Fuck!
Aw! Fuck!
30 seconds to tape depletion.
25 seconds to tape depletion.
20 seconds to tape depletion.
Oh, no, no. No!
15 seconds to tape depletion.
10 seconds to tape depletion.
Tape will deplete in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Fuck!
Oh, damn!
24 hours in a day.
1,440 separate minutes
in which someone...
could meet their end
at the hands of someone who may
or may not look like me.
86,400 seconds...
in each and every one of which someone
could breathe their last.
All that time to be accounted for.
All 31,536,000 separate seconds
of life...
and death each and every year.
Monday the 13th of October, 2003.
First nine hours covered.
Will today be the day?
Things to remember. One.
Paranoia is a malfunction of
the ability to reason.
I can reason...
therefore I am not paranoid.
Things to remember. Two.
The principle characteristics of
the paranoid personality are delusions...
hostility, suspicions...
I am not deluded.
I am not suspicious.
I may be hostile, but that's only
because they are out to get me.
April the 18th, 1994.
Chaos erupted at
the high court today...
following the sensational collapse of
the trial against
alleged triple murderer, Sean Veil.
Citing a pre-trial barrage of biased
media reports...
as being prejudicial
to Mr. Veil's defense...
Lord Justice Gaghan threw
the case out
and lambasted those in charge
of the investigation...
Detective Inspector Louis Emeric and
criminal profiler Saul Seger...
for contriving
an investigative strategy...
that essentially amounted to
trial-by-tabloid.
What happened in the High Court today
was a tragedy.
For the Jasper family
justice has not been done.
Nor has it been seen to be done.
In the wake of this outcome...
and I stress the word outcome
not verdict...
I think it's important to remember
that the accused
was not cleared of this crime...
and that, while the file on the Jasper
murders will remain open...
the police are not currently looking for
anyone else in connection with it.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
I would just like to add...
that the pathology of the Jasper murders
suggests...
that the killer is highly likely to
strike again.
If and when he does, which I for one
predict he will...
let me take this opportunity to assure
him categorically...
that there will be no escape from
justice...
a second time.
Nine years, 11 months...
28 days...
and 1,553 murders since.
975 still unsolved.
How many more have they thought about
pinning on me?
Lindsey Martell?
Jacqueline Jones?
The Bolton Baby?
975 murders unsolved.
1,615 children without mothers.
10,323 brothers, sisters
friends and relatives all bereaved.
All thinking that maybe it was me.
Probing the psyche of sexual
predators...
of those who rob, rape, torture and
kill...
to exert their superiority...
over a world they are
otherwise unable to affect...
is not a job for the faint of heart.
You have to see how the killer sees...
think how he thinks.
In a very real sense
you have to enter his mind...
and become the killer.
In this country alone
there are some 600
such predators out there...
who have thus far escaped justice.
These men, and by far
the majority of them are men...
are living and working among us.
Expert at presenting a benign
and unthreatening face...
to the world they secretly loathe.
They are the husbands, fathers
sons and friends...
of ordinary working people.
Indeed, some could be sitting
among us here, today.
This book will help you recognize
the hidden signs...
that point to the darkness invisible...
in the hearts of Britain's
uncaught killers.
Killers who could be lying next to you
in bed at night...
dreaming of the time...
when they will strike again.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Now I'm happy to take a few questions.
Yes.
Mr. Seger, my name's Katie Carter.
I'm a reporter from Crime Wave.
I know who you are, Miss Carter.
I heard on the radio this morning
that your book's
being published to coincide
with the tenth anniversary of the murder...
the barbaric slaughter I should say
of Susan Jasper and her daughters.
Yet nowhere within it do you advance any new theories
as to who the suspect might be
or how he might be brought to justice.
There's a good reason for that
Miss Carter.
My book is about the uncaught
killers of unsolved crimes.
Yes.
But, I don't consider
the Jasper murders to be unsolved.
But you're saying you know
who the killer is.
I am saying that I stand by the opinion
I formed 10 years ago.
I am further saying
that the type of man...
who can turn a gun on a pair
of six-year-old twin girls
never mind their parents
is someone the public will always be
at risk from until
they're under lock and key
or six feet of earth.
In that case, Mr. Seger
would you accept
that it's your fault
he's out on the streets?
I beg your pardon!
