The 3 Killer Pigs (2026) Movie Script
1
[thunder rumbles]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[camera clicking]
[deep bass tone]
[thunder claps]
[somber opera music]
[pig squealing]
[blood splattering]
[midtempo guitar music]
Sadness and tears
I remember alone
As time goes by
I'm slowly getting old
I need to run away
And find a new life
Through our lives,
new emotions will arise
Fighting for my dreams
Fighting for my goals
[horse snorting]
Fighting for my life
Keeping memories
Alive
[Joe] Hey, Dario, how ya doing?
I'm good, I'm good. Hey, Joe.
-How you doin'?
-I'll take him for you.
Thank you.
How you doing this morning, Joe?
[music continues]
[Joe] I'm all right,
I'm doing all right.
-Not bad, not good.
-[Dario] Okay.
[Joe laughs]
[Dario] Man, they're making a
racket back there,
what the hell?
[Joe] Yeah, putting
in a new deck.
[music continues]
[distant pounding]
Hey, Joe.
Ah, Jesus.
Back to this shit again?
Seems like it's always
around Christmas.
Right.
Well, what choice do we have?
Hmm, choices.
Your choices put us here.
Probably should have thought
about that before you
pissed our goddamn money away.
Jesus, I've said I'm
sorry so many times.
Sorry!
You see, sorry left the station.
The minute you let me
and this farm be at risk.
You're fucking pathetic.
[Joe] I'm gonna fix it.
You'll see.
You're gonna fix it?
I'm gonna fix it.
Okay? I promise.
Oh, fuck your promises, Joe.
Fuck them.
You word doesn't mean shit
to me anymore.
Your promises fucked us.
The minute you let my
daddy's home become a
goddamn boarding house.
You better fix this!
Fix it.
[distant dog barking]
[horse sniffing]
Ah. Yep. Yep.
She's a real bitch.
Don't you be a
bitch too now. [laughs]
Oh, shit.
[sighs]
[soft music]
As time goes by
I'm slowly getting old
I need to run away
And find a new life
Through our lives new
emotions will arise
Fighting for my dreams
Fighting for my goals
Fighting for my life
Keeping memories...
Alive
I still remember our love
Our past is
full of memories
Future tracking
with the past
I'll never forget your name
'Evenin' Mac.
Hey, Joe.
[clears throat]
I..uh...
went out to the store, getting
something for Carrie.
I just knew I needed to stop by
and just say hello.
Yeah, last-minute
Christmas shopping. Yeah.
I know how that feels, Joe.
Huh.
See your, uh, your sunset
watching. [chuckles]
Yeah, 47 years.
Old habits die hard.
You just missed Bill.
What's old Sheriff Karloff
complaining about these days?
Eh, fuck if I know. He...
Station called him back,
said he's gonna come back
in the morning.
When was it you ran out
of livestock?
12-plus years ago.
I, uh, I ran
out of pigs.
Something happen, Joe?
Well... [stammers]
I don't even know.
I didn't even notice it was
happening
because my mind has
been elsewhere, Mac.
Well, hell, I had to raise
the price of my eggs
just to cover basic costs, Joe.
I mean, [stammering] I've run
through everything, Mac.
We rented rooms out in the house
to college kids, you know?
We thought that might
save us, you know,
bringing in extra income.
You know something, Joe?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't think you're hearing me.
Oh, I'm hearing you.
Oh, I'm hearing you.
I'm about to go bankrupt.
I mean, the bank is on my door.
Mac, I don't know what to do, okay?
I mean, I'm desperate right now.
After all the money that I owe,
I did those upgrades.
I put that little, that little
winery in for Carrie.
Thought that might make
some money.
I've tried everything.
Mac, you said that was
a good idea at the time.
Remember?
Unfortunately, good wine...
takes a long time
to make a profit, Joe.
The bank will be
banging on my door,
come end of the month.
Let me say it again.
I don't give a fuck, Joe.
I need my pigs back.
After the way you
treated those poor animals...
fuck no.
Please, it'll help me
get caught up.
That's all I need to do
is get caught up.
Mac, give me a shot.
One more time, please.
The answer is no.
For fucking years, I've
given you so much.
But you never return
what you borrow, Joe.
Mac, I try.
Oh, fuck that.
Fuck that.
We've known each other for over
34 years.
The only time you ever
fucking come up to this place
is for money or livestock.
Hell, when my Macy passed,
you didn't show up.
You didn't send condolences.
Nothing.
Nothing.
And that hurts, Joe.
Mac, I'm sorry about Macy.
Mac, I got nothing.
I can barely survive myself.
I don't have enough
fucking money to even
pay a rancher to help me
'cause I've given you
all my savings.
And the rest?
The rest went to Macy's funeral.
Fuck you, Joe.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I bothered
you.
Get the fuck out.
[somber music playing]
[tense orchestral music]
[Carrie] Did you get him?
No!
No, I didn't, Carrie!
No!
[engine rumbles]
[Shawn] Do we have to do this
again?
[Shawn] I felt really bad when
we had to do it the last time.
I mean, it's like...
it's like by doing this it's like
you're sending me back to the
joint.
Shawn Wolff...
Now you listen to me,
you ungrateful little shit.
The food you eat, that's my food.
The clothes you wear,
those are my clothes.
The money you make, I pay you.
And by the way, your ass
would still be rotting in
jail if it wasn't for me.
I don't see anyone else looking
after you, do you?
Me and your aunt!
That's it.
Got it?
Anyone else looking out for you?
No!
So we're gonna do this
like we discussed.
As soon as he goes in there with
me,
you go into the house.
Remember, he keeps the cash
and her jewelry in
a shoe box underneath the bed.
And you grab it all.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Don't screw this up.
[barn doors banging]
[crickets chirping]
[low tense music]
What the hell's going on?
Little piggies?
You in there?
It's all right.
Come on out now.
You're safe.
Papa's gonna take you home.
[pig oinking]
[Joe, taunting] Little pigs.
Little pigs.
Yoo-hoo!
Let me in.
Daddy is here to take you home.
[pig oinking]
[Mac] No.
No.
[suspenseful music builds]
[Mac] Joe.
Mac.
What the hell are you
doing in my barn
in the middle of the night?
[tense orchestra hit]
[grunting]
God, I just got this.
Ah, there you are.
[Mac] You just didn't
sleepwalk from your
farm to my barn.
So I'm going to ask you one more
time.
What the hell are you
doing in my barn?
Mac hold on, man.
-No, get the fuck out of here!
-Yes, I need those pigs!
-I need my fucking pigs back!
-Oh, Oh!
You came here to steal
from me, huh?
-You're stealing from me.
-I need them, Mac.
-I'm in trouble!
-Get out!
-I don't care!
-I'm in trouble!
I need them.
What's wrong with them?
-Nothing's wrong with them.
-Bullshit!
-Nothing's wrong with them.
-You got my pigs, sick?
-No, no, no.
-You didn't take care of them.
They're very, very special.
They just happen to be special.
-[hammer hits]
-[Mac groans]
[Mac] Bricks.
Straw.
Sticks.
[pigs squealing]
Kill.
Sorry it came to this, Mac.
[pigs squeal, panicked]
[thudding]
[suspenseful music]
[pigs oinking]
[metal scraping cement]
[tense music builds]
Piggies.
Where are ya?
[pig squeals]
Come on now, piggies.
Where are you?
[tense music builds]
[pig squealing]
Oh, whoa!
[fleshy splat]
No, no, no.
[Joe wailing, pleading]
[stabbing]
No!
[hitting, slashing]
What the fuck?
[Joe, weak] Shawn...
-Joe!
-[Joe, forceful] Shawn! Run!
Run!
Run, Shawn! Run!
[pig squealing]
[Joe grunts]
Brick.
Sticks.
Straw.
Kill.
-[stabbing, slashing]
-[Joe screaming]
[Joe screams in the distance]
[pigs snort]
No invite!
Bella, baby.
You better drink up.
You're gonna need a refill soon.
Maybe.
Bella, I'm so glad you're
finally here.
I think the last time
the three of us have
roomed together was...
high school senior trip
to New York.
Yeah, it was us three and Gracie.
All squeezed into a little
New York style shoebox!
Two beds, seven days.
It was crazy.
So much fun though.
Oh my God, that was epic.
[Betty] Yeah, it was.
Oh, that reminds me.
Gracie's coming up
tomorrow to hang out with us.
-Yay.
-Her and Pryce, they're
driving up to Santa Barbara
on Sunday for a wedding.
And then up to Bodega Bay
to spend Christmas
with Pryce's parents.
Oh.
[Bella] Now that's gonna be epic!
[Betty] Yeah, it is.
Look at that smile!
The cover.
-[Betty] Glad you're here.
-[Bella] Me too!
Are you all moved in?
It's pretty simple, right?
-Yeah.
-This place is really chill.
Yeah, because of me.
Um, duh.
It's a short distance
from campus.
Not expensive.
Relaxing atmosphere.
And you're with your friends.
Yeah, it's the best kept
secret in the area.
I'm still in awe of how
you guys found this place.
Literally the day they
put up the flyer on the
campus bulletin,
I snatched that shit off the
wall and made the call.
I'm impressed.
But then you guys
called me up and I was like...
"A farm? What the hell are
we doing here?"
Do we have to milk the cows
in order to get our rooms?
-Like, what are we doing?
-Hey! Speak for yourself!
I've milked a cow before, okay?
Oh, like, what is it like here?
Is it just us?
Uh...
Pretty much.
So there's Mr. Wolff.
He's the farmer.
And then there's Shawn Wolff,
who is his nephew.
And he helps out on the farm.
And then some random
ranch hands that
I don't really know about.
Not too many, though.
Oh, and then Rufus.
[Bella] Aww, Rufus?
So cute.
What about Mrs. Wolff?
I heard him say
something about her.
She's a bit of a recluse.
Um, she's around.
Betty said she's a
little bit off.
Because she is.
Well, okay. Betty says
anything about anyone
who she can't hold a
conversation with.
And on that note,
I'll catch y'all later.
I'm feeling tired.
Getting late.
Oh, but tomorrow I was
thinking about doing a
little barbecue party,
if you're interested.
Yeah. Do you need me to
pick up anything?
No.
-Okay.
-What's the occasion?
Just all of us being
back together again.
I really miss this.
I miss this, too.
Alright, I'm going to bed.
Good night, good night.
-Good night.
-Good night.
You know she pulls that
fake tired shit to go
wait up for Shawn Wolff.
Yeah, what's up with that?
He's so not what I expected.
Yeah, I mean, unfortunately,
Betty falls for the older ones.
He is a dog.
I actually met him yesterday.
It was kind of weird,
'cause he sniffed my crotch.
[chuckles]
Wait.
Are we talking about
Shawn Wolff or Rufus?
No, no, no, no. Rufus.
-Definitely Rufus.
-Yeah.
Oh my gosh, what did I just say?
-Definitely Rufus.
-Yeah
Rufus will get all up in there.
Not Shawn Wolff.
I'm terrible.
-It's so peaceful here.
-I know.
Literally the closest house
is four miles away.
Hmm.
I think I'm going to head up too.
Yeah, the long drive
and the unpacking,
I think I'll do the same.
Oh, Gracie said that
she'll be here at breakfast.
Great. But I do have to
do that thing for my
uncle tomorrow, so then
we can do anything after.
How's that going by the way?
You know, I'm almost done
I really love my job and...
I can be anywhere at anytime.
I just need a laptop
and Wi-Fi, then I'm all set.
It's great.
-Shall we call it a night?
-Yeah.
Let's go. Okay.
[Gracie moans]
Do you have any service
on your phone?
Well, if I did, I would have
called for help a while ago.
Oh, OMG, Pryce! I think
I spotted a shooting star.
Oh, so cool.
Pryce?
Yeah, that's amazing, babe.
I saw one when I was in
summer camp once.
