Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZREQW9EVKZ0Z2C3MYN6EF

--- ### Full Scene Dusty paper apple bunting strung across Alborn Main Street Corner Café’s rafters signals the town’s upcoming annual apple festival, and the display case glints with cinnamon scones and caramel apples. Maria, 30, slumps in a sun-faded back booth, her Canon mirrorless camera propped on the scuffed wooden table between her palms. She’s spent 20 minutes replaying blurry morning photos: a rusted black pickup parked behind the town’s historic gristmill, and the quick shadow of a hooded figure darting into the shed out back. Her hands still tremble; earlier that day, she’d spotted a crumpled missing person poster for Lila Mae Carter—one of Alborn’s three recent mysterious disappearances—tacked to the mill’s gate. Detective Hunter, 35, a gruff former marine with a utility belt clinking with handcuffs and a radio, pushes through the café’s screen door. He carries a stack of crumpled case files under one arm and spots Maria alone at the back booth, camera in hand. He nods stiffly, pulls out the opposite chair, sets down his water glass, and clears his throat. Maria glances up, wide-eyed and tense, then back to her camera. --- ### Dialogue Voice Sheet Maria: "¡Oh, por favor! Vi algo raro detrás del molino esta mañana. Una camioneta oxidada aparcada ahí, y una persona con la capucha puesta se metió en el cobertizo. Parecía la chica del cartel de la persona desaparecida. Estaba tan asustada que no pude sacar una foto clara, solo fotogramos borrosos. No sé qué hacer, estoy muy preocupada." Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. I'm investigating the recent disappearance of Lila Mae Carter. Did you see anything unusual around the gristmill earlier today?" Maria: "No… no entiendo lo que dices. Solo hablo español. Lo siento." Hunter: "Wait, you don't speak English? Oh, shoot. Uh—let me grab my translation app real quick." Hunter: "Okay, I can use this to talk to you now. Can you show me those photos you took earlier?" Maria: "¡Sí, mira! Aquí están." Hunter: "She's showing me blurry shots of the rusted pickup and the hooded figure. She says she was too scared to get closer, so the photos aren't detailed." Maria: "Sí, tenía miedo de que me vieran. La persona tenía una escayola en la muñeca izquierda. ¿Lo sabes?" Hunter: "She mentioned the person had a cast on their left wrist—that matches our case files on Lila Mae. She also said the pickup was black, heavily rusted, and had a dent on the driver’s side door." (This back-and-forth continues for nearly 10 minutes, with Hunter using his translation app to ask follow-up questions and Maria recounting her sighting) Hunter: "I'm so sorry, I have to take this. That's my partner—we just got a new lead at the mill. Thank you so much for your help; this is vital information. I'll be back to follow up soon." Maria: "De acuerdo. Gracias por escucharme." Hunter: "Yeah, no problem. Thank you again."