Pig Hill

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.