Previously on "Chucky"...
I want to be Jennifer Tilly.
I want to be a star.
Sometimes I feel like a boy. Sometimes I feel like a girl.
Good morning, sweet face! Rise and shine!
You kept me prisoner in this house for a year.
Ms. Tilly, have you ever heard of Nica Pierce?
Nica Pierce is here, but she's innocent, I swear.
Glen, Glenda!
Chucky, we're trying to get everything on your rider.
- This thing is like 12 pages long... - Listen to me, God damn it.
I told you a hundred times I want fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies
with macadamia nuts in my dressing room,
not walnuts, you moron.
Walnuts give me hives.
Then should I take them out of your...
I don't give a shit what you do with them!
You could shove those cookies straight up your...
Chucky, we're live.
Hello.
Nice to see you again.
I hope you're enjoying the new season of my hit show.
Now, Belle, you know viewers are very curious
about your role on the show this season.
Care to spill any details?
- Yeah, tell us! - Let's hear it, Belle!
Anyway, tonight, you're in for a treat,
a very special episode of "Chucky,"
where we delve into family secrets,
Hollywood sleaze,
and the violent, depraved acts
of which the human species is capable...
all in the name of love.
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Glen, Glenda,
it's so nice to see your sweet faces.
Yeah, nice to see you too, Mom.
What are you doing on the floor?
And what the hell is that?
Mom, is that blood?
No!
It's corn syrup.
You know, my team is always after me
to get more violence on my social media.
Come to Mama.
- Glenda, happy birthday. - Thank you.
Happy birthday, sweet face.
Where are you going?
I was just gonna hang up my coat.
That's not necessary. It's your special day.
Why don't you two take a load off?
So tell me everything.
Are you two dating anyone?
Yeah, a guy named Paul.
How nice.
And Glen, how about you?
We're both dating Paul.
That sounds complicated.
What about you, Mom? Are you seeing anybody these days?
No, no, no, no, no, not seeing anyone.
I'm too busy.
- So... how's school? - Great.
Great. We're making friends. We're getting straight A's.
- We're great. - That's wonderful. I've been worried.
That makes three of us.
You two are so wrapped up in each other,
sometimes you forget other people even exist.
Me, for example.
Mom,
haven't you ever thought about maybe it's not so fun for us over here lately?
I mean, you haven't left this house in over a year.
There's a 5-inch layer of dust over everything
and your drinking has gotten out of control.
Glen, what in the hell has gotten into you?
- Sorry. - Actually, we've been talking to Stan.
- Who? - Your accountant.
He says you're running out of money.
Are you?
I'm doing fine,
just like you two kids.
Mom, who the hell is Nica Pierce?
What?
www.subtitulamos.tv
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Yes, I did know Nica.
I met her at one of those charity events I go to.
She was a very sad woman
and very unhealthy mentally.
She was sort of a little bit obsessed with me.
But I hardly knew her.
That's why I had a new security system installed
just in case.
Secure.
You installed a whole new security system
because you were worried that some woman you "barely knew"
was coming to get you?
How many times have I told you
the cautionary tale of Judy Foster?
It's Jodie Foster, Mom.
Glen, where are you going? You haven't finished your meatballs.
Phone's dead. I need to charge it.
Mom.
There's something else
that I've been meaning to talk to you...
- Shit, don't tell me you're pregnant. - Jesus, Mom.
I'm not ready to be a grandmother.
Please, stop making everything about you.
Oh, okay.
Sorry.
Tell me.
When I was little,
like really little,
did I ever hurt someone?
Hurt?
What do you mean?
I've been having this dream.
I guess it's more like a nightmare.
And there's a woman...
and she's blonde, and she's screaming
because she's on fire.
And it just feels like I'm the one who did it.
And there's another voice that's a man,
and he's nice. He's...
he's encouraging me.
And... he called me shit-face.
Well, you and Glen have always had vibrant imaginations.
You're sure nothing happened?
There must have been something, I mean, some sort of trauma.
Because, I mean, Glen and I,
we've never felt whole.
All we want to know is why.
I just want you two to be happy.
What is taking Glen so long?
Find your charger?
Yes. Yes.
Glen, this is... this... this is Jeeves.
I hired a little extra help for tonight, for your birthday.
He was supposed to be here an hour ago.
