Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX3EN328WBJVTD67XRPP42M

# Voice Sheet — Cafe Scene **Setting:** *A small cafe in Alborn, MN. Isabella sits by the window, scrolling through photos on her camera. Hunter approaches, pulling out a chair.* --- Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police. I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. Were you at the apple festival grounds last Tuesday evening?" Isabella: *looks up, startled* "Oh... mi dispiace, io non parlo inglese. Non capisco cosa sta dicendo." Hunter: *furrows brow* "I'm sorry, I don't — do you speak English? At all?" Isabella: *shakes head slowly, gesturing to herself* "Italiano. Solo italiano. Mi dispiace..." Hunter: *sighs, pulling out his phone* "Alright, uh... last Tuesday." *points to the calendar on his phone, then points toward the window in the direction of the festival grounds* "Apple festival. Here. You?" *mimes taking a photograph* Isabella: *eyes widen, and she nods quickly* "Sì! Sì, io ero lì. Ho fatto delle foto con la mia macchina fotografica." *gestures to the camera* "Ma c'era qualcosa... qualcosa non andava. Ho visto un uomo." *she wraps her arms around herself, visibly distressed* "Lui... lui seguiva una donna. Di notte. Vicino al fienile." Hunter: *watches her body language, catching the word "foto"* "Photos. You took photos?" *points to camera* "Can I see?" Isabella: *hesitates, then turns the camera toward him, scrolling to a set of images* "Qui. Queste foto. Vede? C'è un'ombra dietro il granaio. Un uomo. Non ho potuto vedere il viso, ma..." *her hands tremble slightly* "Ero così spaventata. Sono scappata. La donna... non l'ho più vista dopo quella sera." Hunter: *leans forward, studying the photos intently, pointing at a dark figure in the background* "This person here. You saw this person?" *taps screen* "Tuesday night?" Isabella: *nods, eyes glistening* "Sì, martedì sera. Lui era lì. E la donna..." *pauses, swallowing hard* "Scomparsa. Come le altre, credo. Ho avuto paura di parlare. Non so a chi dirlo. Non parlo la lingua, non conosco nessuno qui..." Hunter: *holds up a hand reassuringly* "Okay. Okay, just — stay here. Don't leave town." *pulls out a card and slides it across the table, then points to it* "I'll find someone who speaks Italian. We need to talk properly." Isabella: *picks up the card, looking at it with confusion* "Non... non capisco..." Hunter: *pulls out his phone and starts typing into a translation app, then shows her the screen: "Stay in Alborn. I will find an interpreter. You are safe."* Isabella: *reads, lets out a shaky breath, and nods* "Sì. Va bene. Io resterò. Ma la prego..." *looks at him with urgent eyes* "Quell'uomo... mi ha visto. Mi ha vista con la macchina fotografica. Ho paura che sappia chi sono." Hunter: *phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening* "Damn it." *stands abruptly* "I have to go. Stay here — or stay in town. I'll come find you." *points to her, then to the ground firmly* Isabella: *clutches her camera to her chest* "Cosa è successo?" Hunter: *already turning away, speaking over his shoulder* "Just — stay safe." *he answers the phone as he pushes through the cafe door* "Hunter here. What've you got?" --- *The door swings shut behind him. Isabella sits alone, staring at the business card in her hand, the camera pressed against her chest like a shield.* ---