Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY83XXB03C2J2CT09EQY7WT

## Voice Sheet: Scene - Alborn Cafe **Setting:** A bustling, but cozy, cafe in Alborn, MN. Mid-morning. The aroma of coffee and apple pastries hangs in the air. **Characters:** Selvi (30, Hindi speaker), Hunter (35, Detective) --- **Selvi:** (Looking up from adjusting her camera settings, startled. Her voice is shaky, laced with fear. Speaking rapidly in Hindi) “*Yeh kya ho raha hai? Mai duniya hi nahi samajh pa rahi hoon! Kal raat… woh aawaz… aur phir woh aadmi… gayab!*” (What is happening? I don't understand anything anymore! Last night… that sound… and then that man... gone!) **Hunter:** (Approaching Selvi’s table, a worn notepad in hand. He’s trying to be friendly but his posture is inherently disciplined.) “Excuse me, miss? I’m Detective Hunter. I was hoping you might have seen something. There was… an incident near the orchard last night. A local, Old Man Hemlock, hasn’t been seen since.” **Selvi:** (Eyes wide, clutching her camera tightly. Continues in Hindi, her voice trembling more) “*Orchard? Haan… maine kal shaam wahan photographs li thi. Achha, bohot sundar tha… lekin… phir woh… aawaz… jaise cheezein toot rahi hain… aur ek bure manish ki aawaz…*” (Orchard? Yes… I took photographs there last evening. It was very beautiful… but then… that… sound… like things breaking… and a bad man’s voice…) **Hunter:** (Frowning, clearly not understanding. He tries to slow his speech, speaking louder, as if that will help.) “Orchard… you were there? Did you *hear* something? Anything unusual? A car? Shouting?” **Selvi:** (Shakes her head vigorously, still speaking Hindi) “*Mai kuch nahi sun pa rahi hoon. Mujhe kuch nahi pata. Mai sirf photographs leti hoon… sirf…*” (I can’t hear anything. I don't know anything. I just take photographs… just…) She trails off, looking down at her hands, appearing lost and vulnerable. **Hunter:** (Runs a hand through his short-cropped hair. Frustration is building. He pulls out a small translation app on his phone, but it’s slow to load.) “Okay, okay. Just… try to take a deep breath. Is there… anyone you know here who could translate for us? Someone who speaks English?” **Selvi:** (Looks up, confusion dawning on her face. She points to herself and then shakes her head emphatically.) "*Mai English nahi jaanti.*" (I don't know English.) **Hunter:** (Sighs, pocketing his phone. This is going nowhere fast.) “Right. Of course.” He pauses, trying a different tack. “Pictures. You’re a photographer. Did you *photograph* anything… anyone… near the orchard last night?” **Selvi:** (Hesitates, then slowly nods, her fingers tracing the strap of her camera.) "*Haan...maine photographs li thi. Shayad… Shayad kuch dikhaye…*“ (Yes… I took photographs. Maybe… maybe something will show…) She starts scrolling through the images on the camera’s display. **(Hunter’s cell phone rings, a harsh, official tone.)** **Hunter:** (Answers the phone, holding it to his ear) "Hunter... Yeah... What? Another one? … At Miller’s farm? … Copy that. I'm on my way." (He hangs up, his expression grim.) **Hunter:** (To Selvi, apologetic) “Look, I’m really sorry. I’m going to have to go. This is… more urgent than I thought. Show your pictures to Sheriff Brody down at the station. He has someone who speaks a lot of languages. He’ll be able to help.” **Selvi:** (Looks utterly bewildered and scared, clutching her camera protectively.) "*Kya…? Kya hua…?*" (What…? What happened…?) --- **Notes for Voice Actors:** * **Selvi:** Her Hindi should be quick, emotional, and panicked. The slightest tremble in her voice will convey her fear. Even though Hunter doesn't understand, her tone should still be understandable as distress. * **Hunter:** Maintain a gruff, pragmatic tone. He's trying to be polite, but he's a man of action, and the lack of communication is clearly frustrating him. He should not *shout* when speaking to Selvi. The frustration is internal, not directed at her.