Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GQCZ0WTS2NZQM420Y9MWXH

**VOICE SHEET — "FOG OVER THE ORCHARD"** *Setting: A small cafe in Alborn, MN — two days after the Apple Festival. Selvi sits alone by the window, scrolling through photos on her camera. Detective Hunter crosses the room to her table.* --- Hunter *(flat, holding up a badge)*: "Ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn Police. Got a minute?" Selvi *(startled, nearly dropping the camera)*: "अरे! आपने तो डरा ही दिया... जी? आप... आप कौन हैं?" *(Are! Aapne to dara hi diya... Ji? Aap... aap kaun hain?)* Hunter *(slowly, loudly — as if volume helps)*: "Do. You. Speak. English?" Selvi *(apologetic, shaking her head)*: "अंग्रेज़ी? नहीं... मुझे अंग्रेज़ी नहीं आती। माफ़ कीजिए, जी।" *(Angrezi? Nahin... mujhe angrezi nahin aati. Maaf kijiye, ji.)* Hunter *(pulls out a chair, sits, holds up his phone — a photo of an older man)*: "Harold Benson. Sixty-one years old. Missing since Saturday night — last seen by the cider barn. You were out at the north orchard that evening. With that camera. Half this town saw you." Selvi *(staring at the photo, going pale)*: "यह... यह कौन है? रुकिए — रुकिए। क्या... क्या यह आदमी गुम हो गया है?" *(Yeh... yeh kaun hai? Rukiye — rukiye. Kya... kya yeh aadmi gum ho gaya hai?)* Hunter: "That's the general idea, yeah. You know something? Nod if you know something." Selvi *(shaken, hand pressed to her chest)*: "भगवान... शनिवार की शाम मैं बाग़ में थी। धुंध बहुत थी, मैं तस्वीरें ले रही थी। तभी... मुझे लगा कि पेड़ों के पास कोई खड़ा है।" *(Bhagwan... Shanivaar ki shaam main baagh mein thi. Dhundh bahut thi, main tasveeren le rahi thi. Tabhi... mujhe laga ki pedon ke paas koi khada hai.)* Selvi *(quicker now, tumbling over her words)*: "मैंने सोचा, कोई माली होगा... पर मैंने कैमरा उठाया, और वो... गायब। बस, गायब। जैसे वहाँ कोई था ही नहीं।" *(Maine socha, koi maali hoga... par maine camera uthaya, aur vo... gayab. Bas, gayab. Jaise vahaan koi tha hi nahin.)* Hunter *(watching her, arms crossed)*: "I understood exactly none of that, ma'am. But your face is doing plenty of talking." Selvi *(voice trembling)*: "आप सच में कुछ नहीं समझ रहे... है ना? भगवान... मैं जो कह रही हूँ, वो सुनने वाला यहाँ कोई नहीं है।" *(Aap sach mein kuch nahin samajh rahe... hai na? Bhagwan... main jo keh rahi hoon, vo sunne waala yahaan koi nahin hai.)* Selvi *(turning the camera screen toward him)*: "देखिए... यह रहीं तस्वीरें। यह वाली — यहाँ, पेड़ के पास। कुछ है... कुछ खड़ा है।" *(Dekhiye... yeh rahin tasveeren. Yeh waali — yahaan, ped ke paas. Kuch hai... kuch khada hai.)* Hunter *(leaning in, squinting)*: "Well, finally. A language I speak. Fog... fog... apples... more fog—" *(taps the screen)* "There. By the trunk. What am I looking at?" Selvi *(nodding urgently)*: "हाँ, वही! मैंने ज़ूम किया था — यह देखिए। कोई कंबल ओढ़े खड़ा है... पर आकृति... अजीब है। बहुत अजीब।" *(Haan, wahee! Maine zoom kiya tha — yeh dekhiye. Koi kambal odhe khada hai... par aakriti... ajeeb hai. Bahut ajeeb.)* Hunter *(straightening)*: "Too tall for Harold. Wrong shape altogether." *(beat)* "I need this picture. Print, email, smoke signal — don't care. Phone? You got a phone?" Selvi *(lost, weakly mimicking his typing gesture)*: "क्या? ई-मेल? मैं आपको कैसे भेजूँ? मुझे आपका नंबर ही नहीं पता... रुकिए, मैं किसी से पूछकर—" *(Kya? E-mail? Main aapko kaise bhejoon? Mujhe aapka number hi nahin pata... rukiye, main kisi se poochkar—)* Hunter *(his phone buzzes; he answers, curt)*: "Hunter." *(pause)* "When?" *(pause; eyes flick to the camera screen)* "Nobody goes near it. Tape it off. I'm on my way." Hunter *(standing, brisk, to Selvi)*: "Change of plans. Don't delete a single frame. Don't leave town. Find somebody who speaks your language, call that number, ask for Hunter." *(sets a card on the table, taps it twice)* Selvi *(calling after him)*: "अरे, सुनिए! जाइए मत... नंबर? इस कार्ड पर? पर मैं फ़ोन पर क्या कहूँगी — 'नमस्ते, मुझे अंग्रेज़ी नहीं आती'?" *(Are, suniye! Jaaiye mat... number? Is card par? Par main phone par kya kahungi — 'Namaste, mujhe angrezi nahin aati'?)* Selvi *(softer, to herself, turning the card over)*: "यहाँ कुछ लिखा है... पर मैं पढ़ नहीं सकती।" *(Yahaan kuch likha hai... par main padh nahin sakti.)* Hunter *(at the door, back into the phone)*: "I'm out the door now. ...Say that again. Who found it?" Selvi *(alone, staring at the blurred figure on her camera screen, barely a whisper)*: "पेड़ों के पास वाली आकृति... तुम कौन थे? और... अब कहाँ हो?" *(Pedon ke paas waali aakriti... tum kaun the? Aur... ab kahaan ho?)* --- **English reference — Selvi's lines, in order:** 1. "Oh! You startled me... Yes? You — who are you?" 2. "English? No... I don't know English. I'm sorry." 3. "Who... who is this? Wait — wait. Has this man... gone missing?" 4. "God... Saturday evening I was in the orchard. The fog was thick — I was taking pictures. And then... I thought someone was standing near the trees." 5. "I thought it must be a gardener... but when I raised my camera, he... vanished. Just, gone. As if no one had been there at all." 6. "You really don't understand anything... do you? God... no one here can hear what I'm saying." 7. "Look... here are the photos. This one — here, by the tree. There's something... something standing there." 8. "Yes, that! I zoomed in — look at this. Someone is standing there wrapped in a blanket... but the shape... it's strange. Very strange." 9. "What? Email? How would I send it to you? I don't even know your number... wait, let me go ask someone—" 10. "Hey, listen! Don't go... A number? On this card? But what would I say on the phone — 'Hello, I don't know English'?" 11. "Something is written here... but I can't read it." 12. "The shape by the trees... who were you? And... where are you now?"