01x01 - Two Minutes and Forty Nine Seconds

[bunniefuu]

(wind blowing)

(footsteps approaching)

(sighing)

Can we go?

It's your mom.

Yeah, and it's freezing out.

Why don't we just say

a quick prayer?

(sighing)

Our father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy--

jo!

Lead us

not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Sorry.

- Jo!

- Do you have the keys?

Yeah!

Jo:

f*cking freezing.

- Come to newfoundland.

- No.

We can sort this out later.

I want it sold.

I want it done.

Text me when you land.

I will come back

if you ask, okay?

You just gotta call me.

(laughing)

You just gotta call me

all the time.

Do not--

hey, don't stop calling me.

You're gonna be just fine.

Just don't go home

with any locals.

- Well

- No promises?

(both laughing)

- I love you.

- I love you.

Okay.

(sighing)

♪

Woman (on phone): Look.

The story still feels thin.

A family of five

m*rder*d 30 years ago?

Farid: Barb,

I literally just got here.

Give me a sec.

Barb: A depressed, little town,

a cod crisis?

I don't know.

You need firm facts

on the satanism angle.

Farid:

I'm workin' on it.

Eric is hooking me up

with interviews.

Barb:

How many?

Well, one,

but a good one, you know?

It's the coroner

on the original case.

Look.

It's gold.

I trust eric.

The story has legs.

Barb:

What's his angle?

No angle, we're just pals

from film school.

We help each other out.

Barb:

He gets a special thanks,

And by the way, "satanic panic"

should be the title.

Well, that's not the title,

barb, but thank you.

- Barb: Hello?

- Aw, f*ck.

Barb: What?

What is it?

All good.

Barb: Brie tried

to book you into a cute b and b,

But they're all shut

for the off-season.

Anyway, you will enjoy

the privacy of a motel.

You know,

the quick access to your car.

Yeah, I'm sure I will.

Barb:

Speaking of which,

I've had a chat with brie

and she's on standby

In case jo shits the bed.

Jo's fine, okay?

We don't need brie.

-We're solid.

-Barb: You better be.

Okay, go work now.

- Okay.

-Barb: Get good sh*t!

(phone beeping)

(sighing)

♪

(muttering quietly)

♪

(phone line ringing)

Jo (on voicemail): Hi, it's jo.

Leave a message.

Farid: Jo!

How was your first night alone

in the house?

Wait 'til you see

where barb put me up.

Ugh!

(sighing)

Okay, I'm just checkin' in.

I'm gonna go see

the chaffey house today.

Hey, call me back, okay?

I love you.

Woman:

He's allowed to cook

Whatever he wants,

even if it's curry.

(chattering on phone)

Jesus christ, judy!

You can't say that.

Hey, there.

Hello.

- Hi.

- Yeah?

You officer miles?

Yep.

What can I do ya for?

Eric murphy called ahead.

I'm farid matar.

He said you'd have

a file ready for me,

The chaffey murders.

Oh, yes, right.

The radio-podcast

fella, right?

- Yeah.

- Um

Unfortunately we

We just can't seem to find it.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

Uh

Are you sure?

Yeah, we turned the place

upside down,

And, nothing.

Farid: It's just, uh

Damn.

It's really important

that I get a hold of it.

Is there another copy?

I'm happy to drive.

It's, uh,

it's important.

Officer miles:

Sounds important.

Well, I tell you what.

My son, for you,

I'll have another look.

Great.

I will stop by tomorrow.

Okay.

Thank you.

Well, judy,

it's your god-given right,

So do whatever you're gonna do.

♪

(church bells ringing)

♪

(dog barking)

- (knocking)

- (dog barking)

- (sighing)

- (dog barking)

- (door opening)

- hello.

(snapping)

(beeping)

This is interview one,

sandra loughty.

Okay, so I'd like

to ask you a few questions.

Where are you from?

Uh

Montreal?

But, uh, toronto.

No.

Where are you from?

My parents are syrian,

from turkey.

Hm.

You don't look muslim.

- (farid laughing nervously)

- you look more jewish.

Farid:

Saint rocco.

Oh.

Christian.

- Ha!

- (tea kettle whistling)

Now, lazarus, you be good.

Well, I'm, uh,

not so christian any more.

Sandra: Well, once a christian,

always a christian.

(dog grunting)

(sniffing)

- Tea?

- Uh, black. Thank you.

Now, you're here poking around

about the chaffeys, are ya?

Yeah, did you, uh,

know them well?

Sandra: Know 'em?

Please.

Sure, I lived here longer,

Even before

they even moved in there.

I went to high school, sure,

with youngsters' grandfather.

(laughing)

joseph.

Well, then I imagine

it was quite a shock

To learn of their deaths.

(muttering)

learn?

Sure, I found 'em.

Excuse me?

Oh, yeah.

(clearing throat)

Worst day of my life,

you know?

I was out on my morning walk

with maverick.

God rest his poor soul.

And I saw their door was open.

I called the cops right away.

And I never again

set foot on that property.

Not once.

Well, it looks like

no one has.

It's touched by the devil,

over there, that is.

It's pure evil.

Would you walk me

through that morning?

Oh, I'd have to be stupid,

go on record talkin' about

- Why?

- (sighing)

Everyone thinks

that it was the moratorium,

The cod crisis,

that ruined this place,

But, that's not true.

It was the chaffeys' m*rder.

Bad news spreads

Through a little place like this

real quick.

People started sellin' off

their properties.

Our summer season was ruined.

You can see why people

just wanna forget about it.

They're not gonna be happy

to see you

Diggin' around in it either.

Who's "they"?

Sandra:

The cops.

'cause I'm not singin'

their song.

I'm not gonna sing

yours either.

I'm only after the facts.

