Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYASWRNDZ14Z5T6FR6BPFRM

**Voice Sheet: Scene – The Café Encounter** **Setting:** A cozy, sunlit café in Alborn, MN. The hum of conversation and clinking cups fills the air. Isabella sits at a small table near the window, her camera open beside her, her fingers tracing the lens thoughtfully. Hunter, in his detective’s coat, leans against the table across from her, arms crossed. --- ### **Dialogue Transcript** *(Hunter clears his throat, drawing Isabella’s attention. She looks up, startled, then immediately looks back at her camera, as if trying to ignore him.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, blunt)* "Ma’am?" *(Isabella jumps slightly, then turns to him, her eyes wide. She speaks rapidly in Italian, her voice trembling.)* **Isabella:** *(panicked, in Italian)* *"No, no! Non è vero! Non può essere! Chi è stato? Dove sono?!"* *(Translation: "No, no! It can’t be true! Who did this? Where are they?!")* *(Hunter blinks, confused. He doesn’t understand a word. He tilts his head, trying to gauge her reaction.)* **Hunter:** *(frowning, in English)* "Ma’am, I don’t speak Italian. What’s going on?" *(Isabella exhales sharply, her hands shaking. She looks around the café, then back at Hunter, her voice dropping to a whisper.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, urgent)* *"L’hanno presa! La ragazza del festival… quella che fotografava gli alberi! È sparita! E io… io l’ho vista l’ultima volta!"* *(Translation: "They took her! The girl from the festival—the one who photographed the trees! She’s disappeared! And I… I saw her last!")* *(Hunter’s expression darkens. He leans forward slightly, intrigued despite himself.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, low)* "Alborn Apple Festival? When did this happen?" *(Isabella nods frantically, then gestures toward her camera.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, frantic)* *"L’ho fotografata! Qui! Prima che sparisse! È qui, nelle mie foto!"* *(Translation: "I photographed her! Here! Before she disappeared! It’s in my photos!")* *(Hunter’s eyes flick to the camera. He exhales, rubbing his jaw.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, gruff but curious)* "Show me." *(Isabella hesitates, then slides the camera toward him. Hunter opens it, flipping through the images. He pauses at one—a young woman in a festival shirt, smiling at the camera, surrounded by apple trees. Then another: the same woman, but her expression is tense, looking over her shoulder. The last one is blurry, as if taken in haste.)* **Hunter:** *(muttering, in English)* "Damn." *(Isabella watches him, her breath shallow.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, desperate)* *"Chi l’ha fatta sparire? Dov’è?"* *(Translation: "Who made her disappear? Where is she?")* *(Hunter closes the camera, his jaw set. He pulls out his phone, checking something quickly.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, firm)* "I’m Detective Hunter. I’m investigating disappearances in town. You’re safe here, but I need to ask you some questions. Can you come to the station?" *(Isabella’s eyes widen in fear, but she nods quickly.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, urgent)* *"Sì, sì! Ma prima… prima devo chiamare mia madre! Lei… lei deve sapere!"* *(Translation: "Yes, yes! But first… I have to call my mother! She… she needs to know!")* *(Hunter nods, pulling out his own phone to call dispatch.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, in English)* "Dispatch, I need a ride to the station. And get someone to check on a student—Italian, camera, just got here. Name’s Isabella. Oh, and get a translator on standby." *(Isabella’s shoulders relax slightly as she pulls out her phone, dialing frantically. Hunter watches her, then turns back to his call.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, in English)* "Yeah, she’s shaken up. But she’s got something. Get someone to the station—now." *(The call ends. Hunter stands, gesturing for Isabella to follow. She looks at him, then at her camera, then back at him—nervous but determined.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, gruff but kinder)* "Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe." *(Isabella hesitates, then gathers her things. Hunter opens the café door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air. The wind picks up, and Isabella shivers slightly. Hunter notices, but doesn’t comment—just falls into step beside her as she hurries after him.)* *(His phone rings. He answers without looking.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, in English)* "Hunter." *(He listens, then nods sharply.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, in English)* "Yeah, I’ll be there in five. Thanks." *(He hangs up, turning to Isabella.)* **Hunter:** *(in English, firm but not unkind)* "Dispatch says there’s a car waiting. You good to walk?" *(Isabella nods, her grip tightening on her camera. Hunter falls into step beside her, his expression unreadable but his posture alert. The two walk toward the station in silence, the weight of the mystery hanging between them.)* *(Fade out.)*