It's hard to imagine what the audio would say.
'Guys, could you please hold the bra clasp in your dirty gloves, give it a good rub, shine some torches on it, pass it around, then put it on the floor'.
I provided a translation back in August on the West Seattle Herald thread. My Italian is a bit basic, so I might not have caught all the idioms.
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I don't think we're going to find any citations regarding the test(s) that uncovered Raffaele's DNA on Meredith's bra clasp, unless Mignini and his minions were audio-taping themselves along about the middle of December, when one of them slapped himself on the forehead and said, "Doh! We don't have any evidence against Sollecito!"
"Mamma mia, what do we do now?!" exclaimed another Perugian genius, who, with his
collaboratori, had taken the full six weeks to realize that a knife from Raffaele's kitchen didn't put him at the murder scene unless it had Raffaele's DNA on it as well as Amanda's.
"Well, look," says Mignini. "I'm stupid, and you're all stupid, so the rest of the world must be stupid, too, right?" A murmur of smug agreement passes through the crowd.
"All's we have to do is go over to the crime scene, find something, and SAY Raffaele's DNA is on it. Who's gonna question us? Nobody in Perugia, that's for sure! Just in case, though, let's bring a camcorder and tape the "discovery" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) for those damn nosy Americans."
If you have ever seen the videotape, you know the whole thing was played completely for laughs -- broad, broad slapstick. There's no sound, but you can kind of make up the dialog as you go along.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMaTI0SiuLw
"Whoa, is that a bra clasp?"
"Heck, I think that IS a bra clasp!"
"Well, lemme turn it over in my fingers a bunch of times, to see if it changes into something that's not a bra clasp."
"Nope, still looks like a bra clasp to me."
"Here, you hold it, what do you think?"
"Well, lemme turn it over in MY fingers a few more times, just to give the camera a better angle.... well, I'll be -- it's still a bra clasp!"
"Wait, shine this really bright flashlight on it, see if anything happens."
"Hmmm. Nope, still a bra clasp."
"Well, put it back on the floor by this tag with the letter Y, that'll make it look like that's where we found it."
"Keep the camera and the flashlight on it for another thirty seconds, in case we didn't get a enough pictures of it in the first two minutes of this video."
"Hey, I got an idea, Larry -- crush it with your foot!!"
"HAR, HAR, HAR, knock it off, Curly!"
"Okay, okay, come on, guys, let's pick it back up and put it the plastic bag to 'take to the lab.'" (stifles a chuckle)
"Watch it! Don't let it touch the sterile plastic bag -- you might knock off some of the stuff we got all over it from our gloves and the floor."
(Aside from the over-handling, that poor little scrap had so much heat pointed at it it's hard to believe whatever DNA might have been on there originally didn't melt or fry.)
Next step? Mignini calls Stefanoni -- "Hey, Patti? Do you have any pictures of what Sollecito's DNA looks like?"
"Sure, the one from when we first took him in. You know -- the one we compared to every single solitary DNA test we did but could never come up with a match?"
"Oh yeah, that one. Great! Well, look, I've got a match for ya now. Work your magic and make a copy of that picture, but label it 'bra clasp DNA,' okay?" I'll hang on to the bra clasp; you just send me the paperwork. Are we good?"
"You betcha, Chief!"
(Yeah, she's a little bit of a Sarah Palin wannabe -- who isn't?)
http://www.westseattleherald.com/20...motivation-document-first-english-tra?page=15