01x02 - They Want In

[bunniefuu]

Farid: I first heard about

the chaffey family

From a good friend, eric,

Born and raised

in south river, newfoundland.

He remembers, as a young boy,

travelling each August

To a neighbouring town for

their annual blueberry festival.

Briddus, newfoundland,

population 723.

One year, the much-anticipated

festival was cancelled.

Eric was never told why,

but he recalls

An unsettling summer

of his parents and neighbours

Speaking in hushed adult tones.

The next year,

the festival was back,

And eric returned to

the childhood bliss

Of pie-eating contests

and fireworks.

But it wasn't until

15 years later

That his parents

finally told him

What really happened

that late summer of 1989.

The mutilated bodies

of matthew and tanya chaffey

And their three young children

Were discovered in their home,

Its walls smeared with

terrifying satanic imagery.

So, my question is:

If this is indeed true,

How could a m*rder this horrific

remain local lore?

- (trap snapping)

- (gasping)

Martha (on tape recording):

It's poison.

These pills

they want me to take.

Medicine? It's poison.

It's them. I know it.

They want the house.

I saw them last night

and the night before.

They wait in the woods.

They watch me.

I saw their car lights.

I heard them.

They're watching me.

Watching the house.

They want in.

They want to k*ll me!

- k*ll me. k*ll me!

- ("stop" button clicking)

Woman:

Three breakfast sandwiches.

Extra bacon. Extra cheese.

Two hash browns

and a large black coffee.

Sweetie, don't your friends

want coffees?

Might as well make that

three combos,

Get another hash brown for free.

Yeah.

Yeah. They'd like that.

'morning.

Aw, shucks.

We like to support local

around here, though, eh?

Right.

So, I was just driving along

donmar lane,

And I saw the chaffey house

was taped off.

Yeah.

Why?

Oh, just some local deviants

Were messing round in there.

They set some fires.

Blight on the town.

So, that file?

What file?

Farid:

The chaffey file?

Who?

What?

(laughing)

Got you.

(chuckling)

But sorry.

I, uh, looked all over for it.

Couldn't see it anywhere.

It's the strangest thing, b'y.

You're telling me the biggest

m*rder in this town's history,

And you can't find the file?

That's what I'm telling you,

yeah.

Look. It's a cold case.

I have a right to see it.

It's not a cold case.

- What do you mean?

- It's not a cold case.

The father did it.

Crazy, right?

I'm going for a smoke.

Oh, yeah.

k*lled his family, then hisself.

It's a sad thing,

but the cod crisis

Did a lot of damage back then.

I'm telling you right now.

How do you know all this?

- Listen, fred--

- farid.

That was 30 years ago.

How come none of that

was ever released?

How should I know?

It was before my time.

Okay.

Can I just please see the file?

I got to ask you something.

What do you want with all this?

I'm just telling a story.

Well, there's no file. Sorry.

How do they know he did it,

the dad?

There was no forced entry.

The door was locked

from the inside.

His autopsy confirmed it.

Are we good?

No. The neighbour was the one

who found them.

She said the front door

was open.

Jesus murphy.

You talked to sandra loughty?

(laughing)

Buddy, that woman's a couple of

twists short of a slinky, man.

She's been telling ghost stories

for years now.

Well, she told me about

the satanic symbols.

- Yeah. Of course she did.

- And I saw them myself.

Oh.

You went inside

the chaffey house?

I should arrest you for that.

(chuckling) no.

Well, I'm going to let it slide

This time.

How do you explain

those symbols?

Huh? More ghost stories?

Vandalism, fred.

It's just

a bunch of no-good dropouts

Trashing the place.

You know, satan's got nothing

to do with it.

(thudding)

Have yourself a good day, now,

b'y.

Man on voicemail:

Hey there.

You've reached eric murphy

at total horror films.

- You know what to do.

- (machine beeping)

Eric, I need your help here,

man.

I can't seem to get

anywhere with these cops.