I've almost got this, okay?
You know, I think we
should just call a
service company to come
help us out.
I mean, you've been
under that hood for
almost like 30 minutes now.
Babe.
No service, remember?
-Oh, yeah, there's that.
-Yeah.
How far away do you
think the girls are from here?
Oh my god, I don't know,
I'm working on it. Okay?
You don't know shit.
[Pryce] I'm gonna
have this fixed.
When pigs fly.
Yeah, I heard that.
Oopsie. Love you, babe.
[Pryce] Love you.
-[Shawn panting]
-[Gracie, screaming] Pryce!
Woah! What do you want, man?
Money? We don't fucking
have anything, all right?
Please.
Dude, get the fuck
away from my car!
[Shawn] There's something out
here.
Get away from my car!
You wanna go?
Let's fucking go, man!
[Pryce] Yeah!
You don't understand, there's
something out there, man.
-You don't understand!
-[Pryce] Fucking crackhead!
Let's get extreme.
Let's fucking go.
-Whoa.
-[Shawn gagging]
Oh!
[Pryce] Yeah, all right, man.
Just get the fuck out
of here, all right?
Take whatever this is
and just go.
You fucking serious, man?
[pig snorting]
You okay, baby girl?
[Gracie] Mm-hmm.
[kissing]
[Pryce] Mmm.
Mmm, my hero.
You should go shirtless
more often.
Good news, it stopped
overheating.
-Mmm.
-I got this shit.
[Gracie chuckles]
[phone beeps]
Okay, peeps. So we are
parked over and the
craziest thing just...
[distant noises]
Pryce?
Yeah.
Okay.
[window whirring]
[pigs snorting]
What I was gonna say is
that we had the...
so we are parked over and the...
[pigs oinking]
[thudding]
-[Gracie screaming]
-[blood splattering]
[metallic scraping]
[Gracie screaming]
[Gracie screaming]
[Shawn panting]
-[pigs squealing]
-[slashing]
[pigs squealing]
[Reagan] Why not?
[Mr. Lynch] Where do you want me
to start?
[Karen] Hi, Mr. Lynch.
I'll see you at Bible study,
tomorrow Reagan.
Take care, Miss Karen.
I'm skipping that tomorrow.
Why are you skipping Bible study?
It's cool. I already
told Pastor Dyer.
-Uh-huh.
-Why not?
Reagan.
You are my only son.
You're 14 years old and
still a child.
You shouldn't be concerning
yourself with my stuff.
That's my job.
Your job is to continue
to make your mom and I proud.
Make yourself proud, man.
Go to the park,
play with your friends.
Learn to drive.
Go to college.
Dream big and do big things.
Dad, but tell me why.
I don't want this for you.
I don't want you to settle here.
What if I do all that,
but still live here and
help with the shop?
Reagan.
Aren't we a team, Dad?
That's what you always
say, right?
Yes, I do.
And yes, we are.
So why can't we both
get what we want?
Why can't we both be
happy and not struggle?
Hey.
Get in.
You're letting me drive at night?
Well, if you don't
think you're ready...
No!
Get out.
Start it up.
Yes, sir.
Pull the seat up, shorty.
I'm not short.
Buckle up, please.
- Yeah-
- Turn the lights on.
Got it.
Take the main road
straight home, Reagan.
Shouldn't be very many
people out right now, so...
don't make any stops.
I'm gonna be right behind you.
Awesome.
So why not?
What makes you think, I wanna
come back here
with my parents?
Oh, you don't.
And it would blow.
But it would be different.
How so?
Well, for one thing,
you're not that
struggling little boy
with no money.
We sell the house, then
you're that wealthy man
that beat all the
struggles in the ass,
and got ahead financially.
My bad, sir.
Mm-hmm.
Potty mouth.
Love you, sir.
Love you, too.
See you in the morning.
Excuse me?
Just kidding.
I know. Go slow.
Take the main road.
See you at the house.
See you at the house.
Think about it.
Straight home, Reagan.
Yes, sir.
[crickets chirping]
[dramatic music]
[pigs snorting]
[Mr. Lynch screaming]
[pig squealing]
[Mr. Lynch screaming]
Yea, though I walk...
through the shadow...
death...
I will fear no evil!
Please walk with me.
[mumbling]
Comfort me!
Please! Comfort me!
[pig squealing]
[Dario] Hey!
Who's out there?
[Shawn] Hey, hey,
sorry, sorry man.
I didn't mean to wake you.
Shawn? What the hell are you
doing down here in the
middle of the night?
You almost got yourself shot!
Hey, was it those coyotes
screaming I heard?
[sniffing]
Huh.
I bet it was, huh?
[Shawn] Yeah, yeah.
It was the coyotes.
They were ah...
They were trying to get the
chickens again.
Oh, man.
Damn, cay-yotes.
You know, chasing
cay-yotes without your rifle's
a dumb-ass move.
Pack of those nasty bastards
will tear your apart, Shawny.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I left my
gun up at the house.
-Dumbass move, right?
-Yeah.
Anyway, I apologize.
I'll leave you to it.
See you at grub, yeah?
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Wait a minute.
You think you could ask
your aunt to make some
peasant bread with bacon?
Bread? Yeah.
But we don't have any
pigs, so I can't say
anything about the bacon.
What does that mean?
How can you have a farm
with no pigs?
Well, we've been trying
to get some, but it's
been tough, you know?
I mean, I really wish I
would have kept one of
the last ones we had.
What?
I would have, uh,
woulda fed it bacon.
That is disgusting, Shawny.
That's pig cannibalism.
Why would you do that?
Well, I mean, if you
think about it, right,
if you fed it bacon when
you took that pig to slaughter,
the best tasting bacon you ever
had, I mean, talk about
tender, right?
You need some help, man.
Lay off that bong, okay?
I had ya goin' though, right?
[Dario] Yeah, I guess so. Don't
mess with me like that, man.
[Shawn] All right.
That kid don't make no
sense, man.
They should have put me in
charge of this damn ranch.
That dumb ass running around
here talking shit about
fucking pigs and fucking bacon.
I don't fucking...
Why don't you just
snort up some fucking
Clorox while you're at it?
Gotta love 'em, though.
It's Christmas, right?
It's Christmas, right?
I know. I hear you. I hear you.
Okay, I'll lighten up.
I'll lighten up.
Oh, Christmas tree.
Oh, Christmas tree.
You like that?
How lovely are your branches?
Oh, yeah. Not only green in
summer's heat,
but also winter's.
Ah, shit.
Snow and sleet.
Ooh, damn it gets cold out there.
Fuck. Shit.
Ooh! Nothin' like it!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I wish I had my radio.
I miss Bing Crosby.
Fuck.
I'll just sing to myself.
Forget about this crazy
fucking world.
Oh, gone crazy.
Everybody's crazy.
Everybody's crazy.
Everybody's fucking looney tunes.
I just don't care anymore.
I just want to lay here
and just kind of just
remember how things used to be.
Oh, yeah.
That's good.
Yeah, that's good.
[footsteps approaching]
[breathing heavily]
[door squeaks]
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
[footsteps approaching]
[bed squeaks]
[bong bubbles]
Shawn.
[Shawn gasps]
Damn, Betty, what are you doing?
I couldn't sleep, so I figured
I'd wait up for you.
Maybe you could help me
with my sleep dilemma.
I thought we had an
agreement that we'd...
check in with each other before
we'd invade each other's spaces.
Do you want me to go?
No.
Well, we're the life of the
party.
-Where did everybody go?
-Well, I don't know.
There's supposed to be moonshine.
Yo, I'm coming out.
Save some of that shit for me.
Isn't that what camping's all
about?
Eating and drinking.
[chattering outside tent]
Babe, what are you doing?
Ain't you had enough?
Hey, Cheeks is texting me.
I'll be out there soon, man!
-[guitar strumming]
-There once was an old
Man named jolly St. Nick
He lived up North
With a really big...
-Don't ruin my song!
-May I?
Okay, let's see what you got.
Play something good.
A Christmas song.
I'll play something
especially for you.
Okay.
Shortly.
We've been doing this all day.
You want to go again?
[chuckles]
All right.
[slurring] I mean, like, play
something with a rhythm.
Play some Eminem.
Metallica.
Hanson.
90210 theme.
You know that one?
-But that's not jolly!
-Oh, it's jolly.
[blues riff on guitar]
Oh, man. You're...
No, no, no.
I got to take a leak.
I think it's
coming out both ends.
Here comes Santa Claus
Here comes Santa Claus
[guitar strumming]
[chattering in background]
Did we scare him away?
I think we did.
He's just... He was a
little overwhelmed with
our singing.
If I come back and you're still
playing Christmas music
I'm gonna be pissed.
While I'm pissing,
I'm gonna be pissed.
This is supposed to be a party.
I know.
Hey.
A pig...
on its hind legs.
Dressed in overalls...
with a pitchfork.
[screaming]
I'll go get him.
I'll be right back.
Run.
[plays blues riff]
No moonshine
No more
[slurring, indistinct]
-You seen my phone?
-You find it?
No. I think I left it in the car
so I'm gonna go run to the car
and see if I left it in there.
All right.
Yo, darling, I'll walk
you over to your car.
There he is.
Chivalry is not dead.
-[flesh tearing]
-[screaming]
-You want me to go?
-You can go.
You just gonna sit there
playing yourself or you coming?
Come on.
-Gotta find that video.
-Let's hit it.
-I can sing, you know.
-Yeah?
Oh, no you can't.
[all laughing]
You guys are crazy.
I couldn't find the opening of
the tent.
It's like, where is it?
And I couldn't crawl in.
That was so hot.
Babe!
-Where'd everybody go?
-I don't know.
I told you that if you
brought that RV,
that you'd want to keep
sneaking back there to
go fool around.
Yeah? Well, you
liked it, so.
Yeah. I did like it.
I just really wanted to
make sparks with our friends,
you know?
That's like the one thing
-I wanted to do.
-[pig snorting]
Yeah.
-[stabbing]
-[both screaming]
-[tense horror music]
-[screaming]
-[stabbing]
-[screaming]
Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. There's something
outside.
Look. Look!
Oh. Shhh.
[both screaming]
[pig snorts]
-[slashing]
-[screaming]
[screaming]
[tense horror music]
[pig sniffing]
[pig sniffing]
[light classical music]
[indistinct singing]
There's a Christmas tree
[pig squealing]
-[screaming]
-[flesh tearing]
[metallic slash]
-[screaming]
-[pigs squealing]
[light music continues]
Just outside your house
There's a little
Christmas tree
[birds chirping]
[indistinct singing]
[horse snorting]
[music fades]
Yeah, like, that's not creepy.
Oh, come on. Did you think I was
gonna let you sleep in
on your first day on the farm?
Come on. Get up.
We went to bed so late.
How are you even functioning
after all those bottles
of wine we had?
Betty and Mrs. Wolff are
already up and outside,
feeding the chickens.
[quietly] Look.
I literally asked you last night
if we had to do any farm work,
and
you all said no.
Sometimes we have to
help out Mr. and Mrs. Wolff.
Do, like, basic farm stuff.
-Uh...
-They work all the time,
so we're going to help
them out when we can, okay?
Yeah. No thanks.
That life is not for me, but
I do need a cup of coffee.
Plenty of coffee downstairs, and
there's breakfast.
It's how them cowboys roll.
Come on. Get up.
Please.
I'll show you the farm
before Gracie gets here.
Okay, maybe, but I still need to
do that stuff for my uncle.
Come on. It's so pretty
in the morning.
We could even jog if you want.
Jogging? Uh, no thanks!
Get out.
Oh my...
[laughing]
[light guitar music]
[chickens clucking]
Morning, Aunt Carrie.
Hey.
Do you need anything from me and
the boys before we get started
up this morning?
No, Shawn, I'm good, but...
have you seen your uncle?
I haven't seen him.
