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**Voice Sheet – Scene 4: The Café at Alborn** *Setting: A small outdoor café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Mid-afternoon. Isabella sits alone at a wrought-iron table, staring at the screen of her DSLR camera. Her fingers tremble slightly as she scrolls through images. Hunter approaches, notebook in hand, and stops beside her table.* Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions about what happened near the old mill last night?" *Isabella looks up, startled. She doesn’t understand the words, but his tone and badge tell her he’s official. She presses a hand to her chest, eyes wide.* Isabella: "Non capisco… io parlo solo italiano." *(I don’t understand… I only speak Italian.)* Hunter: (frowning, speaking slower) "Uh… English? Do you speak English?" Isabella: (shaking her head, voice wavering) "No… no inglese. Mi dispiace." *(No… no English. I’m sorry.)* *She looks down at the camera again, then back at him, as if trying to convey something urgent. She points at the screen – it shows a blurry, dark shape in the woods near the mill.* Hunter: (leaning in, squinting) "Is that a picture from last night? Did you see something?" Isabella: "Sì, sì! Ho visto… una persona correre. Poi… sparita." *(Yes, yes! I saw… a person running. Then… disappeared.)* *She mimes a figure fleeing, then vanishing, and wraps her arms around herself. Her eyes glisten.* Hunter: (frustrated but patient) "A person? Running? Where?" (He points at the photo, then at the street, making a running gesture.) Isabella: "Là!" (pointing toward the mill) "Nel bosco. C’era un uomo, gridava. Poi silenzio." *(There! In the woods. There was a man, shouting. Then silence.)* *She shudders, hugging the camera to her chest.* Hunter: (scribbling in his notebook, muttering) "Okay, okay. A man shouting, then gone. That’s three this week." (He looks up, trying to soften his voice) "Can you show me? Point?" *Isabella understands his gesture. She stands, still shaky, and walks to the edge of the café terrace, pointing toward the tree line behind the mill. Her hand shakes.* Isabella: "Là, dietro il mulino. Ho paura." *(There, behind the mill. I’m scared.)* Hunter: "Right. Behind the mill. Got it." (He makes a note, then looks at her camera) "This camera… you have more pictures?" *She holds it out, hesitant. He gestures for her to show him. She scrolls to a sequence of three shots: a dark figure partially hidden by branches, a trampled patch of grass, and then nothing.* Isabella: "Non so cosa sia. Ma non era… normale." *(I don’t know what it is. But it wasn’t… normal.)* *Hunter studies the images, his jaw tight. He’s about to speak when his phone buzzes loudly. He checks the screen, expression hardening.* Hunter: "I have to go. Listen –" (he points at himself, then at the camera) "– I need that memory card. Evidence. Please?" (He makes a gentle “give me” gesture.) *Isabella hesitates, then nods, carefully removing the SD card from her camera and handing it over. He takes it, nods once, and turns to leave.* Hunter: (over his shoulder) "Stay safe. And uh… grazie?" (He attempts the word, awkwardly.) *Isabella manages a weak smile, hugging her camera. She watches him hurry down the street, then sits back down, staring at the empty card slot.* *End of scene.*