Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8RSANKW0D2VZ7AC9MK9EQ

**Voice Sheet: Isabella & Hunter at the Café** *Isabella sits at a small table, her camera resting in front of her. She scans photos on the screen, her expression tense. Hunter approaches, hands slightly loose at his sides, and slides into the opposite chair. The hum of the café’s espresso machine fills the silence.* **Hunter:** (blunt, low) "You’ve been here since the festival, right? I need to ask about last night." *Isabella looks up, her eyes widening. She hesitates, then whispers in Italian:* **Isabella:** "Ho visto… qualcosa. Dietro i gazebo. Non era normale." *(I saw… something. Behind the gazebos. It wasn’t normal.)* *Hunter’s brow furrows. He gestures at her camera.* **Hunter:** "Photos. Did you take photos?" *She snaps the camera shut, her hands trembling. More Italian, rapid and urgent.* **Isabella:** "Non lo dirò a nessuno. Ma c’era… un uomo. Tra gli alberi. Mi guardava." *(I won’t tell anyone. But there was… a man. Among the trees. He was watching me.)* *Hunter leans forward, jaw tight.* **Hunter:** (slow, deliberate) "You saw a man. At the festival?" *She nods, then points to his chest and shakes her head, still in Italian.* **Isabella:** "No. Non *voi*. Lui… aveva paura." *(No. Not you. He… he was the one scared.)* *Hunter’s phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his stance stiffening.* **Hunter:** (gruff) "I’ve got to go." *Isabella reaches for his arm, her voice breaking.* **Isabella:** "Fatemi aiutare! Non mi lasci qui!" *(Let me help! Don’t leave me here!)* *He pauses, eyes flickering to her camera. A beat of tension. Then he stands abruptly.* **Hunter:** (over his shoulder, to himself) "Camera… maybe it’s in the photos." *He strides out as Isabella stares at her camera, tears blending with the glowing screen.* --- **Note:** The dialogue emphasizes the language barrier and Hunter’s growing suspicion. Isabella’s fear hints at unseen danger, tying the apple festival to the disappearances.