This is it.
Remember, this is the time I brought April Kinser up here.
Remember that night?
Dude, April doesn't even know who you are.
She didn't then and she still doesn't, bro.
She totally was here and I was here,
and things happened, man.
Things happened.
April hates you.
Well, she hates me now, but not then.
She liked me a lot.
It felt like a lot, like, you know what I mean?
- She was pretty hot. - She's so hot, man.
She probably hated me too.
So hot. Wait, what?
I remember this place.
Man are you kidding me?
She would came up here with me
and like, we got all, you know, like, together like this.
I hate to tell you this, I got a secret.
She hated you, bro.
Dude, bro! You're so full of shit, bro.
No, it was great.
She liked me though.
Ah, well...
This one time I brought April here, dude it was...
Wait, bro you brought April here with you?
It was amazing!
Ah, everyone probably brought her here, bro.
Yeah, she said she hated you, bro.
Bro, best 60 seconds of my life, bro.
Ah, me too.
Oh, man is that Pig Skin?
Dude, did we win?
Aren't you supposed to be at the game?
Yeah you're you're not at the game, bro.
You're at the wrong spot, man. We're at the thing.
What?
Look, dude, man, you're trying too hard, man,
you gotta, we're talking about-
Good evening, I'm TJ Emerson,
and tonight we bring you a story
that has baffled investigators for decades.
It was a crisp autumn night
in the small town of Boulder City
when a group of former high school football stars
decided to relive their glory days.
Little did they know their reunion
would turn into a nightmare
from which they would never escape.
- Can? - Yeah.
So, how's it going, Donny?
It's good to see you.
Well, I heard about you and Candy,
I'm sorry to hear about that.
Ah, water under the bridge, I've moved on.
It's good to hear
Cici! Damn it, girl.
Cici, Cici!
Damn it, girl, come socialize.
Come meet my friends.
God damn it, girl. Come meet my friends.
Cici!
- Hi, oh my god! - What's up brother?
How's it going?
Oh my god, hey.
How are you?
Good to see you.
- Hey! - Hey!
What up dude?
Hey, how's it going?
Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink!
Cheers.
Hey, Cici, Cici!
Come meet my friends.
This chick's awesome.
You're gonna love her.
Cici!
Damn it girl, get over here.
Oh, hi.
Gang...
This is Cici.
Cici, this here's the gang.
Whoa, is that your daughter, dude?
Fuck you, benchwarmer.
Dirty Don!
Oh, I see.
We all rode that pined pony once in a while.
Seriously it has been way too long, guys.
And ladies.
Who's ready to do this?
Yeah!
Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink!
ring the victory bell
because we play the game
makes the party at last
on Friday night dreams
a life of screams
Whoo!
Hey how's it going?
- Hey! - Whoo!
- Hey! - How you guys doing?
- Hey! - Get over here.
What's up?
Hey!
Go Eagles!
Hi.
Hey!
A group of high school football heroes returning
to their alma mater for a homecoming game,
vanished without a trace after a night of revelry.
Join us as we uncover the secrets
behind their mysterious disappearance
and the haunting legend of the mascot pig
that still haunts the town to this day.
Man, we used to own this place.
We were kings!
And queens!
Can't forget about the ladies over here, Phillips.
Seriously, guys, how long's it been?
Too damn long, that's how long.
Hey.
20 years, kids still running.
Don't believe I know this little flapper.
Donny you'd tell me you have a kid, I never knew that.
Yeah, I do not coach. Tammy left me.
Ran off with a God damn rodeo clown.
This is Cici, my girl.
Um, not my daughter though.
My main squeeze.
Oh, well God bless ya.
Charmed.
We get done with the homecoming festivities
we gonna party it up at the old spot?
Definitely should.
Oh, hell yeah, I'm into that.
I'm out, I got work in the morning.
Is that place still around?
Didn't a bunch of ghost hunters go missing up there?
Oh, I don't know if we should.
That's something we should definitely do.
Coach, you coming?
I'd love to boys, but my old liver,
it just can't take that kind of fun anymore.
Oh, come on, coach.
We're here all together after all this time.
Well, we're not all here. What about Wendell?
You know, I urge y'all all just to
go out and have a blast.
Live your damn lives while you can.
That's my advice.
All right, I gotta get down to the fields.
Oink, oink!
Good seeing you all.
Knock 'em dead, Coach.
I will.
Knock 'em dead, Coach.
