Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0G904BE0VH8GFFEZKM9J3T

**VOICE SHEET — "Lost in Translation"** *Scene: Late afternoon. The Copper Kettle Café, Main Street, Alborn, MN. Isabella sits by the window, thumbing through photos on the back of her camera. Hunter enters, spots her, and walks over.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss? Mind if I sit down for a minute? I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions." **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled)* "Oh… sì, sì, prego. Mi scusi, stavo solo… guardando le foto." **Hunter:** "…Right. Okay. So — you were out by the orchard road last night, around seven? One of the shop owners said she saw a girl with a camera out there." **Isabella:** *(hands tightening on the camera)* "La strada… sì, ero lì. Stavo facendo delle foto al tramonto, capisce? Il cielo era così bello, rosso, arancione… e poi… poi ho visto qualcosa. Qualcuno. Tra gli alberi." **Hunter:** "Ma'am… I'm not following. Do you speak any English? At all?" **Isabella:** "No — no, mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Solo italiano. Ma devo dirle — ho visto un uomo. Correva. Correva con qualcosa sulle spalle, un sacco, un fagotto, non lo so…" **Hunter:** *(rubbing the back of his neck)* "Okay. Okay, slow down. Italian. Great. That's just — perfect." **Isabella:** *(leaning forward, urgent)* "Per favore, ascolti. Ho le fotografie. Le ho scattate senza pensare, capisce? Il mio istinto. Guardi — guardi qui." *(She turns the camera screen toward him, scrolling through images.)* **Hunter:** *(eyes narrowing)* "Wait. Hold on. Go back one — yeah, that one. Who is that? You took this last night?" **Isabella:** "Sì, ieri sera. Vicino al vecchio fienile, sa, quello rosso vicino al fiume. L'uomo — non mi ha vista. Io ero dietro gli alberi, con il teleobiettivo. Ma lui… lui aveva paura. O forse era arrabbiato. Non lo so. Aveva gli occhi… così." **Hunter:** "I don't understand a word you're saying, but I understand that picture just fine. That's the third missing person's last known location." **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, pressing a hand to her chest)* "Sono spaventata, detective. Davvero. Non dormo. Continuo a vedere il suo viso quando chiudo gli occhi." **Hunter:** "Hey. Hey, easy. You're shaking." *(softening)* "Look, I'm gonna get someone down here who speaks Italian, alright? Italian. Sì? We'll figure this out. You're not in any trouble." **Isabella:** "Sì… sì, ho capito quella parola. Italiano. Grazie. Grazie." **Hunter:** "Okay. Good. That's — that's a start." *(His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at it, jaw tightening.)* **Hunter:** "Dispatch. Give me a second." *(answering)* "Hunter. …When? …Where? …Yeah. Yeah, I'm ten minutes out." *(He stands, pocketing the phone, then pauses — and places a business card on the table in front of her, tapping it twice.)* **Hunter:** "I have to go. Something's come up. You — stay. Here. Café." *(miming)* "I'll come back. Back. Okay? Do not leave town." **Isabella:** *(nodding slowly, clutching the card)* "Va bene. Aspetto. Aspetto qui. Ma la prego… si affretti. Quell'uomo — è ancora là fuori." **Hunter:** *(pausing at the door, looking back at her)* "Yeah. I don't know what you just said… but I've got a feeling I'm gonna wish I did." *(The bell over the door jingles as he leaves. Isabella slowly sets the camera down, staring at the photograph still glowing on the screen.)* **— END SCENE —**