Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DYJVYBK96Z945JDF5BN1SY

**VOICE SHEET: "The Photograph"** *Location: Café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon.* --- **Isabella:** "Scusi... è lei il poliziotto? Quello che cerca la ragazza?" *(Excuse me... are you the policeman? The one looking for the girl?)* **Hunter:** "Detective Hunter. I'm investigating the disappearance of Anna Respa. Did you know her?" **Isabella:** "Non capisco... Lei parla... inglese? Io non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace." *(I don't understand... Do you speak... English? I don't speak English. I'm sorry.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. English. Got it. Nobody else in this town has ever said that to me, but fine." *(He pulls out a chair.)* "Can I sit?" **Isabella:** "Sì, si sieda. Per favore. Ho visto una cosa, la notte di giovedì. Non so cosa fosse. Sono ancora tremante." *(Yes, sit down. Please. I saw something, Thursday night. I don't know what it was. I'm still shaking.)* **Hunter:** *(Pauses, nodding slowly as though he understands.)* "You're shaken up. I get that. Take your time." **Isabella:** "Ero al lago con la macchina fotografica. Stavo fotografando le stelle. Poi ho sentito una voce, una donna che piangeva." *(I was at the lake with my camera. I was photographing the stars. Then I heard a voice, a woman crying.)* **Hunter:** "Lake. Camera. Crying. Okay, I'm following about a third of that." *(He takes out a notepad.)* "Can you show me? Point, draw, anything." **Isabella:** "Aspetti. Qui. Guardi le foto. Ecco... questa è giovedì alle undici e dieci." *(Wait. Here. Look at the photos. Here... this is Thursday at eleven ten.)* **Hunter:** *(Leaning in, squinting at the small screen.)* "That's dark. There's a shape at the tree line. Is that... a person?" **Isabella:** "Sì! Una persona. E questa, dieci secondi dopo, la figura non c'è più. E la macchina della signora Respa è ancora lì." *(Yes! A person. And this one, ten seconds later, the figure is gone. And Mrs. Respa's car is still there.)* **Hunter:** *(Quietly, the tone shifting.)* "Anna's car. Still there. Okay. Can you send me these? Email, text, whatever you've got." **Isabella:** "Non capisco 'email'. Ma posso copiare la scheda. Lei può prenderla." *(I don't understand "email". But I can copy the memory card. You can take it.)* **Hunter:** "I'll take the card. Yes. Thank you. That's... really helpful, actually." *(Beat.)* "Sorry, I'm not trying to rush you, but I need to know one thing. Did you see her face?" **Isabella:** "No. Solo i capelli. Rossi, come il colore delle mele della festa." *(No. Only the hair. Red, like the apples from the festival.)* **Hunter:** *(Writing, then glancing up.)* "Red hair. Like the apples. Got it." **Isabella:** *(Softly, almost to herself.)* "Ho paura che non la troveremo viva." *(I'm afraid we won't find her alive.)* **Hunter:** *(Hearing the tone, not the words.)* "Hey. Hey. We're going to find her. Okay?" *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.)* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Stay here, please. Don't go back to the lake. Do you understand?" **Isabella:** "Sì. Ho capito. Vada pure." *(Yes. I understand. Go ahead.)* **Hunter:** *(Into phone, already standing.)* "Hunter. Yeah. Where? ... I'm on my way." **Isabella:** *(Holding the camera close to her chest, whispering.)* "Stia attento, detective." *(Be careful, detective.)* **Hunter:** *(Pausing at the door, looking back, unable to understand but nodding.)* "Yeah. You too." *[END SCENE]*