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Previously on "Chucky"...

- Hey, Dad, check it out.
- Hi, I'm Chucky.

Andy Warhol once said

just because something's
been thrown away

doesn't make it garbage.

- Wasn't Warhol gay too?
- What is going on?

- Lexy's new GoFundMe.
- Here you go, Wheeler.

Don't spend it all in one place.

- Okay if I sit here?
- Yeah.

I'm in the talent show tomorrow.

- You should come.
- I'll check it out.

And is that Jake Wheeler?

Now's your chance to tell Dev

and his mom what you really think.

You just care that they know I'm a fag!

I'm your friend till the end.

You get that now, Jake.

We all have our secrets.

I really need to see you.
Can I call you tomorrow?

Right, Bree?

Dad?

- What are we calling it?
- Death by misadventure.

For now.

You really are Charles Lee Ray.

Now, let's talk about that bitch Lexy.

_

Charles, time for bed.

Ah...

- _
- Good morning, Hackenslashers.

- _
- It's October 31st.

In most cities, Halloween means

ghosts and goblins, candy and costumes,

a night when young and old alike

can give free expression
to their inner ids

from magical unicorns
to slutty zombies.

But here in Hackensack,

Halloween also means
bloodshed and butchery.

That's because, historically speaking,

violence in our fair city

has always spiked on Halloween.

Maybe it's because we celebrate it

all day long here.

Remember the year a group of
deranged trick-or-treaters

broke into the Candy
Emporium downtown?

It wasn't pretty.

And who can forget just last year,

when Ms. Fairchild sliced
her hand carving pumpkins?

She ended up with 15 stitches.

Plus, this year,

Halloween just happens
to fall on a full moon,

another sign of doom and destruction.

So tonight, Hackenslashers,
be on the lookout

for all kinds of shit
to really hit the fan.

You okay back there, buddy?

Yeah, it's just... My seat's hot.

Oh, Jake, I'm sorry.
You can turn that down.

There's a switch over
there on the right.

You know, long periods of exposure

can cause second-degree burns.

It's called Toasted Skin Syndrome.

That's ridiculous.

Look it up. It happens.

Not in a Lexus, it doesn't.

Jake, don't pay any
attention to him, sweetheart.

Remind me, what's your
protein intake this week?

Uh, 50 grams a day?

Oof, you should bump that up to 75.

But Dad, state's not till the 15th.

Plus, I'm not a sprinter,

and I only weighed 105 this morning.

We don't want you getting injured

a week before the most
important race of your life.

Just have a Clif Bar before lunch, okay?

Okay.

Have a good day at school, Junior.

Still with the nightmares?

You can take another
week if you need it.

No, I actually think, at
this point, that it's better

that I get out of the house.

Jake, aren't you comfortable with us?

You can be honest.

No. I mean, I am comfortable.

Anyway, you guys have been really great.

I appreciate it.

I should go.

Hey, Jake?

Yeah?

For lunch.

Have a good day.

It's gonna take more than that.

Why is he back at school?

What happened to his dad?

Did you see what he did with that doll?

Hey, Jake, good to see you back.

- How you doing?
- Hey, Oliver.

- I'm okay.
- You didn't miss much.

Ms. F dropped a pop quiz,
and then Junior's pissed

about what you said about me and Lex.

- You mean what Chucky said.
- Right.

That shit was hilarious.

Look, Jake, I just wanted
to express my condolences.

- Thanks.
- And I wanted to apologize

for every time I ever gave you shit.

That was not cool. I'm really sorry.

Okay.

I'm having a party tonight,

and I think it'd be really
good for you if you came.

- A Halloween party?
- Yep.

Costumes, Coronas, and candy,

and we're not talking M&Ms.

My parents are in
London for the weekend,

so it's gonna be sick.

- I don't have a costume.
- It's all right.

Just bring Chucky.

They should have
suspended his Walmart ass.

And they totally would
have if your idiot uncle

hadn't stuck his finger
in the freaking toaster.

He was a drunk.

He was like an accident
waiting to happen.

It's actually really sad.

Yeah, it really is. So sad.

But, you know,

fuck Jake Wheeler with a chainsaw.

You're not the only one, okay?

I mean, what about what he said
to my mom... "you got a secret"?

That's some creepy shit.

Anyway, McVey told him
he can't bring that thing

to school anymore.

It's disruptive, so I
guess that's something.

I just can't believe

Oliver's actually
inviting him to the party.

So what are you wearing tonight?

You'll see.

I don't know. What if I'm not into it?

I wasn't aware I had
to get your approval.

Did you get Oliver's approval?

I might if you keep pushing me.

Sorry, sorry.

So what is it?

Hot Hermione? Hot Hit-Girl?

Hot harlot?

Down, bae. It's a surprise.

But I promise you it's gonna be hot.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Jake.

