Previously on Chucky...
God damn it. This house isn't evil enough.
We've gotta think bigger.
Millions have died because of the decisions
made inside those walls.
Jennifer Tilly, for the crime of murder in the first degree,
you are hereby sentenced to death.
Fais d'elle ma marionette!
Is there anything I can get for you?
On my way in, I counted six guards.
What I need from you is to get a single personal item
from each one of these guards and bring it to me.
Give it to me straight, Doc.
There's got to be something you can do.
I can't actually die.
It will take an evil of a magnitude
even you can't comprehend.
I'm intrigued.
I miss him too.
You don't have to miss him, Daddy. He's right there.
There's a killer stalking the White House,
and you're insisting on throwing a party.
I'm insisting on setting a trap.
They can be my last three sacred offerings.
And I'll be free of this curse.
That's a nice costume you have there.
You lost?
Hey.
- Where is Caroline? - Who's Caroline?
I knew it. You just used me to get inside,
just like everyone else.
I just wish I could go to the White House with you.
It's just till I kill six people.
It'll fly by.
Damballa! Why have you forsaken me?
I'm fucking dying!
Ladies and gentlemen,
as your Commander in Chief,
it is my duty to confront the terrible weight
of any loss that we suffer on the battlefield.
As many of you know,
my family and I are no strangers to tragedy.
And while this might be the White House,
for me and my family, it is also home.
We're devastated
by the tragedy that unfolded here last night.
Daddy.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Most of the guests last night were also
close friends and colleagues,
men and women that have dedicated
their entire lives to public service...
Daddy.
Many of the guests here last night were...
Mr. President?
Daddy, no.
Daddy.
Daddy, no.
Daddy.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
Obviously, these are very difficult times
for the President and the First Family.
We ask that you respect their privacy as they grieve.
Thank you.
Oh, Madam First Lady,
I didn't think you were still coming
after that debacle of a press conference.
- He's tired, is all. - Of course. You know him best.
But given the President's demeanor this morning,
I have to ask,
did you tell him about our little project?
- This cleanup we're doing? - Of course not.
James doesn't know anything about what's going on,
and that's how it's going to stay.
Secrets like that can be hard to keep. I should know.
Not when you're keeping them to protect your family
and everything you've worked to build.
Now, Mr. Pryce, any other questions,
or can I ask you some of my own?
What have you found?
Well, after the mishap on Halloween,
I did a little digging
before the Secret Service and D.C. Police
could get their paws in things.
The chandelier didn't fall by accident.
Someone loosened the bolts.
Our killer is getting more brazen.
And the bolder he gets,
the more we risk losing control of the narrative.
It might be time to change the game plan.
We could feed some of what we know to the media.
I hope you're kidding.
We're knee-deep in this.
There's no exposing the truth now.
If it comes out that we knew something,
we'll look negligent, or worse, complicit.
That's certainly a risk.
No.
The only way to protect the President,
my family, and ourselves, I'll remind you,
is to push through it.
Then there's something else you need to see.
There.
Watch there.
I'm sorry to say this, but...
we might be dealing with something else entirely.
Does that figure look familiar, Madam First Lady?
No.
It could be anything... a trick of light, glitch.
It's meaningless.
You're here to find a killer, so find him.
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Hey, guys?
Hi, Dad.
Grant, have you seen my book?
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How you holding up?
Never been better.
Right.
Hey, maybe when this is all over,
you can tell me about that girl you're seeing.
You should be using the past tense.
What is that supposed to mean?
Means it's over.
She was more interested in where I live and what my dad does for a living.
She never gave a shit about getting to know me.
Hey, hey, language.
- I'm sorry. - Henry, I'll be in the car.
Hey, buddy.
Come here for a second.
How are you, pal?
Where's your doll?
He's resting.
Why is he resting?
Because he's sick.
He's so sick.
I'm afraid he's gonna die again.
Hey.
Do you ever see Joseph?
I see him every day.
No, not the doll.
The real Joseph, your brother. Do you ever see him?
Henry.
I think it's time to go.
Hey, try and have a good day, OK, buddy?
Maybe you should get some rest.
All I'm saying is, we saw how hard it was to get to Chucky.
He knows that as long as he's in the White House,
we have to play by different rules.
It doesn't matter if he's in the White House or a White Castle.
He knows where my sister is.
I'm going to make him tell me.
Lexy's right.
Our job is the same either way.
Save Caroline, kill Chucky.
But in a hurry.
If the Halloween party is a sign of what's to come,
Chucky's out for blood.
