My man's out there.
Just need that sign.
See, that's the spot.
Homie's got what we came for.
Just what I promised
at The Penny
Cut pure, no fenny
Bout to take your body
on a pleasure cruise, baby girl
It's just...
crazy that he wanted
to meet you here.
-This is Pig Hill, you know?
-Word?
The Pig Hill.
Pig people,
missing women.
You're definitely not a local.
Your curves
got me distracted.
About to take you
on an adventure, girl.
Homie, where you at?
Mick!
Nooo! Please!
Oh, sh*t! sh*t! sh*t!
News at top of the hour.
Sadly, authorities
have officially listened--
Towns like Meadville haunts you
like phantoms in the attic
of the American dream,
- forgotten. Invisible.
- ...Saturday night.
Footage
shows Emily...
Desperately trying to be seen,
but condemned
to the cold wind of obscurity.
The missing women are consumed
by that civic curse.
Their voices and experiences
cry out for acknowledgement.
I hear them
and I dedicated these pages
to finding their justice.
...on the cause.
Everything from a serial k*ller
to local legends of pig people.
Emily's parents described her
as an ambitious college student
with a big heart
and bright future.
They pray she is found soon.
Please contact authorities
if you have any information.
See you too. Good?
Need a hand?
I'm running late, Reggie.
That makes nine women
in the last decade--
Ten women.
Four in the last year.
It's speeding up.
Those pig people are insatiable.
Reggie, just because
I'm writing a book
about the missing women
doesn't mean I actually believe
it's the pig people.
They're not real, okay?
It's just--
it's a stupid urban legend.
Well, Bone says you're lying.
But he can be
a judgmental prick,
so I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.
You're a certified prince.
You volunteering
at the shelter tonight?
Yup.
Well, since you no longer
believe in pig people,
I suppose it's of no interest
that Trapper Jon and I
found a girl
up on Pig Hill last night--
pregnant and ready to pop.
Dropped her off at the shelter.
Pigs got her for sure.
That's not a rumor
you should spread, Reggie.
Ugh. I can't open
without coffee.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
The court order said
you have to be fifteen feet away
from my store,
you thieving f*ck!
Sixteen feet. I'm golden.
And if I need a book,
I'll go to the library.
You've been banned
from there too.
I heard about your
search history, you pervert.
You're lucky I don't call PETA
on you, you whack job!
- Call p*nis?
- Not pe--
Get the f*ck outta here, Reggie!
I had dinner
with Julian last night.
I find myself--
Chris can be such a d*ck.
Let's face this together.
Hello--
All right.
Trading them in?
Well, this place...
has not changed a bit!
Hi. I'm sorry.
Uh, this is...
It's all
just a little overwhelming.
I've had a lot
of old memories here.
Yeah.
It's a true Meadville pastime.
Cash or credit?
Cash or credit?
Oh, right. Um...
So my friend said
this is a great place
to cut deals.
He practically insisted that
I bring all my old books here.
Not that I ever thought
I'd need to sell them,
but here we are.
You said
you're from around here?
You don't look familiar.
Yeah, well, Conneaut Lake.
I just moved to New York City
after I graduated.
Chasing that paper trail.
How'd that work out for you?
Well, I went from trading stocks
to trading old paperbacks,
so... there's that.
How about you?
What's your story?
I'm a Meadville grad,
but I never really mixed
with the lake-rats anyway.
And is your, uh, fella
one of those lake-rats?
Oh, no. He's local.
He's civilized.
I wasn't aware
that there were so many books
published on the Roswell crash.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, you know,
I fashioned myself
after Fox Mulder
in grade school.
I never did find the truth.
It was a n*zi aircraft.
The government tried
to cover it up
so that the public
wouldn't learn about the Nazis
in Antarctica.
What? Are you serious?
Yeah.
Ah! Sorry. Hold on.
Oh, sh*t.
My mom fell.
Uh, I... I gotta go.
I'm so sorry.
I'll-- just leave this
and I'll have my boss
work on a quote.
No, okay. Yes.
Uh, no I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
- And, hey... thank you.
- Yeah. Of course.
- Okay.
- Uh...
- Okay.
f*ck!
Hello?
You reached Ben.
I can't get to the phone.
Leave a message after the beep.
Please, just call me back, Ben.
I know
you check your voicemails.
If you want us to be over,
I will accept that.
I just...
really need to see you, okay?
It's been 13 months.
Piggy!
Come on, Piggy.
God!
Mm-mm. Smells good.
Have I ever done you wrong?
Not in the kitchen.
Oooh. Cold.
All right.
Be ready in about four minutes.
You, uh,
you gonna take a shower?
No.
Um, I have to be at the shelter
in an hour,
so I don't have any time.
All right, then.
Dinner is served.
You've been talking to him
this whole f*cking time!
Baby sister, Ben is my
business partner and my friend.
He's my f*cking husband!
I have to get to the shelter.
I'm just gonna walk.
Come on, I'm driving you.
It's late.
sh*t.
Oh, god.
Whatever.
Jesus Christ, my eyes!
Oh, sh*t!
Have you ever
heard of knocking?
Oh, God.
Decent?
