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**VOICE SHEET: SCENE – THE CAFÉ CONFRONTATION** **Setting:** A quaint, sunlit café in Alborn, MN. The hum of conversation and clinking dishes fills the air. Isabella sits at a small wooden table, her camera open beside her, her fingers tracing the lens with a distracted frown. Hunter, arms crossed, leans against the table across from her, his expression unreadable. --- ### **DIALOGUE** *(Hunter clears his throat, startling Isabella slightly. She jumps, her hands flying to her chest before she realizes he’s not a threat. She looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, blunt and direct)* "Ma’am?" *(Isabella blinks, then looks down at her camera. She exhales sharply, her shoulders slumping. She speaks rapidly in Italian, her voice trembling.)* **Isabella:** *(panicked, urgent)* "Non so… non capisco…" *(I don’t know… I don’t understand…)* *(She looks up at him, eyes welling with tears.)* "Qualcuno… è sparito di nuovo. L’hanno preso! E io… io ero lì!" *(Someone… disappeared again. They took them! And I… I was there!)* *(Hunter frowns, tilting his head. He doesn’t understand a word. He gestures toward her camera, confused.)* **Hunter:** *(pointing at the camera, then at her)* "Camera?" *(Isabella nods frantically, her hands shaking as she clutches the camera to her chest.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering, desperate)* "Ho visto tutto… tutto! Ma non so cosa fare!" *(I saw everything… everything! But I don’t know what to do!)* *(Hunter exhales through his nose, rubbing his temples. He pulls out his phone, then gestures for her to follow him outside. She hesitates, then stands shakily, her camera still in hand.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, firm but gentle)* "Outside. Now." *(They step outside into the crisp autumn air. Hunter pulls a small notebook from his pocket and a pen, then gestures for her to speak. She takes a deep breath, her voice still trembling.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, rapid and frantic)* "Era la festa delle mele… c’erano tanti bambini. Ho scattato foto… ho visto un uomo con un cappuccio. Ha preso una bambina! L’ho fotografata! Ma poi… poi è sparita!" *(It was the apple festival… there were so many children. I took photos… I saw a man in a hood. He took a little girl! I photographed her! But then… she disappeared!)* *(Hunter scribbles furiously in his notebook, then looks up at her, his expression darkening.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, low and serious)* "You say a man in a hood took a child?" *(Isabella nods, her eyes wide with terror.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering)* "Sì… sì, era lui. L’ho visto! E poi… poi non c’era più!" *(Yes… yes, it was him. I saw him! And then… she was gone!)* *(Hunter’s jaw tightens. He pulls out his phone, dials a number, and speaks into it in low, urgent tones. Isabella watches him, her grip tightening on her camera.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, muffled)* "Yeah, it’s him. We’ve got a lead. Get the team here—now." *(He hangs up, then turns back to Isabella. His voice is softer now, but still commanding.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, pointing at her camera)* "You have photos?" *(Isabella nods, clutching the camera like a lifeline.)* **Isabella:** *(hoarse)* "Sì… sì, ce ne sono. Ma… ma non so se aiuteranno." *(Yes… yes, there are. But… but I don’t know if they’ll help.)* *(Hunter nods, then pulls a business card from his pocket. He writes something on it in English and hands it to her.)* **Hunter:** *(pointing at the card)* "Police. You call me. Any time. Day or night." *(Isabella stares at the card, then at him, her eyes filling with fresh tears. She nods slowly, gripping the card tightly.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering)* "Grazie… grazie per avermi ascoltato." *(Thank you… thank you for listening to me.)* *(Hunter gives a curt nod, then turns to leave. Before he walks away, he glances back at her one last time.)* **Hunter:** *(over his shoulder, firm)* "Stay safe, kid." *(He strides off toward his car, which is parked nearby. Isabella watches him go, her hands trembling around her camera and the police card. She takes a deep breath, then pulls out her phone—her Italian contacts lighting up the screen. She dials a number, her voice steadying as she speaks in Italian to someone on the other end.)* **Isabella:** *(into phone, urgent but controlled)* "Devo venire a casa. Ora." *(I have to come home. Now.)* *(She ends the call, then looks down at her camera one last time before slipping it into her bag. She stands, her shoulders squared, and walks toward the bus stop, her mind racing with what she’s seen—and what she must do next.)* --- **END SCENE.**