Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYF2YF5FQZZWMS33H9EYGM

### Scene Setup The only diner in tiny Alborn, MN—Red Apple Crust, strung with paper apple garlands for the upcoming annual town festival—buzzes with quiet regulars. Maria, her canvas camera bag propped against her booth, hunches over the table scrolling through photos on her DSLR. The latest shot is of a frayed red scarf tangled in a barbed-wire fence just outside town, a detail tied directly to the small town’s ongoing string of mysterious disappearances. Detective Hunter, mud-caked boots and a police notebook in hand, slides into the seat across from her, leaning in with a professional, no-nonsense demeanor. --- ### Voice Sheet Dialogue Hunter: (leaning forward, keeping his voice low for nearby patrons) Excuse me, miss. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. Were you out near the west apple orchard yesterday evening around 7 o’clock? I’m working a missing persons case. Maria: (blinking rapidly, brow furrowed with confusion as she catches none of his English words, then shoulders slumping with a shaky, frantic sigh as she speaks rapid, worried Spanish) No sé lo que estás diciendo. Solo hablo español. Soy estudiante de fotografía, vine a tomar fotos del paisaje. ¿Qué buscas? (I don’t know what you’re saying. I only speak Spanish. I’m a photography student, I came to take landscape photos. What are you looking for?) Hunter: (frowning, head tilting as he can’t parse a single syllable of her Spanish, gesturing helplessly with his hands) Wait, hold on—do you understand any English at all? Can you slow down? Maria: (shaking her head vigorously, tears pricking her eyes as she taps her camera screen to pull up the photo of the red scarf) No hablo inglés. Vi esta bufanda ayer en una cerca. Una mujer la llevaba. (I don’t speak English. I saw this scarf on a fence yesterday. A woman was wearing it.) Hunter: (blinking, then gesturing to the camera screen while miming a person walking away then vanishing with his hands, scribbling a quick note in his notebook) Disappearance? Woman? Red scarf? Maria: (nodding so hard her glasses slip down her nose, flipping to another photo of an empty picnic bench) Sí! Esa mujer estaba sentada aquí. Un auto se acercó y se la llevó. No la volví a ver. (Yes! That woman was sitting here. A car pulled up and took her. I didn’t see her again.) Hunter: (jotting furiously in his notebook, face growing serious as he nods along to her gestures and photos) Got it, got it. Thank you for this. I’ll follow up on these details right away. Maria: (voice tight with fear, still speaking only Spanish) ¿Encontrarás a la mujer? Me da miedo por ella. (Will you find the woman? I’m scared for her.) (Detective Hunter’s police radio blares sharply from his utility belt, cutting off his response. He fumbles to press the talk button, listening intently as his jaw tightens.) Hunter: (slamming his notebook shut and grabbing his bag) Copy that, unit. En route now. Hunter: (turning back to Maria, apologetic as he heads for the diner door) I’ve got a priority call. I have to leave immediately. Thank you again for your help. Maria: (waving weakly, clutching her camera tighter to her chest) ¡Cuidado en el camino! Gracias por hablar conmigo. (Be careful on the road! Thank you for talking to me.) Hunter: (giving her a quick, reassuring wave before stepping outside) No problem! Stay safe, okay?