Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0TK75Q84Q9QF0V6A089FWW

**Setting:** The patio of the Red Apple Cafe in downtown Alborn, Minnesota. [Sound of light cafe chatter, teacups clinking, and the distant hum of a tractor.] **Maria:** *(Mumbling to herself, nervously clicking her camera buttons)* No, no, no... ¿Por qué está tan borrosa? Dios mío, ¿qué era eso? ¡Por favor, enciende bien! **Hunter:** *(Heavy footsteps approaching, stopping by her table)* Excuse me. Morning, ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn Sheriff’s Department. **Maria:** *(Startled, clutching her camera to her chest)* ¡Ah! ...¿Sí? Hola. Buenas tardes. **Hunter:** Sorry to startle you. I’m investigating the disappearance of the Miller girl. She went missing near the apple orchards yesterday afternoon. I noticed you’ve got a pretty serious camera there. Were you out taking pictures near the north ridge yesterday? **Maria:** *(Staring blankly, shaking her head)* Lo siento... lo siento mucho, pero no hablo inglés. No entiendo. ¿Pasa algo malo? Su uniforme... ¿es usted de la policía? **Hunter:** *(Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck)* Great. Spanish. Look, I don't know any Spanish, ma'am. Let’s try this—did you see... *¿viste?*... did you see a girl? Young. Red jacket? **Maria:** *(Frustrated, trembling, gesturing frantically to her camera screen)* Ayer... ayer estaba en el bosque. En el huerto de manzanas, sí. Estaba tomando fotos de los árboles para mi clase de paisaje... ¡pero vi algo horrible! Intento ver la foto, pero la pantalla se dañó. Había un hombre... un hombre alto con algo en la mano. Me asusté tanto que corrí. ¡Tengo mucho miedo! **Hunter:** *(Squinting, thoroughly confused by her rapid-fire Spanish and troubled expression)* Whoa, whoa. Slow down, Miss. I can’t understand a word of that. Are you... are you crying? What’s on the camera? **Maria:** *(Tears welling up, pointing pointing toward the woods at the edge of town, then tapping the camera screen)* ¡Mire! El hombre de negro... estaba acechando entre los árboles. No sé quién era, pero corría detrás de alguien. ¡Por favor, créame! ¡Tiene que mirar la cámara, pero no enciende! ¡Ayuda! **Hunter:** *(Leaning in, trying to look at the blank camera screen)* Look, I get you're shaken up, but I need a 'yes' or 'no'. Did you see a girl? *¿Chica?* *¿Roja?* **Maria:** *(Shaking her head helplessly)* No, no entiendo lo de la chica roja... ¡Había un hombre! ¡Un hombre peligroso en el huerto! ¿No me entiende? ¡Estamos en peligro! [Hunter's cell phone suddenly blares with a loud, harsh ringtone. Hunter quickly pulls it from his belt.] **Hunter:** Hold that thought. *(Answering the phone, voice tight)* Hunter here... What? Where? The abandoned barn near Route 4? I'm on my way. Keep the perimeter secure. **Hunter:** *(Slipping his phone back into his pocket, looking urgently at Maria)* Look, Miss, duty calls. I’ve got to run. Just... stay here in town, okay? *Quedarse aquí.* I’ll head back to the precinct, find someone who speaks Spanish, and we’ll come find you. Don't go back out to the orchards. **Maria:** *(Reaching out her hand as he turns to leave, desperate)* ¡Espere! ¡Por favor, no me deje sola! ¡El hombre sigue ahí fuera! ¡No se vaya! **Hunter:** *(Calling back over his shoulder as he jogs away)* Just stay put! I’ll be back!