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- Ah. - There you go, my friend.

Another Piggy's Powwow coming up?

- You betcha.

- I might just have to take the weekend off.

Hey, if I pass a few of these out,

you'll let me in for free right?

- Yeah of course, Freddy.

- All right!

Thank you, my friend.

- You got it.

- Looking forward to it.

- I love this song.

- Boom.

Thank you.

- Here you go, guys.

Party of a lifetime.

Ladies always free.

Live music, free food.

It'll be the craziest fucking party

you've ever been to in your life.

I promise.

- Thank you.

- "Ladies always free," wow.

- Hey. - Yeah?

- Who is that guy?

- What guy?

- That guy, slicked back hair.

Sitting there checking us out at the bar.

- That guy?

That's this guy.

Piggy's Powwow, baby.

- Wait.

That is him? - Yeah.

You can't smell it from here?

- Oh you like your piggy?

She would never have anything to do with you.

- That motherfucker throws a good

party though, I'll give him that.

- What, you've been?

- Yeah, once.

Shit was wild.

Fucking drugs, booze, orgies, bike gangs.

Fucking plug your nose and watch your ass.

- What are you talking about?

- Guy has a giant ass pet pig.

He tried to take a bite out of my backside

when I was taking a piss.

Pretty much all I remember from that night.

Aside from the parties and shit I hear things

get a little strange down at the wallow.

You remember Francine Hickok from school?

- Everybody hates you.

Stinky piggy! - Yeah, butch dyke.

- Yeah, "fish fingers" Francine?

She had the fucking giant ass?

Anyway.

Her brother works down there and he's telling me

that ol' Willy over there brings these

Eastside hustlers up there to fuck.

The chicks come in.

And they don't come out.

- Oh shit.

- Yeah.

- Eastside women.

- Chicks come in.

And they don't come out.

- You really believe that?

- I mean there's always a little bit

of truth to rumors, right?

But I mean I think fucking Willy's

bad fucking news all right?

So stay away.

Pig man is bad.

Stay the fuck away.

Also that skag is cut light.

All right?

So take it easy tonight.

I don't need my best friend dying

of a hot shot on my watch.

- Bad for business.

- Nah.

Because if you die I'll have no one else to talk to.

- Okay, well I don't wanna do that to you.

- Oh!

- I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming.

- You smell of the farm.

A man that works the land huh?

- It's all my fault there.

Here.

Take this.

Get yourself a hot dog or something.

- Thank you.

May the Lord be with you.

Never again will you fear any harm.

Rejoice in hope!

Be patient in suffering!

Persevere in prayer, my son!

God bless.

- Hey baby, I'll let you fuck me in the ass.

- Fuck and suck!

It'll be fun!

- Hello, hot sausage. - Hello.

- Me so horny.

I love you long time.

My pussy so tight.

See it?

Hot money!

- Get in.

Here.

Careful.

- So stinky in here.

- Door.

What's your name?

- I know you pick me because I'm most beautiful right?

My name's Brenda, what's yours?

- You can call me Piggy.

- Piggy?

Piggy?

You know, where I come from people eat pig.

I don't.

They eat their intestines and their livers.

Their feet.

You know how to treat a lady-

- Try some of that.

- So good.

You have big one, small one?

- Might hurt a little.

- So good.

- Fucking I'll do the gardening.

You can do the everything else.

You'll have easy access to my stash.

Turn your fucking high beams off asshole!

- Somebody's hot to trot.

- Yeah.

You stick your dick in some Eastside trash

around here your dick falls off.

- Yeah, you'd know all about that, queer.

- Okay.

Bet your ass, cunt.

Oh wait.

Turn this shit up.

This is a good song.

Ooh!

Na na na na na!

Woo!

Yes!

Fats at the wheel!

- I feel so good now.

Like I'm floating above.

Watching myself.

Ah.

Can you believe I'm a mother?

Her name is Annie.

My baby little girl.

She's so beautiful.

I love her so so much.

Ah.

I still look good don't I?

- You betcha.

- Where are we going?

- You'll see.

- Looks like they're asleep.

- One can hope.

- Hope in one hand, shit in the other.

See which one fills up first.

- Gross.

I really don't need that fucking bitch

on my back tonight.

- You can always sleep at my place.

- Thanks.

I'll be okay.

- Call me tomorrow. - Okay.

Sure thing.

- Get the fuck out of my car.

- Yeah, will do.

- Adios!

- Bye.

- I feel funny.

What's in that shit?

- A little of this.

A little bit of that.

- Holy shit.

A lot of mixed stuff, good stuff.

My orgasms noisy and loud.

- I bet.

Let me help you with that.

There's a fucking animal!

- Balthazar!

Hey, you want a treat?

You want a treat there, Balthazar?

She's a good pig.

Yeah, she's one of the best pigs ever there, eh?

Check it out.

I bet you want a treat, huh girl?

Oh yeah, there you go.

Oh yes.

Oh yeah.

That's a good Balthazar.

She's a good pig.

- You're in love with a fucking pig?

- Yeah, like a mother love her daughter eh?

Oh yeah.

- I have a daughter.

- Yeah.

So you said.

- Her name is Annie.

Annie, my sweet.

- Yeah, I suppose you two got something in common there.

Only we had to butcher her kid

so the peeps could survive, you know?

It's the circle of life.

One thing has to die for the others to survive.

- Piggy.

I didn't know you're a deep thinker.

I could die for my daughter too.

So hey, you wanna fuck or not?

Let's do it, you pay me, I go get my Annie.

Come on.

- Come on.

Let's go, it's bedtime.

- Where are we going?

- Bedtime.

- You treat me nice?

- You didn't think we were just

gonna truck fuck now did you?

- I do.

But that pig don't come with us right?

- She likes to watch.

- No way!

No!

- Not much of a sense of humor huh?

Maybe watch, but that's that.

- Oh no!

No no no!

- No, you stay outside.

Stay outside.

- Jesus Christ.

- Where the hell have you been?

Quiet!

Father's asleep.

Do you know what time it is?

- It's late, I'm going to bed.

- Not so fast, missy!