Look.

I thought you called ahead.

Anyway, get back to me.

Puddester:

Hey.

You didn't get this from me.

I'm serious.

(door slamming)

(bird chirping)

(chirping continues)

(paper crinkling)

(sniffling)

(phone ringing)

Woman:

Make it quick.

Farid: I told you

the story's not thin, barb.

- What'd you find?

- Police corruption.

I'm listening.

(recorder beeping)

(mic feeding back)

(sighing)

Probably shouldn't have

kept these.

If my wife nancy ever found out,

ooh.

You were the coroner from--

Well, I was in training

till about '88.

Then I pulled out pretty quick

in '95

To start this up instead.

So much more money

on this side of things.

You know, you got no off-season,

you know?

You wouldn't believe how much

people pay for a nice casket.

And the beauty about this place?

I get them on all sides.

Do the embalming down here.

Service upstairs.

Nancy caters all the snacks.

I got the market cornered.

I like to keep those

to remember.

Best f*cking years of my life.

So, can you tell me

What we're looking at

in this picture?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. That's, uh, tanya,

the mother's, left hand.

Each of her fingers was

broken backwards at the joint.

And this?

Her hair was cut and stuffed

down her throat as a gag.

If you look at her neck,

you can see

Where the fishing wire

cut right through to the bone.

You all right, there, skipper?

Yeah.

Just, uh, give me one quick sec.

Okay, 'cause it's about to get

a lot worse.

Okay. Let's take five.

All right. There he is.

The dad, matthew chaffey.

What was the cause of death?

Well, that all depends on

who you talk to, right?

I mean, the story the cops

will tell you is a suicide.

It fits the bill for '89,

you know?

With the collapse of

the fishery,

People were out of work,

depressed.

Last thing people wanted was

The tourism industry

to go under too, you know?

I mean, who's going to bring

their family on vacation

To some little, tiny town

Rampant with murderous

devil worshippers, right?

Murderous devil worshippers?

Yeah.

Look.

Look at that.

Whose body is this?

That's the youngest boy,

stephen.

And what's drawn into his back?

That is the sigil of lucifer.

Do you think matthew did this?

Well, I know one thing's for

sure. He didn't k*ll himself.

b*llet straight to the mouth.

Well, couldn't that be suicide?

No.

Not if his hands

were bound to his feet.

Can you remember

any other murders

From around then that stood out?

Hmm.

No. Not really.

You know, your standard fare.

Bar fights.

The rare domestic, you know?

Anything unsolved?

Unsolved?

Actually, you know what?

There was--

There was a hitchhiker.

Yeah. Young girl.

She was a runaway.

Was probably back in '81.

And I want to say '86, '87,

Young woman from trinity,

Her boyfriend stabbed her

a bunch.

They never found him.

You want to see?

Okay.

Yeah. I have that.

Patrick:

Ah. So close.

'88, trinity.

Roseanne knockwood.

All right, fellow.

You got to hit the bricks.

Family's coming

in about 10 minutes.

You should know,

the neighbour was the one

Who found

the chaffey family.

- Yeah.

- Sandra loughty.

The front door was open.

It was in

the original police report.

- Right.

- They lied.

Welcome to briddus, buddy.

Hello, mrs. Knockwood.

My name is farid matar.

I run a podcast

called "unsettled."

I have a few questions for you

about your daughter roseanne.

(tab on lid snapping)

(pills rattling in container)

(shuddering)

(sighing)

Jesus.

Woman:

Except her neck.

Farid:

What was wrong with her neck?

Woman:

It was snapped.

(phone vibrating)

(sighing)

(vibrating continues)

Hi, brie.

- Jo!

- Brie.

I'm so sorry to hear about

your mum.

Thank you.

Yeah. I mean,

I just literally can't imagine.

It must be so horrible.

What's up?

Did she leave a note

or anything?

Sorry. Is that too--

Yeah, it is.

