The Nursery Page #5
- Year:
- 2018
- 87 min
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(nervous breathing)
(child laughing)
(Grace gasps)
(ghostly moaning)
(Grace screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Grace painfully moaning)
(Grace gasping)
[Grace] Help me.
(suspenseful music)
Help me.
Help, help me.
(dramatic music)
(Grace gurgling)
(blood sloshing)
(ominous music)
Nothing's wrong my ass.
No, it's not just that.
Something just happened.
(Ranae heavily sighing)
What?
I never told you what
happened to my mom.
I know she died just
before you came to college.
[Ranae] Her one year memorial
service was last month.
Cancer, right?
[Ranae] That's
what I tell people.
But it wasn't.
Growing up it was
just Mom, Ray, and me.
She was only 18
when she left home
and moved away with my dad.
Then, he left right
after I was born.
Just one day,
bye.
My mom was like 20 or something,
no education
and a baby.
Her parents are halfway across
the country holding a grudge
and she's completely on her own.
So four years later
Ray comes along,
but his dad was never really
in the picture either.
In and out of school,
in and out of jobs,
in and out of guys,
but she tried, she really did.
She busted her butt and did
everything for Ray and me.
Everything.
What happened?
So, last summer
after I graduate,
my summer job's at
this yogurt place
and my mom's suppose
to pick me up
one night from work,
but she's late.
So, I'm texting her.
Where are you?
Did you forget?
What's going on?
But she's not responding
because she's obviously
driving, right?
But I keep texting her
because I'm being a b*tch
and I'm all pissed off.
She must have gotten worried
that she was getting
all these texts
because a witness said that
she was looking at her phone
when she slammed head-on
into a pickup truck
and died instantly.
Ranae, sweetie.
So, you stand at her
casket and you cry,
and you lie in your
dorm room at night
begging her to forgive you
and your baby brother gets
obsessed with spirits and ghosts
because, hey,
maybe if ghosts are real,
she's not really gone.
But she is gone, just gone.
And you don't know
if she hears you
or if she forgives you
or if she even knows
that she was everything
to Ray and me.
And the last thing I said
to her before she died,
was that she was
a terrible mother.
Sweetie.
(muffled crying)
(Ranae sniffling)
They're going to be home soon.
We should find J and Grace.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Let's just get this
night over with.
Okay.
Why don't you look by the bedrooms
and I'll look downstairs.
No, we should stay together.
Honey, your brother said
we didn't have anything
to worry about.
Something's not right.
Okay, let's go together.
(phone ringing)
It's Ray.
[Cali] I'll go
check downstairs.
No, wait for me.
(phone ringing)
Ray.
How are you guys doing?
- (ominous music)
- We're scared.
Did you find out anything more?
[Ray] It's totally fine.
You guys are perfectly safe.
Are you sure, Ray?
There's weird stuff
happening here.
[Ray] I'm 100% sure.
Rose might be messing
with you guys,
but she doesn't pose
any real danger.
[Ranae] (scoffs)
I don't know, Ray.
Did you find out
anything more about her?
[Ray] I found an article
online, but it didn't say much.
How did she die?
[Ray] Accidental drowning.
She drowned?
[Ray] Freak accident.
She was playing with
some friends by a creek
and got tangled up and died.
That doesn't make any sense.
We have to be missing
something here.
[Ray] Why?
Because she's here,
Ray, and she's angry.
I don't believe
she's not dangerous.
Grace?
Jeremy?
Are you guys down here?
If you guys are screwing
around down here,
we need to get going.
(Jeremy laughing)
(Grace moaning)
(door creaking)
Guys, are you in here?
(Grace moaning)
(suspenseful music)
[Ranae] What if it isn't Rose?
[Ray] What?
[Ranae] What if there's
something else in the house
and it isn't Rose?
[Ray] That's impossible,
it has to be Rose.
Why?
We're just assuming
that it's her.
It might be something
completely different.
We don't know.
[Ray] But what else
could it possibly be?
I don't know.
Maybe someone who
lived here before?
Maybe someone who died
building the house?
Maybe just some...
[Ray] You're talking crazy.
I'm not crazy.
Just try and keep calm,
let Miller sleep, and wait
until his parents get home.
It'll all be over soon.
[Ranae] No, Ray!
Whatever is in this
house is dangerous
and if Rose isn't dangerous,
then it's not Rose.
[Ray] Ranae, stop.
No!
There's something here
that we're missing.
There's something
here we're not seeing.
There's something we don't know.
(soft suspenseful music)
Ray?
Why did you say Miller?
[Ray] What?
You said, "Let Miller sleep."
Why did you say Miller?
(ominous music)
I never told you the
baby's name was Miller.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
(dark dramatic music)
Say hi to your
mom for me, b*tch.
(Grace laughing)
(Jeremy moaning)
Guys, the parents
are coming home soon
so we need to get out of here.
(suspenseful music)
(soft breathing)
(ominous music)
(Jeremy groaning)
(dramatic music)
(Grace moaning)
Guys, quit screwing around.
We need to go.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
[Ghost] You're all gonna die.
(ominous music)
(Cali gasping)
(bones cracking)
(electricity zapping)
(Cali screaming)
[Ranae] Ray?
[Ray] Ranae, what's wrong?
[Ranae] Ray, is
that really you?
[Ray] What are
you talking about?
Well, what did
you find out, Ray?
[Ray] I found some
articles about Rose.
Did she drown?
[Ray] What?
Yeah, how'd you know that?
The date was wrong, right?
The date was wrong
and the accident was seven
years ago today, wasn't it?
[Ray] No, Ranae,
the date wasn't wrong.
It has to be.
This has to be the
anniversary of her accident.
[Ray] No, Ranae, listen!
It wasn't an accident.
What?
[Ray] There was a nanny.
(ghostly whispering)
And it was never proved,
but the police suspected
that the nanny...
A what?
[Ray] A nanny.
One of those foreign
exchange nannies or whatever.
What are you saying, Ray?
[Ray] There was a nanny
and she killed Rose!
She drowned her in a
crick behind their house.
What?
Why?
[Ray] They don't know.
She wasn't right.
She had a history or
something, I don't know.
It all came out later, but
none of it's very clear.
But you said it
was never proved.
[Ray] No.
Why not?
[Ray] Because she died, Ranae.
- (ghostly whispering)
- What?
[Ray] She hung herself.
When, Ray?
[Ray] That's what
I'm trying to tell you.
It was tomorrow.
What do you mean tomorrow?
[Ray] That's what
I'm trying to tell you.
You have to get out of
that house by midnight,
because the nanny killed herself
seven years ago tomorrow.
[Ranae] Oh, my god.
[Ray] What?
You're in Utah, Ray.
It's already tomorrow, here.
(demonic growling)
(dramatic music)
(demonic screaming)
(Cali heavily breathing)
(demonic growling)
(dramatic music)
(demonic screaming)
(Cali frantically gasping)
(Cali sobbing)
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