If you hadn't attempted to entrap
Sean Veil into confessing
the trial against him would not
have collapsed.
The libel laws of this country
forbid me from openly expressing
my views on this case, young lady.
However, what I will say is this...
I remain confident
that time will prove me right on
the Jasper case...
as it has on so many others.
Now, if you don't mind
there are plenty of other people here
who would like to ask me some questions.
- I have a question!
- Call Security now!
How does an innocent man
get justice in this country?
How does he get his reputation back?
His sanity?
- Is this some kind of setup?
- You ought to know, Seger!
Your field of expertise, isn't it?
My field of expertise, as you, sir
know only too well...
lies in the accurate identification
of murder suspects...
from the painstaking analysis
of crime scene information.
The identification of suckers, you mean.
- Dupes, dupes!
- You were there, Veil!
You were in the vicinity!
You were seen.
I was out walking.
I wasn't doing anyone any harm.
I did nothing wrong.
I'm an innocent man!
I am an innocent man!
I did nothing wrong!
Shout it loudly enough, Veil
someone might believe you. Not me!
I know different.
I'm in there, Veil.
I'm inside your mind.
I know all the perverted fantasies
you harbor.
The dark dreams. I know you
better than you know yourself!
No! You leave me alone!
The Jasper killer is still out there!
I did nothing wrong!
Seger! You know that!
I suppose I ought to thank you, Miss Carter
for all the free publicity.
You're throwing out the wrong man!
I'm not the criminal here!
I'm not the one making
money out of murder!
You're the one getting jailed for real
if you come back!
Mr. Veil, I heard what you said up there.
Mr. Veil, I heard what you said up there.
- Is he recording this?
- Yes, but I can get him to turn it off.
- No! No!
- Really I don't mind.
I'm perfectly happy to talk off-camera.
Off-camera? So I have no evidence?
No alibi?
Nothing to prove where
I was at 3:30 this afternoon?
So I can be accused of something
someone else is doing
somewhere else right now?
No! No. I meant, please...
whatever suits you best.
I was just wondering
if I could have a quick word.
I don't give interviews.
Not without editorial control.
Words can be distorted, re-edited.
Things can be made to seem other
than what they are.
It wasn't an interview I had in mind, Mr. Veil.
Not in the conventional sense.
I've got to go.
Mr. Veil, wait, please!
Shit.
Things to remember. Three.
It's everywhere.
All around me. The threat.
Once you feel it, you never lose it.
They make sure of that.
It's a war of nerves. Constant.
Ongoing. Never-ending.
How can they think I'm a criminal...
when I spend my life ensuring
I'm seen?
When I seek out what others avoid?
When even my appearance is designed
to stick in people's minds?
If I could... I'd live here.
Set up home right on this spot
to be surveilled constantly.
To have my whereabouts known
to all and sundry.
The facts verifiable
undisputable, would be heaven.
Who's there?
I know there's someone there.
- You followed me.
- I've been waiting for you.
Where's your cameraman?
I sent him home hours ago
but I can always get him back.
No. I've already told you
my policy on interviews.
What about your policy
on reconstructions?
You're reconstructing
the Jasper murders.
Advance copy.
Due for transmission on the night
of the anniversary.
I thought you might like to take
a look at it.
So I can see myself being
stitched up again? Framed?
It's not that kind of reconstruction
Mr. Veil. Honestly.
- What other kind is there?
- Take a look and find out.
Am I in it?
- You're mentioned.
- But nobody's playing me?
- Brad Pitt was unavailable.
- What?
- Joke.
- I don't have time for this!
Fuck!
What I'm saying, Mr Veil
what I'm offering
is the chance for you
to play yourself!
No one likes to see an innocent man
entrapped by the police!
That's what I was.
What I am.
We could reconstruct your movements
on the night.
You could show us what you saw.
What you heard!
I didn't see anything.
Why are you so interested
in this case, anyway?
There are hundreds of unsolved murders
out there for you lot
to get your teeth into.
Even a cretin like Seger knows that.
Because Susan Jasper was my mother.
Moira and Maggie were my sisters.
I was staying at a friend's
the night it happened.
I don't believe you.
Then maybe you'll believe this.
Carter was my mother's maiden name.
I took it when I left school.
I'd never been allowed to work
on the Jasper case
if they'd known who I was.
