Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4CC4DER6QKRY30Q1DCCB5

Voice Sheet: Cafe Encounter INT. ALBORN CAFE - DAY Isabella sits at a small table, staring at her camera with a troubled expression. Detective Hunter approaches, badge visible. Hunter: Excuse me, miss? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm asking around about the recent disappearances. You were near the trailhead yesterday, yes? (Isabella looks up, startled. She shakes her head, confusion in her eyes.) Isabella: (in Italian, shaky) Mi dispiace, non parlo inglese. Sto solo guardando le mie foto. È successo qualcosa di terribile... (She trails off, eyes welling with tears.) (Hunter frowns, clearly not understanding a word. He gestures vaguely.) Hunter: Right. You don't... English? No English? I'm asking about Thursday night. Did you see anyone unusual? A man in a dark coat, maybe? (Isabella gestures toward her camera, speaking rapidly in Italian.) Isabella: (in Italian) Ho visto un uomo. Vicino al bosco. Lui... è scomparso. Ho la foto, guardi! (She tries to show him the camera screen, hands trembling.) (Hunter squints at the camera, then back at her face. He holds up a hand.) Hunter: Slow down. I don't— You have a photo? Of something? (He mimes taking a picture and points at the camera.) Picture? Bad thing? (Isabella nods violently, then points out the window toward the woods. She speaks again, voice cracking.) Isabella: (in Italian) Sì, sì! Là. Nel bosco. Un uomo è caduto... o qualcosa... non so. Poi non c'era più. (Hunter sighs, rubbing his temple. He pulls out a small notepad and writes something, then shows her a crude sketch of a figure near trees.) Hunter: This? You saw this? The man? (Isabella looks at the sketch, then back at Hunter. She begins to gesture more, saying several Italian phrases about the wind, a sound, a flash. Hunter listens, lost, but tries to nod along.) (Just then, Hunter's phone rings. He checks the screen, frowns, and holds up a finger.) Hunter: One moment. (He answers.) Hunter here. Yeah? Which location? I'm on my way. (He hangs up, pockets the phone. He looks at Isabella, then scribbles his card and slides it across the table.) Hunter: I have to go. That's my number. If you remember anything— (He points at the card, then at her.) Call. Understand? (He points at his ear and then at the phone.) (Isabella looks at the card, then at Hunter. She nods slowly, clutching the card.) Isabella: (in Italian, soft) La terrò. Arrivederci, detective. (Hunter gives a curt nod, then turns and walks out of the cafe, leaving Isabella alone with her camera and the card.) END OF SCENE