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.
- 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.