All language subtitles for Chucky.S03E02_[English] (SUBRIP)

Previously on fucking "Chucky"...

Last year, my sister Caroline
was kidnapped.

I'm going to find you, and
I'm going to bring you home.

Joseph doesn't want to come
to school with me today.

He wants to go
to work with you.

He wants to see
the Oval Office.

President Collins has vowed
to heal this nation

and bring us together

after years
of division and partisanship.

- What about that doll?
- Henry lost his brother.

So, if some doll gives him
any sort of comfort,

who are we to take
that from him?

But, seriously,
are you nervous?

- Terrified.
- Oh, me too.

The First Family now
returning to the White House

from the departed agent's
memorial service.

Chucky's in the White House.

How are we supposed to get

in the most secure house
in the world?

Wait, don't they do tours?

Yeah, but it--it takes weeks,

and you need to email
a representative.

What about a personal invite?

This is the president's
very cute,

very obsessed
with socials son, Grant.

He is cute.

Well, he's not as cute you.
- Doesn't even compare.

Anyway, he's our in.

He has two million followers.

He must get thousands
of DMs a day.

Killer dolls are hard.
Fuckboys are easy.

Dev, do a deep dive.

Find out everything
you can about him.

Jake, get train tickets
for the morning.

We're going to D.C.

Holy shit!

- Okay, we promise, no telling.
- Lips sealed.

Oh, my God, you guys,
have you seen the news?

I-is that Chucky
in the White House?

And I'm late
to the party, aren't I?

Yeah.

Oh, you are not
actually thinking

of going after him, are you?

No.

No way.
It is too dangerous.

I am responsible for you now.

And we're responsible
for Chucky.

I mean, we let him get
away from us twice.

You are not responsible
for the actions

of a supernaturally
possessed killer doll.

We can't just stand back

and let more innocent people
get killed.

Yeah, he killed our parents.
We have to do something.

Miss F, if you could just
please give us your blessing.

No, I'm sorry.
I-I can't let you do this.

Not alone.

I'm going with you.

Me and Joseph can't sleep.

You thinking about Teddy?

It's okay to talk about it.

Grant,
are you going to die, too?

In life...

we're going to lose people.

And it'll never be easy.

But remember
what we talked about?

Sort of.

We'll always have
our memories...

the way they laughed,

how much they loved
Fruity Pebbles,

that--that they annoyed
the crap out of us.

So...

next time
you're missing Teddy...

or Joseph...

just remember this, okay?

I don't miss Joseph.

Joseph is here.

Yeah, but, uh...

Oh.

Okay.

Henry, you know this isn't...

Never mind.

Okay.

Let's get some sleep, buddy.
I love you.

I am so stuffed,
I could not eat another thing.

Oh, watch me.

I knew you would have
a little room for more.

You are like the bottomless pit
for bacon.

Hmm.

Joseph would like
Swedish meatballs.

For breakfast?

Maybe Joseph would like
some pancakes instead

with extra syrup?
- Yeah.

That's the face
of a pancake guy.

Joseph doesn't like
fucking pancakes.

- Henry.
- Whoa, hey.

What did we say
about saying words like that?

I didn't say it.
Joseph did.

Yeah. Hey, Mom, Dad, we
should talk about--

Hold that thought, kiddo.

Your mother and I have
a very important meeting today.

Aren't they all important?

We'll talk about your choice
of words later.

Uh-huh.

Joseph wants to go
to the Oval Office again.

He had so much fun
the first time.

I love Joseph's enthusiasm
on politics,

but I think he should go
to school today.

You can't run a nation
without basic math.

But he wants to be
close to you.

I don't see the harm

in Joseph missing
one more day of school.

Shall we, Joseph?

I can't wait
to go to your office.

He doesn't talk like that.

We're so glad you could come
on such short notice, Warren.

We know you're in high demand
in this town.

Yes, Warren, thank you.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

Your reputation
certainly precedes you.

Sorry.
Would--would you prefer decaf?

I never ingest
foreign liquids.

I-I'm not usually
on coffee detail.

But since you requested
no staff,

here we are, all alone...

together.

First of all, call me Pryce.

Or as a matter of fact,
don't call me anything

if you can help it.

Better I'm a ghost around here,

that my comings and goings
remain unmolested

by any personal affinities
and/or bureaucracy.