I really will.
Whoo!
All right.
Oink! Oink! Oink!
Come on guys, for old times sake, like coach said,
let's go to the slaughterhouse.
Let's go. I'm driving.
Yeah!
Guys, I'm here! I'd love to go, I can come.
We've got a sitter. We gotta go.
Oh, babe really?
Hey, thanks Phil. Later, it was great to see ya.
Guys, what time were we meeting?
Where we gonna meet at?
No, no, no, I'm gonna go with them.
We have to go to go.
I wanted to go hang out with them.
- We have to go! - No!
It was homecoming night and the Boulder City High School
football team had just won their big game.
The players, now grown men, decided to celebrate
by revisiting their old hangout spot.
The infamous Slaughterhouse On The Hill.
Hey, babe, where are we going anyway?
We're heading up the Slaughterhouse.
It's where we used to party.
Slaughterhouse, like a real slaughterhouse
or like one of those war pig things?
Oh, it's a real slaughterhouse, all right.
Closed down in like '63, something like that.
But we took it over after that.
War Pigs ruled through the eighties.
Every game, every weekend, Halloween parties.
The best of times were had at the slaughterhouse.
And what's more appropriate home base
for a bunch of drunken pigs, huh?
And this place has just been sitting up there
abandoned for like 20 years?
Well, I'm sure other generations have taken on tradition.
It was passed to us by the seniors.
Slaughterhouse was definitely Chuck's house though.
It was my house too. And Pete's.
This is where the memories were made.
The good times were had, the bad times were talked about.
It was our retreat from the real world.
You guys haven't even been back there since,
so how do you know it's still there?
Oh, it's still there.
I haven't been there for 10 years.
I still know that place like the back of my hand.
Chuck's old man, when he was a senior,
he actually powered the place up,
ran wires right up to the poles and everything.
Can't wait to show you this place. You're gonna love it.
Well, hopefully we can get some alone time,
if you know what I mean?
Oh, I know what you mean.
But we're here to celebrate, babe.
I want you to click with my friends.
I want you to know these guys.
Yeah, I just don't know if I'll fit in with them.
But that being said, I'm here for you.
Oh, it'll be awesome. They're gonna love you.
License and registration, please.
Donny? Donny, is that you?
James? Long time no see, buddy.
God, man, it's been forever.
Yeah.
How you've been?
Yeah you know me,
my life's always a bit of a rollercoaster,
but hey, meet my girlfriend, Cici.
Hi, Cici, nice to meet you.
You know, me and this guy we go way back.
We were actually on the high school football team together.
Those were some crazy times, right Donny?
Indeed.
Listen, Donny, where are you going to so fast?
And where are you even coming from?
We're coming from the homecoming game.
Oh, that's right.
The War Pigs are on a rampage.
This victory, it was epic.
Yes.
But we're off to the old spot.
You remember the slaughterhouse up on the hill?
Now Chuck and the guys, they're ahead of me,
up there somewhere.
We're gonna party like it was the old days.
Very cool.
Listen, Donny sounds like a blast,
but do me a favor?
Drive safe and please don't party too hard.
I don't wanna have to come back up here later tonight.
We'll keep it in check, but you should.
You should come up and hang with us.
I don't know about that, you know what,
I'll see and if I have some time maybe I'll pop by.
Thanks James, we'll save a drink for you.
You take care, buddy.
All right, well, you take care, Donny, all right?
I'll see you round.
James, you still with April Kinser?
Yep, April and I are still married.
20 years and counting.
Hey, we're all here.
Yeah!
All right.
Pig Skins! Get the cooler, boys.
All right.
- Woo. - Yeah.
Woo!
Baby, trust me, you're gonna love this.
This doesn't look like a slaughterhouse, baby.
Oh, no, no, no. We walk from here.
This road's been out since, I don't know, the sixties.
Come on.
I can't believe y'all brought me back to this place.
Come on, girl it's gonna be fun.
Come on, babe. We got this.
I hate this place, it's just plain spooky.
Didn't you lose your V card up here
in like the ninth grade?
10th, bitch.
That was to Wendell, right?
No. God, no.
Well, then who?
Sure wasn't Chucky, that's for sure.
You guys didn't even know him.
I swear it was Wendell though.
No, but it was Wendell's older cousin from Stroudsburg.
Right and I have a girlfriend in Canada.
Fuck Wendell.
Fuck his cousin.
