Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ01ZX9CV4JBZ0QMXPDVP60N

**Voice Sheet:** **Maria:** (Looking up from her camera, startled) ¡Oh! Disculpe... ¿en qué le puedo ayudar? (Oh! Sorry... how can I help you?) **Hunter:** Detective Hunter. (He flashes a badge.) I'm asking around about the Apple Festival preparations. You see anything unusual last night? Around the orchards. **Maria:** (Eyes widening with worry) La noche pasada... Sí, algo terrible. Vi... vi unas luces extrañas al borde del bosque. Y después, el sonido de un grito. (Last night... yes, something terrible. I saw... I saw strange lights at the edge of the woods. And then, the sound of a scream.) **Hunter:** (Leans in, his expression serious) Lights? A scream? Any details? What kind of lights? Where exactly? **Maria:** (Shakes her head, frustrated) No entiendo... ¿Luces? ¿Qué luces? Lo siento, solo estaba tomando fotos del atardecer. (I don't understand... Lights? What lights? I'm sorry, I was just taking photos of the sunset.) **Hunter:** (Sighs, running a hand through his hair) Okay, let's go slow. The festival. The parade route. Did you see anything out of place? People who shouldn't be there? **Maria:** (Nods eagerly, relieved by the simpler words) ¡Ah, la fiesta! Mucha gente. Pero alguien... alguien estaba muy nervioso. Un hombre con una chaqueta verde oscura. Miraba todo el tiempo al bosque. (Ah, the party! Many people. But someone... someone was very nervous. A man in a dark green jacket. He kept looking towards the woods all the time.) **Hunter:** A man in a green jacket. Got it. And the lights you mentioned—were they near him? **Maria:** (Frowns, confused) ¿Luces? No, no vi luces cerca de él. Solo... solo vi su cara asustada. (Lights? No, I didn't see lights near him. I only... I only saw his frightened face.) **Hunter:** (Pinches the bridge of his nose) We're going in circles. Look, did you or did you not see strange lights last night? **Maria:** (Voice rising with distress) ¡No sé de qué me habla! ¡Estoy tratando de ayudarle! ¡Pero no hablo inglés! (I don't know what you're talking about! I'm trying to help you! But I don't speak English!) **Hunter:** (Holds up a calming hand) Okay, okay. Sorry. I'm just... (His phone rings loudly. He holds up a finger.) Hold on. Hunter. (He listens, his posture stiffening.) What? When?... Understood. I'm on my way. **(He pockets the phone, his demeanor shifting to focused urgency.)** **Hunter:** I have to go. (He looks at Maria, hesitates, then pulls a notepad and pen from his pocket, writing "GREEN JACKET? WOODS?") Show me. Point to where. On a map? **Maria:** (Takes the notepad, sees his scribble, and understands. She draws a quick, rough map of the town edge, circling a spot near the forest line and drawing a stick figure in a green jacket.) Aquí. Él estaba aquí. Las luces... (She hesitates, then draws a wavy symbol further into the trees) ...quizás aquí. (Here. He was here. The lights... maybe here.) **Hunter:** (Studies the map, nods) This is helpful. Stay in town, okay? If you remember anything else, anything, come to the sheriff's office. (He tears off the page.) Thank you. **(He strides out of the cafe, leaving Maria looking shaken and clutching her camera.)**