Well, we'll see
what we can do

about snipping up
all the red tape.

Which reminds me, I'll be
needing carte-blanche access

to all White House facilities.

- Can we do that?
- Well, I think...

The protocol, it's--

I already spoke with my
associate at the Pentagon.

He's handling the details.

Just keeping you abreast.

Is there anything
about Agent Brooks

that's keeping you up at night?

Anything about his mood
in the days prior to his death?

Any untoward associations,
debts, enemies?

To be perfectly candid,
Mr. Pryce,

I think this meeting
is ghoulish.

I didn't want to have it.
- Charlotte--

I'm sorry, but Teddy's death
was a tragedy.

Can't we just let him
rest in peace

instead of impugning
his reputation?

Ma'am, I'm not here
to make any moral judgments

about what's in a man's heart
in the days prior to his death.

I'm here to take out
the garbage.

Gar--

Now, wait a second.

Teddy Brooks was a fine man.

No man is purely garbage.

But can a man keep
the wrong company,

become entangled, and endanger
the entire nation as a result?

Are you suggesting my son's
Secret Service agent was a spy?

I'm saying his death
isn't without suspicion.

What is that?

Oh.

Our son Henry has taken
to this doll

in a way that we find
perhaps a bit odd,

but it seems to be therapeutic.

The doll's name is Joseph.

Like your deceased son.

Yeah.

Your mail, Mr. President.

- Thank you. Uh, Sam?
- Mm-hmm.

Have you seen
my letter opener?

Oh.
I, uh, haven't, sir.

It's a rare

Eleanor Roosevelt
letter opener.

I got it from Barack as a gift.

Barack still owes me
ten bucks...

An ill-advised NBA wager.

Never bet on the Knicks.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to check out
the crime scene

while Henry's still in school.

So it turns out Grant is
more than your average fuckboy.

- Oh?
- Yep.

I mean, he still is a fuckboy,
but he follows a lot

of weird, offbeat accounts
about conspiracy theories

and obscure historical facts.

Sounds like you want to slide
into his DMs, Dev.

Are you sure
he doesn't do that for show?

I mean, he posts
in the White House a lot,

more than my mother,
rest her soul, ever did.

He also follows a lot
of accounts about grief.

Oh.

We thought you should tackle
this two ways.

One, you look hot.

Thank you.

Two, instead
of full-blown sexpot,

what if you focus
on, like, your feelings?

Try to connect to Grant
over his grief

about his dead brother.

Yeah.

I like that.

Hi.

My name is Lexy.

I'm reaching out
to Grant Collins

at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue because...

I need help.

My sister Caroline
is still missing.

What's good, everyone?

A lot of you have been asking

to see inside the exclusive
Fisher Friends School,

so I figured,

why not give 'em a little
vibe check on my student body?

Hey, Lyle.
Say hey to my followers.

Loser.

Hi.

My name is Lexy.

I'm reaching out
to Grant Collins

at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue because...

I need help.

My sister Caroline
is still missing.

To bring her home, we need
to keep her name

in people's mouths,
in their minds.

You can help me,
Grant Collins.

Please help me.

"Hey, girl"?

Really?
That's his opener?

He probably sent that
to 25 other girls today.

Those girls aren't me.

Now, can the master please work
in silence?

Seems like it's going good.

Going well.

Okay.

I'm pulling the trigger.

"I really like your energy.

"We should meet in person--
you, me, and my friends.

Tomorrow maybe"?

"Come to Balzac's coffee shop
at DuPont Circle, 3:00 p.m."

Evening, Mr. President.

Here is the afternoon mail.

Did you ever find
the letter opener?

I did not.

I also managed to lose track
of Henry's doll somehow.

It's, um--it's been
a stressful day, sir.

Yeah.

Has anyone else
been in there today?

- Absolutely not.
- Okay.

Well, uh, good night, Samantha.
- Good night, sir.

Night, Coop.

Uh-huh.

Holy shit.

That is awesome.

Hey, do I look upside down
to you right now?

That's two down,

four to go.

But who's fucking counting?

Marine?

Semper Fi.

Where are you right now?

Me?

You've been furrowing your
brow for the last 15 minutes.

I was thinking about Teddy
and his family.

