Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02Q06B15S50TXYHS2HPT1M

# Voice Sheet: "Lost in Translation" --- **Hunter:** *[approaching the cafe table, tipping his hat]* Good morning, ma'am. Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I've been talking to folks around town about the Henderson disappearance last week. You been around here long? **Melanie:** *[looks up from her camera, startled]* Äh… ich — ich verstehe nicht. Sprechen Sie Deutsch? **Hunter:** *[blinks, pulling out a small notepad]* …I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. You, uh — you speak German? **Melanie:** *[nodding, pointing to herself]* Ja. Melanie. Deutschland. *[points to him, then makes a questioning gesture]* **Hunter:** Right. Hunter. *[points to himself]* Detective. *[holds up his badge, then mimes looking around, speaking slowly and clearly]* Disappearance. Woman. Gone. *[holds up a photo of the missing woman]* **Melanie:** *[face pales, she clutches her camera to her chest and speaks rapidly, voice trembling]* Oh Gott… das ist die Frau! Ich habe — ich habe etwas gesehen! In den Wäldern, in der Nacht! Ich war dort mit meiner Kamera, ich wollte Fotos machen, und dann… dann habe ich sie gesehen, wie sie mit jemandem gesprochen hat. Es war beängstigend. Ich war so scared — ich kann das nicht — *[presses her hands to her temples]* **Hunter:** *[leaning forward, clearly lost]* Whoa, whoa — hey, slow down. I can't understand any of that. Do you — *[mimes taking a photo with his fingers]* — camera? Did you see something? Something in the woods? **Melanie:** *[pulls out her phone, frantically types into a translator, turns the screen toward him]* *[Phone reads: "I SAW HER. THE MISSING WOMAN. SHE WAS TALKING TO SOMEONE IN THE WOODS. AT NIGHT. I WAS AFRAID."]*** **Hunter:** *[eyes widening]* You *saw* her? When? Before she disappeared? **Melanie:** *[types again, hands shaking]* *[Phone reads: "YES. TWO NIGHTS BEFORE. I DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS MISSING UNTIL NOW. I AM SCARED. THE MAN SHE WAS WITH — HE LOOKED ANGRY."]*** **Hunter:** *[pulling out his notepad, writing quickly]* Can you — *[mimes describing a person]* — what did he look like? The man? **Melanie:** *[types]* *[Phone reads: "TALL. DARK COAT. HE HAD A SCAR ON HIS FACE. NEAR HIS MOUTH."]*** **Hunter:** *[jaw tightens]* …I need to make a call. *[stands abruptly, pulling out his phone]* Stay right here, okay? Don't go anywhere. **Melanie:** *[clutching her camera, nodding rapidly, whispering to herself]* Bitte lass das gut gehen… bitte… **Hunter:** *[stepping away, phone to his ear]* Yeah, this is Hunter. I've got a witness at the Maple Street cafe — she saw Henderson with a tall male, dark coat, scar near the mouth, in the woods two nights before she went missing. …Yeah. I know. …I need a German interpreter down here *now*. …Because she doesn't speak a word of English, that's why. *[He glances back at Melanie, who is anxiously scrolling through her camera's photos, her face tight with worry.]* **Hunter:** *[into the phone, quieter]* …Get one fast. I think she saw more than she realizes. *[He pockets the phone, gives Melanie a firm nod, and strides out the door.]* **Melanie:** *[alone now, whispers while looking at a blurred photo on her camera screen]* Wer war das da hinter ihr… *[She slowly turns the camera around to show a dark, indistinct figure half-hidden behind a tree. She swallows hard.]* **Melanie:** …Was habe ich da gesehen? --- *[END SCENE]*