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Previously on
Chucky...

Move.

Now, there's a lot going on,
so pay attention.

Jake's doll, Chucky, was alive
and killed his dad

and killed Oliver
and the cop at the hospital.

Junior's housekeeper, too,
and he wouldn't stop killing.

- Die!
- 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?
- I'm calling about the doll.

Have you checked his batteries?

My name is Nica Pierce.

Chucky, he murdered my whole family.

He split his soul into pieces.

One of those pieces is inside me,
and I'm...

- 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 US 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 gonna ask you a few
questions and get out of your hair.

Happy to do our part.

- How many members in the household?
- Just three of us.

- Ages?
- 39.

38. And Becky here
just turned seven, didn't you, Becks?

I'm a grown-up.

I bet you are.
I bet you're really smart too...

Any recent property damage?

Uh, 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.

Mmm.

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.
- Go get him. Go get him.

That is her favorite.

Hi. I'm... Charlie.

Wanna play?

You made me do this.

Do what?

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Fuck you, Andy!

Thank you
for your cooperation.

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!

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 screams 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.

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 and get back
in the classroom.

You should've 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.
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 very 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.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, no.

1960 Pontiac Parisienne
four-door wide-track.

Back when bigger
was unapologetically better.

Comfortably seats six.

Perfect for the growing family,
by the way.

389 V-8 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?

Thousand 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?

- 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 a thousand bucks.
- That's cute.

I just love that color.

Yeah, matches
your lip gloss.

What's that?

It's a hobby.

Oh.

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.

Are you...
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.
- Mm-hmm.

Tell me, do you
remember Niagara, Chucky?

You know, I'm more of a...
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 a hundred.

I call.

Too long to remember your
own honeymoon, Chucky?

Come on.

You know, my favorite part
was just being with you.

Aw, 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?

Oh, 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
would've 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 nontraditional couples
like ourselves.

The only problem is...

How do I keep you in the driver's seat
instead of that rat Chucky?

He's not on Insta.

Not on Snap.

Not on Twitter.

- Whoa.
- 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?

Like, 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 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?

Uh, 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, 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 fiancé will be
moving in immediately.

Oh, congratulations!

- That's wonderful!
- Thank... Thank you. Yes.

What brings you
to Hackensack?

Well, my fiancé
grew up here, actually.

Right in this very house.

- Oh! I...
- Mm-hmm.

It...

It's just been empty
ever since...

Ever since the murders. Yes.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh.

So it was your fiancé's parents that...

Yes.

Yes. So many memories.

Okay. You know, I almost forgot.

You've already started
getting some mail.

Oh.

Oh!

There you go.

I have
an online shopping addiction.

Okay. Well, you have
a good night, Miss Tilly.

Oh, um, 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. Mmm.

Goodbye, sweet face.

Don't wait up.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Help!

Help!

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 the keys
in case you want to listen to the radio?

Okay, um, 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.

Mom?

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-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, um, 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 our movie nights.

Maybe next week we could
do a double feature.

You could invite Jake.

- Maybe.
- Okay.

What is that?

Well, it's monofilament line.
Got it from Sam's Fishing Gear.

What I do is I stretch it across
the windows and the doors

and tie it to
Danny's teddy bear here.

If the bear moves
a quarter of an 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.

Hey, 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.

- 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!

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?

Hey, Devon! Watch this!

Mom! Mom!

Whoa!

Oh, my God!

Mom!