Okay.
How many cameras are you running
in here?
In here?
Five.
In the entire place...
...90.
It was a crime
that shocked the nation.
Less than six hours after
this footage was filmed...
three of the family members
would be dead...
and a fourth would only survive after
extensive life-saving surgery.
For Susan Jasper, her husband Sam...
and their six-year-old twin daughters
Moira and Maggie...
the birthday celebrations would soon
turn to unimaginable horror.
It was here
in this isolated farmhouse,
that the killer struck between
10 PM and 12 midnight.
Someone's trying to get in.
- This your doing, isn't it?
- No. No one knows I'm here! I promise!
I've got a gun!
I didn't do
whatever you think I did!
Go! Go! Go!
Armed, wait! Stay here!
Frisk him.
He said he was armed.
Armed, eh?
Berretta Nine Millimeter, I'll wager.
Emeric!
Don't tell me.
I'm a sight for sore eyes.
That's what you're thinking, right?
No?
Well, you certainly are, Veil.
Seeing you there...
all vulnerable like that
almost makes me a believer.
- A believer?
- Visualization therapy.
Doctors say you've just got to visualize
the thing you most want in the world...
and presto, they come to pass.
If that was true
you'd be dead long since.
Maybe we'll both get what we want
eh, Veil?
Well, well, well. Miss Carter.
I haven't touched her, I swear.
She begged to come in.
You can check my tapes.
The camera's running the entire time.
Running were they, these cameras?
Five years ago?
Been running for the last 10
thanks to you.
In that case, where do you keep your
what do you call them, rushes?
There's some in particular
we'd like a look at.
Just give me a time and a date.
October the 15th, 1998, between...
- Mountjoy?
- 7 PM and midnight.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Of course you could always just tell us
what you were doing five years ago, Veil.
Can you tell me what you were doing?
To the night?
I could tell you I wasn't brutally
assaulting and murdering...
a 25 year old woman called Mary Shaw.
That makes two of us then
doesn't it?
- He's killed someone else?
- I haven't killed anyone!
Ever. And I can prove it.
- I just need to go in there.
- Is that where you keep the tapes?
All 97,663 of them.
Plenty to keep you amused
when they put you away then.
Be able to watch
the lot three times over.
Stick with him.
All right if I take this?
- I like to keep a record.
- We've noticed.
June...
July...
August... September...
So this is it. They've done it.
They've got to me.
Somehow they've set me up.
I was right all along.
Despite everything
I just wasn't careful enough.
Is that it?
Done and dusted.
I must maintain control.
Can't let them see I'm upset.
I haven't come this far...
eluded their efforts for so long
to fail now.
Shit.
I forgot a tape.
Do you mind if I go back and get it?
For fuck's sake, Sean.
Hurry it up. This place gives me
the fucking creeps.
What is it with you, anyway?
You some kind of mole?
I feel at home in the darkness
if that's what you mean.
What the fuck!
I'm sorry, all right?
You left me no choice!
Sean!
Open this fucking gate!
Sean!
Oh, yeah?
What are you going to do?
Accuse me of a murder
I didn't commit?
Lock me up and throw away the key?
Forgive me
but I've heard that one before!
Shit!
Seger.
Things to remember. Four.
The first law of forensics.
Lockhart's Theory.
Every contact leaves a trace.
If I leave nothing anywhere...
there'll be nothing they can
trace back to me.
- Where are they?
- I don't know who you are or what you want.
That's very odd.
Cause not 12 hours ago you were telling me
you know me better than I know myself.
Veil!
You finally got something right
didn't you, Sherlock?
You are in a shitload of trouble
my friend.
That a fact? Lest I'm much mistaken...
you're the one being held at knifepoint by
a supposed quadruple killer.
But then again, what do I know?
I'm not the expert
in crime scene analysis.
What do you want?
You're inside my mind. You tell me.
Perhaps I'm here to fulfill
one of my 'perverted fantasies'
one of my 'dark dreams'.
You won't get away with this, Veil.
According to you
I've already got away with
killing an entire fucking family!
If you want to talk about the Jasper murders
I suggest you put the knife down now.
There are only six things I'm interested
in discussing with you, Seger!
They're manufactured by Sony...
they last one hour each...
and they cover the hours between 6 PM
and 12 midnight...
on October the 15th, 1998.