Everything you said
this morning to Pryce--

I agree with you, we need to
protect the American people,

but I can't get Teddy's family
out of my mind...

Everything
they're going through...

that pain.

- We know it.
- Yeah, we do.

Hey.

Um...

I'm going to go check on Henry.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God,
what are we going to do?

We--we--we need to call
the police.

- Ma'am.
- We need the FBI in here.

- We need Coop. Where's--
- Ma'am.

- I will go get him right now.
- Ma'am!

Mrs. Collins, I need you
to get a hold of yourself.

There is a killer
in the White House.

We know that now.

It's safe to assume
that the killer

is also responsible
for Agent Brooks's death.

That's exactly
why we need to--

Think about what's
at stake here,

the first independent president
in U.S. history,

your husband's promise
to heal this nation,

his legacy
and our country's future

hanging in the balance,
Mrs. Collins.

We can't let this get out.

Evening, Sergeant.

Spencer.
Hi.

Um, he's already gone up.

What are you doing here
so late?

I-I was looking
for Henry's doll.

Have you s-seen it?
- Uh, no.

But, luckily, that's
the least of our problems.

How's he doing?

Henry?
Oh, uh...

You know, it's been hard.

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah.

Well, get some sleep.

Let's connect
first thing tomorrow?

Absolutely.
Good night.

Sorry about your antique.

- Still no Samantha?
- I'm afraid not, sir.

Don't get me wrong, Lucy.

We're grateful
to have you here.

It's just--
it's not like Samantha

to be out this long
without checking in.

You've got Sam.
Leave a message.

Would you send someone
to check on her,

see if she needs anything?
- Of course.

Thank you, Lucy.

Yep, that's him.

Okay, remember,
guys, this hangout

is key to getting to Chucky,

so don't say anything
about Chucky.

Fine by me.

I hate how much breath
we waste on that asshole.

Okay, so great Grant topics
include television,

viral videos, Grant,
and girls, aka Lexy.

Okay, let's go.
We got shit to do.

Oh, oh.

Okay, listen,
I will be right outside

if anything goes sideways.

And in the event
it goes really sideways,

we're going to meet
back at home base--

Watergate Hotel, room 1105.

Here's 20 bucks.
Be safe.

Sorry, we're closed.

Lexy.

Hey.

How are you? Thanks for coming.
- Good.

- So good to see you.
- Yeah.

- Oh, I'm Grant.
- Devon.

How's it going?
What's up?

- Hey.
- Grant.

They're with me.
They're just my friends.

Calm down, okay?

Here they are, IRL.

Go ahead.

I didn't know
what you guys wanted,

so I figured,
why not get it all?

'Cause I can.

My bistro is your bistro.

Okay.

So...

you guys ever been
to D.C. before?

It's, like, the best city
in the world.

- First time.
- Same.

I mean, we're all
Jersey born and raised.

So...
- Hackensack strong.

Wow.

Living in Hackensack
must feel so...

real.

Must be so amped to be here.

So glad I saw your vid, Lex.

I get so many tags a day,

it's hard for any of them
to stand out, you know.

Yeah, I can't imagine.

Oh, um, I'm assuming
you boys have TikTok.

Um, yeah, actually, I'm a fan
of, uh, Conspiratorial Tory.

I think you follow her, too.
- Yeah, hold on.

It says you guys
don't follow me?

Take your phones out now.

You guys--you guys
got to follow me.

- Right now?
- Uh...

uh, so, Grant, do you
watch "Outer Banks"?

Oh, mm-hmm.
Total kook here.

Recent Pogue, unfortunately.

I'd love to talk spoilers.
- Mm, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Lean in.
- Oh, no, that's okay.

From that angle.
- Mm.

- But from this angle...
- Oh, there we go.

- Yeah.
- Oh, it does look better.

A couple minutes, then
we got to head out, Grant.

Uh, I'm guessing the
bathroom's over there, right?

Yeah, me too.

Um...

So...

I'm really glad
that we got to do this.

Really loving your vibes.

Totally.

Um, and, look,
about your sister...

um...

I'll do what I can to help.

Thanks.

Okay.

Um, that was
a total boner killer.

Whoo! Okay, uh, let's talk
about something else.

I don't know.
I mean, I just--

This feels cool.

Yeah, I mean, two hot people
meeting usually does.

