Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0G887H2508KTXPAGQPYKBP

**VOICE SHEET — "Lost in Translation"** *Scene: The Bluebird Café, Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. Isabella sits at a window table, scrolling through photos on her camera's viewfinder, a half-finished cappuccino beside her. Hunter enters, spots her, and walks over.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down for a second? Name's Hunter — I'm a detective with the Alborn PD." **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled, clutching the camera)* "Oh… buongiorno. Sì, sì, prego, si accomodi." **Hunter:** "...Right. I'll take that as a yes." *(sits)* "Listen, I'll try to keep this brief. I'm looking into what happened out by the orchard last night. Folks said they saw a young woman with a camera near the treeline around sundown. That'd be you, wouldn't it?" **Isabella:** *(eyes widening, voice trembling)* "L'orto… il frutteto, sì. Ero lì per fotografare il tramonto, le luci erano— erano bellissime, ma poi… ho visto qualcosa. Qualcuno. C'era un uomo, e— Dio mio, non riesco ancora a crederci—" **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I'm not following a word of that. You're speaking — what is that, Spanish?" **Isabella:** "Italiano. Sono italiana. Non parlo inglese, mi dispiace, mi dispiace tanto—" **Hunter:** "Italian. Great. Of course." *(rubs the back of his neck)* "Okay. Let's try this a different way." *(pulls out a notepad, slides it across)* "Can you — draw? Write? Anything?" **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, hands unsteady)* "Ho le foto. Guardi — ho scattato delle foto. È tutto qui, nella macchina fotografica." **Hunter:** "Photos? You got photos?" *(leans forward as she turns the camera toward him)* "...Well, I'll be. That's the south fence line. And that— hold on, go back one. Who's that in the background?" **Isabella:** *(pointing at the screen, voice cracking)* "Quest'uomo. Era lì. Portava qualcosa— qualcuno— sulla spalla. Io mi sono nascosta dietro gli alberi, avevo così paura. Non sapevo cosa fare, a chi dire—" **Hunter:** "Hey. Hey, look at me. I don't know what you're saying, but I can see you're shook up. It's alright. You're safe now, okay? Safe." *(mimes calmly, palms down)* "Deep breath." **Isabella:** *(inhales shakily, wiping her eye)* "Grazie. Scusi. È che… non ho dormito. Continuo a vedere quella faccia quando chiudo gli occhi." **Hunter:** "Yeah. Yeah, I bet." *(quieter)* "Listen, I'm gonna get someone down to the station who speaks Italian. We got a professor over at the community college — I'll call her. I need you to come in and walk me through these pictures. Can you do that? Station. Police station." *(taps his badge)* "With me. Later. Okay?" **Isabella:** "La stazione di polizia? Sì, sì, vengo. Certo. Farò qualsiasi cosa per aiutare." **Hunter:** "I'm gonna take that as a yes too." *(Hunter's phone buzzes sharply. He glances at the screen, expression hardening.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. I gotta take this." *(stands, already lifting the phone to his ear)* "Chief, yeah, go ahead— what? When?" *(to Isabella, covering the receiver)* "Miss — Isabella, right? Stay put. Or, uh — here." *(scribbles on the notepad, tears off the page, slides it over)* "My number. *Numero*. Call me. Two hours. Station." *(holds up two fingers)* "Two." **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, clutching the paper)* "Due ore. Ho capito. Sì. Va bene, vada, vada pure." **Hunter:** "Good. Don't lose that camera. You hear me? Don't let that thing out of your sight." *(already walking toward the door, phone back to his ear)* "Yeah, Chief, I'm on my way — no, you're not gonna believe what I just saw…" *(The bell above the café door jingles as he leaves. Isabella stares down at the camera in her lap, then slowly, carefully, tucks it against her chest like something precious — and fragile.)* **Isabella:** *(softly, to herself)* "…Dio mio. In che cosa mi sono cacciata." *[END SCENE]*