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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!

Sh*t.

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!

F***!

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.

Sh*t.

I forgot a tape.

Do you mind if I go back and get it?

For f***'s sake, Sean.

Hurry it up. This place gives me

the f***ing 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 f***!

I'm sorry, all right?

You left me no choice!

Sean!

Open this f***ing 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!

Sh*t!

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 f***ing 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

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