Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G0W83RQR3KJVTBCS7KEHWQ

**VOICE SHEET** **Scene: The Corner Café, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon. Maria sits alone at a window table, her camera in her lap, staring at the small screen. Hunter approaches and stands beside the table.** **Hunter:** Excuse me. Maria, right? I'm Detective Hunter. Mind if I sit down for a minute? **Maria:** *(Spanish)* "Perdón, ¿qué? No entiendo. ¿Usted es policía?" *(English translation: "Sorry, what? I don't understand. Are you a policeman?")* **Hunter:** I'm with the sheriff's department. You were out at the orchard road last night, right? Near the old packing shed. Somebody saw your car. **Maria:** *(Spanish, voice trembling)* "Yo estaba fotografiando las estrellas. Y entonces vi... vi a esa mujer en el campo. Estaba llorando. Y después ya no estaba allí." *(English translation: "I was photographing the stars. And then I saw... I saw that woman in the field. She was crying. And after that she wasn't there anymore.")* **Hunter:** Okay. Slow down. Did you see who she was? Did she say anything to you? **Maria:** *(Spanish, shaking her head, gripping the camera)* "No, no. Solo me miró. Y la cámara... la cámara tiene la foto. Mira, mira." *(English translation: "No, no. She only looked at me. And the camera... the camera has the picture. Look, look.")* **Hunter:** *(pausing, frowning)* Ma'am, I'm going to need you to talk to me in English. I don't speak... whatever that is. **Maria:** *(Spanish, softer, pushing the camera screen toward him)* "Por favor. Solo mira la pantalla. Es ella. Ella estaba allí." *(English translation: "Please. Just look at the screen. It's her. She was there.")* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the screen, then looking up with a confused expression)* That's... a blur of fog and a field. I can't tell who that is. Is that the orchard? **Maria:** *(Spanish, nodding quickly, tears forming)* "Sí, el huerto. Hace tres noches también. Y la semana pasada. Siempre la misma mujer. Nadie me cree." *(English translation: "Yes, the orchard. Three nights ago, too. And last week. Always the same woman. Nobody believes me.")* **Hunter:** *(sitting down slowly, rubbing his jaw)* Okay. Look, I'm not saying I don't believe you. I just need a name, or a number, or anything I can write down. Can you point to what you're trying to tell me? **Maria:** *(Spanish, pressing a finger to the screen)* "Aquí. Y aquí. Mira la fecha. Y mira su vestido, es antiguo, como de la fiesta de la manzana de hace años." *(English translation: "Here. And here. Look at the date. And look at her dress, it's old, like from the apple festival years ago.")* **Hunter:** *(writing in a notepad, mumbling)* Apple festival... Right. Dress. Okay. *(looks up)* Maria, I'm going to get this checked out, I promise you that. **Maria:** *(Spanish, whispering)* "Gracias. Creo... creo que no estoy loca." *(English translation: "Thank you. I think... I think I'm not crazy.")* **Hunter:** *(a phone buzzes; he pulls it out, glances at the screen, and stands abruptly)* I have to take this. Stay here, okay? *(He pulls a business card from his jacket and sets it on the table.)* Call me if anything else happens. Anything at all. **Maria:** *(Spanish, looking at the card with uncertainty)* "¿Qué? ¿Me está dejando?" *(English translation: "What? Are you leaving me?")* **Hunter:** *(already walking toward the door, phone to his ear)* Yeah, Dispatch, go ahead. I'm on my way. **Maria:** *(Spanish, alone at the table, staring at the card and then at her camera)* "Nadie me cree... pero alguien tiene que creerme." *(English translation: "Nobody believes me... but someone has to believe me.")* **[END SCENE]**