Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FZ96ENBSF3WST80RFN31CZ

**Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, MN** Late October sunlight slants through the window of the Corner Café. Isabella sits alone at a small table near the back, turning her camera over in her hands and frowning at the screen. Across the street, yellow tape still flutters from the gate of Halvorsen Orchard. The apple festival banners above Main Street have begun to fade. Detective Hunter Cole pushes through the door, scans the room, and heads straight for her table. He sets a coffee down across from her and sits without waiting for an invitation. --- **VOICE SHEET** **Isabella:** "Mi scusi, ma non capisco. Parla italiano? Io parlo solo italiano." *(Excuse me, but I don't understand. Do you speak Italian? I only speak Italian.)* **Hunter:** "Okay. Do you speak English? Anything? Inglese?" *(He holds up a hand, then gestures at himself and the chair. He is clearly lost.)* **Isabella:** "No, no, non parlo inglese. Mi dispiace." *(No, no, I don't speak English. I'm sorry.)* **Hunter:** "Right. Well, I'm Detective Cole. Police. Polizia." *(He taps his badge, then points at the yellow tape through the window.)* "Halvorsen Orchard. Tom Halvorsen. He went missing the night of the festival. You were out there. The owner at the inn said you've been photographing the orchard all week." **Isabella:** "Sì, sono stata nel frutteto. Ieri notte, dopo il festival, ho visto una luce tra gli alberi. E poi un camion, senza fari." *(Yes, I was in the orchard. Last night, after the festival, I saw a light between the trees. And then a truck, with no headlights.)* **Hunter:** "A truck. No headlights. Okay, slow down. You saw a truck?" *(He pulls a small notebook from his jacket and starts writing, then stops, realizing it's useless.)* "Dammit. Okay. Can you show me?" **Isabella:** "Guardi. Le foto. Ecco, qui. Il signor Halvorsen era vicino al capanno degli attrezzi. Lo vede?" *(Look. The photos. Here. Mr. Halvorsen was near the tool shed. Do you see him?)* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the small screen as she turns it toward him)* "That's... him? Near the shed? Huh. And that's a truck. Is that the same night?" **Isabella:** "Sì, la stessa notte. Ho avuto tanta paura. Quando sono tornata in albergo, le mani mi tremavano. Non sapevo cosa fare." *(Yes, the same night. I was so frightened. When I got back to the inn, my hands were shaking. I didn't know what to do.)* **Hunter:** *(his voice softens, though he doesn't seem to notice)* "Hey. It's okay. Nobody's blaming you. You did the right thing sitting down and talking to someone." *(He pauses.)* "I just wish I could understand a word of what you're saying." **Isabella:** *(a faint, shaky laugh)* "Anch'io vorrei che lei capisse. Ma almeno ha guardato le foto." *(I wish you understood too. But at least you looked at the photos.)* **Hunter:** "Yeah. Okay." *(He points at the camera.)* "Can you send those to me? Email? Is there a way to copy them? Copia?" **Isabella:** "Sì, posso copiarle su una chiavetta. Le do una copia, va bene?" *(Yes, I can copy them to a memory stick. I'll give you a copy, all right?)* **Hunter:** *(nodding slowly, relieved he's gotten something across)* "Good. Good. Thank you." *(His phone buzzes against the table. He glances at the screen, and his expression tightens.)* **Hunter:** "I have to take this. Don't leave yet, okay? Stay here. Stay. *(He stands, raising a finger.)* Hello? Yeah, this is Cole. What've you got?" **Isabella:** "Aspetti! Non se ne vada così! Non ho ancora finito!" *(Wait! Don't just leave like that! I'm not finished!)* **Hunter:** *(already halfway to the door, phone to his ear)* "Sorry, I'll be right back. Keep those photos handy. Ten minutes. Wait for me." *(The bell over the door jingles. Isabella stares after him, then looks down at the camera in her hands, her fingers tightening around it.)*