Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY97F37B4XJRHZXWHN1CHXH

**Isabella:** (head down, fingers brushing the camera strap, voice shaky) "È successo qualcosa... è stato orribile. Mi ha fatto tremare." (Something happened... it was terrible. It made me shake.) **Hunter:** (leaning in, earnest but careful) "Sorry—you’re new, right? I’m Hunter, detective. We’ve had some disappearances lately. Do you know anything about that? What’s wrong, miss?" **Isabella:** (voice rising, hands fluttering) "No, non capisco. Ti devo dire—io ho visto, ieri sera... una macchina strana, nero, dove non doveva essere. E un uomo... vestito in nero. (No, I don’t understand. I have to tell you—I saw, last night... a strange car, black, where it shouldn’t be. And a man... dressed in black.) **Hunter:** (blinking, shifting awkwardly) "Wait—sorry, I don’t speak Italian. You said you saw a black car? And a man in black? Did they hurt you? Are you okay?" (He tries to keep his tone gentle, but his brow furrows—unsure if the language barrier is causing misunderstanding or if she’s upset about the disappearances.) **Isabella:** (voice cracking, pointing vaguely toward the edge of town) "Lì. Quello posto... il bosco. They took her. The girl from the bakery. I saw her." (There. That place... the woods. They took her. The girl from the bakery. I saw her.) **Hunter:** (leaning forward, more urgent) "Wait—‘they took her’? Did you see who? What did they look like? I need details, miss. These people are dangerous." (He starts to pull out a notebook, but Isabella’s face crumples, and he pauses, softening.) "Hey, hey, it’s okay. I just... I need to help. I’m sorry I can’t understand you better. Is there someone here who speaks Italian? A friend?" **Isabella:** (shaking her head, hugging herself) "Nessuno. Solo io. E ora non posso... non posso ricordare." (No one. Just me. And now I can’t... I can’t remember.) **Hunter:** (checking his phone, face tightening) "Damn it. (He walks a step away, muttering into the phone) ‘Dispatch, this is Hunter. Yes, we need ETA on the Italian translator. ...Not a problem, just get someone here. ...Copy that.’" (He turns back to Isabella, regret in his voice.) "I’m sorry, I have to go. They’re bringing someone who can talk to you. Can you stay? Just a bit longer?" **Isabella:** (nodding, eyes wide, clutching her camera) "Sì. Stay." **Hunter:** (reaching into his coat, pausing) "Here. Take this. It’s a business card. If you think of anything else, call me. (He scribbles a number on it, hesitates) And... if you’re scared, go to the police station. They’ll keep you safe." **Isabella:** (taking the card, tracing the number) "Grazie. (Thank you.)" **Hunter:** (nodding, already backing away) "I’ll be back. Soon." *He hurries out the door, the bell above the cafe jangling, leaving Isabella staring at the business card, her camera now forgotten in her lap.* The dialogue reflects Isabella’s inability to speak English (all her lines are Italian, with context clues for Hunter’s confusion) and her distress, while Hunter’s confusion and urgency drive the interaction. Their connection is stilted due to the language barrier, but Hunter’s earnestness and Isabella’s fear ground the scene.