Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8WQ488K3KWJESPKRX1G8S

## Voice Sheet: Scene - Alborn Cafe **Setting:** A small, bustling cafe in Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. The scent of apple pie hangs in the air. **Characters:** Isabella, Hunter --- **Scene Start** **Hunter:** (Approaching Isabella’s table, a weary look on his face. He gestures to the empty chair opposite her) Excuse me, mind if I sit? Just need a minute. **Isabella:** (Startled, looks up from meticulously cleaning her camera lens. She doesn’t notice his gesture, just sees a large man approaching. She clutches her camera closer) … **Hunter:** (Sitting anyway) I'm Detective Hunter. I’m looking into… well, into a few things that have been happening around town. Specifically, the disappearance of Old Man Hemlock. Did you… happen to be around the apple orchard yesterday afternoon? **Isabella:** (Eyes widening in fear, she bursts out a rapid stream of Italian, hands fluttering) *“Oh Dio mio! Hemlock?! Sparito? Ieri? Ero lì, certo! Ho visto… ho visto qualcosa. Qualcosa di strano! Un’ombra… e poi niente. Era spaventoso! Non capisco!*" (Oh my God! Hemlock?! Missing? Yesterday? I was there, of course! I saw… I saw something. Something strange! A shadow… and then nothing. It was scary! I don’t understand!) **Hunter:** (Furrowing his brow, utterly lost. He leans forward, trying to decipher anything.) Uh… English? Do you… speak English? **Isabella:** (Shakes her head vigorously, tears welling up. She repeats, slower but still distressed) *“Non parlo inglese. Solo italiano. Hemlock… scomparso?”* (I don’t speak English. Only Italian. Hemlock… missing?) **Hunter:** (Sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.) Right. Okay. Missing. You saw something… at the Orchard? (He points vaguely in the direction of the orchard) Can you… show me? Act it out? **Isabella:** (Confused by the request, but desperate to communicate. She slowly mimes a shadowy figure moving, then throws her hands up in the air in a gesture of helplessness.) *“Era qui…”* (It was here…) She gestures around her, then points vaguely towards a direction. *”...e poi… puff! Via! Come il fumo.”* (…and then… poof! Gone! Like smoke.) **Hunter:** (Starts to feel a headache coming on. He pulls out his notepad and pen, attempting to draw a stick figure.) You saw a... person? A dark shape? Was it big? Small? **Isabella:** (Frustrated, points at herself, then makes a much larger gesture, indicating a tall figure.) *“Molto più alto di me! E scuro… scuro come la notte!”* (Much taller than me! And dark… dark as night!) She shivers. **Hunter:** (Writing "Tall, dark figure" on his notepad, skeptical) Okay. And you didn’t see *who* it was? Any details? Clothes? Anything? **Isabella:** (Shakes her head, weeping silently now.) *“No! Troppo veloce… troppo buio… Ero così spaventata!”* (No! Too fast… too dark… I was so scared!) **Hunter:** (Just as he’s about to try a different tactic, his phone rings. He glances at the caller ID and swears under his breath.) Damn. Gotta take this. (He stands up) Look, I appreciate you trying to help. We’ll… we’ll figure something out. Maybe someone here speaks Italian? **Isabella:** (Looks up hopefully, then deflates as Hunter starts to walk away.) *“Aspetti!… Per favore…!”* (Wait!… Please…!) **Hunter:** (Turns back briefly) I’m sorry, I really am. Duty calls. (He walks out of the cafe, phone pressed to his ear.) --- **Scene End**