01x04 - I Don't Want to Forget

[bunniefuu]

♪

(thudding)

(straining, banging)

Please

(gasping)

no.

(scratching)

(scratching)

Woman (recorded:)

you have one unheard message.

One saved message.

Farid (recorded:) jo, what are

you doing? Where are you?

- I've been calling you all ni--

- (phone beeping)

Woman (recorded:)

you have one saved message.

- Martha: Jo

- (exhaling sharply)

Martha: It's mom.

(martha breathing shakily)

♪

Farid: (voice breaking:) jo

I really need you right now.

(sobbing)

It's, uh

It's really

bad out here and, uh

I need you.

(sobbing)

Please

(sobbing)

Please call me.

Patrick: Yeah, that's, uh

Tanya, the mother's left hand.

Each of her fingers was

broken backwards at the joint.

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 the bone.

(knocking)

Oh, f*ck.

Brie:

Are you going to invite me in?

What are you doing here, brie?

Let's not.

Look, I asked for

help with an edit,

Not for you to fly out here

and hold my hand.

Barb's lost faith, farid.

And maybe you

do need your hand held

Because you haven't

been able to deliver.

I get it,

you're a one-man show, but

We don't get that

luxury anymore. I'm sorry.

I'm here to make sure

you're not f*cking around.

There's not enough time left

to be precious with this.

Jo is mia, so we've

outsourced the sound

- What the f*ck?

- And I'll be editing.

I don't want to be here,

believe me.

I've already got a rash just

looking at this place.

So

What is the plan for today?

Okay. I'm just up there,

and don't leave without me.

(classical piano playing)

sh*t.

(classical piano playing)

Martha (recorded:)

I can't stand the smell,

All of them.

Disgusting. They reek.

They hid you,

Erased you.

Evil, selfish,

Disgusting animals.

Filthy. Stinking.

This is who our family is,

a big,

Dark hole of secrets

and cruelty and lies.

I can smell them.

A wound.

A festering wound.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry they

did this to you.

(classical piano playing)

(phone vibrating)

- (phone vibrating)

- (sighing)

(phone vibrating)

Hi.

- Farid: Jesus, jo.

- I know.

Farid:

Where the hell have you been?

Look, can you talk?

I have something to tell you.

Farid: You promised me

you'd get this done.

I went to bat for you.

sh*t. I didn't send

the sounds, did I?

Farid: No, you didn't.

Oh, god. I did them.

I swear to god, I worked all

day yesterday, and I just

Farid: Okay, listen--

Okay, look,

I'll send them right away.

I just have to

tell you something.

- Farid: Jo?

- No, wait, I I

I found a room.

It was hidden, barricaded.

And I think

Look, I know how this sounds,

but I think that my mom

Had an aunt

that no one knew about,

And I think they were

keeping her up there.

Can you believe that?

I mean, they completely

erased her from our family.

And my mom was trying

to figure it out, too.

She keeps saying,

on these tapes, that this--

Farid:

You're listening to her tapes?

Did you hear what I just said?

Farid: I thought you were

going to throw them out.

I'm trying to tell you

something important.

Farid: Okay.

I had a dream last night.

- (farid sighing)

- what?

Oh my god, fine,

I will send you the sound.

Farid: No, it's too late.

- It'll take two seconds for me.

- Farid: Brie did them, okay?

She's gonna take over.

No.

Farid: Jo, you can't

be mad at me, okay?

I've been calling

you since last night.

You went off the grid.

What was I supposed to do?

That's not your

decision to make, no.

Farid: I had no choice.

I have the sounds.

Farid: Have you been drinking

on your meds?

Excuse me?

Farid: A freaky dream?

Disappearing for a whole day?

We've been here before, jo.

Do you think I'm making this up?

Farid: I think you're not

supposed to drink on your meds.

I'm not my mother.

Well, you're sounding

just like her.

Jo:

Oh, yeah? And you would know?

Yeah, I would.

Jo: You know nothing

about my mother.

I met her.

No, you haven't.

Farid: I have.

When?

(sighing)

May, when you were

in the hospital.

Jo: What?

I'm sorry.

Wait. What are you saying?

Farid: I went out there,

To visit her, to understand,

to understand you,

To understand what

was happening to you.

I thought it could

only be a good thing

If she were back in your life.

I wanted to help you.

What the f*ck?

I was wrong, okay?

She was Gone.

- She was crazy.

- Crazy?

You know what I mean. Unwell.

Do you think I'm unwell, farid?

Farid: No! No,

I just think that you shouldn't

Be drinking on your meds,

and that you shouldn't

Put yourself through the stress

of listening to recordings

Of a sick woman

who k*lled herself!

Jo: So, you're telling me

that you went there,

You spoke to a woman that sick,

You sat with her,

and you did nothing?

You left her there

to f*cking rot?

- Okay, whoa, whoa--

- to k*ll herself?

Jo, are you putting this

all on me right now?

She was ill, farid, my mother.

You could have stopped her.

You know what?

You're the one who shut her out.

I'm sorry, I didn't

I'm sorry.

- Jo?

- I think I'm done.

Don't say that.

I'm serious. Don't call.

Can you come to

newfoundland, please?

No.

I need you.

Call brie.

Jo, don't do this.

Good luck with the season three.

Jo, listen to me. Don't--

(phone beeping)

(exhaling sharply)

(sniffling)

Woman (recorded:)

you have one saved message.

- (phone beeping)

- (exhaling sharply)

Martha (recorded:) jo, it's mom.

