nulla! Non ero nemmeno lì ieri sera—*"* *(transl: "What? I—I don’t know anything! I wasn’t even there last night—")* **HUNTER** *(frowning, leaning in slightly)* "Look, I’m not accusing you of anything. But you were seen near the old Miller barn around midnight. People don’t just *wander* out there at that hour." **ISABELLA** *(voice shaking, eyes darting to the door, Italian)* *"Non è vero! Stavo solo… scattando foto del tramonto! Non ho visto niente, giuro!"* *(transl: "That’s not true! I was just… taking photos of the sunset! I didn’t see anything, I swear!")* **HUNTER** *(rubbing his temple, frustrated)* "Lady, I don’t speak whatever that is. Slow down. Use smaller words if you have to." **ISABELLA** *(realizing he doesn’t understand, switches to broken, heavily accented English, near tears)* "N-no… English. *Poco.*" *(gestures helplessly)* "I… take pictures. Only pictures. No see… *niente.*" *(transl: "nothing")* **HUNTER** *(sighs, pulls out a notepad, speaks slower)* "Alright. *Pictures.*" *(points at her camera)* "Show me. The ones from last night." **ISABELLA** *(hesitates, then reluctantly hands over the camera, hands trembling)* *(Hunter flips through the photos—mostly landscapes, but one blurry shot in the distance shows a shadowy figure near the barn. He zooms in, squints.)* **HUNTER** *(sharp, pointing at the photo)* "This. Who is this?" **ISABELLA** *(gasps, snatches the camera back, rapid Italian)* *"No, no, no—non è possibile! Lui non c’entra niente!"* *(transl: "No, no—this can’t be! He has nothing to do with it!")* **HUNTER** *(grabs her wrist as she stands up abruptly—she flinches)* "Whoa, easy. You’re not leaving yet. That photo’s evidence." *(Isabella’s breath hitches. A beat of silence. Hunter’s phone rings—he checks the caller ID, curses under his breath.)* **HUNTER** *(releases her, stands up)* "I’ve gotta take this. But we’re not done here." *(points at her)* "You. Stay in town. *Capisce?*" *(He strides out, phone to his ear. Isabella slumps back into her chair, whispering to herself in Italian, fingers clutching her camera like a lifeline.)* **ISABELLA** *(soft, desperate)* *"Dio mio… cosa ho fatto?"* *(transl: "My God… what have I done?")* --- **END SCENE** --- ### **Notes for Tone & Delivery:** - **Isabella:** Starts **panicked and rapid** in Italian, then shifts to **broken, fearful English** when she realizes Hunter doesn’t understand. Her voice should tremble, especially when she recognizes the figure in the photo. - **Hunter:** **Gruff and authoritative**, but with a hint of **exasperation** at the language barrier. His tone softens slightly when he realizes she’s genuinely scared, but he doesn’t let his guard down. - **Subtext:** Isabella knows more than she’s letting on—her reaction to the photo suggests she recognizes the person, and her fear isn’t just about being questioned. Would you like any adjustments to heighten the mystery or foreshadowing?