Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9CS30MJMBS4XS2XRJYKAN

Okay, here’s a voice sheet for a scene featuring Isabella and Hunter, leaning heavily into the cozy mystery feel and highlighting the language barrier and their contrasting personalities. **SCENE:** The Cozy Kettle Cafe - Alborn, MN **Setting:** The Cozy Kettle Cafe is a small, slightly worn establishment with mismatched floral wallpaper and the comforting aroma of cinnamon and coffee. Rain streaks the windows. **(SOUND of gentle rain, low cafe chatter)** **ISABELLA:** (Sitting alone at a small table near the window, meticulously adjusting the lens on her DSLR camera. She’s staring at a photo on the screen – a moody shot of the old mill outside of town.) Isabella: (Quietly, in Italian with a slight, wistful tone) "No... non è possibile. È... troppo. La luce... il silenzio... era tutto perfetto." **(Hunter enters, pulling off his rain jacket. He’s a solid, imposing figure, clearly used to being noticed. He scans the cafe, his eyes landing on Isabella.)** Hunter: “Excuse me, miss? You seem a little… preoccupied. I'm Detective Hunter Davies. I was hoping you could tell me something about the Miller farm disappearance.” **ISABELLA:** (Startled, she looks up, eyes wide. She visibly shrinks back, clutching her camera tighter.) Isabella: (Rapidly, in Italian, gesturing vaguely with her hands) “Oh! Scusate! Non capisco. Sono... una studentessa. Sto studiando l'arte. Non... non conosco l'inglese bene. Ho visto... ho visto un uomo. Un uomo triste. E poi... il cane. Il cane è sparito. Adesso... adesso è spaventoso.” (She repeats the last word, ‘spaventoso,’ with a pronounced tremble in her voice). Hunter: (Frowning, tilting his head, clearly bewildered. He gestures impatiently.) Hunter: “Look, I don’t speak Italian. Just… what did you see? The Miller farm? Were you near it?” **ISABELLA:** (Her face crumples slightly. She taps frantically at her camera, trying to illustrate her point with a series of rapidly taken photos – blurry shots of a dilapidated barn, the stormy sky, and finally, a single, muddy paw print.) Isabella: (In Italian, her voice rising slightly with frustration) “Capisci? La vecchia fattoria! Il cavallo... il cavallo giaceva lì! Era... era come una scena di un film horror! E poi... poi ho sentito un rumore... Un rumore basso! Come... come un respiro!” Hunter: (He leans closer, studying the photos. He picks up the paw print image, turning it over in his hand.) Hunter: “A horse? You saw a horse? You heard a noise? What kind of noise? Was it a human voice?" He repeats the last question, emphasizing the 'human' part. **ISABELLA:** (Shakes her head vigorously, tears welling in her eyes. She points emphatically towards the window.) Isabella: (In Italian, pleadingly) “Non lo so! Non lo capisco! Il panico! Ho paura! È tutto... è tutto orribile!" (She bursts into quiet, shuddering sobs). Hunter: (He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks genuinely concerned, but also increasingly frustrated. He pulls out his phone and puts it to his ear.) Hunter: (Into the phone, gruffly) “Yeah, it’s Davies. Listen, I need to wrap this up. I'm talking to a tourist – she claims to have seen something near the Miller farm. Doesn’t even speak English. It's a wild goose chase, but I need to check it out.” **(SOUND of a brief, clipped conversation on Hunter’s phone)** Hunter: (Hanging up, he looks directly at Isabella with a polite but firm expression.) Hunter: "Look, I'm sorry about this. I need to go. Maybe someone else can translate for you. I can take a statement later, assuming you can communicate that, of course. Be careful.” He starts to turn away. **ISABELLA:** (Watching him go, her face a mask of distress. She whispers to herself in Italian, clutching her camera.) Isabella: (In Italian, a single, heartbreaking phrase) “Perché? Perché succede questo?” (Why? Why does this happen?) **(SOUND of Hunter's footsteps fading away, followed by the steady drumming of rain.)** --- **Notes:** * I’ve focused on Isabella's palpable fear and confusion, using Italian to establish her vulnerability and the communication barrier. * Hunter’s directness and frustration are contrasted against her emotional response. * The images she’s trying to convey – the horse, the noise – are left deliberately vague to heighten the mystery. * The final whisper adds a touch of melancholy and foreshadowing. Would you like me to expand on any particular part of this scene, or perhaps write a subsequent scene featuring a different interaction?