Freeze Frame Page #4

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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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.

F***, f***, f***, f***!

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. F*** off

before we change our minds.

Motherf***er!

You f***ing laugh at me!

F***ing 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 f***ing 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 f***er...

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.

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