I'm sorry.

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

- I've been thinking about you.
- You have?

About what you've been going through.

You know, my dad died when I was nine.

Yeah, I remember.

I think the worst part is
what it did to me and my mom.

When I was little, we were super close,

but now we barely even talk.

I think I remind her of him, you know?

Look, the point is, I would have never

gotten through it without my friends.

Look, we don't know
each other very well.

We don't know each other at all.

You going to Oliver's party tonight?

I think so, yeah.

Awesome. Bringing Chucky?

- I don't know.
- Why not?

You two really killed the other night.

At the talent show.

So where is he, anyway?

Ugh.

Hm.

Oh.

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Oh, Logan changed the code.

It's "bell lap" now.

Hey, you want a popsicle?

No. Thank you.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's just, I don't need you

offering me popsicles in my own house.

You know what I mean?

Annie's been making those for me

since I was three years old.

So?

So could you just stop
trying so fucking hard?

Okay?

Oh, no.

Call 911.

What are you doing?

Call 911!

Shit.

Oh, God.

- Where are the boys?
- It's okay.

They're all right.

They're with the grief counselor.

- Forgive me.
- Not at all.

It's just, I know it's a cliché,

but Annie really was
a part of this family.

Bree, I'm so sorry.
What was her home address?

Oh, this is embarrassing.

Um, she lived on the south side?

She always took the bus in.

Okay. What about next of kin, family?

Anybody we should notify?

I don't think she had
anyone besides us, did she?

She has a brother, I think.

He lives in D.C... Baltimore.

- Okay, we'll check it out.
- How could this happen?

Well, turns out it happens
more often than you think.

Happened to a woman up in
Vancouver just last year.

Some people will load
the knives blade up

'cause they think it'll get it cleaner.

It's a fallacy, by the way.

All it takes is one little slip.

Or one little push.

- Sean.
- What are you saying?

Well, I'm just saying,

this is the second "freak
accident" in this town

in less than a week,

and your nephew has had
a ringside seat for both.

- Sean.
- What?

But we know from all
the door cam footage

that no one set foot inside this house

before the boys got home from school.

Annie must have been dead

before they came through that door.

Unless they're covering for each other.

Sean, please, let me handle this, okay?

Handle what?

Yes, what exactly are you saying?

Look, I'm sorry to have to ask you this,

but did Jake have any issues with Annie?

- What?
- No!

That's ridiculous.
He barely even knew her.

I mean, they just met last week.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe she resented having
to deal with someone new.

No. Annie was a saint.

She welcomed him with open arms

like she did everyone.

- What about Junior?
- What?

Bree, I have to ask.

Junior loved Annie!

She practically raised him.

- What the fuck did you do?
- I didn't do it.

What?

Swear to God I didn't kill her.

What do you think, I'm a complete moron?

Come on, Jake, you gotta believe me!

I'm your friend till the end.

Get fucked with that shit.

I'm not six years old. Give me that.

Gotta say, writing's not your forte.

- Stick to sculpture.
- Fuck you.

You should just call it
"Devon, Devon, Devon."

Shut up.

You know, I have a queer kid.

You have a kid?

Genderfluid.

And you're cool with it?

I'm not a monster, Jake.

No, you are. You killed Annie!

Come on, man. Think.

Why would I kill Annie?

You and me, we only kill
people who have it coming.

No. No, I don't kill anyone.

And I don't want you
to kill anyone else.

It wasn't me! Accidents happen, Jake.

More often than murder, and
way more often than murders

committed by
supernaturally-possessed dolls.

That's just basic math.

And let me remind you

that I could have killed
anybody in this house

during the last week at any time,

including you.

- So why haven't you?
- I told you.

I'm trying to help you.

Look around, kid!

Take a good look at where you are.

A long way from that
shithole you used to live in

with that shitheel who liked
using you for a punching bag.

I'm the one friend you got, Jake.

And I'm telling you,

I did not kill the damn housekeeper.

I got my sights set on bigger game.

Chucky, no.

You of all people should know

some people deserve to die.

You heard what they
said. It was an accident.

No, what I heard was that

it was an astronomical coincidence,

the chances of which actually happening

are about a billion to one.

We watched him grow up.

He's not a violent kid.
He's just traumatized.

We're all traumatized.

I mean, are we even qualified
to look after a boy like this?

A boy like what?

Okay.

You yourself said many
times that you were worried

that your brother was
a bad influence on him,

especially after Mary died.

Logan, we don't have a clue
what's going on in his head.

We could say the same for Junior.

No one knows what's going
on inside their heads.

Bree, they're teenagers.

You know exactly what
Junior is thinking,

24 hours a day, consciously
or unconsciously,

and it's pleasing you.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

You're pushing him too hard, Logan.

I'm worried about him.

Bree, I'm just trying
to help him succeed.

What the hell are you doing?

