Previously, on "Chucky"...
Move.
Now, there's a lot going on,
so pay attention.
Jake's doll chucky was alive, and he killed his dad,
and he killed Oliver, and the cop at the hospital,
Junior's housekeeper, too, and he wouldn't stop killing.
I like to be hugged.
Making up stupid shit like that is just embarrassing.
Meanwhile, the mayor went all Megyn Kelly,
until the principal lost her head.
We killed him!
- Hello? - Yeah, I'm calling about the doll.
Have you checked his batteries?
My name is Nica Pierce.
Chucky murdered my whole family.
He split his soul into pieces.
One of those pieces is inside me.
Who's Chucky?
What are you doing on the floor?
Have you thought about telling Junior first?
As if Logan doesn't put enough
pressure on Junior as it is.
Bree. Your illness?
Ade due Damballa.
Give me the power, I beg of you.
I'm Tommy. Wanna play?
Best if we keep this Nica bullshit between us, huh?
Ooh, did I mention
I took over the life of my favorite celebrity?
I wanna be Jennifer Tilly.
I wanna be a star.
Ade due Damballa. And switch.
And switch.
Switch, switch, switch.
Anyhow, lots to get to.
Television is so exciting.
_
Can I help you?
Is this the Morrison residence?
- Yes. - Hi.
We're from the U.S. Census.
Can we have a few minutes of your time?
Well, we were just about to sit down to eat.
Oh, this won't take long.
We just want to make sure everyone is counted.
It's important to be represented.
All right, come on in.
So, the Census is pretty straightforward these days.
We're just gonna ask you a few questions
and we'll get out of your hair.
Happy to do our part.
So, how many members in the household?
- Just the three of us? - Ages?
- 39. - 38, and Becky here
just turned seven, didn't you, Becks?
I'm a grownup.
I bet you are. I bet you're really smart too.
Any recent property damage?
No, not that I can think of.
We should move on to the occupations.
Any fires or major injuries?
Freak accidents?
God, no. Nothing like that.
We have to ask.
Um, so, you were saying? Your occupation?
Any new dolls in the house?
Dolls?
What kind of census are you taking exactly?
It's a new thing we're doing at the Bureau.
You know, we ask a few questions
to get the kids excited about the Census.
That's wonderful.
Becky, why don't you go get
some of your friends from your room?
Uh, it's so important to start them early.
Mm.
Here's Binty and Mrs. Fluff and Jojo and...
Sweetheart, are these all your friends?
'Cause it's really important that we count everyone.
This is everybody.
Mrs. Fluff and Jojo and Monkey Beans
and wait, I forgot Charlie.
- Oh. - Well, go get him. Go get him.
That is her favorite.
Hi. I'm... Charlie.
Wanna play?
You made me do this.
Do what?
Ah!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Fuck you, Andy!
Thank you for your cooperation.
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Ohh.
Those people today, what if they talk?
You and I both know nobody's gonna believe 'em.
That little girl, she's gonna be traumatized.
She's never gonna be the same.
She'll be alive.
Besides, you and me went through a lot as kids.
Come on!
Uh!
We turned out okay.
You did, at least.
Reminds me, why didn't you tell me
you were keeping a living Chucky head locked in a safe?
Yeah.
Thanks for taking care of that.
You didn't answer my question.
Why did you keep him alive for four years?
What difference does it make?
I don't know. Doesn't sound like very rational behavior.
There's nothing rational about any of this!
It's something I picked up in military school.
Get to know your enemy.
You can learn a lot from a POW,
if you persuade him hard enough.
What did you learn?
He scream the loudest at fire.
Those screams were my favorite.
Even louder than my own.
Okay, so there's just one left, right?
Yeah.
One doll left.
Okay, what aren't you telling me?
Well,
Chucky broke his soul into pieces,
but the last piece, it didn't go into a doll.
Where did it go?
Let's just say that murder isn't the worst thing
Chucky can do to you.
The female wildebeests
begin to give birth to their offspring.
Eww!
The calves fall to the ground
along with the afterbirth.
Okay, let's simmer down, guys.
Others take a bit more time.
