Isabella: [in Italian, troubled] "Mi dispiace, non parlo Inglese. Ma, posso aiutare? Non ho fatto nulla di male." [Translation: I'm sorry, I don't speak English. But I can help? I didn't do anything wrong.] Hunter: [confused, speaking slowly] "Slow down, ma'am. I don't understand a word you're saying. Are you a tourist? Do you have any ID?" Isabella: [frustrated, speaking slowly and clearly] "Io... non... parlo... Inglese." [I... don't... speak... English], pointing to herself and then to her camera. "Fotografia. Italia." [Photography. Italy.] Hunter: [taking out his notepad and pen] "You're a photographer, from Italy? Okay, I think I'm starting to understand. Were you here for the Apple Festival? Just nod if yes." [Isabella nods] "Good, that's a start. Now, what were you doing at the festival, and did you see anything unusual?" Isabella: [more relaxed, realizing he's trying to help] She explains in Italian that she's a student, studying abroad, and her passion for landscape photography. "Festival? Si, ero la per le foto. Ma, non ho visto niente strano. Solo la gente felice e le mele." [Yes, I was there to take photos. But I didn't see anything strange, just happy people and apples.] [They continue like this for a while, Hunter asking simple yes or no questions, and Isabella responding in Italian with occasional English words or phrases that she knows. Eventually, his phone rings, and he listens, his face hardening.] Hunter: [to Isabella] "Scusi, I have to take this. It's about a case I'm working on. Thanks for your time, and sorry for the confusion." [He gives a slight nod and turns to leave, answering the call.] "Talk to me." [Isabella remains seated, a little puzzled but relieved, watching Hunter as he walks away and answers the call. Fade out on the café scene.]