I'm late.
I'm sorry, okay?
I should have told you
that I was in touch with Ben,
but you saw it's all
about the business.
That doesn't f*cking matter.
I just want to know
what I did wrong.
I just want to know
why he left me.
I don't know.
Ben has blue phases, okay?
He always has.
From the Gowan deal
falling through,
the situation with you, it's...
I'm trying to...
I don't know, it's exhausting
being in the middle of it.
But I'm sorry.
All right,
let me drive you to the shelter.
You're gonna pick me up
at 4 a.m.?
Phew. You better believe it.
Have you been staying clean?
Damn.
I never should have got you
interested in this nonsense.
You know, just being
an as*h*le big brother
trying to scare you, right?
Worked beyond
your wildest dreams.
Carrie, Carrie, up the hill.
See the piggies and the swill.
Oinky, oinky.
k*ll. k*ll. k*ll. k*ll.
All the piggies on Pig Hill.
Damn, such poetry.
Who knew my childhood rhymes
would be so timeless?
Me and only me.
Let's go, kid.
Jesus.
You know, you're never
gonna finish this place
if a certain bartender
keeps draining the inventory.
I hired
this cute little blondie,
Emily from Allegheny.
Disappeared on me.
Just like the brunette
and the redhead
like every other girl
in my life.
You don't think I'm the problem,
do you?
No.
-Cheers.
-Cheers.
Seriously,
with all
your financial wizardry,
I mean, a guy like me...
could never own
a place like this.
Thank you.
I know that coming back here
after everything that happened
is not exactly
how you envisioned your life.
But I just want to say
that I'm glad you're here.
Thank you, brother.
All right. Thank you.
Cheers.
The kids are okay.
The shelter gave us
three months this stretch.
Should be enough time
to start over.
How many years
is Steve looking at?
If I testify, several.
I'm sure
you'll make the right choice.
You are the only person
that is not pressuring me
to testify.
Thank you.
That's still not
gonna save your a*s.
Oh, god.
Savage.
You're somehow even better
with this one arm.
That's crazy.
You the helper, b*tch?
Show some respect.
It's fine.
I'm a volunteer here.
My name's Carrie.
You must be Paula.
Can I get a minute with you?
Alone?
Yeah, of course.
Just a second.
-What can I do for you?
-I need to get rid of it.
Now.
An ab*rtion this late term
would be ill*gal, Paula.
So you ain't gonna help me?
I... want to.
I just...
I really don't know how I can.
Good for nothing, c**t.
Code Red!
We have a Code Red!
Look what you made me do, b*tch.
Any doctors on site,
we need them
in the bathroom STAT.
And call the paramedics.
Coat hanger didn't do sh*t.
I can feel this f*ck
coming out.
It's-- It's still alive.
IT'S STILL ALIVE!
Shh. The doctor's coming.
The doctor's coming.
Promise me you'll k*ll it.
Just take deep breathe.
Shh. Shh.
Move!
We don't have time to move her.
I can see the breach from here.
Hold her down.
Aren't you the f*cking shrink?
I'm still a doctor.
And I'm the best shot your baby
has right now.
Don't move.
I'm going in.
Don't. The baby's coming.
Don't move.
Pull her down!
Breathe! Breathe!
The baby is coming.
The baby is coming.
Don't move.
Breathe! Breathe! Breathe!
Carrie, hold the baby.
She's losing too much blood!
Okay.
She's losing too much blood!
...for us, okay?
We're not gonna make it
to the hospital
unless the bleeding stops.
Come on! Come on, Paula!
It's okay. It's okay. Paula?
I told you to k*ll it!
f*ck Pig Hill.
Call the paramedic! Now! Now!
Oh, my baby. No!
What's that?
...clear.
We're in Crawford County Med.
Uh, ETA 15.
Holy sh*t.
Yeah.
-Well, is it a pig baby?
-Oh, god.
What the f*ck is wrong with you,
Reggie?
Oh, I'm sorry. Bad timing.
The worst actually, okay?
I just-- I really
can't do this right now.
I need to be alone, all right?
Okay. Okay.
But wa-- was it a pig baby?
'Cause, 'cause if it was,
it's evidence.
You-- You think
of your book, you know.
You-- You can prove
that they are real.
Not now, Reggie. Okay?
This could be your chance.
-This is a different thing.
-Please.
Can you please
just leave me alone?
I really can't do this
right now, okay?
- I'm-- I'm-- please--
- Hey!
Hey. Back the f*ck off her!
- What are you doing?
- Wha-- Ahh!
- I'm not doing anything.
- Chris, stop it.
Don't you f*cking
ever get close to her again.
Chris!
You won't see me again, okay?
-I promise.
-I f*cking better not.
Go!
Piece of sh*t.
What the f*ck, Chris?
Reggie's my friend.
You have no idea what
I've been through tonight, okay?
This is the last f*cking thing
that I needed.
You know, if that piece
of sh*t's your friend,
then maybe
that's why you're so miserable.
Well, f*ck you. Okay?
I'm gonna walk home.
So, I don't need
your f*cking charity.
Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?
Look, I just f*ck-- I thought--
What's happening?