- Leave me alone.

- Oh the little slut has her fuck me dress on.

Maybe your father should come see

his little girl dressed like a whore.

- Oh I'm the whore?

- Who were you out screwing this time?

- You're not my mother!

- Yeah, thank the Lord I am not.

I would've cut you from my womb

and leave you in the trash to rot.

- Fuck you.

- Yeah, run into your room why don't you.

Stinking embarrassment.

You should pray for your retched soul.

Shit.

- Thirsty.

I'm not feeling good.

I'm thirsty.

- I'll get something down your throat.

- You will?

Be gentle.

- I'm a gentleman.

- Let me see your eyes.

You have sweaty eyes.

- Sweaty eyes?

What does that mean?

- That means no money, no fucking.

Give me money first.

- Whoa, no no, you know how it works.

You get your money after.

Whoa, easy.

You get your money after, you know how business works.

- Be nice, Piggy. - I know.

Oh yeah.

- I'm not feeling well.

The pig is here!

- That's Balthazar. - No, I changed my mind!

I can't stand it!

I wanna go! - Stop struggling!

- Are you crazy?

I change my mind!

Please no, you're sick.

- You want your money? - No please, no please!

Here's your money!

Here's your money!

There you go.

There you go.

There's your money.

- Balthazar.

- Stick that little pinky inside my mudhole.

- Mama?

- My little piggy.

- Piggy's getting hard.

- Ah.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

Piggy.

Fill my butthole with your cream snot.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Yes!

Come on, piggy!

I want that cream.

I want that snot cream.

I want it.

- Open up or I'm gonna break it in!

Oh my god.

Oh my god, no!

No, no.

Call an ambulance!

I don't think she's breathing.

Call an ambulance now!

- 911.

- Yes, we need an ambulance.

- Wendy.

- Okay, thank you.

Karl, the ambulance is on the way, dear.

- Oh my god.

Oh dear God, don't take my girl.

Please don't take my girl, please.

No, no, no.

Oh god.

- Is she dead?

- No she's not dead.

I don't know, I don't know!

- Okay Balthazar, let's go.

Go over to the shed.

Go to the shed, Balthazar.

Over to the shed.

- That is farther than it looks.

Hey Balthazar, whoo.

Here we go.

Here we go, here we go.

- Balthazar.

Have some patience.

- You know Balthazar, there's more

than one way to get ahead in life.

There you go, Balthazar.

- Here's another piece of liver.

There's your liver and onions piece.

Ain't that the best Chinese food

you've ever had in your life huh?

- Goddammit you're doing it sloppy, boy!

- Waylon, come here!

- Willy.

It's about time you came home.

- Pa?

- Saved the gutting for you.

- Why Waylon, pa?

- You don't name your food, boy.

Cry over a dumb animal?

- He was my friend.

- You ain't got no friend!

Now you feel that pain?

Now that's life.

And she's a hurtful, nasty bitch.

That you better learn to tame.

Now go gut your friend.

- You always were a sorry sack of shit.

Willy!

Willy you in there?

Willy!

Is that you?

What are you doing in there, Willy?

Willy!

Willy why's the door locked?

I'm going to bed.

That boy ain't right.

- Baby girl.

We're gonna get through this.

I just know that your mother

and the good Lord are looking down.

Baby girl.

You're gonna be just fine.

By the grace of God,

we'll get through this together.

- Um, has she been tested for AIDS?

- Pardon me?

- Well she sleeps with a lot of men.

Black men.

- A full blood work is being done.

No diseases detected.

- Perhaps you should check again.

- Your daughter is gonna be okay.

- Daughter?

Stepdaughter.

Do I look this old?

- If you'll excuse me, I have rounds to do.

- Okay.

- Please don't be too long.

- You're the most important thing in the whole world to me.

- Karl, sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

The doctor said we should leave.

Let her get some rest.

- All right.

- Come on.

- Ooh yeah!

- Oh shit, Wendy!

Hey.

Hey, you're all right.

- Where am I?

- You're in the hospital.

- Shit.

Pigs were eating my head.

- What are you talking about?

What pigs?

- That pig farmer, he put my body in a wood chipper

and then he threw my head to his-

- Whoa, what kind of candy they got you on here, girl?

Damn.

Jesus.

- What happened?

Why am I here?

- The smack.

I told you to take it easy didn't I?

- Shit.

I remember.

- Yeah.

- How long have I been here?

- Since last night.

Your dad saved you.

- She just put me over the fucking edge, you know?

- Who?

- Who do you think?

- The Wicked Witch of the eastern block?

- Yeah.

- Fuck.

- Ah.

Dad, is he here?

- He's in the next room talking to the doctors.

I think they're saying they're gonna let you out today.

- I really dread having to talk to him about this.

- All you gotta do is roll your tongue

back into your throat, fulfill your death wish,

and avoid that conversation.

That's two for one.

- My tongue's not long enough.

- Yeah, I know.

- Seriously though, he's gonna be so ashamed of me.

- No.

No no no, look, he is just happy

that you're alive, all right?

We all are.

Except maybe not the witch.

- She probably had my eulogy all written up.

She here?

- Hell no.

She told me you were here

when I called your house this morning.

- Okay, good.

Seeing her would be worse than that pig dream.

- Why the hell are you dreaming about that freak for?

- I don't know, there's just like something about him.

I just feel this connection to him.

- You remember Zach Jacobson?

- Yeah, why are you bringing up Zach Jacobson?

- It's just another example of your awful taste in men.

Remember how he would beat you in the face

until you were black and blue and you'd be like

I love you even though you're beating me in the face?

He would drag you out of bed in the middle of the night

and beat you with his cocksucking belt.

- Yeah, well I was helping him.

I was helping take away his pain.

- Oh my god, listen, you need to lose this Christ complex.

All this love shit, all right?

For once, just once. listen to the wise voice

that comes out of my beautiful luscious red lips.

And wise the fuck up.

- Oh this sweet little condescending voice

that's like gently whispering in my ear?

- Okay.

Since you put it that way.

Take one of these

and put it in your pie hole

and heed my wisdom, bitch.

