Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV1QYN9Y94G7G5XP8A15RN

# Voice Sheet: Café Encounter **Scene:** The Bluebird Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Isabella sits near the window, scrolling through photos on her camera's display screen. Her coffee has gone cold. --- Hunter: "Afternoon, miss. Mind if I sit down? Name's Hunter — I'm a detective with the Alborn PD." Isabella: "Oh… buongiorno. Sì, sì, si accomodi pure." Hunter: "I'll take that as a yes. Listen, I'm talking to folks who were near the old mill on Tuesday night. You were there, weren't you? Taking pictures?" Isabella: "Scusi… io non parlo inglese. Parla italiano, per caso?" Hunter: "…Italian? No. No, ma'am, I don't speak Italian. Not a word." Isabella: "*Madonna mia…* Ho visto qualcosa, sa? Quella sera. C'era un uomo — un uomo alto, vicino al vecchio mulino. Aveva qualcosa in mano, non so… forse una pala? E poi ho sentito un grido." Hunter: "Okay, okay — slow down. I caught 'mulino.' That's the mill, right? You were at the mill?" Isabella: "Sì! Sì, il mulino. Ero lì per fotografare il tramonto. Ho anche delle foto — guardi, guardi qui." Hunter: "Photos? You got photos? Lemme see that." Isabella: "Ecco… questa è prima. E questa… questa l'ho scattata quando ho sentito il rumore. Vede? Quell'ombra, là dietro?" Hunter: "…I'll be damned. That's a figure. Right there by the tree line. Miss, this could be important. *Importante*, yeah?" Isabella: "Sì, importante, esatto! Ho avuto tanta paura, sa. Sono scappata subito. Non sono neanche riuscita a dormire." Hunter: "Hey — it's okay. You're safe now. I'm gonna need a copy of these pictures. Maybe we can get someone down at the station to translate. You got a phone? *Telefono?*" Isabella: "Sì, ho il telefono. Glielo do volentieri. Ma per favore… stia attento. Quell'uomo… non sembrava una persona normale. Aveva uno sguardo… come dire… vuoto." Hunter: "I wish I knew what you were sayin', miss. But your face is tellin' me plenty." *[Hunter's phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen, frowns.]* Hunter: "Damn it. I gotta take this. — Yeah, Hunter here. …What? When? …No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way." *[He stands, grabbing his jacket.]* Hunter: "Miss — Isabella, right? I gotta go. Something's come up. But you and me, we're gonna talk again. I'll bring someone who speaks Italian. You stay in town, yeah? *Stay.* Right here in Alborn." Isabella: "Alborn, sì, sì. Resto qui. Non vado da nessuna parte." Hunter: "Good. *Grazie.* That one I know." Isabella: "Prego, detective. E… stia attento, la prego." Hunter: "I'll see ya soon, miss." *[Hunter strides out. The bell above the door jingles. Isabella looks back down at her camera, her hand trembling slightly as she zooms in on the shadow in the photograph.]* Isabella: "…Dio mio. Chi sei tu?" **— END SCENE —**