I told you, my improv class went late.
You're a butler?
Yeah! I mean, tonight I am.
Well, have at it, Jeeves.
Yeah. Nice to meet you, sweetie.
Why do you keep that door locked?
Honey, all my shoes are in there.
I don't want you stealing my Manolo Blahniks again.
You're too young to be so suspicious.
Not everything has to be an unpleasant surprise.
Surprise!
What the hell is this?
We wanted a surprise party, so we threw one ourselves.
That doesn't make any sense.
We figured you wouldn't want to have people over,
given your Norma Desmond vibes as of late,
but isn't it nice to see everybody?
Auntie Gina, Uncle Pants, Mrs. Stracke.
I wasn't expecting this.
Party pooper.
That's me. I'm a party pooper.
Yes, honey, why don't you take that in the kitchen?
You too, Glenda. Thank you, thank you.
You haven't been avoiding me just over that silly poker debt.
I don't owe you any money.
- No, Sutton, I paid you back. - Jen, what is going on?
- Really, are you okay? - Nothing is going on.
- I've been busy. - Doing what?
Come on, kid.
You're amongst friends.
Now, if you've been holed up here waiting for a face lift to settle or...
- Face lift? - Whatever...
- Joey, what is wrong with you? - Let me finish.
- You come over here to insult me? - I'm just saying... I'm just saying...
all I'm saying is, time and money well spent.
Shut up, Joey.
Too busy to call?
Jen, we have been worried about you.
What is this, a party or an intervention?
If the muumuu fits.
Well, I wasn't expecting guests, Ms. Fashionista.
For a year, you, Ms. Party Girl,
were not expecting guests for an entire year?
Sorry, Jen, I don't buy it.
Just tell us what's going on.
Who the hell is that now?
Hello, Jen.
Don't you have a hug for your long-lost little sister?
Oh, my God.
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And... just enough left for me.
- Champagne? - We'd love some.
We'd love some too.
- What, all of you? - Yes, thank you.
I would like to propose a toast.
What are we drinking to?
Sir, what are you staring at?
Don't worry.
- We're used to it. - We're used to it too.
To family.
- To family. - To family.
Aunt Meg, it's great to finally meet you. I mean, we're huge fans.
We want to get into show business too.
You know, Mom always said you were the older one.
Is that true?
No. That's Jen.
Plus, I think everyone always assumed I was older
because I got famous way before she did.
Of course, I did receive my Oscar nomination
ten years before she did so...
So where is she anyway?
I'm ready to party!
Ta-da!
- Jen, you look stunning. - Thank you.
What are you doing? You're supposed to be downstairs.
- I was improvising. - Well, don't.
And I was good.
I know I've been a bit of a recluse this year,
as I'm increasingly valuing my solitude.
I seem to be entering my Garbo era.
But it is nice seeing all your sweet faces.
To my babies.
Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.
- Glen, how is that... - Isn't that your Oscar dress?
No, but thanks for reminding me
when I lost to that bitch, Dianne West.
It's Wiest.
Whatever.
So...
- Meg... - Yeah?
What have you been up to?
Oh, right, seriously, Jen,
you've been dodging me for 24 years
because, clearly, I did something to offend you
- and, Jen, I missed you... - Well, now I forgive you.
- For what? That's what I want to know. - Let's not rehash the past.
- Bygones be bygones. - No, no.
Ever since you did that stupid "Chucky" movie,
it's like... that's when you stop talking to me.
- That's when everything changed. - It's not stupid.
The "Chucky" movie was a big hit.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm just...
Holy shit, I got it.
You're Ralphie from "The Sopranos."
That is a character I played once.
- Are you a fan? - Of you? No, hell no.
No, I cheered when Tony destroyed your guido ass.
Your head in that bag?
Chef's kiss.
- You know, come. - Yeah?
Guido is now a slur.
And as a fellow American of Italian descent,
I'd ask you to go a little easy on the stereotyping.
Not all of us are gangsters.
Some of us are just actors.
Okay, Ralphie.
See, it's Joe.
Joe.
I can see you're still a little confused.
Are you telling me that there's not one single actual goodfellow
in your entire dago family?
No, no, not that I can think of, no.
Well, I thought you was one of those methadone actors.
No, you see,
it's not my ethnicity I draw from.