Something doesn't make sense.
Chucky can kill anywhere he wants.
Why is he doing this?
I don't think it's a commemorative pen set.
We have to get back in there.
Yeah, slight snag.
Grant is not my biggest fan at the moment.
He was upset.
Like, "not answering my texts" upset.
- This isn't good. - Boys are so fragile.
It's all male ego-tripping bullshit with you guys.
You have to make it up with him.
Look, he feels rejected.
He thinks I used him to get a behind-the-scenes tour.
You did.
I just need to show him that I don't care at all that his dad's the president.
I just care about my sister.
So do you think you can fix it with him?
Let's see, can I manage
a proud, delicate, wounded teenage boy
who's painfully head-over-heels into me?
Yeah, I think I got this.
They don't pay me enough for this shit.
What's the point?
Do you ever feel like the thrill is gone?
Like nothing even matters anymore?
I used to live for this shit.
You dying in agony,
me gleefully watching you die in agony.
You just can't imagine how disappointing this is for me.
Now I gotta fucking clean this up.
We were right there,
and we still couldn't stop Chucky.
OK, you want to hear my plan?
You know I always love a plan.
So the White House has underground tunnels.
They've been around for decades. They go to and from the Residence.
- So all we need to do is find a tunnel. - This isn't "National Treasure," babe.
I've already looked into those tunnels.
They're not dusty caverns we access by solving riddles.
They're high security passageways,
crawling with armed guards.
Well, you know I love it when you come up with creative solutions.
Yeah, well, I'll let you know when I think of a creative solution
for a killer doll wielding voodoo magic.
Yeah.
Oh, my God. Jake, you're a genius.
How come we didn't think about this sooner?
We kill Chucky over and over.
But he always comes back, right?
Killing him normally is useless.
If Charles Lee Ray can manipulate magic,
maybe we can too.
It's time we give Chucky a taste of his own medicine,
voodoo style.
Well, where do we start?
Where do we go?
We start by searching for voodoo on the dark web.
If we combine the metadata of users who post on these sites,
it'll isolate common denominators that lead us to the main...
You want to say that in English?
Oh, a metaphysical expert. Of course.
This is where we go.
He's in Georgia, about a day's drive away.
Road trip?
Neither of us have a driver's license.
Can't be that hard.
Joseph, you look really sick.
Yeah, well, I told you, I'm dying.
You can't die, not again.
Hey, hey, watch it!
Go ahead.
I want to make you feel better.
I don't think that's possible, kid.
Are you cold? I have your favorite blankie.
Henry?
It's my face, isn't it?
Mommy, it's Teddy! He's in my room!
What? No. Sweetheart, no, Teddy is gone.
- No, he's real! - It's just your big imagination again.
He looked at me.
He was trying to tell me something.
Please go talk to him, Mommy.
OK, OK.
I'll go take a look, OK?
Please, be careful, Mommy.
Oh, Henry.
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Now I can't even get it up.
This is so embarrassing.
Was that Lexy?
No.
OK, yes.
But I'm not texting back.
I'm pretty sure it's over.
I mean, when ten people die on your first date,
it's kind of a mood killer.
On top of, you know...
the fact that she wasn't interested in me.
I'm so sorry.
I mean, she apologized, but, like...
Grant,
sometimes, the hard truth is that
apologies just aren't enough.
A relationship requires trust,
and Lexy broke yours.
The right person will be able to see and appreciate
who you are outside of all of this.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Don't let her manipulate you.
Yeah.
OK, Mom, I get it. Be careful.
Aren't you supposed to keep stalkers away from me?
Yeah, well, who's stalking who in this scenario?
Look, all I'm saying is, stop staring at her texts
and talk to the girl in person,
like a big boy.
There you go.
Hey, Grant.
Hey, Lexy.
I wanted to offer my condolences
for what happened at the party.
Is that it?
Been trying to get a hold of you.
Look,
you know I know how much it sucks
to be seen as just the kid of some politician,
to wonder if your friends like you
or just your family connections.
- You're saying that, but... - I'm not finished.
To me,
you're more than just the First Son.
You're funny and a good brother
and a surprisingly great dancer.
And you know what it's like
to go through some serious shit.
To lose someone you love.
Not everyone understands that.
I don't know, is there any way that we could just, like...
start over?
Hi. I'm Grant.
Nice to meet you.
Pretend popular,
actual loner.
You're the first person I've...
liked so much.
Ever.
I like you too.
Grant...
