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[Door creaks]

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[Gun cocks]

[Gunshot]

[Footsteps pounding]

[Gun cocks]

[Gunshot]

[Footsteps crunching]

[Gun cocks, gunshot]

[Cell doors clanging]

[Men shouting indistinctly]

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[Keys jangling]

[Siren wails]

Man: There is all the difference in the world

between the career criminal

who sets out deliberately to burgle a house

and a terrified homeowner

who acts to protect himself and his home.

[Dog barking]

Reporter: Once at the home of the farmer Tony Martin

the pair broke into the property,

and very quickly, the gunshots began.

Reporter #2: He did shoot the teenage boy,

but to many people, he did nothing more

than exercise the right to protect his property.

Man #2: I reckon they should just forget the law

and just let people take it into their own hands nowadays

'cause it's the only way it's gonna work.

[Camera shutter clicking]

Man #3: The law says, as in any other case

where you claim self-defense, you must act reasonably.

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[Door clanging]

Guard: Mr. Martin.

[Men shouting in background]

[Door slams]

[Shouting continues]

[Banging]

[ Distorted shouting]

Ah. [Sniffles]

[Clears throat]

[Shouting continues]

Mr. Martin, come in. Have a seat.

[ Distorted footsteps]

[Recorder emits long beep]

[Door slams]

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The time is 13:54.

I'm Detective Constable Peters,

and my colleague interviewing with me is...

Detective Sergeant Newton.

Right. Mr. Martin, can you introduce yourself

by giving your full name and date of birth, please?

My name is Anthony Edward Martin,

and I was born on the 16th of December, 1944.

At the moment, you have declined

to have a legal representative.Yes.

Peters: Is there any reason why you don't want to have

a solicitor at this time?

I've had a horrendous experience.

Are you okay now?

[Heavy breathing]

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Right. Well, I've got to caution you, Mr. Martin.

The caution is as follows.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand the caution? -Yes.

Can you just sign this form

to say that you consent to being interviewed

without the presence of a solicitor, just here?

Look.

[Sniffles]

Thanks very much, Mr. Martin.

Now, the offense for which you've been arrested

is attempted murder.

What, in your words, happened yesterday?

I really can't tell you.

Are you saying your memory is gone?

Why is it you can't tell us?

What do you remember about the incident?

I really can't tell you.

It's an absolute nightmare.

It's -- I just --

Is it because you don't want to tell us, Mr. Martin?

I was asleep, and I heard a noise.

And I've heard so many noises over the years

that, really, I just don't want to ponder on it at the moment.

[Breathes shakily]

It's so horrendous.

You're so vulnerable.

There is nobody to help you.

Whereabouts were you asleep?

You're on your own.

I was up in the bedroom.

Where did you hear the noises?

I don't know.

I just live in one room.

I've never been so afraid in all my life.

I hate to admit it.

I don't know whether it's a failing to say that,

but I really...

absolutely terrified.

I just don't wish to discuss it any more today.

Thank you very much.

I just want...

I just want solace.

I wanted it for so long.

I can't get any peace.

Well, can you describe where you live, please?

I live at a place called Bleak House.

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I live down a pea-gravel drive with lime trees.

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Okay. So we've established that

you were upstairs having a sleep.

I'd gone to bed for the night.

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The noise you heard downstairs inside the house --

what do you do next?

I really don't want to talk about it.

[ Distorted banging]

Have you got a shotgun?

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Well, I mean, that's not talking about it.

I mean, that -- that's a simple question.

You either have or have not got a shotgun.

I just -- I just don't want to talk about it anymore today.

See, we need some answers to our questions

because from our inquiries so far,

we believe you were responsible

for shooting a man by the name of...

Brendon Fearon.

Well?

Did you shoot anybody last night?

What if I were to put it to you

that you said to, uh, Paul Leet,

"They were in my house.

I don't know who they were,

but they had pulled a window out"?

Was that right?

Well, I don't really know.

When you say, "they," what do you mean?

We've only got one man injured.

Well, there were people talking.

How many?

I don't know. There was more than one.

Inside the house or outside the house?

Inside the house.

You told Paul Leet

you shot somebody last night.

You shot at them.

All we want to know is, what did you use to shoot at them?

Where were them, and why did you shoot at them?

That's what we want to know

because you're the person with a gun pulling the trigger.

We just need to know your account

of what occurred yesterday that resulted in a man

staggering to the Leets' with serious shotgun wounds.

[ Distorted banging]

You also, I believe, said,

"If the judges lock them up,

they wouldn't have to lock me up for what I did."