It's my natural rage at morons like you.
Hear, hear.
What about you, Gi-na?
Please do not call me that.
Okay, fair enough. But are you a method actor, you know, for like...
like a threesome scene, like, girl-on-girl shit?
Oh, my God. Joey, I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but for once, we actually agree on something.
This guy's an absolute moron.
It's going to be a bumpy night.
- Jeeves, may I speak to you, please? - Yeah, yeah, one second, one second, give me one second.
Don't think I forgot about you. I recognize you too.
Yeah, I'm on a reality show.
It wasn't a reality show, it was hardcore reality.
Laguna Beach, last summer?
I beg your pardon, sir.
No, I swear to God, if I knew you were famous, I would have called you back.
Just make sure you stay out of Russia.
- Why? - They wouldn't understand you.
Who does?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just gotta ask because I don't know.
What the hell are you two supposed to be anyway?
I beg your pardon.
No, you look like a boy. He looks like a girl.
Glen and I are both nonbinary. That's kind of the point.
- We go by they/them. - Yeah, but they/them have always been plural.
"Strunk and White," the Holy Bible of the English language, dictates that.
Why don't you drag yourself into the 21st century, ass wad?
Language evolves, taint breath.
Besides, Strunk and White have been dead for years.
Please show my niblings the simple respect they deserve.
- Hear, hear. - Your niblings?
Yeah, other acceptable, gender-neutral terms
for niece and nephew are niephling, chibling, and sibkid.
Oh, my God, you are so cute. I love you.
Yeah, it's very cute and stupid because those aren't words!
The hell is wrong with you people?
Jeeves, will you please come with me right now?
But of course.
- I told you! - Why are you yelling at me in front of everyone?
What did I tell you about being down... so what... where...
Jeeves! Jeeves!
What a dick.
I told you to guard this door, you moron,
not to insult my guests!
If I wasn't so desperate for help, I'd kill you myself.
Why don't you just put up some cameras?
Because I have nosy teenagers,
and I can't take any chances.
Well, what are you hiding in there anyway?
If you must know, my girlfriend.
And my husband.
Hooray for Hollywood.
What the hell?
Where the hell is everybody?
Oh, my God.
- _ - Oh, my God!
No.
Oh, my God.
Nica?
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Jen-Jen, what's going on?
Don't sneak up on me like that.
What are you doing in here?
Holy shit.
- Jesus. - What the...
- Oh, my God! - Let's get out of here.
- Let us out! - We're stuck!
I think he's... I think he's dead.
He's dead?
Mom, what happened?
The first victim is the butler.
For Glen and Glenda.
You know how the twins love a murder mystery.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, this is a murder mystery party?
Exactly, Gina.
You know I love that.
That's why I hired this Jeeves here.
But now he's murdered.
Not really, he's just, you know, an actor.
That guy is no actor.
He's solid oak.
I can see his eyes moving from here.
We are all going to solve this mystery.
I need to know who killed Jeeves
and who opened the bedroom door.
All of you are suspects,
each and every one of you.
And I am going to find out
who did it.
All right, so we have Sal De Marco.
Dude, I don't care what Joey says, you are killing it as a dead guy.
It says Topanga Security, so he's a security officer.
Our first clue.
No, no, that doesn't mean anything.
The jury will please disregard.
Gina, give me that.
Arsenic.
How do you know what arsenic smells like?
And what is so important about that room?
Yeah, it looks like Rapunzel's bedroom or something.
It looks like Rapunzel had a really bad tummy ache. Yuck.
Jennifer, who's your decorator?
I am going to be asking all the questions
from here on out.
Now I kindly request that the assembled company
please retire to the drawing room.
What is that?
It's called the living room.
Okay, bye.
- I'll join you later. - Good job, Jeeves.
Yes, bye.
You too, Ms. Snoopy Pants.
Go on, get out of here.
Nica?
Nica.
Where are you?
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The champagne was served shortly after 8:00.
The lights went out at 8:30. That was the time of death.
So since all of you are still alive,
I'm deducing that sometime between 8:00 and 8:30,
the killer put the poison
in the champagne bottle.
But we were all in here together, guv'nor.
So any of us could have done it.
Exactly.
- Sutton. - Yes.
How did you feel when Jeeves told everybody he screwed you?