And you've got them...
and I want them!
You've lost me, Veil.
The only thing being lost
in this room is my patience...
shortly to be followed
by your fucking life!
Now look. Look at me!
You're distraught, I can see that.
You're angry at yourself for finally
being caught...
and blaming me is probably
some last-ditch strategy.
In my professional opinion, Veil...
Don't you dare.
Don't you fucking dare try to profile me
you bastard.
Professional opinion?
Professional fucking bullshit!
You wouldn't know a criminal if he came up
and robbed you at gunpoint.
I tell you what I do know, Veil.
It's that I know that know...
that you're not going to use
this knife on me.
Oh, no?
You do know...
Know what?
You, you know...
you know I'm innocent.
You've known all along.
If you really believed I'd killed
the Jaspers...
If I...
was capable of this kind of
brutality...
you'd be on your knees by now.
You'd be saying your prayers.
What I meant, Veil...
is that you're the type
of killer that can't
bear to get his hands dirty that can't
bear to get up close and personal.
A knife is not your kind of weapon.
It takes guts to use a knife.
No, a coward like you needs to use
a gun to get some distance.
To put you at one remove from the event
so that you can observe it.
So that you can stand outside of it
whilst it's happening.
Probably relates to an innate
voyeurism...
with its roots
in an abusive childhood!
Get away from there!
Goes straight to the local police station.
You're going nowhere, Veil.
Stop wriggling
my deviant little friend!
Bastard! Bastard!
Fuck!
Things to unlearn. One.
CCTV is to be avoided.
Can't claim I was on Oxford Street
if the camera picks me up in Portneath.
It won't be easy.
Seeking out cameras is encoded
in my DNA.
I'm drawn to them like a cop
to corruption.
Like Emeric to a payoff.
I'm seeing it, but I don't believe it.
Don't mind telling you, Veil...
beginning to frighten me
this visualization thing.
I imagined you sitting there...
and there you are.
Anyone would think...
our destinies are connected.
Why don't you just visualize me
pleading guilty?
See how that works.
If I had anything to hide
I wouldn't have handed myself in, would I?
If you had nothing to hide
you wouldn't have run off.
October 15th, 1998, Sean.
Let's just start with that.
Where were you then?
Who were you with?
What were you doing?
Answer those questions
to our satisfaction...
And you'll see to it that evidence
is fabricated to the contrary...
and I won't see the light of day
for 15 years.
30, if I had my way.
- Can I use this?
- That's what it's there for.
That's me there.
Not the Railway Rapist.
You've got him.
We know that, Sean.
What we want to know is where you were.
Portneath. Went away for
the day and a night.
Strange time of year to go
to the seaside.
That's precisely why I went.
Less crowds.
You can see in the next shot.
He hasn't changed much over the years
has he, Mountjoy?
He's even got a cut on his lip.
I'm not an expert...
but I think you've been using
make-up, Sean.
Could have been shot yesterday.
Do you know what timecode is?
Yeah. And I also know it can be adjusted
on certain cameras.
Maybe it can, maybe it can't.
But you can't alter a specific headline
in a newspaper, though, can you?
Anyone can see that's
the 15th of the 10th, '98.
You can check with the newspaper
if you don't believe me.
Could do.
Then again, we could just pop down
the local library and nick a copy.
I don't know what you're trying to imply
but I do know this...
I'm covered. I'm alibi'd up.
Talking of which, where were you
at 11:45 the same night?
11:45...
Jesus Christ, Veil.
You ever turn that thing off?
And give you lot the chance to
fit me up?
- No way.
- For Chrissake
Just get it to 11:45, will you?
Satisfied?
- My curiosity isn't.
- Nor mine.
See, the thing is, Veil...
nothing you've shown me explains this.
- They're not mine.
- No one's saying they are.
- Mine are all clearly marked.
- Meticulously so. We had noticed.
So... what's the problem?
You're about to find out.
Celebrating?
- Sorry?
- Bad luck to drink champagne on your own.
You are on your own, aren't you?
Looks younger there, Mountjoy
wouldn't you say?
About five years, give or take.
Kathy. Kathy Burton.
Tom Prophet. Tom Prophet.
Okay...
So I gave some girl
a false name in a bar.
And so would you in my position.
My notoriety.
It's not a hanging offense.
