Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA1JEHKXBCV3E695WMGK1A

**Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, Minnesota. Late afternoon, two days after the apple festival.** Isabella sits alone at a small round table by the window, turning her camera over in her hands. Her coffee has gone cold. Hunter pushes through the door, scanning the room until his eyes land on her. He crosses over and pulls out the chair across from her. --- **VOICE SHEET** **Hunter:** Afternoon. Mind if I sit? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. I'm looking into what happened at the orchard on Saturday night. You were there for the festival, right? I saw you with that camera all day. **Isabella:** Mi scusi, io... non capisco. Non parlo bene... cioè, parlo italiano. Sono italiana. Mi dispiace. **Hunter:** *(pausing, a faint frown)* Okay. English? **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, voice tight)* No, no inglese. Mi dispiace. Ero solo lì per fotografare i tramonti. Poi ho visto... ho visto quella cosa. Non riesco a smettere di pensarci. **Hunter:** I'm going to need you to slow down. I don't know what you're saying. **Isabella:** *(lowering her gaze to the camera, thumb trembling over the screen)* Guardi. Guardi qui. Questa foto l'ho scattata alle undici meno dieci. Il ragazzo stava vicino ai carri. E poi... sparito. Sparito, capisce? Come se non fosse mai esistito. **Hunter:** *(leaning forward, studying the screen)* Hold on. Let me see that. *(beat)* That's the cider wagon. There's a figure there, by the trees. **Isabella:** Sì, sì! Il cappotto rosso. Lui era lì. Poi non c'era più. Ho controllato tre volte, tre volte, e non c'era più. **Hunter:** *(quietly, to himself)* Red coat. Nobody's reported a red coat yet. *(looking up)* Can you show me the next one? **Isabella:** *(swiping through the photos, her voice cracking)* Questa è la mia ultima foto prima di... *(she stops, pressing her hand to her mouth)* Mi scusi. Ho paura. Ho tanta paura. **Hunter:** *(softening his tone, though his posture stays steady)* Hey. Nobody's going to hurt you here. You're safe in this café. *(gestures at the room)* Safe. Okay? **Isabella:** *(nodding slowly, not fully understanding but reading his tone)* Sicura. Sì. Sicura. **Hunter:** *(tapping the screen)* Can you email me these? Send them to the department. *(he holds up his phone, mimes sending)* Send. To me. Got it? **Isabella:** *(hesitant, then nodding)* Sì, mando. Le mando tutte. Tutte. *(They sit in silence for a moment. Hunter taps out notes on a pad. Isabella watches his hands. Her phone buzzes against the table.)* **Hunter:** *(glancing at his own phone as it begins to ring)* I've got to take this. *(answering)* Hunter. *(listening, his jaw tightening)* Where? *(pause)* I'm ten minutes out. Secure the area. **Hunter:** *(to Isabella, standing and pulling on his jacket)* I have to go. Stay here, okay? Don't go back to the orchard. And keep those photos. Don't delete anything. **Isabella:** *(gathering her camera close, her voice barely above a whisper)* Vada. Faccia attenzione. Per favore. **Hunter:** *(already at the door, pausing to look back)* I'll be in touch. *(The bell above the door chimes as he leaves. Isabella stares at the window, her camera pressed against her chest.)*