Angry enough to kill him?
Well, Gina hated him too.
- Yeah, but I didn't bugger him. - Maybe both of you did it.
In cahoots, that would be fun.
It weren't me, mate.
As I recall, the gentleman had the gall
to insult Italians, which, Joey, will give you the motive
- to kill him to defend your honor. - Gina, what are you doing?
- I'm trying to do that '80s BBC sort of thing. - Well, no...
- Just stop. - I know, it's not... I didn't practice it.
Okay, wait.
Listen, you'll love this one....
Don't blame me, stranger, for your troubles.
I'm innocent.
Yeah?
Okay, yeah, that was brilliant,
- that was brilliant, Gina. - Thank you.
Maybe you should lay off the champagne a little bit.
Auntie Gina, what about this?
Joey here must have killed the poor sod in self-defense.
That's so good. Bravo.
We're kind of anglophiles.
You know, maybe we need some forensic accountants around here.
What, what, what? Forensics, why?
Jen, this is Beverly Hills.
All crimes are almost always about money.
Oh, I see.
You're just rehashing your "Housewives" bit from season 11.
It was not a bit.
How about this?
- "Basic Instinct." - No one wants to see that, Joe.
You didn't mind at Cannes.
All right, all of you are behaving very strangely
and very suspiciously...
You're behaving pretty peculiarly yourself.
I'm the detective, so I know I didn't do it.
But all of you had multiple motives,
especially when the victim
refused to honor my kids' pronouns.
Who would commit murder over pronouns?
Each and every one of you
because I know you all love Glen and Glenda as much as I do,
and I love each and every one of you for it.
Even you, Meg.
What about them?
- Us? - Yeah.
True, true.
You two have as much motive to kill that man as we do.
That's ridiculous.
I mean, if we killed every small-minded idiot
that insulted us, half the country would be dead by now.
And we wouldn't hurt a fly.
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If you'll excuse me for a moment,
a little emergency.
I have to go put out some fires.
Nica?
Gina, you just about gave me a heart attack.
I wasn't expecting you.
Jen, why the hell are you hanging out
with a Beverly Hills housewife?
Beverly Hills is just a state of mind.
Sutton is... she's odd but nice.
Jen, are you sleeping with Sutton?
No, Sutton? No.
Okay, well, I mean, you're sleeping with someone 'cause...
- No, I'm not. - You ghosted me.
- No, no. No. - Come on, you could tell me.
Gina, Gina, there's only you.
Only you.
- Can I tell you a secret, Jen? - Sure. Yes, I like secrets.
Do you know when we first met?
- Yes, I remember that. It was a Saturday. - Yes.
- It was a Saturday? - Yes, and...
- You're so romantic. - What are you...?
- So when we first met... - Yes?
I kind of thought you were boring.
What... what... what are you doing?
- A little actress-y maybe. - Yeah.
- And then you did that "Chucky" movie. - Yes.
- And you just kind of became a little detached. - Yeah.
A little distant, kind of irresistible.
- I hear that a lot, yes. - Jen.
I think we shouldn't hide anymore.
I think we should tell everyone we're together. I'm sick of it.
Seriously, I know before we were worried about work,
but now it would actually help us get jobs, to be honest.
Gi... Gina, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Gina?
Yes, Jen.
Can I ask you a question?
Anything.
Did you kill the butler?
What?
The butler, did you kill him?
- I just want to know. - Okay.
I could see baby...
wants to play some more?
Fraulein wants to role play.
- No, no, she doesn't. - Sure.
I'd do anything for you.
Why, in fact, Mama has a surprise for you.
I brought you something very special.
You wait here for me while I go get it.
- Yes, I'm not... - You won't go anywhere?
You're not going to be a bad, little Liebchen, are you?
- I'm not going to be... - Because you would be punished.
A bad little Liebchen.
I'm just going to wait right here.
- Okay. - Okay.
Yeah.
Bye, Gina.
Nica.
Nica, are you there?
Joey, Joey, Joey!
It's not a good time.
No, Joey, I'm very, very busy.
What... you're...
- Gina. - Yeah?
I think she still wants to bang you. Yeah, probably.
But I'm totally down for it if you let me watch.
No, Joey, Joey.
I have a question for you.
Did you kill the butler?
