Curse of Chucky

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Nica?

Nica. There's somebody at the door.

I'm busy.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Nica, please.

God!

What are you doing

that's so important?

I was playing solitaire.

SARAH:
The computer cheats,

you know.

Yeah, well,

I'm used to that.

Morning.

Hi.

Got a delivery

for Mrs. Sarah Pierce?

I'll... I'll sign for it.

Cool.

Whoa.

You know, you don't

look like a Mrs.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I'm...

I'm not. It's for my mother.

Oh, God.

I'm back living with my mother, too.

It's just a f***ing

nightmare, right?

(CHUCKLES)

(SOFTLY) You have no idea.

Wait a minute. Oh, my God.

I know you.

You do?

Yeah, yeah. It was, uh, City College.

The Psych Department, right?

That was me.

Well, when'd you graduate?

I didn't.

I never completed my thesis.

Oh, on what?

Uh... Completion anxiety.

Thought only guys got that.

(CHUCKLES)

So, is your mom

home now or what?

Yeah.

Too bad.

Well, uh, see you around.

Bye.

Was that guy

hitting on me?

Baby, you're beautiful.

Thank you. But I... I think

that guy was hitting on me.

Maybe I should

go ask him out.

(LAUGHS) Nica.

He was just being nice.

I'm sorry.

Oh, honey,

I just don't ever want to see you get hurt.

I thought you swore off

the Home Shopping Network.

I haven't bought

anything in three weeks.

Maybe you have

a secret admirer.

You sound threatened.

No. Not at all.

I just wouldn't want

to see you get hurt.

Who's it from?

It doesn't say.

(SCOFFS)

Must be some kind of joke.

I don't get it.

Neither do I.

He's cute.

If you say so.

Hi. I'm Chucky. Wanna play?

Alice will love him.

I DVR'd Real Housewives.

I'm going to make

tuna melts later. Okay?

(SARAH SCREAMING)

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

Mom?

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

Oh, God.

Mom! No.

I need an ambulance right away.

It's my mother.

I don't know. I don't know.

There's so much blood.

(SNIFFLING)

Nica.

I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

She was fine.

She was taking her meds,

she was painting again.

No. No.

She was fine.

How could she

do that, Barbie?

How could she do

that to herself?

You, uh...

You remember Father Frank.

Uh... Yes.

Hello, Father.

I'm so very sorry

for your loss, Nica.

Thank you.

Your sister just thought it might

be a good idea for me to come.

I appreciate it.

But you know my mother and I both

left the church a long time ago.

But not in the eyes of God.

BARB:
I just thought

it might be nice

for us to have

someone to talk to.

We have each other.

Nica.

We have to pray for her.

To be forgiven.

She was sick.

You can't judge her.

FATHER FRANK:

No one is judging her.

In fact, the church's official

response to a situation like this

is not to judge, but to pity.

(SIGHS)

My mother and I have had quite enough pity,

thank you.

I understand.

(SIGHS)

It was my fault.

I should have

seen it coming.

Nica, you cannot

blame yourself.

She was supposed to

be taking care of you.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Hey.

Hey, Ian.

Gimme a hug.

(SIGHS)

Is that a new chair?

Uh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

It's cool.

Thank you. (SNIFFLES)

Uh, this...

This is Jill, my new au pair.

No, I'm just the nanny.

Hi.

I'm so sorry, Nica.

Thank you. I'm, uh,

I'm glad you're here.

Come here, you.

Oh...

I'm so happy to see you.

Me, too.

Did Grandma go to heaven?

Yes, sweetie, she did.

Hey, I have

a surprise for you.

That's funny.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Mommy,

I have to go to the bathroom.

BARB:
Okay.

Jill will take you.

You show her the way.

Mommy needs to talk to Aunty Nica.

ALICE:
Jill, let's go.

(BARB SIGHS)

Um... I think I'm going to

go with them. Okay?

(SIGHS)

Remember, you don't

have to lock the door.

But somebody

might come in.

We won't let anybody in.

But what about you guys?

Hmm.

Honey, we really don't want to

see you do your business.

Okay, bye.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So listen, how much

is she paying you again?

$400 a week.

That's more than I make.

(CHUCKLES)

JILL:
Well,

maybe you should consider a career change.

IAN:
Hey, I'd be a great nanny.

$400 a week!

(ALICE HUMMING)

Man.

JILL:
Yeah,

but no benefits.

(URINATING)

(FLUSHING)

What's your name?

(ALICE SCREAMS)

Alice? Alice,

open the door, honey!

Alice? Alice,

open the door right now.

(CHUCKLING)

(BOTH GASPING)

He scared me

half to death.

(SIGHS)

What is this?

Well, um, Mom left

the house to both of us.

So?

So.

I think we should

consider selling.

What are you

talking about?

Nica, this place

is fabulous.

It's so much closer to us,

we'd get to see you way more often.

And with your half of what

we could get for the house,

you'd be set for

the rest of your life.

This isn't about me.

This is about money.

Well, you know

we've been struggling.

Print media is dead.

Ian's working

at Starbucks.

We're going to have to send

Alice to public school.

And she so had her

heart set on St. Bridget's.

I don't want to

deprive my child.

You have a live-in nanny.

Well, actually, that's

not really working out.

Barb, this is my home.

Nica, I know

this is hard.

But do you really think you can

manage here all by yourself?

Mom would have wanted you

to be taken care of.

That's all she ever wanted.

We're back.

NICA:
You found him.

He was in the bathroom.

Really?

You know, I think Grandma would have

wanted you to take care of him.

BARB:
It was obviously

sent here by mistake.

It must belong

to someone else.

And Alice, you already have

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