Curse of Chucky Page #3

No, it was Chucky.

Okay.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(GASPS)

Can't we sleep in

with you tonight?

(SIGHS)

Alice, we've talked about this.

You're a big girl now.

It's only a storm.

And Jill's going

to be in in a while.

Don't forget Chucky!

(THUNDER CRASHES)

Don't worry, Chucky.

It's only a storm.

CUSTOMER SERVICE REP: Ma'am,

thank you for holding. The package...

(GARBLED THROUGH STATIC)

...evidence depository.

(STATIC RESUMES)

Um...

I'm... I'm sorry, you're breaking up.

Did you say "evidence depository"?

(DISCONNECTS)

Hello? Hello, are you there?

(GASPS)

Chucky, I'm scared.

(LAUGHING)

You f***ing should be.

(GASPS) Oh...

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

We found him.

She sure

loves that thing.

Yeah.

She sure does.

But you know,

I just called the delivery company,

and they said it was sent

from an evidence depository.

As in crime scene evidence?

I don't know. Maybe I heard them wrong.

The connection was bad.

I'm sure that's it.

Yeah, but we still

don't know who sent it.

I don't care if it

was the Manson Family.

Anything that keeps her

this happy is fine by me.

She's been so sad lately.

I better get to bed.

Long day tomorrow.

Uh... Good night.

Good night, Jill.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Andy Barclay.

(TYPING)

Charles.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERING)

She's up.

(INAUDIBLE)

(INAUDIBLE)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(EXHALES)

CHUCKY:
Women.

Can't live with 'em. Period.

(LAUGHING)

Sh*t.

What's going on?

Power's out again.

I'm going to go

check on Alice.

What about Jill?

What about her?

Well, come on, Barb.

You're paying her $400 a week

to take care of our kid.

Don't you think she can handle it?

(SCOFFS)

Ian, she's afraid of the dark.

It's storming out.

She might need me.

Who, exactly,

might need you?

Who do you think?

Right now I'm not

sure what to think.

You know... (CHUCKLES)

Don't try to implicate me

in your sick fantasies, okay?

I've seen the way

you look at her.

Ditto.

Ian, I am not

sleeping with the nanny.

No, of course,

you couldn't be that stupid, Barb.

Knowing that if I

could prove such a thing,

I could easily take

Alice away from you.

Or I could just

check the footage.

What are you talking about?

The footage

from the nanny cam.

What nanny cam?

The one I hid in

the doll today.

You are not taking my daughter

away from me. Do you hear me?

I am not going to let

you destroy this family

because of your sick,

paranoid accusations.

Oh, that's right.

Tune me out.

Let Barb take

care of everything.

That's what you

always do anyway, right?

You latte-making loser.

STANTON:
What's the word

from Forensics?

DISPATCH:
Won't know anything for

sure till they cook his blood.

Hey, you talk to

anyone at St. Paul's yet?

Said he was out at

the Pierce house all day.

Okay, well,

maybe they'll have some answers for us.

I'm going to

head out there now.

BARB:
Alice?

(SIGHS)

Alice! I don't have

time to play games.

Barb?

Barb!

Barb, where's Alice?

Playing f***ing

hide and seek.

Barb, put him down.

What is wrong with you?

Look, I know that this sounds nuts,

but that doll,

I think that there's

something in it.

Wait a second.

You know about this?

(STAMMERS) Well, I think that I do.

You know what's in this?

Do you?

(GASPS) Why didn't

you tell me?

I'm trying to tell you.

Wait, wait.

When did you find out?

What does it matter?

It matters to me.

It matters to me that my own

sister is out to get me.

No. No, no, no,

you don't understand, this...

Oh, I understand perfectly.

I understand you resent the fact

that I actually have a life.

No, Barb, this isn't

about anything that...

Well, you know what, Nica?

It isn't my fault. Okay?

What happened to

you isn't my fault.

And it isn't my fault that

you dropped out of school,

and it isn't my

fault that you chose

to never leave

this goddamned house.

I mean, what the hell were you waiting for,

a sign from God?

No, Barb! Just put

the f***ing doll down!

F*** you, Nica.

Barb!

BARB:
Alice!

Get down here!

Jill?

Ian!

(SNORING)

Sh*t!

BARB:
Alice?

Alice, don't touch anything.

You hear me?

Alice, you are in big trouble,

young lady!

(STRAINING)

Alice!

Alice, please.

(SIGHS)

Mommy is just about sick

to death of all of you.

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

Alice?

Alice, you come out

here right this minute.

(GRUNTING)

(SQUEAKING)

(GASPS AND YELPS)

(SHRIEKS)

(SNARLS)

(SHRIEKS)

Oh, my God.

Alice.

Alice is mine.

(WHIMPERING)

Now she knows

there is no God.

(GASPING)

You have your mother's eyes.

And they were always too

f***ing close together!

(SCREAMS) No!

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(SHRIEKS)

(YELPS)

(CREAKING)

Barbie?

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(SOBS)

(CREAKING)

Nica.

(WHIMPERING)

(CHUCKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(CHUCKLING CONTINUES)

(IN SING-SONG)

I'm gonna get you.

Alice!

Alice!

(SCREAMING)

Ian! Ian!

(CHUCKLING)

Ian! Ian!

Ian!

Ian! Ian!

Wha... Huh? What?

Ian, they're dead!

What are you talking about?

Barb, Jill, they're dead,

and I can't find Alice?

No! No! He's still out there!

Who?

Chucky!

Alice! Alice!

I gotta go find Alice.

Ian!

What?

Ian, if you see Chucky,

whatever you do, just leave him alone.

Chuck...

What are you talking about?

Just stay away

from that doll!

Alice?

Alice?

(GASPS)

Ian?

(ENGINE REVVING)

Ian!

Ian!

(SCREAMING)

(WHISPERING) Alice?

(ENGINE REVVING)

Ian! (COUGHING) Ian!

(COUGHS)

(GULPS)

No!

IAN:
Nica!

No!

Nica, what the hell

are you doing?

He did it! It was him!

Nica! Look at me!

Give me the ax.

What? No!

Now, give me the goddamn ax!

Oh, my God.

Nica, what have you done?

(SOBBING) Ian. Ian, please.

You know I would never...

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SOBBING)

Oh, my God.

(STRAINING)

Ian. Ian. Take this.

I need you to

inject it under my rib.

Ian.

(GASPING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Ian. Ian, what are you doing?

What the hell have you

done with my daughter, Nica?

Ian, where's Chucky?

You're sick!

Ian, I swear to God,

I can prove it!

And so can I.

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

Hey, Barb, check this out.

RadioShack, 450 bucks.

Oh, and by the way, if you're watching

this, I put it on your MasterCard.

(CLICKING)

(FAST FORWARDING)

IAN:
Where are you, Alice?

They'll never find

me in here, Chucky.

This is the best game

of hide and seek ever.

CHUCKY:
Just keep your

f***ing mouth shut.

Chucky, stop cursing.

(NICA YELLING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

(SHUSHING)

(WHIMPERING INTENSIFIES)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

Say hi to

the little woman for me.

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED WEEPING)

Maybe not.

(LAUGHING)

Your turn.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

My turn.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SNARLS)

(SCREAMING)

(CHUCKY CACKLING)

(WEAKLY)

You're Charles Lee Ray.

My friends

call me Chucky.

You're dead.

No, you are.

Why us?

Didn't your

mother ever mention me?

I'm an old

friend of the family.

Charles,

come over here.

I wanna introduce

you to someone.

SARAH:
October 27th.

Okay.

Right against

my rib cage.

Soon enough.

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