Run: 2026-10-08-01M4D9Y69W6E30FTANR9HC15BV

**VOICE SHEET** **Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, MN** **Characters: Isabella, Hunter** *[Isabella sits by the window, turning her camera over in her hands. Hunter approaches, coffee in hand, and stops at her table.]* **Hunter:** Excuse me. Are you Isabella Russo? The barista said you've been coming here every morning this week. **Isabella:** "Sì, sono io. Scusi, non capisco bene l'inglese. Parla italiano?" *(Yes, that's me. Sorry, I don't understand English well. Do you speak Italian?)* **Hunter:** *(pause, slight frown)* Okay. Sure. I'm Detective Hunter, with the county. I wanted to ask you about the Dawson farm. The night before last. **Isabella:** "Non so di cosa sta parlando. Io ero in camera. Ma le foto... le foto non le ho cancellate." *(I don't know what you're talking about. I was in my room. But the photos... I didn't delete the photos.)* **Hunter:** *(leans forward, tapping the table)* I'm going to need you to slow down. Anything you can give me in English, even one word. **Isabella:** "Mi dispiace. Non capisco." *(I'm sorry. I don't understand.)* *(She holds up the camera, turning the screen toward him.)* "Guardi. Questo è l'orto di notte. Ho visto una luce. E poi un'ombra." **Hunter:** *(squints at the screen: a dark orchard, a faint light between the trees, a blurred shape)* That's the orchard behind the Dawson place. **Isabella:** "Sì, sì! Dawson. Dawson." *(Yes, yes! Dawson.)* *(She taps the screen repeatedly.)* "Alle tre del mattino. Qualcuno portava una persona. Una persona che non camminava." **Hunter:** *(sharply)* Someone carrying a person? **Isabella:** "Sì, così." *(Yes, like that.)* *(Her voice wavers.)* "Ho paura. Non so chi sia. Non voglio tornare a casa stasera." **Hunter:** *(quieter now, sitting down across from her)* Okay. Okay. You're shaken up. I can see that. **Isabella:** "Lei non capisce niente, vero?" *(You don't understand anything, do you?)* **Hunter:** *(a short, dry laugh)* Not one word. But I understand scared. **Isabella:** "Pensavo che la polizia... mi credesse." *(I thought the police... would believe me.)* **Hunter:** *(pulls a notepad from his jacket and slides it across the table with a pen)* Can you draw it for me? Where the light was, where the shape went. Numbers, arrows, whatever you've got. **Isabella:** *(hesitates, then nods and begins sketching quickly, murmuring in Italian as she works: "Il granaio... poi il fiume... la strada...")* *[Several minutes pass. Hunter watches her sketch, occasionally nodding, occasionally asking her to point. Her coffee goes cold. Outside, a car horn sounds.]* **Hunter:** *(tapping the sketch)* The old barn. Got it. And the road goes toward the river. **Isabella:** "Sì. Il fiume." *(Yes. The river.)* *(She pushes the camera toward him.)* "Può prendere la scheda. Per favore. La tenga al sicuro." **Hunter:** I'm not going to take your memory card. *(He gestures to the camera, then to her, palm up.)* Keep it. Back it up somewhere. Don't go near that orchard alone. **Isabella:** "Non ci andrò mai più." *(I'll never go back there.)* *[Hunter's phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.]* **Hunter:** *(into the phone)* Hunter. ...Yeah. Where? ...Give me ten minutes. *[He hangs up and stands, pulling a business card from his wallet and setting it on the sketch.]* **Hunter:** I have to go. This is my number. *(He taps the card twice.)* If anyone bothers you, you call me. Understand? Call. Me. **Isabella:** *(picking up the card, studying it)* "Grazie, detective. Lei è stato... più gentile di quanto pensassi." *(Thank you, detective. You've been... kinder than I expected.)* **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, turning back)* Don't know what you said, but I'll take it. *[He exits. Isabella looks down at her sketch, then at the photo on her camera's screen, and takes a slow breath.]* **Isabella:** "Che cosa ho visto davvero?" *(What did I really see?)* *[END SCENE]*