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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:

how could a murder this horrific remain local lore?

TRAP SNAPPING, GASPING

MARTHA: '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 kill me!

'Kill me. Kill me!' 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 murder 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.

Killed 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.

OK... 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 you 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 joint.

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

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 fucking 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.

OK, cos it's about to get a lot worse.

OK. 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.

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 kill himself.

Bullet 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?

OK.

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 mom.

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.

Cos 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 me to do, meaning...

Sorry.

How do you know about my mom?

Um, you know,

I can't even remember.

OK. 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?

OK.

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 murdered.

Now, everybody in this town thinks my uncle

is some psychopath who killed 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?

Shit 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 shit 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 fuck out of Briddus!

We don't want you here.

PHONE VIBRATING

- Jo? - 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 killed 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 realise 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

MARTHA: She wants something from me.

She's always here.

Always listening.

Watching. I feel her.

She wants inside me.

What do you want?

WHISPERING Can you hear that?

Jo?

FAINT SCRATCHING ON THE RECORDING

SCRATCHING INTENSIFIES

TRAP SNAPPING, GASPING

SIGHING

TRAPS SNAPPING

Hello?

TRAPS SNAPPING REPEATEDLY

Ugh! Oh.

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CHILD: I love you, Mommy.