Jesus, hey.
Come on. What's going on?
You can tell me.
Carrie, you can tell me
anything, all right?
You're the most important person
in my life.
Yeah. Well...
maybe that's why
I'm so f*cking miserable.
I'm an as*h*le.
Sorry.
Your pupils are saying
that maybe you had
a little bit of help
with that tonight.
How many pills have you taken?
Uh...
I'm sorry, right?
Look, you can drive.
I won't say a word.
Ben could have
at least left the car.
I almost felt bad making you
chauffeur me around.
Almost.
Part of the job.
Big brother business.
Can we be real?
Yeah. Sure thing.
My meds
have been late for months.
Have you been taking them?
Oh, my god!
What do you
even get out of them?
They make me feel
like a zombie.
I don't know,
I can't explain it.
I gotta get down to get up,
I guess.
f*cking unbelievable.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I think it's sweet
that you care though.
Well, it's part of my job.
- Mm.
- Little sister business
Well, let me make it up to you.
I'll buy you dinner tomorrow.
Okay.
-All right. Good night.
-Good night.
Hey, there.
Hi.
Hi.
Perfect timing.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
My-- My boss just came in
with her offer.
Stud?
Roberta wrote that.
Um, we... didn't know your name.
Well... uh...
my name is Andy Korn.
- Andy Korn?
- Yeah. Yep.
It was my dad's first
and last dad joke.
But hey, 30 bucks.
This is not too bad.
They could buy us
a couple of drinks next door.
I know you're married, okay?
I just don't...
like to drink alone.
And to be honest, I really
need to know...
about those Nazis in Antarctica.
I mean, it's not a crime
to have a drink with a friend.
Especially
when this friend is buying.
I... can...
close down the store
in about ten minutes.
So have a drink ready for me
and I will tell you
all the secrets of the universe.
Okay.
-You got a deal.
-Okay.
All right.
Okay.
I forgot
how much booze you can get
for... ...thirty bucks
in Meadville.
That's cute.
Is that your brother again?
Maybe you should pick it up.
No.
He's in my doghouse.
He redefines
what it means to be
a "protective big brother".
It's more like overbearing.
And, um, how does your...
husband feel about this?
Ben? Well...
Ben and my brother
are best friends.
And business partners and...
I think Ben's always
looked up to him, but...
I... honestly don't know
how he feels
about anything anymore, so...
What do you mean?
He... took the car and...
left and never came back.
What?
Wow. Wow.
That's terrible. I'm sorry.
But my brother's
really stepped up.
He makes me dinner most nights
and he always drives me to work
when it's dark out.
And he tries to make me laugh.
Well, your brother
sounds alright.
Yeah. Well, he introduced me
to the two biggest mysteries
of my whole life.
My husband
and the pig people.
Pig people?!
Mm-hmm.
Wait... You...
Those...
...those alien pigs
up on that hill?
- Alien pigs?
- Yeah.
I'm literally
writing the book on them.
And I haven't even heard that.
It's always aliens with you,
huh?
Well,
it is my default assumption.
So...
...how badly did you
mess things up back home
that you're in Crawford County
hawking your childhood
paperbacks
for drinking money?
Uh, it was spectacularly.
Paint me a picture.
Yeah, okay.
Well, I left here
after high school.
College was a breeze.
Got great marks in Finance.
I was placed in a hedge fund
in New York and made a fortune.
Met my wife,
got married...
had a son...
lost a son.
Oh, my god. I'm so sorry.
The marriage didn't survive
and, um...
I got carved up pretty badly
in the divorce.
As a parting gift she set
the IRS on me for...
tax evasion,
among other things, so...
You're awfully honest
for someone who commits fraud.
- It's refreshing.
- Yeah.
Okay. Okay, well in that case,
uh, two Jameson shots.
- Oh my.
- Oh my.
Okay.
- That was quick.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
- There we go.
Okay.
To... the pig people.
To the pig people.
Mm. Oooh.
Oh, never changes.
Um, uh, everything okay?
Um, I-- I should go actually.
- What's wrong?
- Oh, nothing, sorry.
I just have to go.
Security called my office.
Ben is there.
He's acting unhinged.
I'm gonna get him, okay?
Everything will be all right.
I promise.
Carrie, uh, Ben,
he's at the house.
Okay, I think he knows
about you and--
and that guy Andy.
Oh, god!
I'm so sorry.
Sorry for your loss.
You know I love you, right?
I'll always be here for you.
It's gonna be okay.
Hi.
I know I-- I didn't know Ben,
obviously.
But I just wanted
to offer my condolences.
Roberta told me what happened,
and I-- I just wanted
to be here for you.
As a friend.
I hope that's okay.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Can I actually, um,
can I talk to you outside
for a second?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Uh, Chris. Right?
I know, look, I know we haven't
had a chance to meet you, but--
What are you--?
She's burying her husband.
That's my best friend.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Look, I know who you are.
Okay, there's no secrets
between my sister and I.
Showing up here, it's f*cked up.
All right,
you stay away from my sister.
You understand?
Yeah. Yeah.
Get the f*ck out of here!
Have some respect.
Hey.
There's plenty of room
in my house.