Well, I don't know what I did say.

I think you're being slightly evasive here, Mr. Martin.

I am not being evasive about anything. I don't --

Well, you're being selective, aren't you?

Well, no. I don't even know what you're talking about,

about being selective.

You are, because you're being selective

about what you care to remember

and who you care to remember it to.

You're prepared to talk to Paul Leet about this matter,

but you are not prepared to talk to us.

[Sighs]

My life's a nightmare.

I've had a lot of nightmares in my life.

I've had a lot of things pull me right down,

but I tell you, this is something...

[Sighs]

Well, tell us about this.

I just can't handle it.

I'd just rather go back to my cell and read Churchill.

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Mr. Martin, would you like to speak to a solicitor?

I just want some peace. I'm very tired.

Mr. Martin, you have --

That's the end of this conversation.

I don't want to relive it.

Well, at some stage, you're gonna have to relive it.

No, no. I don't have to do anything.

I told you before, I was terrified.

Terrified about what?I can't tell you that now

'cause you'll turn it and twist it.

We won't twist anything.

We're -- we're not here to judge.

We're here to gather evidence and let somebody else decide.

Take me to Norwich Prison. Get rid of me, out of the way.

-Mr. Martin! -I wish I was in China.

They'd put a bullet in my bloody head,

and I'll be finished, out the way.

I'm finished. This conversation is finished.

May I please go back to the cell?

You will shortly.

[Sighs]

Come on. You're a man of the world.

You're a man of principles.

And you've let yourself down, haven't you?

You've become something that you despise,

haven't you, really, Mr. Martin?

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Hilary: I have a son, Anthony Martin.

He lives at Bleak House, Smeeth Road.

He's lived there for about the last 20 years...

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...on his own.

The house and contents were left to him by his aunt on her death.

[ Distorted voices]

Earlier this year, someone stole items from Anthony's house.

[ Dog barking]

He was very upset.

Since that event, he has talked more and more

about his worries and fears.

My son has always been very highly strung

and has a tendency to worry about things.

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[Keys jangling]

[Door opens]

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At 2300 hours on Friday, the 20th of August,

police were called to a house in Hungate,

where a man was found suffering from gunshot wounds.

You, Mr. Martin, were arrested

on suspicion of attempted murder.

You were interviewed by myself

and Detective Sergeant Newton about that offense.

Now, unbeknown to us,

at the time of your interview,

the body of a young man was discovered by the police

in the grounds of your home --

Fred Barras.

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[ Distorted high-pitched ringing]

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[Door slams]

[ Distorted clanging]

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[Birds chirping]

Woolf: On the night of the 20th of August, 1999,

Brendon Fearon and Freddy Barras were driven by a third man

to the vicinity of Bleak House.

[Engine starts]

Brendon Fearon was 30 and has a criminal record for burglary,

criminal damage, assault, and wounding.

Fred Barras was only 16.

He also had a number of findings of guilt

for dishonesty and bad or violent behavior.

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There was evidence that he had told an acquaintance

that he was planning a burglary on a remote farm in Norfolk.

[Car door slams]

[Footsteps approaching]

Woolf: Just down to the left here please, Mr. Martin.

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[Whispering indistinctly]

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[Recorder emits long beep]

So that everybody in this room knows what's happened,

you were arrested by me in your cell

on suspicion of this man's murder.

[Sniffs]

In order to assist my client today in recounting the offenses

which he's under arrest for, he has prepared some notes.

I would be grateful if, officers,

you could show a degree of forbearance

when he's going through those notes,

as you will appreciate it is a difficult time for him.

I must remind you, you are still under the caution

I gave you when we started the tape.

Do you remember? -Yes.

Will you now give us an account

of what occurred at your home on Friday evening?

Well, on this piece of paper

that I've been writing things on while asleep last night,

things are clearer. Um...

Well, ah, nothing is i-in order

in this statement that I'm making.

I-I'm just going from notes from paper, but, um...

Um...

I've had many threats over the years on my own property,

minding my own business.

I stopped reporting them to the police

because I felt that I was not being taken seriously.

Since I've had two previous break-ins this year in my house,

I don't go out very often, and, now I say,

all the time over the months and months and months of this

that it is a fearful place where I live.

[Sniffles]

I can only do it -- explain this,

the whole history of my life living at Bleak House.

Nobody comes into my house.

I'm not strange.

I want you to understand why.

I've never, ever discussed this,

not even with my mother,

not until about four or five years ago.

I do not want this to go public.

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We had a small cottage over at March.

[ Distorted laughter]

There was a man.

He used to stay with us.