-[Shawn] This morning?
-Yeah.
Um...
this morning, no, I haven't.
What about Dario?
-Nope.
-So strange.
Neither of them took their
breakfast plates this morning.
I made extra bacon,
I made extra peasant bread.
I know Joe loves it, and
no one showed up.
It's weird.
Hmm. Maybe they got, uh...
like an early start on the day.
I don't even remember
Joe coming to bed last night.
How'd it go with Max?
[dog barking]
Uh, Max?
Yes, Shawn, Max.
Joe said he was headed over
there.
He was gonna take you with him?
You didn't go?
He didn't ask.
Huh.
Well, there you go.
Nobody tells me anything.
Look, like I said, I mean,
they probably just got an
early start on the day.
So let me get Louis started
on his work,
and then I'll scout the property
and see where they are.
Yeah. Sure. Appreciate it,
Shawn.
-Thank you.
-You got it.
-You let me know.
-Okay.
-I'll see you later.
-Yeah. Bye, Shawn.
Come on, come on.
Come 'n' get it.
-[Shawn] Hey...
-Greedy guts.
[Shawn] ...no, I'm okay.
Hmm.
When, um, when Romero
gets back here, could you
take the car to the station.
Check the database...
see all the livestock
that was filed by Mac.
Do you think this was a theft?
Don't know. This time of year,
people are
just desperate for a good
Christmas, you know?
It's just so unexpected.
Yeah.
Do me a favor.
Reach out to Deputy Holland,
see when he's home
from vacation.
I think he said the 24th.
[police radio chattering]
[police dispatch] It's like
10 minutes.
10 minutes, 20
minutes, a little bit.
[police radio] Copy.
Bill, we found something like
two clicks down the old
country road.
Forensics found a
print, not matching the
ones on the scene, but
we're running it.
That's a hell of a place
to do some reading.
Macy's favorite place in the
whole world before she passed.
How'd she die?
Depression.
No joke.
All this stuff. The books, the
pen... all of it.
This was all for Macy.
For Mac.
Those animals were her
-emotional support...
-Pigs!
Mm-hmm.
Three of them.
There were babies,
they just came wandering
onto the property one day.
They were in really bad shape.
All cut up.
Huh.
Three little pigs.
So nobody came to claim them.
Mac could see the way
they lifted Macy's spirits...
treated them like pets.
You know, I knew a girl
who had a pet pig once.
She named him Jeffrey.
I reckon she treated that pig
better than family.
Oh, pigs.
Pets are family...
as far as I'm concerned.
Doesn't matter whether it's
a dog or a cat or
just whatever it is you
connect with.
Hey, how'd it ever, uh...
how'd it work out your kid in
that book
that I suggested?
-Pretty good, I reckon.
-Yeah.
He hasn't put it down
since I gave it to him.
Bill...
you didn't me that
was a sequel to
-"The Shining."
-I did tell you.
You said to me, "Is this a sequel"
to The Shining?"
Hell, I may read this
book before I give it to my kid.
And I was like, "You're not
gonna read this book.
You're going to wait
until the movie comes out.
Watch that."
-Did you?
-Did I what?
-Did you read it?
-No.
I watched the movie.
Watched the movie.
Good guys.
It doesn't make any sense.
Mac never even fired his shotgun.
But something got him
up in the middle of the
night because there's his
flashlight right there.
You know, this is clever.
Straw. Bricks. Sticks.
You know, the story.
One built their house
out of straw, the other
out of sticks, the other bricks.
Three little pigs.
Can we focus?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Well, maybe these two had a
dispute.
I think they walked in
on something.
Maybe livestock theft.
That hasn't happened
here in years.
Well, did they steal the pigs?
I have no idea what
happened to the pigs after...
Macy passed.
What happened you, Joe?
Puncture wounds,
slashes, stabs.
Someone chopped him up
pretty good.
Somebody was very, very angry.
Somebody did this on purpose.
Maybe gang related?
These two, generational farmers,
they did everything
within the family.
Barely even stepped outside
of it for anything.
You mean, like the Amish?
Never mind.
I'm gonna head over
to the other scene.
Talk to some of the
other farmers in the
area and see if there
were any thefts or
anything that happened.
Let me know how that goes.
Sticks. Straw. Bricks.
Three little pigs.
[low ominous music]
[sizzling]
Shawn, your burger is
almost ready.
Hey, are you sure that guy
doesn't
want food before he leaves?
[Shawn] Who, Louis?
-[Betty] Yeah.
-[Shawn] Nah.
He eats these ham sandwiches
his wife makes him.
He usually eats down by
the stream by himself.
He loves it. He gets to talk to
his family on FaceTime, so
-it's kind of a win-win.
-[Betty] Cool.
Babe, you're burning the shit
out of these burgers.
It's not me. The flame just
really likes that one.
[Shawn, laughing] Okay.
-Mrs. Wolff?
-[Carrie] Yeah?
[clears throat]
Burger's ready.
[Carrie] Sounds good.
That's great timing.
Do you like hockey pucks?
Well, we're about to find that
out, apparently.
[Shawn] It looks weird.
[Betty] It smells like a
burger, right?
[chattering]
[Carrie] There she is.
Can I have one?
[Betty] Yeah. Grab a bun.
That one.
[Carrie] Oh my God.
What is he thinking?
[Betty] You're always so picky.
Sorry. Yes.
Just pop it right on there.
-Bam. Thank you.
-[Betty] Mm-hmm.
[Louis] What do you mean,
what am I doing?
I'm putting you back
down so I can talk.
You're annoying me.
[wife on phone]
[speaking Italian]
[Louis] I said I didn't want to
have barbecue with them.
I like coming to the
river to eat.
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
I just wanted to come and relax.
That's it, babe.
[pigs oinking in background]
What?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
He's got a delivery of
hay coming in tonight.
So Mr. Wolff asked me
and Dario to stick around.
Dario! That you?
[wife on phone]
Dario?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hang on.
I'll be right back.
I keep hearing shit.
Hang on.
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hello?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hey, little fella.
You lost?
He's cute.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey. It's a possum.
A possum, I tell you.
I'm taking home a possum, Judy.
Are you lost?
You okay?
[tense percussive music]
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hey, little fella. You hungry?
You want some ham?
Yeah?
Hey.
[dissonant piano music]
[screaming]
[music crescendos]
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
[tense music]
[Carrie] Hello?
[Karloff] Mrs. Wolff. Sheriff
Karloff.
[Carrie] Sheriff Karloff?
[Carrie] Okay.
Hi.
What's up?
[Karloff] I'm afraid that I have
some bad news about your husband.
[Carrie] About Joe?
Wait, where is he?
[Karloff] Ma'am, I'm afraid that
we found his body this morning.
[Carrie] No, no, Sheriff, there
has to be some
mistake that can't...
[Karloff] So, Mrs. Wolff, I'm so
sorry.
[Carrie] What?
[Carrie] That doesn't make
any sense.
It can't...
[Carrie] Are you sure?
That's not... we can't...
[Karloff] We are, we're sure.
Can you come to the station?
Thank you, Mrs. Wolff,
and I'm sorry.
[Gracie] Hey, you've
reached Gracie.
Please leave me a brief
message and I'll return
your call as soon as I can.
Thank you and have a
beautiful day.
Hey, Gracie.
This is like the fourth
message I'm leaving for you.
Where the hell are you guys?
I thought you said you'd
be here early this morning.
I'm kind of getting a little
worried.
Call me back.
[police siren wailing]
[indistinct police chatter]
-Bill.
-[Karloff] Hmm?
I've got some important
new information.
[Karloff] What?
We found a plastic bag
full of cash and
jewelry that belongs to
Macy McAvie
in the passenger side
of Joe Wolff's truck.
[Karloff] How do you know it
belonged to her?
[Romero] Something didn't sit
right with me when we
got the results on
these handprints.
I went with my gut.
I had the lab boys run
some tests on the jewelry.
They were able to tell
me whose it was...
as well as it being the same
perp.
Same perp.
Hmm.
[Romero] Shawn Wolff.
Joe Wolff's nephew.
Shawn.
Well, you know, he went
to prison for...
He was just a kid.
Bill, that wasn't a kid crime.
You guys can wrap all
this up. Thank you.
You think Shawn
could do all this?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.
Where are you guys?
I thought you were gonna
be here in the morning.
I'm getting a little bit worried.
Just call me back, I guess.
Rufus.
You would probably like Gracie.
You're a lot like her.
You both ignore me when
I'm talking to you.
Come on. Let's go.
-Rufus!
-[Rufus barks]
Rufus!
Where are you going?
[Rufus barks]
[upbeat Latin-style music
playing]
[Carrie crying]
[somber music]
Fucking Joe!
[crying]
[crying]
What the fuck am I gonna do?
You asshole.
[pigs squealing in pain]
[people yelling indistinctly]
How come you never get bit,
Sylvia?
[Sylvia laughs]
Okay, sweetie, uh...
Could you go get your sister for
mommy?
I love you too.
[pigs squealing]
[men speaking indistinctly]
Don't "Hey Mom" me, young lady.
Why would go to the lake
when you know your brother
has a temperature?
Yeah, I get it.
You're 17.
You'd rather be home with your
boyfriend.
Listen to me.
No, listen to me.
You will do what I say
until I get home.
You got it?
Thank you.
I love you.
I'll be home soon.
-Sorry, Doctor.
-Jen, the only thing
I wanna hear from you right now
is you've finished working on
that damn squealing pig.
You got it?
-Yeah, I'm on it.
-Good.
[Carrie laughing]
Hi.
Wow, okay, hi, Ron.
Babe? What's going on?
Yes, and I wanted to
wait to tell you,
but well...
now I can tell you.
Yes, you, you should tell me.
Basically, they said
that we could go on
with our testing on the chickens.
-Everything's full steam ahead.
-[Carrie] Testing? Testing?
[Carrie] Testing on our...
[stammering]
testing... sorry... what...
I'm sorry, what testing
are we doing on our chickens?
We can make meat from
the cultured chicken cells.
You see, so basically,
we're creating
lab-made chickens.
This is what you put our money
into?
Lab-made farming, are
you kidding me?
Sweetie, it's gonna cut costs
across the board
on the farm.
Now, wait a minute.
Listen!
I already have two major orders
from the largest supermarket
chains in the country.
Sweetie. It's amazing.
Joe?
What are you doing
in this garage?
We're playing God.
Doctor, right?
You're a doctor?
What are you doing to my pig?
I just created the first
human-animal hybrid.
[Carrie] What?
What does that even mean?
Well, we did some tests.
I took some cells from
Shawn, and some tissue
and combined it with a
non-human species
to see whether it would
survive or thrive.
Hmm, just so I get this
completely straight in here.
[Shawn] Yeah.
You're doing... no...
you're creating a
biomedical procedure
on [stammers] my nephew
and my pigs?
And you're okay with this?
-I was okay with it.
-It's just...
I felt bad for the pigs.
Good boy.
How many?
Not that many, sweetie.
Okay, we started with four,
we lost one, that's it.
Why we're doing this
because I'm not
getting it, Joe.
What are you doing and why?
-Doc?
-Many other reasons, Carrie.
Imagine being solely
responsible for
growing organs inside animals.
No donor waiting lists
or long lines at the hospital.
Carrie, we control the process.
It's a lot of money.
[Carrie] It's not.
And I came up
with this on my own.
Sure, I got the team
here, but I'm the boss
of the team.
This is me.
I came up,
you're married to a genius, sweetheart.
You should be jumping
up and down celebrating.
You fucking left me!
[glass shatters]
[sobbing]
Here with all of your fucking
bullshit!
This shit.
What the fuck am I
gonna do with this shit?
Oh.
[floor creaks]
Rufus.
[Bella clicks tongue]
[tense orchestral music]
Rufus.
[Jordan] Dario?
Have you seen Rufus?
