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# Voice Sheet — Scene: "What the Camera Saw" *The café on Main Street, Alborn, MN — mid-afternoon* --- **Hunter:** "Selvi Prakash? You're with the college group — the study-abroad program? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. Don't get up, this'll take a minute. I'm asking around about Thursday night. Ellie Sorensen, twenty-four — she was stringing lights at her family's orchard for the festival and never made it home. Third disappearance this year, and this one's on my watch. I've got a witness puts a young woman with a camera out on Orchard Road at sundown. That'd be you." **Selvi:** *(troubled, voice trembling)* "Maaf kijiye, sahab... mujhe angrezi nahi aati. Aap... aap police hain? Kya hua hai? Us ladki ke saath kuch hua hai na? Main... main us raat bahut dar gayi thi. Aaj tak apni tasveerein nahi dekh paa rahi hoon." *(Forgive me, sir... I don't know English. You... you're police? What's happened? Something has happened to that girl, hasn't it? I... I was so frightened that night. To this day I can't bring myself to look at my own photographs.)* **Hunter:** "Right. Okay. Not one word of English. 'Course not." *(sighs, flips his notepad to a photograph)* "Fine — forget words. Look at the picture. Ellie. Ellie Sorensen. Thursday. Orchard." *(points at her, then the photo)* "You. Her. Thursday. See?" **Selvi:** "Main aapki ek bhi baat nahi samajh paa rahi hoon... par yeh tasveer..." *(hand to her mouth)* "Haan. Haan, sahab — maine isse dekha! Guruvar ki shaam, main sunset ki photography kar rahi thi, usi seb ke baag ke paas. Woh akeli thi, sahab. Akeli, aur andhera ghir raha tha." *(I can't understand a single thing you're saying... but this photograph... Yes. Yes, sir — I saw her! Thursday evening, I was out taking sunset photographs, right beside that very orchard. She was alone, sir. Alone, with the dark closing in.)* **Hunter:** "'Guruvar.' You keep saying that — Thursday, right? Good. Thursday, the orchard. Now we're getting somewhere." *(points at the camera in her hands)* "Camera. Thursday night. Photos. Pictures. Can you show me? Camera. Photos." **Selvi:** "Camera? Mera camera?" *(hesitates, then turns the little screen toward him)* "Theek hai... dekhiye, sahab. Yeh aakhri tasveer hai jo maine li thi. Kyunki isi waqt... isi waqt maine use dekha." *(My camera? ... All right... look, sir. This is the last photograph I took. Because this is when... this is when I saw it.)* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting)* "That's her on the path — that's Ellie. But behind her, in the tree line — wait. Zoom in. Can you zoom? Right there." **Selvi:** "Haan, haan, yahin... dekhiye. Ellie ke theek peeche, pedon ke beech. Yeh aadmi — ya... mujhe nahi pata yeh kya tha. Chehre par kuch tha, haath mein kuch chamakta hua. Maine socha shikaari hoga... lekin woh hila tak nahi, sahab. Bilkul nahi. Jaise pathar ki murti ho." *(Yes, yes, right here... look. Directly behind Ellie, between the trees. This man — or... I don't know what it was. Something over his face, and something glinting in his hand. I thought he was a hunter... but he didn't so much as move, sir. Not at all. Like a statue carved from stone.)* **Hunter:** "Is that a person? That glare in his hand — knife? Blade? Flashlight? Ma'am — Selvi — slow down. I'm getting every word and none of it. Damn it." **Selvi:** "Aap kuch poochh rahe hain, lekin main samajh nahi paa rahi... dekhiye — haath! Yahan! Chamak — chamak! Us haath mein kuch tha, sahab — chhuri, ya... main nahi jaanti. Aur woh bas khada raha. Phir Ellie mod ke paar gayi... aur jab maine phir dekha, toh woh aadmi bhi gayab tha. Jaise zameen ne nigal liya ho." *(You're asking me something, but I can't understand... look — the hand! Here! The glint — the glint! There was something in that hand, sir — a knife, or... I don't know. And he just stood there. Then Ellie went around the bend... and when I looked again, that man was gone too. As if the ground had swallowed him.)* **Hunter:** "'Chamak.' Third time you've said it, and every time your finger lands right there on his hand. Glint. Shine. That's what you saw." *(beat)* "Son of a —" **Selvi:** "Aapko yeh tasveerein chahiye? Lijiye, sahab. Lijiye. Bas us ladki ko dhoondh lijiye. Itni chhoti umar thi, itni akeli... mera dil chilla raha hai ki kuch bahut galat hua hai. 'Please' — yeh shabd aapki bhasha mein bhi hoga na? Please." *(You want the photographs? Take them, sir. Take them. Just find that girl. So young, and so alone... my heart is screaming that something has gone very wrong. 'Please' — that word must exist in your language too, yes? Please.)* **Hunter:** *(a beat — he didn't understand a word, and understood all of it)* "Yeah. 'Please.' I got that one." *(his phone buzzes; he answers)* "Hunter. ... When? ... Is it her? ... Then nobody touches a thing. Tape off the east tree line — the fence down to the creek — and nobody crosses it. I'm twenty minutes out." **Selvi:** "Kya hua, sahab? Aapki awaaz badal gayi..." *(What is it, sir? Your voice has changed...)* **Hunter:** *(standing, jacket over his shoulder)* "Selvi. Eyes on me. You stay in Alborn — no trips, no photographing out past the county road, and you do not go near that orchard. Stay where there are people. I'll get someone from the college — somebody in this state speaks Hindi if I have to drive to Duluth and pull a professor out of a faculty dinner myself. And that camera —" *(points)* "— stays on you. Nobody touches it. Nobody but me. Understand?" **Selvi:** *(nodding, hands wrapped tight around the camera)* "Haan... haan, jaisa aap kahein. Main yahin rahoongi, jahan log hain. Bas jaldi aaiyega, sahab. Us ladki ke liye." *(Yes... yes, as you say. I'll stay right here, where there are people. Just come back quickly, sir. For that girl's sake.)* **Hunter:** "I wish to God I knew what you just said." *(beat, softer)* "I'll be back." **Selvi:** *(quietly, to his back as he goes)* "Bhagwan us ladki ki — aur aapki — raksha kare." *(God protect that girl... and you.)* --- *Note: Selvi's lines are romanized for delivery, with translations for the narrator's reference. Happy to provide them in Devanagari script, or to write the follow-up station scene with the Hindi-speaking professor if you'd like.*