Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2E1QGGGK9WK18F9KZNWGSW

**VOICE SHEET – Scene 1: The Coffee Shop Misunderstanding** **INT. MAIN STREET CAFÉ – ALBORN, MN – DAY** *MELANIE sits alone at a corner table, the afternoon light spilling across her camera as she scrolls through images on the display. Her brow is furrowed. She mutters something under her breath in German.* *HUNTER enters, scanning the room. He spots her, crosses the creaky floorboards, and stops at her table. He clears his throat.* Hunter: "Excuse me. You’re the one who was at the trailhead on Thursday morning, right? With the camera?" *Melanie looks up, startled. She blinks, then offers a hesitant smile. She does not understand him.* Melanie: "Entschuldigung. Ich spreche kein Englisch." *(Sorry. I don’t speak English.)* Hunter: *(frowning, leaning in slightly)* "Right. Okay. I’ll try again. Thursday morning. Early. You were by the old bridge? Taking photos?" *Melanie tilts her head, trying to catch a familiar word. She shakes her head slowly.* Melanie: "Tut mir leid. Ich verstehe nicht." *(I’m sorry. I don’t understand.)* Hunter: "The bridge? River? Something happened. A woman went missing." *He gestures vaguely, then points to her camera.* "Did you see anything strange? Anything weird in your pictures?" *Melanie looks down at the camera, then back up at him. His tone is serious, and the word “missing” seems to land—she recognizes it from a news report she saw. Her face pales.* Melanie: "Ja. Ja, ich habe etwas gesehen... aber ich weiß nicht, was es war." *(Yes. Yes, I saw something... but I don’t know what it was.)* *She speaks quickly, her voice shaking. She pulls up a photo on the camera and turns the screen toward him. Hunter squints at it. It shows a figure in the fog near the riverbank—blurry, half-hidden by trees.* Hunter: "Is that... a person? Do you know who that is?" Melanie: *(frustrated, nearly in tears)* "Ich kann Ihnen nicht sagen, wer das ist. Ich kann nicht erklären, was ich gesehen habe. Es war... falsch." *(I can’t tell you who that is. I can’t explain what I saw. It was... wrong.)* *Hunter rubs the back of his neck, clearly frustrated. He pulls out his notepad and writes something down, then stops.* Hunter: "Ma’am, I need you to tell me if you saw anyone else. Anyone running, or—" *His phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.* Hunter: *(muttering)* "I have to take this." *He answers the call, listens for a moment, and his jaw clenches.* Hunter: *(into phone)* "I’m on my way." *He ends the call and looks back at Melanie. She watches him with wide, anxious eyes.* Hunter: "I have to go. Stay in town. Don’t delete those photos." *He points at the camera.* "I’ll find a translator. We’ll talk again." *He turns and strides out of the café, the door chiming behind him. Melanie stares after him, clutching her camera to her chest, a tremor running through her hands.*