Curse of Chucky Page #3

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)

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