Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GWPXTY6ZC3CXBFWT134WHX

**SCENE: CAFE ON MAIN STREET, ALBORN, MN — MID-MORNING** Hunter: "Mind if I sit? You're the photography student, right — the one who's always out shooting the lake at dawn? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I need two minutes. Tuesday night. Ellen Voss went missing out by Miller's orchard — third one this month — and you were seen heading that way with that camera around your neck." Maria: "¿Cómo? Lo siento, no... no entiendo nada. ¿Español? ¿Habla usted español? ...No, claro que no. Perdón." Hunter: "Okay. We're doing the simple version, then. Tuesday. Orchard. Camera. You. Yes or no. Nod or shake your head. That's all I need." Maria: "Ay, dios mío... usted es policía, ¿verdad? Lo he visto en la placa. Vaya... vaya, por fin. Llevo toda la mañana sin saber a quién contárselo. Estaba en el huerto el martes, a la hora de la niebla. Solo quería una foto del lago, se lo juro. Pero entonces oí una camioneta en el camino de gravilla... sin luces. Y voces. Un hombre gritó algo. Una sola vez. Y después... nada. Silencio." Hunter: "...Yeah. That's a whole lot of nothing I can use. Ma'am, I've got three missing townsfolk, the apple festival in two weeks, and my only witness is having a conversation I can't open. Nod if you saw a vehicle. ...Nod if you saw a person. ...Wonderful." Maria: "No, escuche, escuche: no es solo lo que oí. Es lo que encontré después. Anoche, al ampliar la foto en el portátil... Mire. MIRE la foto. [turns the camera toward him] Por favor." Hunter: "Whoa, hey— easy with the— [looks] ...Huh. That's Miller Road. That's the orchard under fog, looking north toward the lake. And that, right there— that is a pickup parked at the treeline with its lights off." Maria: "¡Eso! ¡Ha señalado exactamente lo que yo vi! ¿Lo ve? El hombre con la gorra, ahí, junto a la trasera. Llevaba algo en los brazos. Algo grande. Anoche pensé que era un ciervo. Esta mañana... ya no lo creo." Hunter: "One man or two? Show me a finger. ...One. And the time stamp on this thing says Tuesday, 8:41 p.m. Fog rolled in around eight. That lines up with Voss to the minute. Which way did the truck go when it left? Point. ...North. Toward the lake. Perfect. Nobody searches a lake in fog." Maria: "Señor, por favor, dígales que yo solo hago fotos. Paisajes. Nada más. Y si ese hombre... si ese hombre vio la cámara en mis manos..." Hunter: "Hold that thought. [answers phone] Hunter. ...Yeah. ...Who? The Sorensen girl? She was stringing lights for the festival this morning. ...Since when? ...And nobody saw a thing. Shocker. Keep everyone out of the north field until I get there. Out." Maria: "¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué pone esa cara? ¡Dígame! ¿Qué ha pasado ahora?" Hunter: "Ma'am, I'm going to say this once, and God knows you won't understand a word of it. You're the only person in this town who's seen anything worth seeing, so you're going to sit right here, keep that camera where you can see it, and talk to nobody until I get back. I'm bringing someone who speaks the lingo. And don't leave Alborn. That much, I'll make sure you understand. Don't. Leave. Town." Maria: "¡Hunter! ¡Espere, Hunter! Se lo juro, no lo vi hasta anoche, pero es que... en la foto, el hombre no está mirando a la camioneta. El hombre de la gorra está mirando a la cámara. Me está mirando a mí."