Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GBP9G7HHWC8F96D9A7RZ0

**VOICE SHEET — "Lost in Translation"** *Scene: The Copper Kettle Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Isabella sits at a window table, scrolling through photos on the back of her camera. Hunter enters, spots her, and crosses to the table.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me — miss? Isabella, right? The exchange student staying up at the Petersons'? Mind if I sit down a minute?" **Isabella:** *(startled, lowering the camera)* "Oh… sì, sì, prego. Si accomodi." **Hunter:** "Thanks. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about last night. You were out near the orchard around sunset, is that right? Taking pictures?" **Isabella:** *(her hands beginning to tremble slightly)* "Il frutteto… sì, ero lì. Stavo fotografando il tramonto, e poi… Dio mio, ho visto qualcosa. Qualcuno. C'era un uomo che trascinava— io non so, non so come spiegare—" **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa — hold on. I'm not following you. Do you… speak any English? Just a little?" **Isabella:** "No, no, io non parlo inglese. Sto imparando, ma… ma devo dirglielo, detective, ho visto qualcosa di terribile vicino al vecchio fienile—" **Hunter:** *(holding up a hand)* "Okay. Okay, slow down. That's Italian, yeah? I don't speak a word of it. Not one." **Isabella:** *(grabbing her camera, fumbling with the buttons)* "Guardi. Guardi qui, nella fotografia. C'è l'uomo. Vede? Quest'uomo — non è del paese, io l'ho già visto prima, vicino alla chiesa—" **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the small screen)* "Is that — hang on. That's out by Miller's barn. Who is this guy? You took this last night?" **Isabella:** "Sì, sì! Ieri sera. E c'era una ragazza con lui, detective, una ragazza giovane, e lei piangeva, io l'ho sentita, ma avevo paura, ho avuto tanta paura che sono scappata—" **Hunter:** "Hey. Hey, look at me. You're shaking. Just… breathe, alright? Breathe." **Isabella:** *(eyes welling up)* "Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace tanto. Avrei dovuto chiamare qualcuno, avrei dovuto fare qualcosa, ma non parlo la lingua, non sapevo a chi—" **Hunter:** "I can tell you're upset. I get that much. I'm gonna need to get a translator down here, okay? Trans-la-tor." *(miming a phone)* "Someone who speaks Italian. Capisce? That's one I actually know." **Isabella:** *(a small, wet laugh)* "Sì. Sì, capisco. Un traduttore. Grazie, detective, grazie." **Hunter:** "Alright. Good. We're getting somewhere. Now this photo — can you send it to me? Email, maybe? You got a—" *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, and his jaw tightens.)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. I gotta take this. — Deputy, yeah, go ahead." **Isabella:** *(watching him anxiously)* "Che cosa? È successo qualcosa?" **Hunter:** *(covering the receiver, to Isabella)* "Stay right here. Don't move. You understand 'stay'?" *(pointing firmly at the table)* "Stay. I'll be back within the hour, and I'm bringing someone who can actually talk to you. Okay?" **Isabella:** *(nodding slowly)* "Sì… sì, aspetto. Aspetto qui." **Hunter:** "Good girl. Keep that camera close." *(into phone, as he walks toward the door)* "Yeah, I'm two minutes out. Nobody touches the scene until I get there—" *(The café door jingles shut behind him. Isabella looks down at the photograph on her camera screen, her thumb hovering over the delete button — then pulling away.)* **Isabella:** *(quietly, to herself)* "Dio mio… in che cosa mi sono trovata?" --- *[END SCENE]*