I just...
I don't think
it's good for you here.
This is my home.
I'm not gonna leave.
Okay.
I understand.
Well, look, um...
Ben's half of Paragon
goes to you.
So, once the, uh...
the Hopkins Medical deal
goes through,
you'll never have to worry
about money again.
Well, that doesn't make
any of this any better.
I know.
I know, I just...
I don't want you afraid
for the future.
And I want you to know
that I'll never abandon you.
I'll be here if you need me.
I'm so sorry. I love you.
Carrie, Carrie, up the hill.
Look what you made me do, b*tch!
To see the piggies
and the swill.
Oinky, oinky.
k*ll! k*ll! k*ll!
All the piggies on Pig Hill.
Come here. Come here.
It's okay.
Myth and folklore
drown the truth in darkness,
leading us to focus
on the sensational,
not the sad souls
lost in the shadows.
The only stories
we should honor...
are the victims.
Paula Davis, huh?
How's she factoring
with all this?
Says she committed suicide.
Her last words
were "f*ck Pig Hill."
I want to know why.
Only thing
I can tell you about Paula Davis
is we currently have a warrant
out for her father, Red.
We always have a warrant
out for Red.
Red blew up their trailer
cooking meth a year ago.
They've been living off
the grid since.
We figure Red
started abusing Paula
during that time.
No evidence,
apart from that deformed baby
and common sense.
Did you run a paternity test
on the baby?
You said it looked like a...
pig?
Yes.
I saw
a picture of Paula Davis's baby,
and frankly,
it didn't look like a pig to me
at all.
Every outlandish theory
feels like a cruel mockery
to the spirit
of these missing women.
Yet, denying the lore
feels like blocking
a door to the truth.
Pig monsters
have the taste for pretty girls.
Speculation runs wild
and unchecked,
but never rejected outright.
Reality will be far worse.
My entire life,
I've just been dismissed.
Like, you were this bright,
shining star,
and Mom and Dad were always
calling all over you,
and even Uncle Jack was, like,
completely devoted to you,
you know?
- Uncle Jack is a prick.
- But it doesn't matter.
With this book,
I can finally accomplish
something on my own.
It makes me really happy
that you're staying clean.
I haven't seen you this clear
in a long time.
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Haven't used since Ben, um...
Get her up.
I can't risk
throwing out my back.
I wasn't aware you
were having back issues, Dad.
Okay.
What the hell?
Andy.
It's so lovely to see you.
Are Melissa and Thomas here?
I would love
to see our grandson!
Just keep telling her, boy.
She ain't going
to remember anyways.
You don't do anything here.
We're just a roof for you.
I love you, Mom.
This is Carrie.
Leave a message.
Hey.
I need to listen to something
besides my thoughts.
I'd love that voice to be yours.
So, what's this?
TKK?
Oh, that's my son's initials.
Thomas Kristopher Korn.
When he passed, I had it made.
Do you mind if I ask?
No, I don't mind.
Um...
we had a summer home
up in upstate New York.
And uh...
it's more like a farm.
Uh... and he loved it.
He loved the...
the goats, the chickens,
the pigs.
But he...
...he especially loved
this old tractor.
He would ride in my lap
on it sometimes and, uh...
One time we went out
and, and, um...
...we fell into a sinkhole.
He...
He fell out of my lap
and under the wheel.
Oh, my god.
I'm so sorry.
You know sometimes, uh...
if I listened hard enough...
I can still hear him laughing.
I listen all the time.
But...
Uh, so how are you holding up?
I am just...
trying to stay focused,
you know, finish my book.
No distractions.
But I can definitely
feel the weight of it all
just... pulling me down.
No, hey, fight that pull.
I didn't and it took
everything from me.
Sucked you all the way back
to Crawford County.
Yeah.
What's the latest on the book?
I'm trying to find Red Davis.
Is that a pig person?
Figuratively, yeah.
He's this...
deranged meth head
who abused his daughter, Paula,
really badly.
And it all happened on Pig Hill.
And he's hiding up there
somewhere.
And I want to tell Paula's story
and through that reveal
the myth of the pig people.
But I have to find him first
and the police
won't look for him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
that sounds...
crazy dangerous.
You doing all of this alone?
Well, I don't know, am I?
Okay, I see.
That's why you're here.
You need a superhero sidekick.
I get it, these muscles
aren't just for a show.
Of course not.
Yeah, all right, well,
consider me bad guy bait.
I really don't want
to put you in any danger,
so here's the deal.
We find Red,
we go to the police, that's it.
Oh, yeah?
Famous last words.
It's dark as f*ck.
Can you leave the lights on?
Welcome to Pig Hill.
Oh.
This is the address of
Red Davis's last
known associate.
I can't imagine
any self-respecting pig
wanting to live like this.
Yeah.
Do you wanna know the sad truth
about the legend?
Eh, hit me with spoilers.
There used to be
a leper colony here years ago.
Oh.
And the locals
called them pig people,
and then from there the folklore
just spun out of control.
Wow, you weren't kidding
about the spoilers.
That's depressing
and anticlimactic.
Yeah.
But I'm sure you'll make
a great book out of it.
