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Police Investigator: The time is 11:37 am, recording at Walton Lane Police station I’m
here with Ann and Robert Thompson. Can you
state your name and age for the records please
Robert?
ROBERT: Because you think I took him, that boy, that kid
JON: Yes.
POLICEMAN: Yes?
POLICEMAN: Yes?
POLICEMAN: It’s okay Jon, let’s not talk about that now. I
want to talk about something else.
JON: Yes.
JON: Yes.
JON: Yeah.
JON: Yeah.
JON: Fine.
JON: Robert take his aram and drag him here, I know
somewhere to find his mummy.
ROBERT: No.
POLICEMAN: There was paint on your clothes. You were with
Jon all the time, wernt you?
ROBERT: Yes.
ROBERT: It splashes.
POLICEMAN: Tiny, tiny drops, you cant even see them, can
splash and..
ROBERT: What?
ROBERT: Yeah.
ROBERT: I dunno.
POLICEMAN: He did, and you may have got paint on your
jacket too. Where did the paint come from?
ROBERT: I dunno.
ROBERT: Why?
JON: What about that one over there, the bigger one.
NARRATOR: Jamie tried to get up. His bruised and broken
young body trying to hold his weight, fighting
against the unbeatable fight. The two boys
tower over him like two teachers at school.
JON: Yeah.
JON: Yeah.
POLICEMAN: Was it the paint you stole from the shops, the
blue one?
JON: Yeah.
POLICEMAN: Why did he throw the paint at the little boy Jon.
POLICEMAN: Did he throw the paint at his eye. Can you point
at the eye you think he threw it in for me Jon?
JON: Yes.
JON: Blubbered.
POLICEMAN: Blubbered?