Dari...
[screams]
Oh my god!
Dario, what the fuck?
[gasping]
[vomiting]
[Betty laughing]
-[soft music playing]
-[bong bubbling]
I feel kind of bad doing
this in front of you.
Oh, don't.
It's okay.
I like watching you do it.
[Shawn] It's pretty good.
I got it from my buddy
down the street.
-Home grown.
-Oh...
-Home grown.
-Mm-hm.
Like you.
Oh, that's more like
you, sweetheart.
You wanna dance?
All right.
-Okay.
-Okay.
-Show me your moves.
-No, you show me your moves.
You show me your moves.
[Shawn speaks indistinctly]
-No.
-No.
[music intensifies]
[gasping]
You had no choice
In the bed you lay
And if I could
I would take your pain
into my hands
And squeeze it all away
Just like you
I'm not ready to say
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
Ooooh-oooh
Hey
You had no choice
In the bed you lay
If I could, I would
take your pain
Into my hands and
squeeze it all away
Just like you
I'm not ready to say
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
You taught me how to love
With song and dancing
If I go down,
Better bury me standing
One second, one second,
one second.
What?
What are you doing, silly?
Making sure no one's listening.
[low suspenseful music]
[Betty laughs]
Finally.
I thought you were
starting to get bored of me.
Never.
[Betty] Shawn!
Oh, don't stop.
[Carrie] Shawn!
Shawn!
Hey Shawn!
I think I heard Mrs. Wolff
call for you from the garage.
[Shawn] Okay, thanks, I'll be
right down.
[dramatic music]
Bill, how do you wanna handle
this?
Yeah, you take the
front of the house,
I'll take the back.
Don't mention anything.
About Joe Wolff, all right?
Until we have Shawn in custody.
Copy that.
You run into any problems...
you radio King, all right?
[pig oinking]
[rapid, intense music]
[pig snorting]
[Carrie moaning, gasping]
[coughing]
No!
[coughing]
[pigs snorting]
[Carrie breathing heavily]
[low tense music]
[Shawn] Shit, I forgot to take
the trash out.
That's what she's pissed about.
Shawn, I have work tonight.
I know, just...
don't move.
[Betty]
Hey, your shirt's on backwards.
[Shawn] Yeah I [indistinct].
-[soft music playing]
-[man indistinct, laughing]
It's my favorite
time of year
But I feel like
something's missing
Fire's on but
you're not here
Come visit
Yeah, I know
just what I want
Damn man!
I told him I had work.
[tense percussive music builds]
[dramatic music]
God help me.
-[eerie music]
-[door alerts]
[suspenseful music builds]
[distant creaking]
- But if Santa saw
- I got this.
Just what I did tonight
'Cause all year long
I pay the price
I was so good
Just a little bit.
[dissonant orchestra hit]
[Betty] Ooh!
[faucet squeaking]
[water splashing]
[pigs squealing]
[metal scraping]
[police radio] Copy.
Deputy King is en route.
[police radio chattering]
[pig snorting]
[flesh squishes]
[pigs continue snorting]
[thudding]
Shawn!
Sheriff, Sheriff,
Sheriff, Sheriff,
there's, there's, there's pigs.
[knocking]
Hello?
Hello, it's Deputy Romero.
Anybody here?
Shawn?
I'm sorry I didn't wait for you.
I told you I had work tonight.
Ouch.
What the hell?
[metal hitting floor]
[floorboards creaking]
Hello?
[crickets chirping]
Anybody upstairs?
[Romero] Anybody upstairs?
[metal scraping]
Shawn?
Bella?
'Cause if he saw the way you
ate my milk and cookies
I pray to God that
Santa Claus...
-[Shawn] They're pigs.
-Come here, come here.
[Shawn] No, my, my, Aunt Carrie
man, there's pigs.
Hello?
Oh God.
[suspenseful music]
Anybody upstairs?
[pigs snorting]
[heavy footsteps]
[suspenseful music]
[dissonant orchestra slide]
[suspenseful music]
[pig snorting]
[screaming]
[pig snorting]
[Betty gasping]
[orchestra slide]
[upbeat pop music]
[Betty screaming]
[Betty] Shawn!
Dispatch, I need backup
at the Wolff Farm
in the West Craven district.
[police radio] Deputy King
has been notified
and is en route to the Wolff
Farm.
Copy, thanks.
[lamp clicking]
Oh, interesting.
Okay.
What about this one?
Oh, shit.
[low, suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music]
[pig snorting]
Oh, shit!
[pig squeals]
[objects hitting floor]
[rapid, tense music]
[pig snorting]
[blood splattering]
Shut your fucking mouth, come on!
I'm an officer of the law.
You know that, now you
fucking hold still.
You don't understand.
Let me put these cuffs on.
They're killing her in there, man.
You're under arrest, Shawn,
for the murder of...
[pigs snorting]
[suspenseful music]
The fuck was that?
[pig squealing]
[Shawn] We need to get the
fuck out of here!
Now!
Shawn, oh my God!
What the fuck is going on?
Go inside and lock your door.
Go! Go!
-[pigs squealing]
-[stabbing, slashing]
[sniffling, gasping]
[gasping in pain]
[screaming]
[crying]
[low somber music]
[screaming]
[flesh squishing]
-[gasping]
-[scissors hitting floor]
[crying]
[screaming in pain]
[pig snorting]
[loud footsteps]
[Bella] Does anyone know if we
blew a fuse?
Hey guys?
Jordan?
Betty?
Hello?
[phone ringing]
Oh shit.
Jordan?
Bella.
Yeah, where are you?
I think we lost power.
Go back to your room.
And lock the door.
Why are you whispering?
There's something in the house.
Oh, what are you talking about?
Where are you?
[Jordan] I think there's
something in here with me.
[Bella] What, where are you?
Hello, Jordan?
Jordan?
There's something in here with
me.
Help me.
[Bella] Jordan?
Jordan?
[gasping]
-[pig squealing]
-[Jordan screaming]
Hello, Jordan?
- Shit
- [Shawn] Bella!
Fuck, Shawn!
What the fuck is going on?
Jordan called me just hysterical.
[doggie door flaps]
Did you hear that sound?
Doggie door?
[loud exhaling]
[muffled pig snort]
What's that?
Extreme fucking pigs.
Pigs?
Here, take this.
Lock yourself in your room, okay?
Don't come out until
I come get you.
If anyone comes in
there, that's not human
you fucking stab
them, you hear me?
Okay, I need you to hear you say
it so we understand.
I will.
-All right, go on.
-Okay. Okay.
[screaming hysterically]
[music intensifies]
Fuck!
[gunshot]
[music intensifies]
[pig snorts]
[tense music]
[door rattling]
[Bella crying]
[crying, gasping]
[gunshot]
[pig squealing]
No.
[crying]
[suspenseful music builds]
[door opening]
-[Bella] Shawn? Shawn?
-[metal thudding]
Oh, my God, Shawn!
[Shawn gasping]
Shawn!
Hey, Bella, you have to...
you have to go.
[Bella] I'm gonna get
us outta here.
Safe.
Shawn!
[dramatic music]
Take it.
[Bella gulping, crying]
Bella?
I'll be right back.
[gun cocks]
They got me good.
They got me good.
[painful exhale]
Oh shit.
[gunshot]
-[dramatic music]
-[stifled crying]
Jordan?
Jordan.
Betty.
What did I do?
[crying]
Betty.
What did I do?
[indistinct mumbling]
[Bella whimpering]
[pig snorting]
[eerie tense music]
[Bella breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music builds]
[pig snorting]
Where are you, you little
bastard?
[pig snorting]
[Bella gasping]
-No roast beef for you.
-[gun cocks]
-Bitch.
-[gunshot]
[music builds]
[tense, percussive music]
[floorboards creak]
-[Bella screams]
-[bones cracking]
[pig squealing]
-[Bella screaming]
-[hammer thudding]
[screaming]
And this little piggie...
went "wee wee wee..."
Straight to hell.
[gunshot]
[gasping]
[painful screaming]
[pig squealing]
[Bella screaming]
Fuck.
This piggie went straight to
the fucking market.
[gunshot]
[gun hitting floor]
[painful screaming]
[moaning]
[Bella moaning]
[Bella screaming]
[pigs grunting, snorting]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
-[police sirens wailing]
-[King] Listen, I don't care
where he is,
I need Deputy Holland
out here ASAP.
Copy?
[police radio] Copy.
Deputy Holland has been notified.
I'll initiate an APB to
the Wolff Farm.
Keep channel one open
for communications.
Okay, I'm gonna stay on
channel one.
Deputy King, we have no
response from Sherrif Karloff
or Deputy Romero.
Proceed with caution.
I repeat, proceed with caution.
[pigs squealing]
Backup units are en route.
[eerie, suspenseful music]
The hell?
Oh, for crying out loud.
[gunshot]
[rap music starts]
Yo, yo
Miles on
Dragons Lair on the mix
Church Hill Productions
Listen, new
changing genetics
Tested on the
bodies of rabbits
Go misanctioned experiments
That would make
Mengele jealous
Human animal hybrids
and lab-grown side dishes
Tests you Kentucky Fry
Sewn shut eyelids
The big bad wolf
is the eugenicist
Sick fuck fools playing God
Making mutants like
Cameron's "Abyss"
Pig fuck rules
They're gonna hit different
after this
Barnyard tools held in
hooves like a two-two-six
Emotional support
animals turned feral ham
And the only hope is
the Jewish kid
From that 90210 program
Smart money is on the mutants
with superhuman strength
Smart thing to do would be
to make a break before
It's too late
Bricks, Straw, Sticks. Kill!
Mass assassination
So present a mortadella
salami and bacon.
Man playing God,
creating abominations
And the Lord kill the
sinners in the
Blameless organization.
Bams to the sword
the game is there to win
Post stress disorder
Fed to the pigs
Laid on the
chopping block
Clip off your wings
like deep cuts of order
Fed to the pigs
Sliced up and diced up
Crowned like a king
Your guts on display
Fed to the pigs
Nowhere to run
When the dinner bell rings
Humans are the hunted now
Fed to the pigs
By far the hardest
organ harvest
Dissolve the farm hand
and leave him a carcass
Teenage wet dream turns
into a blood stream
Three killer pigs,
merk you like a dope fiend
Posse party, burning
like Benghazi
Melachi crunch, roast pork
with Sriracha
Four legs good,
two legs bad
Pigs running the game like the
woods up in Soledad
These 16 bars leave you
dancing with the stars
Like Sharna Burgess
on the parallel bars
Frankie Carbone, meat hook
butcher's special
My raps break bones
like 80s trash metal
Skin grafts
and Petri dishes
Horror from the
deepest reaches
Is this the end of days
Or the evolution of
meat eaters
Boar's head got you dead
screaming like a banshee
Jaws of the pigs, last
thing you'll ever see
Bams to the sword
the game's been rigged
Post stress disorder
Fed to the pigs
Laid on the chopping block
Clip off your wings
Like deep cuts of order
Fed to the pigs
Sliced up and diced up,
crowned like a king
Your guts on display
Fed to the pigs
Nowhere to run when
the dinner bell rings
Humans are the hunted now
Fed to the pigs
[soft music]
[man indistinct, laughing]
It's favorite time of year
But I feel like
something's missing
Fire's on but
you're not here
Come visit
Yeah, I know
just what I want
Do I have to
write a wish list
Home alone [indistinct]
Come visit
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause if he saw the way
you ate my milk and cookies
I pray to God that Santa
Claus, he wasn't looking
Come down the chimney
and it's a holiday
Baby, 'tis the season,
let me see the candy cane
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
[indistinct]
Gotta make it slow
Nowhere else to be
but underneath the mistletoe
And it's getting late,
coming over right now
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
[upbeat Latin music]
[thunder rumbles]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[camera clicking]
[deep bass tone]
[thunder claps]
[somber opera music]
[pig squealing]
[blood splattering]
[midtempo guitar music]
Sadness and tears
I remember alone
As time goes by
I'm slowly getting old
I need to run away
And find a new life
Through our lives,
new emotions will arise
Fighting for my dreams
Fighting for my goals
[horse snorting]
Fighting for my life
Keeping memories
Alive
[Joe] Hey, Dario, how ya doing?