I believe that

the chaffey family's story

Deserves to be told

The true story.

Don't you?

♪

Came in through

the front door

♪

Sandra: Was already open

a couple of inches.

♪

Sandra:

My dog ran ahead of me.

Ran right into the house.

I rushed in after him.

I called out.

No one answered.

Found maverick

in the living room.

He was frantic.

Scratchin' away

at a closet door.

Like mad.

I was so scared my

My heart

was right in my throat.

I I knew.

I knew somethin' was wrong.

I wanted to leave.

Well, I never

I opened

I opened the closet.

There she was.

Tucked up

like she was asleep.

Except

Except her neck

Farid:

What was wrong with her neck?

Sandra:

It was snapped.

(snapping celery)

(wind blowing)

(pounding and squishing)

(chiming)

(stairs squeaking)

(squirting and splashing)

(squirting and splashing

playing in headphones)

(phone buzzing)

Hey, babe.

Farid (on phone):

There you are.

How's newfoundland?

Oh!

How was the chaffey house?

Farid: It was wild.

Check your e-mail.

I think barb's gonna get

her satanism angle.

So, I haven't heard from you.

Is everything okay?

- I'm good.

- Farid: Good.

- I miss you.

- I miss you.

I should be there,

or you should be here with me.

You shouldn't be

doing that sh*t alone.

- I'm fine.

- Farid: I know.

- But I-- I feel so--

- farid!

Chill. You're all

Have you eaten?

- Farid: No.

- I'm happy. I'm working.

Unless you wanna tell barb she's

not getting these sounds today.

Farid:

Ugh, god she's scary.

I should have 'em

in a couple of hours.

Farid:

You started cleaning yet?

Sort of.

Farid: Oof.

How bad is it?

- It's bad.

- Farid: (chuckles) how bad?

Like my grandparents didn't know

how to throw anything away,

And when my mom moved in,

she picked up the torch.

She was really messy.

Farid: (laughing)

like mother, like daughter.

Aw, sh*t.

I'm sorry.

Jo:

Don't worry.

Farid:

Jo, I really want you here.

I know.

You don't want my help.

But, I could really

use yours.

I mean, you heard

the neighbour, right?

I have a feeling

digging into this thing

Is gonna be

a lot harder than we thought.

Come on!

Brie can do the sounds.

Ah, okay.

I'm going now.

Farid: I just--

I feel like--

Farid!

I want to do this.

Farid: Okay.

- (electric humming)

- farid: Okay.

The interview with the neighbour

was terrifying.

Farid:

I know.

I'm about to send you something

new I've been working on.

If I were you,

I would skip dinner.

Jo:

Noted.

Farid: Hey, next podcast we make

is about canadian politics.

Sure, but no one'll

listen to it.

- (electric humming)

- farid: (laughing) fair.

Okay, you gonna

leave me alone now?

- Farid: I love you, jo.

- I love you.

(lightbulb humming

and buzzing loudly)

(sighing)

(lightbulb humming

and buzzing loudly)

(ladder creaking)

(buzzing and humming stopping)

(sighing)

(ladder creaking)

(music playing quietly)

(sighing)

(sniffing)

(sighing deeply)

(breathing deeply)

(sighing)

Farid (on recording):

Back in the 1980s,

A wave of troubling accusations

swept across north america.

What started as claims

of satanic messages,

Hidden in heavy metal lyrics,

And luring children

into devil worship

Through dungeons and dragons,

Took a disturbingly

more sinister turn.

The non-fiction book,

the devil whispered,

Is a patient's account

of repressed memories

Of ritual child abuse

At the hands

of a secret cabal of satanists.

The author graphically

depicts stories

Of people kept in cages,

animal sacrifice,

And even the violent m*rder,

And consumption,

of a human baby.

(sniffing)

(classical piano

music playing)

(sighing)

♪

Excellent stuff.

That was disgusting.

Farid (on phone): Mm, I know.

What are you listening to?

- What are you eating?

- Farid: Mcdonald's.

- In newfoundland?

- Farid: I got the lobster roll!

What's that music?

It's my mom.

I haven't heard her play

in years.

Farid: It's nice.

I thought

she destroyed everything.

Farid:

Where'd you find them?

Buried in her bedroom closet.

(chuckling)

Farid:

Ooh, the bedroom, so soon.

It's better than the office.

Farid:

What's wrong with the office?

I mean,

that's where she did it.

Farid:

Right, sorry.

She used to get so angry

whenever I played her music.

(classical piano music

continuing)

- (turntable lid closing)

- (music stopping)

Hey, did you get that episode?

Farid: Yes.

What?

Farid:

Uh, no, nothing.

We'll chat in the morning.

Uh-uh.

Farid.

Farid:

One of the sounds is dirty.

- No, it's not.

- Farid: It is.

It's super subtle,

But I can hear something

in the background.

(lightbulb humming)

Ugh, this house.

Okay, just tell me.

Farid: Look.

It's no big deal.

Take care of it tomorrow.

(muttering)

Farid: Two minutes

and forty-nine seconds.

- Good night, farid.

- Good night.

(lightbulb humming)

(lightbulb humming

and buzzing)

- (lightbulb zapping)

- (jo gasping)

sh*t.

♪

♪

- (banging)

- (farid gasping)

♪

(sniffing)

♪

♪

(stairs creaking on recording)

(stopping playback)

(stairs creaking with

lightbulb humming)

(stopping playback)

(stairs creaking with

lightbulb humming)

(pausing and playing clip over)

(playing clip)

(stairs creaking with

lightbulb humming loudly)

- (loud scratching)

- what the hell?

(loud scratching)

(scratching getting louder)

(loud scratching

playing over and over)

- (sighing)

- (stopping recording)

- (scratching)

- (gasping)

♪

♪

Child: I love you mommy.