You know, my two cents...
I really think you should lean
into the whole
extraterrestrial hypothesis.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, none of it
explains all the missing women.
Sure, it does.
They're abducted.
It's just crazy.
Ten women have vanished
in the past decade,
and they all have
a similar look,
and the police
just write them off.
There's, like, drug addicts
and the transients
and... and there's poor
Paula Davis.
There's just
so much to confront.
Something about this ground
is cursed.
And that-- whoa! ...is the book.
Well, I'm excited.
You're excited about a pig farm?
Eh, you know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
More than a farm.
It's holy ground.
So what the hell are you
city creatures doing on it?
Speak quickly,
or I'll feed you to the pigs.
Look, the car ran out of gas.
Let the lady speak.
Far more appealing.
We ran out of gas,
and we were trying to call
for help,
but neither of our phones
have service out here.
Nothing up here after dark
except trouble.
And me.
But luckily for you two,
hospitality is my specialty.
Right.
Let's say we pour out
a couple fine glasses of whiskey
and, uh, consecrate
this new friendship.
Name's Giovanni Vendetti.
Pig King.
The Pig Hill farm.
Well, Giovanni, uh, I'm Andy.
And this is Carrie.
See that?
Now we're friends.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay.
This is my empire of pork.
Best bootleg bacon in America.
No regulators on this ground.
Looks like you're quite
the pig expert.
I possess the collective wisdom
of over 200 years of piggin'.
My family's been running pigs
since they fell off the boat.
Hey, what a coincidence.
Carrie over here, she's writing
a book about the pig people.
I thought you ran out of gas...
and were looking for town.
Yes, we came up here
to do some research
for a book that I'm writing,
and then...
...it just got dark
and we lost track.
Yep.
My word.
You should've said that
from the first.
Yeah, here I thought
you two were just
looking for a stretch of land
and some moonlight
so you could sh**t one of them
f*ck films on your phone.
Uh, let's have some whiskey.
Come on.
Thank you.
You know, my grandfather,
Santino,
took over this farm.
Now, that was
a world-class pig man.
Shouldn't you be writing
that down?
Isn't this novel supposed
to be about my kinfolk?
Uh, well,
my book is about the folklore
of the pig people,
not pig farmers.
Mm, yeah.
That silly yarn
about the pig-human hybrids?
Only truth
to that story
started on this farm.
Mm-hmm.
Angelo Vendetti...
was the first one
to stake a claim
here from the old country.
Brought over his family
and some prized hogs.
The hogs
were premier entertainment.
But there was one...
one special hog,
one...
...well-renowned hog,
if you will.
A big old boy by the name of...
Il Cazzo.
God blessed that pig
with a pecker
the size of your forearm.
Impossible not to admire.
Only problem was Angelo's...
potato-brained daughter,
Bettina...
...was the one
who admired it the most.
Poor Angelo just gave up
trying to keep Bettina
from running down to that pen.
That's horrible.
Bettina didn't complain.
Strange love affair
that gave birth
to a lot of wild rumors.
Bettina and Il Cazzo
didn't last long.
But their legend sure did.
The music of their love affair
carried through generations
and created the Il Cazzo
spectacles.
To the pig people.
Why do you have
picture of Red?
Well, I think it's time
for us to go.
I want to thank you.
I want to thank you
for this whiskey.
I asked you a question, girl.
I knew his daughter, Paula.
She passed away recently
and I wanted to make sure
that Red knew too.
What the hell
are you two doing here?
And I want the truth now.
I told you the truth.
I'm writing a book.
What does Red have to do
with Pig Hill anyway?
How do you know him?
I've known Red
since we were boys.
Best hog butcher in this county.
Now we have shared
meals, drinks,
and a hard day's work together.
Nothing but respect
for that man.
Well, the police see things
differently.
And so did Paula.
Police don't know
flapjacks from pig sh*t.
Paula was born bad.
There's a lot of sinister things
in these woods.
And she's one of
the worst of them.
Burned down her daddy's trailer.
Tore down his name.
Broke Red's damn heart.
I don't think
he'll ever be found.
And if you're looking for him,
I would stop!
Sorry.
I think this night is over.
Thank you for everything.
Really.
All right.
Let's go.
Well, no Red Davis,
but a lot of Il Cazzo.
Revolting.
And pig sex parties.
What chapter in your book
is that?
The chapter I f*cking burned.
You know, they say
they use this radio tower
to signal their home world.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
What are your sources?
I got a source.
Besides, I mean,
if I told you...
I'd have to...
kiss you.
No! No! No!
Yeah, that's him.
He's been following her
since the funeral.
- LAPD, open up.
- Whoa, what?
What is--
What the hell is happening?
Sir, when's the last time
you saw her?
Last night.
I... dropped her off
at her house
around 1 a.m.
One a.m.?
Hey, what's wrong with you?
She just buried her husband.
Her door's left open.
There's evidence of a struggle.
We can't find her anywhere.
- What?
- What?
She wasn't interested in you,
so you took her?
If Carrie is missing,
I will do whatever it takes
to find her.
Look.
Man to man,
I'm just freaked out.
