Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV2K7H3C8VE4NYZ69TSG7N

# Voice Sheet: Scene at the Alborn Café --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I sit down? Name's Hunter — I'm a detective with the Alborn PD." **Isabella:** *(startled, looking up from her camera)* "Oh! Mi scusi, non l'avevo vista arrivare." **Hunter:** "...Sorry?" **Isabella:** "Sì, sì, prego, si sieda pure." **Hunter:** *(pulling out the chair slowly)* "Right. Okay. I'll just take that as a yes." *(sits down)* "Ma'am, I wanted to ask you about what happened down by the orchard last night. I was told you were out there taking pictures around sunset." **Isabella:** *(clutching her camera tighter)* "Il frutteto... sì, ero lì. Dio mio, è stato orribile. Ho visto qualcosa, tra gli alberi — qualcuno, forse. Stava correndo." **Hunter:** "I'm not — I'm sorry, I don't follow. You're speaking..." **Isabella:** "Italiano. Italiano! Non parlo inglese, detective. Mi dispiace tanto." **Hunter:** "Italian. Great." *(rubs the back of his neck)* "Listen — ma'am — Isabella, right? That's the name on the report. Did you *see* anyone? Anyone at all? A person?" *(mimes looking through a camera, then points to his eyes)* "See? You — see — someone?" **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, voice trembling)* "Sì! Sì, ho visto un uomo. Correva verso il bosco. Aveva qualcosa in mano, forse una pala, non lo so. Ho anche... ho anche scattato una foto, ma le mie mani tremavano così tanto—" **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa, slow down. Slow." *(holds up a hand)* "A man? You saw a man?" *(points to himself)* "Man?" **Isabella:** "Sì, un uomo. Alto. Con un cappotto scuro." *(gestures at her own shoulders, indicating a tall figure, a long coat)* **Hunter:** "Tall. Dark coat. Okay. That's something." *(pulls out a small notepad)* "Did you get a look at his face?" *(taps his own cheek)* "Face?" **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, eyes welling up)* "No, era troppo lontano. Ma la foto, detective — la foto!" *(lifts the camera toward him with shaking hands)* "Forse c'è qualcosa qui. Forse l'ho catturato senza saperlo." **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, eyes narrowing at the camera)* "You took a picture. You have a picture of him?" **Isabella:** "Sì, sì. Foto." *(points at the camera, nodding)* "Foto." **Hunter:** "Okay. *Okay.* Now we're getting somewhere. I'm gonna need that camera, or at least a copy of what's on it. Can you—" *(Hunter's phone rings sharply. He glances at it, jaw tightening.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. Hold that thought." *(answers)* "Hunter. — Yeah. — *When?* — No, keep everyone back from the scene, I'm on my way." *(hangs up, stands abruptly)* **Isabella:** *(alarmed)* "Cosa succede? È successo qualcos'altro?" **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Something's come up." *(points firmly at her, then at the café table)* "You — here. Stay. I come back. One hour." *(holds up one finger)* "One. Hour. Don't go anywhere, and don't let anybody touch that camera. Understand?" **Isabella:** *(nodding slowly, gripping the camera)* "Un'ora. Va bene. La aspetto qui." **Hunter:** *(already moving)* "I'll find someone who speaks Italian. Just — stay put." **Isabella:** *(softly, to herself as he leaves)* "Si sbrighi, detective. Per favore." --- *End scene.*