- Faggot.

- Good one.

Want another one?

- All right.

- Yeah!

- What time is it?

- Half past the monkey's ass.

Quarter to his balls.

- Lift up his rear leg.

See Niagara Falls.

- Hello boys! - Hello, Ms. Brooks.

- Please call me Adrienne.

Especially after you see how I got them

to cover those back property taxes.

- Fantastic.

- How sweet, what's this?

- Oh, well you're the first recipient

of Pickman's new "Hog Heaven" gift basket.

- Your daddy would be so proud of you fellas.

- He would've skinned us alive

if he knew we were selling his land.

- Ain't that the God's honest truth.

- Well it's your land now to do with it as you please.

And the development going up there is the future.

- And it's all thanks to you

for making it happen, Ms. Brooks.

And don't you think we ain't gonna forget it none either.

Ain't that right, Willy?

- Oh I just crossed the T's and dotted the I's.

It's heavy.

First things first.

Now, have a peek.

And I'll need both of your signatures.

Like I said, in addition to meeting your asking price

they will also pick up all the back taxes.

- Marvelous.

Don't you think Willy?

- Yeah.

And they agreed that the two million

is only for the south parcels, right?

- Of course.

- Okay.

- Sounds mighty good to me.

Yep.

- Yep.

Okay then.

They'll make the check out

to the Piggy Powwow Great Times Society eh?

- Yes.

- Okay then.

- Speaking of the Piggy Powwow Great Times Society,

great name by the way, I'm afraid the city

has served you with a cease and desist order.

Denied your permit request on any and all future gatherings.

- A gathering?

- Parties.

- No!

- Willy! - No!

- Willy! - No!

- No!

- Pardoning my brother, Ms. Brooks.

- It appears there have been numerous

complaints from neighbors regarding

the noise, possible drug use, and-

- What neighbors?

What neighbors?

Oh.

Mary and Fred.

- It doesn't say.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna, I'll tell you-

- All a misunderstanding.

I'm sure we can work things out

with the city council can't we, Ms. Brooks?

- Possibly.

But I suggest you hold off on any parties for now.

- I can't.

- Ah, we can!

- I can't.

- We can!

- I can't.

- We can do that!

Can't we, Willy?

- Can't.

- Can't we, Willy?

- I can't.

Uh-uh, no way. - Right Willy?

Ah!

Ha, good!

All settled then.

- Very good.

So what do you think of my proposal

of splitting up the west end acreage?

- Well about that, Ms. Brooks.

Had a look and a chance to cogitate on it a little bit.

Well we feel it's best to sell it all as one parcel.

Hallowed ground if you will.

Part of the Pickman legacy.

- I truly understand.

- It's all gonna work out just in our favor, Willy.

Make no mistake.

- Oh it's gonna be okay.

Very good.

I'll take that into consideration.

Even though I feel differently about it.

- Anything else we can do for you?

- No, you just have a good day.

- You enjoy your meat then.

- I will, thank you so much.

- Enjoy your swine.

Good day.

Willy!

- We could use this experience as a wake up call

to move forward in a more positive light.

- Do you want me to go back into rehab?

- Will it help?

- I don't know.

- Well I wish your mother was here.

She'd know exactly what to do.

- Yeah she would.

- You best scrap that stage.

- Nope.

- What do you mean no?

You heard the lawyer.

- I don't care what that prissy bitch said.

We're having a party.

- No, no, what are you talking about, Willy?

I mean you want the cops to come over?

They'll shut the whole farm down.

The whole kit and caboodle.

- Look, this is my place too.

You can't tell me what I can and can't do.

You ain't pa.

- Well you're mighty lucky for that 'cause he'd

put an end to this piggy palace powwow crap toot sweet!

He'd have you running and hiding

in that hollowed pig carcass, you remember that?

When I had to come get you

and pull you out of that gutted swine?

- You know what, you're just jealous huh?

You're jealous of all that I'd done

and all the respect that it brought, huh?

I'm a big shot now.

I'm a big swinging dick and you ain't.

- You're a big baby's what you are.

And you're crazy just like ma.

- You see, right there.

You were always jealous of what ma and I had.

And now you're jealous of the piggy powwow.

You're weak!

- I wouldn't be proud of what you and ma had.

Her slobbering all over your trailer hitch.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself for something like that!

I ain't jealous neither!

- Ugh!

Weakling!

Look what you've gone done to your daddy's truck.

- Boy he's hurt real bad, ma.

- You runned him down!

What did you expect?

- It were an accident.

- It ain't no matter now how or why!

You have to finish him off

or the law is gonna take you away!

- I can't, ma.

- That's how it's done!

You see how it's done?

Do you fucking see?

- Stop it! - See?

- See? - No!

- See how it's fucking done? - Please don't mom!

She's always listening to us!

Why can't you just leave us alone?

Why don't you just leave us alone?

Huh?

- What are you talking about?

She?

Who's she?

- Yeah.

Ma, you idiot!

- You're gonna be done with this by Friday eh?

- Think so.

- You think?

No.

You're gonna.

Just like the little green man says.

No thinking, only do.

See?

Respect.

- That ain't respect, Willy.

He's only doing it 'cause you're paying him, that's why!

Just like folks only come to your party for your drugs!

They're just using you, Willy!

Just like they used ma!

That ain't respect!

- Where are my smokes?

- You left them in the lawyer's office!

- All right, Pat's here.

I gotta go talk to him about the fixings for the par...

"The gathering."

Is that okay with you, Davey?

- Oh there you go just running off!

Sooner or later you're gonna have to own up

to them feelings and how ma messed you up!

She done broke you like me, brother!

It's her fault!

Bill!

Bill!

Stop working!

Now!

You can go home!

Just head on home, and I've had about enough of this.

And you, you'll be bacon before you know it!

Willy!

Go home.

- You promised me a ring for my hand.

- Ah! Suck it.

Almost there.

Ah! Suck it.

You're an angel.

- What the fuck, Gook?

- Willy.

Good to see you, sir.

- Yeah.

- Thought it was a little breezy in here.

