Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEEWS1RJN24E6A8SCKM0GJ

**VOICE SHEET** **SCENE: A quaint café in Alborn, MN. MORNING**. *Maria sits at a corner table, scrolling through photos on her DSLR camera. Her fingers move fluently across the screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looks up as Hunter approaches. He's in plainclothes but carries himself with an air of authority. He spots her camera and makes a beeline for her table. Maria looks up, meeting his gaze.* **HUNTER:** (He stands at the edge of her table, clearing his throat) Excuse me. Maria? Is that right? *Maria blinks, not understanding the words. She tilts her head slightly, a small furrow appearing between her brows. She responds in Spanish, gesturing to her camera.* **MARIA:** *(Shaking her head slightly, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of alarm)* Perdone, no entiendo. ¿En qué puedo ayudarle? **HUNTER:** (He looks slightly flustered, running a hand through his hair) Right. Of course. I forgot. You don't speak... I'm looking for Maria. I'm Detective كتاب from the local police. We've got a situation, and your name came up as someone who might have seen something. *Maria's eyes widen slightly. She sets down her camera and fidgets with her fingers, her body language becoming visibly more tense. She responds urgently in Spanish, her hands gestures becoming more expressive.* **MARIA:** *(Her voice is faster now, tinged with anxiety)* Lo siento, pero yo no hablo inglés. No sé qué está pasando. ¿Qué necesita? **HUNTER:** (He takes a chair opposite her, leaning forward with his elbows on the table) Okay, listen. We're dealing with some missing persons cases, and the GPS on a reported car last night pings the area near where I understand you were taking a photo... yesterday night. The place is just outside town, near the old commons. Ring any bells? *Maria's eyes dart around the table, processing his words as best she can. She catches the word "commons" and "foto" in his question, and her breathing becomes shallow. She answers in a afraid, rapid Spanish.* **MARIA:** *(She places her hand over heart, speaking quickly)* ¡Dios mío! ¡Sí, estuve allí! Pero... pero yo no he visto nada malo. Tomaba fotos del cielo, las estrellas. ¡Nada más! Hace mucho frío. **HUNTER:** *(He leans back, exasperated with the communication barrier but trying to remain patient)* Okay, calm down. Slow down. You were there, by the commons, taking pictures in the cold. You didn't see anything... "bad". Nothing "malo". Got it. But I need to know if you saw... (He stops, rubbing his temples) Look, if you understood Anything, please just nod, okay? *Maria's eyes are wide, tears welling in the corners. She nods rapidly, understanding his frustration. She takes a shaky breath and tries to explain herself.* **MARIA:** *(Her voice is softer now, more tremulous)* Sí. Sí, entiendo. Fotos del cielo, las estrellas. Nada de personas. No vi coches, nadie... solo el cielo, oscuro y hermoso. **HUNTER:** *(He pulls out his notepad, writing something down)* The sky, got it. No people, no cars. Just... dark and... "hermoso" is beautiful, right? Good. That's good, Maria. That's helpful. *He's reaching the end of his rope, unable to get the clear information he needs. Maria looks down at her camera, and then back at him. She rummages in her bag and pulls out her phone, swiping a few times. A confused expression crosses her face, and she shakes her phone at Hunter.* **MARIA:** *(She taps her screen showing her a calendar)* ¿Hoy? Hoy no... hoy es... (She struggles to find the word) Viernes. No, sabe. Pintoresco es... (Her face lights up) ¡Ah! No, no. Mañana. Mañana es viernes. **HUNTER:** *(He's gesturing with his hands now, trying to be understood)* Listen, I have to know what time you were there, Maria. This is about... erm... algo importante! Time. ¿Cuándo? *Maria throws her hands up in the air in frustration. She looks down at her watch and tries to show him "3 AM". **MARIA:** *(Pointing to her watch, then at him)* Tres... tres reloj. ¡No en el festival! En... ¿Cómo se dice... el campo? **HUNTER:** *The pattern continues for a while, Hunter asking his questions, Maria replying with Spanish that he doesn't understand, her fear slowly building into a palpable tension. Then Hunter's phone rings. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and sighs heavily. He stands up.* **HUNTER:** 'Alright, look. I have to take this. I'm going to have someone come by who speaks Spanish, real soon. Please... just stay here. *Maria looks up at him with wide, relieved eyes. She nods. **MARIA:** *(She points to her camera and back to him)* ¡Sí! Aquí. Yo... minoraria. Hablas con... hablas con el... policía después. (She taps her chest) Maria. Aquí. Con mi cámara. **HUNTER:** *(He pockets his phone, giving her a final, intense look)* Maria. Camera. Here. Got it. Just... don't leave, okay? I'll be back. *He turns and walks quickly toward the door of the café, Maria watching until he disappears.*