Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GDG6KJ2ZP2RTXDVT1S8EF

**VOICE SHEET — "Lost in Translation"** *Scene: The Sugar Maple Café, Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. Maria sits by the window, scrolling through photos on her camera's display. Her hands are trembling slightly.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit down? Name's Hunter — I'm with the Alborn PD. I was told you were out by the old mill yesterday evening. That right?" **Maria:** "Perdone… no hablo inglés. Lo siento mucho." **Hunter:** "Uh… okay. English? Do you speak any English?" **Maria:** "No, no… español. Solo español." **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubs the back of his neck)* "Terrific. Alright. The mill? Old building? You — camera — yesterday?" *(mimes taking a photo)* **Maria:** "¡Ah, sí! El molino, sí. Estuve allí ayer por la tarde, tomando fotos del paisaje. Pero… vi algo. Vi a alguien. Un hombre arrastraba algo… algo grande, pesado. Estaba envuelto en una lona azul." **Hunter:** "Whoa, whoa, slow down. I caught 'molino' and 'hombre.' A man? There was a man?" **Maria:** "Sí, un hombre. Estaba oscuro, pero lo vi. Tenía miedo, señor. Mucho miedo. No sabía qué hacer. Pensé en llamar a la policía, pero… no sé hablar con ustedes. No entiendo nada aquí." **Hunter:** "Hey — hey, it's okay. You're shaking." *(quietly, more gently)* "Take a breath. Did you — the camera — did you take a picture?" *(points at the camera, then at his own eye)* "Photo? Foto?" **Maria:** "¡Foto, sí! Tomé varias. Mire, aquí…" *(turns the camera toward him with trembling fingers)* "Este hombre. ¿Lo conoce? Por favor, dígame que no estoy loca." **Hunter:** *(leans in, squinting at the screen)* "Well, I'll be damned. That's… that's our guy. That's definitely our guy." *(looks up at her)* "Miss, you might've just cracked this whole thing wide open. You understand me? You — good. Very good." **Maria:** "¿Bueno? ¿Es bueno? No entiendo si es bueno o malo lo que vi." **Hunter:** "Bueno. Yeah. Bueno." *(gives a small, awkward thumbs up)* "I need to get a translator down here. Don't move, okay? Stay. Stay right here." *(points at the table firmly)* "Stay." **Maria:** "¿Me quedo? Sí, sí, me quedo. Pero… tengo miedo. ¿Y si ese hombre me vio a mí también?" **Hunter:** "I wish I knew what you just—" *(his phone buzzes loudly; he glances at the screen, jaw tightening)* "Damn it. Damn it, not now." *(answers)* "Yeah, Chief. — Where? — No, I'm with a witness right now, she's got — yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way." *(hangs up)* **Maria:** "¿Se tiene que ir? ¿Ahora?" **Hunter:** "I have to go. Go. Work." *(points to the door, then to his badge)* "But you — stay. Safe. I'll send somebody who speaks Spanish. *Español.* Okay? Twenty minutes. *Veinte.*" *(holds up both hands, fingers splayed twice)* **Maria:** "Veinte minutos. Está bien. Le esperaré." **Hunter:** *(grabs a napkin, scribbles his number, slides it to her)* "You need anything — anything weird happens — you call. Got it?" **Maria:** "Gracias, detective. Tenga cuidado, por favor." **Hunter:** *(pauses at the door, glances back)* "Yeah. You too, miss. You too." *He exits. Maria clutches the napkin in one hand, her camera in the other, and stares at the photograph still glowing on the little screen.* --- **[END SCENE]**