- Sean, we don't hang people anymore.
- Unfortunately.
I thought this was about Mary Shaw.
- It is.
- But she said...
Kathy. Kathy Burton.
- And you said...
- Tom Prophet. Tom Prophet.
I know.
What's she doing filming me anyway?
The question is...
why don't your tapes match hers, Veil?
I want to call my lawyer.
I call him and...
I still get to keep my cameras?
Prophet? That's an unusual name.
Don't suppose you foresee anything
interesting happening to us tonight, do you?
This is a setup.
Any fool can see that.
You didn't.
Aren't you with anyone?
Stood me up. Expect you find
that hard to believe.
Can I get you folks another glass?
So, you keep it running all the time?
The camera?
- 24, 7, 52.
- Cool.
I'm serious.
I only do it with... a condom.
- From behind.
- What?
It's nothing personal.
I have to take precautions.
It's usually me saying that.
Come on. I think it's time you
filled me up.
- Well?
- Well what?
The man who should be sitting here's
the man who sent you those tapes.
The man that paid her to film me
to set me up.
No one sent us those tapes, Veil.
We found them on her body.
She was still wired up
when she was killed.
Guess sometimes you just get lucky on
an investigation, huh?
- You're sure you're okay with this?
- Can't wait.
Okay...
It's only until we're inside.
Across the threshold, so to speak.
Till you've hid your girlfriend's
knickers, you mean.
- Look, I know how this looks.
- So do we, Veil.
So will the jury.
Careful.
All right? Don't look.
Okay? Won't be a moment.
Now stay there, all right?
What the fuck is this shit?
You promised you wouldn't look.
I didn't mean for you to see this.
I want go
no one said anything about this!
No one? No one who?
Heard that did you?
I'd make a note of
that timecode if I were you.
Liable to be a cornerstone of my defence
this ever comes to court.
You heard what she said
'No one said anything about this.'
No one. That means someone. Someone sent her.
Someone put her up to this!
He's the one you should be looking for
not me!
Get the fuck away from me you freak!
Look, I don't know who you've been
talking to, who sent you...
but, yes, I was accused
of murder once.
Accused, not convicted! I was accused!
It could happen to anybody.
Wrong place, wrong time...
wrong interests in life, and Wham!
You're down like a ton of bricks!
Back off! I'll scream
the fucking place down!
Okay! You can leave any time you like!
I'm not stopping you!
- You're going to kill me, aren't you?
- No, no, no.
I've seen all those things and now
you're going to kill me!
No, no. I've never killed anyone!
I just don't want you running off
in a panic.
It's dark out there. It's late.
It's dangerous.
- Let me get you a taxi.
- I don't want.
- It'll only take a minute.
- I don't want a fucking taxi!
I just want to go!
Please! I won't tell anybody!
Tell anyone?
There's nothing to tell.
Exactly. I know that now.
I'm just...
Look, my flatmates
will be looking for me.
If I don't come home
they'll call the police.
Hey, at least let me
walk you then, yeah?
Walk me?
I don't want you running off
on your own.
Anything could happen.
People have seen us together.
- I'll get blamed!
- You want to walk me?
In the dark?
Down those streets? You?
Just until we see a taxi.
I'll pay. Nothing dodgy.
Proper black cab and everything.
You let me put you in it.
I'll take the driver's number and license plate
and that'll be that.
I'll film you driving off and then no one
can accuse me of anything.
I'll know you're safe and we can
part company amicably.
- Yeah?
- All right.
- All rignt, on one condition.
- Yes, yes. Anything. Yes, please.
You let me go up to the street
first on my own.
Yes, yes. But you'll have to
let me get the door.
Cause it's a bit stiff.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
You saw what happened.
She knocked me unconsciousness
and then she ran off.
I mean, whatever happened after that
it's got nothing to do with me!
Girl comes back to your flat
gets blindfolded...
disappears off the face of the earth
for five years...
then turns up dead, and you say
it's got nothing to do with you?
I offered to get her a cab.
I begged her to get her a cab.
You heard me.
I was concerned with her safety.
It's all there on film.
Camera doesn't lie!
Someone's camera is lying.
Face it, Veil
your ninety-odd thousand video tapes...
aren't worth the stock
they're recorded on.
That's what this is about
isn't it?
Discrediting my archive.
My safety net.