I'm good, I'm good. Hey, Joe.
-How you doin'?
-I'll take him for you.
Thank you.
How you doing this morning, Joe?
[music continues]
[Joe] I'm all right,
I'm doing all right.
-Not bad, not good.
-[Dario] Okay.
[Joe laughs]
[Dario] Man, they're making a
racket back there,
what the hell?
[Joe] Yeah, putting
in a new deck.
[music continues]
[distant pounding]
Hey, Joe.
Ah, Jesus.
Back to this shit again?
Seems like it's always
around Christmas.
Right.
Well, what choice do we have?
Hmm, choices.
Your choices put us here.
Probably should have thought
about that before you
pissed our goddamn money away.
Jesus, I've said I'm
sorry so many times.
Sorry!
You see, sorry left the station.
The minute you let me
and this farm be at risk.
You're fucking pathetic.
[Joe] I'm gonna fix it.
You'll see.
You're gonna fix it?
I'm gonna fix it.
Okay? I promise.
Oh, fuck your promises, Joe.
Fuck them.
You word doesn't mean shit
to me anymore.
Your promises fucked us.
The minute you let my
daddy's home become a
goddamn boarding house.
You better fix this!
Fix it.
[distant dog barking]
[horse sniffing]
Ah. Yep. Yep.
She's a real bitch.
Don't you be a
bitch too now. [laughs]
Oh, shit.
[sighs]
[soft music]
As time goes by
I'm slowly getting old
I need to run away
And find a new life
Through our lives new
emotions will arise
Fighting for my dreams
Fighting for my goals
Fighting for my life
Keeping memories...
Alive
I still remember our love
Our past is
full of memories
Future tracking
with the past
I'll never forget your name
'Evenin' Mac.
Hey, Joe.
[clears throat]
I..uh...
went out to the store, getting
something for Carrie.
I just knew I needed to stop by
and just say hello.
Yeah, last-minute
Christmas shopping. Yeah.
I know how that feels, Joe.
Huh.
See your, uh, your sunset
watching. [chuckles]
Yeah, 47 years.
Old habits die hard.
You just missed Bill.
What's old Sheriff Karloff
complaining about these days?
Eh, fuck if I know. He...
Station called him back,
said he's gonna come back
in the morning.
When was it you ran out
of livestock?
12-plus years ago.
I, uh, I ran
out of pigs.
Something happen, Joe?
Well... [stammers]
I don't even know.
I didn't even notice it was
happening
because my mind has
been elsewhere, Mac.
Well, hell, I had to raise
the price of my eggs
just to cover basic costs, Joe.
I mean, [stammering] I've run
through everything, Mac.
We rented rooms out in the house
to college kids, you know?
We thought that might
save us, you know,
bringing in extra income.
You know something, Joe?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't think you're hearing me.
Oh, I'm hearing you.
Oh, I'm hearing you.
I'm about to go bankrupt.
I mean, the bank is on my door.
Mac, I don't know what to do, okay?
I mean, I'm desperate right now.
After all the money that I owe,
I did those upgrades.
I put that little, that little
winery in for Carrie.
Thought that might make
some money.
I've tried everything.
Mac, you said that was
a good idea at the time.
Remember?
Unfortunately, good wine...
takes a long time
to make a profit, Joe.
The bank will be
banging on my door,
come end of the month.
Let me say it again.
I don't give a fuck, Joe.
I need my pigs back.
After the way you
treated those poor animals...
fuck no.
Please, it'll help me
get caught up.
That's all I need to do
is get caught up.
Mac, give me a shot.
One more time, please.
The answer is no.
For fucking years, I've
given you so much.
But you never return
what you borrow, Joe.
Mac, I try.
Oh, fuck that.
Fuck that.
We've known each other for over
34 years.
The only time you ever
fucking come up to this place
is for money or livestock.
Hell, when my Macy passed,
you didn't show up.
You didn't send condolences.
Nothing.
Nothing.
And that hurts, Joe.
Mac, I'm sorry about Macy.
Mac, I got nothing.
I can barely survive myself.
I don't have enough
fucking money to even
pay a rancher to help me
'cause I've given you
all my savings.
And the rest?
The rest went to Macy's funeral.
Fuck you, Joe.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I bothered
you.
Get the fuck out.
[somber music playing]
[tense orchestral music]
[Carrie] Did you get him?
No!
No, I didn't, Carrie!
No!
[engine rumbles]
[Shawn] Do we have to do this
again?
[Shawn] I felt really bad when
we had to do it the last time.
I mean, it's like...
it's like by doing this it's like
you're sending me back to the
joint.
Shawn Wolff...
Now you listen to me,
you ungrateful little shit.
The food you eat, that's my food.
The clothes you wear,
those are my clothes.
The money you make, I pay you.
And by the way, your ass
would still be rotting in
jail if it wasn't for me.
I don't see anyone else looking
after you, do you?
Me and your aunt!
That's it.
Got it?
Anyone else looking out for you?
No!
So we're gonna do this
like we discussed.
As soon as he goes in there with
me,
you go into the house.
Remember, he keeps the cash
and her jewelry in
a shoe box underneath the bed.
And you grab it all.
You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
Don't screw this up.
[barn doors banging]
[crickets chirping]
[low tense music]
What the hell's going on?
Little piggies?
You in there?
It's all right.
Come on out now.
You're safe.
Papa's gonna take you home.
[pig oinking]
[Joe, taunting] Little pigs.
Little pigs.
Yoo-hoo!
Let me in.
Daddy is here to take you home.
[pig oinking]
[Mac] No.
No.
[suspenseful music builds]
[Mac] Joe.
Mac.
What the hell are you
doing in my barn
in the middle of the night?
[tense orchestra hit]
[grunting]
God, I just got this.
Ah, there you are.
[Mac] You just didn't
sleepwalk from your
farm to my barn.
So I'm going to ask you one more
time.
What the hell are you
doing in my barn?
Mac hold on, man.
-No, get the fuck out of here!
-Yes, I need those pigs!
-I need my fucking pigs back!
-Oh, Oh!
You came here to steal
from me, huh?
-You're stealing from me.
-I need them, Mac.
-I'm in trouble!
-Get out!
-I don't care!
-I'm in trouble!
I need them.
What's wrong with them?
-Nothing's wrong with them.
-Bullshit!
-Nothing's wrong with them.
-You got my pigs, sick?
-No, no, no.
-You didn't take care of them.
They're very, very special.
They just happen to be special.
-[hammer hits]
-[Mac groans]
[Mac] Bricks.
Straw.
Sticks.
[pigs squealing]
Kill.
Sorry it came to this, Mac.
[pigs squeal, panicked]
[thudding]
[suspenseful music]
[pigs oinking]
[metal scraping cement]
[tense music builds]
Piggies.
Where are ya?
[pig squeals]
Come on now, piggies.
Where are you?
[tense music builds]
[pig squealing]
Oh, whoa!
[fleshy splat]
No, no, no.
[Joe wailing, pleading]
[stabbing]
No!
[hitting, slashing]
What the fuck?
[Joe, weak] Shawn...
-Joe!
-[Joe, forceful] Shawn! Run!
Run!
Run, Shawn! Run!
[pig squealing]
[Joe grunts]
Brick.
Sticks.
Straw.
Kill.
-[stabbing, slashing]
-[Joe screaming]
[Joe screams in the distance]
[pigs snort]
No invite!
Bella, baby.
You better drink up.
You're gonna need a refill soon.
Maybe.
Bella, I'm so glad you're
finally here.
I think the last time
the three of us have
roomed together was...
high school senior trip
to New York.
Yeah, it was us three and Gracie.
All squeezed into a little
New York style shoebox!
Two beds, seven days.
It was crazy.
So much fun though.
Oh my God, that was epic.
[Betty] Yeah, it was.
Oh, that reminds me.
Gracie's coming up
tomorrow to hang out with us.
-Yay.
-Her and Pryce, they're
driving up to Santa Barbara
on Sunday for a wedding.
And then up to Bodega Bay
to spend Christmas
with Pryce's parents.
Oh.
[Bella] Now that's gonna be epic!
[Betty] Yeah, it is.
Look at that smile!
The cover.
-[Betty] Glad you're here.
-[Bella] Me too!
Are you all moved in?
It's pretty simple, right?
-Yeah.
-This place is really chill.
Yeah, because of me.
Um, duh.
It's a short distance
from campus.
Not expensive.
Relaxing atmosphere.
And you're with your friends.
Yeah, it's the best kept
secret in the area.
I'm still in awe of how
you guys found this place.
Literally the day they
put up the flyer on the
campus bulletin,
I snatched that shit off the
wall and made the call.
I'm impressed.
But then you guys
called me up and I was like...
"A farm? What the hell are
we doing here?"
Do we have to milk the cows
in order to get our rooms?
-Like, what are we doing?
-Hey! Speak for yourself!
I've milked a cow before, okay?
Oh, like, what is it like here?
Is it just us?
Uh...
Pretty much.
So there's Mr. Wolff.
He's the farmer.
And then there's Shawn Wolff,
who is his nephew.
And he helps out on the farm.
And then some random
ranch hands that
I don't really know about.
Not too many, though.
Oh, and then Rufus.
[Bella] Aww, Rufus?
So cute.
What about Mrs. Wolff?
I heard him say
something about her.
She's a bit of a recluse.
Um, she's around.
Betty said she's a
little bit off.
Because she is.
Well, okay. Betty says
anything about anyone
who she can't hold a
conversation with.
And on that note,
I'll catch y'all later.
I'm feeling tired.
Getting late.
Oh, but tomorrow I was
thinking about doing a
little barbecue party,
if you're interested.
Yeah. Do you need me to
pick up anything?
No.
-Okay.
-What's the occasion?
Just all of us being
back together again.
I really miss this.
I miss this, too.
Alright, I'm going to bed.
Good night, good night.
-Good night.
-Good night.
You know she pulls that
fake tired shit to go
wait up for Shawn Wolff.
Yeah, what's up with that?
He's so not what I expected.
Yeah, I mean, unfortunately,
Betty falls for the older ones.
He is a dog.
I actually met him yesterday.
It was kind of weird,
'cause he sniffed my crotch.
[chuckles]
Wait.
Are we talking about
Shawn Wolff or Rufus?
No, no, no, no. Rufus.
-Definitely Rufus.
-Yeah.
Oh my gosh, what did I just say?
-Definitely Rufus.
-Yeah
Rufus will get all up in there.
Not Shawn Wolff.
I'm terrible.
-It's so peaceful here.
-I know.
Literally the closest house
is four miles away.
Hmm.
I think I'm going to head up too.
Yeah, the long drive
and the unpacking,
I think I'll do the same.
Oh, Gracie said that
she'll be here at breakfast.
Great. But I do have to
do that thing for my
uncle tomorrow, so then
we can do anything after.
How's that going by the way?
You know, I'm almost done
I really love my job and...
I can be anywhere at anytime.
I just need a laptop
and Wi-Fi, then I'm all set.
It's great.
-Shall we call it a night?
-Yeah.
Let's go. Okay.
[Gracie moans]
Do you have any service
on your phone?
Well, if I did, I would have
called for help a while ago.
Oh, OMG, Pryce! I think
I spotted a shooting star.
Oh, so cool.
Pryce?
Yeah, that's amazing, babe.
I saw one when I was in
summer camp once.
I've almost got this, okay?
You know, I think we
should just call a
service company to come
help us out.
I mean, you've been
under that hood for
almost like 30 minutes now.