- Who the hell is that?

- This is Angel.

Angel, meet Willy Pickman.

Willy, this is Angel.

- Nice to meet you. - Actually it's Faith.

- Angel's better.

Sexier, huh Willy?

- It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pickman.

Pat had told me about your amazing parties.

You are the best host with the most.

Nobody puts them on like the pig man.

- Ain't she cute?

- Yeah, it's nice to meet you.

Can I have a word, Pat?

- Sure.

Sweetheart, give us a moment.

- Okay.

Don't forget to ask him.

- I promised didn't I?

- What the fuck, Gook?

- Don't call me that in front of people, okay?

- Sorry.

- I told her you'd get her high

in exchange for a little action.

- Where the hell is she from?

- Pulled her off at Hastings.

She'll show you a good time, she loves to get down.

Even let you put it in her pooper.

- What about the pigs?

- Oh, I'm almost done wrapping.

I just gotta swing by the rendering plant.

You give me a hand, take it into my car.

I'll be on my way.

- Fine, fine.

- Yeah.

You need me to come back or you able to take her?

- Yeah, I can take her.

- There you go, boy!

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

All set.

All set.

- Thank you, Mr. Pickman!

- Ain't she sweet?

- Yeah.

- Where's the bathroom?

- Show her.

- Yeah, right this way, hon.

Follow me.

Go right down these steps.

We just fixed it last week.

Go right over there to that trailer.

The door's open.

Oh.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Okey dokey.

- I'll see ya.

- Look at that.

- What's up with that, Balthazar?

You like that?

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

Bounce on my pud any day.

- Oh Willy.

She sucks the chrome off a trailer hitch,

I tell you what, son.

- Yeah, I heard that before.

Aw Gook.

You got your spunk all over the meat.

- I heard that before!

Hey!

You should wear this at the party.

I gutted it all out for you.

Kids like this stuff.

Sell a lot of pork.

Willy I'm sorry.

You had to see my junk.

The first time I encountered a hog.

Sucker almost chewed it all off.

I butchered him, sold him for 120 bucks.

I never looked back.

- You gotta keep your hog in the barn.

- I've heard that before.

I'm gonna try.

Good stuff.

- The hell?

What the fuck?

Fucking pervert.

Hello?

Willy, are you out there?

Is the pig man out there?

What the fuck?

Hello?

Shit.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Oh goddangit.

Ew, ugh.

- Andrea?

Tiffany?

Who the fuck are these girls?

Willy?

Hello?

Kinky.

What the...

He is fucking kinky.

Oh my god.

Hello?

Willy?

Hello?

Hello?

Willy?

Is that a pig?

Willy is that you?

I love animals.

Don't be shy.

Hello?

Willy?

Hello?

Hello?

Seriously, hello!

Hello?

Are you in there?

Are you in there?

Hello?

Stop it!

Stop it!

- What do you want?

- Jeez.

- The hell you doing, boy?

Get off the ground.

- You scared the hell out of me.

- Yeah?

- I saw some girl walk in here earlier.

I didn't know if you knew.

I thought you was in the shed.

- Nope.

And?

- I just don't want someone ripping you off is all.

- Yeah, well she's with Pat.

They're leaving now.

- Oh.

All right.

Sorry

to bother you.

Fuck me.

- I'm sorry I only used 10 cc's.

Angel, I should've used 12.

- Mmm.

Please come in.

- Mrs. Wall?

- Yeah. - I'm Detective Schneer.

This is Detective Oppal.

We're responding to a missing person's report you filed.

- Oh yes.

Please.

Sit down.

Come, sit.

Do you want anything to drink?

- No thank you, ma'am.

- How about...

- I'm fine, thank you.

- You reported your daughter Brenda Wall as missing?

- Yes.

- You have a baby?

- That's Annie.

Brenda's little girl.

She was supposed to pick her up two days ago.

And normally she's never late,

so I decided to call the police.

They let me do it over the phone.

- Over the phone?

- Yeah, the officer let me do the report

over the phone 'cause of my busted foot.

- Oh, of course.

- Hard to get around.

- How'd you do that?

- Slipped in a puddle of coffee at the market.

The lawyer says I have a good case.

Solid.

- Good for you.

- You know, I know something's happened to Brenda.

'Cause she would always call

if she was gonna be late to pick up Annie.

The only thing that makes her smile is that child.

- In the past Brenda has been convicted of solicitation.

- Yeah.

She's had drug problems, sold her body to get it.

But she's got a good heart.

She's got a good heart.

And her past shouldn't stop you from finding her.

- No, I didn't mean to infer that her

arrest record would hinder our efforts.

We just want as much information as possible.

- Do you know where to start our search?

- Yeah, she's walking the streets at night, you know?

Trying to save up enough money to get a new place.

Starting over.

Drug free.

- Good for her, ma'am.

- Be a good mother.

- Do you know where she usually worked?

- Eastside.

Hastings.

Over by that old bridge.

You know where that is?

- Yeah, we know of it.

- Yeah, not a very nice area from what I'm told.

And even when I was young, ugh,

the stories I heard.

- It's only getting worse.

- Do you happen to have a recent photo of Brenda?

- Of course.

Let me go find it.

- Let me help you there, ma'am.

Come on.

There we go.

Okay?

- You have nice, kind eyes.

I know you'll find my daughter.

- What'd she say?

- She said that she knows we'll find her daughter, Jack.

- In a perfect world.

- We'll go down to Main and Hastings,

talk to the usual suspects, we'll hear something.

- Yeah, we can do that.

- We'll find her, Jack.

- Found it.

Will that do?

- Yeah, this will be fine thanks.

- Yeah, she works down in here.

I've seen her around before.

- When was the last time?

- What's it worth?

- How about we just don't run your ass in tonight, Fern.

- Go for it, I'll be out in an hour.

- Look!

- Hey fuck you, pig!

- Easy.

30 women have gone missing from Eastside, you understand?

- What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

- We're gonna find her.

But we need your help, we need all of your help down here.

Come on Fern, help us out.

- Last I saw her she was getting

into Piggy's big white truck.

