Curse of Chucky Page #2

Amen.

Jill?

Mmm. Thank you, Ian.

Don't mind if I do.

How about you, Father?

Oh, no. I'm good.

I am starving.

Uh, wait.

Your daddy would

like to make a toast.

(CHUCKLES)

To the chef.

Thank you.

I had a great assistant.

I love chili.

Do you really?

Yeah.

Me, too. Love it.

(SNIFFING)

Is there meat in this?

No. Not at all.

It's vegetarian.

Huh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What?

(CHUCKLES)

This is amazing!

(ALL CHUCKLING) I know.

I can't believe there's no meat in this.

It's so hearty.

It's the oregano.

This is just the way

my mama used to make it.

Nica, could you

pass me the salt?

Thank you.

You know, that doll,

it looks really familiar somehow.

IAN:
Oh, Father, come on.

Good Guy dolls were all the

rage back in the '80s.

My brother even had one.

So did mine.

Are you serious?

Yes.

(LAUGHS) Oh, come on.

JILL:
That is wild... I...

I seem to remember

seeing them on the news?

I remember seeing people

standing in line overnight

just to get their

hands on one of these.

They were right up there with

Smurfs and Cabbage Patch Kids.

Mmm.

Hmm. Hmm...

Alice, honey,

is something wrong?

It tastes funny.

Maybe we put too

much oregano in.

Alice, sweetheart,

it's not that bad.

Eat it.

Father, are you all right?

Oh, I'm...

I'm so sorry,

I'm going to have to be going.

Oh, my God,

Father, are you ill?

Oh, no, I'm fine.

(STAMMERING) I have an

appointment back at the church.

Nica, thank you so much,

the chili was delicious.

Father, are you?

No, please forgive me.

I don't mean to be rude.

I'll see you all in

the morning at the cemetery.

Uh...

Good night.

I'm so sorry.

(CAR STARTS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(OFFICERS SHOUTING

INDISTINCTLY)

Where is he?

This way.

What happened?

Lost control,

hit them head on.

Probably drunk.

No, no, this isn't right.

I know him, I'm in his parish.

He doesn't drink anymore.

You sure about that?

He's my sponsor.

Stanton, you're going to need

a drink after you see this.

Jesus Christ. (GASPS)

Steel's got him pinned.

He's lost a shitload of blood,

but we just can't

tell from where.

Father, can you hear me?

Father? (RASPING)

Just hang on!

We're going to get you out.

What the hell are you waiting for?

Get this sh*t off him!

I can't make that call.

He's bleeding to death!

Get him out!

FIREMAN 1:
Okay, set in.

FIREMAN 2:
On my count.

One, two, pull.

(FIREMEN MUTTERING)

(GASPS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(INAUDIBLE)

BARB:
Oh.

Oh. This is an oldie.

(JILL LAUGHS)

JILL:
Oh, my God. Is that you?

Shut up.

(LAUGHS)

You're so cute.

It's called baby fat.

(LAUGHS)

Look, I didn't

say anything.

Go back to sleep.

Will do.

Look at her.

She's so happy.

What happened to your dad?

He drowned that year,

couple of weeks before Nica was born.

Mom was never

the same after that.

Who's that?

Some neighbor back

in Chicago, I guess.

What a weirdo.

JILL:
Hey there,

missy, what'cha up to?

Chucky's gone.

Not again.

Well, where did you leave him?

I didn't. He's hiding.

BARB:
Okay, time for bed.

And don't forget to brush

your teeth and your hair.

What about Chucky?

Jill will go look for Chucky.

I'll give you a hand, Jill.

Uh-uh. We're not done here yet.

ALICE:
I think he's

hiding under my bed.

JILL:
Don't worry,

we'll find him.

(FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING)

I'm going to

be right back.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(JILL SIGHS)

JILL:
Are you sure you didn't

leave him downstairs?

ALICE:
I didn't leave him

anywhere. He's hiding.

There he goes!

I am not

in the mood for this.

(SHRIEKS)

Need a hand?

I need a f***ing

search party!

I have looked over every inch of this

house and I can't find him anywhere.

God, I've missed you.

Shut up.

Oh...

You found him.

I think she

wanted you to find him.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

You know, I haven't been

spending enough time with her.

It's like if I'm not working,

I'm just so tired all the time.

Life is short(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Did they

always say that?

I don't know.

Listen, little man,

what else are you, uh,

telling my kid

behind my back, huh?

I like to be hugged.

Oh. And?

Hey. Wanna play?

Is that it?

Hi. I'm Chucky.

And I'm your friend till the end.

(LAUGHS)

That one's a classic.

Ah... And it works on so

many different levels.

Yeah, the '80s were awesome.

ALICE:
Did you find him yet?

Yeah, we found him!

I'll take him up.

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

(POWERING DOWN)

(GASPS)

Ian?

(SIGHS)

Anyone?

(EMERGENCY BELL RINGS)

Hello?

(EMERGENCY BELL RINGS)

Oh, sh*t.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Coming!

(SIGHS)

See, with her,

it's always something.

She needs my help

and then resents me for it.

You're the only one

who really appreciates me.

JILL:
You know,

I was thinking.

Hmm?

We can get by

without the money.

You don't have to sell.

I mean, this is her home.

She's a mess.

You can see that.

(SIGHS)

(KNIFE UNSHEATHING)

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(SHRIEKS)

(GASPING)

Oh, crap.

There you are, Chucky!

We've been looking for you everywhere.

Hey, want to play?

(CHUCKLES) I didn't

know you could do that.

Playtime's over.

It's time for bed.

Can you read us

a bedtime story?

Aunty Nica's tired, sweetie.

We'll let her rest now.

I'm fine.

It's important that you

don't overextend yourself.

(SIGHS)

Don't you think

I'm the best judge

of when I'm

overextending myself?

Frankly, no.

(SCOFFS)

Really.

I don't think you realize

the strain you're under.

There's no shame in admitting

that you need help.

You mean "assistance."

Nica, I am worried

about your heart. Okay?

Dr. Masur said

I was fine, Barb.

You're at significant risk of it

happening again, you know that.

13% of all

T5 paraplegics...

I know the statistics.

Dr. Masur said

that extreme stress,

any kind of even mild

shock could bring it on.

And since last night,

God knows you've had plenty of both.

(SIGHS)

Alice, sweetheart,

please come down from there.

I'm disabled,

Barb, I am not a child.

And I'm perfectly capable

of taking care of myself.

Aunty Nica,

you're bleeding.

Oh, my God.

I got it. Okay?

It almost looks

like a knife wound.

You must have cut

yourself making dinner.

I... I didn't.

Doesn't it hurt?

No. No, don't worry,

sweetie.

She can't feel a thing.

All right, come on.

Come on. Off to bed now.

Good night,

Aunty Nica.

Good night, baby.

Sweet dreams.

ALICE:
Now I lay me

down to sleep,

I pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

If I shall die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

God bless Grandma, and Mommy,

and Daddy, and Jill.

And especially Aunty Nica.

What about Chucky?

He says there is no God.

Who said that?

Chucky did.

He said that life's a b*tch and then

you die, bleeding like a stuck pig.

Alice. You know

it's not nice to curse.

I don't curse, Mommy.

Chucky did.

Mommy, am I going to die?

No. Of course not, sweetie.

Grandma died.

And Chucky says we're all going to die.

Alice, who really

told you that?

Was it Jill?

No.

Was it your daddy?

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