Rachel Fairchild, you're under arrest
for the murders of Megan McVey, Oliver Hayden,
- and Detective Sean Peyton. - What?
What? Are you joking?
Mom.
- She didn't do it. - Lower your voice.
How do you know she didn't do it?
I just do.
I'll see you at home.
No, stop! Please!
Devon's right. We know she didn't do it.
All right, let's go.
Go ahead and get back in the classroom.
We should have told 'em about Chucky.
Yeah, brilliant. Because I've always wanted
to be institutionalized.
How about you?
Lexy's right. We can't just tell anyone.
We have to find him and kill him.
But we did kill him. I mean, we were all there.
We all saw what happened to McVey.
He's still out there.
Shit.
It's gotta be Tommy.
What, your sister's doll?
I thought you said you checked him out.
I did. Now he's missing.
What? Since when?
Well, how's that even possible?
This is serious. We have to find him.
I have an idea.
Andy Barclay.
Who's Andy Barclay?
He was this kid in the '80s whose babysitter was murdered.
He always said Chucky did it.
The whole Charles Lee Ray connection, everything,
it all comes back to Andy Barclay.
Well, you think he'll know how to find Chucky?
Maybe.
Let's do it. Let's talk to him.
My house, after school. Come as soon as you can.
I can't close it!
It won't close.
It won't close! It won't close.
You never were good at packing light.
Oh, very funny. I don't see you helping me.
You're the body disposal expert.
Dispose.
I am disposing as best as I can!
Shoving a full-grown man into a suitcase that size?
Shut up, Chucky.
It's amateur hour.
You're not helping.
The key is smaller pieces for optimal packing.
Oh, so now you're a packing genius.
Smaller pieces. Is that what you suggest?
It's like rolling your t-shirts
instead of folding 'em.
Shut up, Chucky!
Get your leg off my suitcase!
You want smaller pieces? You can cut 'em yourself.
Uh!
Oh, fuck!
Uh!
Oh, no.
- _ - 1960 Pontiac Parisian
- _ - four-door wide-track.
Back when bigger was unapologetically better.
Comfortably seats six.
Perfect for the growing family, by the way.
389 V8 engine topped with Tri-Power carburetor,
making it the ultimate cruiser of its day.
Superior handling and just the quietest purr
from this pussycat.
And I love the color.
Coronado red.
Just put on a fresh coat last month.
Chucky, it's perfect.
You heard the lady. How much?
1,000 bucks.
- Check okay? - Fine.
Oh, though there is one thing that legally
I am bound to disclose to you.
What's that?
Um, unfortunately, this car was... there was an accident.
- What happened? - Young couple got killed.
How exactly?
Well, if you must know,
I believe they were decapitated.
Ooh.
Both of them?
More or less.
We'll take it.
Really? Great!
Good for you!
It's a stunning automobile,
and a true classic never goes out of style.
What'd you say?
I said you got a real classic here.
Liar.
- Pardon? - Technically,
it isn't even an antique.
Well, sure it is.
It's vintage, retro.
It's not vintage or retro
or an antique.
It's just old.
Kinda like you.
But don't worry,
we're gonna give you another paint job, too.
Here you go.
- That's 1,000 bucks. - That's cute.
Ahh.
I just love that color.
Yeah, it matches your lip gloss.
What's that?
It's a hobby.
I'm gonna call him in.
Are you ready?
I don't know how anybody could be ready for this.
I know.
Junior.
Can you come in here for a minute, please?
Hi. Come have a seat for a sec.
Mom, what's going on?
Um...
Your mother is...
Your mother...
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Um, there's something I have to tell you.
And there's no easy way to say it.
I'm sick.
- Sick? - Hey.
I don't want you to worry.
Mom?
What's going on?
It's, um...
It's cancer.
You're... you're gonna be okay, right?
You're gonna be okay?
We're gonna get through this together, Jun-Jun.
Please don't worry.
Come here, buddy.
Come here.
Oh.
I love you, buddy.
Oh, my boy.
You ready? Look. Huh?
I guess today is my lucky day, huh?
Funny.
I don't remember you being dumb enough
to chase an inside straight,
even if you are lucky enough to get it.
