Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2KEX1ECHKTWJ0WY1W66EP

**Voice Sheet: "The Café on Main Street"** *(Italian lines are followed by a translation in brackets for the reader. Hunter cannot understand them.)* --- Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter, Alborn Police." Isabella: "Oh... Mi scusi, non... non capisco. Chi è lei?" *[Oh... Excuse me, I don't... I don't understand. Who are you?]* Hunter: "Detective. Police." *(taps his badge)* "I'm asking folks about what happened out at the Kessler orchard on Friday night. Walt Kessler. He's been missing since the festival setup." Isabella: "Kessler? Il frutteto... Dio mio. Sì, io ero lì. Ero lì venerdì sera." *[Kessler? The orchard... My God. Yes, I was there. I was there Friday evening.]* Hunter: "Okay. Slow down. I don't... *(rubs his forehead)* Do you speak English at all?" Isabella: "Inglese? No, no. Solo italiano. Mi dispiace." *[English? No, no. Only Italian. I'm sorry.]* Hunter: "Right. Nothing. Great." *(a beat)* "Look, I saw the camera. Were you taking pictures out there? Pictures? Friday?" Isabella: "La mia macchina fotografica? Sì... Stavo fotografando il tramonto sulle colline. Poi ho sentito delle voci, e ho visto un uomo vicino al fienile." *[My camera? Yes... I was photographing the sunset over the hills. Then I heard voices, and I saw a man near the barn.]* Hunter: "Whoa, easy. You're talking too fast. Barn? You said something about a barn?" Isabella: "Fienile, sì! Il fienile rosso. Aveva paura, Detective. Il signore... aveva paura." *[Barn, yes! The red barn. He was afraid, Detective. The man... he was afraid.]* Hunter: "Miss, I'm sorry. I don't understand a word of this. Can you show me? The photos?" Isabella: "Vuole vedere? Aspetti... ecco. Guardi. Questa l'ho scattata alle sei e venti." *[You want to see? Wait... here. Look. I took this one at six-twenty.]* Hunter: "Hold on. That's the barn, all right. And that's... a truck behind it. A dark pickup." *(pauses)* "Can you zoom in on that?" Isabella: "No, non è il camion. Guardi qui, nell'angolo. C'è una persona. Non l'avevo notata prima." *[No, it isn't the truck. Look here, in the corner. There's a person. I hadn't noticed it before.]* Hunter: "You're pointing at the corner. A figure, maybe. Standing in the doorway." *(quietly)* "Well, I'll be damned." Isabella: "Ho paura. Non riesco a smettere di pensarci. Se quell'uomo era il signor Kessler, e io non ho fatto niente..." *[I'm scared. I can't stop thinking about it. If that man was Mr. Kessler, and I did nothing...]* Hunter: "Hey. Hey, it's all right. Breathe." *(gently)* "I can't tell what you're saying, but I can tell you're rattled. Nobody's blaming you." Isabella: "Lei è gentile, ma non capisce. Nessuno mi capisce qui." *[You're kind, but you don't understand. No one understands me here.]* Hunter: "Can you send me these? Email? *(mimes typing)* Or I can take the memory card. Just for a day." Isabella: "La scheda? No, no, aspetti. Le foto di tutto il mese sono qui dentro..." *[The card? No, no, wait. My photos from the whole month are on here...]* *(Hunter's phone rings.)* Hunter: "Hang on." *(answers)* "Hunter... Where? When?... Copy that. I'm ten minutes out." *(hangs up)* "Miss, I have to go. Something's come up at the county road." Isabella: "Se ne va? Ma le foto... il fienile... deve sapere che c'era qualcuno!" *[You're leaving? But the photos... the barn... you have to know that someone was there!]* Hunter: "I know. I know, I'm sorry." *(sets a card on the table)* "That's my number. Don't delete anything. Don't show those to anyone else. Understand? *Anyone.*" Isabella: "Non cancellare... va bene. Non cancello niente. Ma torni, la prego. Ho bisogno di qualcuno che mi ascolti." *[Don't delete... all right. I won't delete anything. But please come back. I need someone who will listen.]* Hunter: "I'll find someone who speaks your language. Tomorrow. I promise." *(already walking)* "Stay out of that orchard, Miss." Isabella: "Aspetti! Il suo nome... Detective? Detective!" *[Wait! Your name... Detective? Detective!]*