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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, shit! Shit! Shit!

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 killer 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 fuck!

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 penis? - Not pe--

Get the fuck outta here, Reggie!

I had dinner with Julian last night.

I find myself-- Chris can be such a dick.

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 Nazi 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, shit.

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.

Fuck!

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 fucking time!

Baby sister, Ben is my business partner and my friend.

He's my fucking husband!

I have to get to the shelter. I'm just gonna walk.

Come on, I'm driving you.

It's late.

Shit.

Oh, god.

Whatever.

Jesus Christ, my eyes!

Oh, shit!

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 fucking 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 asshole 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. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

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 ass.

Oh, god.

Savage.

You're somehow even better with this one arm.

That's crazy.

You the helper, bitch?

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 abortion this late term would be illegal, Paula.

So you ain't gonna help me?

I... want to.

I just... I really don't know how I can.

Good for nothing, cunt.

Code Red!

We have a Code Red!

Look what you made me do, bitch.

Any doctors on site,

we need them in the bathroom STAT.

And call the paramedics.

Coat hanger didn't do shit.

I can feel this fucker 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 kill 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 fucking 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 kill it!

Fuck 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 shit.

Yeah.

-Well, is it a pig baby? -Oh, god.

What the fuck 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 fuck off her!

- What are you doing? - Wha-- Ahh!

- I'm not doing anything. - Chris, stop it.

Don't you fucking ever get close to her again.

Chris!

You won't see me again, okay?

-I promise. -I fucking better not.

Go!

Piece of shit.

What the fuck, Chris?

Reggie's my friend.

You have no idea what I've been through tonight, okay?

This is the last fucking thing that I needed.

You know, if that piece of shit's your friend,

then maybe that's why you're so miserable.

Well, fuck you. Okay? I'm gonna walk home.

So, I don't need your fucking charity.

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?

Look, I just fuck-- 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 fucking miserable.

I'm an asshole.

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.

Fucking 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 fucked up.

All right, you stay away from my sister.

You understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Get the fuck 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, bitch!

To see the piggies and the swill.

Oinky, oinky. Kill! Kill! Kill!

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 "Fuck 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 fuck.

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 shoot one of them fuck 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 shit.

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 fucking 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 fuck.

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 fuck 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 shit'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 bitch...

Swill will oblige you.

Did you get any weapons?

- Yeah. Fuck 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 ass.

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 fucking questions.

What did you do to her?

I didn't do nothing to that bitch.

Just like I didn't do nothing to my own daughter.

None of you motherfuckers

will leave me alone!

Why's the guy still standing?

It's kind of funny, ain't it, asshole?

You get to die by a pig sticker on Pig Hill.

What the fuck?

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 kill 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 murder.

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 motherfucker poisoned your parents.

Carrie.

-We got to go. -Yeah. We got to go.

Officer!

Hey! Hey!

No!

You, too?

Murder! Murder! Murder!

Fuck!

- Murder! - Fuck it!

Help!

Please.

Murder!

Help!

Help!

Fuck you, you fucking 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, fuck!

I almost pulled it off, too.

Framed Red.

Saved the fucking day.

You're just too clever, little sister.

I th-- Sorry. I-- I just--

I think this is fucking 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 killer.

Your brother is responsible, and he's free.

You had a real toxic circle of friends, Carrie.

Fucking Beltrane getting in your head.

Fucking everything up.

And that fuckboy Andy coming on to you.

Right when I had everything at the right place.

That fucking bum Reggie.

Should've saved a bullet 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 fucking 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 killed 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 fucks 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 fucking 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.

Shit, 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.

Fuck 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.

-Kill! Kill! Kill! -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!