Something Undone (2023) s01e02 Episode Script
They Want In
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:
If this is indeed true,
How could a murder this horrific
remain local lore?
- (trap snapping)
- (gasping)
Martha (on tape recording):
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!
- ("stop" 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.
Okay.
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 they 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 place.
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)
(bird chirping)
(chirping continues)
(paper crinkling)
(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.
Okay, 'cause it's about to get
a lot worse.
Okay. 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, you know?
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?
Okay.
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 mum.
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.
'cause 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 to do, meaning--
Sorry.
How do you know about my mom?
Um, you know,
I can't even remember.
Okay. 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?
Okay.
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)
Hello?
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 realize 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)
(liquid sloshing)
Martha (on tape recording):
She wants something from me.
She's always here.
Always listening.
Watching. I feel her.
She wants inside me.
What do you want?
(someone whispering
indistinctly)
Can you hear that?
Jo?
(faint scratching
on the recording)
(scratching intensifies)
- (trap snapping)
- (gasping)
(sighing)
(traps snapping)
Hello?
(traps snapping repeatedly)
Ugh! Oh.
♪
♪
Child:
I love you, mommy.
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:
If this is indeed true,
How could a murder this horrific
remain local lore?
- (trap snapping)
- (gasping)
Martha (on tape recording):
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!
- ("stop" 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.
Okay.
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 they 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 place.
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)
(bird chirping)
(chirping continues)
(paper crinkling)
(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.
Okay, 'cause it's about to get
a lot worse.
Okay. 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, you know?
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?
Okay.
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 mum.
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.
'cause 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 to do, meaning--
Sorry.
How do you know about my mom?
Um, you know,
I can't even remember.
Okay. 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?
Okay.
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)
Hello?
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 realize 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)
(liquid sloshing)
Martha (on tape recording):
She wants something from me.
She's always here.
Always listening.
Watching. I feel her.
She wants inside me.
What do you want?
(someone whispering
indistinctly)
Can you hear that?
Jo?
(faint scratching
on the recording)
(scratching intensifies)
- (trap snapping)
- (gasping)
(sighing)
(traps snapping)
Hello?
(traps snapping repeatedly)
Ugh! Oh.
♪
♪
Child:
I love you, mommy.