Fuck 10th grade.
Let's do this shit now.
Huh, I just want a party.
I guess she did fuck his cousin.
This is gonna be so fun.
Yeah.
Hold on, I'm about to open the shop.
Go hang out with them. I'll meet you guys at the door.
You'll be fine, they'll love ya, they'll love ya.
Welcome back to Under Investigation.
In our ongoing exploration
of the Slaughterhouse On The Hill case,
we now turn our attention to a pivotal moment
that may hold the key to understanding
the mysterious disappearance of Tracy
and the former high school football players.
Oh my God. A bench, finally.
Yeah.
I've been thinking about this place for years.
Some of the best memories ever happened here.
Yeah, there are.
What is going on here?
Nothing! I mean, we're all friends here, remember?
Okay, whatever.
Jesus, calm down girl. You won.
Yeah well, you know.
I mean, you only got the big kahuna.
There's enough of me to go around, ladies.
Let's just have a good night.
We came up here to party.
All right baby.
You remember back in the 10th grade?
Listen, I just wanna have a good time.
We're all here to have a good time, so relax.
I mean, this place just kind of creeps me out.
I know I'm acting weird, guys.
It's all right, babe.
We're gonna have a good time.
- Yeah, we are. - Okay.
Guys, what is taking him so long with the damn door?
You think you can fit through that window,
why don't you go help him?
See for yourself Big Kahuna.
All right, let's just party. Come on.
Damn, this place hasn't changed a bit.
This place still creeps me out.
Hell yeah, let the good times roll.
- Yeah. - Whoo!
Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink!
would never be alright
those restless nights of sleep
God damn word you say
this anymore, just leave
all those restless nights
place, would we be okay
show you to the door
all those restless nights
You know, this was much more fun when we were young.
Yeah, like chasing tail?
Celebrating our wins.
Mourning our losses.
Not some younger, faster incarnation of us.
Well, well, well, look at big Chuck with the long words.
Man, screw you.
Screw me, like you did Wendell?
Like I did Wendell?
I think you meant we did Wendell.
All right, who's Wendell,
and why do you guys keep bringing him up?
Wendell was our center lineman.
Star center lineman.
He was our star center lineman,
and we killed his whole career.
Guys!
Guys, I thought we could hang out?
Guys! I brought some snacks.
Wendell was a punk.
Killing my career.
Falcon broke through the line, messed up Chuck's leg.
Dude snapped my leg!
And that so-called star lineman let him in.
And he gets a full ride?
Fuck him!
I think Wendell just wanted to see me
on the field once in a while.
So what happened?
Why isn't Wendell here? 'Cause you hate him?
Guys, come on.
Come on.
All that stuff in high school.
It's water under the bridge.
I just wanna hang out.
Just wanna relive my youth.
No baby, see our boy Chuck here,
had a chance at a full ride.
Then he got hurt.
It was gone!
Fucking over!
So we planted some weed on our boy Wendell.
I wanna party!
We? Not we.
Guys, I'm gonna leave the,
I'm gonna leave the snacks right here.
I know you're in there.
I'm gonna gonna come in through the broken window.
Well, you supplied it, I dropped it.
Our boy Chuck here, he was in the God damn hospital.
Chuck?
I supplied means he bought a shitload of weed off of me.
Becky and my slut ex-wife, Tammy.
They distracted him, I believe right over here,
if I remember right.
John?
She called the damn cops after I planted that shit.
Then the fucker snapped.
Huh?
Yeah, he went to jail.
He was on a short stay until someone tried to, you know...
Raped him, and then he killed the fucker
and got 18 to life.
Well.
Let's not dwell on shit from days gone by.
Let's celebrate what we have now.
Yeah.
if you won't let me in
one that used to shine
out and lost its glow
Ah, God.
You know we really ought to do this more,
we gotta hang out, it's been too long.
Yeah we do.
Hey man, I missed you.
I missed you buddy.
if you won't let me
Look at all these tally marks up here.
That's a lot of wins. - Nice!
show what you're hiding
Dude being grown up, is not half as fun as growing up.
Those were the best days of our lives.
know your type your mind
What up man?
if you won't let me in
Hey shit box, you hear me?
if you won't let me in
Who is that dude?
Johnny, hey, is that you?
Down!
Hey!
Man who the fuck are you?
Set!
Are you listening asshole?
What's your problem, man?
Hey pork chop.
Die!
No! No!
