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**VOICE SHEET — "Lost in Translation"** *Setting: A small corner café in Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Isabella sits by the window, thumbing through photos on her camera's display, her coffee long gone cold.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit for a second? Name's Hunter — I'm a detective with the Alborn PD. I've got a couple questions about what happened down by the orchard last night." **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled, clutching the camera to her chest)* "Oh… mi scusi, non… non parlo inglese. Italiano, solo italiano." **Hunter:** *(pausing, brow furrowing)* "…Italian. Right. Okay." *(he points to himself)* "Hunter. Police." *(he mimes a badge, then gestures vaguely toward the window)* "The orchard. Last night. Did you see anything?" **Isabella:** "Sì, io… io ero lì. Stavo facendo delle foto al tramonto, le mele, la luce era così bella, e poi…" *(her voice trembles)* "…ho sentito delle urla. Urla terribili, signore. E un uomo — un uomo che correva tra gli alberi." **Hunter:** *(holding up a hand gently)* "Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I don't— I didn't catch any of that." *(he pulls out his notepad, clicks his pen)* "Uh… man? You saw a man?" *(he mimes running with his fingers)* **Isabella:** *(nodding rapidly, eyes wide)* "Sì! Sì, un uomo! Correva, così —" *(she mimics running with two fingers across the table)* "— e aveva qualcosa in mano. Non ho visto bene. Avevo paura. Tanta paura." **Hunter:** "Okay, okay. A guy was running. Got it. Something in his hand?" *(he mimes holding an object)* "What — like a bag? A weapon?" **Isabella:** "Non lo so! Era scuro, era lontano. Ma le foto — guardi, guardi le foto!" *(she fumbles with the camera, turning the screen toward him with shaking hands)* "Ho scattato senza pensare. Forse si vede qualcosa. Forse lui è lì." **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the tiny screen)* "You got pictures? Jesus. Okay, now we're talking." *(he taps the screen)* "This one. Can you — can I see this one bigger? This blur here, right at the tree line…" **Isabella:** "Sì, quello. Quello mi ha fatto paura. C'è qualcosa, vero? Lei lo vede anche, vero?" *(softer, almost pleading)* "Non sto impazzendo. L'ho visto davvero." **Hunter:** *(meeting her eyes, voice lower)* "Hey. Hey, look at me. I don't know what you just said, but I can tell you're scared. And I believe you saw something. Okay?" *(he taps his chest)* "I believe you." **Isabella:** *(a small, shaky breath, the corner of her mouth lifting)* "Grazie. Grazie, signore. Non sa quanto… sono qui da sola, non conosco nessuno, e ieri sera—" *(Hunter's phone buzzes sharply against the table. He glances at the screen and his expression hardens.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. Hold that thought." *(he answers)* "Hunter. …Yeah. …When? …No, I'm two blocks out. I'm coming." *(he hangs up, already standing)* **Isabella:** *(alarmed)* "Cosa succede? Qualcosa non va?" **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Something's come up." *(he scribbles on a page of his notepad, tears it out, and slides it to her)* "My number. *Mi* — *numero.*" *(he points to her, then to the paper, then mimes a phone)* "You stay here. Or home. Somewhere safe. I'll find a translator and we're gonna talk again — tonight, tomorrow morning, soon. Okay?" **Isabella:** *(clutching the paper)* "Va bene. Va bene, sì. Starò attenta." **Hunter:** *(pausing at the door, turning back)* "And hey — hang on to that camera. Don't delete a damn thing." **Isabella:** *(softly, to his back)* "Stia attento anche lei, detective." *(The bell above the door chimes as he leaves. Isabella stares down at the blurred figure on her camera screen, and slowly pulls the scarf tighter around her shoulders.)* --- **END SCENE**