Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFF06RQS0X7FQ5SDFJGZNS1

### Voice Sheet: Alborn Cafe Encounter (Parentheticals note tone, location context, and English translations of Isabella’s exclusively Italian dialogue) Isabella: (soft, strained, huddled over her camera’s preview screen at a corner cafe table, muttering to herself in Italian) “Non può essere. Ho visto quello che ha fatto, non posso credere che nessun altro l’ha notato. Che cosa faccio adesso?” (Translation: It can’t be real. I saw what he did, I can’t believe no one else spotted it. What do I do now?) Hunter: (approaching the table, badge half-visible on his belt, gruff but cautious, pausing to lean against the table edge) “Ma’am? Sorry to bother you. I’m Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s department. I heard you were out taking photos at the old north apple orchard last Tuesday night— the night 19-year-old Mia Carter vanished, right before our town’s annual apple festival. Can I ask you what you saw out there that night?” Isabella: (jumps, eyes wide, clutching her camera to her chest like a shield, voice shaking as she rambles in rapid, panicked Italian) “Lei non capisce, ho visto lui portarla via! Indossava quella giacca da lavoro della festa della mela, ha messo il suo zaino nel suo furgone bianco, io ho scattato una foto prima che se ne andasse ma non so se è venuta bene! Non so a chi altro dirlo, ho paura che mi abbia visto!” (Translation: You don’t understand, I saw him take her! He was wearing that apple festival work jacket, he threw her backpack into his white van, I took a photo before he drove off but I don’t know if it turned out! I don’t know who else to tell, I’m scared he saw me!) Hunter: (blinking, thoroughly confused, hands lifting in a calming gesture, no comprehension of Italian whatsoever) “Whoa, slow down, I can’t understand a word of that. Do you speak English? Can you repeat that for me, please? I’m here to help, I’m the lead on Mia’s case.” Isabella: (more frantic, leaning forward to thrust her camera toward him, still speaking only Italian) “Non parlo inglese! Non lo parlo! Guarda la foto, guarda lo schermo! È lui, l’uomo nella foto! È quello che l’ha presa! Devi vederlo prima che lui torni per me, per favore!” (Translation: I don’t speak English! I don’t! Look at the photo, look at the screen! That’s him, the man in the picture! He’s the one who took her! You have to see this before he comes for me, please!) Hunter: (fumbling for his phone in his jacket pocket, frustrated by the language barrier, typing frantically to pull up a free translation app) “C’mon, I got a translator app, hold on, let me get it open—wait, can you point to whatever you’re trying to show me on that camera? I can’t help if I can’t understand what you’re saying.” Isabella: (prodding the camera’s LCD screen, voice urgent as she points to a blurry white van in the background of her landscape shot, still in Italian) “Quello è il suo furgone! Vedi le lettere sul paraurti? Sono le stesse del distributore di benzina del paese! Lui lavora lì, lo so! Perché nessuno mi capisce?” (Translation: That’s his van! See the letters on the bumper? They’re the same as the town’s gas station! He works there, I know it! Why won’t anyone understand me?) Hunter: (his phone blares a sharp ringtone, he glances down at the caller ID, jaw tightening, shoving his phone halfway back into his pocket to grab his car keys) “Damn it, that’s my deputy. They just found a possible lead out by the old railroad tracks, I have to go now. Ma’am, I am so sorry—wait right here, okay? I’ll bring the only person in town I know who speaks a foreign language, I’ll be back in 10 minutes, just stay put.” Isabella: (standing up fast, camera slipping in her grip, calling after him as he turns to hurry out of the cafe, voice cracking in Italian) “Aspetti! Non andartene! Ho bisogno che tu guardi la foto! Non lasciarmi qui da sola, per favore!” (Translation: Wait! Don’t leave! I need you to look at the photo! Don’t leave me here alone, please!)