Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SWGWKXE4226KE4AAXMXKY

# Voice Sheet: The Café in Alborn **SETTING:** *A quiet café on Main Street in Alborn, MN. Morning light filters through the windows. ISABELLA sits alone at a small table, cradling her camera, quietly scrolling through images on the back display. HUNTER approaches, badge clipped to his belt.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me — you, uh, you're the Italian girl, right? The photographer? I'm Detective Hunter. I'm asking everyone in town about the Foster field incident last Friday night. You live near there?" **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled, eyes wide with worry)* "Non — non capisco. Mi scusi… io… io non parlo inglese. Non so cosa stia dicendo…" **Hunter:** "…Right. Uh. English. I need to talk to you about Friday night. The Foster field?" **Isabella:** *(gripping her camera tighter, voice trembling)* "Dio mio… Lui sa? Come può saperlo? Ma — ma noi due… noi due non parliamo la stessa lingua!" **Hunter:** *(holding up a hand, patting the air)* "Hey, hey — slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying. Do you… understand *any* English?" **Isabella:** *(pressing a hand to her forehead, visibly shaken)* "C'era qualcuno… quel campo, quel campo era pieno di luce… e poi… e poi non c'era più nessuno. Signore, io… io ho visto qualcosa, ma io non — come faccio a spiegarlo? Io non conosco nemmeno le parole giuste…" **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, furrowing his brow)* "Okay. I… I know you're upset. But I really need to know what you saw. You were near the Foster field?" **Isabella:** *(shaking her head rapidly, clutching the camera to her chest)* "No, no, no — non capisci! Io — *(she exhales shakily)* — io sono così spaventata. Non so cosa fare. Non ho mai visto una cosa del genere in vita mia. Vorrei solo tornare a casa… vorrei solo parlare con mia madre…" **Hunter:** *(sighing, rubbing the back of his neck)* "Look, lady, I don't speak whatever language that is, and you clearly don't speak English. This isn't gonna work. Do you have a phone? A translator? Anyone you're traveling with who speaks English?" **Isabella:** *(looking up at him with wet, desperate eyes, then slowly tapping her camera display and showing him a photo — a wide shot of the field, eerily lit, with a dark shape at the tree line)* "…Guarda. Guarda. Non serve parlare. Guarda." **Hunter:** *(stares at the photo, jaw tightening)* "…Where did you take this?" **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, pointing at the camera, then pointing out the window toward the edge of town)* "Lì. Lì. Vicino a lì. Ero lì. E stava guardandomi. *(voice drops to a whisper)* Non so cosa fosse… ma era viva." **Hunter:** *(standing slowly, holding up a finger)* "Stay right here. Don't leave this café. Do you understand? Stay." **Isabella:** *(nods solemnly, pulling her camera close like a shield, murmuring to herself)* "…Va bene. Non me ne vado. Non me ne vado." *(HUNTER turns to step outside — his phone rings. He answers.)* **Hunter:** "Hunter here. …Yeah. …What do you mean *another* one? …Where? …Hold on, I'm coming." *(He pockets the phone and turns back toward ISABELLA.)* **Hunter:** "Listen, I have to go. But that photo — I'm going to need that. Can I have it? Can you send it to me somehow?" **Isabella:** *(blinking, understanding none of it, holding up her camera protectively, then reluctantly pulling the memory card halfway out and offering it with a trembling hand, voice quiet and thin)* "…Prendila. Per favore. Fai qualcosa. Io ho paura, signore. Non so da chi altro chiedere aiuto." **Hunter:** *(takes the card, gives her a firm but uncharacteristically gentle nod)* "Thank you. We'll figure this out. Stay put." **Isabella:** *(watching him leave through the café window, whispering)* "…Come farò a capire cosa sta succedendo in questo posto? Non conosco nessuno… non parlo nulla di quello che dicono… *(she lowers her head over her camera)* …madre, ti prego, fammi tornare a casa.) ---