Okay, if you know something,
just tell us.
All right, she's the only family
that I have.
Welcome...
Welcome to hell.
Wait a minute.
You're Emily Barton, right?
You've been missing for months.
The sack's here
to protect your modesty.
Enjoy self-respect.
Something you'll lose quickly.
Oh my god.
Yuck. Holy f*ck.
The last thing I remember,
there was, like,
a pigman in my house.
It was probably
one of his piglets.
Swill doesn't leave the cage.
Swill?
That's the name
the girls gave him.
You'll meet him soon enough.
He's gonna f*ck you
until you die...
...or give him a child.
God damn it.
I told her
to stay away from Red.
We didn't even see Red.
We only saw Giovanni.
Well, Giovanni is
Red's only known friend, so...
What, do you think he has her?
Wouldn't be the worst thing
Red's done.
Okay, then let's go
get her then.
We don't know where Red is.
Well, we could start
with Giovanni's pig farm.
We can't just start knocking
on people's doors.
Like you knocked on mine?
You need to calm down.
Now again,
you dropped her off at 1 a.m.
and then did you go
straight home?
I'm sorry, am I a suspect?
Everyone's a suspect
until she's found.
Can you even legally hold me?
No, you were here voluntarily
because you said
you wanted to help.
And I do, I do.
I guess
why I shouldn't be sitting here
right now doing nothing.
Am I free to go?
Yeah, you're free to go.
I hear him now.
No, please, please.
No, no. She didn't see nothing.
I swear!
She didn't see nothing.
Looks like Swill
finally got sick of him.
That piece of sh*t's
the reason I'm here.
Had to take me to Pig Hill.
It's so horrible.
It's so horrible. No, please.
If you want to survive,
get Swill off.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
If you want
to die a proud b*tch...
Swill will oblige you.
Did you get any weapons?
- Yeah. f*ck yeah.
- Oh, great.
We need to find a tracker, okay?
Someone who knows Pig Hill.
Okay, um, DFW, Elks,
Kiwanis Club.
No, no, no, no.
Underneath
the Spring Street bridge.
Well, that's a terrible idea.
There is no exit.
Well, we got in, we can get out.
Swill.
He's gonna want some a*s.
Don't think.
Eat.
You're going to need the energy.
She just never would listen.
She's been obsessed
with these pig people
since she was a child.
Heard some silly nursery rhyme
from her brother.
Look where it led her.
Right there is Red's barn.
Pig people?
I-- I mean,
I lived here my whole life.
I never heard of any pig people,
Reg.
Carrie knew all about them.
Every campfire tale,
every bit of trivia.
Such a smart young woman.
Her only problem was she didn't
actually believe they were real.
Demonic pigs
didn't take Carrie.
It was Red Davis.
He found out we were looking
for him, and he took her.
Red Davis is the reason
for all the missing women
in this county?
He's been butchering women
for thousands of years?
I know Red.
He's a lot of things, but...
he's not immortal.
Thousands of years.
I mean...
This land is a ritual pit.
There's several places
like it around the world.
Areas that...
touch the dark
and call for blood sacrifice.
Hea-- Heard of the Nephilims?
No...
What are they?
Creatures born to mortal women
from divine beings.
Giants. Monsters.
Abominations.
God eventually
cast their fathers
into the abyss
for their transgressions.
But the children...
the Nephilims...
remained wandering the land.
Pulled to areas of this world
where the veil to hell
is thinnest.
And they can...
please their imprisoned daddies
with horrific offerings.
Imprisoned daddies?
Great.
Well, I feel like I just learned
about the Crawford County force
from Hobo-Wan Kenobi.
Our Nephilim look like pigs.
The Seneca dealt with them
for a millennia
before we stole their land.
Look it up.
That's enough. Let's go.
Come on!
Please, leave me alone.
Fear gets him going.
Swill. Don't give it to her.
I want it. All of it.
Please, baby.
It's not my first time.
And it'll only buy you a night.
Take me.
Me. Only me.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
It's open.
Ooh. What's that sound?
Giovanni's pig farm
down the hill.
Are you sure?
Vendettis are almost as bad--
Why are you ones looking for me?
Relax.
This cleaver is razor sharp.
It will slice through your neck
like it was a loaf of souse.
Where's Carrie?
That cute little split-tail
you was with last night?
Both of you were asking
too many f*cking questions.
What did you do to her?
I didn't do nothing
to that b*tch.
Just like I didn't do nothing
to my own daughter.
None of you m*therf*ckers
will leave me alone!
Why's the guy still standing?
It's kind of funny, ain't it,
as*h*le?
You get to die
by a pig sticker on Pig Hill.
What the f*ck?
How could you
butcher Red like this?
Savages!
I will see you
strung up for this.
911.
What's your emergency?
dramatic sting]
Help me.
Carrie's still out there, okay?
We got to keep looking.
Yeah, don't worry about it.
We got it now.
Reggie! Keep looking.
Promise me.
We'll find her.
Please, don't k*ll me.
I need a doctor.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, god. This is a miracle.
Ca-- Ca-- Carrie. Carrie,
ca-- can you hear me?
Reggie?
