Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FY84AEFRM9XDWRJE7AF28H

**Scene:** *The Birch Street Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Maria sits by the window, scrolling through the photos on her camera. Hunter pushes open the door and walks straight to her table.* **VOICE SHEET** **Hunter:** "Excuse me. You were at the apple festival Tuesday night, right? I saw you with that camera. I need to ask you about Tom Lindgren." **Maria:** "Perdone, yo... no entiendo. Estaba allí, sí. Pero lo que vi... no puedo dejar de pensar en ello." *(Sorry, I... I don't understand. I was there, yes. But what I saw... I can't stop thinking about it.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. Slow down. Did you see Tom near the lake?" **Maria:** "Mire las fotos, por favor. La última, a las diez y media. Había un hombre junto al lago, con un abrigo rojo. Y después... después ya no estaba. Nadie estaba." *(Look at the photos, please. The last one, at ten thirty. There was a man by the lake, in a red coat. And then... then he was gone. No one was there.)* **Hunter:** "English, ma'am. Do you speak English?" **Maria:** "No hablo inglés. Por favor, es que estoy muy asustada y no sé qué hacer." *(I don't speak English. Please, I'm very scared and I don't know what to do.)* **Hunter:** *(leaning over the camera screen, tapping the image)* "Red coat. That's Tom's. Okay. Sí? Sí?" **Maria:** *(a short, tearful laugh)* "Eres muy malo en español, ¿lo sabes?" *(You're very bad at Spanish, you know that?)* **Hunter:** "Yeah, I've been told. Not my strong suit. Look, I'm not trying to scare you. I just need to know what you saw." **Maria:** "Vi al hombre del abrigo rojo caminar hacia el muelle. Después una barca, sin luces. Y después, nada. Mi amiga Lucía dice que estoy loca, que fue una sombra. Pero yo sé lo que vi." *(I saw the man in the red coat walk toward the pier. Then a boat, with no lights. And then, nothing. My friend Lucía says I'm crazy, that it was a shadow. But I know what I saw.)* **Hunter:** *(pausing, nodding slowly)* "A boat. No lights. Okay. That helps. Can you show me the timestamp on that one again?" **Maria:** *(pointing at the screen, then at the lake in the photo, then at her own eyes)* "Aquí. Diez y media. Mire, aquí está la barca." **Hunter:** "Okay. Ten thirty. Boat. Got it." *(Hunter's phone buzzes loudly on the table. He glances at the screen and grimaces.)* **Hunter:** "Hunter. ... Yeah. ... No, I'm still in town. ... How long ago? ... Okay. I'm on my way." *(He hangs up and turns back to Maria, already pulling a business card from his jacket.)* **Hunter:** "I have to go. Something's come up. Here's my number. If you remember anything else, call me. And don't go down to the lake alone, all right?" **Maria:** "¿Qué? No, espera, todavía no hemos terminado. ¿Adónde vas?" *(What? No, wait, we're not finished. Where are you going?)* **Hunter:** "Hold that thought. I'll come back." **Maria:** "Ni siquiera sabes lo que te he dicho." *(You don't even know what I've told you.)* **Hunter:** *(already at the door)* "Not yet. But I'm going to." *(The door chimes shut behind him. Maria looks down at the business card, then back at the photo of the boat on the still, dark water.)* **Maria:** *(quietly)* "Mañana, entonces." *(Tomorrow, then.)*