Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08P05MHE4SY7E61RGB709E

**Voice Sheet: The Café Standoff** *(Scene: A quaint café in Alborn, MN. Soft chatter and the clinking of coffee cups fill the air. Isabella sits at a small wrought-iron table, her camera resting beside her. She gazes out the window, her expression troubled. Hunter, in plainclothes, approaches her—his detective’s instincts already whirring.)* --- **Isabella** *(muttering to herself in Italian, adjusting her camera settings)* *"Dove sei andato? Perché nessuno lo trova?"* *(“Where did you go? Why can’t they find anyone?”)* **Hunter** *(hesitant, clearing his throat to get her attention)* “Excuse me—ma’am? Mind if I sit?” **Isabella** *(startled, snapping back to reality, hands clutching her camera)* “Oh—sì? Uh, yes?” *(nervous laugh)* “I—I was just… taking a photo.” **Hunter** *(leaning in slightly, keeping his voice level but authoritative)* “Were you taking pictures of the café? Or…” *(glances at her camera—older model, professional lenses)* “something else?” **Isabella** *(frowning, speaking rapidly in Italian)* “No, no… Io ho visto… le persone scompaiono.” *(“No, no… I saw… people disappearing.”)* **Hunter** *(blinking, rubbed temples—language barrier frustrating him)* “Yeah, that’s what I’m here about. You—you saw something?” **Isabella** *(nods, hands trembling slightly)* “Due ore fa. Una donna… camminava lì—” *(gestures toward the street)* “poi… nulla. Solo la sua sciarpa.” *(“Two hours ago. A woman… walked there—then… nothing. Just her scarf.”)* **Hunter** *(pulling out his notebook, frustrated but trying to stay patient)* “That’s… helpful. Can you describe her?” **Isabella** *(switches to broken English, hesitantly)* “Brown hair. Tall. Wearing… blue coat. Scarf was red.” **Hunter** *(writing it down, nodding)* “Red scarf. Good. Anything else?” **Isabella** *(pauses, then pulls out her camera, flipping through photos)* “Io ho… ho fotografato. Forse”—*(points to a blurry figure in the background of a shot)* “qualcosa qui.” **Hunter** *(leaning in, squinting at the photo)* “That look like—” *(His phone rings—loud, abrupt. He glances at the caller ID, then back at Isabella, already standing.)* **Hunter** “Gotta take this. If you remember anything else—anything—come to the station.” *(taps his badge, then hesitates)* “… Or just find Officer Dawson. He speaks… um.” *(waves hands vaguely)* “you know.” **Isabella** *(staring after him, murmuring in Italian)* “Che confusione.” *(“What a mess.”)* *(Hunter answers the call, strides away, leaving Isabella alone with her thoughts—and her camera.)* --- **End Scene.** *(Note: Isabella’s Italian is raw but emotive; Hunter’s frustration with the language barrier is palpable, adding tension. The call interruption feels organic to his character—no-nonsense, always on duty.)*