Freeze Frame Page #2

- 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.

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!

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.

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