- Piggy?

- Yeah, I don't know his name.

Seemed real weird fella.

He has a pig farm, throws raves.

- Raves?

- Yeah, they're private parties.

- Throws them every month from what I hear.

A lot of low lives there.

Gangs, drugs, bikers, sex, rock and roll.

Fucking partying on a pig farm?

Can you imagine?

- No I can't.

- Thanks. - Sure.

- Fern, you hear anything you let me know, huh?

Be careful.

- Always.

Now will you guys clear out

so we can all earn some money here?

- Let's have a chat with the pig farmer.

- Suck the chrome off of this

you junkie whore cum chugger!

- Here you go.

- No thanks.

- Well you need to eat something.

The doctor said you need to keep up your strength.

Bless us oh Lord for these thy gifts

we are about to receive from thy bounty.

Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- Are you not feeling well?

- I just don't feel like meat, that's all.

- Have some carrots.

- No.

- It's delicious.

- Can I be excused?

- Perhaps she'd rather be doing drugs.

- Shut up!

- Marilyn.

- I'm sorry.

That was rude of me.

- I'm a very patient man.

But I can't handle all this tension,

this bickering back and forth.

I had hoped by not badgering you about your mishap

it would be easier for you to open up to me.

For us to get along.

- When I was her age I lived by myself.

I worked two jobs.

I didn't have time to think about drugs.

But no, not this one.

She drops out of university, quits her fries and gravy jobs,

and lays around the house like daddy's little princess.

And spreading her legs for every mongrel dog

that comes sniffing around.

- Go to hell!

- Wendy.

Language.

- Sorry.

- Sit down, please.

Do we need to get you back in therapy?

'Cause I spoke to your therapist.

She said it might be a good idea.

- Put her back into rehab.

They'll make sure she takes those antidepressants.

- Fuck you.

- Oh come on, please!

- What do you know?

- At least the medication keeps her mood swings in control.

I mean look at her, clearly she must not be taking them.

- Wendy is that true?

- Dad they turned me into a fucking zombie.

- Better than feeling distraught.

Every waking moment for your dead mother.

- Marilyn stop it!

Wendy!

- Why are you taking her side again, dad?

- You blame me for her death?

I always did my best by her!

- Your best by her?

Your best by her was going off and fucking that bitch

while she was lying in her hospital bed dying!

I hope you're both fucking happy now!

- Get out!

- Ungrateful little bitch.

- Shut the fuck up, Marilyn!

- If that was my daughter-

- Shut the fuck up! - I would lock her up!

- Hey, is anyone sitting here?

- There is now.

Would you like a drink?

- Whiskey.

- Coming right up.

Freddy!

Hey, could I get double whiskey?

- Coming up!

- Thanks boss.

Um, I'm Willy Pickman.

- Wendy Eastman.

- It's nice to meet you, Wendy Eastman.

- Actually I saw you at the bar the other night.

- I remember.

- Oh you do?

- Yeah.

You were with that

little pipsqueak squirt.

- Fats, yeah, he's my best friend.

- Fats.

He doesn't look too fat.

- He was like 300 pounds in high school.

- Really?

Wow!

- Anything else?

- Wendy?

- No thanks.

- Okay.

- Freddy the toilet's clogged up again.

- Son of a bitch.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Whoa.

What happened to your cheek?

- Is it bad?

- No no, no, no it's uh,

it's just a little red.

- Me and my dad had it out.

- He hit you?

- Just a slap.

- Yeah, I had a shit dad myself.

- It's not like that.

It's just, I said some things I probably shouldn't have.

- That's no excuse.

You don't go hitting.

- Sometimes words are just as hurtful I guess.

- Yeah?

That's still no excuse to go hitting a girl.

- So are you expecting a lot of people at your party?

- The gathering, yeah.

It's gonna be the biggest one yet.

- Gathering?

- Yeah.

Well I mean it sounds better than a party, right?

- I guess so.

It's tomorrow, right?

- This time tomorrow night is gonna be a whole new world.

- Huh.

You must have a lot of people helping you out.

- Oh no, no, it's just my brother and the Gook and me.

- Gook?

- Yeah, Pat.

He's from Vietnam or somewhere like that, you know?

It's a nickname.

He's not offended by it or nothing, you know?

- I don't think I've ever heard that word before.

- Oh, well I guess it could be considered a slur.

To the slant-eyed, the Asian folks.

- You know, I don't think I've ever

met anyone quite like you before, Willy.

- Well.

Thanks, I guess.

- It's a compliment.

So, why do you throw parties for strangers?

- 'Cause isn't fun the best thing to have?

I mean I wanna give the world fun.

Bring some joy into this world, you know?

That's really the only reason I do it.

- You must meet a ton of interesting people.

Make a lot of new friends doing it.

- Friends?

Eh, I dunno.

I could count the number of friends I have on one hand.

But when I make a friend, I keep them.

- I'm the same.

I found out who my real friends were when things got tough.

- Tough?

For a pretty girl like you?

No.

- I wish that were true.

- It's the God's honest truth.

- You're sweet.

After my mom died I just found it really difficult

to see the good in things anymore.

- Yeah.

I was real close to my ma too.

I think she made me who I am today, you know?

I am who I am 'cause of her, you know?

- I guess we sort of take the ones

we love the most for granted.

You know, you're really easy to talk to.

I don't think I've ever opened up

to anyone like this before.

- That's,

I think that's the nicest thing,

no, I know that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

- I feel like I've known you my entire life.

Cheers.

- Yes.

Cheers.

Want another?

- Oh yeah.

- All right.

Freddy, can we get another double

Wild Turkey and a root beer please?

- Got it!

Coming right up!

- Root beer?

Do you not drink?

- No.

Never really had a taste for it.

- What?

I thought that was Jager or something.

- No, I like to keep a clear head.

- Not me.

Clear head only makes me see how lousy things are.

- Not anymore.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

- Tabernac.

This is my song.

- Yeah, well if you come to the gathering

tomorrow night you'll hear it live.

- Wait.

You got Gerard McMahon playing at your party tomorrow?

- 'Cause of you.