Yeah. Hi.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
You-- You stay with me, huh?
Come on. Come on.
Here we go.
We need to get her
to a hospital.
Carrie!
Get off her! What are you doing?
Carrie. Carrie, are you okay?
Are you okay? Talk to me.
Did he do this to you?
Was it him?
No?
It's okay.
It's okay.
See the papers?
"Local hero ends Pig Hill
Butcher's reign of terror."
Andy!
Where's your girlfriend?
Where's your girlfriend?
All right, all right, all right.
Get out. Get out of here.
-Get out of the way!
-Hey! Hey!
You got a cleaver
with your name on it.
Yeah. Yeah.
Honestly, my memories
just haven't changed.
I still just see the...
...the cages and...
...pig people... and just--
...all that horrible m*rder.
Even though
the hospital released you,
you need to take it easy.
The hallucinogenics
and the trauma have warped
your perception of the events,
Carrie.
It's gonna be okay.
It was Red.
They proved it.
I could unlock all of this
with one hypnosis session.
Keep your bullshit
out of my sister's head.
All right? You're just
gonna twist her up more.
I know. I'm supposed to see Red.
My mind just won't allow me.
This is a process.
You just keep making sure you
take the medication I prescribe.
Your brother told me you
weren't regular with it
before the abduction.
It'll be like clockwork.
Carrie!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Thank god.
What the f*ck
do you think you're doing?
Are you the boyfriend?
Yeah. Yeah, he is.
It's probably best
if you stay away
until things settle down.
Carrie is in a fragile state
right now.
I understand.
I just... needed to see her.
I wanted to make sure
she was okay.
And I wanted to give her this.
You know
how important this is to me.
It'll make me feel better
knowing that you have it.
Thomas and I
will be watching you, okay?
Thank you.
Yeah. You're welcome.
Today's session is over.
Carrie needs her rest.
- Yeah. Okay.
- You heard the doctor.
Leave.
Look, Doc,
I'm really sorry about arguing--
No, Carrie just needs
a little space
to just breathe
and reassemble herself.
Yeah. Well, someone
should tell him that.
Well, I've been in
communication with the shelter
about getting Carrie
a room there.
It'll give her protection
from the media
and...
...overbearing brothers.
That sounds great.
Yeah, well, let's hope Chris
doesn't sabotage it.
He micromanages everything.
He's gonna
f*ck you until you die.
Mm.
My memories
just aren't changing.
I know
it doesn't make any sense,
but what if these things
are really out there?
What is this,
a f*cking open-door policy?
Carrie's clothes were found
inside of Red's barn.
This may be where she was held.
Is she strong enough
to come with us, Doc?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you kidding me?
Look, take photos, okay?
-She can't go with you.
-No, I can do it.
I'll go.
Okay, the car's outside waiting.
Let's go.
We're gonna be with you.
Right through here.
Look familiar, Carrie?
Dogs found this on the compound.
Looks like where
Red had you stashed.
A lot of evidence around...
blood, bones...
We think it'll match up
with the other missing women.
Are you sure
you want to do this?
I have to.
Is this where Red had you?
Carrie, you okay?
I remember.
Good. Good.
What do you remember?
It was just a flash, but...
I think this is
where they had me.
I don't know. This is --
It just disappeared.
Carrie...
your memories
are just underneath the surface.
I talked to the shelter,
and they reserved a room
for you.
It'll be totally secure,
and we can start
on specialized therapy tonight
to retrieve your memories.
We already discussed this, okay?
I don't want her having
to relive this trauma.
Well, will it help?
I know it will.
These memories are pleading
to come out.
Okay.
But only if I can be there.
Guests are only allowed
in the visiting area.
No. I don't trust you.
But I do.
Look, it's--
It's just a lot, right?
I'm just worried about you.
I have to do this.
You've always been so brave.
If you need to do it,
then it's done.
Are you ready?
-I think so, yeah.
-Okay.
Just like we talked about,
you're gonna follow this.
Okay.
Tell me what I need to know.
Tell me about the cages.
Tell me what he has done.
He was there.
He's in pain.
He's tortured.
He's my constant...
guiding... demon.
He's the pig.
And we're bringing you back.
What happened?
We need to call the police
immediately.
Dude, what-- what happened?
I don't know.
We need to lock down the floor.
I shouldn't have to explain.
He's out there.
No! You need to apprehend him.
Someone needs to do
something now.
Your phone. Check your phone.
Right.
Chris.
That m*therf*cker
poisoned your parents.
Carrie.
-We got to go.
-Yeah. We got to go.
Officer!
Hey! Hey!
No!
You, too?
m*rder! m*rder! m*rder!
f*ck!
- m*rder!
- f*ck it!
Help!
Please.
m*rder!
Help!
Help!
f*ck you, you f*cking fool!
We need
to put an APB on Chris...
He is the Pig Hill Butcher.
I repeat,
he is the Pig Hill Butcher.
Oh.
Have you been drugging me
this whole time?
Just a little bit, Carrie.
It's not so bad.
Never knew
I was a drug dealer, huh?
Medical supply game
got me in touch
with some interesting
pharmaceutical reps.
Oh, Ben knew.