Was gonna ask you the same thing.

Wait, no, that's... That's not...

Stay away from her.

I didn't do that.

What the hell?

Chucky, I told you, back off.

I'm not letting you.

What are you gonna do about it?

Ugh!

I'm sorry. Did you say dishwasher?

Jesus. What did Evan say?

Look.

Okay.

Was there any press this time?

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Okay, I've got to go. Got to go.

Take this. Look. Look, look, look.

Oh, honey, that's so good.

I'm speechless. It's incredible.

All that detail after seeing him

for, what, five minutes?

- Eidetic memory.
- Yeah.

Baby, can you remember his name?

- Chucky.
- Yes, that's right.

Caroline, would you maybe
like to meet Chucky sometime?

I bet your sister
could make that happen.

What?

Oh, no, I'd be too scared.

- Why, honey?
- What if he doesn't like me?

Why are you encouraging this?

That thing belongs to Jake Wheeler.

And I'm sorry, but did you not hear him

talking shit about
me at the talent show?

Honey, you're overreacting.
It was a joke!

In a way, you should be flattered.

The whole thing was all about you.

Oh, Dad, that's fucking awesome.

I'm just so thrilled you
all found it so amusing.

As usual, you both totally
ignore what's going on with me.

It's called bullying. He's a bully.

Who's a bully? Chucky?

No. No, honey, he's not.

Give me a break.

Will you take a look at this?

Here, sweetie.

It's hideous.

Lexy, your sister has a gift,

and she's better at this
than you've ever been

at anything in your entire life.

- Michelle!
- No, I'm sorry.

I just can't take her attitude anymore.

It breaks my heart.

Your sister adores you.

She barely knows I exist.

And it's obvious neither do you guys.

Where do you think you're going?

To get ready for Oliver's party.

No, you're taking your
sister trick-or-treating.

I have a costume. It was expensive.

And I have the Hacky Halloween Ball,

and your father has to be with me.

"The Daily Voice" is doing a story

on Hackensack's very
first first husband.

Besides, Dr. Mixter says that Halloween

is the perfect opportunity
for you girls to bond.

Bond?

She doesn't even like to be touched.

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Annie? Their housekeeper?

What happened?

An accident. Another accident.

She used to make popsicles

when we were at Junior's after school.

She was really nice.

I know. It's very sad.

Look, I have to head back
to the office for a while.

Did you eat anything?

I'll have something at the party.

Junior going?

Yep. Lexy too.

What about Jake?

How would I know?

It's not like we hang in the same crowd.

Even now that he's living at Junior's?

No.

Dev, did Jake ever say
anything about his father?

About his father hurting him?

What do you mean?

Like, maybe because he's gay?

- How would I know?
- I don't know.

Mom, what are we talking about?

I'm just doing my job.

As a mom or a cop?

A bit of both, I guess.

- Have fun at the party.
- Later.

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- _
- _

_

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Hey, hang on, hang on.

You're not still going
to the party, are you?

Why not?

Well, I just thought after everything

that happened today, you'd want to spend

some time with your family.

I just need to get
out of the house, okay?

Wow.

You look great. Are those my medals?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

What's Lexy going as?

- It's a surprise.
- Oh.

You know, I think you two
make a terrific couple.

Thank you. Uber's here.

I gotta go. See you guys later.

Oh, what about Jake?

Hey, Jake, your Uber's here!

Jake?

Wow, Jake. You look incredible.

- That looks so real.
- Yeah.

Who you supposed to be, though?

Victim of circumstances.

Huh. That's great, Jake.

I think Junior already took off.

You want a ride?

Actually, I changed my mind.

I don't think I'm up
for a party tonight.

- I understand.
- Okay.

Got some stuff to do in my room.

Shit!

Where is he?

Did Junior take him?

What are you talking about?

Chucky.

He's gone.

Jesus Christ, you all look
like a bunch of damn idiots.

Trick or treat!

Oh.

Aren't you girls a little
mature for this type of thing?

You know, when I was your age,

I was high as a kite.

You have a good time.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- Oh.
- Hi. I'm Chucky.

Want to play?

Oh, Hello Kitty!

If you tell me what I need to know,

I'll give you a treat.

Oh, well, what do you need to know?

- I'm looking for a party!
- A party.

Aren't you a little young
for that type of thing?

If you don't tell me,
you might just get a trick.

Well, I don't think
that will be necessary.

Let me think.

Oh, I know.

The Haydens have a big
Halloween party every year.

Well, at least their son Oliver does.

- You can hear it from here.
- Oliver.

It's just two blocks
over on Claremont Street.

Thanks, lady.

Here's your treat.

Ooh, thank you.

Where's Lexy?

Up there.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Are you... you okay?

Of course I'm okay.

How else would I be?

- You know that I can't.
- Why not?

Daddy's not here to stop you.