I'll tell you.
If you blow me.
Not now, Joey. I'm really, really busy.
I'll catch you later.
I swear I didn't kill him. He was dead when I came down to get you.
Do you believe me?
Yeah.
Everything was working.
I mean, she's totally distracted by the party,
and everybody's fawning over her,
and she's pretty drunk, like usual.
She's got this new security system,
and I can't just take you out the back door like we planned.
And until the power comes back on, I can't even get you out of the basement
because we need the elevator.
Are you sure she doesn't know about this room?
Yeah.
It's the only part of the house her stupid app doesn't know about.
She never knew about this room.
Me and Glenda found it when we were nine.
Glen.
I cannot go back.
Nica,
I promise you're leaving this house tonight.
Sorry.
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This is my big courtroom scene.
Jim Carrey said I was the best actress he ever worked with,
even better than Nicole Kidman.
Yeah, he said "Jennifer Tilly,
"you should have another...
another..."
And she's out.
Ridiculous.
Glenda.
I want to see what she's hiding in that room.
Skullduggery!
I didn't think you had it in you.
- Can't get in? - As if.
Where'd did you get those?
Auntie Gina gave them to me.
Wait.
We have no idea what's in there.
I think we should get out of here.
Grow a pair.
Okay, okay, okay.
Oh, God! Oh, God, you've gotta help me!
- Are you Glen? - No, I'm Glenda.
How do you know who we are?
Your mother is a psychotic murderer who thinks she's in love with me,
and she chopped off all my limbs,
and she's kept me trapped in here for a year.
- Mom's a murderer? - Mom's a lesbian?
She's not who you think she is.
We have to get you out of here.
Wait, what if she's lying?
Glenda, who would lie about this?
- You're so naive. - And you're impulsive.
- I'm getting the wheelchair. - Wait!
You can't just wheel me out of here.
I'm wanted in five states, and I'm not going back to the asylum.
What'd you do?
I was framed.
Sure.
Look,
I have no home and no family.
But before I can just waltz on out of here,
I need a safe place to go,
or your mother is gonna hunt me down.
Yoo-hoo, sweet faces!
Get out of this room, okay?
Gag me and get out of here. Don't tell her you found me.
I have a plan if you help me.
Of course we'll help you.
I'll distract Mom.
Forgot this.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Glenda.
You're even more beautiful than I imagined.
Thanks, but what's it to you?
Because I'm your dad.
Chucky!
I got trapped in this body,
and your mom's holding me hostage.
What do you know about my dad?
Did you do something to him?
Glenda, it's me.
My dad bailed on us.
Do you know what it does to a kid
when a parent decides they're not worth staying for?
It leaves a big, empty hole in your chest right here.
That's what it does.
You got a hole in your chest?
Let me see.
It's a fucking metaphor.
That's right. Give your dad hell, kid.
But listen, I didn't bail on the family.
I wanted to stay,
but your mom drove me away and lied to you about it.
This is all bullshit.
Deep down, you know it's true.
So when you're ready to get revenge on your mom
for keeping us apart, come back.
I got a plan, shit-face.
What did you just call me?
Shit-face.
I always meant it affectionately.
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Hello, Billy.
It's Billy the bear.
Hello, Billy.
What? What is it?
My pinky itches.
Sometimes it's like I can still feel things,
like my brain hasn't caught up to my body or something.
Sometimes I feel like that too.
Like something's missing.
Inside.
You're a good kid, Glen.
You're definitely not like your parents.
Do you know my dad too?
Yeah.
Is he as crazy as my mom is?
Yeah.
It's now or never.
You ready to kill your mom, shit-face?
What did you just say to me, Nica?
I'm not Nica.
Glen's a wuss.
They never would've agreed to kill Mom.
That's too bad.
Now...
where are my arms?
You know what, pig?
I think you killed Jeeves, didn't you, Meg?
What the hell are you talking about?
I'm a little confused right now.
I thought it was just a...
How did you get in that room?
- How did you get in there? It was locked. - No, it wasn't. It was open.
- It was not open. It was locked. - Jen, would you stop this?
- I bet you killed Jeeves. - Just stop it.
- You killed him, didn't you? - Just stop it.
Hiya, Tiff.
Chucky,
why don't you just die already?
You first.
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Chucky, please, we can still work things out.
