Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV0F84J6ZBA3G945DV1A5SV

### Scene Setup Main Street Cafe, Alborn, MN — midday during the town’s annual apple festival. The air smells like cinnamon and freshly baked apple turnovers. Maria, a 30-year-old Spanish study abroad student with her DSLR camera slung around her neck, sits alone at a scuffed Formica table, replaying a photo she snapped that morning: a hooded figure loitering outside the abandoned lakeside cabin linked to the town’s three mysterious disappearances. Her hands tremble slightly as she stares at the blurry image. Detective Hunter, a no-nonsense former marine in a wrinkled leather jacket with a police badge clipped to his belt, spots Maria and approaches, leaning against the empty stool beside her table. --- ### Official Voice Sheet Dialogue Maria: (startled, glances up, then rambles rapidly in thick, anxious Spanish) *“¡No lo puedo creer! Lo vi justo ahí, al lado de la casa vacía. Cuando me miró… pensé que me iba a atrapar!”* (Translation: “I can’t believe it! I saw him right there, next to the empty house. When he looked at me… I thought he was going to catch me!”) Hunter: (blinks rapidly, head tilted in confusion, hands raised slightly to signal he doesn’t follow) “Whoa, hold on a second. I don’t understand a word of that. Ma’am, can you slow down? Or show me what you’re talking about?” Maria: (frowns, realizing he doesn’t speak Spanish, taps the LCD screen of her camera to pull up the photo of the hooded figure, speaking quieter but still in Spanish) *“Esa persona. Estaba afuera de la casa donde desapareció el joven. Tomé la foto esta mañana.”* (Translation: “That person. They were outside the house where the boy disappeared. I took the photo this morning.”) Hunter: (leans in to squint at the blurry, shadowy figure on the camera screen, then back at Maria, voice frazzled) “Okay—so you saw someone at that cabin… but I still can’t follow what you’re saying. Do you speak any English at all?” Maria: (shakes her head frantically, eyes welling with tears, voice rising again in panicked Spanish) *“No! Solo hablo español! No sé lo que estás diciendo, pero por favor, tienes que buscar a esa persona! No me siento segura!”* (Translation: “No! I only speak Spanish! I don’t know what you’re saying, but please, you have to find that person! I don’t feel safe!”) Hunter: (runs a hand through his hair, glancing around the cafe for a passerby who might translate, then turns back to Maria) “Look, I wish I could help, but I don’t know a single word of Spanish. Give me one second, I’m gonna call the station and see if we can get a bilingual officer out here, or find someone in town who can translate.” Maria: (nods slowly, gripping her camera tighter, voice soft and shaky Spanish) *“Por favor, hazlo rápido. Estoy asustada.”* (Translation: “Please do it quickly. I’m scared.”) Hunter: (pulls his cell phone from his jacket pocket, answers the call on the first ring, voice sharpening immediately) “Hunter here… what? Alright, I’m en route right now. Thanks for patching me through.” Hunter: (slaps his phone back into his pocket, turns back to Maria with an apologetic grimace) “I gotta bolt, kid. We got a lead on the cabin. I’ll send someone over to talk to you as soon as I can, I promise.” Hunter: (grabs his jacket off the stool and hurries out the cafe door) Maria: (watches him go, then stares back at her camera photo, muttering quiet Spanish to herself) *“¿Alguien va a ayudarme? Por favor…”* (Translation: “Is anyone going to help me? Please…”)