01x03 - Go Home, Fred

[bunniefuu]

Farid:

I'm farid matar,

And you're listening to

season 2 of unsettled,

An investigative podcast

that seeks to uncover

The forgotten mysteries

of canada's past.

Join me as I travel to

the tiny coastal town

Of briddus, newfoundland,

Where, in August of 1989,

A local family of five

were found

Brutally slaughtered

in their home,

The gruesome nature

of their deaths

Seemingly pointing

to the satanism

That was spreading fear

through north america

In the 1980s.

To this day, their murders

remain unsolved.

(sighing)

(phone line ringing)

(ringing continues)

Jo: Hi. It's jo.

Leave a message.

(beeping)

Uh, hey. It's me.

I just sent you

the opening of our show.

So, uh, I don't know.

Have a listen.

Let me know what

your thoughts are,

And, uh, is your phone dead,

or are you just ignoring me?

Call me.

♪

Joseph chaffey?

Thanks for coming out, son.

Officer puddester,

your granddaughter, frances,

She's been a real friend.

I'm so sorry

for what happened

To your son matthew

and his family.

Yeah.

Would you mind

if I recorded--

Yes, I do mind,

and no, you may not.

I won't have these words

made permanent.

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

Where would you like

to start?

When the moratorium

was put in place,

Matthew and I

had run out of options.

All our money

was in the boat.

He had tanya to worry about

and three kids to feed.

I was out here that night.

In the boat,

Pulling in what I could

to sell on the side.

I wasn't the only one.

She called me, emily did.

It was 6:30 before I noticed

the-- the voicemail.

She sounded so scared.

She said, "poppy,

There's a man

in the house."

I can hear

her little voice still.

Did you tell the police

what emily said?

'course I damn did.

And--

And they covered it up.

They're corrupt, all of them.

Pay them off

with a nickel.

They were paid off?

You should see

where the miles family lives.

Great, big, ugly,

nasty thing

Across the road from

my son's house.

Officer miles?

He didn't start with money,

I'll tell you that much.

None of them did.

Well, who would've

paid him off?

Now, I've been asking myself

that question

For the last 30 years.

I'm tired.

It's, uh, okay.

I'll go.

Thank you, mr. Chaffey.

I do want to help.

You talk

to sandra loughty yet?

I have.

Good.

She's one of us.

Farid: Jo, can you call me

when you get this?

I could really

I don't know.

It'd be nice to hear your voice.

I got those sound files

that you sent.

I'll listen

as soon as I'm back.

- (clanging)

- (indistinct speech)

(indistinct speech)

(volume increasing)

Jo (on recording): Sometimes

I can hear them.

I can see them.

I think they want in.

I mean, I don't know

I don't know. But I know

they're watching me, you know?

They want in.

What do they want? What do

they want? What do they want?

What do they want?

(jo whimpering)

(jo crying)

(sobbing)

(sign buzzing)

(crying continues)

Jo (sobbing):

Leave me alone.

♪

- Woman: Hello?

- Hi, hannah. This is farid.

- How are you?

- My shows are on.

Can you check

on jo for me?

Check on jo?

She's at martha's, alone,

And, uh, I don't have

a good feeling.

Listen. I don't want to get

in the middle of whatev--

Farid: No, no, no.

It's not that.

It's just, uh, I'm away,

and I, uh--

I'm worried

that she's drinking again.

And I'm worried that

she's not taking her meds.

Hannah: I didn't know

she was medicated.

Farid: Would you please

just stop by?

Hannah:

Fine, fine. Goodbye.

(phone chiming)

(chiming continues)

Farid:

Hey.

Uh, you haven't been responding

to any of my texts.

Look. I know you don't want

to hear this,

But I'm getting a little worried

about you.

I get this isn't

the easiest time,

But we got

some shitty news.

Eric went to netflix and now,

They're making docuseries

on the chaffeys.

Jo:

Oh.

Farid:

f*ck. Look.

We've worked way too hard

to lose this to them.

(retching)

And I just spoke to barb, and

we're bumping up our release

As early as next week.

This is bad, jo.

So, please check your e-mail,

okay?

I'll be sending you recordings

as I go,

And I'll need

the sound immediately.

I know this sucks,

but we can do this.

Okay? I love you.

Call me back, please.

(tea sloshing)

(clattering)

(pills rattling in bottle)

(microwave beeping, humming)

Farid:

So, describe that night.

August 2nd,

when the chaffeys were m*rder*d.

Gravedigger:

Well, see,

I was working at the time

as a gravedigger, right?

Cemetery was just behind

the chaffey house

And that night,

I was on me own.

And I remember it was real cold

for August.

I was working fast.

(rustling)

Real squalls coming in.

I mean, it was bad.

You could feel it bad.

(rustling intensifies)

Smell it.

And the trees, you know, they

were all just twisting about.

It was really wild.

(wood creaking)

Woman:

I heard something.

(muffled thumping)

It sounded like an animal

in pain,

I figured it was

one of them rabbits.

But my heart

was beating out chest.

Coroner: The holes in her feet

were quite large.

On the kitchen table

was a meat hook.

Woman:

Around 2:00 a.M.,

I heard someone outside

approaching the house.

(crunching)

Coroner: Cause of death

was a slow bleed out

From the substantial stab wound

in his chest.

