Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ07J6A606419E2CDT8W18VG

**CAFE SCENE - V.OICE SHEET** **(Maria sits at a small, sunlit table in the Alborn Grind Cafe, her camera resting on the table. She’s gently wiping the lens with a microfiber cloth, her expression distant and troubled. Detective Hunter, in a practical jacket, approaches her table with a purposeful stride.)** **Hunter:** “Excuse me, miss? Maria, is it? I’m Detective Hunter. I need to ask you a few questions about the gathering at Miller’s Orchard last Saturday.” **Maria:** (Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide and uneasy.) “Ah… sí. Soy María. Perdón, ¿usted es policía?” (Yes. I’m Maria. Sorry, are you police?) **Hunter:** (Frowns, understanding nothing. He gestures to his badge.) “Detective. Hunter. About Saturday? The festival. Were you there?” **Maria:** (Shakes her head, speaking rapidly, her voice trembling slightly.) “Estaba allí, pero… fue terrible. Todo empezó bien, con la música y las familias. Pero luego… hubo gritos. Gente corriendo. No sé qué pasó, solo vi… sombras. Y el olor a manzanas quemadas. Nadie me escuchaba, yo solo… tomé fotos, ¿sabes? Por instinto.” (I was there, but... it was terrible. It started out fine, with the music and families. But then... there were screams. People running. I don’t know what happened, I just saw... shadows. And the smell of burnt apples. No one was listening to me, I just... took photos, you know? Out of instinct.) **Hunter:** (Stares at her, completely lost. He holds up a hand.) “Whoa, slow down. I don’t… speak Spanish. You’re talking about shadows? On Saturday?” **Maria:** (Tears well up. She points emphatically at her camera.) “¡Sí! ¡Las sombras! Estaban moviéndose entre los árboles, muy rápidas. Y después… Silencio. Un silencio horrible. Pienso que la gente… se fue. ¿Qué debo hacer? Tengo las fotos, pero… ¡no puedo explicarlas! ¡Estoy tan asustada!” (Yes! The shadows! They were moving between the trees, very fast. And then... Silence. A horrible silence. I think the people... vanished. What should I do? I have the photos, but... I can’t explain them! I’m so scared!) **Hunter:** (His no-nonsense demeanor cracks with sheer confusion. He pulls out his notepad, looking for a pen, his patience visibly thinning.) “Shadows. Scared. Photos. Okay. Can you… show me? The pictures?” **Maria:** (Nods vigorously, grabbing her camera. She flips through the images on the small screen, her hands shaking, showing him blurry, dark shapes and a chaotic scene.) “¡Mira! ¡Aquí! ¿Ves? ¡Y aquí! ¡Todo está borroso, pero ahí están!” (Look! Here! Do you see? And here! It’s all blurry, but they’re there!) **Hunter:** (Leans in, squinting at the tiny, chaotic images. He sees nothing identifiable.) “I see… a blurry tree. And a lot of motion. Miss, I need to understand what you saw. Can you say it in English? Even one word?” **Maria:** (A fresh wave of panic crosses her face. She presses her palms flat on the table.) “¡No puedo! ¡No sé inglés! ¡Solo tengo esto!” (I can’t! I don’t know English! I only have this!) She taps the camera again. **(Suddenly, Hunter’s phone rings sharply. He pulls it from his pocket, holds up a finger to Maria, and answers, turning away slightly.)** **Hunter:** “Hunter… Yeah… When? … Damn it, I’m in the middle of something. … Alright. On my way.” (He hangs up, his jaw tight. The urgency has returned tenfold.) **Hunter:** (Turns back to Maria, his tone clipped and official.) “I have to go. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll… find someone who can translate. We’ll talk more. Understand?” **Maria:** (Just stares at him, clutching her camera to her chest, utterly alone with her terror.) **(Hunter gives a sharp, almost frustrated nod and strides quickly out of the cafe, leaving Maria surrounded by her silent, Spanish-language fear.)**