Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2H9ZSRYVNQ2R341MGWZ2A5

**VOICE SHEET – SCENE 4: THE CAFE AT ALBORN** **Location:** The Rusty Mug Cafe, Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. The smell of burnt coffee and cinnamon hangs in the air. **INT. CAFE – DAY** *Isabella sits alone at a corner table. Her camera rests in her hands, the LCD screen glowing. She scrolls through images with trembling fingers. Her espresso sits untouched.* *Hunter enters, scanning the room. He spots her, pulls out the chair opposite, and sits without invitation. She looks up, startled, but says nothing.* --- **Hunter:** *(flat, professional)* You’re the Italian student, right? Isabella? *(Isabella blinks. She doesn’t understand.)* **Isabella:** *(in Italian, softly)* Mi scusi... non parlo inglese. *(She gestures to her ear, shakes her head, then points at the camera. Her eyes are wet.)* **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubs his jaw)* Right. Okay. Look... I’m Detective Hunter. Two nights ago, a man disappeared near the apple orchard. A witness said they saw someone with a camera near the treeline around that time. *(He taps her camera.)* **Hunter:** Did you see anything? *(Isabella looks at the camera, then back at him. Her voice cracks.)* **Isabella:** *(Italian, urgent)* Io... non so cosa sia successo. Ho scattato foto al tramonto, ma... poi ho visto un’ombra. Una figura, oltre gli alberi. È sparita. *(She wipes her eyes, then pulls up a blurry photo on the camera screen—a dark shape between two apple trees.)* **Isabella:** *(Italian, trembling)* Ecco. Questa è l’ultima cosa che ho visto prima che lui... che qualcuno urlasse. *(She pushes the camera toward him. Hunter squints at the screen, frustrated.)* **Hunter:** I don’t—... I don’t understand a word you’re saying, ma’am. *(He pulls out a notebook, flips to a blank page, and slides it to her with a pen.)* **Hunter:** Can you write it? English? Anything? The time? The place? *(Isabella stares at the pen, then shakes her head slowly, tears spilling over.)* **Isabella:** *(Italian, barely a whisper)* Non so scrivere in inglese. Non so niente. Ho solo paura. *(Hunter watches her. For a moment, the hard line of his mouth softens. He takes a slow breath.)* **Hunter:** Alright. Take your time. I’ll find a translator. *(He stands. As he does, his phone buzzes. He answers.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone)* Hunter. ... Yeah. ... Where? ... I’m on my way. *(He hangs up. He looks at Isabella one last time, then leaves the notebook and pen on the table.)* **Hunter:** Stay put. I’ll be back. *(He exits. Isabella looks down at the blank page, then at the camera in her trembling hands.)* **Isabella:** *(to herself, in Italian, hollow)* Tornerà? ... E poi cosa? *(She lifts the camera again, but doesn’t take a photo. She just holds it like a shield.)* --- **END SCENE**