(breathing heavily)

Why won't you call me back?

I need help!

You hate me.

Stupid! I'm so stupid!

You won't help me.

You've always been selfish.

(sobbing)

I can't do this anymore.

I want my baby

My daughter.

A mother

should be with her child.

(phone ringing)

Woman: Front desk.

I said no one is to

come in my room--

Not housekeeping,

not front desk, no one.

Was that not clear?!

Brie: That was intense.

That was a private conversation.

Well, it's hard not to hear

when the floor is so thin

And you have your ear

pressed against it.

(brie chuckling)

Listen, when I got in,

the bedspread was soaked

And the entire room

smelled like febreze.

The only way I'm gonna

be able to sleep tonight

Is if I'm hammered.

I know a place.

Oh, oh! What the f*ck was that?

- Screech.

- Uh-uh.

No, never again.

Oh

Are you gonna cry?

- f*ck off.

- (laughing)

You can.

I don't cry.

Oh, he's a big boy.

Shut up. I

(chuckling)

I wish I could.

Every guy I've ever dated

has told me he doesn't cry,

And every one of them did,

when I dumped him.

Jesus

What? You don't cry with jo?

Well, not like cry-cry.

What does that mean?

Sometimes

When I can't, uh

Get through to jo,

If I'm desperate, I, uh

(chuckling mirthlessly)

I actually

force myself to cry,

I fake it.

Sometimes,

it's the only way she hears me.

Wow.

I know.

Once I found out

a boyfriend was cheating on me,

And I logged into his savings

account,

And I e-transferred

myself 10 grand.

Uh That is not the same,

but I thank you for that.

You're welcome.

f*ck, I should call her,

you know? I should

I should fight for us.

It's like

I've just been given this

Get-out-of-jail-free

card, you know?

Is it giving up

If I just let it fade away?

When jo's mental health

first declined,

It took up all the room

in our relationship.

I think I grieved

the loss of us a long time ago.

Maybe that's why I can't cry.

Well, that was depressing.

Um, can I have two more

shots of screech, please?

I still love her.

Brie: I know.

(east coast folk music

playing indistinctly) ♪

Oh! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Uh-uh.

Uh

I

I'm Sorry.

I, uh

Uh

♪

Maggie (recorded:)

um, hello, mr. Matar.

This is maggie knockwood

returning your call.

I have to say I was quite

rattled to get your voicemail.

It took me a bit to decide

whether to call you back,

But, um I do want to talk

about what happened to roseanne.

If you think

you can help, then I'll talk.

Eat up; long drive from briddus.

Really, I'm fine.

Fry bread's still warm.

Thank you.

It's funny, when you called,

I was actually

in roseanne's room.

Sometimes, I sleep there,

just to be close to her.

I can imagine that this isn't

really easy to drag back up.

I appreciate you having me.

Yeah, you know what?

I actually enjoy

talking about roseanne.

It keeps her alive.

You know,

so much of her is faded.

Can you walk me

through the events?

It was August '88.

Levi and I were out of town,

Visiting some

friends in dartmouth.

Left her alone for the weekend.

She was 18, a big girl.

Worked the summers as

a waitress at the local resort,

The windsor house.

I think that's

where she met him,

A secret beau.

No one saw her with him,

but he was older.

Name was, uh

Daniel Dylan Douglas,

something like that.

Caught her drawing little hearts

around the letter 'd'

In the sand

at the beach one day.

Romance for the young

is something special.

I'm sure you know

exactly what I mean.

You think it was him?

Of course it was.

How was rosanne found?

Bound.

Hands behind her back

Tied to her feet

Like an animal.

She was beaten,

stabbed 16 times.

But the worst part was that

All her teeth were gone.

Such a horrible crime

to just explain away.

Lovers quarrel,

and poof, that was it.

Cops said they did

everything they could.

Did they?

White cops

Don't have much time

for girls like rosanne.

Eventually,

everyone around here forgot,

And now that levi's gone,

I'm the only one that

remembers it happened.

Is there anything left behind?

Something that could have

helped track her k*ller down?

Yeah, sure.

He left something behind.

This is where I found her.

She was

Lying right there.

♪

You didn't change the carpet.

I don't want to forget.

That symbol is

what led me to jesus.

In that vent there,

The cops found a hank

of long hair tucked inside.

- He cut off her hair?

- No. No.

Roseanne's hair

is black as night.

That hair? It was bright red.

(phone ringing)

Man (on phone:)

fahey's funeral services.

Hi, this is farid matar.

We met the other day.

Man (on phone:)

I remember.

Okay. When I asked you about

unsolved cases in the '80s,

You told me about

a young hitchhiker.

Man (on phone:)

listen, don't call here anymore.

- Pardon?

- The town knows I spoke to you.

- People are unhappy.

- Okay.

Man (on phone:) oh,

and I want those photos back.

All right. I just--

The young hitchhiker,

what was the colour of her hair?

Man (on phone:)

I told you, I'm not--

No, no, okay, look, look,

I will leave you alone, okay?

I promise. I just Please.

Do you remember

the colour of her hair?

Man (on phone:)

I do.

And?

Man (on phone:) well, it was cut

almost clean off,

But it was red, bright red.

♪

(siren sounding in distance)

(siren sounding)

(car wheels crunching on gravel)

(siren sounding)

(car door closing)

(floorboards creaking)

(creaking)

Rose?

- (thudding)

- (jo gasping)

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