Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DA8QB46NSHCEHSKY9S68A8

**VOICE SHEET: "The Lens at Corner Cafe"** *Scene: A small cafe on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon, one week after the Apple Festival. ISABELLA sits by the window, turning her camera over in her hands. HUNTER enters, shaking off the autumn chill.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Are you Isabella Russo? The woman from the photography group at the orchard?" **Isabella:** "Sì, sono io. Mi scusi, ma non capisco bene l'inglese. Perché mi sta parlando?" *(Yes, that's me. Sorry, I don't understand English well. Why are you talking to me?)* **Hunter:** "Uh... I'm Detective Hunter. I need to ask you about Friday night. You were shooting near the old cider barn, right?" **Isabella:** "Non so cosa dire. Ho visto qualcosa, qualcosa che non dovevo vedere. Le foto... le foto non mentono." *(I don't know what to say. I saw something, something I wasn't supposed to see. The photos... the photos don't lie.)* **Hunter:** *(leans forward, frowning)* "Okay, I'm going to need you to slow down. Just... English? Anything?" **Isabella:** "Mi dispiace. Non capisco. Lei è della polizia, vero? Ho paura." *(I'm sorry. I don't understand. You're the police, aren't you? I'm scared.)* **Hunter:** "Police. Yes. Detective. Okay, that part I got." *(sets down a notepad, taps the table)* "You're scared. I can see that. Nobody's going to hurt you here, all right?" **Isabella:** "Ho fotografato un uomo vicino al fienile, alle undici di sera. Poi, la mattina dopo, Sarah Lindqvist non c'era più. Lui guardava dritto verso la mia macchina fotografica." *(I photographed a man near the barn, at eleven at night. Then the next morning, Sarah Lindqvist was gone. He was looking straight at my camera.)* **Hunter:** *(pauses, rubs the back of his neck)* "Sarah Lindqvist... she's one of the three missing. And you think you photographed someone connected to it." *(beat)* "Is that what you're saying? Give me a nod or something." **Isabella:** "Sì, sì. Guardi." *(Yes, yes. Look.)* *(She turns the camera screen toward him. HUNTER leans in, squinting at the small display.)* **Hunter:** "I can't make much out. It's dark. Is that... a figure? By the doors?" **Isabella:** "Sì. Non è un'ombra. Lui è vero. Lo giuro." *(Yes. It's not a shadow. He's real. I swear it.)* **Hunter:** *(quietly)* "Okay. I believe you're upset. I'm not sure I believe the rest yet, but I'm going to find out." *(He slides a business card across the table.)* "I need copies of those files. Can you get them to me? Email? Thumb drive?" **Isabella:** "Non so come parlarle. Mi scusi. Forse... forse domani, con un traduttore?" *(I don't know how to talk to you. Forgive me. Maybe... tomorrow, with an interpreter?)* **Hunter:** "Tomorrow. Yes. An interpreter. Good idea." *(He nods, relieved to have something concrete.)* "I'll arrange one myself. Please don't go near the cider barn again, okay?" *(HUNTER's phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen and winces.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone, turning away)* "Hunter. ...Yeah, I'm on my way. No, I haven't got anything yet." *(He turns back to Isabella, gathers his coat.)* "I have to go. Stay here where it's public, and call me if anything happens. Anything." **Isabella:** "Grazie, detective. Faccia attenzione." *(Thank you, detective. Be careful.)* **Hunter:** *(pausing at the door, half-smiling)* "I have no idea what you just said. But I'm pretty sure it was something like that." *(He exits. ISABELLA looks back down at the camera, her expression hardening with resolve as the screen's glow lights her face.)* **END SCENE**