Yeah.

Okay, well, then...

I'd like to see you again.

You ever been
to the White House?

James...

I heard
from Samantha's brother.

She checked herself into rehab.

She drinks?

I don't know.
I thought it was rude to ask.

That's awful--
struggling silently.

I--

I never would have thought.

I should look into visiting.

No.

No, he said no visitors,
not for the first few weeks.

Jesus.

First Teddy, now Samantha.

I feel like we don't even know

the people
working with us anymore,

people we're raising our kids alongside.

Can--can we just...

go to bed?

Come on.
- Oh, baby.

Oh.

I can't.

I can't. I--

Spencer says
we're down three points.

- Oh, three points.
- Yeah.

The United States will
still be there in the morning.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

You're going back
to the office, aren't you?

And you're going
to get sainthood

for putting up with me.
- Mm.

Thank you.

♪ Take a breath,
take a walk... ♪

I want to make
so much love to you.

That was terrible, wasn't it?
- It was pretty bad, yeah.

♪ I was waiting
for the moment ♪

♪ For the right time

♪ I was left out
in the dark... ♪

But I still liked it,
and I love you...

So let's fucking do this.

I love when you say "fuck."

I was just asking
for a gluten-free bun.

It's not that hard, you know?

Hi.

And I'm going to go
on a walk.

Yeah.

Oh--I'll just...

You can't forbid me
from seeing my friends.

Grant,
you don't even know them.

Yeah, I do.
They're--they're my friends.

We looked into them,
like I promised,

and they're bad news,
kind of shockingly bad news.

Jesus, Mom, they're--they're
orphans, not terrorists.

I just don't feel comfortable
inviting them.

I'm sorry.
- Come on.

This isn't even about security.
It's just optics, isn't it?

You don't want me hanging out

with anyone
who's not PR approved.

Grant, we're under
a lot of scrutiny right now,

e-especially after Teddy,
and I--

Why don't you invite the
mayor's son?

W-what's his name?
He's in your year.

Alex?
What about him?

Why don't you invite him
to the Halloween gala instead?

Because Alex isn't even,
like, a-a real person.

None of them are at school.

None of them
have ever had anything,

like, happen to them.

I feel like I actually
have something

in common with these kids.

They...

they get me.

I guess, um...

I could meet
with their foster mother,

tell her a little bit about
the expectations and protocols

and see if she thinks
that they can handle it.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

I mean, like, yeah, I guess
if you have to do that,

that's cool.

Normal kids just get
to have friends, so...

Now, boys, I know
that you love each other,

and I support you 100%.

Consummating, uh,
your relationship

is an important milestone
for every couple,

but we need
to cover some basics first

and establish
some boundaries, okay?

This isn't a bathhouse.

- What's a bathhouse?
- I'll, uh, tell you later.

Okay.
First up, safe sex.

Do we understand
that even without a, um--

a female involved, there's
still some safety concerns.

- You can skip that one.
- Yes.

Fantastic.

Next up,

"teens may have some confusion
about positions

while topping and bottoming."

We're good there, too.

- We are?
- We'll talk.

Okay.
"Prepping for penetration"--

- Stop, stop.
- Oh, oh, oh, my God.

Uh, okay, You know what?

Um, why don't I actually just
give these to you guys

and you can go over
them on your own time?

Great idea.

Wonderful.

Good chat.

Thanks, Miss F.

And you--just please feel
free to come to me

with any questions
or concerns or...

you know, questions,
all of that.

For real, though...

we appreciate it.

We'll make sure
you guys are gone

for longer than ten
minutes next time.

That's all any parent
could ask for.

Jake, your, uh, shirt's
on inside out.

Okay...

William Jennings Bryan's
Cross of Gold speech in 1896

was a polemic against...?

Gold?

What, so he just,
like, hated gold?

Doesn't make any sense.

Honestly, I don't even know
what "polemic" means.

Come on, guys.

Miss F.
is going to be pissed

if we haven't finished this
when she gets back.

Who gives a shit?

We should be figuring out
how to get Chucky and--

Miss F. will get
us the invitation.

And then what? Once we get
into the Halloween gala,

how are we supposed
to find Chucky?

How do we get him alone?

How do we get him to tell us
where Caroline is?