Everything I've worked for
built up...
to protect me from you!
I've got something to show you.
Time to say hello to
an old friend, Veil.
I don't want to see her.
I don't want any more images
in my head.
You've got to face up to
your crimes sometime, Sean.
Think of it as therapy.
The first step on the long hard road
to rehabilitation.
As a psychologist acquaintance
of mine used to say...
There's no cure
without confrontation.'
Isn't that right, Saul?
You think I did this?
Your fingerprints are
on the knife, Sean.
- But I was...
- Wearing gloves?
- No, no.
- Blood on the carpet's
a perfect match for your DNA.
They saw you running from the scene.
He was alive then.
I can prove it.
I've got it on tape!
Time of death was two o'clock
yesterday afternoon, Veil.
You got yourself on tape then?
Yesterday afternoon?
Come on, Sean.
Cat got your tongue?
Got his tapes more like.
You did this!
You did this!
You set me up.
You killed Mary Shaw
and stole my tapes...
so I'd have to make new ones...
so I'd have no alibi...
so I'd have no evidence
nothing to prove where I was...
when you did this!
You seem kind of relaxed
if you don't mind me saying...
for a man who's going to spend
the next 30 years sucking unwashed dick.
You seem kind of jealous
if you don't mind me saying.
Mountjoy! Let him go.
- Let him what?
- You heard me.
I don't understand.
He paid a guy to shadow him...
Keep him under surveillance
the entire time he was in Portneath.
I always do when I feel
I need some extra insurance.
No way I was going to leave myself
an entire day short.
You're wasting your time.
He's covered for yesterday.
He's got 24 hours of tape
and a witness.
- We've got nothing to hold him on.
- What about Mary Shaw?
- He's not covered for her.
- Other tapes, after the ones
that are missing show him at home
after she left.
Five minute gap...
but it's not enough.
Not after the last time.
But he's already
discredited his tapes!
It's you lot who's discredited.
Go on. Fuck off
before we change our minds.
Motherfucker!
You fucking laugh at me!
Fucking camera! Come here!
Come here!
You know who I saw on
this slab once, Veil?
You know who lay on it...
stretched out...
her little broken body staring
sightless at the ceiling?
Maggie Jasper.
Pathologist cut into her
with one of these.
Practically sliced her
in two in front of me.
You ever attended a postmortem, Veil?
I don't suppose you have.
You just like to cause them, don't you?
Well, don't worry.
Be attending one soon.
Your own.
I'm an innocent man.
Bastard!
I'm not...
I'm not leaving you behind, Veil!
I'm taking you with me!
You hear me, Veil?
There'll be a hundred more of these going off
if you run around there.
Word's out you got away
with it again.
I haven't done anything to get away with!
This time or the last.
- What happened to your neck?
- Police brutality happened to my neck!
It's them you should be
exposing, not me!
Come on, get in.
Entitle me to an exclusive that...
in the normal course of affairs.
Yeah, I can see it now...
Victim's Daughter Rescues Killer
From Lynch Mob.'
Killer?
Is that a confession, Sean Veil?
No.
Are you wired?
Happy, or would you like me
to remove my bra as well?
You didn't need to do that.
You could have just said yes or no.
Would you have believed me?
Would you believe me if I told you
I did not kill Mary Shaw?
- I did not kill...
- Yes.
Aren't you going to ask me why?
Why?
Because I know who killed
my mother and sisters.
And I know it wasn't you.
Seger!
What's going on?
Shall you tell him, or shall I?
But he's dead! I saw him!
The evidence would suggest otherwise.
Blood on the carpet's
a perfect match...
Police saw you running
from the scene.
He's been fucking with you, Sean!
Playing with your mind!
Profiler's games!
Convinced Emeric if you saw him dead
it would push you over the edge.
Get you to break down.
Confess to the Mary Shaw thing.
At the very least, he figured it would
open up a crack in your defence.
Cast doubt on the provenance
of your tapes.
How do you know all this?
Asked me to do it first, didn't he?
Be the guinea pig. Play dead.
Thought if you were in the frame
for killing me
surviving Jasper daughter
you'd go right off the deep end.
I almost agreed to it.
Then I had a better idea.
While he was off playing corpse
gave me the chance to
look through his house.
Always thought the evil fucker...
knew more about the murders
than he was letting on!
