Over at the Peacock Farm, little pigs run around in their pen and wee wee wee all the way home. Scully and Mulder walk up the path, Scully tossing an interested glance at an old Cadillac perched on the front lawn. They climb the steps to the front door. Not without checking out the severed pig's head sitting on the bottom step, though. Some people have potted plants, some have severed heads. What of it? ["Damn you left-handed freaks! Damn you all to hell!" -- Wing Chun]

Mulder knocks on the screen door. Scully peers inside. There's no answer. Mulder goes to open the door, but Scully shakes her head. "No, there's no probable cause," she tells him. He shrugs, and they take out their flashlights, shining them through the screen. The flashlights illuminate a number of incriminating objects, including several bottles of liquor and a dirty, dirty, blood-stained table. Mulder and Scully exchange a glance and swing the door open, guns drawn. Mulder bags the bloody scissors, which he finds still sitting on the disgusting kitchen table. This episode is so gross, what with all the blood on the kitchen utensils and all the flies. And the crazy deformed incestuous family, of course. Mulder pokes Scully, pointing at a set of bloody footprints on the kitchen floor. She pulls out a Xeroxed copy of the casting taken of the footprints at the crime scene. "They match," she exposits. Mulder looks over near the door, where a bloody, dirty shovel rests against the wall. "This room alone should convict them" Scully whispers. "Yeah, if we can find them," Mulder says "They probably bolted when they saw us coming."