Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAFER1JNF2YD1GX5EV8YA8

**VOICE SHEET: "The Photographs"** *Setting: A small corner cafe on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Maria sits alone at a table by the window, a camera in her lap.* --- **Hunter:** "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit down? I'm Detective Hunter, with the county. I'm looking into what happened out by the orchards last week." **Maria:** "Lo siento, no entiendo. Yo... ¿Está usted aquí por las fotos? Tengo que mostrarle algo, por favor. Vi algo que no debía ver." *(Translation for actors: "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Are you here about the photos? I have to show you something, please. I saw something I wasn't supposed to see.")* **Hunter:** "Okay. Yeah, I'm going to need you to slow down. English? Do you speak English?" **Maria:** "Inglés no. Solo español. Por favor, mire." *(She turns the camera toward him, scrolling through the screen with trembling fingers.)* *(Translation: "No English. Only Spanish. Please, look.")* **Hunter:** "Right. Okay. So you took these. Those are the orchards, aren't they? The east rows, past the old packing shed." **Maria:** "Sí, las tomé el martes. Salí temprano para fotografiar la niebla. Entonces vi a ese hombre cerca del cobertizo. Estaba cargando algo pesado. Y luego... luego ya no estaba nadie." *(Her voice cracks.)* *(Translation: "Yes, I took them on Tuesday. I went out early to photograph the fog. Then I saw that man near the shed. He was carrying something heavy. And then... then there was no one there anymore.")* **Hunter:** *(leaning closer, squinting at the screen)* "Hold on. Is that a man? Can you zoom in on that? Zoom. Z-O-O-M." **Maria:** "¿Zoom? Ah, sí." *(She pinches the screen, enlarging a blurred figure beside a pickup truck.)* "Este es el hombre. Y esto..." *(She taps a smear of color on the ground.)* "Esto no es barro. Es rojo. Es... sangre, creo." *(Translation: "This is the man. And this... this isn't mud. It's red. It's... blood, I think.")* **Hunter:** *(his jaw tightens)* "Blood. Okay. Hey, stay with me here. Did you tell anyone else about this?" **Maria:** "Lo intenté. Hablé con la mujer de la oficina de turismo, pero no me entendió. Y el señor de la gasolinera solo se rio." *(She shakes her head, wiping at her eyes.)* "Nadie me escucha. Estoy asustada. Muy asustada." *(Translation: "I tried. I talked to the woman at the tourism office, but she didn't understand me. And the man at the gas station just laughed. Nobody listens to me. I'm scared. So scared.")* **Hunter:** *(softening slightly, sliding a business card across the table)* "Look, I don't know what you're saying, but I can hear you're upset. I believe you're trying to tell me something important. Can you come down to the station tomorrow? Bring an interpreter if you can. Somebody who speaks both languages." **Maria:** *(picking up the card, studying it)* "Hunter. ¿Eso es su nombre? Sí. Mañana. Iré." *(Translation: "Hunter. Is that your name? Yes. Tomorrow. I'll come.")* **Hunter:** "Good. Tomorrow. Ten a.m. Oh, and don't go back out to those orchards alone, okay? Promise me that." **Maria:** "Prometo... No sé lo que dice, pero asiento. Usted es amable." *(Translation: "I promise... I don't know what you're saying, but I'll nod. You're kind.")* *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen, his expression hardening.)* **Hunter:** *(into phone)* "Hunter. ...Yeah. ...No, I'm at the cafe. ...How many? ...Okay. Stay put, I'm on my way." **Hunter:** *(to Maria, already standing, pulling on his coat)* "I have to go. Keep those photos safe. Don't delete anything. Ten a.m., okay? Ten." **Maria:** *(clutching her camera to her chest)* "Diez. Vale. Gracias, señor Hunter." *(Translation: "Ten. Okay. Thank you, Mr. Hunter.")* **Hunter:** *(pausing at the door, half-turning)* "Yeah. Thanks for the pictures." *(The bell above the door jingles as he exits. Maria looks back down at the screen, where the blurred figure still stares back at her.)* **END SCENE**