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THUD

SHE STRAINS

DESPERATE BANGING

No. Please...

SCRATCHING No.

SCRATCHING

WOODEN SCRAPING

SHE GASPS

PHONE: 'You have one unread message. One saved message.'

FARID: 'Jo, what are you doing? Where are you?

'I've been calling you all ni...' PHONE BEEPS

PHONE: 'You have one saved message.'

MARTHA: 'Jo...

'It's Mom.'

FARID, TEARFULLY: Jo...

I really need you right now.

HE SOBS

It's, uh...

It's getting really bad out here and, uh...

..I need you.

HE SOBS

Please...

Please call me.

PATRICK: 'Yeah, that's, uh... Tanya, the mother's left hand.

'Each of her fingers was broken backwards at the joint.'

CRUNCHING

'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.'

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, fuck.

BRIE: Are you gonna 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 any more. I'm sorry.

I'm here to make sure you're not fucking around.

There's not enough time left to be precious with this.

Jo is MIA, so we've outsourced the sound...

- What the fuck? - ...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?

OK. I'm just up there, and don't leave without me.

CLASSICAL PIANO PLAYING

Shit.

MARTHA, ON TAPE: '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.

PIANO CONTINUES

PHONE BUZZES

SHE SIGHS

- Hi. FARID: 'Jesus, Jo.'

- I know. - '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.'

Shit. 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: 'OK, listen..'

I'll send them. I just have to tell you something.

- '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 gonna throw them out.'

I'm trying to tell you something important.

FARID: 'OK.'

I had a dream last night.

HE SIGHS What? Oh my God, fine,

I will send you the sound. FARID: 'No, it's too late.'

- It'll take two seconds for me. - 'Brie did them, OK?

'She's gonna take over.'

No.

FARID: 'Jo, you can't be mad at me, OK?

'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?

HE SIGHS

In 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 fuck?

I was wrong, OK? 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 killed 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 fucking rot?' - OK, whoa, whoa...

- 'To kill herself?' - Are you putting this on me?

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.

FARID: '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 BEEPS

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SNIFFLING

PHONE: 'You have one saved message.' PHONE BEEPS

MARTHA, ON TAPE: 'Jo, it's Mom.'

'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.

'I can't do this any more.

'I want my baby...

'my daughter.'

JO SOBS

'A mother should be with her child.'

PHONE RINGS 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 CHUCKLES

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 fuck was that?

- Screech. - Uh-uh.

No, never again.

Oh...

Are you gonna cry?

Fuck off. THEY LAUGH

You can.

I don't cry.

Oh, he's a big boy.

Shut up. I... 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...

HE CHUCKLES

...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.

Fuck, 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.

FOLK MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

Oh! Hey!

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

Uh...

I...

I'm... sorry.

I, uh...

Uh...

MAGGIE: '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. - Fried 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 killer 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: 'I remember.'

OK. When I asked you about unsolved cases in the '80s,

you told me about a young hitchhiker.

MAN: 'Listen, don't call here any more.'

- Pardon? - 'The town knows I spoke to you.

'People are unhappy.' - OK.

- And I want those photos back.' - All right. I just...

The young hitchhiker, what was the colour of her hair?

MAN: 'I told you, I'm not...'

No, no, OK, look, look, I will leave you alone, OK?

I promise. I just... please.

Do you remember the colour of her hair?

MAN: 'I do.' - And?

MAN: 'Well, it was cut almost clean off,

'but it was red, bright red.'

DISTANT SIREN WAILS

CAR WHEELS CRUNCHING GRAVEL

SIREN BLARES

FLOORBOARDS CREAKING

CREAKING

Rose?

THUDDING, JO GASPS

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