JUDGE WITHERSPOON: You expect me to invade Mr. Acheson's privacy based upon a five-year-old fingerprint that was manipulated on a computer?
GRISSOM: It wasn't manipulated -- it was processed. That's what we do.
JUDGE WITHERSPOON: Try getting that one past a defense attorney. It's one thing to send a print through AFIS; it's another thing to use ... a "background subtraction algorithm" to isolate the print from a bedspread.
GRISSOM: It's not my fault that the courts lag behind our technology.
JUDGE WITHERSPOON: Gil. I'm sympathetic to your request, but if I grant a warrant based upon this print, and the print is later thrown out of court, then everything you find as a result of it would be excluded, and your pattern rapist could be back on the street. Give me something else -- I'll be happy to grant you a warrant.
GRISSOM: Your honor, I need the warrant in order to find something else.
JUDGE WITHERSPOON: You'll find another way.
OFFICER AKERS: Kind of like bird-watching, ain't it?
GREG: I wouldn't know.
OFFICER AKERS: You bored?
GREG: I'm bored.
OFFICER AKERS: So, I got a question. I hear the killer completely wiped down the crime scene. So why do you think he left his semen behind? Could've worn a condom.
GREG: Well, before committing a crime, a typical serial rapist will often masturbate to his perfect rape-murder fantasy. Didn't wear a condom then, didn't want to wear one during the act. Besides, the DNA isn't on file. It wasn't much of a risk.
OFFICER AKERS: Litterbug.
GREG: CSI's don't mind the bugs.
GREG: If the DNA on this cup matches the seminal DNA, Grissom won't need a warrant. We'll be making an arrest.
YVONNE HAWKINS: We're not unfit parents. Please, we just want to speak with our son.
MARTIN HAWKINS: We called the detective, but no one will tell us anything.
NICK: Right now your son's under investigation.
YVONNE HAWKINS: What?
NICK: Yeah, the detective asked him if he wanted a parent or advocate present at the interrogation. He's fourteen years old, so it's his right to say no.
MARTIN HAWKINS: But he's just a kid. I mean, he just lost his brother.
YVONNE HAWKINS: Matt's sensitive. He doesn't handle stress well. If we-we-we could just talk to *域名隐藏* may need a change of clothes.
NICK: Were those his clothes in the washer?
YVONNE HAWKINS: Yeah.
NICK: Okay, we'll see what we can do about getting him something to wear.
WARRICK: In the meantime, if you could just answer the question.
YVONNE HAWKINS: You want to know about that homeless guy?
WARRICK: Yeah.
YVONNE HAWKINS: He's nuts. He-he scared the boys once or twice, but ...
WARRICK: How did he scare them?
MARTIN HAWKINS: Ty saw him writing something on the window.
NICK: Was it "brat"?
MARTIN HAWKINS: Yeah. I chased him away. Matt ... cleaned off the window.
NICK: That would explain the shoe impressions outside the bedroom window.
YVONNE HAWKINS: You're thinking that that guy had something to do with what happened?
NICK: Well, that's what we're trying to find out.
YVONNE HAWKINS: Oh, God. I knew we should've called the cops.
WARRICK: When was the last time that you saw him?
MARTIN HAWKINS: I jog through that park every evening. Um, he's got this, uh ... makeshift tent thing set up by the playground.
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): What? Hey! Stop it!
OFFICER: Come on! Get up!
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): Let me ... let me go!
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): Let go of me! Stop it!
OFFICER METCALF: Hey, what's your name?
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): What?
OFFICER METCALF: Tell the gentlemen your name.
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): Walter! My name is Walter!
NICK: Walter, that's a nice blue sweater. Where'd you get it?
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): What?
NICK: I said I like your sweater -- where'd you get it?
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): It's mine!
NICK: Oh, it's yours?
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): Yes, this is my sweater!
WARRICK: Whose blood is it on your sweater, Walter?
WALTER (HOMELESS MAN): Huh?
WARRICK: We're gonna give you a nice warm place to sleep tonight, partner.
[2005年 6月29日 20 : 43]
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