About Henry's doll.
Caroline had the same doll a few years back, and...
I'm sorry, sir.
But homeroom is starting.
Why don't you two make a plan for another time?
Yeah...
would you want to come over again for, like, a movie night or something?
Yeah. Yeah, totally. How's this weekend?
Oh, and can Jake and Devon come too?
Why? I don't think they really like me.
Of course they do. I like you, and they're my family.
All right, I'll text you.
Bye.
OK, tell me about this...
curse you contracted, Jake.
Stop.
Why are you here?
Are you familiar with this doll?
I can't disclose information on other patients.
- Oh, come on. - Wait.
So you're saying Chucky's one of your patients.
Unfortunately, as a physician, I am una...
Don't give us any bullshit about the Hippocratic Oath.
Your website clearly states that the only oath you've ever taken
is to your one true lord, Damballa.
Fine.
I treated Charles recently.
- Tell us how to kill him. - Treated for what, exactly?
My apologies, but I have sick patients
with actual curses to attend to.
Please.
He's killed everyone we've ever loved.
My mom, his dad,
the woman who took us in after,
even Jake's eight-year-old foster brother.
We can't live like this anymore.
Dr. Rosen, please!
I'm in agony!
Charles is dying.
Chucky's died before.
A lot.
He won't stay dead.
He'll just move into a new body and leave the dying one behind.
We have to kill his soul,
make it so Chucky can never come back again.
Charles' soul is tainted with Christian magic.
He mentioned something about a botched exorcism that...
That was you guys.
Well, in his current state, he is unable to combat
the Catholic cancer that has taken root.
- Meaning... - Meaning he can't jump
to another vessel until this...
affliction is expunged.
Considering his advanced state and the diminishing time
with which he has to reverse the situation,
like I said, Charles is dying.
He's gonna die, soon,
which does not mean that he will cease to exist.
His soul will cross over to the spirit realm.
Wait, so is Chucky a spirit or a soul?
Spirit, soul. To-may-to, to-may-to.
- To-mah-to. - Exactly.
Well, how do we get to the spirit realm?
By dying. Duh.
As a physician,
my advice is, pursue Charles no further.
Only death and suffering await you on this path.
Have a nice day.
James?
What are you doing home?
I could ask you the same question.
- Is everything OK? - No.
No, things haven't been for some time now.
What does that mean?
It's Henry.
And his obsession with ghosts and Joseph.
I've been meaning to talk to you about that.
He says he saw Teddy's ghost in his bedroom.
I think he's getting worse.
I think Teddy's death is bringing up some unresolved feelings
- about Joseph and... - Charlotte, I believe him.
I've seen Joseph.
James.
At the Halloween gala. I saw him.
No, James, that was Henry's doll.
No, Charlotte, it was him.
Why didn't you tell me?
We used to tell each other everything.
What am I supposed to say?
That I see ghosts?
- Isn't that what you're telling me now? - It's different now
because I'm sure what I saw was real.
At the press conference yesterday,
Joseph was there again.
He sat there watching me.
He was watching me, Charlotte,
reminding me of all my failures.
No, you haven't failed.
Joseph was sick.
There's nothing any of us could have done to save him.
Remember what Dr. Schneider said in therapy?
Sometimes our mind finds ways
- of helping us cope with our grief. - Don't do this to me. Charlotte.
- But maybe you just need some rest. - Don't treat me like a child.
I know what I saw. I saw our son.
Tell me I'm going crazy.
Tell me I'm losing my mind.
Explain it to me because I'm trying to understand, you know?
Do you think I'm heartless?
That I don't mourn Joseph too?
That you and Henry are the only ones
with a hole inside you where he used to be?
I think about him every day.
Every time I walk past his room,
find something of his,
or watch our boys struggle to grow up
without their baby brother...
I can't dwell on that.
I have to be strong for our family.
If you need to see Dr. Schneider again
to help you cope with our loss, I can arrange that.
But I need you...
I need you...
to get a hold of yourself.
I cannot be the only one keeping this family together,
not alone and not anymore.
How could you? What have you done?
You've done this.
Mommy has to go now.
And you have to be a good boy.
What a fucking joke.
Because you promised us.
And this one?
He didn't even get a franchise.
God, no.
Kill me now.
That little bitch!
She stole my moves.
Fuck you, Ma-three-gan.
Security!
Within the impenetrable walls of the Cutler unit
just behind me,
actress Jennifer Tilly is currently on death row,
awaiting execution.
Oh, Tiff.
