Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9YSMVV9B58GXK79XH75H5

## Voice Sheet: Scene - Alborn Cafe **Setting:** A small, slightly worn cafe in Alborn, Minnesota. Mid-afternoon. The scent of coffee and apple pie hangs in the air. Isabella is at a small table near the window, meticulously examining photos on the back of her digital camera. Hunter enters, looking grim. **Characters:** Isabella, Hunter --- **Hunter:** (Approaching Isabella’s table, a slight air of authority) Excuse me, miss? Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions? **Isabella:** (Looks up, startled. Her expression is anxious.) …? ( *“Scusi? Mi scusi… Che cosa è successo?”* – “Excuse me? Excuse me… What happened?” Her voice is shaky, questioning.) **Hunter:** (Frowning, leans a bit closer) I said, do you live around here? We had…an incident at Old Man Hemlock’s orchard last night. Someone’s gone missing. Thought maybe you might have seen something. **Isabella:** (Eyes widen, clutching her camera tighter. Speaking rapidly, laced with fear) *“Sparito? Ma… come sparito? Ieri sera… io ero qui vicino! Ho visto delle luci… e sentito delle voci! Era tutto così strano! Non capisco!”* (“Missing? But… how missing? Last night… I was near here! I saw some lights… and heard voices! It was all so strange! I don't understand!”) **Hunter:** (Completely lost, raises his hands slightly) Woah, woah. Slow down. I…I don’t understand what you’re saying. English? Do you speak English? **Isabella:** (Looks at him pleadingly, shaking her head emphatically.) *“No! No English! Io parlo italiano! Italiano!”* (“No! No English! I speak Italian! Italian!”) **Hunter:** (Sighs, running a hand through his hair. He tries a different tactic, speaking slowly and distinctly.) Missing. Person. Orchard. Last night. You…see? **Isabella:** (Points to the camera, then mimics taking a picture, and then makes a vague waving motion with her hand, trying to convey she *was* taking pictures.) *“Fotografie! Ho fatto delle fotografie! Forse… forse possono aiutare? C’era una macchina… nera… e delle persone che si muovevano rapidamente.”* (“Photographs! I took some photographs! Maybe… maybe they can help? There was a car… black… and people moving quickly.”) **Hunter:** (Squinting, trying to decipher her gestures) A car? Black car? You took pictures of a black car? At the orchard? **Isabella:** (Nods vigorously. *“Sì, sì! Proprio lì! Ed erano… spaventati. Tutti! Sembrava… una fuga.”* (“Yes, yes! Right there! And they were… scared. Everyone! It seemed… like an escape.”)) She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. **Hunter:** (Starts to get frustrated. He’s running short on time and can't get anywhere with her.) Look, I appreciate you trying to help… but I can’t… **(Hunter’s phone rings, loud and jarring. He glances at the caller ID.)** **Hunter:** (Into the phone, curtly.) Yeah?… What? Another one?…Damn. (He pinches the bridge of his nose). Alright, I’m on my way. (Hangs up) **Hunter:** (To Isabella, regretfully) Sorry, miss. I gotta go. Got another lead to follow up on. (He pulls out a small notepad and pen) Can you…can you maybe come down to the station later? We might be able to find someone who can translate. **Isabella:** (Looks relieved, but still anxious.) *“La stazione di polizia? Certo… certo, posso venire. Ma ho paura. Molto paura.”* (“The police station? Sure… sure, I can come. But I'm scared. Very scared.”) She clutches her camera again. **Hunter:** (Offers a small, noncommittal nod.) Someone will be there to help you. (He turns to leave, already mentally formulating his next steps.) ---