Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY931C3M56SMK2S1563GJF1

**VOICE SHEET: SCENE – THE CAFÉ CONFRONTATION** **Setting:** A quaint, sunlit café in Alborn, MN. The air smells of coffee and cinnamon. Isabella sits at a small wooden table, her camera open beside her, her fingers tracing the lens with quiet distress. Hunter, in his rumpled jacket, leans against the table across from her, arms crossed. --- ### **DIALOGUE** *(Hunter clears his throat, startling her. She jumps slightly, her hands flying to her chest.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, blunt)* "You. The girl with the camera." *(Isabella blinks rapidly, her eyes darting between him and the camera. She exhales shakily, switching to Italian.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering, trembling)* "Sì… sì, sono io. *Yes, it’s me.*" **Hunter:** *(frowning, not understanding)* "What?" *(Isabella swallows hard, her voice cracking slightly.)* **Isabella:** *(urgent, frantic)* "Non so se capisci… *I don’t know if you understand.* Ma… *But…* ho visto qualcosa. *I saw something.*" **Hunter:** *(leaning in, skeptical)* "What’d you see?" *(Isabella hesitates, glancing around nervously before lowering her voice further.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering)* "L’altra notte… *Last night…* c’era un uomo vicino al bosco. *There was a man near the woods.* Portava qualcosa… *He was carrying something…* come un sacco. *Like a bag.*" **Hunter:** *(raising an eyebrow, still not following)* "A bag? What kind of bag?" *(Isabella’s hands tremble. She looks at her camera, then back at him, her voice breaking.)* **Isabella:** *(desperate)* "Non so! *I don’t know!* Ma… *But…* era buio. *It was dark.* E… *And…* l’uomo… *The man…* non sembrava… *didn’t seem…* normale. *normal.*" *(Hunter exhales, rubbing his jaw, still confused but intrigued.)* **Hunter:** "You think he was taking someone?" *(Isabella nods frantically, her eyes wide.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering)* "Sì. *Yes.* E… *And…* ho scattato una foto. *I took a picture.* Ma… *But…* non so se serve. *I don’t know if it helps.*" *(Hunter’s eyes flick to the camera beside her. He hesitates, then reaches out slowly.)* **Hunter:** "Let me see." *(Isabella flinches but doesn’t pull away. She hands him the camera. Hunter opens it, scanning the photos—most are blurry landscapes, but one is grainy, dark, and indistinct. He zooms in, his expression hardening.)* **Hunter:** *(muttering)* "Son of a—" *(His phone buzzes. He glances at it, then back at Isabella, his tone shifting to urgency.)* **Hunter:** "You stay here. I’ll be back." *(He stands abruptly, pocketing the camera. Isabella watches him go, her hands still shaking.)* **Isabella:** *(to herself, in Italian)* "Dio mio… *Oh my God…*" *(Hunter strides toward his car, already dialing someone. The café door swings shut behind him.)* --- **End Scene.** *(Note: For full immersion, Isabella’s Italian would include regional dialect nuances, and Hunter’s frustration would be palpable in his body language—crossed arms, clenched jaw, and the way he grips the camera handle.)*