Babe.
No service, remember?
-Oh, yeah, there's that.
-Yeah.
How far away do you
think the girls are from here?
Oh my god, I don't know,
I'm working on it. Okay?
You don't know shit.
[Pryce] I'm gonna
have this fixed.
When pigs fly.
Yeah, I heard that.
Oopsie. Love you, babe.
[Pryce] Love you.
-[Shawn panting]
-[Gracie, screaming] Pryce!
Woah! What do you want, man?
Money? We don't fucking
have anything, all right?
Please.
Dude, get the fuck
away from my car!
[Shawn] There's something out
here.
Get away from my car!
You wanna go?
Let's fucking go, man!
[Pryce] Yeah!
You don't understand, there's
something out there, man.
-You don't understand!
-[Pryce] Fucking crackhead!
Let's get extreme.
Let's fucking go.
-Whoa.
-[Shawn gagging]
Oh!
[Pryce] Yeah, all right, man.
Just get the fuck out
of here, all right?
Take whatever this is
and just go.
You fucking serious, man?
[pig snorting]
You okay, baby girl?
[Gracie] Mm-hmm.
[kissing]
[Pryce] Mmm.
Mmm, my hero.
You should go shirtless
more often.
Good news, it stopped
overheating.
-Mmm.
-I got this shit.
[Gracie chuckles]
[phone beeps]
Okay, peeps. So we are
parked over and the
craziest thing just...
[distant noises]
Pryce?
Yeah.
Okay.
[window whirring]
[pigs snorting]
What I was gonna say is
that we had the...
so we are parked over and the...
[pigs oinking]
[thudding]
-[Gracie screaming]
-[blood splattering]
[metallic scraping]
[Gracie screaming]
[Gracie screaming]
[Shawn panting]
-[pigs squealing]
-[slashing]
[pigs squealing]
[Reagan] Why not?
[Mr. Lynch] Where do you want me
to start?
[Karen] Hi, Mr. Lynch.
I'll see you at Bible study,
tomorrow Reagan.
Take care, Miss Karen.
I'm skipping that tomorrow.
Why are you skipping Bible study?
It's cool. I already
told Pastor Dyer.
-Uh-huh.
-Why not?
Reagan.
You are my only son.
You're 14 years old and
still a child.
You shouldn't be concerning
yourself with my stuff.
That's my job.
Your job is to continue
to make your mom and I proud.
Make yourself proud, man.
Go to the park,
play with your friends.
Learn to drive.
Go to college.
Dream big and do big things.
Dad, but tell me why.
I don't want this for you.
I don't want you to settle here.
What if I do all that,
but still live here and
help with the shop?
Reagan.
Aren't we a team, Dad?
That's what you always
say, right?
Yes, I do.
And yes, we are.
So why can't we both
get what we want?
Why can't we both be
happy and not struggle?
Hey.
Get in.
You're letting me drive at night?
Well, if you don't
think you're ready...
No!
Get out.
Start it up.
Yes, sir.
Pull the seat up, shorty.
I'm not short.
Buckle up, please.
- Yeah-
- Turn the lights on.
Got it.
Take the main road
straight home, Reagan.
Shouldn't be very many
people out right now, so...
don't make any stops.
I'm gonna be right behind you.
Awesome.
So why not?
What makes you think, I wanna
come back here
with my parents?
Oh, you don't.
And it would blow.
But it would be different.
How so?
Well, for one thing,
you're not that
struggling little boy
with no money.
We sell the house, then
you're that wealthy man
that beat all the
struggles in the ass,
and got ahead financially.
My bad, sir.
Mm-hmm.
Potty mouth.
Love you, sir.
Love you, too.
See you in the morning.
Excuse me?
Just kidding.
I know. Go slow.
Take the main road.
See you at the house.
See you at the house.
Think about it.
Straight home, Reagan.
Yes, sir.
[crickets chirping]
[dramatic music]
[pigs snorting]
[Mr. Lynch screaming]
[pig squealing]
[Mr. Lynch screaming]
Yea, though I walk...
through the shadow...
death...
I will fear no evil!
Please walk with me.
[mumbling]
Comfort me!
Please! Comfort me!
[pig squealing]
[Dario] Hey!
Who's out there?
[Shawn] Hey, hey,
sorry, sorry man.
I didn't mean to wake you.
Shawn? What the hell are you
doing down here in the
middle of the night?
You almost got yourself shot!
Hey, was it those coyotes
screaming I heard?
[sniffing]
Huh.
I bet it was, huh?
[Shawn] Yeah, yeah.
It was the coyotes.
They were ah...
They were trying to get the
chickens again.
Oh, man.
Damn, cay-yotes.
You know, chasing
cay-yotes without your rifle's
a dumb-ass move.
Pack of those nasty bastards
will tear your apart, Shawny.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I left my
gun up at the house.
-Dumbass move, right?
-Yeah.
Anyway, I apologize.
I'll leave you to it.
See you at grub, yeah?
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Wait a minute.
You think you could ask
your aunt to make some
peasant bread with bacon?
Bread? Yeah.
But we don't have any
pigs, so I can't say
anything about the bacon.
What does that mean?
How can you have a farm
with no pigs?
Well, we've been trying
to get some, but it's
been tough, you know?
I mean, I really wish I
would have kept one of
the last ones we had.
What?
I would have, uh,
woulda fed it bacon.
That is disgusting, Shawny.
That's pig cannibalism.
Why would you do that?
Well, I mean, if you
think about it, right,
if you fed it bacon when
you took that pig to slaughter,
the best tasting bacon you ever
had, I mean, talk about
tender, right?
You need some help, man.
Lay off that bong, okay?
I had ya goin' though, right?
[Dario] Yeah, I guess so. Don't
mess with me like that, man.
[Shawn] All right.
That kid don't make no
sense, man.
They should have put me in
charge of this damn ranch.
That dumb ass running around
here talking shit about
fucking pigs and fucking bacon.
I don't fucking...
Why don't you just
snort up some fucking
Clorox while you're at it?
Gotta love 'em, though.
It's Christmas, right?
It's Christmas, right?
I know. I hear you. I hear you.
Okay, I'll lighten up.
I'll lighten up.
Oh, Christmas tree.
Oh, Christmas tree.
You like that?
How lovely are your branches?
Oh, yeah. Not only green in
summer's heat,
but also winter's.
Ah, shit.
Snow and sleet.
Ooh, damn it gets cold out there.
Fuck. Shit.
Ooh! Nothin' like it!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I wish I had my radio.
I miss Bing Crosby.
Fuck.
I'll just sing to myself.
Forget about this crazy
fucking world.
Oh, gone crazy.
Everybody's crazy.
Everybody's crazy.
Everybody's fucking looney tunes.
I just don't care anymore.
I just want to lay here
and just kind of just
remember how things used to be.
Oh, yeah.
That's good.
Yeah, that's good.
[footsteps approaching]
[breathing heavily]
[door squeaks]
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
[footsteps approaching]
[bed squeaks]
[bong bubbles]
Shawn.
[Shawn gasps]
Damn, Betty, what are you doing?
I couldn't sleep, so I figured
I'd wait up for you.
Maybe you could help me
with my sleep dilemma.
I thought we had an
agreement that we'd...
check in with each other before
we'd invade each other's spaces.
Do you want me to go?
No.
Well, we're the life of the
party.
-Where did everybody go?
-Well, I don't know.
There's supposed to be moonshine.
Yo, I'm coming out.
Save some of that shit for me.
Isn't that what camping's all
about?
Eating and drinking.
[chattering outside tent]
Babe, what are you doing?
Ain't you had enough?
Hey, Cheeks is texting me.
I'll be out there soon, man!
-[guitar strumming]
-There once was an old
Man named jolly St. Nick
He lived up North
With a really big...
-Don't ruin my song!
-May I?
Okay, let's see what you got.
Play something good.
A Christmas song.
I'll play something
especially for you.
Okay.
Shortly.
We've been doing this all day.
You want to go again?
[chuckles]
All right.
[slurring] I mean, like, play
something with a rhythm.
Play some Eminem.
Metallica.
Hanson.
90210 theme.
You know that one?
-But that's not jolly!
-Oh, it's jolly.
[blues riff on guitar]
Oh, man. You're...
No, no, no.
I got to take a leak.
I think it's
coming out both ends.
Here comes Santa Claus
Here comes Santa Claus
[guitar strumming]
[chattering in background]
Did we scare him away?
I think we did.
He's just... He was a
little overwhelmed with
our singing.
If I come back and you're still
playing Christmas music
I'm gonna be pissed.
While I'm pissing,
I'm gonna be pissed.
This is supposed to be a party.
I know.
Hey.
A pig...
on its hind legs.
Dressed in overalls...
with a pitchfork.
[screaming]
I'll go get him.
I'll be right back.
Run.
[plays blues riff]
No moonshine
No more
[slurring, indistinct]
-You seen my phone?
-You find it?
No. I think I left it in the car
so I'm gonna go run to the car
and see if I left it in there.
All right.
Yo, darling, I'll walk
you over to your car.
There he is.
Chivalry is not dead.
-[flesh tearing]
-[screaming]
-You want me to go?
-You can go.
You just gonna sit there
playing yourself or you coming?
Come on.
-Gotta find that video.
-Let's hit it.
-I can sing, you know.
-Yeah?
Oh, no you can't.
[all laughing]
You guys are crazy.
I couldn't find the opening of
the tent.
It's like, where is it?
And I couldn't crawl in.
That was so hot.
Babe!
-Where'd everybody go?
-I don't know.
I told you that if you
brought that RV,
that you'd want to keep
sneaking back there to
go fool around.
Yeah? Well, you
liked it, so.
Yeah. I did like it.
I just really wanted to
make sparks with our friends,
you know?
That's like the one thing
-I wanted to do.
-[pig snorting]
Yeah.
-[stabbing]
-[both screaming]
-[tense horror music]
-[screaming]
-[stabbing]
-[screaming]
Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. There's something
outside.
Look. Look!
Oh. Shhh.
[both screaming]
[pig snorts]
-[slashing]
-[screaming]
[screaming]
[tense horror music]
[pig sniffing]
[pig sniffing]
[light classical music]
[indistinct singing]
There's a Christmas tree
[pig squealing]
-[screaming]
-[flesh tearing]
[metallic slash]
-[screaming]
-[pigs squealing]
[light music continues]
Just outside your house
There's a little
Christmas tree
[birds chirping]
[indistinct singing]
[horse snorting]
[music fades]
Yeah, like, that's not creepy.
Oh, come on. Did you think I was
gonna let you sleep in
on your first day on the farm?
Come on. Get up.
We went to bed so late.
How are you even functioning
after all those bottles
of wine we had?
Betty and Mrs. Wolff are
already up and outside,
feeding the chickens.
[quietly] Look.
I literally asked you last night
if we had to do any farm work,
and
you all said no.
Sometimes we have to
help out Mr. and Mrs. Wolff.
Do, like, basic farm stuff.
-Uh...
-They work all the time,
so we're going to help
them out when we can, okay?
Yeah. No thanks.
That life is not for me, but
I do need a cup of coffee.
Plenty of coffee downstairs, and
there's breakfast.
It's how them cowboys roll.
Come on. Get up.
Please.
I'll show you the farm
before Gracie gets here.
Okay, maybe, but I still need to
do that stuff for my uncle.
Come on. It's so pretty
in the morning.
We could even jog if you want.
Jogging? Uh, no thanks!
Get out.
Oh my...
[laughing]
[light guitar music]
[chickens clucking]
Morning, Aunt Carrie.
Hey.
Do you need anything from me and
the boys before we get started
up this morning?
No, Shawn, I'm good, but...
have you seen your uncle?
I haven't seen him.
-[Shawn] This morning?
-Yeah.
Um...
this morning, no, I haven't.
What about Dario?
-Nope.
-So strange.
