CAPTION: We find Melanie sitting at a cafe table, looking at her camera. Hunter approaches her. Melanie: *through tears* "Es ist so traurig." [It's so sad.] Hunter: *confused* "What's sad? Talk to me." Melanie: "I saw them last night. Flying away in the dark." *she sobs* Hunter: "Who is flying away?" Melanie: "The rotor blades. Up there on the corner of the bank." Hunter: "The bank? What bank?" *frustrated* Melanie: "The rotors are turning. They want to lift off." Hunter: "Lift off? What is going on?" *trying to understand* Melanie: "Yes, yes." *crying harder* "I see them all the time. Always flying around." Hunter: "I have no idea what you're talking about. You've got to give me something real." *getting frustrated* Melanie: "The black helicopter. It's been here for weeks. Every night it comes." Hunter: "A helicopter? Over the bank?" Melanie: "Yes. And last night I saw… *sobs* I saw the rotors turning fast." Hunter: "What did you see? You've got to give me a straight answer." Melanie: "The black helicopter. The rotors on top are spinning. Slow at first, then fast. Real fast." Hunter: "This is crazy talk. Why is it important?" Melanie: "I think it's smuggling drugs. Or people. You must do something soon, before it's too late." Hunter: *sighs heavily* "I'm going to call this in. I hope you're talking about a literal helicopter, girl." *represented by ...*