- Shut up.

Wait, shut up.

Wait, what?

- Yeah.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

I mean I heard you say the other night

that that was your favorite song.

- Wait.

You got Gerard McMahon to play at your party

because of me and we hadn't even met?

- When I first saw you,

I felt something

really special.

You know?

Like, uh,

something, like a really special-

- Connection?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- Cheers?

- Cheers.

- We'll have a glass clink and go home tonight huh?

- You're sure this is the place huh?

- Piggy's Powwow.

- Guess so.

- Private property, you're trespassing!

Oh, okay.

Sorry about that, fellas.

We've been having some trespassers walking around.

Kids probably.

- Probably. - Yeah.

What can I do you for?

- Well you could put that crowbar down.

- Oh, I was just pulling some nails out of the fence back.

- You Roderick Wilhelm Pickman?

- Willy?

No I'm David, his brother.

- Is he here?

- Nah, I don't see his truck anywheres about.

- It's a white Dodge pickup right?

- Yeah, it's a white Dodge pickup.

Did he hit something?

He's always running into something.

- No, a vehicle fitting his truck's description

was seen picking up a missing woman.

- Well there's a lot of white Dodges

running around these parts.

- Well we just want to ask him a few questions.

This is all just preliminary.

We're not gonna accuse him of anything.

We just wanna see if he was down

on the Eastside the last couple nights.

- The Eastside?

Willy?

No, not the Eastside.

- You sure of that?

- Yeah, not the Eastside.

- Well when do you expect your brother to get home?

- I'm his brother, but I ain't his keeper.

- But the two of you live here correct?

- Yeah of course.

He lives over in the trailer

over there and I'm in the house.

- Well maybe we could take a look.

Maybe he's home after all.

- I would mind.

Matter of fact, I might just need to call my lawyer.

- Why would you need to do that?

- On account I don't wanna see my brother

railroaded for something he ain't done.

Look fellas, it ain't you.

It's just the city's coming hard on our back

ever since we started selling property.

- You must have made a pretty penny huh?

- We done all right, yeah, yeah.

- That smell.

I mean that's something isn't it?

- Around it enough you get used to it.

I don't even notice it anymore.

- I sure do.

- What about these Piggy Powwow raves?

- Oh, well those are big celebrations Willy puts on.

I help too, it's for the less fortunate.

We like to spread to wealth.

- To prostitutes?

- Prostitute?

- Yeah, we heard that the prostitutes

come to these parties and they trade sex for drugs.

- Drugs?

There ain't no drugs here.

- You sure of that?

- No drugs at all.

- Well we got tests that can verify that, you know.

- I don't give a hoot what your tests can verify.

There ain't any drugs here.

You know, this is bull.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.

Coming out here asking God-fearing families.

You wanna talk to us you could

set something up with our lawyer.

- Okay, if you say so.

- Yeah. - Have your brother

or his attorney give us a call.

- Mr. Pickman we'd like to settle this tomorrow.

- Yeah.

I bet you would.

Don't hit any livestock on the way out, constables.

- Constables? - Interesting fella.

- To say the least.

- No, no!

No, no!

- Help her, Lucifer, help her.

- Elizabeth Selwyn.

On this third day of March,

in the year of our Lord, 1692-

- Hello?

- Oh, hello Adrienne.

Sorry for calling you at home.

- That's all right.

Who's this?

- This is David Pickman.

- Oh yes, David.

What can I do for you?

- Well sadly it seems that the cops came over here.

They was looking for Willy.

- Regarding?

- Seems that his truck matches the description

of a truck that was seen with some

missing girl or something, I don't know.

- Where's Willy?

- Well he's not here.

I don't know where he is.

- The air really hits me.

- Yeah, well the Wild Turkey really hits you too eh?

- Gobble gobble.

- I think you've had a little too much-

- Oh my god, I gotta get to my car!

- You got it?

- Okay, got it.

I'll call him.

I'll call you as soon as I speak to Detective Schneer.

- Well that's great.

I feel better already, Ms. Adrienne.

That gives me some good comfort.

- Oh David, that's why I gave you my number.

You have a good night, David.

- What was that about?

- Looks like the pig farmer stepped in some shit.

- What, these guys?

- Yeah.

I can't believe you're eating that.

- It's good.

- I don't have no home.

- Well how about I give you a ride to my home.

Okay.

Lift up.

Phew!

- Now don't you go taking advantage of my, um-

- Intoxication?

Yeah.

Careful.

Door's coming closed.

Careful.

Ay!

Wow.

You are a piece of work.

- Your drugs!

They're just using you, Willy!

Just like they used ma!

That ain't respect!

- You must rescue her from her dying body!

You are her only salvation.

She's stuck in a deep well of sin.

And of of its consequences of a burning hellfire.

- Salvation.

Let's rescue this whore from her dying body.

Salvation.

- Because of the cross, sin is defeated.

Satan's greatest threat to any of us is a permanent

separation from God because of our own sin.

Satan said-

- What the hell?

Willy?

- I had hoped you'd be different.

- What are you talking about?

This isn't funny okay?

- Right here!

Marks of the devil!

You're just a fucking whore.

Like all the others.

- Willy, what are you talking about?

- I'm so stupid, I can't believe I was so stupid!

Fucking whore, I'm so stupid stupid!

I'm so stupid!

You don't wanna hang out with me.

You don't wanna be with me.

You just wanna get high.

You just want my drugs.

Yeah, be nice to piggy piggy

and he'll show you a good time, huh?

That's what it was!

- No.

I was nice to you because I like you.

We have a connection remember?

- Yeah.

Connection.

- She is lying to you!

- Mama?

Is that you?

Is that you?

- I wanna help you.

- Just look at the devil between my legs!

You see it, boy?

- I see it, mama.

- It fooled you didn't it?

- Yeah.

- Hang your head in shame.

- Oh sorry mama, I thought she was

just like you but she's not.

She's different.

- Willy.

Please.

You're scaring me.

- Oh no.

- Nobody's like your mama.

- Don't be such a slobbering welp, you pussy!

Satan sets the trap and hopes you'll fall into it.

