Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GBMASK71BP8WRPGK2Z0M4

**Voice Sheet — Scene: "Lost in Translation"** *Setting: The Copper Kettle Café, Alborn, MN. Early afternoon. Isabella is at a window table, scrolling through photos on her camera's display, brow furrowed.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit down? Name's Hunter — I'm with the Alborn PD. I was told you might've been taking pictures over by the old mill yesterday evening." **Isabella:** "Oh… sì, sì, ero lì. Scusi, io… non parlo inglese. Pochissimo. *Pochissimo.*" **Hunter:** "…Right. Okay. That's — that's Italian, isn't it?" **Isabella:** "Italiano, sì! Lei parla italiano?" **Hunter:** "No. No, ma'am, I do not. Not a word." **Isabella:** "Ah… va bene. Va bene. Io provo. Io… *try.*" **Hunter:** "Okay. Good. That's a start." *(He pulls out a small notebook and slides it across the table along with a pen.)* "The mill. You. Pictures. Did you see anything? Anyone?" **Isabella:** *(her hands tremble slightly as she picks up the camera)* "Ho visto… ho visto qualcosa. Un uomo. Vicino all'acqua. Stava… stava trascinando qualcosa. Una borsa, forse. Molto grande. Molto pesante." **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa — slow down. I got 'uomo.' Man? Was it a man?" **Isabella:** "Sì! Uomo. Man. *Man.*" *(She mimes dragging something heavy.)* "E lui… aveva paura. Continuava a guardarsi intorno, così." *(She glances over her shoulder, demonstrating.)* **Hunter:** "He was looking around. Nervous. Okay, I'm tracking. What'd he look like?" **Isabella:** "Alto. Con un cappello. Cappello scuro. E una giacca… rossa? No, no — marrone. Marrone scuro. Mi dispiace, io… le mani mi tremano ancora." **Hunter:** "Hey. Hey, it's alright. Take a breath." *(softer)* "You're shook up. I get it. Just — breathe." **Isabella:** "Grazie. Grazie. È che… ho la foto. *La foto,* capisce?" *(She turns the camera toward him, scrolling with a shaking finger.)* "Guardi. Guardi qui." **Hunter:** *(leaning in, his face changing)* "…Well, I'll be damned. That's him. That's our guy. Miss — Isabella? — this is exactly what we needed." **Isabella:** "È importante? È… *good?*" **Hunter:** "Yeah. Yeah, this is good. Real good. I'm gonna need this card. Or a copy. Can you — " *(mimes copying)* "— send? Email?" **Isabella:** "Email, sì! Sì, posso. Io mando. *I send.*" **Hunter:** "Perfect. Perf — " *(His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances down, and his jaw tightens.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. Sorry — I have to take this." *(into phone)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? …How long ago? …No, don't touch anything, I'm on my way. Five minutes." *(He stands, already shrugging his coat back on.)* **Isabella:** "Deve andare?" **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Work." *(He taps the badge on his belt.)* "Listen — " *(he scribbles on the notebook and tears off the page)* " — my number. Email. You send me that photo, okay? And stay here. Stay around people. Don't go walking by any mills tonight. Understand? No mill." **Isabella:** "No… mill. Capito. Nessun mulino." **Hunter:** "Good. Good girl. You did good today, Isabella." *(He pauses at the door, turning back.)* "And — uh — *grassy.* That's thank you, right?" **Isabella:** *(a small, startled laugh)* "*Grazie.* Prego, Detective." **Hunter:** "Yeah. That." *(He's out the door. Isabella exhales, looking down at her camera, then at the scrap of paper in her palm. She holds it tightly.)* **Isabella:** *(quietly, to herself)* "Mio Dio… in che cosa mi sono cacciata?" --- *[End Scene]*