How--
- Okay, yeah, you're right.

Let's make a plan.

Well, it's
the fucking White House,

so no chance for getting
any knives in.

That doesn't mean
we're totally defenseless.

Coco Chanel says,
in fashion, form is function.

We can make the costumes
work for us.

We have to assume
Chucky will stay upstairs

in the residence,

so we'll need Grant
to invite us up.

Me and Jake can find Chucky,

but you'll have to keep
Grant distracted.

As much
as I would rather not,

that won't be a problem.

Mrs. Collins is very kind.

You'll be just fine.

They have suffered
enormous tragedy.

But instead of closing
themselves off to the world,

they've only become more
compassionate and sensitive.

And they are very loyal.

They have fought so hard

to keep their little
family unit together.

A lot of the credit there
is due to you, I imagine.

Oh, just wish
I'd taken them in earlier,

though I'm not sure my budget
could have handled it.

It seems like they
go through a week's worth

of groceries every day.

Well, I do not envy you there.

I've got my hands full
with one teenager, honestly.

Mm.

I know that you know
what it looks like

when children shoulder
too much grief too young.

I live for the moments where
they just get to act like kids.

And lately, I think
they've been finding

those moments with your son.

I'd be willing to bet that
Grant feels the same way.

Will you excuse me
for a moment?

Of course.

My team ran a private
ballistics analysis

on Agent Brooks's death.
- And?

Though technically possible,
it is extremely unlikely

that Agent Brooks
handled the gun

at such a dramatically
low angle to take his own life.

What exactly
are we dealing with here?

We're dealing
with a professional,

someone with absolutely
no respect whatsoever

for human life,

someone very clever,
extremely dangerous,

and very, very ill.

I just couldn't resist
the thought

of making those kids orphans
one more time.

Fuck.

Ugh.

Three down, three to go.

And yet you're no closer
to catching this killer?

You promised me results

if I let you talk me
into going along with this.

I don't think that I talked you

into going along with anything,

all due respect,
of course, ma'am.

And the result
that you are speaking of

is your husband's
legacy remains intact.

And my family is in danger.

Whoever killed Teddy and
Samantha is still out there.

I will do whatever it takes
to protect James

and the promises we made
to the American people,

but you need to hold up your
end of the bargain

and find him!

Go ahead.

It's for you, Mrs. President.

Yes, hello.
Who is this?

Since you like
cleaning up after me,

I thought I'd leave you
a fresh one.

Wrapped it up nice
and pretty, too,

just like Christmas morning.

Oh.

The flag
is the murder weapon.

It's also the message.

The killer knows
the American government

will continue to cover up
his crimes.

No, not anymore.
T-t-t-this--this is over.

I-I'm calling the police.

I, uh...

I wouldn't do that,
Mrs. Collins.

What is this?

I didn't vote
for your husband...

Not that I don't think
he's an honorable man.

I do.

And he is.

But his platform--

transparency...

Not on my watch,

not in this beautiful country
for which I am prepared to die

at a moment's notice.

America...

is built on secrets, ma'am,

and it would be a shame
for this one to get out.

Your husband's presidency

will be over
before it barely began,

before he had a chance
to really do some good.

And I hate to think
of the effect

it could have on your two boys.
- How dare you?

This is none of your business.

This is between me
and my husband,

and it was resolved between us
long before the election.

I understand.

It's very personal.

You think you know me.

You don't know me.

You don't know my family,

and you certainly
don't know my husband.

But I do know
what he stands for.

And I think that's
worth protecting.

Wouldn't you agree?

I hope this rug
isn't an antique.

She should be back by now.

It doesn't help
to keep saying that.

I'm texting Grant.

Okay, Grant says
that his mom met with her

and it went super well.

We're going to be invited.

Great.

It's her.

Hey, hey, hey,
hold on, hold on.

The Wi-Fi's surprisingly
crappy here.

Uh, there we go.

Can you see me now?

Where's Miss Fairchild?

Oh, I'm sorry, Jake.

She had to go
spend some quality time

with your dead parents
in hell.

They even cleaned up my mess
for me.

God bless America.

We're coming for you, Chucky.

No.

I'm waiting for you, Lexy.

I'm waiting
on pins and needles

for all of you.

I got a feeling
that this is going to be

our bloodiest Halloween yet.