But Jesus gave his life for the sake of the sinners.

And the ultimate power of sin

was defeated once and for all.

Make her accept God's gift.

And she can experience God's glory

as though she had never sinned at all.

- Ah.

Yes.

Remove the offense

and then she can live

like she never sinned at all.

- That's it, son.

That's exactly it.

Now do it.

Do it.

The big five-O!

That's right.

- No!

Willy!

It's murder!

It's sin!

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

- Give us this day our daily bread.

And we forgive our trespasses.

And those who trespass against us.

For thine is the kingdom and the power

and the glory forever.

- Amen.

- I can fix this.

I have a way to purge our souls

so that we can be clean,

and bask together in His light.

Jesus wept.

Together.

- Willy!

Come out here!

Willy! - Help!

- Oh!

You lying Judas whore!

Dave!

- Come out here Willy!

You in there?

Who are you talking to right now?

- Willy!

Willy!

What the hell's going on in there huh?

- Just watching the tube.

- Watching the tube?

I heard a scream.

- Yeah, I was flipping the channels.

Might've been a monster flick or something.

- Monster flick?

- What?

What do you want?

- Willy, the police came over here last night.

- Hey Hickok you're gonna have that done by tonight eh?

- Yeah, sure thing.

- Okay.

- Willy you hear me?

Huh?

- Yeah, I heard you.

- Yeah, well they wanna ask you some questions downtown.

- About?

- About a missing girl that was

last seen getting into your truck.

- Well it weren't me.

- Well I didn't figure it was.

But all the same, Adrienne wants

to meet us downtown at 10 a.m.

- What for?

- What for?

So you don't say something stupid.

Like you usually do and get your ass thrown

in the pokey where they throw away the key.

- But we gotta get ready for the Piggy Powwow tonight.

- Look, I've talked to Pat, he knows

everything he's supposed to do.

He's in charge.

Now it's okay, let's get a move on!

Pronto!

- Fine.

Hey Hickok!

You keep working on that.

Make sure you don't mess those up!

- This one here's already broke.

- Well then you better fix it.

No fucking excuses.

- Bill!

Make sure to water the pigs and feed them too!

- Yeah. - Do that first!

- All right.

- Feed those pigs!

And water them too!

- You got it.

- You hear me?

- I'm on it!

- Pronto!

- Meat been sitting in here in the sun all this time huh?

- I didn't put it there. - Oh yeah, who did huh?

- Maybe Pat.

- It's not too late to apologize.

Last chance to say I'm sorry.

All right, if that's how you wanna play it.

I'm gonna take you for everything you've got.

- I pray to God you haven't already.

- You'd throw me away

for that precious daughter of yours!

You'll be sorry, so sorry!

Driving me away for that bitch ass daughter of yours!

You're gonna be so sorry!

- Better be fucking good.

Hello?

Hello, yeah.

- Franklin.

It's Karl Eastman.

- Hello Mr. Eastman, sir.

- Is Wendy there?

- Nah, I haven't seen her since the hospital.

- We had a fight, she hasn't come home.

I'm worried about her.

- Hasn't come home?

I might know where she is, sir.

If you want me to go down there and look

I can try to find her and bring her back.

- I would greatly appreciate that.

Let her know that Marilyn is gone.

Gone for good.

- Will do, Mr. E.

And congratulations on getting rid of that witch.

I'll let you know as soon as I know

anything at all, all right?

- Thank you, son.

Oh dear God, bring her home safe.

- Hey mom, I need 20 bucks!

- I only got 15!

- Oh shit, I got five!

That works!

Thank you!

- Have you seen this woman?

- Nope.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

- Take a closer look.

- Yeah I'm sure.

- Her name's Brenda.

But you knew that didn't you?

- No.

- Well she was last seen getting

into your truck at Hastings-

- By whom?

- A reliable witness.

- On the Eastside?

- I've never seen this girl.

- Maybe she was at one of your raves?

- Don't answer that.

- But you do cruise the Eastside, correct?

- Well yeah, I mean I've been down there a couple times.

Go to a bar.

- Well then

have you seen any of these women?

- Nope. - Take your time.

- No.

No.

I've never seen any one of those.

No, I can't say that I've seen any of those women.

- What the heck?

Are you trying to pin these on him?

- David, be quiet please.

- I'm just asking what the hell's going on here.

You're making him out to be some multi-murderer.

- We didn't say they were dead.

- What are you saying?

- All we know is that these women are just missing.

- David, perhaps you could enlighten us

as to their whereabouts?

- What did you say?

We're done.

- Okay detectives, I believe my client

has answered your questions.

And we will be going now.

- Damn straight we will.

Come on, Willy boy.

To put up with this.

- Would Roderick be available for a lineup?

- Call me Willy.

- Willy, would you do a lineup?

- What's that?

- It's hogwash is what it is.

Bull hockey!

We're done!

- He will be happy to cooperate at a later date

if necessary.

I feel you have blindsided us today.

Very unprofessional.

- Good day, counsel.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- Hey Willy.

Talk to you real soon.

- You have any luck on sorting out

the zoning issues with the city?

- Excuse me?

- Well tonight's the big Piggy Powwow right?

- Willy, I think now is not the time.

- When is the time?

- This is a very serious matter, boys.

- No shit, they think he's friggin' Ed Gein!

Look, I didn't mean to bark at you, Adrienne.

I'm sorry.

- Who?

- Don't speak with anyone regarding this matter.

I will discuss it with another attorney

and we will figure the best way to move forward.

- Sounds good.

Thanks for all your help.

Come on, Ed.

- Thanks.

What about the Piggy Powwow?

- Willy!

No party!

- Come on!

Reach!

Help!

Help!

- Not again.

You hear that?

- Help!

Help!

In here! - Shit, come here!

- What the hell man?

- You wanna get in trouble?

- Me?

- You want the RCMP to haul you away?

- What?

- Why are you leaving?

Don't leave!

- Did you see what-

- This ain't none of our business.

You know Willy's a weird dude.

He brings hookers in there

all the damn time to play sex games.

