Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA4AHD2MY8AN8299NXKRT0

**Voice Sheet: "The Photographs at Pine Street Café"** **Isabella:** "Mi scusi, ma non capisco. Non so cosa dire. Ho visto delle cose ieri sera... no, non posso." *(Excuse me, but I don't understand. I don't know what to say. I saw things last night... no, I can't.)* **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police. I'm looking into what happened at the orchard after the festival last night. You were out there with that camera, weren't you?" **Isabella:** "Lei parla troppo in fretta. Per favore, più piano. La macchina fotografica... è tutto qui dentro. Tutto." *(You're speaking too fast. Please, slower. The camera... everything is in here. Everything.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. Slower. Right. Look, I'm not sure what you're saying, but you're holding that camera like it's the last thing you own. Can you show me what's on it?" **Isabella:** "Ha paura. Anch'io ho paura. Ho visto un uomo vicino ai filari, con una lanterna. Poi la lanterna si è spenta. E la signora Delacroix non è più tornata." *(He was scared. I was scared too. I saw a man near the rows of trees, with a lantern. Then the lantern went out. And Mrs. Delacroix never came back.)* **Hunter:** "Mrs. Delacroix. That's the third name in two weeks. Ma'am, if you saw something, I need you to tell me in English, or I need an interpreter. Anything. Can you say 'man' or 'lantern' in English?" **Isabella:** "Uomo... lanterna... no. Non so l'inglese. Non ancora. Mi dispiace." *(Man... lantern... no. I don't know English. Not yet. I'm sorry.)* **Hunter:** "Yeah, I got that part. Hold on." *(He pulls out a notepad and sketches a rough lantern shape, then points to himself and then to the camera.)* "Is this what you saw? A lantern?" **Isabella:** "Sì! Sì, la lanterna! Lei capisce? Ha capito?" *(Yes! Yes, the lantern! Do you understand? Did you understand?)* **Hunter:** "Sort of. I understood the lantern. Everything else is a mystery to me, which, given my week, is saying something." *(He sits down across from her.)* "Let's try this. Show me the photos. Point to them. I'll do the rest." **Isabella:** "Guardi. Qui. Questa è la foto delle 23:14. Vede l'ombra? Non è un albero. È una persona che porta qualcosa sulle spalle." *(Look. Here. This is the photo from 11:14. Do you see the shadow? It's not a tree. It's a person carrying something on their shoulders.)* **Hunter:** "Okay... yeah, that's... that's definitely a person. Carrying what, though?" *(He leans closer to the screen, squinting.)* "Ma'am, can you zoom in on that? Hold on, let me... no, I can't read your camera. Let's try—" *(His phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen, and his expression tightens.)* **Hunter:** "Yeah. Hunter. ...No, I'm at the café on Pine Street. ...Now? Okay. Okay, I'm on my way." *(He hangs up and stands.)* "Look, I have to go. Something's come up at the station, and I'm sorry, but I need you to stay in town. Don't go back to the orchard. Here." *(He slides a business card across the table.)* "Call that number. Ask for Dispatch. They'll find someone who speaks Italian, I promise. Okay?" **Isabella:** "Aspetti! Le foto... le devo mandare alla polizia. Non le cancelli, per favore. Non le cancelli." *(Wait! The photos... I have to send them to the police. Don't delete them, please. Don't delete them.)* **Hunter:** "I'm not deleting anything, ma'am. Keep that camera safe. Lock it up tonight. I'll be back, and then we'll figure out what that shadow is." *(He pauses at the door and tips his head.)* "Grazie." **Isabella:** "Lei ha detto 'grazie'? Ha detto grazie in italiano?" *(You said "thank you"? You said thank you in Italian?)* **Hunter:** "Don't get used to it." *(He exits, the bell over the door chiming behind him.)*