Neither of them took their
breakfast plates this morning.
I made extra bacon,
I made extra peasant bread.
I know Joe loves it, and
no one showed up.
It's weird.
Hmm. Maybe they got, uh...
like an early start on the day.
I don't even remember
Joe coming to bed last night.
How'd it go with Max?
[dog barking]
Uh, Max?
Yes, Shawn, Max.
Joe said he was headed over
there.
He was gonna take you with him?
You didn't go?
He didn't ask.
Huh.
Well, there you go.
Nobody tells me anything.
Look, like I said, I mean,
they probably just got an
early start on the day.
So let me get Louis started
on his work,
and then I'll scout the property
and see where they are.
Yeah. Sure. Appreciate it,
Shawn.
-Thank you.
-You got it.
-You let me know.
-Okay.
-I'll see you later.
-Yeah. Bye, Shawn.
Come on, come on.
Come 'n' get it.
-[Shawn] Hey...
-Greedy guts.
[Shawn] ...no, I'm okay.
Hmm.
When, um, when Romero
gets back here, could you
take the car to the station.
Check the database...
see all the livestock
that was filed by Mac.
Do you think this was a theft?
Don't know. This time of year,
people are
just desperate for a good
Christmas, you know?
It's just so unexpected.
Yeah.
Do me a favor.
Reach out to Deputy Holland,
see when he's home
from vacation.
I think he said the 24th.
[police radio chattering]
[police dispatch] It's like
10 minutes.
10 minutes, 20
minutes, a little bit.
[police radio] Copy.
Bill, we found something like
two clicks down the old
country road.
Forensics found a
print, not matching the
ones on the scene, but
we're running it.
That's a hell of a place
to do some reading.
Macy's favorite place in the
whole world before she passed.
How'd she die?
Depression.
No joke.
All this stuff. The books, the
pen... all of it.
This was all for Macy.
For Mac.
Those animals were her
-emotional support...
-Pigs!
Mm-hmm.
Three of them.
There were babies,
they just came wandering
onto the property one day.
They were in really bad shape.
All cut up.
Huh.
Three little pigs.
So nobody came to claim them.
Mac could see the way
they lifted Macy's spirits...
treated them like pets.
You know, I knew a girl
who had a pet pig once.
She named him Jeffrey.
I reckon she treated that pig
better than family.
Oh, pigs.
Pets are family...
as far as I'm concerned.
Doesn't matter whether it's
a dog or a cat or
just whatever it is you
connect with.
Hey, how'd it ever, uh...
how'd it work out your kid in
that book
that I suggested?
-Pretty good, I reckon.
-Yeah.
He hasn't put it down
since I gave it to him.
Bill...
you didn't me that
was a sequel to
-"The Shining."
-I did tell you.
You said to me, "Is this a sequel"
to The Shining?"
Hell, I may read this
book before I give it to my kid.
And I was like, "You're not
gonna read this book.
You're going to wait
until the movie comes out.
Watch that."
-Did you?
-Did I what?
-Did you read it?
-No.
I watched the movie.
Watched the movie.
Good guys.
It doesn't make any sense.
Mac never even fired his shotgun.
But something got him
up in the middle of the
night because there's his
flashlight right there.
You know, this is clever.
Straw. Bricks. Sticks.
You know, the story.
One built their house
out of straw, the other
out of sticks, the other bricks.
Three little pigs.
Can we focus?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Well, maybe these two had a
dispute.
I think they walked in
on something.
Maybe livestock theft.
That hasn't happened
here in years.
Well, did they steal the pigs?
I have no idea what
happened to the pigs after...
Macy passed.
What happened you, Joe?
Puncture wounds,
slashes, stabs.
Someone chopped him up
pretty good.
Somebody was very, very angry.
Somebody did this on purpose.
Maybe gang related?
These two, generational farmers,
they did everything
within the family.
Barely even stepped outside
of it for anything.
You mean, like the Amish?
Never mind.
I'm gonna head over
to the other scene.
Talk to some of the
other farmers in the
area and see if there
were any thefts or
anything that happened.
Let me know how that goes.
Sticks. Straw. Bricks.
Three little pigs.
[low ominous music]
[sizzling]
Shawn, your burger is
almost ready.
Hey, are you sure that guy
doesn't
want food before he leaves?
[Shawn] Who, Louis?
-[Betty] Yeah.
-[Shawn] Nah.
He eats these ham sandwiches
his wife makes him.
He usually eats down by
the stream by himself.
He loves it. He gets to talk to
his family on FaceTime, so
-it's kind of a win-win.
-[Betty] Cool.
Babe, you're burning the shit
out of these burgers.
It's not me. The flame just
really likes that one.
[Shawn, laughing] Okay.
-Mrs. Wolff?
-[Carrie] Yeah?
[clears throat]
Burger's ready.
[Carrie] Sounds good.
That's great timing.
Do you like hockey pucks?
Well, we're about to find that
out, apparently.
[Shawn] It looks weird.
[Betty] It smells like a
burger, right?
[chattering]
[Carrie] There she is.
Can I have one?
[Betty] Yeah. Grab a bun.
That one.
[Carrie] Oh my God.
What is he thinking?
[Betty] You're always so picky.
Sorry. Yes.
Just pop it right on there.
-Bam. Thank you.
-[Betty] Mm-hmm.
[Louis] What do you mean,
what am I doing?
I'm putting you back
down so I can talk.
You're annoying me.
[wife on phone]
[speaking Italian]
[Louis] I said I didn't want to
have barbecue with them.
I like coming to the
river to eat.
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
I just wanted to come and relax.
That's it, babe.
[pigs oinking in background]
What?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
He's got a delivery of
hay coming in tonight.
So Mr. Wolff asked me
and Dario to stick around.
Dario! That you?
[wife on phone]
Dario?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hang on.
I'll be right back.
I keep hearing shit.
Hang on.
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hello?
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hey, little fella.
You lost?
He's cute.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey. It's a possum.
A possum, I tell you.
I'm taking home a possum, Judy.
Are you lost?
You okay?
[tense percussive music]
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
Hey, little fella. You hungry?
You want some ham?
Yeah?
Hey.
[dissonant piano music]
[screaming]
[music crescendos]
[wife on phone]
[Italian continues]
[tense music]
[Carrie] Hello?
[Karloff] Mrs. Wolff. Sheriff
Karloff.
[Carrie] Sheriff Karloff?
[Carrie] Okay.
Hi.
What's up?
[Karloff] I'm afraid that I have
some bad news about your husband.
[Carrie] About Joe?
Wait, where is he?
[Karloff] Ma'am, I'm afraid that
we found his body this morning.
[Carrie] No, no, Sheriff, there
has to be some
mistake that can't...
[Karloff] So, Mrs. Wolff, I'm so
sorry.
[Carrie] What?
[Carrie] That doesn't make
any sense.
It can't...
[Carrie] Are you sure?
That's not... we can't...
[Karloff] We are, we're sure.
Can you come to the station?
Thank you, Mrs. Wolff,
and I'm sorry.
[Gracie] Hey, you've
reached Gracie.
Please leave me a brief
message and I'll return
your call as soon as I can.
Thank you and have a
beautiful day.
Hey, Gracie.
This is like the fourth
message I'm leaving for you.
Where the hell are you guys?
I thought you said you'd
be here early this morning.
I'm kind of getting a little
worried.
Call me back.
[police siren wailing]
[indistinct police chatter]
-Bill.
-[Karloff] Hmm?
I've got some important
new information.
[Karloff] What?
We found a plastic bag
full of cash and
jewelry that belongs to
Macy McAvie
in the passenger side
of Joe Wolff's truck.
[Karloff] How do you know it
belonged to her?
[Romero] Something didn't sit
right with me when we
got the results on
these handprints.
I went with my gut.
I had the lab boys run
some tests on the jewelry.
They were able to tell
me whose it was...
as well as it being the same
perp.
Same perp.
Hmm.
[Romero] Shawn Wolff.
Joe Wolff's nephew.
Shawn.
Well, you know, he went
to prison for...
He was just a kid.
Bill, that wasn't a kid crime.
You guys can wrap all
this up. Thank you.
You think Shawn
could do all this?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.
Where are you guys?
I thought you were gonna
be here in the morning.
I'm getting a little bit worried.
Just call me back, I guess.
Rufus.
You would probably like Gracie.
You're a lot like her.
You both ignore me when
I'm talking to you.
Come on. Let's go.
-Rufus!
-[Rufus barks]
Rufus!
Where are you going?
[Rufus barks]
[upbeat Latin-style music
playing]
[Carrie crying]
[somber music]
Fucking Joe!
[crying]
[crying]
What the fuck am I gonna do?
You asshole.
[pigs squealing in pain]
[people yelling indistinctly]
How come you never get bit,
Sylvia?
[Sylvia laughs]
Okay, sweetie, uh...
Could you go get your sister for
mommy?
I love you too.
[pigs squealing]
[men speaking indistinctly]
Don't "Hey Mom" me, young lady.
Why would go to the lake
when you know your brother
has a temperature?
Yeah, I get it.
You're 17.
You'd rather be home with your
boyfriend.
Listen to me.
No, listen to me.
You will do what I say
until I get home.
You got it?
Thank you.
I love you.
I'll be home soon.
-Sorry, Doctor.
-Jen, the only thing
I wanna hear from you right now
is you've finished working on
that damn squealing pig.
You got it?
-Yeah, I'm on it.
-Good.
[Carrie laughing]
Hi.
Wow, okay, hi, Ron.
Babe? What's going on?
Yes, and I wanted to
wait to tell you,
but well...
now I can tell you.
Yes, you, you should tell me.
Basically, they said
that we could go on
with our testing on the chickens.
-Everything's full steam ahead.
-[Carrie] Testing? Testing?
[Carrie] Testing on our...
[stammering]
testing... sorry... what...
I'm sorry, what testing
are we doing on our chickens?
We can make meat from
the cultured chicken cells.
You see, so basically,
we're creating
lab-made chickens.
This is what you put our money
into?
Lab-made farming, are
you kidding me?
Sweetie, it's gonna cut costs
across the board
on the farm.
Now, wait a minute.
Listen!
I already have two major orders
from the largest supermarket
chains in the country.
Sweetie. It's amazing.
Joe?
What are you doing
in this garage?
We're playing God.
Doctor, right?
You're a doctor?
What are you doing to my pig?
I just created the first
human-animal hybrid.
[Carrie] What?
What does that even mean?
Well, we did some tests.
I took some cells from
Shawn, and some tissue
and combined it with a
non-human species
to see whether it would
survive or thrive.
Hmm, just so I get this
completely straight in here.
[Shawn] Yeah.
You're doing... no...
you're creating a
biomedical procedure
on [stammers] my nephew
and my pigs?
And you're okay with this?
-I was okay with it.
-It's just...
I felt bad for the pigs.
Good boy.
How many?
Not that many, sweetie.
Okay, we started with four,
we lost one, that's it.
Why we're doing this
because I'm not
getting it, Joe.
What are you doing and why?
-Doc?
-Many other reasons, Carrie.
Imagine being solely
responsible for
growing organs inside animals.
No donor waiting lists
or long lines at the hospital.
Carrie, we control the process.
It's a lot of money.
[Carrie] It's not.
And I came up
with this on my own.
Sure, I got the team
here, but I'm the boss
of the team.
This is me.
I came up,
you're married to a genius, sweetheart.
You should be jumping
up and down celebrating.
You fucking left me!
[glass shatters]
[sobbing]
Here with all of your fucking
bullshit!
This shit.
What the fuck am I
gonna do with this shit?
Oh.
[floor creaks]
Rufus.
[Bella clicks tongue]
[tense orchestral music]
Rufus.
[Jordan] Dario?
Have you seen Rufus?
Dari...
[screams]
Oh my god!
Dario, what the fuck?
