G: Mrs. Clemonds?
C: Yes?
G: My name is Gil Grissom. I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
C: Crime lab?
G: May I come in for a minute?
C: Okay. My son is deaf. ____.
G: ____.
C: Yes.
G: Mrs. Clemonds, I'm here about your son Brian. There's no easy way to say this.
C: Oh, god, please, no.
G: Brian was killed tonight.
C: No, no, no. This is my fault.
G: No. No, it's not.
C: ____. It's my fault.
G: No, Mrs. Clemonds ... ____.
C: Murdered?
G: Would you like to talk to a Family Services Counselor?
C: ____, Mr. Grissom. Just find out who did this to my boy. Please.

That bell is connected to the doorbell The bell sets off vibrations which reverberate on the floorboards so that he knows someone's at the door When I was pregnant, I had the German measles and the virus took away his hearing we think he might have been murdered Talking is overrated