Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQHT90T5127EJQW0V23Q6Q

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. Soft hum of conversation, clinking cups. Isabella sits alone, staring at her camera, fingers trembling slightly. Hunter approaches, his expression serious.* --- **HUNTER** *(firm, no-nonsense, but not unkind)* "Miss? Mind if I sit? Name’s Detective Hunter. I’ve got a few questions about what happened at the orchard yesterday." *(Isabella looks up, startled. She clutches her camera tighter, her dark eyes wide. She responds rapidly in Italian, voice shaking.)* **ISABELLA** *(urgent, frightened, in Italian)* *"Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese… Io non so nulla, davvero! Ho solo scattato delle foto, non ho visto niente—perché mi state chiedendo questo?!"* *(Translation: "I’m sorry, I don’t speak English… I don’t know anything, I swear! I just took photos, I didn’t see anything—why are you asking me this?!")* *(Hunter frowns, rubbing his jaw. He doesn’t understand a word but picks up on her panic.)* **HUNTER** *(slower, enunciating as if volume will help)* "Look, I just need to know if you saw *anything* unusual. People are missing. You were at the orchard—*same time* as the last disappearance." *(Isabella’s breath hitches. She flips through her camera, then suddenly stops on a photo—her face pales. She mutters under her breath in Italian, fingers white-knuckled.)* **ISABELLA** *(whispered, horrified, in Italian)* *"Dio mio… quella ombra… non era un albero. Non era *niente* di naturale."* *(Translation: "My God… that shadow… it wasn’t a tree. It wasn’t *anything* natural.")* *(Hunter leans in, noticing her reaction. He points at the camera.)* **HUNTER** *(sharp, commanding)* "Let me see that." *(Isabella flinches, shaking her head violently. She hugs the camera to her chest, speaking rapidly.)* **ISABELLA** *(pleading, in Italian)* *"No! Non posso—non so cosa sia, ma se la polizia lo vede, io… io sono nei guai! Non capisco cosa sta succedendo qui!"* *(Translation: "No! I can’t—I don’t know what it is, but if the police see it, I… I’m in trouble! I don’t understand what’s happening here!")* *(Hunter exhales sharply, frustrated. He pulls out his phone, thumb hovering over a contact—then it rings. He answers, voice clipped.)* **HUNTER** *(into phone, already standing)* "Hunter. …Yeah, I’m on my way." *(He pockets the phone, pins Isabella with a hard look.)* **HUNTER** *(low, warning)* "Stay in town. We’re not done." *(Isabella doesn’t understand the words, but his tone is universal. She watches, trembling, as he strides out. The camera shakes in her grip.)* --- ### **NOTES FOR DELIVERY:** - **Isabella:** Voice should be **high, breathy, and increasingly desperate**. Italian lines are rapid, emotional—like she’s holding back tears. English listeners should *feel* her fear even if they don’t understand. - **Hunter:** **Gravelly, controlled, but with an undercurrent of urgency**. His frustration grows as the language barrier thwarts him, but he never raises his voice—just gets *colder*. - **Subtext:** Isabella knows something (or *saw* something) terrifying. Hunter doesn’t realize she’s not being defiant—she’s *terrified*. --- Would you like any adjustments to tone or pacing? Or additional context for their next encounter?