Something Undone (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

(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:
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, 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
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 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, fuck.
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 shit!
(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' 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.
'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 shit 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, shit.
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 murder,
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)
Shit.
♪
♪
- (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.