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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 f***ing 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 f***ing dare try to profile me

you bastard.

Professional opinion?

Professional f***ing 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!

F***!

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 f*** is this sh*t?

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 f*** 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!

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