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 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!
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 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.