The Nursery Page #3
- Year:
- 2018
- 87 min
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Heath and Morton
today to examine the...
(remote clicks)
He was just hanging there.
Honey, he's fine.
You don't believe me, do you?
I believe you
think you saw it,
but this isn't the first
time tonight, is it?
The picture?
There was no picture.
Yes, there was.
There wasn't.
You all think I'm
crazy, don't you?
I knew it the minute you
guys walked in here tonight.
Honey, nobody thinks
you're crazy, but...
Have you thought that maybe
you need to go
back on your meds?
Well, you haven't been
off them that long.
They were antidepressants
not antipsychotics.
Grief and depression
can affect people
in all kinds of ways.
Look at your brother.
This has nothing
to do with that.
Honey.
Cali, there's
something in this house.
(soft music)
(lips smacking)
Okay, slow down Tiger.
They'll be back eventually.
Come on, Gracey.
I'll be quick.
That's not exactly
an incentive.
Just take off your shirt.
We'll hear if they come down.
(lips smacking)
Okay, stop. Let me do it.
(dramatic music)
(Grace screaming)
[Jeremy] What
the f*** is wrong?
[Cali] What did you do?
[Jeremy] I didn't do sh*t.
[Cali] Did he hit you?
[Jeremy] What?
[Cali] Then what
the f*** happened?
You're all f***ing crazy
that's what happened.
What's wrong, Grace?
[Jeremy] You're f***ing
freaking everyone out.
[Cali] Shut up!
Grace!
Did he hit you?
Quit f***ing asking
her if I hit her!
I didn't f***ing hit her.
Everybody calm down.
Jeremy, shut up for a minute.
[Jeremy] Don't
tell me to shut up.
This is your freak show.
Grace, what happened?
What did you see, Ranae?
What?
In the monitor, outside...
What did you see?
Wait, outside?
Nothing.
I didn't see anything.
That's bullshit, Ranae.
Hey!
J's right.
You've been walking
around here all night
scaring the sh*t out of everyone
and now suddenly you
don't know anything.
What happened here?
We were fooling
around a little bit.
Jesus!
Oh, f***ing relax.
It's not a church, okay?
It's somebody's
f***ing living room.
Try keeping it in
your pants for once.
Takes two tango, b*tch.
It's not like she
was complaining.
Oh, yeah, she's great.
F*** off!
We were fooling
around on the couch
and then she screamed
and started flipping out.
Grace, what happened?
What did you see?
(sighs) Nothing,
it was just...
Nothing.
(ominous music)
There's something
in this house.
What is it?
I know it sounds crazy,
but I think it was...
If you say ghost,
I'm going to f***ing
lose my mind on you guys.
Shut up, baby dick.
A ghost, okay?
A f***ing ghost.
Oh, my god!
You guys are off the planet.
Jeremy!
What exactly did you see?
I don't know.
It was a girl, that's for sure.
Small, but I couldn't
see her face or her eyes.
Jesus Christ.
Do you ever shut up?
Not when everyone
else around me
is acting f***ing crazy, no.
And she was just
staring at us.
You just said you
couldn't see her face.
I know,
but I could feel it.
Listen to yourselves.
What is your problem?
What's my problem?
I'm sitting here with a
bunch of paranoid hysterics
talking about ghosts.
That's my f***ing problem.
I was right here.
There was no girl, there
was no f***ing ghost.
How do you know?
Because there's no
such thing as ghosts.
Do I really have to
say that out loud?
[Ranae] So what exactly
did she see then, Jeremy?
How the hell should I know?
She's probably just on the rag.
(Grace gasping)
You pig.
You did not just say that.
You tell me
what's more likely.
You've got a case of
the crimson crazies
or you saw a god damn ghost.
F*** you.
No, f*** you.
F*** all of you.
(footsteps departing)
Where are you going?
I'm going to take a
piss and find a beer.
What the f*** do you care?
Hey, ghost girl, I am
going to take a piss
and find a beer if
you wanna kill me, okay?
Just let me have the
beer first, thanks.
Jeremy don't!
Just let him go.
I don't think it's a good
idea for us to be alone.
Who gives a sh*t about him?
If there's really
something in this house-
- He's not going to
listen to you, Ranae.
She's right.
It's like trying to reason
with a one year old.
What?
I just said he's not
going to listen to you.
No, Grace, what did you say?
I said it's like trying
to talk to a one year old.
A one year old.
(suspenseful music)
(stairs creaking)
(dramatic music)
What are you looking for?
Here, look at this.
[Grace] Baby
pictures, so what?
Wait.
I don't get what we're suppose
to be looking at, sweetie.
Wait!
There, look.
It's a birthday
party, so what?
It's a first birthday party.
Yeah, they're at a first
birthday party, so what?
No, they're not at a
first birthday party,
they're throwing one.
Okay, so?
So, Miller's only
like three months old.
And?
And they don't
have any other kids.
Fine, so it's for
someone else's kid.
No, that's
definitely their kid.
Do you think they had
another kid before and lost it?
Maybe.
Well, so what?
The thing I saw
wasn't a one year old.
No, these pictures are just
from the kid's first year.
Who knows how old it was.
Come on.
Seriously, why not?
Cali, you met them.
How old were they?
Forty at least, right?
At least, probably older.
Okay, so mid-forties.
They could have had a kid
that was five years old.
It wasn't a five
year old either.
Fine!
They could have a 10
year old, a teenager!
I mean at their age, they
could have a kid in its 20s.
(scoffs) Ranae!
Why not, right?
By that logic, they
could have had an older kid
who just moved out or went
to college or whatever.
Yeah, that's true.
No way.
These people
interviewed me twice.
That would have come up.
How do you know?
[Ranae] I know.
- (computer keys clicking)
- [Cali] What are you doing?
I'm calling Ray.
(water splashing)
(child laughing)
(ominous techno music)
(dramatic music)
(nervously chuckles and sighs)
F***!
(child laughing)
[Ray] There is no way you
guys are babysitting a ghost.
Ray, I'm not screwing around.
You've been obsessed with
this stuff for a year.
That's my point.
I live and breathe this stuff.
I hang out in live
chats on Saturday nights
watching lectures by
paranormal experts
and my stupid sister
sees a ghost in Wisconsin
while I'm stuck here in Utah.
I mean there's no way the
universe is that cruel.
Ray, if they lost their child,
is it possible that her
ghost is in this house?
Of course it's possible,
that's how this
kind of thing works.
[Ranae] What do you mean?
Well, a kid probably
didn't just die, right?
More likely an accident
or terrible disease
or something tragic.
That's like textbook
ghost stuff.
It's like their soul
has unfinished business
and it can't release until
that business is resolved.
That makes perfect sense.
[Grace] It does?
What?
Why are we taking
him seriously?
He knows tons
about this stuff.
(scoffs) He's just a dumb
kid with a weird hobby.
You know I can
hear you, right?
Don't be shitty, Grace.
[Grace] Look, no
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