Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAG11KTJ2Y94VZ307GBVJ6

**Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Rain has just stopped. Isabella sits by the window, turning her camera over in her hands. Hunter pushes through the door, shakes off his jacket, and walks to her table.** **Voice Sheet** **Hunter:** "Excuse me. Are you Isabella Moretti? I'm Detective Hunter, with the county. I'm hoping you can tell me what you saw down at the orchard road on Tuesday night. Several people have mentioned you were out there with your camera." **Isabella:** "Mi scusi, non capisco. Lei è il poliziotto? Sono stata al frutteto... quella notte c'era una luce, una luce rossa tra gli alberi. Poi più niente. Niente." *[Excuse me, I don't understand. Are you the police officer? I was at the orchard... that night there was a light, a red light between the trees. Then nothing. Nothing at all.]* **Hunter:** "Okay. I'm going to need you to slow down. English, if you can." **Isabella:** "Non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace. Ma le foto... guardi. Le ho scattate prima che la luce sparisse. Il signor Dale era lì, vicino al cancello. Ho pianto quando l'ho visto." *[I don't speak English. I'm sorry. But the photos... look. I took them before the light disappeared. Mr. Dale was there, near the gate. I cried when I saw him.]* **Hunter:** "Dale. Walter Dale? He's one of the three people we haven't located." *(He leans in, glancing at the camera screen.)* "Can you show me? Just... point." **Isabella:** "Eccola. Qui. Vede l'ombra? Non è un albero. È una persona. E questa è la sua giacca gialla, quella che indossava alla sagra delle mele." *[Here. Look. You see the shadow? It isn't a tree. It's a person. And this is his yellow jacket, the one he wore at the apple festival.]* **Hunter:** "Yellow jacket. Okay, I see the shape. Nobody's going to believe me on a shadow, though." *(He pauses, rubbing his jaw.)* "Did anyone else come up to you that night? Anybody you recognized?" **Isabella:** "Non lo so. Ero spaventata. Ho sentito una voce che chiamava un nome, ma non ho capito. Mi scusi, sono confusa. Ho bisogno di un caffè." *[I don't know. I was frightened. I heard a voice calling a name, but I didn't understand it. Excuse me, I'm confused. I need a coffee.]* **Hunter:** "A coffee sounds like a good idea." *(He signals the waitress, then turns back to Isabella with a patient, slightly exasperated look.)* "Look, I've got a dozen people telling me different stories and a mayor who wants this quiet before the festival. Whatever you can tell me, even if it's just pointing, helps. Can you write anything down? Names, times, anything?" **Isabella:** *(She hesitates, then takes a small notebook from her bag and writes quickly. She slides it across the table.)* "Ecco. Tre nomi. Dale, Harlow, e la giovane del negozio di fiori. E un'ora: le undici e dieci. Alla fine, la luce è tornata una volta sola." *[Here. Three names. Dale, Harlow, and the young woman from the flower shop. And a time: eleven-ten. In the end, the light came back only once.]* **Hunter:** *(He studies the notebook, frowning at the handwriting.)* "Eleven-ten. Okay. That's useful. Thank you." *(His phone buzzes against the table. He glances at the screen, and his expression tightens.)* "Dammit. I have to take this." **Hunter:** *(Into phone)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? ...Okay. No, don't move anything. I'm ten minutes out." **Hunter:** *(Standing, he tucks the notebook carefully into his jacket pocket and slides a business card onto the table.)* "Isabella, I need you to stay in town for a few more days. Don't go out to the orchard alone, and if you remember anything else, call me. Same number. Even if you have to point at a map, okay?" **Isabella:** *(Softly, looking up at him)* "Lei non capisce niente, vero?" *[You don't understand anything, do you?]* **Hunter:** *(Pausing at the door, half a smile)* "Not a word. But I'm starting to get the feeling you're right about something." **[The door swings shut. Isabella looks down at her camera, then at the empty chair across from her, and lifts the lens to the window.]**