Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZTZRYZ65196HWX78YQ1E2D

**Voice Sheet: Café Scene — Alborn, MN** --- Isabella: *(murmuring to herself, scrolling through photos)* "Non è possibile... non può essere vero..." Hunter: "Ma'am? Excuse me — mind if I sit down a minute?" Isabella: *(startled, looking up)* "Oh! Mi scusi, non l'avevo vista arrivare." Hunter: "Uh... right. Name's Hunter. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm asking folks around town about what happened down by the old mill last night. Word is you were out taking pictures in that area." Isabella: "Mi dispiace, signore, ma... io non parlo inglese. Parla italiano, per caso?" Hunter: "I'm sorry, what? Italian? No, ma'am, I don't — look, I just need to ask you a couple questions. Did you see anything unusual? Anyone near the mill?" Isabella: *(hands trembling slightly, turning the camera toward him)* "Ho visto... ho visto qualcosa. Qui, guardi. C'era un uomo, e poi... è sparito. Semplicemente sparito! Non so come spiegarlo." Hunter: "Whoa, hey — slow down. I'm not following a word here. You're showing me a picture?" Isabella: "Sì, sì! Guardi la foto. Quest'uomo — era lì, vicino al fiume. E poi, nella foto dopo..." *(swipes)* "...non c'è più nessuno. Capisce?" Hunter: *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* "Okay. Okay, that's... that's Henderson. That's the guy who's been missing three days. You took this last night?" Isabella: "Non capisco cosa sta dicendo, ma... ha riconosciuto quest'uomo, vero? Lo vedo dal suo viso. È successo qualcosa di brutto, lo sento." Hunter: "Ma'am, I need this camera. Or — the memory card, at least. You understand? Camera. Evidence." *(points at camera, then gestures)* Isabella: "La macchina fotografica? No, no, non posso darle la macchina — è tutto il mio lavoro, le mie foto del viaggio, la mia tesi! Non posso." Hunter: *(sighing, rubbing his jaw)* "Alright. Alright, we'll figure something out. I'll get someone from the college — there's gotta be somebody who speaks Italian in this town. Just — please, don't delete anything. Nothing. You hear me?" Isabella: "Lei è gentile, ma io sono... sono spaventata, detective. Molto spaventata. Cosa sta succedendo in questa città?" Hunter: "Hey. Hey, easy. You're shaking." *(softer)* "Whatever it is, you're safe, okay? Safe." *(nods slowly)* "Safe." Isabella: *(small, grateful smile)* "Safe... sì. Grazie. È una delle poche parole che conosco." Hunter: *(small chuckle)* "Well, look at that. Progress." *(Phone rings. Hunter pulls it from his jacket.)* Hunter: "Hunter. — Yeah. — When? — Son of a — alright, I'm on my way. Five minutes." *(pockets phone, stands)* "Listen to me. I have to go. But I'm coming back. Back. Here. Tomorrow. With a translator. You understand? Tomorrow." Isabella: "Domani? Sì, domani. Sarò qui. La aspetterò." Hunter: "Good. And ma'am — Isabella, right? — keep that camera close. Real close." Isabella: *(clutching camera to her chest)* "Stia attento, detective. Per favore." Hunter: *(pausing at the door, glancing back)* "Yeah. You too, kid." *(Exit Hunter. Isabella slowly looks back down at the camera screen, her coffee going cold beside her.)* --- **END SCENE**