Another beer?
No, I'm okay.
Ah, cuttin' back, are you, Chucky?
You know what this motel reminds me of?
It reminds me of that night in Niagara.
All those fond memories.
It's why I chose this dump.
Tell me, do you remember Niagara, Chucky?
You know, I'm more of a live-in-the-present
kinda guy, huh?
Humor me.
What was your favorite part?
Come on, Tiff.
That was a long time ago.
Raise you 100.
I call.
Too long to remember your own honeymoon, Chucky?
Come on.
You know, my favorite part was just being with you.
Aww, shucks.
I never figured you to be
the sentimental type, Chucky.
I'm all-in.
All right. I'm all-in too.
Hello, Nica.
Long time no see.
Nica? I'm not Nica.
Why do you think I'm Nica? I'm not...
Is it Chucky doesn't bluff?
Ohh, Chucky bluffs.
But he doesn't chew on his fingernails.
Besides, I stabbed you in the thigh ten minutes ago.
You didn't feel a thing.
Ooh, if it'd have been Chucky,
he woulda screamed like a banshee.
But not you, being paralyzed and all.
What are you gonna do to me?
I don't know. That's an interesting question.
You see, the thing is, Nica,
I spent some with you, I spent some time with Chucky,
and I gotta say,
I like you better.
You do?
Do you wanna know a secret?
Sure.
Sometimes, when we're together, I...
I see you looking at me,
and I know it's you.
It's not Chucky, it's you, and...
I live for those moments.
I want to have those moments all the time.
- Mm-hmm. - I...
Guess what?
I have a surprise for you, Nica.
I bought us a house
right here in Hackensack.
You know, they say the saints look over everybody
that lives in Hackensack,
even non-traditional couples like ourselves.
The only problem is...
How do I keep you in the driver's seat
instead of that rat Chucky?
Ahh!
He's not on Insta.
Not on Snap.
Not on Twitter.
- Well... - What?
I Googled Andy Barclay and got an article
from two weeks ago.
"Violent Patient Escapes Harrogate Psychiatric Hospital
Manhunt Underway"
Great sign.
Be right back.
Wait, Harrogate, where is that?
- Rhode Island. - Rhode Island?
Wait, I got a call from Rhode Island about a month ago.
Holy shit, that must be Andy Barclay.
God.
Junior, I'm so sorry.
I just feel like everything's falling apart right now,
you know?
My mom, my uncle.
Even you and me.
No. No, not us.
I'm always here for you.
Hey, Lexy, he's on Facebook!
I just feel like you're somewhere else these days.
I'm sorry, what?
You see what I mean?
The fuck, Lex?
It's like I don't even exist to you anymore!
No. No, that's... That's not true.
I'm always here for you.
I love you.
And it's like you said, everything has just been
such a mess lately, and I just want to protect you.
No.
No?
It's over.
We're done.
No.
No, Junior, please.
Please don't do this. We can fix this.
I just did.
Wait, how old's this guy again?
Um, 40.
God help us.
Hi. This is Andy Barclay. Leave a message.
Shit.
Uh...
Andy Barclay?
Jake Wheeler.
- _ - Where are you?
In a kitchen in Hackensack.
Hackensack. Figures.
You know about Chucky, and you're still alive.
Makes you one of the lucky few.
It's a shitty club to be in, but welcome.
At first I thought I was going crazy.
Well, you haven't told anyone, have you?
No. No one.
Look, you feel like you're going crazy?
That's exactly what everyone will think if you tell them.
Speaking of crazy, Chucky's not with anyone, is he?
A woman? Two women?
Uh...
No, I don't think so, but
listen, Andy, I have, like, a million questions.
We're out of time, and we need your help.
How do we find him?
Oh, you don't have to find Chucky.
He'll find you.
And if he can't find you,
he'll go after your whole family to get to you.
He killed our foster parents, Jake.
He'll stop at nothing.
Oh, and Jake, it'll be somewhere he's familiar with,
and you're at your most vulnerable.
That's exactly where he'll find you.
Junior's house.
Not a bad place to spring a trap.
Well, text me the address.
