Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FZ0E93C1DTJ8KRBBQ1D1ND

**Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, Minnesota** The café's bell chimes as the late-afternoon light slants through the front window. Isabella sits alone at a small table near the back, turning her camera over in her hands. Her knuckles are pale. She hasn't touched her coffee in twenty minutes. Detective Hunter crosses the room, notebook in hand, and stops at her table. **VOICE SHEET** **Isabella:** "Mi scusi... non capisco. Non parlo inglese." *[Excuse me... I don't understand. I don't speak English.]* **Hunter:** "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter with the county. I'm asking about the Fall Festival, the night the Lindqvist girl went missing. You were at the orchard that evening, correct?" **Isabella:** "Sì, ero lì. Stavo fotografando il tramonto sopra i meli. Poi ho sentito qualcuno gridare, vicino al vecchio fienile. Ho visto una luce... e poi più niente." *[Yes, I was there. I was photographing the sunset over the apple trees. Then I heard someone shouting, near the old barn. I saw a light... and then nothing.]* **Hunter:** *(frowning, tapping his notebook)* "Okay. Slow down. I got 'orchard,' I got 'barn.' The rest is Greek to me. Do you have a name? Something I can write down?" **Isabella:** "Isabella. Isabella Ferrante. Sono studentessa, sono qui per un programma di studio all'estero. Vi prego, la mia fotocamera... ho scattato delle foto quella sera. Non so cosa ci sia dentro. Non so se devo guardarle." *[Isabella. Isabella Ferrante. I'm a student, I'm here on a study abroad program. Please, my camera... I took photos that night. I don't know what's on them. I don't know if I should look.]* **Hunter:** "Photos. Okay, that I understand. Pictures of the barn?" **Isabella:** *(her voice cracking)* "Non lo so. Ho paura. C'era un uomo, credo. Non riesco a ricordare bene. Mi tremano le mani." *[I don't know. I'm scared. There was a man, I think. I can't remember clearly. My hands are shaking.]* **Hunter:** *(softening, lowering his voice)* "Hey. Hey, it's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you in here. Can you show me the photos? I don't need you to explain. Just show me." **Isabella:** *(slowly, placing the camera on the table and turning it toward him)* "Questa. E questa. Guardi... la luce è strana, vero? Come un lampo rosso." *[This one. And this one. Look... the light is strange, isn't it? Like a red flash.]* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the small screen)* "Huh. Red light, that's... hard to make out. Hold on, let me get a picture of this." *(He snaps a photo of the screen with his phone.)* "I'll have someone from the lab look at the originals. Isabella, I need you to keep that camera safe. Don't delete anything, don't let anyone else touch it, okay?" **Isabella:** "Sì, certo. Non la lascerò mai. Ma... è pericoloso? Devo andare via da Alborn?" *[Yes, of course. I'll never let it go. But... is it dangerous? Should I leave Alborn?]* **Hunter:** *(shaking his head, though she can't understand the words)* "Nobody's leaving town yet. Just stay close, and stay in touch with me. You have a number?" **Isabella:** *(hesitating, then pointing at a phone number scrawled on a napkin)* "Questo è il numero della pensione. Non ho ancora un telefono americano." *[This is the guesthouse number. I don't have an American phone yet.]* **Hunter:** *(sighing, pulling out his own card and sliding it across the table)* "Fine. Here's mine. If you remember anything, anything at all, call me. Day or night." *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen and his jaw tightens.)* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Stay put, okay? Finish your coffee." **Isabella:** *(gesturing at her cup, then at him, with a small, uncertain smile)* "Grazie. Per... ascoltare." *[Thank you. For... listening.]* **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, phone to his ear)* "Yeah, Dawson, I'm on my way. No, I didn't get a name yet. Tell me you've got something." *(The bell chimes again. Isabella watches the window until his car pulls away, then looks down at her camera and quietly scrolls back to the red light.)*