Who would've thought it would all end like this?
The doctor was pretty convinced we were gonna get ourselves killed.
Yeah, well, he doesn't know us.
I mean, we survived this long, anyways, so.
It just seems like it's gonna catch up to us someday.
There are so many things I still want to do,
especially with you.
Oh, yeah?
Like what?
You know...
I mean, we're not gonna get back until late anyway.
True.
You have something in mind?
That was awesome.
I know.
Elio, Elio, Elio.
Oliver, Oliver...
wait, call me by my name.
Devon, Devon, Devon.
That's better.
I never want to leave this room.
Me neither.
I feel different.
Good different.
I feel the same.
It's like...
- No, it's gonna sound stupid. - No.
I feel closer to you now,
like nothing can ever come between us.
I know it... I know it... it sounds cheesy.
I feel the same.
I love you.
I love you more, Devon.
That's not possible.
You ever been to California?
No.
I've always wanted to go.
I mean, maybe when this is all over,
we can go on a... like a cross-country trip.
Visit every state, like Nebraska.
I mean, what's even in Nebraska?
Yeah, sure. Yeah, we could do that.
If this is ever over.
You OK?
Fine.
What's going on?
Just...
we don't have to go back, you know?
We can still go on that trip, now.
Devon.
Chucky's dying like the doctor said.
We can run away together.
No more waiting. Let's be done with it.
I'm afraid if you go back...
Jake, I can't lose you.
Devon, you know we can't leave Lexy.
- She's our family. - No, I know.
But she can come with us. I think we could convince her...
I know you're scared.
I am too.
We're the heroes.
We're the final girls.
We're Jamie Lee fucking Oscar-winning Curtis.
And we're gonna win this time, OK?
Right.
Let's finish this.
I can't do this anymore.
I need to tell James the truth, all of it.
You know you can't do that, Charlotte,
not after everything we've done.
May I ask what brought on this sudden change of heart?
James is losing his mind.
So is Henry.
They think they're seeing ghosts, for fuck's sake.
And it's all my fault.
I am not protecting my family.
I am destroying them.
There may be some truth to what James told you.
Are you kidding me?
Charlotte, please.
Let me explain.
No evidence, no leads.
How does a killer enter the White House,
the most secure place in the world,
and murder over a dozen people?
That is a good question, and one that you were supposed to figure out.
The answer is clear.
I don't think we're dealing with a political assassin
or a serial killer.
What we're dealing with is something supernatural.
The footage from the Halloween gala shows your son Joseph...
Oh, you want to pin the murders
on a disappearing kid, on a ghost?
Look.
Miss Tilly?
It's him again.
He won't stop calling.
You can go now.
- Hey, doll. - Chucky.
I said I didn't want to talk to you.
Even if it's your last chance?
What are you talking about?
I'm the one on death row.
I turn on the news, and you're at the White House,
moving up in the world
while I'm stuck here behind bars to rot.
I'm dying, Tiff.
OK, well...
call me when you resurrect.
I may be out of here by then.
No, I'm not gonna be resurrecting.
Not this time.
No, it's the long dirt nap for me,
the big enchilada.
I'm a fucking goner.
What are you talking about?
I screwed things up with Damballa,
didn't pay the spiritual power bill,
- and now it's lights out. - No.
No, Chucky, you're a cockroach.
You always come back.
Not this time.
You should see me.
I'm bald.
I'm withered.
I think I saw a liver spot on my...
Stop it, Chucky.
- Stop it. That's disgusting. - Worst part is,
after all the kills and all the thrills,
here at the end,
I'm not even sure what it was all for.
No, Chucky.
You've lived a great life.
And you've ended so many more.
You know, Chucky,
despite everything, despite all the times
we've tried to disembowel each other,
you're still the brilliant psychopath
I fell in love with.
And you always will be.
I love you too, Tiff.
Those three brats are gonna be coming for me.
I think I'm gonna just throw in the towel.
Pull yourself together.
You're Chucky the Killer Doll.
Don't you ever let them forget who you are.
Don't you want to go down in history
as the greatest serial killer of all time?
Think of where you are, Chucky.
You're at the fucking White House!
I say, go out in a blaze of glory
and take as many as you can with you on the way out.
The greatest of all time, huh?
You know what, doll face?
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
Daddy.
Daddy!
Daddy.
Joseph.
Daddy.
Joseph.
Daddy, look out!
It's been fun, Mr. President.
But I'll take it from here.
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Blaze of glory?
How about the whole fucking inferno?
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