Of course. Here is the scene as a voice sheet. *** **Isabella:** *(Murmuring to herself in Italian, looking at the small screen of her camera)* ...no, no, non è possibile. L'ombra... proprio lì... **Hunter:** Ma'am? Excuse me. Mind if I sit? **Isabella:** *(Looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide. She doesn't understand)* ...Scusi? **Hunter:** I'm Detective Hunter. Alborn P.D. I was told you were taking photographs down by Miller's Creek yesterday evening. **Isabella:** *(Shakes her head, a gesture of confusion, clutching her camera tighter)* Non capisco. Io non... parlo inglese. Mi dispiace. **Hunter:** Right. Of course. Look, I'm just trying to find out if you saw anything. Anything... unusual. A man, maybe? Arthur Abernathy? Older fella, always wears a green jacket? **Isabella:** *(Her face drains of color at the mention of a man. Her voice trembles as she begins speaking, rapid and panicked)* Oh, mio Dio... l'uomo. Sì, ho visto un uomo! Era così spaventato... correva! Ho visto la sua faccia, solo per un secondo. C'era un'altra persona, un'ombra tra gli alberi. Non ho potuto vederla bene. Era buio, ma c'era qualcosa di... sbagliato. Terribilmente sbagliato! **Hunter:** *(Leans back, holding up a hand)* Whoa, whoa. Easy there. I'm sorry, I didn't get a word of that. Not one. **Isabella:** *(Frustrated, shaking her head. She points desperately at her camera)* La fotografia! Guardi! Per favore... guardi! **Hunter:** The camera? You got a picture? **Isabella:** *(Nods vigorously, her hands shaking as she fumbles with the buttons to find the right image. She turns the camera around to show him)* Ecco! Lì! Vede? Quell'uomo... e... e quello! **Hunter:** *(Leans in close, squinting at the small screen. He sees a blurry shot of an older man in a green jacket looking over his shoulder, his face a mask of terror. Deeper in the background, a darker shape is barely distinguishable from the trees)* My God. Is that... Arthur? And what is that back there? **Isabella:** *(Her voice is a strained whisper)* L'ombra. The... shadow. **Hunter:** The shadow... Yeah. I see it. Ma'am, I'm going to need to take a look at these pictures. The originals. **Isabella:** *(Pulls the camera back protectively)* No, no! È mia! È... importante. **Hunter:** I know it is. It's evidence. We just need to… *(His phone buzzes loudly. He sighs and pulls it out, glancing at the screen)* Hunter... Yeah. Where? Understood. I'm on my way. **Isabella:** *(Watches him, her expression a mix of fear and confusion)* **Hunter:** *(Stands up, looking back down at her. He pulls a card from his wallet and a pen, scribbling an address on the back)* Look. Police station. You, me, and someone who speaks... that. Italian. We need to talk. Properly. Okay? I promise you'll get your camera back. **Isabella:** *(Takes the card hesitantly, staring at the address)* Polizia? **Hunter:** Yeah. Police. Please. It's important. I have to go. Don't leave town.