She'll get you arrested, you go messing with that.

Deny she's a lady of the evening

and say you kidnapped her.

Just so she don't get busted.

- But she...

- You take this.

I'll take care of her.

- "Take care of her"?

What the hell does that mean?

"Take care of her"?

You're gonna take care of her?

What the fuck?

- Get her out of there of course.

I know how these women think.

I've dealt with them.

Hey.

Looks like one of the vans is here.

Why don't you help them get set up.

- You guys actually got Loud Sugar?

- We don't fuck around, buddy.

We've got the Lost Boys dude too.

- Corey Haim?

- No, the...

Never mind.

Make it 200 for all your hard work.

- All right.

All right.

- Boy he sure messed this here door up.

Stupid hick.

That's the ticket.

- Help!

Throat cancer.

Not fun.

I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

What's going on here?

- You're the Gook?

- Willy tell you that?

- He did, he said it's his nickname for you.

You're his best friend.

- I'm not even Vietnamese.

Not that that matters to him.

Did he really say best friend?

- Yes.

- That's nice.

Willy's a queer old duck ain't he?

- Hey, please untie these.

- Ah.

Right there the whole time.

Not that you could've done anything with it.

But that's life.

The things you want the most are always just out of reach.

Right now it seems though-

- Please, I just wanna go home.

- You be friendly,

I'll be friendly.

Fair?

- That's fair.

My arms hurt.

- Pretty good ain't they?

Work every other time damn time.

Oh there we go.

Sorry.

That better?

- Thank you.

- My pleasure.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me. - No!

- Kiss me.

I didn't mean to do that.

I didn't mean to do that.

I'm sorry.

What in the hell.

Fingerprints.

Took my advice.

Sorry, lady.

- Thank you very much. - Aw shit.

- What the fuck?

Who's collecting the money?

- Jesus, she said to call it off, Willy!

- You know what, all right.

Here's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna get out.

You're gonna collect all the money.

And make sure the bartender

has got drinks all set up okay?

- Yeah, fine, but this is crazy stupid, Willy.

I'm not kidding.

We gotta talk about them missing girls, Willy.

- Willy!

Willy!

- Where in the Sam hill have you been?

- We had to go downtown.

- We gotta get the barbecue going.

- What the hell?

What is this?

Pat what the-

- Wear this.

I'll heat up the meat, you serve it.

- Okay. - We got a wee little problem.

- What? - Don't go in your closet.

I'll meet you at the barbecue.

- All right.

- Come on Bill, what are you doing?

Let's go!

That's enough grab ass out of you.

Where's Willy?

- Hey.

- What?

- Your lip.

- Don't mind that.

I gotta get the meat ready.

- Hey, have you seen her?

She here?

So she's here?

- Yeah.

She's helping out in the smoke shed with the meat.

- With the meat?

- Right this way.

- What meat?

Wendy!

Hey Wendy!

- Helping us with the barbecue.

- Wendy!

Wendy!

- How y'all feeling tonight?

- She's in the back.

- What is all this shit, man?

- Wendy.

- Hey!

Hey!

- What the- - Stop her!

Stop her.

- Miss!

Miss hold on, hold on! - Hey, hey!

- Miss, are you all right?

Pat!

What's going on?

What'd you do to her? - Get her!

- Are you all right?

What did you do to her?

What happened to your lip?

Pat!

- Never mind.

Get Willy!

- Where is Willy?

What did you do to that girl?

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Bye Willy. - Hey fuck you for Wendy!

Fucker.

We know what you did you piece of shit!

- Watch your head.

- Fuck you! - Don't say anything!

I'll have Adrienne come down.

- You ever get it in her pooper?

- Of course.

- Good for you.

Good for you.

- They got me.

They got me on this one.

- What do they got?

- Fuck all.

Well except maybe a couple dead carcasses.

- What else?

- DNA.

- Fuck.

- Yeah.

- Well,

you gotta be real careful with dealing with this shit.

Best thing to do,

dump it in the ocean.

- They got DNA.

- Ocean makes everything disappear.

- Closest ocean's 1000 miles away from here.

- You dump a body in the ocean,

there's nothing fucking left.

- I did better than that.

- What did you do?

- Rendering plant.

- Rendering plant?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I turned them into food.

- Nothing fucking left after that huh?

That's fucking good.

- No. And I got sloppy at the end.

- You know, you gotta be real careful

when you're dealing with this kind of shit.

- Yeah.

- Believe me.

- Problem is they don't have fingerprints on me yet.

- They haven't?

That don't make sense.

- Nope.

Yeah, I mean my attorney,

she's green.

Her husband just left her

'cause he said he got a hold of some of our meat.

So he had to go to the hospital and get treated

for cannibalism or some shit like that.

- Fuck.

- Yeah.

Oh yeah.

So they said don't let him out.

Nope, no bail for this one.

So here we are.

- Well, judge is gonna set the bail anyway.

You know that.

- Yeah, well that's the problem isn't it?

People talking.

The cops, they realize that.

- Fuck 'em.

- Yeah.

Got fucking sloppy.

I just wanted an even number, you know?

I was gonna do one more.

- One more what?

- I got sloppy, you know?

I just wanted that one more.

The big five-O, you know?

- 50.

- Yep.

49 or one.

Still life.

- Well they gotta prove it either way.

- Yeah, well based on the fucking evidence,

I'm gonna be nailed to the cross.

And you know what, if it happens there's gonna be

a lot of people that are gonna go down.

Fuck it.

Some are gonna go down right down the tube with me.

They said they were my friends.

I thought they were my fucking friends.

I seen their police interviews on tape.

They sold me out.

Fucking Gook told them I was injecting them

with antifreeze, you know?

Windshield wiper fluid and they die

in five to 10 minutes, but you know he never saw nothing.

He never seen it.

But hell, they're gonna nail me to the fucking cross.

Yep.

Made my own grave by getting sloppy.

You know, it really pisses me off.

I had 49.

I just wanted one more.

One more to make it an even 50.

- Oppal!

- What the shit?

Fucking rat!

- Fucking monster.

- Fuck you!

Hey!