(thudding)

(grinding)

And all of his ribs

had been crushed.

(cracking)

Gravedigger:

Eleven suicides since 1989.

I found one, you know.

Darla ewing.

(thudding)

She was all blue, just

Hanging there.

(rope creaking)

Jo:

sh*t.

(playing "prelude no. 1

in c major" by j.S. Bach)

♪

- (house phone ringing)

- (jo stops playing)

(ringing continues)

Hello?

Hannah:

Oh, good. You picked up.

Your mother never picked up.

Aunt hannah?

- I hear you've decided to sell.

- That's the plan.

Well, they may have left

your mother the house,

But some of those antiques

belong to the rest of us.

- Okay.

- And I know we're family,

But I'm really hoping we won't

have to get lawyers involved.

You won't.

I don't want anything. Promise.

Hannah: Yeah. The painting of

the young lady by the lake?

You know the one.

She's wearing a pink dress

And holding

a basket filled with fruit.

An assortment of fruit.

- Well, it's mine.

- Great.

Oh, jo.

Do you have any idea

How painful this has been

for us?

To be kept out of

our childhood home

While your mother

just squatted there?

- Mmm.

- She chased us.

Did I ever tell you that?

Her sister.

All the way down the driveway,

screaming like a mad woman,

I was terrified.

Yeah. The rocking chair

in dad's room.

Well, it was in dad's room.

Your mother probably moved it.

- And the floral tea set--

- aunt hannah?

I found some old pictures.

They're-- I don't know,

grandma's generation.

But who's this little

dark-haired girl?

Who?

Jo:

I don't know.

It's definitely not grandma.

I don't recognize her.

Hannah: I don't know who

you're talking about.

Jo: You've never seen

these photos?

Hannah: Jo, I have no idea.

Probably a neighbour.

Jo:

I don't think so.

The painting of the lady

by the lake.

The tea set.

The rocking chair.

You can have whatever

you want.

Just write a list

and I'll put it on the porch.

No offence, but that's exactly

what your schizo mother said.

She said she was selling

And promised we could have

what's ours, but she never left.

- Aunt hannah--

- neither will you.

What did you say?

Hannah: I said she never made

good on her promises.

What's the matter with you?

You sound jumpy.

I'm fine.

Hannah: Now, just take care

of yourself, okay?

I have to go.

Hannah:

The painting of the lady.

The tea set.

The rocking chair.

(phone clicking into receptacle)

(wind gusting)

(phone line ringing)

Man on voicemail:

Hey there.

You've reached eric murphy

at total horror films.

- You know what to do.

- (machine beeping)

Farid:

Hey, eric. f*ck you!

- (knocking on window)

- (dog barking)

(knocking)

Sandra?

(knocking on door)

(barking continues)

- (phone line ringing)

- (knocking on window)

- Hi, it's jo. Leave a message.

- (machine beeping)

Jo, can you please call me back?

I've been calling you all day.

Please, please call me.

Nice car.

This a rental?

Get off.

Or what?

Whoa!

What the f*ck are you do--

(thudding)

(thudding)

Martha (on tape):

I'm so tired.

So old.

My face is rotting.

I saw my skin drip like wax.

Then it crumbled off

into my hands.

Pieces.

Down into the sink.

Down into the drain.

Down To where?

I don't recognize myself

anymore.

Who am I now?

(wind gusting)

(something scraping)

(footsteps squeaking

on stairs)

(something scraping nearby)

(door hinge squeaking)

- (something scraping)

- (gasping)

(knocking on wall)

(knocking on wall)

(knocking on wall)

(knocking on door)

(gasping)

(creaking)

(jo panting)

Oh, my god.

(thudding)

(groaning)

(phone line ringing)

Recording:

Hi. It's jo. Leave a--

Well, you look like sh*t.

We got to get

uber out here.

Sorry.

I didn't know who to call.

It's fine.

Man, they really dusted

you up good, didn't they?

Do you know

who they were?

I have a pretty good idea.

How old are they?

- They were 16.

- Ugh.

Officer (over radio):

This is hynes.

Just arrived at briddus pier.

I'll let you know what I find.

So, I met with

your granddad yesterday.

Thanks for setting

that up.

Yeah.

I'm happy to help.

Farid: He said that the cops

in this town are corrupt.

Are you talking

about me?

Are you in with miles?

(brakes squealing)

Now, I'm going to say this

slowly so I don't hit you,

But I'd really like to hit you

right now.

Everything I said to you

in that bar was the truth.

I would never

lie about that.

We live with this

every single day.

I actually became a cop

Because of what they're doing

to my town.

In fact, even having you

in my car right now

Is putting me in danger,

So you better f*cking duck

if I tell you to, all right?

Hynes:

Hey, guys?

I need some assistance

down at the pier.

I'm about, uh, 20 metres left

from the beach access,

And there's a--

oh, sh*t.

Miles:

Hynes?

Hynes:

Ah, sh*t!

Miles:

Hynes, what are we looking at?

Hynes:

It's a body. Washed up.

Looks pretty dead.

Miles:

You get an id?

Hynes?

Hynes:

It's-- it's sandra loughty.

(static crackling over radio)

Go home, fred.

Child:

I love you, mommy.