Do you need something?

I want you to know that

I'm here for you.

Whatever you need.

Thank you, brie.

That's really sweet.

'cause I can imagine your plate

is really full right now,

And I just have

literally nothing but free time.

I bet.

Like, I mean, I'd be happy

to take on any work

That you need to do, meaning--

Sorry.

How do you know about my mom?

Um, you know,

I can't even remember.

Okay. Um, thank you so much

for calling,

But I just have a lot of work

And I have to get back to it

now.

Jo, you're not alone. I'm here.

(phone slamming on desk)

(knocking on door)

You drink?

(pop music playing

in the background)

Is this seat taken?

Oh, my god. Would you sit down?

Hey. You have any craft beers

on tap?

Okay.

What's this about, officer?

Frances. And I'm going to need

that file back,

So scan it,

Or do whatever you got to do.

Thank you.

Matthew chaffey was my uncle.

When I was little,

I practically grew up on donmar.

Me and emily were like this,

you know?

Everybody thought

we were sisters.

Two little brats with bowl cuts

And matching gumby sweaters

running around.

I was young, but I remember

when mom told me

That they had all

Gone to heaven.

And then, I got a little bit

older and I found out the truth,

The real truth,

Not that bullshit

that miles spat at you.

They were m*rder*d.

Now, everybody in this town

thinks my uncle

Is some psychopath who

k*lled his wife and his kids,

But he didn't do it.

Well, how could you be so sure?

I mean, he was out of a job.

- He was depressed.

- That's bullshit.

If anything, tanya was the one

with the issues.

My uncle did everything to keep

that family together.

- Well, what kind of issues?

- I don't know.

Schizo, bipolar. Who knows?

sh*t like that doesn't

necessarily get diagnosed

Around here,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah. Right.

He never gave up on her, though.

Listen. You shouldn't be here.

Whole town's on to you,

And they got a lot to lose

If this sh*t

gets stirred up again.

It ruined us when it happened,

And 30 years later we're only

now getting back on our feet.

But if you're going to do this,

You know, if you're going to

put yourself in danger

To tell my uncle's truth--

- Danger?

- Yes.

You shouldn't be at this alone.

Get the f*ck out of briddus!

We don't want you here.

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

Did you get my e-mail?

Uh, one sec. I'll check.

Did you finish episode two?

Jo: That's what you asked me do,

isn't it?

Jo, what's going on?

- Huh.

- What?

So, guess who I got a call from.

Farid:

Who?

Guess.

I honestly have no idea.

- Your girlfriend, brie.

- Jo--

Who somehow knows

that my mom k*lled herself.

Oh, and she thinks that she

would be better at doing my job.

Come on, jo.

I haven't talked to brie.

I don't need people knowing

my business, farid.

- Especially her.

- I agree,

Which is why I haven't told her.

Promise.

(tab on lid snapping)

That a beer?

It was a diet coke.

Farid:

Right.

(in mock sailor accent):

You know, it's cold and lonely

Out here for a newfoundlander.

These long days at sea.

I could use a young lassie

like yourself

To warm me a bit.

(laughing)

(sighing)

I found tapes of my mom.

Tapes?

Yeah.

I don't know. Her just babbling.

It was different.

I didn't realize how bad

it had gotten.

What did you do with them?

I threw them out.

I think that's smart, jo.

Hey, can you promise me

you're not drinking?

What?

Jo, you can't.

I'm not.

(bottle clinking)

(liquid sloshing)

Martha (on tape recording):

She wants something from me.

She's always here.

Always listening.

Watching. I feel her.

She wants inside me.

What do you want?

(someone whispering

indistinctly)

Can you hear that?

Jo?

(faint scratching

on the recording)

(scratching intensifies)

- (trap snapping)

- (gasping)

(sighing)

(traps snapping)

Hello?

(traps snapping repeatedly)

Ugh! Oh.

♪

♪

Child:

I love you, mommy.