[gasping]
[vomiting]
[Betty laughing]
-[soft music playing]
-[bong bubbling]
I feel kind of bad doing
this in front of you.
Oh, don't.
It's okay.
I like watching you do it.
[Shawn] It's pretty good.
I got it from my buddy
down the street.
-Home grown.
-Oh...
-Home grown.
-Mm-hm.
Like you.
Oh, that's more like
you, sweetheart.
You wanna dance?
All right.
-Okay.
-Okay.
-Show me your moves.
-No, you show me your moves.
You show me your moves.
[Shawn speaks indistinctly]
-No.
-No.
[music intensifies]
[gasping]
You had no choice
In the bed you lay
And if I could
I would take your pain
into my hands
And squeeze it all away
Just like you
I'm not ready to say
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
Ooooh-oooh
Hey
You had no choice
In the bed you lay
If I could, I would
take your pain
Into my hands and
squeeze it all away
Just like you
I'm not ready to say
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my heart
You taught me how to love
With song and dancing
If I go down,
Better bury me standing
One second, one second,
one second.
What?
What are you doing, silly?
Making sure no one's listening.
[low suspenseful music]
[Betty laughs]
Finally.
I thought you were
starting to get bored of me.
Never.
[Betty] Shawn!
Oh, don't stop.
[Carrie] Shawn!
Shawn!
Hey Shawn!
I think I heard Mrs. Wolff
call for you from the garage.
[Shawn] Okay, thanks, I'll be
right down.
[dramatic music]
Bill, how do you wanna handle
this?
Yeah, you take the
front of the house,
I'll take the back.
Don't mention anything.
About Joe Wolff, all right?
Until we have Shawn in custody.
Copy that.
You run into any problems...
you radio King, all right?
[pig oinking]
[rapid, intense music]
[pig snorting]
[Carrie moaning, gasping]
[coughing]
No!
[coughing]
[pigs snorting]
[Carrie breathing heavily]
[low tense music]
[Shawn] Shit, I forgot to take
the trash out.
That's what she's pissed about.
Shawn, I have work tonight.
I know, just...
don't move.
[Betty]
Hey, your shirt's on backwards.
[Shawn] Yeah I [indistinct].
-[soft music playing]
-[man indistinct, laughing]
It's my favorite
time of year
But I feel like
something's missing
Fire's on but
you're not here
Come visit
Yeah, I know
just what I want
Damn man!
I told him I had work.
[tense percussive music builds]
[dramatic music]
God help me.
-[eerie music]
-[door alerts]
[suspenseful music builds]
[distant creaking]
- But if Santa saw
- I got this.
Just what I did tonight
'Cause all year long
I pay the price
I was so good
Just a little bit.
[dissonant orchestra hit]
[Betty] Ooh!
[faucet squeaking]
[water splashing]
[pigs squealing]
[metal scraping]
[police radio] Copy.
Deputy King is en route.
[police radio chattering]
[pig snorting]
[flesh squishes]
[pigs continue snorting]
[thudding]
Shawn!
Sheriff, Sheriff,
Sheriff, Sheriff,
there's, there's, there's pigs.
[knocking]
Hello?
Hello, it's Deputy Romero.
Anybody here?
Shawn?
I'm sorry I didn't wait for you.
I told you I had work tonight.
Ouch.
What the hell?
[metal hitting floor]
[floorboards creaking]
Hello?
[crickets chirping]
Anybody upstairs?
[Romero] Anybody upstairs?
[metal scraping]
Shawn?
Bella?
'Cause if he saw the way you
ate my milk and cookies
I pray to God that
Santa Claus...
-[Shawn] They're pigs.
-Come here, come here.
[Shawn] No, my, my, Aunt Carrie
man, there's pigs.
Hello?
Oh God.
[suspenseful music]
Anybody upstairs?
[pigs snorting]
[heavy footsteps]
[suspenseful music]
[dissonant orchestra slide]
[suspenseful music]
[pig snorting]
[screaming]
[pig snorting]
[Betty gasping]
[orchestra slide]
[upbeat pop music]
[Betty screaming]
[Betty] Shawn!
Dispatch, I need backup
at the Wolff Farm
in the West Craven district.
[police radio] Deputy King
has been notified
and is en route to the Wolff
Farm.
Copy, thanks.
[lamp clicking]
Oh, interesting.
Okay.
What about this one?
Oh, shit.
[low, suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music]
[pig snorting]
Oh, shit!
[pig squeals]
[objects hitting floor]
[rapid, tense music]
[pig snorting]
[blood splattering]
Shut your fucking mouth, come on!
I'm an officer of the law.
You know that, now you
fucking hold still.
You don't understand.
Let me put these cuffs on.
They're killing her in there, man.
You're under arrest, Shawn,
for the murder of...
[pigs snorting]
[suspenseful music]
The fuck was that?
[pig squealing]
[Shawn] We need to get the
fuck out of here!
Now!
Shawn, oh my God!
What the fuck is going on?
Go inside and lock your door.
Go! Go!
-[pigs squealing]
-[stabbing, slashing]
[sniffling, gasping]
[gasping in pain]
[screaming]
[crying]
[low somber music]
[screaming]
[flesh squishing]
-[gasping]
-[scissors hitting floor]
[crying]
[screaming in pain]
[pig snorting]
[loud footsteps]
[Bella] Does anyone know if we
blew a fuse?
Hey guys?
Jordan?
Betty?
Hello?
[phone ringing]
Oh shit.
Jordan?
Bella.
Yeah, where are you?
I think we lost power.
Go back to your room.
And lock the door.
Why are you whispering?
There's something in the house.
Oh, what are you talking about?
Where are you?
[Jordan] I think there's
something in here with me.
[Bella] What, where are you?
Hello, Jordan?
Jordan?
There's something in here with
me.
Help me.
[Bella] Jordan?
Jordan?
[gasping]
-[pig squealing]
-[Jordan screaming]
Hello, Jordan?
- Shit
- [Shawn] Bella!
Fuck, Shawn!
What the fuck is going on?
Jordan called me just hysterical.
[doggie door flaps]
Did you hear that sound?
Doggie door?
[loud exhaling]
[muffled pig snort]
What's that?
Extreme fucking pigs.
Pigs?
Here, take this.
Lock yourself in your room, okay?
Don't come out until
I come get you.
If anyone comes in
there, that's not human
you fucking stab
them, you hear me?
Okay, I need you to hear you say
it so we understand.
I will.
-All right, go on.
-Okay. Okay.
[screaming hysterically]
[music intensifies]
Fuck!
[gunshot]
[music intensifies]
[pig snorts]
[tense music]
[door rattling]
[Bella crying]
[crying, gasping]
[gunshot]
[pig squealing]
No.
[crying]
[suspenseful music builds]
[door opening]
-[Bella] Shawn? Shawn?
-[metal thudding]
Oh, my God, Shawn!
[Shawn gasping]
Shawn!
Hey, Bella, you have to...
you have to go.
[Bella] I'm gonna get
us outta here.
Safe.
Shawn!
[dramatic music]
Take it.
[Bella gulping, crying]
Bella?
I'll be right back.
[gun cocks]
They got me good.
They got me good.
[painful exhale]
Oh shit.
[gunshot]
-[dramatic music]
-[stifled crying]
Jordan?
Jordan.
Betty.
What did I do?
[crying]
Betty.
What did I do?
[indistinct mumbling]
[Bella whimpering]
[pig snorting]
[eerie tense music]
[Bella breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music builds]
[pig snorting]
Where are you, you little
bastard?
[pig snorting]
[Bella gasping]
-No roast beef for you.
-[gun cocks]
-Bitch.
-[gunshot]
[music builds]
[tense, percussive music]
[floorboards creak]
-[Bella screams]
-[bones cracking]
[pig squealing]
-[Bella screaming]
-[hammer thudding]
[screaming]
And this little piggie...
went "wee wee wee..."
Straight to hell.
[gunshot]
[gasping]
[painful screaming]
[pig squealing]
[Bella screaming]
Fuck.
This piggie went straight to
the fucking market.
[gunshot]
[gun hitting floor]
[painful screaming]
[moaning]
[Bella moaning]
[Bella screaming]
[pigs grunting, snorting]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
-[police sirens wailing]
-[King] Listen, I don't care
where he is,
I need Deputy Holland
out here ASAP.
Copy?
[police radio] Copy.
Deputy Holland has been notified.
I'll initiate an APB to
the Wolff Farm.
Keep channel one open
for communications.
Okay, I'm gonna stay on
channel one.
Deputy King, we have no
response from Sherrif Karloff
or Deputy Romero.
Proceed with caution.
I repeat, proceed with caution.
[pigs squealing]
Backup units are en route.
[eerie, suspenseful music]
The hell?
Oh, for crying out loud.
[gunshot]
[rap music starts]
Yo, yo
Miles on
Dragons Lair on the mix
Church Hill Productions
Listen, new
changing genetics
Tested on the
bodies of rabbits
Go misanctioned experiments
That would make
Mengele jealous
Human animal hybrids
and lab-grown side dishes
Tests you Kentucky Fry
Sewn shut eyelids
The big bad wolf
is the eugenicist
Sick fuck fools playing God
Making mutants like
Cameron's "Abyss"
Pig fuck rules
They're gonna hit different
after this
Barnyard tools held in
hooves like a two-two-six
Emotional support
animals turned feral ham
And the only hope is
the Jewish kid
From that 90210 program
Smart money is on the mutants
with superhuman strength
Smart thing to do would be
to make a break before
It's too late
Bricks, Straw, Sticks. Kill!
Mass assassination
So present a mortadella
salami and bacon.
Man playing God,
creating abominations
And the Lord kill the
sinners in the
Blameless organization.
Bams to the sword
the game is there to win
Post stress disorder
Fed to the pigs
Laid on the
chopping block
Clip off your wings
like deep cuts of order
Fed to the pigs
Sliced up and diced up
Crowned like a king
Your guts on display
Fed to the pigs
Nowhere to run
When the dinner bell rings
Humans are the hunted now
Fed to the pigs
By far the hardest
organ harvest
Dissolve the farm hand
and leave him a carcass
Teenage wet dream turns
into a blood stream
Three killer pigs,
merk you like a dope fiend
Posse party, burning
like Benghazi
Melachi crunch, roast pork
with Sriracha
Four legs good,
two legs bad
Pigs running the game like the
woods up in Soledad
These 16 bars leave you
dancing with the stars
Like Sharna Burgess
on the parallel bars
Frankie Carbone, meat hook
butcher's special
My raps break bones
like 80s trash metal
Skin grafts
and Petri dishes
Horror from the
deepest reaches
Is this the end of days
Or the evolution of
meat eaters
Boar's head got you dead
screaming like a banshee
Jaws of the pigs, last
thing you'll ever see
Bams to the sword
the game's been rigged
Post stress disorder
Fed to the pigs
Laid on the chopping block
Clip off your wings
Like deep cuts of order
Fed to the pigs
Sliced up and diced up,
crowned like a king
Your guts on display
Fed to the pigs
Nowhere to run when
the dinner bell rings
Humans are the hunted now
Fed to the pigs
[soft music]
[man indistinct, laughing]
It's favorite time of year
But I feel like
something's missing
Fire's on but
you're not here
Come visit
Yeah, I know
just what I want
Do I have to
write a wish list
Home alone [indistinct]
Come visit
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause if he saw the way
you ate my milk and cookies
I pray to God that Santa
Claus, he wasn't looking
Come down the chimney
and it's a holiday
Baby, 'tis the season,
let me see the candy cane
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
[indistinct]
Gotta make it slow
Nowhere else to be
but underneath the mistletoe
And it's getting late,
coming over right now
'Cause all year long,
I sacrifice
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
'Cause all year long,
I pay the price
I was so good,
I was so nice
But if Santa saw just
what I did tonight
We'll be on the naughty list
[upbeat Latin music]