As I got older -- I don't know what age,

I can't remember now...

...he used to try and molest me.

And that's had a great effect upon my life.

It made me very self-conscious when I was a youngster,

and I really thought people thought I was queer.

Now, some people say that people play on that,

but I've had the experience, and it doesn't leave you.

It is a scar.

And this is why -- one of the reasons

I live on my own.

Nobody ever comes into my house.

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What I would ask you now is,

will you give us your account of what occurred

at your home on Friday evening?

The gun, I've had for some time.

I only decided to use it

as I was sure people were coming up the stairs.

The only protection I had is

the top of the stairs is missing,

and the bottom of the stairs is missing.

I did it like that.I'm a little bit lost.

You're saying that there are stairs missing at the bottom,

and there are stairs missing at the top?

Yeah, but you can still get up the stairs.

I made it so you can still get up the staircase.

I suppose I am wrong in law.

Anybody should come in the house,

he shouldn't be a thief, and he fell down the stairs,

he'd sue me.

Better than where I am today.

[Sighs]

There's no lights in my house.

My bedroom that night was the only place there was a light.

I was sure people were coming up the stairs.

In fact, I really thought somebody was on the landing.

I went back to the bedroom to try and hide,

and then, there's this knock, knock, knock.

[ Knocking]

[ Banging and clattering]

So I took the gun out...

[ Gun cocks]

...loaded it, waited,

and it seemed like forever.

[ Door creaking]

Anthony: And at that stage --

we're talking in maybe trillionths of seconds --

I have to make decisions, and...

and I had no choice.

I walked out of the bedroom along the landing,

down the stairs -- halfway down the stairs --

and down there,

I see some reflection of some feet.

Now I see this light shine in my face, so what do I do?

Who is it?

And all of these things are all in a flash.

Then I just couldn't stand it any longer.

And then I... just let the gun off.

[ Heavy breathing]

[Gunshot]

Peters: Do you know how many times you fired the gun?

Can't remember.

[Gunshot]

-Until it was empty? -Until it was empty.

[Gunshot]

I ran up the stairs. Nobody followed me up.

I went into the bedroom.[ Door creaks]

I came back out, went down the stairs...

[ Footsteps pounding]

...looked around in that room.

There's nobody there.

Then I noticed the cupboard --

an oak cupboard.

There was a drawer open.

Then suddenly at my feet, I noticed

there was this holdall -- Adidas or something --

and there was some kind of silver in it.

And then I thought, "Well, how have they got in the house?"

I noticed on the garden side, the window is missing.

Then I got in my car, and I drove.

[ Engine starts]

[ Gun cocks]

Were you aware that you had

actually shot some people at this time?

No...

because all I knew was,

there was at least one person with a torch.

So you're saying you fired at the torch.

No. I fired below the torch.

In the direction of the torch but below that.

Below.

[Sighs]

Did you have the gun with you

when you went for your drive around?

[ Engine running]

Sorry?

Did you have your gun with you

when you went for your drive around?

[ Gun cocks]

Well, I didn't leave it in the house.

There might have been somebody still in the house.

I was looking for where these people had gone.

Did you find anybody?

No.

I, uh -- I never saw anybody at all.

I had a root around the garden.

I mean, you're relatively safe in a car.

And then I went 'round Paul Leet's

'cause I knew he'd had at least one break-in during daylight.

I thought I'd better go and tell,

so I told him what I thought might have happened.

Apparently, Mr. Leet tells you to phone the police.

According to our records, you didn't do so.

Well, I -- I didn't know what to do.

What do I do with this gun?

Went to see my mother.

I'm gonna have to give myself up,

and I wanted a little bit of time left

for a little bit of freedom

to get me into a state of rationality.

Then I hid it in her toilet.

You hid the gun in the toilet?

I didn't hideit.

I just put it in there, and I left.

And then I thought, "Shall I go home?"

No.

No, I didn't want to go home.

What was there to go home to?

You said you had to give yourself up.

For what?

What did you think you'd done,

other than discharge your gun?

Leet: One of my near neighbors is a man I know as Tony Martin.

[Telephone ringing]

About a week before the shooting,

we struck up a conversation,

and somehow, the subject of burglaries came up.

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I remember Tony saying words to the effect

that if he caught anyone trying to burgle him again...

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[Car doors slam]

...he would shoot them.

Michelle.

I would describe Tony as an eccentric

whose behavior does not conform to what I consider normal.

He wasn't a man who showed fear,

and I believe Tony could lose his temper quickly.

He could be intimidating to people he didn't like.