As we continue to investigate
the Slaughterhouse On The Hill case,
we remain committed to uncovering the truth
behind the War Pigs disappearance.
Anyone who encountered the pig would suffer a horrible fate.
Oink, oink, oink, oink!
- Yeah. - Whoo!
Well, now I feel like the third
or the fourth or the fifth wheel.
There's plenty of room right here.
Okay.
- What? - What, what?
You're an asshole.
Oh, snap!
Fuck her.
Tracy and Becky, once close friends,
found themselves at odds
over the shared affection for Chuck.
The tension between them had been building for years
and on that fateful night at the Slaughterhouse On The Hill,
it reached its breaking point.
Tracy's disappearance immediately followed
this intense confrontation, leaving investigators to wonder
if her anger and despair led her to make a fateful decision?
Oh!
Oh my God!
Oh!
Oh my god!
Oh.
Tracy's sudden departure that night
was the last time anyone saw her.
Despite extensive searches and countless interviews,
her whereabouts remain unknown to this day.
All right, all right, guys.
All right you got me.
Idiots.
Shit.
Police! Open up!
Oh!
Ooh!
Should we give them some space?
Yeah, let's get outta here.
Those guys in there, your friends, they're wild.
Chuck and those guys, shit,
they've cheated more times than Ray Finkel.
And Tracy, she did get it on with Big Wendell.
I'm wild too, baby. Wild about you.
Let's go, all right.
Ooh yeah!
One more, Rebecca, one more.
As the night wore on,
the team began to disappear, one by one.
God damn it, door's locked!
Dang it, the door's locked.
Who would've done that?
Must have been those bathroom buddies.
Oh yeah, Bo and Pete.
But why shut the door?
Can you unlock it?
Look, honey, I've never seen this lock before in my life.
Someone's messing around.
What do we do?
Oh, I know another way.
Come on let's go.
Tammy?
Tammy!
Tammy?
That's your ex-wife, Tammy?
Tammy! No!
That's your ex-wife?
What the fuck, Donny!
Tammy? No.
Cici, separated from her friends and gripped by fear,
raced through the hallways
of the Slaughterhouse On The Hill.
Every corner she turned, every door she opened
seemed to lead her deeper into the labyrinthine nightmare.
Shit!
No!
Where am I?
That a boy, Wendell.
You still got an arm on you, boy.
As Cici's desperation grew,
so did the presence of Pig Skin and Coach Krutcher.
Their eerie presence seemed to be closing in on her.
Their intentions unclear, but undeniably sinister.
Please, what do you want?
Your friends ruined this boy's life.
Killed his career.
They deserve what they got.
Please let me go.
Please!
No, I can't do that Miss Piggy.
You're part of this now.
Why are you doing this?
You're part of this revenge game we got going
and it's six and oh.
How come you do all the talking for,
why don't pork chops talk?
Missy...
Your friends, they ruined this boy's life.
They killed his career.
They deserve this.
No, don't.
Please, I won't say anything.
Your friends, they planted dope on our star player.
My star player, number eight!
And he went to the pen.
And while he was on the inside, your old man raped him.
No!
That's right.
I won't say anything.
My dad was a bad man.
Humiliated him.
Took his innocence right there in front of everybody!
And my boy, Wendell,
did exactly what he should have done.
No, please.
You don't understand.
He killed his ass.
And now we're gonna kill you.
Get her boy.
He raped me.
You know why he went to jail?
He raped me!
He raped me.
Get her ass!
Get her!
I understand you.
Please.
Get her, you damn pussy.
Get her ass right now!
Please, please, please, please, please don't.
You get her or I will.
Please, Wendell.
Please.
Please Wendell, please.
Get her!
Decades later, the Slaughterhouse On The Hill
remains a chilling reminder of the unsolved mystery
that unfolded within its walls.
The legend of the cursed mascot pig
continues to captivate the town's imagination
as the truth behind the disappearances remains elusive.
Cici's only hope was to find a way out
to escape the clutches of the Slaughterhouse On The Hill.
But with each passing moment, her chances dwindled
and the darkness threatened to consume her.
Join us next time on Under Investigation,
as we delve into another perplexing case
that defies explanation.
Until then, I'm TJ Emerson reminding you to stay vigilant
and never stop seeking the truth.
One more Rebecca, one more.
of what we've done
doesn't come for you
it's all the same
and blood runs dry
we answered the door
with a swift attack
we're playing his game