We're on our way.
Gladys! Big day!
- Congratulations, Miss Tilly. - Thank you. Thank you.
Well, you know, the house has beautiful bones.
- Mm-hmm. - It just needs a little TLC.
- Mm-hmm. - And someone like yourself...
- Yes. - With a vision to restore it
to its mid-century glory.
Yes. We have big plans for this place.
- We? - Yes.
Me and my fiancée will be moving in immediately.
Oh, congratulations! That's wonderful!
Thank you. Yes.
What brings you to Hackensack?
Well, my fiancée grew up here, actually.
Right in this very house.
- Oh! - Mm-hmm.
I... it's just been empty ever since...
Ever since the murders. Yes.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Oh, so it was your fiancée's parents that...
Yes. Yes.
So many memories.
Okay. You know, I almost forgot.
You've already started getting some mail.
Oh!
There you go.
I have an online shopping addiction.
Okay. Well, you have a good night, Miss Tilly.
Oh, would you like my autograph?
Next time!
Okay.
Weirdo.
I'll put you right here for now.
And...
Welcome home!
Hold still! Hold still! Hold still!
It's for your own good.
There, that's better.
That didn't hurt, did it?
You're such a baby.
Look how sweet you look.
Oh, oh. Ohh.
Goodbye, sweet face.
Don't wait up.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Help!
I want my lawyer.
Someone's on their way.
Besides, I don't need you to talk.
Just listen.
Here's what we got.
You were the last person to see Principal McVey alive.
You were next in line for her job.
We found your fingerprints everywhere in the office
and the crime scene and... this.
Of course my fingerprints are everywhere.
I work at the school.
I haven't even gotten started on Oliver Hayden.
He was your student, wasn't he?
Oh, and then there's your juvenile record.
Maybe McVey found out about your delinquent past?
So, yeah, wait for the lawyer.
You're gonna need one.
Rachel Fairchild, a biology teacher
at Perry Middle School, has been charged
with three counts of homicide by Hackensack police.
The recent murders are part of an alarming trend
in local violence, which have threatened
reelection prospects for Mayor Michelle Cross.
Do you want me to leave you the keys
in case you want to listen to the radio?
Okay, I'll leave them just in case.
- Mom? - Mm-hmm?
What do you talk about in there?
All the things we don't talk about at home.
Why don't we talk about them at home?
I don't know.
You talk about me?
All the time.
Do you know you're my favorite topic of conversation?
Come here, buddy.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I'll be right back, okay?
I told them.
I was honest.
About the cancer, and my chances.
It's all out in the open now.
That's good.
I imagine it was unburdening
to share your truth with people close to you.
No.
It was horrible.
I didn't need to share my pain,
or my fear, or my worry.
Some things aren't meant to be shared.
So, I've made another decision.
I'm refusing treatment.
Bree, we've talked about depression before.
It's very common for people with your diagnosis
to feel hopeless.
Dr. Mixter, I don't feel depressed or hopeless.
Literally, for the first time in weeks.
I just wanna live my life with my family,
with whatever time that I have left.
Because every day is a gift.
For all of us.
That's true.
I could walk out of this office right now
and get hit by a bus. Who knows what could happen?
Could be something very special.
The important thing is for me to savor what time I have left,
and welcome whatever's waiting around that corner
with open arms.
? I've been having dreams ?
? Splashin' in the summer stream ?
- _ - ? Trip and I fall in ?
? I wanted it to happen ?
- _ - ? My body turns to ice ?
? Crushin' weight of paradise ?
? Solid block of gold lying in the cold ?
? I feel right at home ?
? Wait if I'm on fire ?
? How am I so deep in love? ?
? When I dream of dying ?
? I never feel so loved ?
? Wait if I'm on fire ?
? How am I so deep in love? ?
? When I dream of dying ?
Ah!
Mom?
? How am I so deep in love? ?
? When I dream of... ?
Ahh!
Mom... Mom!
I know it's a lot to process right now.
She didn't seem...
I don't understand.
She made it sound like everything was fine.
That she had it under control.
She didn't say anything to you?
You're her fuckin' therapist. You didn't see any signs?
