Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY88NB3F7T3Z59QSM3KJM6N

## Voice Sheet: Scene - Alborn Cafe **Setting:** A cozy, slightly worn cafe in Alborn, Minnesota. Mid-morning. The aroma of coffee and apple pie hangs in the air. **Characters:** Isabella (Italian speaker), Hunter (English speaker) --- **Hunter:** (Approaching Isabella’s table, a polite but firm tone) Excuse me, miss? I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into the disappearance of Old Man Hemlock. I understand you were near the apple orchard yesterday afternoon? Thought you might have seen something. **Isabella:** (Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide and filled with worry. She clutches her camera tighter.) *“Oh, Dio… Signor, non capisco. Non parlo inglese. Sono italiana.* (Oh God… Sir, I don’t understand. I don’t speak English. I am Italian.) **Hunter:** (Frowning slightly, clearly confused) English? You… you don’t understand English? I said, were you at Hemlock’s orchard yesterday? **Isabella:** (Shaking her head rapidly, her voice trembling) *“No, no! Ho visto… ho visto qualcosa di terribile! Qualcuno… qualcuno è sparito! Era spaventoso!*” (No, no! I saw… I saw something terrible! Someone… someone disappeared! It was frightening!) **Hunter:** (Running a hand through his hair. He's a man used to getting straight answers.) Disappeared? Look, lady, I need something I can *use*. Can you tell me *what* you saw? Slowly. Maybe I can figure it out. **Isabella:** (Gesturing frantically with her hands, pointing towards the orchard) *“La nebbia… c’era molta nebbia. E poi… un urlo. Un urlo terribile! E poi… niente. Solo silenzio. Ho scattato delle foto… forse le foto possono aiutare?”* (The fog… there was a lot of fog. And then… a scream. A terrible scream! And then… nothing. Just silence. I took some photos… maybe the photos can help?) **Hunter:** (His gaze sharpens at the mention of photos). Photos? You took photos in the fog? Let me see them. (He reaches for the camera, but pauses, sensing her hesitation.) Look, I just want to see if there’s anything that might give me a lead. I’m not going to confiscate anything. **Isabella:** (Slowly, cautiously, she hands him the camera. Her expression hasn't eased; she’s still deeply distressed. ) *“Spero… spero che possano essere d’aiuto. Ma ho paura. Molto paura.”* (I hope… I hope they can be of help. But I’m afraid. Very afraid.) **Hunter:** (Scrolling through the photos, mostly landscapes. He stops at one – a blurred image of mist and… something indistinct in the background.) This… this could be something. It's hard to tell with the fog. (He looks up at Isabella, frustration etched on his face.) Look, I really need someone to translate for me. This isn’t going anywhere. (His phone rings. He glances at the caller ID.) Duty calls. **Hunter:** (Into the phone, clipped and professional) Hunter. Yeah… another possible lead gone cold. No, I can't understand a word she's saying…Great. Okay, I’m on my way. (He hangs up, looking back at Isabella.) I’ve got to go. Someone just called about another…incident. Look, I'll see if I can find someone who speaks Italian. Stay put, okay? Don’t leave town. (He nods curtly and starts to walk away). **Isabella:** (Calling after him, panicked) *“Aspetti! Dove va? Per favore! Ho paura!*” (Wait! Where are you going? Please! I’m scared!) --- **Notes for Actors:** * **Isabella:** Should deliver her lines with raw emotion. Focus on conveying fear and desperation through tone and body language, even if the audience doesn't understand the words. The camera is her comfort object; she needs to have it close. * **Hunter:** Needs to convey his frustration without being hostile. He's a pragmatic detective – he needs information and he needs it now. He’s a bit rough around the edges, but not unkind.