Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV0DWSZP04VRVAMNKZ57EF0

### Scene Context The cozy wood-paneled Bean & Apple cafe in downtown Alborn, MN, with the sweet tang of roasted apples drifting in from the town’s annual apple festival just outside. Isabella sits at a corner table, her landscape camera propped in front of her, staring at a deleted blurry photo she snapped of a hooded figure dragging someone into an orchard barn. Detective Hunter, a gruff former marine with a police badge peeking from his belt loop, approaches and pulls out his badge before sitting across from her. --- ### Official Voice Sheet Dialogue Isabella: (shaking, voice tight, rapid unaccented Italian—panicked, gesturing wildly between her camera’s LCD screen and the festival orchard window) "Dio mio, non posso smettere di pensare a quello che ho visto! Ieri, mentre scattavo foto dei melo, ho visto un uomo con la tuta nera trascinare una ragazza nel fienile accanto. Ho nascosto dietro un albero per non essere vista, e non ho osato chiamare la polizia subito perché non sapevo se fosse vero!" Hunter: (blinks repeatedly, head tilted in total confusion, speaking slow, clear English with no idea Isabella can’t understand a word) "Excuse me, ma’am. I’m Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. I’m investigating a series of recent missing persons cases. Can you tell me what you just shared in English?" Isabella: (frowns deeply, shakes her head vigorously, and manages a halting, poorly pronounced English phrase she memorized that morning at the cafe) "I… no speak English. Only italiano." (She spreads her hands helplessly, then points to his badge before mimicking a dragging motion with her arms) Hunter: (finally realizes the language barrier, scratches the back of his neck, and gestures to the window, mimics a hand grabbing a wrist, then taps his chest to signal "police") Isabella: (nods furiously, pointing at her camera again, then mimics hiding behind a tree and pressing a finger to her lips to signal silence) Hunter: (pulls out his work phone, pulls up Google Translate, and holds the screen to Isabella, typing a prompt quickly) "You saw a person drag someone into a barn at the apple festival orchard?" Isabella: (speaks shorter, slower Italian as she gestures toward the orchard) "Sì, uomo alto, tuta nera, ragazza gonna rossa." Hunter: (types rapidly into the translation app, nodding along) "Got it—tall man, black hoodie, girl in a red skirt. Thank you for this information." Hunter: (his phone rings suddenly, he fumbles to answer it, holds up a finger to Isabella to wait) "Yeah, this is Hunter. What’s the location? …Got it, be there in five minutes." (He hangs up, shoves his phone back into his jacket pocket, and stands up quickly) Isabella: (looks at the detective card Hunter slides across the table, gives a small shaky smile, and speaks in rapid Italian) "Grazie, signore. Vi chiamerò se ricordo di qualcosa di altro!" Hunter: (gives a tight professional nod, already moving toward the cafe door) "Stay safe, ma’am. Thanks again for your help."