Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FYAJR24EXWFED7PCB4DRWJ

**VOICE SHEET** *Scene: A small corner table at the café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Isabella's camera rests on the table in front of her. Hunter stands beside her chair.* **Hunter:** Excuse me. Are you Isabella Moretti? The woman staying at the Lakeview B&B? **Isabella:** *(looking up, startled, then guarded)* "Sì, sono io. Ma perché un poliziotto vuole parlare con me? Non ho fatto niente di male." **Hunter:** *(pulls out a chair and sits without waiting)* I'm Detective Hunter with the county. I'm investigating what happened at the orchard on Saturday night, during the festival. Someone saw you out there with that camera. **Isabella:** *(her hand tightens around the camera strap)* "Ho visto una cosa, quella notte. Una cosa che non dovevo vedere. Ho cercato di dirlo a qualcuno, ma nessuno mi ha ascoltata." **Hunter:** Okay. Slow down. I need you to tell me what you saw. **Isabella:** *(shakes her head, her voice trembling)* "Era buio. Ho scattato delle foto dei filari, delle luci sulle scale. Poi ho sentito una voce chiamare il nome di qualcuno. E poi... silenzio. Un silenzio terribile." **Hunter:** *(leans forward, frowning)* Do you speak English at all? Anything? **Isabella:** *(pauses, then softly)* "Mi dispiace. Non capisco. Parlo solo italiano." **Hunter:** *(sighs, rubbing the back of his neck)* Great. Just great. Look, I'll take that as a no. *(He taps the camera.)* Can I see the pictures? **Isabella:** *(hesitates, then slowly turns the camera toward him and scrolls through the screen)* "Guardi. Questa è stata scattata alle undici e venti. Vede quella figura tra gli alberi? Sembrava qualcuno che trascinava qualcosa." **Hunter:** *(squints at the screen, leaning closer)* That's... a blur. Could be a person. Could be a shadow. *(Pointing.)* Is this the time stamp? Eleven-twenty? **Isabella:** *(nods emphatically, pointing to the screen)* "Sì, sì. Le undici e venti. E poi ho sentito quella voce. Era una donna, credo. Chiamava: 'Tom! Tom, dove sei?'" **Hunter:** *(quietly, to himself)* Tom Reiner. His wife reported him missing Sunday morning. *(Looks back at her.)* Okay. Can you send me these photos? I'll need copies. **Isabella:** *(gestures at the screen, then at her phone, speaking slowly, almost pleading)* "Posso mandarle. Ma ho paura. Chi era quella persona? Perché nessuno ne parla?" **Hunter:** *(holding up a hand, a little gentler now)* Hey. I hear you. I can't understand a word, but I hear you. *(He hands her a business card.)* Here's my number. If you remember anything else, or if anyone bothers you, you call me. Got it? **Isabella:** *(takes the card, studying it, then speaks quietly)* "Grazie. Lei è gentile, anche se non mi capisce." **Hunter:** *(his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.)* Hunter here. *(Pause.)* Yeah. Where? *(Pause.)* I'm on my way. *(He stands and looks down at Isabella.)* **Hunter:** I have to go. Something's come up. Send me those photos tonight. *(He pauses, gesturing at the camera.)* And don't go back out to the orchard alone. **Isabella:** *(rising halfway from her chair, alarmed)* "Aspetti! Non se ne vada ancora. Ho bisogno di aiuto!" **Hunter:** *(already heading for the door, calling over his shoulder)* Lock your door tonight, Ms. Moretti. I'll be in touch. *(The café door swings shut behind him. Isabella sits back down slowly, clutching the business card and her camera.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering to herself)* "Non mi ha capita... ma almeno mi ha sentita." *End scene.*