Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2BBSD8WYTHCDM10F2E27W

**Voice Sheet: The Café Scene** *(Spanish lines are followed by a bracketed translation for the reader. Hunter cannot understand them.)* Maria: "No puede ser… no puede ser." [*It can't be… it can't be.*] Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Are you Maria Delgado? The girl from the exchange program?" Maria: "¿Perdón? Ay, no… no entiendo." [*Excuse me? Oh, no… I don't understand.*] Hunter: "Detective Hunter, Alborn PD." *(He taps the badge on his belt.)* "I'm asking about what happened out at the Pruitt orchard last night." Maria: "¿Pruitt? ¿Policía? Yo no hice nada. Solo estaba sacando fotos." [*Pruitt? Police? I didn't do anything. I was only taking photos.*] Hunter: "Slow down. I don't... " *(He rubs his jaw.)* "Do you speak any English at all?" Maria: "Lo siento, no hablo inglés. Español. Yo hablo español." [*I'm sorry, I don't speak English. Spanish. I speak Spanish.*] Hunter: "Right. Español. Great. That makes one of us who doesn't." *(He points at her camera.)* "That. You were out there? Taking pictures?" Maria: "¿Mi cámara? Sí… sí, estaba en el huerto al amanecer. Y vi algo. Vi a un hombre, y una camioneta oscura." [*My camera? Yes… yes, I was in the orchard at dawn. And I saw something. I saw a man, and a dark truck.*] Hunter: "Okay, I'm getting maybe one word in ten. Camera. Orchard?" *(He mimes a tree, then shrugs.)* "Orchard?" Maria: "Sí, el huerto de manzanas. Las manzanas." *(She mimes picking an apple.)* [*Yes, the apple orchard. The apples.*] Hunter: "Apples. Yes. Good. We're getting somewhere." Maria: "Mire, mire. Le enseño." [*Look, look. I'll show you.*] Hunter: "You're showing me something. Okay." *(He leans in to the camera screen.)* "That's the cider mill. And that's... a truck. Dark color. Can you go back? Back one?" Maria: "¿Esta? Es la última que tomé. Después me asusté y salí corriendo." [*This one? It's the last one I took. Afterward I got scared and ran.*] Hunter: "You ran. Something scared you." *(He speaks gently, if gruffly.)* "It's all right. Nobody's accusing you of anything." Maria: "Tengo miedo. En mi país la gente no desaparece así. ¿Qué clase de pueblo es este?" [*I'm afraid. In my country people don't disappear like this. What kind of town is this?*] Hunter: "I don't know what you just said, but I'm guessing it wasn't 'lovely weather.'" *(He pulls out a notepad and slides it toward her.)* "Can you draw it? The truck?" Maria: "¿Quiere que dibuje? Bueno… así era la camioneta. Y aquí, una matrícula, creo que empezaba con una be." [*You want me to draw? Well… the truck was like this. And here, a license plate, I think it started with a B.*] Hunter: "That's a truck, all right. And that's a... B? Or an eight?" *(He taps it.)* "Is that a B?" Maria: "Sí, sí. ¡Be! ¡Be de Barcelona!" *(She nods, almost smiling in spite of herself.)* [*Yes, yes. B! B for Barcelona!*] Hunter: "Barthelona. Sure." *(He nearly smiles, then his phone buzzes.)* "Hold that thought." *(He answers.)* Hunter: "Hunter. ...Where? ...How long ago? ...Don't let anyone touch it. I'm on my way." *(He hangs up and tears a page from the notepad.)* Maria: "¿Pasa algo malo?" [*Is something wrong?*] Hunter: "I have to go." *(He points at her, then at the camera, then at the sheet of paper.)* "Don't delete those pictures. Understand? Don't. Delete. Anything." Maria: "¿Que no borre las fotos? Está bien. No las borraré." [*I shouldn't delete the photos? All right. I won't delete them.*] Hunter: "That's a yes, I hope." *(He sets a business card on the table.)* "My number. Get somebody who speaks English to call me. Anyone. The waitress, your professor, I don't care." Maria: "Hunter… ¿así se dice? Detective Hunter." *(She reads the card slowly.)* "Gracias." [*Hunter… is that how you say it? Detective Hunter. Thank you.*] Hunter: "Yeah. Gracias to you too, I guess. That's the one word I know." *(He's already backing toward the door.)* "Stay put. Stay safe." Maria: "Tenga cuidado, detective." [*Be careful, detective.*]