Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WKK0RC61ED3DEGN8WVBC8

**Voice Sheet: Cafe Scene** **Setting:** A small cafe in Alborn, MN. Isabella is sitting at a table, her camera in front of her. She is scrolling through images, her expression troubled. **(Hunter approaches the table)** **Hunter:** Excuse me, miss? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the disappearance of old Mr. Johnson from the orchard. You're new in town, right? Mind if I ask if you've seen anything unusual? **(Isabella looks up, startled. She shakes her head, not understanding. She responds in rapid, anxious Italian.)** **Isabella:** Mi dispiace, non capisco. Non parlo inglese. È successo qualcosa di brutto? La gente sussurra... ho paura. (I'm sorry, I don't understand. I don't speak English. Did something bad happen? People are whispering... I'm scared.) **Hunter:** (Frowning, confused) You... don't speak English. Right. Okay. Disappearance. (He mimes a person vanishing with his hand.) Man. Missing. **Isabella:** (Nods vigorously) Sì, sì, la scomparsa! L'ho sentito. Ma... (She hesitates, then picks up her camera, her hands trembling slightly.) Ma forse ho qualcosa. Nel bosco, ieri. Le mie foto. (Yes, yes, the disappearance! I heard. But... But maybe I have something. In the woods, yesterday. My photos.) **Hunter:** Photos? In the woods? Can I see? **(Isabella turns the camera screen toward him, scrolling to a series of misty, early-morning shots of the forest edge. She points to one where a dark, blurred shape is visible between the trees.)** **Isabella:** Là. Non è chiaro. Ma c'era qualcuno. O... qualcosa. Non si muoveva come una persona normale. (There. It's not clear. But there was someone. Or... something. It wasn't moving like a normal person.) **Hunter:** (Squinting at the blurry image) What is that? A person? An animal? **Isabella:** (Shrugs helplessly, frustrated by the language barrier) Non lo so! Ma mi ha fatto rabbrividire. Ho smesso di fotografare e sono corsa via. (I don't know! But it gave me chills. I stopped taking pictures and ran away.) **(Hunter opens his mouth to ask another question, but his phone rings sharply. He holds up a finger to Isabella.)** **Hunter:** Hold that thought. **(He answers the phone.)** Hunter. Yeah. You found what? The old mining shaft? I'll be right there. **(He hangs up and turns back to Isabella, his demeanor all business.)** **Hunter:** I have to go. Stay in town. And hold onto that camera. I'm going to need to look at those pictures properly. I'll... find a translator. **(He gives her a curt nod and strides out of the cafe, leaving Isabella staring after him, clutching her camera tightly.)**