Run: 2026-09-24-01M39X2W71C4EP4WGSFKBZN4Z4

*Interior — Lakeside Diner café, Alborn, MN. Morning. SELVI sits alone at a window table, scrolling through photos on her camera. HUNTER enters, scans the room, and approaches her table.* Hunter: "Ma'am? Excuse me — ma'am. Detective Hunter, Alborn Police." *(shows badge)* "Got a minute? I'm talking to everyone who was near Miller's Lake the night of the apple festival. A man went missing. Name's Delaney. You were up there at sunset taking pictures — half this town remembers that camera of yours." Selvi: *(startled, gripping her camera)* "क्षमा कीजिए? मुझे... मुझे अंग्रेज़ी नहीं आती। आप कौन हैं? आप क्या कह रहे हैं?" ["I'm sorry? I... I don't know English. Who are you? What are you saying?"] Hunter: "Great. No English. Okay, fantastic." *(sighs, holds up a printed photo of the missing man)* "Then we do this the hard way. This man. Delaney. Have you seen him? Seen — him?" *(points at the photo, then sweeps his hand around the room)* Selvi: *(her face drains; she stares at the photo, then back at Hunter, voice trembling)* "ये... ये तो वही आदमी है! झील के किनारे! शनिवार की शाम! मैंने उसे देखा था!" ["This... this is that same man! At the edge of the lake! Saturday evening! I saw him!"] Hunter: "Whoa — hey. Easy. Easy now." *(lowers his voice, pulls out the chair across from her, sits)* "You know him? What are you saying? Slow down. Give me one word I can actually use." Selvi: "आप समझ नहीं रहे! सुनिए — मैं उस शाम तस्वीरें खींच रही थी। सूरज डूब रहा था, रोशनी बहुत खूबसूरत थी... और वह आदमी किनारे पर खड़ा था। बिल्कुल अकेला।" ["You don't understand! Listen — I was taking photographs that evening. The sun was setting, the light was so beautiful... and that man was standing at the shore. Completely alone."] Hunter: "Lake. You said something about the lake, I think. And... Saturday?" *(drags a hand down his face)* "Four years of high school Spanish, and not one word of it is helping me right now. Okay. New plan." *(points at her camera)* "Camera. You take pictures. Yes?" Selvi: "हाँ! हाँ, तस्वीरें! देखिए — यह देखिए!" *(fumbling with shaking hands, she turns the camera around, nearly dropping it)* ["Yes! Yes, photographs! Look — look at this!"] Hunter: *(steadying her wrist)* "Careful. Careful. Just — turn the screen this way. Slow." *(leans in; a long pause; his jaw tightens)* "...That's the east shore. And that's Delaney's truck right there in the frame — plate and all. When was this?" Selvi: "शनिवार। आठ बजे के आसपास। फिर एक काली गाड़ी आई। बहुत धीरे-धीरे आई, और उसने अपनी बत्तियाँ बुझा लीं।" ["Saturday. Around eight o'clock. Then a black car came. It came very slowly, and it switched off its headlights."] Hunter: "A car. A black car." *(pulls out his notepad, writes, stops)* "I'm guessing here. I need you to — point. Point at what you're talking about." Selvi: *(points at the camera, mimes driving, then holds up two fingers)* "दो आदमी गाड़ी से निकले! उन्होंने उस आदमी को पकड़ लिया! वह चिल्ला रहा था, लेकिन... लेकिन उसकी आवाज़ दबी हुई थी। मुँह में कुछ था। मैं झाड़ियों के पीछे छिपी थी — मैं डर गई थी!" ["Two men got out of the car! They grabbed that man! He was shouting, but... but his voice was muffled. Something was in his mouth. I was hiding behind the bushes — I was frightened!"] Hunter: "Two. Two fingers — two men. A black car. Delaney's truck on the east shore at eight o'clock, and not one soul in this town mentioned a black car." *(his phone buzzes; he answers without taking his eyes off her)* "Hunter." *(pause)* "Where?" *(pause; he stands abruptly)* "Nobody touches that vehicle. Tape it off. I'm five minutes out." Selvi: "नहीं — रुकिए! आप समझ नहीं रहे — कैमरे में और भी तस्वीरें हैं! गाड़ी का नंबर भी है! सुनिए—" ["No — wait! You don't understand — there are more photographs on the camera! Even the car's license plate! Listen—"] Hunter: "I know. I know you're trying to tell me something, and I'm gonna kick myself the whole drive over for leaving without it." *(backs toward the door, phone still at his ear)* "Ma'am — Selvi, right? Your program coordinator gave me a list of the visiting students. So listen to me: stay right here. Don't delete a single photo. Don't show them to anybody. Lock your door tonight. I'll get an interpreter out here — I promise." *(into the phone, pushing out the door)* "Yeah — yeah, I'm coming. Hold on." *The door chimes shut behind him. Selvi sits alone, clutching the camera to her chest.* Selvi: *(quietly, to herself)* "उसे कैसे बताऊँ? मैं यहाँ बिल्कुल अकेली हूँ... और ये तस्वीरें... इन्हें मैं किसे दिखाऊँ?" ["How do I tell him? I'm all alone here... and these photographs... who do I show them to?"]