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**VOICE SHEET — Café in Alborn, MN** *Note: Isabella speaks only Italian; bracketed translations are for the reader, not spoken aloud.* Isabella: (sitting alone, reviewing photos on her camera; looks up, startled) “Mi scusi... non volevo disturbare nessuno.” [Excuse me... I didn’t mean to disturb anyone.] Hunter: “Ma’am? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I’m asking around about the recent disappearance near the apple orchard. You were at the café that night, weren’t you?” Isabella: (shaken, voice low) “Io... non so. Non so cosa dire. Ho visto qualcosa, ma ho paura. Non voglio problemi.” [I... I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. I saw something, but I’m afraid. I don’t want trouble.] Hunter: “I’m sorry—I don’t understand. Do you speak English?” Isabella: “No. Mi dispiace. Non parlo inglese. Parlo solo italiano.” [No. I’m sorry. I don’t speak English. I only speak Italian.] Hunter: (sighs) “Okay. Okay. Slow down. Your name? Name?” Isabella: “Isabella. Mi chiamo Isabella.” [Isabella. My name is Isabella.] Hunter: “Isabella. Good. You—” (points to camera) “photos? You take photos?” Isabella: (nods, hands trembling) “Sì, fotografie. Paesaggi. Ma quella notte... ho scattato una foto senza volere. C’era un uomo vicino al frutteto. Guardava la strada. Non voleva essere visto.” [Yes, photographs. Landscapes. But that night... I took a photo without meaning to. There was a man near the orchard. He was watching the road. He didn’t want to be seen.] Hunter: “I don’t... I don’t know what you’re saying. But you’re upset. That night—the orchard?” (points) Isabella: “Sì. Il frutteto. Ho visto una luce. Poi lui. Un uomo con un cappello scuro. Quando mi ha vista, è scappato.” [Yes. The orchard. I saw a light. Then him. A man with a dark hat. When he saw me, he ran.] Hunter: “A man? You saw a man?” (mimes a hat) “Dark hat?” Isabella: “Sì. Cappello scuro. E aveva una borsa. Non so cosa ci fosse dentro. Mi ha spaventata.” [Yes. Dark hat. And he had a bag. I don’t know what was inside. He frightened me.] Hunter: “Okay. A man with a bag. That’s... something. Did you get a picture?” Isabella: “Sì. La foto è qui. Ma è sfocata. Non so se si vede il viso.” [Yes. The photo is here. But it’s blurry. I don’t know if his face is visible.] Hunter: “Can I see it?” Isabella: (shows him the camera screen) “Ecco. Guardi. Qui. Questa è la strada per il frutteto. E questo... questo è l’uomo.” [Here. Look. Here. This is the road to the orchard. And this... this is the man.] Hunter: “Huh. It’s blurred, but... maybe. I need to get this to—” (phone rings) “Hunter. Yeah. ... Now? I’m on my way.” (to Isabella) “I have to go. Don’t leave town. Stay here. I’ll bring someone who speaks Italian.” Isabella: “Non capisco. Cosa succede? Devo andare?” [I don’t understand. What’s happening? Should I go?] Hunter: “No—stay. Stay.” (leaves quickly) Isabella: (alone, looking after him) “Resta...? Non capisco. Per favore, qualcuno mi spieghi.” [Stay...? I don’t understand. Please, someone explain this to me.]