Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA6B5VXJ0ECFCBHS4VY16X

**VOICE SHEET** **Scene:** Café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Isabella sits by the window, turning her camera over in her hands. Hunter enters, scanning the room, and stops at her table. --- **Hunter:** Excuse me. Are you Isabella Ferraro? The woman from the Hendricks orchard photos? **Isabella:** *(hesitant, looking up)* Mi scusi... non capisco. Sono... sono italiana. Parlo solo italiano. *[Excuse me... I don't understand. I'm... I'm Italian. I only speak Italian.]* **Hunter:** *(pulling out a chair, sitting anyway)* Okay. I'm Detective Hunter. I need to ask you about Tuesday night. The night Mark Dorsey disappeared. **Isabella:** *(voice trembling, gripping the camera tighter)* Non è possibile. Ho visto qualcosa nella nebbia, vicino ai meli. Due figure. Una di loro si è fermata a guardarmi. Ho avuto tanta paura. *[It's not possible. I saw something in the fog, near the apple trees. Two figures. One of them stopped and looked at me. I was so scared.]* **Hunter:** *(frowning, leaning forward)* Two figures. Okay. Did they say anything? Did you see their faces? **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, then pointing urgently at the camera)* Le foto. Guardi. Le ho scattate prima che la nebbia diventasse troppo fitta. Non ho capito cosa stessi fotografando finché non sono tornata a casa. *[The photos. Look. I took them before the fog got too thick. I didn't realize what I was photographing until I got home.]* **Hunter:** *(holding out a hand, palm up)* I'm going to need to see those. But I'm going to be honest with you, I have no idea what you just said. **Isabella:** *(exhaling, almost laughing despite herself)* Ah, certo. Lei non parla italiano. Va bene. *(She scrolls through the camera's screen, then turns it toward him, tapping a blurred image of two dark shapes between rows of trees.)* Questa. Qui. *[Ah, of course. You don't speak Italian. Fine. This one. Here.]* **Hunter:** *(squinting at the screen, then glancing back at her)* Okay, I see the shapes. You want me to look at this one? **Isabella:** *(nodding quickly, pointing to the edge of the frame)* Sì, sì. Il cancello. Il cancello era aperto. Qualcuno l'ha lasciato aperto. *[Yes, yes. The gate. The gate was open. Someone left it open.]* **Hunter:** *(tapping the screen, muttering)* The gate was open. Right. Can you send me these? Email, text, anything. **Isabella:** *(pausing, then pulling out her phone and holding it up with a helpless shrug)* Non capisco la sua domanda. Ma posso mandarle le foto, se mi dice come. *[I don't understand your question. But I can send you the photos, if you tell me how.]* **Hunter:** *(taking out his own phone, pointing at it, then at hers)* Okay. Let's try this. Here. *(He gestures at the screen, mimes tapping, and slides his phone across the table.)* **Isabella:** *(smiling faintly, tapping away)* Ecco. Grazie. Lei è molto paziente, detective. *[There. Thank you. You're very patient, detective.]* **Hunter:** *(not understanding, but nodding anyway)* Yeah, I'm working on it. *(His phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, and his expression hardens.)* **Hunter:** *(standing abruptly)* I have to go. Listen to me. Stay in town, and don't go anywhere near the Hendricks orchard. Understand? *(He pauses, then points at her, then at the door, then makes a flat "stay" gesture with his hand.)* **Isabella:** *(rising slowly, confused, clutching the camera)* Mi dispiace, non ho capito. Ma... faccia attenzione, detective. Quelle figure... sembravano sapere che io ero lì. *[I'm sorry, I didn't understand. But... be careful, detective. Those figures... they seemed to know I was there.]* **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, phone pressed to his ear)* Yeah. Hunter. Where? *(He pauses at the threshold and looks back at her.)* Just stay put. *(The door swings shut behind him. Isabella stares at the screen of her camera, where the blurred figures still watch from the fog.)* ---