And I was right.
Guess what I found?
Nine millimeter Berretta.
The Jasper murder weapon, Sean.
Finally got it in your hands.
He did it?
He killed your family?
It was him?
Think about it.
Before the Jasper murders
what was he?
A small-time
small-town psychologist...
working with petty ex-offenders
like you.
I looked into his past.
He tried to get
into the cops and failed!
What better way to get one up
on the profession
that had rejected him than commit
a headline-grabbing murder
then move in and solve it?
What better way to get a fat leg
onto the profiling ladder?
Don't listen to her, Veil!
She's the one
who's playing games with you.
She's trying to get you to kill me.
For a so-called
profiling genius, Seger
you have an amazing knack
of getting things wrong.
He's not going to kill you.
I am.
No, I don't want any part of this.
Please!
You've been a part of it
from the beginning, Sean.
Might as well be here for the end.
Please. Not here.
Listen to him, young Jasper!
He's talking sense.
Besides, if you kill me
you'd be killing the wrong person.
If you kill me, the truth
will die with me.
What's he on about?
He's going to say I did it again
to save his own skin.
Need a skull made of kevlar
to do that!
I found this gun in your house, Seger!
I've had it tested!
- Did you test it for prints?
- Prints?
No point. A guy like you, forensically
aware, would've wiped it clean.
A guy like me would never have had it
in my house in the first place...
my finger had been on the trigger!
My prints are on that gun now.
He's going to say I planted it.
That's what he's going to...
He's going to say what he was doing with
it or he's going to die!
That's what he's going to say!
Someone sent it to me, okay?
I should have got rid of it long since
but I suffer from the enthusiast'smalady!
I kept it as a souvenir
a piece of crime memorabilia
for my own black museum.
Classic serial killer behavior
keeping souvenirs.
Says so in his own books.
I'm a collector, Veil
not a killer!
You're a lying prick
is what you are.
Who sent it to you?
The truth is not always the panacea
we imagine it to be, Katie Jasper.
But if you really want to know who killed
your mother and sisters...
I do.
Then I suggest you slice open your arm.
What?
The blood of your family's killer
runs in your own veins.
Your father sent me that gun
and a note confessing everything...
the day the trial
against Veil collapsed.
The day your father hung himself.
My father hung himself because
he couldn't live without Mum...
without Moira and Maggie.
Couldn't live with killing them
you mean.
He thought your mother had been
having an affair.
He thought that Moira
and Maggie weren't his.
That is why he shot them
in the face.
No...
To show his hatred.
His contempt.
No...
Wouldn't have got away with it
at the time if your mother
hadn't tried to wrestle
the gun off him.
If she hadn't wounded him
in the struggle.
She gave him an out, a means to turn
the investigation away from himself.
It's not true!
It's a lie!
If that's the truth
why didn't you tell?
I'd just gained a foothold
in my profession.
I had to stick to my guns.
I had to stick to my theory
that it was Veil.
I didn't want my reputation undermined
any more than you would want yours.
Any more than you'd want to be known as
the daughter of a killer.
Do you know how I've lived
these last 10 years?
What I've been through?
I bet you Emeric doesn't
even know, does he?
Fucker's had it in for me all this time.
Wants to take me to the grave with him!
Probably what's killing him.
And you...
Look, no one needs to
die here, Veil.
No one needs to suffer
any more, okay?
We've all got things
on each other now.
All we have to do is to
forget this ever happened...
and carry on with
the rest of our lives.
You sick fuck!
- Someone died because of you!
- That's nonsense.
My work saves lives.
Catches criminals.
Takes them off the streets, puts them
behind bars, where they belong.
I may have been a little economical
with the truth as regards this, but...
Stop her, Veil!
And I'll exonerate you, I swear!
She's only going to blame it
on you, Veil!
Why else do you think
she's doing it here?
For God's sake, man, do something!
- Who do you think killed Mary Shaw?
- That was an accident.
This is deliberate.
I expect you'll want to
thank me for that.
What?
Do you think he's still alive?
Do you think this is another stunt?
I was hoping it was.
But his name would have to be Lazarus
to come back from that.
Let me see.
What are you doing?
Don't. Please.
Please, please. Don't do that.
- You sure you mean that, Sean?
- Yes.
Doesn't feel like it to me.
Don't.