Do me a favor.

Be careful with Jake, okay?

He's got issues.

I'm not afraid of Jake.

His creepy doll just
creeps me the fuck out.

- Me too.
- So...

Whatever happens, I'll protect you.

Junior Wheeler, my hero.

Will you catch me if I fall?

Lex, I'm serious.

Sad but true.

Would you catch me?

What do you think?

Probably not.

So what are you supposed to be?

Just you wait.

What if I can't wait?

Well, then come on, Jun-Jun.

Come to Daddy.

♪ They can ♪

♪ Say what they say ♪

♪ But you need a heart ♪

♪ To have heart like you do ♪

♪ You're too ♪

♪ You're too careful ♪

♪ To truly not care ♪

Have you seen Lexy?

Why is everybody looking for Lexy?

Let's go.

Hey. Where's your doll?

We want Chucky.

Chucky? You've seen Chucky?

Dude, you lost your doll?

Jake.

Oh, Devon. You look great.

I didn't think you were coming.

It's cool that you're here.

- I've gotta find Lexy.
- Is something wrong?

- I just... I've gotta find her.
- Why?

I just... I need to
make sure she's okay.

Why do you care?

Oh, Oliver, have you seen Lexy?

- Who?
- Lexy.

Oh, yeah, she's in there.

Wait.

Seven minutes in hell.

Hell, hell, hell, hell, hell!

Hell, hell, hell, hell,
hell, hell, hell, hell!

Jake.

Jake, your eye. It looks so real.

Oliver, let us out.

Oliver, let us out!

You're good at this, Chucky.

You too, Caroline. You got potential.

I always say killing's good, clean fun

for the whole family.

You can kill the housekeeper.

You can kill the babysitter.

You can even kill your sister.

Mommy says real killing is bad.

Yeah, well, Mommy's full of shit.

Mommy says it isn't nice to swear.

Mommy's working her way up my list

pretty fucking quick.

But first things first, kid.

Where's Lexy?

Probably kissing Junior somewhere.

Well, at least she's gonna
die doing what she loves.

- You're not doing it right.
- I haven't done anything yet.

No duh. I noticed.

Just... you know what? Forget it.

- We can hug.
- Yeah.

What are you, my mom?

Tell me what you want me to do.

Well, you're supposed
to know what to do.

Stop. Did you feel that?

Did you do something?

The mattress moved.

- "We can hug."
- I didn't mean it like that.

Hug.

What are you two doing in here?

Absolutely nothing.

Lexy, wait.

Oy.

- How much time?
- 30 seconds to go.

- What's going on with you?
- Nothing.

It's not nothing. I can tell.

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

- Yes, I would.
- Why?

I just don't think you'd lie to me.

Leave my friends alone!

Dude, you have a serious doll problem.

If you only knew.

- Kissy-kissy.
- Lovebirds.

Is he a good kisser?

Lexy, Lexy!

- Lexy is here.
- Move.

I just don't get why you care.

Lexy, Lexy, Lexy, Lexy, Lexy!

What?

She's my dad.

I'm sorry. That's so fucked up.

It's not your fault.

Okay, I don't know
what Lexy's problem is.

I can't let her get away with this.

- You don't have to do that.
- Yes, I do.

I'm gonna show her what
it's like to get hurt.

It was this terrible redheaded child.

I hold him responsible.

I'm sorry. I didn't get that.

I said it was this
horrible redheaded child.

I hold him responsible.

- Red hair?
- Yes.

Hello Kitty mask

with tennis shoes and denim overalls.

They had something stitched on them.

Do you remember what
it said on the overalls?

"Good gay." "Good guy."

- Red hair.
- Yeah, exactly.

Does he sound familiar?

Yes, he does.

I don't want to go!

Caroline, come on.

I have a new friend.

That's great, Care,

but we still have to get out of here.

- Come on.
- My new friend!

Care, I don't know what
you're talking about, but...

What?

- Aha.
- No!

Jake, wait!

His creepy doll just
creeps me the fuck out.

How you doing?

Not good.

Look, sorry about the eye, kid.

I promise I will never do that again.

Heard that before.

That was some party.

It sucked.

Like I said before, Jake,

some people just deserve to die.

Look at the world.

It's the Super Bowl of slaughter.

And you can't just sit
in the stands, you know?

We all gotta get out
there and get in the game.

It's kill or be killed.

Whose team do you want to be on?

Because sooner or later,
everybody's gotta choose.

Make the right choice, Jake.

Kill the bitch before she kills you.

I don't know if I can do that.

Man the fuck up.

What did they all do tonight?

They laughed, just like Lexy wanted.

They were all laughing at you.

I told you,

I'm the only real friend
you got in the whole world.

Take the knife, Jake.

You know you want to.

Take it.

Congrats, kid.

You're going to the Super Bowl.

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