Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAB5W5YC36A9GHXGF8MTAG

**Voice Sheet: The Café Scene** *Maria is seated at a corner table of the Orchard Street café, turning her camera over in her hands. Hunter approaches. Maria's lines are in Spanish, with English translations in brackets for the reader. Hunter understands none of the Spanish.* **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Are you the one who was out at Miller's orchard Tuesday night? The Hale girl's family said a woman with a camera was seen near the old packing shed." **Maria:** "Perdón, no entiendo. ¿Usted es policía? Tiene cara de policía." *[Sorry, I don't understand. Are you a police officer? You have a police face.]* **Hunter:** "I'm Detective Hunter. Town's had three people go missing in two weeks, and you were out there with a camera at the time. I just need to ask you a few questions." **Maria:** "Ay, Dios mío. No sé qué decir. Las fotos... las fotos no deberían estar ahí." *[Oh, my God. I don't know what to say. The photos... the photos shouldn't be there.]* **Hunter:** *(pulls out a notepad)* "Okay. Let's start simple. Name?" **Maria:** "Maria. Maria Ortega. Soy de Sevilla, estudio aquí con el programa de intercambio." *[Maria. Maria Ortega. I'm from Seville, I study here through the exchange program.]* **Hunter:** "Maria. Good. Now, Tuesday night. What did you see?" **Maria:** "Tenía la cámara para fotografiar la luna sobre los árboles. Entonces vi una luz en el cobertizo. Y una figura. Alguien llevaba a una persona." *[I had the camera out to photograph the moon over the trees. Then I saw a light in the shed. And a figure. Someone was carrying a person.]* **Hunter:** *(frowning, tapping the pen against the notepad)* "Okay, you're upset. I get that. But I can't follow you. Do you speak any English at all?" **Maria:** "Lo siento, no hablo inglés. Solo español." *[I'm sorry, I don't speak English. Only Spanish.]* **Hunter:** "Right. Great. Just great." *(exhales, then leans forward)* "Look, can you show me? Pictures. Anything you took that night." **Maria:** *(hesitates, then slowly scrolls through the camera's screen and turns it toward him)* "Mire. Esta es la del cobertizo. Está borrosa, pero se ve el camión. Y esta... esta es la última foto que tomé antes de que se apagara la luz." *[Look. This is the one of the shed. It's blurry, but you can see the truck. And this... this is the last photo I took before the light went out.]* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* "Truck. Gray pickup, looks like. Is that a plate?" **Maria:** "No puedo leer la matrícula desde aquí. Pero el camión tenía una calcomanía. Una manzana roja, como las del festival." *[I can't read the plate from here. But the truck had a sticker. A red apple, like the ones from the festival.]* **Hunter:** "An apple sticker. That narrows it down to half the town." *(He stops, studying her face.)* "Hey. You're shaking. Do you want some water?" **Maria:** "Gracias. Estoy bien. Solo... tengo miedo. Ayer pasé por la casa de la señora Brandt y la luz de su cocina estaba encendida, pero nadie respondió cuando toqué." *[Thank you. I'm fine. I'm just... I'm scared. Yesterday I passed Mrs. Brandt's house and her kitchen light was on, but no one answered when I knocked.]* **Hunter:** *(slowly, as if the words might help)* "Mrs. Brandt. Okay. Mrs. Brandt. Is she the third one?" **Maria:** *(nods, then says quietly)* "Sí. La tercera." *[Yes. The third.]* **Hunter:** *(writing quickly)* "Okay. Maria, I need you to send me those photos. Can you do that?" **Maria:** "¿Enviarlas? Sí, puedo. Pero... ¿y si ese hombre sabe que las tengo?" *[Send them? Yes, I can. But... what if that man knows I have them?]* **Hunter:** "Nobody's going to hurt you, okay? I'll make sure of it. Just stay where people can see you." *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen and his jaw tightens.)* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Don't leave town, Maria. And don't go near that orchard." *(Into phone)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? ...Okay, I'm on my way." **Maria:** "¿Qué pasó? ¿Ya encontraron a alguien?" *[What happened? Did they find someone already?]* **Hunter:** *(already backing toward the door, pausing only briefly)* "I don't know what you said. But I'll come back. Stay put." **Maria:** *(softly, to herself, looking down at the camera)* "Por favor, ten cuidado." *[Please, be careful.]* *(The café door swings shut. Maria holds the camera close to her chest.)*