Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G1R8QDW3RQ4JA8JZ06RHQY

**VOICE SHEET: "The Photograph at Callister's Café"** **Scene:** A small café on Main Street, Alborn, MN. Late afternoon, the week after the apple festival. ISABELLA sits alone at a corner table, a camera in her lap. HUNTER approaches. --- **Hunter:** Excuse me. Are you Isabella Rossi? The owner said you've been staying at the inn on Fifth. **Isabella:** *(quietly, guarded, in Italian)* Sì, sono io. Chi è lei? *[Yes, that's me. Who are you?]* **Hunter:** *(pauses, leaning closer)* I'm Detective Hunter, with the county. I'd like to ask you about the night of the festival. You were out near the orchards with your camera, right? **Isabella:** *(voice trembling, in Italian)* Non capisco. Non capisco niente di quello che dice. *[I don't understand. I don't understand anything you're saying.]* Ho... ho visto una cosa. Una cosa terribile. *[I... I saw something. Something terrible.]* **Hunter:** *(frowning, shaking his head)* Okay. I'm going to need you to slow down. Do you speak English? **Isabella:** *(hands tightening around the camera, in Italian)* Mi scusi, parlo solo italiano. *[Excuse me, I only speak Italian.]* Lei è della polizia? *[Are you with the police?]* Per favore, mi aiuti. *[Please, help me.]* **Hunter:** *(sighing, sitting down slowly, speaking more gently)* Look, I can tell you're upset. Whatever you saw, you're safe here. Can you show me the photos? Maybe we can figure it out that way. **Isabella:** *(softening, turning the camera's screen toward him, in Italian)* Questa. Guardi. Il ragazzo... vicino al vecchio fienile. *[This one. Look. The boy... near the old barn.]* Poi è sparito. *[Then he disappeared.]* **Hunter:** *(leaning in, squinting at the screen)* Hold on. Is that the Pruitt kid? Eli Pruitt? **Isabella:** *(nodding rapidly, in Italian)* Sì, sì! Eli. E c'era un uomo con lui. Un uomo con un cappello rosso. *[Yes, yes! Eli. And there was a man with him. A man in a red hat.]* **Hunter:** *(glancing back at the screen, then at her, his tone careful)* A red hat. Okay. That helps. Do you think you could describe him? Height, build, anything? **Isabella:** *(exhaling shakily, in Italian)* Era alto, più alto di lei. Non ho visto il viso. *[He was tall, taller than you. I didn't see his face.]* Ho pensato che fosse suo padre. Ma Eli non sembrava felice. *[I thought he was his father. But Eli didn't look happy.]* **Hunter:** *(writing in a small notebook, muttering to himself)* Taller than me... red hat... *(looks up)* Thank you. Really. This is the first real lead I've had. **Isabella:** *(in Italian, a faint, tearful smile)* Grazie. Spero che lo trovi. *[Thank you. I hope you find him.]* **Hunter:** *(nodding, unsure of her words but reading her expression)* Yeah. Me too. *(His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression tightening.)* **Hunter:** *(into the phone, short and clipped)* Hunter. ...Yes. ...Where? ...Okay. I'm ten minutes out. *(He ends the call and turns back to Isabella.)* **Hunter:** I have to go. Something's come up. *(He slides a business card across the table and taps it.)* This has my number. If you remember anything else, call me. Anytime. Okay? **Isabella:** *(in Italian, nodding, gripping her camera again)* Va bene. Stia attento, per favore. *[Alright. Please be careful.]* **Hunter:** *(pausing, then offering an awkward half-smile)* Yeah. You too. *(He leaves quickly. Isabella looks back down at the photograph on her screen. She zooms in on the figure in the red hat.)* **END SCENE**