Isabella: "Non capisco, amico. Volete le mele? È per questo che siamo qui? Le mele non rispondono." (I don't understand, friend. Do you want the apples? Is that why we are here? The apples don't answer.) Hunter: "I'm sorry, do you speak English? I'm Detective Hunter. I was wondering if you could tell me about the woman who was last seen near the orchard. Do you know where she went?" Isabella: "Non è qui. Sono tornata nel lago. L'acqua ha bevuto tutto. Non c'era nessuna donna, solo un uomo che mi guardava dalla macchina." (She isn't here. I went back to the lake. The water drank it all. There was no woman, only a man looking at me from the car.) Hunter: "Okay, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't speak Italian. You seem very frightened. Can you describe that man?" Isabella: "Lui non aveva il naso. E il suo sguardo... era freddo come il ghiaccio del Minnesota. Niente sentimenti." (He didn't have a nose. And his look... was cold like Minnesota ice. No feelings.) Hunter: "I understand. That sounds serious. Please, if you speak English, please try. But I have a call I have to take right now." Isabella: (Shaking her head, looking at her camera lens). "Niente inglese. Il tempo cambia. La pioggia è grigia ora." Hunter: "Right. Okay. I have to go." (Hunter pulls his phone out from his jacket pocket). Hunter: "Hunter." Isabella: "..." Hunter: "..."