Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZTT7TY0N7S8FJZV6XTGD37

**Voice Sheet — Scene: "Lost in Translation"** *Location: The Orchard Bean Café, Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon.* --- Maria: *(softly, to herself, scrolling through photos)* "Dios mío... ¿qué es esto? No puede ser..." Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down? Name's Detective Hunter. I'd like to ask you a few questions." Maria: *(startled, looking up)* "¿Perdón? Lo siento, yo... yo no hablo inglés." Hunter: "I'm sorry, what was that?" Maria: "No inglés. Español. Hablo español." Hunter: *(slowly, louder)* "Spanish? Okay... uh. You were at the orchard last night, right? Somebody matching your description. With a camera." Maria: "¿El huerto? Sí, sí, el huerto de manzanas. Estuve allí anoche, tomando fotos del atardecer." Hunter: "Right. Orchard. Okay, good. We're on the same page, sort of." *(taps table)* "Did you see anything? Anyone? A man, maybe? Somebody acting... strange?" Maria: *(growing agitated, clutching camera)* "Sí, vi algo. Vi a un hombre... corriendo entre los árboles. Estaba gritando. Y luego... luego desapareció. Simplemente desapareció, detective. Aquí, mire, mire las fotos—" Hunter: "Whoa, whoa, slow down. I'm not catching any of that. Un hombre? A man?" Maria: "Sí. Un hombre. Aquí." *(turns camera screen toward him)* "Mire. Aquí está, y en la siguiente foto... nada. Nada, detective. ¿Cómo es posible?" Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* "Huh. Well, I'll be damned. That's... that's him. That's the Peterson kid." *(beat)* "And in this one he's just... gone." Maria: "¿Lo conoce? ¿Conoce a este hombre?" Hunter: "Okay, listen. I need these photos. These pictures. *Fotos.* I need them. Understand? For the investigation." Maria: "¿Quiere las fotos? Sí, sí, puedo enviárselas, pero detective, tengo miedo. Había algo más allí. Algo... no sé cómo explicarlo. El aire se sentía mal. Frío. Muy frío." Hunter: *(rubbing his forehead)* "I am getting maybe one word in twenty here. Okay. Okay." *(pulls out phone)* "I'm gonna call the station, get a translator down here. Just — *quédate*. That's 'stay,' right? Quédate. Stay." Maria: *(faint smile)* "Sí. Me quedo. Pero por favor, dese prisa. No me gusta este pueblo, detective. Algo no está bien aquí." Hunter: "Yeah. Yeah, I hear ya. Something about the tone. Trust me, lady, I know." *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening.)* Hunter: "Damn it. Sheriff. Hold on—" *(answers)* "Hunter. ...What? Where? ...When? ...Son of a — okay. I'm on my way. Five minutes." *(hangs up)* Maria: "¿Qué pasa? ¿Otra desaparición?" Hunter: "I gotta go. There's been another one." *(stands, places card on table)* "My card. *Mi... tarjeta.* Call me. Or — have somebody call me. I'll be back. Don't leave town, alright? *No...* ah, hell. Just — stay put." *(points firmly at table)* "Here. Tomorrow. *Mañana.* Yeah?" Maria: *(nodding, gripping the card)* "Mañana. Aquí. Entendido. Tenga cuidado, detective." Hunter: "Yeah. You too, miss." *(pauses at the door, turns back)* "And hang onto that camera. Don't let it out of your sight." Maria: *(watching him go, murmuring)* "No te preocupes. No pienso soltarla." --- *[END SCENE]*