[Recorder emits long beep]

[Door opens]

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[Knock at door]

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I do not think he himself could be easily intimidated.

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Is that the gun that you used?

It looks like it. Yes.

That's the gun that was recovered.

Well, I don't really remember much about it.

But that is the gun that your mother handed to us, the police.

Okay, then.

I feel, reading back earlier,

I haven't made it clear to you that my horrendous experience --

this break-in with my gun and on the staircase --

I want to make it clear that when I fired my gun,

I genuinely thought my life was in danger.

I don't know whether I explained it to you

that this moment of seconds or however long it takes,

the torch pointed at me,

I really didn't know what was coming behind that.

We haven't asked any questions yet,

but we intend to.

The first question I want to ask you...

...where were you when you first heard

the intruders in your house?

-I was in your bed. -You were in your bed.

Yes.

-Were you asleep? -Yes.

So, obviously, the noise woke you up.

Yes. I just sort of turned over.

I mean, I actually sleep with my working clothes on,

and I've got my working boots on.

This is one of the oddities with me.

Ah, it does have advantages

that if something is to call unexpected,

it's better to be running around with shoes on

rather than trying to find and tie up shoes.

Peters: Right. And your first thoughts were of...surprise?

How would you describe it?

-Alarm. -Right.

Where was the shotgun?

Under my bed.

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So you lay there...

listening to noises.

You are fully dressed.

Can you describe to me what you do next?

Well...

my brain had already told me things weren't right.

Then I heard, like, a slithering.

Then there was a banging.

Then there was a smashing.

Then there was, uh, murmurings and...

[ Voice distorts indistinctly]

...bump!

Well...I lay there with rigor mortis,

and then I had to get down to reality.

I'd been broken into, I assumed.

Peters: Did you feel under the bed for the gun?

No. That was after I went out to the stairs where I saw

what looked like car lights or beams

coming up the stairs really bright.

I went back to the bedroom, and I had to make a decision,

and, I mean, the noise and the fear and the nightmare

that was upon me was just like being in a horror movie.

I couldn't ring anybody.

The phone is downstairs.

And I just frantically went and got the gun.

Where did you get the cartridges from?

Out of a bag.

-Where was the bag? -In the bedroom.

So you loaded the gun where?

-In the bedroom. -Right.

How did you go down the stairs?

Well, it is a bit dodgy.

You are talking about the top of the stairs.

There is a bit missing.

Mm, yeah, it was very dodgy with a gun.

Did you get to the bottom of the stairs?

No. You have to come down the stairs enough

to see into the hallway,

and that's about as far as I dared go.

So you correct me if I'm wrong.

You were on the stairway when you saw the men,

when you were holding your gun.

-Yes. -Somewhere, you think,

midway between up and down?

Wherever it was to give me vision to see.

Into the room, right?

Newton: You're halfway down the stairs.

You have the gun. What do you see?

Anthony: Pardon?

If you're halfway down the stairs,

you have the weapon in your hand, what do you see?

I see a torch.

One torch that you're aware of.

As far as I know, one torch.

Right. What happened next?

Well, there were mumblings.

You didn't catch the words that were being said...

-No. -...at any time?

-No. -Did anybody ever speak to you?

-No. -Did you ever speak to the man?

No.

Newton: Did you, at any time, warn or shout

to anybody that you were there?

-No. I -- I didn't do anything. -No.

You didn't think to do that?

No.

Were all the shots fired from the same position,

from halfway up the stairs?

Yes.

You didn't move at all?

No.

N-not that I know of.

What was your actual intention

when you went down with the gun?

My intention was,

I was in fear of my life

or of being very badly maimed or beaten up or anything.

All those things crossed my mind.

It seemed to me that the gun was the safest way for me.

And I didn't know why that torch just kept on

peering at me for so long.

At that stage,

I didn't know what was going to happen.

Why didn't you fire a warning shot?

I really...

I just, as I said before,

I have had some experiences in my time,

and, you know, people can pop out from anywhere,

and I -- I didn't even --

Why didn't you shout a warning?

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Um...

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Scrivener: Mr. Martin is a victim of crime.

He knew that an unknown number of people

had broken into his dark, isolated house that night.

[Thunder rumbles]

He did not know if they were armed.

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He was in a situation

where he had to make some desperate decisions.

What would you do?

The wrong decision on his part

could lead him to suffer serious injury or even death.

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[Sighs]

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This case is about self-defense, a right all citizens have.

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Ahhh.

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[Recorder emits long beep]

Peters: This interview is being tape-recorded,

and the time is now 1452 hours.

