Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2GANJN2H123PN2N3S291J

**Voice Sheet: The Café Scene** Isabella: "Non riesco a smettere di guardarla... Com'è possibile che non l'abbia notato prima?" *(I can't stop looking at it... How could I not have noticed it before?)* Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn PD." Isabella: "Oh! Mi scusi, io... non capisco. Chi è lei?" *(Oh! Sorry, I... I don't understand. Who are you?)* Hunter: "Detective. Police." *(He taps his badge.)* "I'm asking folks about what happened out at the Kessler orchard yesterday morning. Did you see anything?" Isabella: "Il frutteto? Sì, ero lì all'alba. Ho visto... Dio mio, non so nemmeno come spiegarlo." *(The orchard? Yes, I was there at dawn. I saw... my God, I don't even know how to explain it.)* Hunter: "Okay. Okay, slow down. I'm not following a word of that. Do you speak English at all?" Isabella: "Non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace. Io sono italiana. Italiana!" *(I don't speak English. I'm sorry. I'm Italian. Italian!)* Hunter: "Italian. Right." *(He rubs the back of his neck.)* "Well, that's a problem, because all I've got is 'pizza,' and I'm not even sure that counts." Isabella: "Le mie mani tremano ancora. Guardi. Ho paura." *(My hands are still shaking. Look. I'm scared.)* Hunter: "You're shaking. Hey, it's all right. Sit. Please, keep your seat. Can I...?" *(He points at the empty chair.)* Isabella: "Sì, sì, prego. Si sieda." *(Yes, yes, please. Sit down.)* Hunter: "Thank you. Now, that camera. You take pictures? Photos?" Isabella: "La mia macchina fotografica? Sì. Sempre. Ho scattato delle foto al frutteto prima che sorgesse il sole." *(My camera? Yes. Always. I took photos of the orchard before the sun rose.)* Hunter: "Photos of the orchard? Yesterday?" Isabella: "Ecco. Guardi questa. Là, tra gli alberi, dietro il vecchio trattore. C'è qualcuno." *(Here. Look at this one. There, between the trees, behind the old tractor. There's someone.)* Hunter: "Hold on. Turn it a little this way. That's... that's a person. Standing right there behind the tractor. Is that a person?" Isabella: "Non l'ho visto quando ho scattato. Lo giuro. Ho visto solo la nebbia e le mele." *(I didn't see him when I took it. I swear. I only saw the fog and the apples.)* Hunter: "You didn't see him when you took it. Is that what you're telling me?" *(He shakes his head.)* "I wish I knew what you were telling me." Isabella: "Lei non capisce niente, vero? Nemmeno una parola." *(You don't understand anything, do you? Not one word.)* Hunter: "Yeah, I get that tone. That's a universal one." *(A short, tired huff of a laugh.)* "Can you send me this photo? Send? Email?" Isabella: "Vuole... la fotografia? Questa?" *(You want... the photograph? This one?)* Hunter: "That one, yes. This one." *(He points at the screen, then at himself.)* "Me. Copy." Isabella: "Va bene. Ma non so come dirle il resto. C'era una campana, un suono di campana, prima che sparisse tutto." *(All right. But I don't know how to tell you the rest. There was a bell, the sound of a bell, before everything vanished.)* Hunter: "You're pointing at your ear. Something you heard? A sound?" Isabella: "Sì! Un suono. Din, din." *(Yes! A sound. Ding, ding.)* Hunter: "Ding... a bell? Like a bell?" Isabella: "Campana. Sì. Campana." *(Bell. Yes. Bell.)* Hunter: "Okay. A bell. That's something." *(His phone buzzes. He glances at it and scowls.)* "Hunter. ... Yeah. ... When? ... No, stay put, don't touch anything. I'm on my way." Isabella: "Che cosa è successo? Ha un'aria terribile." *(What happened? You look terrible.)* Hunter: "I have to go. I'm sorry." *(He stands and slides a card across the table.)* "My number. Detective Hunter. Please, keep the photo safe. Don't delete it. Don't show anyone else. Understand?" Isabella: "Non cancellare... la foto? Ho capito così. Non la cancellerò." *(Don't delete... the photo? That's what I understood. I won't delete it.)* Hunter: "I'll find someone who speaks Italian. I promise. Stay safe, Miss..." Isabella: "Isabella. Mi chiamo Isabella." *(Isabella. My name is Isabella.)* Hunter: "Isabella." *(He nods once.)* "Hunter." Isabella: "Hunter. Stia attento, detective. Quella campana... non era un suono normale." *(Hunter. Be careful, detective. That bell... it wasn't a normal sound.)* Hunter: "Yeah. Lock your door tonight."