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WIND RUSTLES LEAVES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

SHE SIGHS

Can we go?

It's your mom.

Yeah, and it's freezing out.

Why don't we just say a quick prayer?

SHE GROANS

Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name...

Jo!

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

QUIETLY: Sorry.

Jo!

- Do you have the keys? - Yeah!

JO: Fucking 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, OK?

You just gotta call me. HE CHUCKLES

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?

THEY LAUGH

I love you.

I love you.

OK.

WOMAN, ON PHONE: 'Look, the story feels thin.

'A family of five murdered 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 working' 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, fuck.

BARB: 'What? What is it?'

All good.

BARB: 'Brie tried to book you into a cute B&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, OK? We don't need Brie. We're solid.

BARB: 'You better be. OK, go work now.'

- OK. BARB: 'Get good shit!'

PHONE BEEPS

HE SIGHS

HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

PHONE RINGS

JO, ON PHONE: 'Hi, it's Jo. Leave a message.'

FARID: 'Jo! How was your first night alone in the house?

'Wait till you see where Barb put me up. Ugh!

'OK, I'm just checking' in.

'I'm gonna go see the Chaffey House today.

'Hey, call me back, OK? I love you.'

WOMAN: He's allowed to cook whatever he wants, even if it's curry.

Jesus Christ, Judy! You can't say that.

Hey, there. Hello. Hi.

- Yeah? - You Officer Miles?

Yep. What can I do you 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.

OK.

Thanks.

OFFICER: Well, Judy, it's your God-given right,

so do whatever you're gonna do.

CHURCH BELLS RINGING

DOG BARKING

HE KNOCKS

HE SIGHS, DOG CONTINUES TO BARK

DOOR CREAKS Hello.

DEVICE BEEPS

This is interview one, Sandra Loughty.

OK, 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.

HE CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY You look more Jewish.

FARID: Saint Rocco.

Oh. Christian. Ha!

KETTLE WHISTLES

Now, Lazarus, you be good.

Well, I'm, uh, not so Christian any more.

SANDRA: Well, once a Christian, always a Christian.

DOG GRUMBLES

DOG SNIFFS

- Tea? - Uh, black. Thank you.

Now, you're here poking around about the Chaffeys, are you?

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.

SHE CHUCKLES Joseph.

Well, then I imagine it was quite a shock to learn of their deaths.

Learn?

Sure, I found 'em.

Excuse me?

Oh, yeah. 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, to go on record talkin' about...

Why?

SHE SIGHS

Everyone thinks that it was the moratorium,

the cod crisis, that ruined this place,

but... that's not true.

It was the Chaffeys' murder.

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.

Cos 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.

'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 the closet door.

'Like mad.

'I was so scared my...

'my heart was right in my throat. I... I knew.

'I knew something 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.'

CELERY CRUNCHES

WIND RUSHES

POUNDING AND SQUISHING

CHIMES TINKLE

STAIRS CREAK

SQUIRTING AND SPLASHING

SPLASHING IN HEADPHONES

PHONE BUZZES

- Hey, babe. FARID: '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 OK?'

- 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 shit alone.'

- I'm fine. - 'I know. But I feel so...'

Farid! Chill. You're all... Have you eaten?

- '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. - 'Oof. How bad is it?'

It's bad.

HE 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: 'Like mother, like daughter. Aw, shit. I'm sorry.'

- Don't worry. - '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, OK. I'm going now. FARID: 'I just... I feel like...'

Farid! I want to do this.

FARID: 'OK.'

ELECTRIC HUMMING FARID: 'OK.'

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: 'Fair.'

- OK, you gonna leave me alone now? - 'I love you, Jo.'

I love you.

LIGHT BULB HUMMING AND BUZZING LOUDLY

SHE SIGHS

LADDER CREAKS

BUZZING AND HUMMING STOP

SHE SIGHS

LADDER CREAKS

POP MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

SHE SIGHS

SHE SNIFFS

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SHE SIGHS

FARID: '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 murder and consumption of a human baby.'

CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

SHE EXHALES

Excellent stuff. That was disgusting.

FARID, CHEWING: 'Mm, I know. What are you listening to?'

- What are you eating? - 'McDonald's.'

- In Newfoundland? - '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.

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 CONTINUES

TURNTABLE LID SNAPS SHUT, MUSIC STOPS

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.'

LIGHT BULB HUMMING

Ugh, this house. OK, just tell me.

FARID: 'Look, it's no big deal. Take care of it tomorrow.'

SHE GROANS

FARID: 'Two minutes and 49 seconds.'

- Good night, Farid. - 'Good night.'

LIGHT BULB HUMMING

LIGHT BULB HUMMING AND BUZZING

LIGHT BULB ZAPPING

SHE GASPS

Shit.

LOUD THUMP, HE GASPS

HE SNIFFS

STAIRS CREAK ON RECORDING

STAIRS CREAK, LIGHT BULB HUMS

STAIRS CREAK, LIGHT BULB HUMS

SOUND CLIP REPEATS

SOUND REPEATS

STAIRS CREAK, LIGHT BULB HUMS

LOUD SCRAPE ON TAPE What the hell?

LOUD SCRAPE

SCRAPING VOLUME INCREASES

SCRAPING REPEATS

SHE SIGHS, RECORDED SOUNDS STOP

SCRAPE COMES FROM OTHER ROOM, SHE GASPS

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CHILD: I love you, Mommy.