It's normal to feel angry at times like this.
When faced with their own mortality,
some patients try to regain control
the only way they can.
So, that's it.
She just decided to hell with all of us.
She just gave up.
Her cancer had metastasized.
Her prognosis, even with chemo, was grim.
She didn't want her treatment to overtake your lives.
You must understand your mother loved you all very much.
Thank you for coming by.
If you ever need to talk, don't hesitate to call.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
Take care of yourselves.
Junior, I don't think your mother killed herself.
Stay the fuck away from me.
We were fine before you came along.
Hey. I have to head back to the station.
I have a busy night ahead of me.
If you're hungry, I left some soup in the fridge.
Thanks.
Curfew is still in effect.
Promise me you'll stay inside.
Devon, I know I've been hard on you lately, and...
I know that I was wrong about Jake.
And I'm sorry.
I should have trusted you.
Hey, Mom.
Can I ask you something?
Shoot.
How do you know if you really like someone?
When I first met your father,
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I had butterflies in my stomach whenever he was around.
Is that how you feel?
About Jake?
Yeah.
You know, I was worried you wouldn't look at me the same.
Honey, this doesn't change anything.
You're my son.
And I'll always love you. Okay?
I love you, Mom.
Thank you.
I miss your movie nights.
Maybe next week we could do a double feature.
You could invite Jake.
- Maybe. - Okay.
What is that?
Well, it's a monofilament line.
Got it from Sam's Fishing Gear.
See, what I do is I stretch it across the windows
and the doors, and attach it to Andy's teddy bear here.
If the bear moves 1/4 inch,
I'll know if the Holy Ghost is sneaking in.
We'll know if the Holy Ghost sneaks in.
What?
She's our alarm.
They have an alarm, and it's from this century.
Well, we don't want the cops here.
I don't want my mom here, okay?
Where's Junior and your uncle?
Funeral home.
Why aren't you with them?
They need to be alone.
And so do we.
Best vantage point is upstairs.
My room.
Rock-paper-scissors?
Seriously?
Jesus.
Just don't touch any of my stuff, all right?
_
Hey, I talked to my mom.
Told her I'm into someone.
You.
Um, how... how'd she take it?
Now that she knows you're not a psycho, she's cool.
Yeah. Well, maybe,
you know, when this is all over,
maybe we could go on a date?
You know, one that doesn't involve hunting a killer doll.
Definitely.
Okay.
What kind of movies are you into?
Um, horror movies.
Well, I mean, I used to, anyway.
Favorite final girl?
Laurie Strode, hands down.
Jamie Lee's gonna win the Saturn this year.
Dude, she's gonna win an Oscar. She's magnificent.
She's fabulous.
Uh, anyway.
I have a feeling it's gonna take a lot more than
"Goosebumps" and Pennywise to scare us.
Chucky's here.
Oh, shit.
That never happened in "Cape Fear."
Of course not.
De Niro could have never fit down that chimney.
No, dude. He was totally ripped in that.
Hey, make sure he doesn't double back.
Hey.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
He's... he's messing with us.
Jake?
Jake!
I got you now, bitch!
But I'll let you go on one condition.
What?
All you gotta do is kill Jake.
Everybody's gotta die sometime, so...
That's true.
I mean, I've died myself many times,
so it's no big deal.
You want me to kill Jake?
Why?
Don't tell me you've never thought about it.
You get off on hurting Jake.
Yeah.
Okay, fine, I'll admit it.
I have thought about it.
You're right.
I do wanna kill Jake.
I knew it.
You wanna know I'd do it?
Duh!
I'm all ears.
Okay.
I'd beat him to death...
with this.
Can I watch?
Aha!
Do it, Lexy! Kill him!
Damn it!
- Ha ha! - Ahh!
No!
Jake!
Shit!
Come on, come on, come on!
I'm too old for this shit.
Guys. He's headed back downstairs.
Okay.
He didn't even try to kill me.
- Me neither. - What the hell?
Hello?
Devon, are you here?
Mom?
Ahh!
Hey, Devon, watch this!
Mom! Mom!
Whoa! Ahh!
Mom!
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