At what stage did you realize

that someone had been hit, someone had been shot?

I never realized anybody had been shot.

Newton: But did nobody scream or shout for help?

Nothing, not a thing.

You didn't hear anything at all?

No shouts, no moans, no screams?

The only noise I heard was the blast of a gun.

You heard not even a shout?

Anthony: Nope.

Did you realize you'd hit anybody at all?

I heard no noise at all.

Why didn't you phone the police?

I suppose it's because whatever happened at the time,

I hadn't got a gun license, and I didn't know how I stood.

Newton: Mr. Martin, that's the least of your problems, isn't it?

Whether you've got a gun license or not?

I know I keep going back to this,

and this is my last question on this particular point.

Did you actually give them a chance to surrender?

I stood there.

I assume they saw me,

and I don't know how long this moment was,

and that torch was put on me,

and that seemed like forever.

And nobody said a word.

Nobody moved or did anything.

So they didn't come towards you?

Anthony: I don't know what they did.

You said nobody moved.

Well, I said --

They didn't come towards you,

but you still fired the gun.

I fired the gun after I got to the point...

um...

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I was in a very -- I don't know how to put it --

in a very regrettable position.

I don't know if that's the right way to put it,

but that was the position.

I don't know what else to say.

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Woman: Anthony Edward Martin, the charge is of murder,

that on the 20th of August, 1999, at Bleak House,

Smeeth Road, Emneth, you murdered Fred Barras.

You do not have to say...

[Indistinct voices overlapping]

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[Men shouting indistinctly]

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-Guilty! -Murder.

Reporter: Killer. Guilty of murder, yeah?

[Cellphone rings]

Well, the jury had been deliberating for nine hours.

They came back into court within the past couple of minutes.

On the first charge of murder,

murdering 16-year-old Fred Barras,

the jury foreman stood up and said

that they'd found him guilty on a majority of 10 to 2.

The court was told that

Brendon Fearon had told the police

that as the gunfire began, he heard Fred Barras shout out,

"He's got me. I'm sorry. Please don't,"

and then finally, the word, "Mum."

Now, as this was read out to the court,

many of the Barras family,

who were sitting in the public gallery,

broke down in tears.

They heard the court told that Fred Barras died

within two minutes of being shot,

and he suffered a gunshot wound to the back.

When the foreman of the jury said one word, "guilty,"

Tony Martin looked astonished.

I genuinely don't think it crossed Tony Martin's mind,

quite frankly,

but he may possibly end up in jail for what he did.

[Siren wailing]

Anthony: Oh, Christ. Well, then.

Oh.

[Birds chirping]

[Hollow thud]

I wonder what's in there.

I wonder what's in there.

Man: When's the last time you were in there?

When I left...

on August 20th, 1999.

You've never been in the house since?

No.

No.

Your -- your house is boarded up now.

-Yes. -But you can't live here now?

I could do if I wanted to.

Man: Why don't you?

I don't want to get locked up.

What -- what you mean by that?

Well, it's simple. If I'm in the house

and somebody comes in the house,

I'm going to look after myself.

If you think I'm gonna stand there and ask them

what they're doing, I'm not that stupid.

Well, given everything that's happened to you.

Yes. When you start to run, you'll be forever running,

so you have to stand your ground.

I'd been very fearful for a long time in that house,

and all of a sudden,

the fear went,

and I took my life back for a while, for a few hours.

Man: The fact that this boy died --

does that weigh heavy?

He wasn't a boy. He was a young man.

-Does it weigh heavy, though? -No.

No, I don't even think about it. Um, I obviously --

basically, I sympathize for the mother saying,

"Well, I only had one boy, and now he's dead,"

but it's no good blaming me.

When I was his age,

I lived at Redmoor with my grandparents.

I didn't go around breaking in bloody houses

60 miles down the road.

With me, it was diminished responsibility,

and there's nothing diminished about me.

And with a burglar, well...

what goes around comes around.

I'll tell you what I did have.

It was very interesting once to me.

There was a young chap in prison,

and they're all over 21,

but he seemed more, like, about 18, and I...

You don't ask questions

unless it's the right time,

and I found out he was a burglar

breaking people's houses, and I said to him,

"Why do you break in people's houses?"

He said, "Well," he says, "that's the way things are."

And when he walked away, [chuckles]

I don't know whether it's giving the game away

whether you think I'm mental or not.

When he walked away, I went, "Bang!" like that,

and [laughs] he's walking away now.

No, it's only my fingers.

Just went, "Bang!" like that.

He said, "Well, what's all this?"

I said, "That's how things are, boy."

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