Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DYB99HW3KRV77PXPNTB3DF

**Voice Sheet: The Window Table** *Crumb & Kettle Café, Alborn, MN. Late October, two days after the lantern walk.* *Maria speaks only Spanish and Hunter only English. Maria's lines include English translations in brackets for reference.* **Hunter** (pulls out the chair across from her and sits with his back to the wall, eyes on the door): "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter. The woman at the bakery says you were up on the bluff at the Lindqvist orchard Friday night, during the lantern walk. Says you're the one with the camera." **Maria** (looks up, startled, clutching her camera strap, eyes red): "¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué me mira así? Perdone, no entiendo nada." *[What's going on? Why are you looking at me like that? Sorry, I don't understand anything.]* **Hunter** (frowning, leaning in): "Okay. I'm going to be straight with you. I don't speak Spanish. Not one word." **Maria** (voice unsteady): "No hablo inglés. Lo siento." *[I don't speak English. I'm sorry.]* **Hunter**: "English. Yeah, I got that one. Great. One table, two people, zero words in common." **Hunter** (taps the camera strap lying on the table): "This. You had this with you Friday?" **Maria** (glancing at the camera, then back at him): "La cámara... sí. Estaba en el mirador, haciendo fotos de la luz. Y de los faroles en la colina." *[The camera... yes. I was at the lookout, taking photos of the light. And of the lanterns on the hill.]* **Hunter** (nods slowly, then slides a folded flyer across the table): "Lanterns. Right. This is Ruth Lindqvist. Nobody's seen her since Friday." **Maria** (unfolds the flyer; her hand flies to her mouth): "¡La señora de la sidra! Es ella. ¿Qué le ha pasado?" *[The cider lady! It's her. What happened to her?]* **Hunter**: "That's what I'm trying to find out." **Maria** (barely a whisper): "Desaparecida..." *[Missing...]* **Hunter** (sharpening, holding up three fingers): "Disappeared. Yeah. I can guess that one. Three since July. Ruth's the third." **Maria** (staring at the three fingers, pale): "¿Tres? En la panadería me dijeron que había una desaparecida... Nadie me dijo que eran tres." *[Three? At the bakery they told me there was one missing woman... Nobody told me there were three.]* **Hunter** (rubs the back of his neck): "Nobody in this town tells anybody anything." **Maria** (noticing the edge of a badge clipped to his belt): "¿Usted es la policía?" *[Are you the police?]* **Hunter** (flips open his badge): "Police. Yeah." **Maria** (straightening, pulling herself together): "Entonces, mire. Mire mis fotos." *[Then look. Look at my photos.]* **Hunter**: "Show me." **Maria** (turns the camera around, thumb trembling as she scrolls): "Mire... la luz dorada sobre el lago. Y estas, las manzanas al amanecer..." *[Look... the golden light over the lake. And these, the apples at dawn...]* **Hunter** (studying each shot, grudgingly impressed): "These are good. Really good." **Maria** (a faint, sad smile): "Solo quería la luz. Nada más." *[I only wanted the light. Nothing else.]* **Maria** (scrolling; her voice breaks as she stops): "Aquí. Esta es ella. La chaqueta amarilla." *[Here. That's her. The yellow jacket.]* **Hunter** (leaning in, spreading two fingers to zoom): "Yellow slicker. Her son said she never went anywhere without it." **Maria** (tapping a tall shape beside the lanterns): "Y aquí... un hombre. La lleva hacia la furgoneta." *[And here... a man. He's taking her toward the van.]* **Hunter**: "Van. White van. Is that a plate on the back?" **Maria**: "No tiene matrícula." *[It has no license plate.]* **Hunter** (writing in a small notebook): "No plate. Got it." **Maria** (tapping the timestamp in the corner): "Y la hora. Las nueve y catorce de la noche." *[And the time. Nine fourteen at night.]* **Hunter** (writing it down): "Nine fourteen." **Maria** (shaking her head, quietly): "No lo vi hasta esta mañana. Solo era una furgoneta... no pensé nada." *[I didn't see it until this morning. It was just a van... I didn't think anything of it.]* **Hunter**: "Hey. You didn't know what you were looking at." **Hunter** (makes a scrolling-back motion): "Go back. Anything else with that van in it." **Maria** (scrolling back, stopping on a dawn photo of a grain elevator and rail tracks): "Esta fue en septiembre, junto al silo. También había una furgoneta blanca. Sin matrícula." *[This was in September, by the silo. There was a white van there too. No license plate.]* **Hunter** (quiet, almost to himself): "We've been looking for that van since July." (Looks at her.) "Same van." **Maria**: "¿La misma?" *[The same one?]* **Hunter**: "Yeah. The same one." **Hunter** (phone buzzes; he checks the screen, then answers): "Hunter." (Pause. His jaw sets.) "Where? ... Since when? ... Copy. Nobody goes near it. I'm ten minutes out." **Maria** (rising halfway out of her chair): "¿Qué ha pasado? ¿La han encontrado?" *[What happened? Have they found her?]* **Hunter** (pocketing the phone, pointing at her camera, then at his phone): "I don't know yet. Send me those. All of them." **Maria**: "¿Quiere que se las mande?" *[You want me to send them to you?]* **Hunter**: "Yeah." **Maria** (fumbling with the camera's menu as his phone chimes): "Ya se las he mandado." *[There. I've sent them to you.]* **Hunter** (checking his phone, standing, pulling on his coat): "Got it. Good. Stay here. Don't go anywhere near that orchard." **Maria**: "¿Y usted adónde va?" *[And where are you going?]* **Hunter**: "Work." **Hunter** (drops a twenty on the table and slides a plate of apple pie toward her): "Eat the pie." **Maria** (looking at the pie, then at him, softer now): "Gracias." *[Thank you.]* **Hunter** (pausing at the door as the bell above it jingles): "Yeah. Ma'am, don't go back up that bluff." **Maria** (a faint, stubborn smile): "Vale." *[Okay.]* **Hunter** (narrowing his eyes): "Yeah. I know that look."