Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCRG9AE9CH3E85VXNA9HQWM

**VOICE SHEET — "The Girl With the Camera"** *Scene 4: The Sweet Crumb Café, Main Street, Alborn, MN — Tuesday, 8:40 a.m.* --- Hunter: "Morning. Mind if I sit? Won't take long." Isabella: "Oh — *sì, sì*, prego, si accomodi." Hunter: "Hunter Reyes. County investigator. You're the exchange student staying at the Kowalskis' place, right? The one with the camera." Isabella: "*Fotografa*, sì. Isabella. Isabella Ferrante." Hunter: "Isabella. Good. So — Saturday night. The orchard road, out past the festival grounds. You were out there taking pictures." Isabella: "Non... non capisco. Parla più lentamente, per favore?" Hunter: "Saturday. *Saturday.* Two nights ago. Orchard road." Isabella: "Ah — sabato. Sì, ero là. Ero là e ho visto una cosa che non riesco a spiegare." Hunter: "...Okay. I got 'Saturday.' The rest of that I did not get." Isabella: "C'era una macchina, ferma, con i fari spenti, e un uomo che portava qualcosa avvolto in una coperta — pesante, molto pesante, lo trascinava —" Hunter: "Ma'am — hey. Slow down. I don't speak Italian. Not a word of it." Isabella: "Ho fatto delle fotografie. Ho fatto tre, quattro fotografie, e poi lui mi ha guardata. *Mi ha guardata negli occhi*, capisce?" Hunter: "Pictures. That I understood. *Fotografia.* You've got pictures?" Isabella: "Sì! Sì, le fotografie, ecco, guardi —" Hunter: "That's — hold on, let me — that's the orchard gate. And that's a vehicle. No plate visible. Can you zoom in on—" Isabella: "Aspetti, aspetti. Guardi questa. Guardi lì, dietro l'albero." Hunter: "...Yeah. Yeah, I see it. That's a person." Isabella: "Ho paura. Non ho dormito. Ogni volta che sento una macchina fuori, io—" Hunter: "You're shaking." Isabella: "*Ho paura*, signore. Ho molta paura. Lei capisce almeno questo?" Hunter: "I don't know what you're saying. But I know what scared sounds like. I've heard it in about nine languages." Isabella: "Non posso dirlo a nessuno. Nessuno mi capisce. Ho provato con la signora Kowalski, ho provato al negozio, e tutti sorridono e mi offrono la torta di mele—" Hunter: "Apple pie. Okay, that one I caught." Isabella: "*Non voglio la torta di mele!* Voglio che qualcuno mi ascolti!" Hunter: "All right. All right. Look at me. I'm going to make a call, and I'm going to find somebody who speaks Italian, and then you and I are going to go through every single photo on that camera. Nod if any of that landed." Isabella: "...Interprete?" Hunter: "*Interprete.* Yes. Interpreter. See, we're getting somewhere." Isabella: "Grazie. Grazie davvero." Hunter: "Don't thank me yet. And don't go back out to that road. Not alone. Not — *no orchard.* Understand? No orchard." Isabella: "No... orchard." Hunter: "Good enough." *[Phone buzzes.]* Hunter: "Reyes. — Where? — No, say that again, how many? — Yeah. Yeah, I'm ten minutes out. Don't let anybody touch the shed." Isabella: "Cos'è? Cos'è successo? È accaduto qualcosa, vero? Lo vedo dalla sua faccia." Hunter: "I have to go." Isabella: "Aspetti — *aspetti!*" Hunter: "Keep that camera on you. Battery charged. Stay where there's people — the café, the church, wherever. I'll find you tonight." Isabella: "Stasera? Torna stasera?" Hunter: "Tonight. *Sì.* Tonight." Isabella: "...Stia attento, detective. Chiunque sia quell'uomo, sa che l'ho visto." Hunter: "I sure wish I knew what you just said." Isabella: "Lo so. Anch'io." --- *[Hunter exits. Isabella remains seated, both hands wrapped around a cooling cup of coffee, camera held against her chest. Hold three beats. Cut.]*