Here is the dialogue as a voice sheet. *** **Isabella:** *(Muttering to herself quietly in Italian, scrolling through photos on her camera, her brow furrowed)* Non ha senso... l'ombra... **Hunter:** *(His voice is calm but firm as he approaches her table)* Excuse me, ma'am? Mind if I join you for a second? **Isabella:** *(Looks up, startled. She offers a small, confused smile)* Prego? **Hunter:** *(Doesn't wait for an answer, pulling up a chair)* Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the disappearance of Mr. Gable. I was told you spend a lot of time by the old apple bridge. **Isabella:** *(Shakes her head, her smile fading as she realizes she can't understand him)* Mi scusi, non capisco. Io... non parlo inglese. Solo italiano. **Hunter:** *(He frowns, his no-nonsense posture softening slightly with confusion)* Right. Italian. Okay. *(He speaks slower, exaggerating his words)* Man. Gone. Poof. Did you... see... anything? **Isabella:** *(Her eyes widen. The word "man" and his gesture get through. Her expression clouds over with fear. She grips her camera tightly)* Un uomo? Sì... sì! Io ho visto! Dio mio, è stato terribile. **Hunter:** *(Leans forward, intrigued by her sudden change in demeanor)* What? What was terrible? Can you show me? In your... camera? *(He points to the device in her hands)* **Isabella:** *(Nods frantically, her hands trembling slightly as she scrolls to a specific set of photos. They are dark, blurry, taken from a distance. She turns the screen to him)* Ho provato a fare una foto, ma era buio. C'era un'auto vicino al ponte. E due uomini. Stavano litigando. Uno era... molto spaventato. **Hunter:** *(Squints at the small screen, trying to make out the shapes)* I can't... see much of anything here. A car, maybe? Two men? *(He looks from the camera back to her face, trying to read her expression)* What are you trying to tell me? One man... angry? One man... scared? *(He gestures to himself, making an angry face, then points to an imaginary person and makes a scared face)* **Isabella:** *(Nods vigorously, relieved he's starting to understand)* Sì, sì! L'uomo più anziano, lui aveva paura. L'altro... era un'ombra alta, arrabbiata. L'ha spinto. Poi... non l'ho più visto. Sono scappata via. *(Her voice cracks at the end, the memory clearly upsetting her)* **Hunter:** *(He senses her distress. His tone becomes a little softer, more patient)* Okay, easy now. He pushed him? And then... gone? *(His phone buzzes sharply. He glances at it, his expression instantly hardening back to professional focus)* Dammit. *(He answers)* Hunter... Yeah, I heard. Where? Understood. I'm five minutes out. **Hunter:** *(He stands abruptly, holstering his phone. He looks at Isabella, his frustration with the situation evident)* Look... uh... Signora. Stay put. Don't go anywhere. I need to go, but I'll be back. We need to talk. I'll... I'll find a translator. Just... stay here. Okay? **Isabella:** *(Watches him, looking lost and more frightened than before as he rushes away)* Aspetti! Per favore! Cosa sta succedendo? Dove va?