Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAAV86G6AA5XZ8ZWSZKZVJ

Okay, here’s a voice sheet capturing a scene between Selvi and Hunter, aiming for a cozy mystery feel with the specific character details you’ve provided. I've focused on the awkward communication and the underlying tension created by their different backgrounds. **SCENE: The Crooked Kettle Cafe – Alborn, MN** **SOUND:** Gentle cafe chatter, the clinking of mugs, a slightly melancholic country tune on the radio. --- **SELVI:** (Sitting at a small table near the window, meticulously cleaning the lens of her DSLR camera. She’s clearly absorbed in her work. A faint, worried frown creases her forehead.) “Hum… yeh rang… yeh sapna… (She sighs, adjusting the camera.) Dekho, doosra, jahaan… sab kuch badal gaya…” (She trails off, looking out the window, her face troubled.) **HUNTER:** (Approaches the table, carrying a steaming mug of coffee. He’s direct and a little brusque. Notices Selvi’s distress.) “Excuse me, miss? I couldn’t help but notice you seem a bit… preoccupied. You alright?” **SELVI:** (Startled, she quickly lowers her camera, her eyes wide with uncertainty. She speaks rapidly in Hindi, gesturing with her hands.) “Mujhe... mujhe nahin pata. Mukesh... us raat... woh ghar nahin aaye. (She shivers slightly.) Mere dost... aur... bahut seedha. Bura. (She gestures vaguely, trying to convey a feeling of unease.)” **HUNTER:** (Tilts his head, completely baffled. He repeats the last phrase slowly, trying to form it in his mind.) “...Bura? Like… bad? You mean… something bad happened?” He attempts a small, awkward smile, unsure how to proceed. **SELVI:** (Panicked, she shakes her head vigorously, repeating phrases in Hindi, increasingly agitated.) “Nahin! Nahin! Koi... koi shakti. Khamoshi… (She clutches her camera tighter.) Kuch... kuch nahi chal raha. (She looks at Hunter pleadingly.)” **HUNTER:** (Takes a slow sip of his coffee, observing her carefully. He’s genuinely trying to understand, but the language barrier is a significant hurdle.) “Look, I don't… I don’t understand a word you’re saying. You said… 'shakti'? Like... magic? Is this about that disappearance? The apple farmer, Mr. Henderson?” **SELVI:** (Her eyes widen in a flicker of recognition, then quickly return to a frightened state. She points emphatically at a photograph on her camera - a picture of the apple orchard.) “Haan! Haan! Orchard… Doosra… (She points again, a choked whisper escaping her lips.) Woh... woh wahan… (She can’t articulate the rest.)” **HUNTER:** (Squints at the photo. It’s a beautiful image, but he doesn’t grasp the detail she’s trying to convey.) “It’s just… an apple orchard. A nice orchard. I’m Detective Hunter, by the way. I'm investigating the people who’ve gone missing around town.” He extends his hand hesitantly. **SELVI:** (Hesitates, then slowly takes his hand, her grip surprisingly firm. She shakes his hand briefly, then withdraws it, overwhelmed.) “Alborn... bad... (She turns away from him, resuming her anxious gaze out the window.)” **(SOUND: Hunter’s phone rings. A loud, jarring ringtone. He glances at the screen.)** **HUNTER:** (Answering his phone, his voice low and professional.) "Yeah, Miller?… Right, I'm on my way. Details are on the secure line. Okay, be there in fifteen." (He hangs up, looking at Selvi.) “Sorry, gotta run. Something just came up. Tell me… the orchard, you said? Is there anything *specific* you noticed?” **SELVI:** (Without looking at him, she simply hands him the camera, pointing to the photograph.) “Dekho…” (She trails off, her eyes fixed on the image, lost in her worry.) **HUNTER:** (Takes the camera, examining the photo again with a renewed, albeit confused, interest. He glances back at Selvi, a thoughtful frown on his face, realizing he's facing a mystery far more complex than he initially anticipated.) "I'll… I'll look into it. Thanks.” (He turns and quickly exits the cafe.) **(SOUND: The door chime jingles as Hunter leaves. The cafe chatter resumes, slightly louder now, as if mirroring Selvi's heightened anxiety.)** --- Do you want me to elaborate on any part of this scene, or perhaps add a bit more detail about the photograph or the specific emotion Selvi is trying to convey?