How long has it been, Sean?
Three years?
Five?
I bet the last woman you had
down here was Mary.
I didn't have her.
I didn't touch her.
No. But you wanted to. She told me.
She told me you'd freaked her out.
Her death had nothing to do with me.
You're right.
Responsibility for that lies at my door.
Me who hired her.
Me who asked her to do
what I'm doing to you now...
get a sample of your DNA.
Semen preferably.
Something I could use to
set you up...
fabricate a rape charge.
Came on all heavy afterwards, Mary.
Said you'd put the fear
of God into her.
- I should have warned you about it.
- Is that it?
- That's all I have.
- Fuck off!
Don't touch that!
Next thing I knew...
I thought about trying to implicate you
at the time, but...
I was younger then.
And frightened.
I panicked.
In the end, I just...
buried her along with the tapes.
Thought I'd wait till someone
came across her.
Bide my time.
Coming up to the anniversary...
anonymous phone call was
all it took.
That and getting your tapes.
That's why I was there
that night before the raid.
It was you?
Thought they might exonerate you.
Thought I might be seen on them.
I was in the bar that night.
Watching.
Get off of me!
How long do you think you
can hold out, Sean?
I've held out...
...for 10 years.
Come on.
Let it go.
You know you want to.
Things to remember. Five.
Never have sex without a condom.
Ever.
Once they get hold of your sperm
you're fucked.
You're going to accuse me
of all this, aren't you?
Say I killed Seger. Raped you.
You don't have to do this, you know.
As far as I'm concerned
Seger had it coming.
We're both victims here.
We're both...
And when they come and arrest you
for Mary Shaw?
When they decide they can prosecute you
on the evidence of her tapes alone?
When they come for you for Seger?
For real...
What are you going to say, Sean?
You're right.
Detective Inspector Emeric? '
It was me? I admit it? '
Don't worry, Sean...
this is one part of your life
that won't be going on tape.
No, no!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
Jesus Christ!
And you filmed all this?
Confessions? Shootings? Everything?
Her fucking you?
You?
- Strange as it may seem.
- So where's the tapes?
She torched them.
Right. That's it.
Sean Veil, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murders of Katie...
I...
can...
- show you.
- What?
I can show you.
Webcam.
I managed to switch it to record
after she turned my cameras off.
You won't believe me, Sean
but...
I'm genuinely sorry to
have to do this to you.
After all these years...
I just couldn't cope with people looking
at me the way they probably look at you.
Thinking, 'Killer's blood runs
through her veins.'
- It doesn't...
- Thinking
She shares the same genes as the father
that killed her mother and sisters.'
- You do.
- I know.
And if it ever got out
if people knew or even suspected...
it would turn me into a freak.
I've survived.
But at what cost?
- Seger was right about one thing.
- What?
The darkness invisible in
the heart of most killers.
Looking at you...
no one would ever believe you could
even pull that trigger.
Well, they'd be wrong
wouldn't they?
Seger could tell them that! Mary Shaw!
But you didn't shoot her.
It was an accident.
You said so yourself.
It was.
So is this, in its own way.
No, please! Please!
No, don't! Don't! Don't!
We can find a way out of this!
We can come up with a plan!
Please! Trust me!
Trust me, please!
Please, please, don't.
Don't. Please.
- No!
- Please! Please, please...
Don't!
Move away from her, Veil.
- I'll only ask you once.
- You don't understand!
It's you who doesn't understand, Veil.
I don't have time for
hostage negotiation.
I've been visualizing
that postmortem, Veil.
Seeing that buzz-saw cut you up.
That can only mean one thing...
- Don't. He didn't do it.
- What?
Truth is, he's the only innocent person
in any of this! Don't!
We'll have to let God decide that
won't we?
Be judging us both soon.
No! No!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't do nothing!
I didn't kill anybody!
You'll still have to come and give us
a statement at some point.
I can give it on camera?
You can give it on a dozen
if you want.
Sean, if I was
to accidentally lose this...
Accidentally on purpose lose it?
No, everyday, non-conspiracy lose it.
What would that mean to your defence?
Nothing.
I'm covered.
- I'm Alibi'd up.
- How's that?
I e-mailed it to the newspaper
before you got here.
Things to remember. Six.
Never stop filming yourself.
Ever.
Off-camera is off-guard.