The only thing left to work out, Tiff,
is whether I shoot you in the head...
or the heart.
You already broke my heart, Chucky.
Okay, the head it is.
I'm so sorry, so is she supposed to be the murderer?
- Because we haven't met her. It's not totally fair. - I don't really know her.
The wheelchair, we need to check it for fingerprints.
Really, Meg? You want to play the game now? Hold this. It's going on the Gram.
Please, Chucky.
You know...
I'm almost gonna miss you, Tiff.
No! Oh, no!
Almost!
Glenda, what the fuck?
Sorry, somebody must have taken the bullets.
You bastard!
I'm sorry, Nica.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Are you following this? Are you following this at all? - Yes, it's fabulous.
I love you, I love you.
- Nica! - I'm sorry.
Come on!
- Who's Nica? Who's Nica? - No, no!
- Come on. - I'm not going.
What?
I can't just leave Mom like this,
especially after what you just tried to do to her.
What about me?
I can't.
Mom needs help. We all do.
Fine!
Just ask her,
who's Tiffany Valentine?
No!
Nica!
- _ - Stop, stop!
No!
Nice to finally meet you.
- I'm Kyle. - Nica.
No, Nica!
Nica, come back!
No!
Where's Glen?
They're not coming. Just drive.
No!
Brava!
This is the best murder mystery party
I've ever been to ever.
- Brava, Jen! - I didn't understand a thing that happened,
but I loved every minute of it!
Wait, hey.
Where's Joey?
To help us figure it all out,
please welcome one of my biggest fans,
WWE superstar Liv Morgan!
Liv, welcome to the show.
Thank you, Chucky. It's truly an honor to be here with you.
Fantastic.
Who do you think killed the butler?
Well, I have a theory.
It's always the person you least suspect,
so I'm gonna have to go with Meg.
I mean, did you see "Agnes of God"?
Nope, never heard of it.
Now let's roll the tape.
Just enough left for me.
Champagne?
- We'd love some. - We'd love some too.
Ta-da!
- Jen, you look stunning. - Thank you.
- There's my girl. - You know it!
What are you doing? You're supposed to be downstairs.
- I was improvising. - Well, don't.
And I was good.
Apparently, Glenda always keeps some strychnine handy.
You must be so proud.
But they were supposed to kill my ho-bag ex too, so...
who took the bullets out of the gun?
Sutton?
You're not very good at this, are you?
I knew it.
I knew she was seeing someone else.
It's not what you think.
Really, Joey no-pants?
Okay, it's what you think.
I'm in love with her, okay?
What are you doing? Just being a dick, getting your rocks off?
I love her too.
Or maybe it's less. I don't... What's the right answer?
Why don't you try honesty, Joey, for once in your life?
Honesty is the only thing that's gonna get you out of here alive.
Gina...
I just got this suit. It's Armani.
Do you love her or not?
I love her.
Wrong answer.
Wait, I'm confused.
- So how did Gina get the gun? - Okay, so...
Glenda knew they were gonna need a gun to take care of Tiff for me,
so they asked Auntie Gina to get 'em one for their birthday.
Now, this is called a Sutty Butty Butthole.
It tastes much better than it sounds.
Actually, it sounds delicious.
What a cool aunt.
But then Gina took the gun to deal with Joey.
Tricky minx.
She shot him and hid his body in the elevator.
She's clearly a sociopath, not to mention smokin' hot.
I might have to look her up later.
But... she's been sleeping with Tiffany for years,
just like Joey.
- Aren't you upset at that, Chucky? - Yeah.
I think I need a hug.
You like to be hugged.
You're such a big boy.
Now, there's just one more thing.
The network's concerned fans might have missed
seeing yours truly in action.
Plus, they've probably missed hearing
my ten allotted F-bombs.
Wait, they only give you ten F-bombs per episode?
Liv, can you help me out?
How?
Roll the tape.
- I want Chucky to kill me. - Isn't that a dream?
It's a dream. I don't want a starring role. I don't want a lead.
I just want to be brutally murdered by Chucky.
Come on now, Chucky, you know I was only kid...
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
This concludes our very special episode of "Chucky."
Tune in again next week
as I continue to torture those dipshit kids.
Good night and sweet dreams.
Fuck, fuck, fu...
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