Ben knew too much.
Sorry.
Um, I think
something went wrong.
I don't know. I'm--
I think this--
He wouldn't do this
so, I think something's wrong,
because I don't think
he would do that, so...
Your brother
has been abusing you
since you were a small child.
He was forcing disassociation
in your mind.
He was creating faults
in your mental fabric--
Mm-mm.
Feeding you myth
to fuel false memories,
to shield you
from the horrible reality
that he was perpetrating.
He used the trauma
of Paula Davis and Ben's death
to submerge you
into his fantasy world.
Textbook trauma-based
mind control.
Oh, f*ck!
I almost pulled it off, too.
Framed Red.
Saved the f*cking day.
You're just too clever,
little sister.
I th-- Sorry. I-- I just--
I think this is f*cking crazy,
and I wouldn't--
You know it's true.
All of the memories are now--
There are no pig monsters
capturing women.
Red Davis
wasn't a serial k*ller.
Your brother is responsible,
and he's free.
You had a real toxic
circle of friends, Carrie.
f*cking Beltrane
getting in your head.
f*cking everything up.
And that f*ck Andy
coming on to you.
Right when I had everything
at the right place.
That f*cking bum Reggie.
Should've saved a b*llet
for him.
I was supposed to find you
on the Hill and save you.
I'm your hero.
It's okay. It's okay.
There's still time.
There's still time
to make it right.
Come on.
I got you.
No. No. No.
I got you, little sister.
No. No. No.
Remember Uncle Jack's house?
Mom and Dad never let you
come here, but...
Well, they sure let me.
You were always
so jealous about Uncle Jack
and that money.
I promise you wouldn't like
to ever see it.
I protected you from so much.
Did anybody protect me?
Nah.
Nah, I was...
thrown to the wolves.
Judges.
Cub Scout leaders.
Little League coaches.
Susie from the record store?
They were all here.
Like some kind of hunting camp.
You want to see
what they did to me?
Started when I was five.
You think you're obsessed
with life's mysteries, Carrie?
You ever heard of
the Book of Smokeless Fire?
Aleister Crowley?
Uncle Jack and his friends
were feigns.
Called themselves
"Voyagers on the Sea
of Unredeemable Pursuits."
Right here in this place,
they smoked a cigar.
Passed me around like a basket
of f*cking breadsticks
in an all-you-can-eat buffet!
But I always kept you away.
When they got bored of me...
they brought other kids.
I saw the mind games,
how they programmed
these kids and me.
They could just
snap their fingers
and make us
change personalities.
They did introduce me
to my best friend.
Ben was one of the kids.
Little shy kid
from a broken home.
They had him so twisted up.
Never stood a chance, really.
I got you.
Here we are.
A little trip
down memory lane here.
It was never Red's place...
it was yours.
Yeah.
This is where I had you.
Where I had them all.
You k*lled
those people in front of me.
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
I'm sorry.
Just like Uncle Jack did
to my soul.
See?
You've always been
my shining star, Carrie.
Nice and easy.
You're okay. You're okay.
I mean, hell...
I sacrificed my best friend
for you.
Ben?
Yeah.
Yeah, poor, poor Ben.
You see, uh...
I had him to marry you.
So you would stay close to me.
Ben never really loved you.
He was always in love with me.
I would ask him how it was.
Wanted to hear all the details.
But don't worry about Ben.
He had a good life.
But it was time.
And, uh...
he didn't hesitate
when I told him
to...
Gotta love him for that.
Wait here. One second.
Remember this?
See those sick f*ck
twisted my head.
I mean, was just a little kid,
you know, I didn't know
what to do with my feelings.
So, I tried to make you believe
in the f*cking pig people.
I was never
as truly cruel to you,
as they were to me.
You have to know
that I just...
want to protect you.
Okay? From them.
sh*t, from the whole world.
Uncle Jack, he wanted you.
Everyone did.
You had to know what I did,
what I went through
to keep you safe, okay?
It was all for your own good,
okay?
All of it...
because I saved you.
You hear me?
I saved you.
You have to know that.
Now I need you...
I need you to save me.
See...
you're the only person that
really understands me, Carrie.
My whole life,
it's just been you and me.
You knew who I was
before all this.
And we have a shared destiny.
God paired us.
Baby sister, you and I...
we're meant for each other.
You see...
it's in our blood.
I don't want it to go this way.
Even if we're only alive
for another hour...
...I need you
to want me.
Be with me, baby sister.
I know you love me.
I can see it in your eyes.
I always have.
You know,
you're the love of my life.
I know you love me.
Tell me you love me
one more time.
f*ck no!
No!
Carrie!
Don't do this!
Don't do this!
Please, I can't--
No!
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Please!
Carrie, you have to understand--
My life has been devoted
to you, okay?
I love you, please.
No sympathy.
No mercy.
Carrie... Carrie...
...up the hill...
to see the piggies in the swill.
Oinky, oinky.
-k*ll! k*ll! k*ll!
-I did this...
All the piggies on Pig Hill.
...for us!
You live like a pig,
you die like a pig!
Piggy.
Come on, Piggy.
Swiiiiiiiiilllll!
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