All language subtitles for Chucky.S02E01.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

- Previously on "Chucky"...

I’m Chucky.

And I’m your
friend till the end.

You get that now, Jake.
We all have our secrets.

I’m gonna go kill your
sister. Wanna come?

You snooze, you lose.
- Charles Lee Ray was

a serial killer who
died in the ’80s.

He transferred his soul
to a Good Guy doll.

- Chucky is alive.

- This is a problem
we can solve together.

- You have no idea
how hard it’s been

getting one of you
little shits to play.

- Chucky, it worked.

- Jennifer Tilly!
- Hi!

- Every Better Days Hospital

in the country will
receive a priceless gift

from her personal collection.

- Junior!

- No!
- We did it.

- Drive!

- Are we there yet?

- When do we get to
start stabbin’ people?

- Wait, you got a knife?

- Yeah, I got a knife.

They passed ’em
out at orientation.

- What the fuck?

What?

What?

I didn’t say
anything.

- Don’t worry.

They say bald guys
are more virile.

They say chicks
just love bald guys.

- Yeah, well, they also say
it ain’t the size that counts.

So I wouldn’t worry about those
pathetic stick arms of yours.

- I don’t have stick arms.

- Hey, do I know you?

- Get back in your
boxes, all of you!

Don’t make me come back there!

- She is fuckin’ hot.

- Oh, forget it, Sticky.

Chicks like that
need someone more...

I don’t know...

virile?

- Does that guy look familiar?

- Yeah. Come to
think of it, he does.

- I can’t put my finger on it.

He’s just, like...

repulsive or something.

- He sure is.

- They don’t know me.

They don’t know you, either.

- I’m done with you, Chucky,

and your tiny fuckin’ dick!

- They weren’t there.

And they don’t
know what you did.

- You just keep your mouth
shut, buster, or I’ll...

- Andy.

Get him!

- Shit.

- This is for Kyle!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- So, uh, I guess this is it.

- Well, only for now. I mean,

I only live two hours away,

and I can see you every weekend.

- Jake...

you know that’s
not gonna happen.

I know.

- It wouldn’t be enough, anyway.

- I know.

You know, at this point,
I’ll take what we can get.

- Let’s go, Batman!
To the Batcave!

On my way, Robin!

- You got a fellow
foster this time.

- Uh, yeah. He seems okay.

I wish I could say the
same about Pam and Larry.

I wanna kiss you
so bad right now,

but they’re watching me.

- I get it.

- I love you, Jake.

- I love you more, Devon.

- That’s not possible.

- Jake!

- Wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop!

- Holy secret identity.

- They’re watching.

- I don’t care.

Um, all right.

Um, I... I’ll see you
this weekend, okay?

All right, cool.

- Trick or treat!

- Trick or treat!

- Shit!

- You scared me.

- It’s called coulrophobia,

the fear of clowns.

It’s caused by childhood trauma.

- I’m not afraid of
clowns, all right?

I thought you were
somebody else.

But how old are you?
- Guess.

- What are you doing
out here all alone?

Like, where are your
parents? Your friends?

- They’re dead.

Trick or treat!

- Okay.

- Boo!

Jesus.

Shit.

- Holy Halloween
costumes, Batman.

I can’t believe you made these.

- Hey, never forget,
real superheroes can sew.

Is that a little loose?

- Yeah.
- Here, I got it.

The most important
thing in a utility belt

is a bobby pin.
- Good to know.

- Yeah.

All right.

Boy Wonder, the streets are
crawling with bad guys tonight.

It’s time to go
fight some crime.

- And the citizens of Gotham
will pay us in chocolate!

Sorry, Give me a second.

Hello?
- Is Tamara home?

- Who?

- Tamara.

- Uh, think you have
the wrong number.

- Oh, I’m sorry.

- Uh, yeah, it
happens. No worries.

Hm.

- Where are you?

Wait, you’re still in
Salem? Jake, what the fuck?

- Holy profanity!

- Oh. Hey, Devon.
I’m here with Gary.

- Excuse my French, Gary.

- Jake’s taking me
trick-or-treating.

- I can see that.

Hey, can I talk to
you for a second?

- Yeah. Um, can you
give me a second, buddy?

- Jake, you know I love
how you look in tights,

but where the hell are you?

- I’m so sorry, Devon.

I’m not gonna be
able to make it.

- You’re telling me this now?

You’re supposed
to be on the bus.

Jake, I’m cooking
for you here, man!

- Pam and Larry
wouldn’t let me go.

They’re... they’re
still not cool with us.

- Screw ’em. They’re
not your real parents.

- Yeah, but they could be.

- Why would you even want
them if they won’t accept you?

- You know, not
everyone is just gonna

get it automatically.

I mean, you lucked out.

- Yeah, my foster mom’s awesome.

She showed me off to
all of her rich friends,

and then she went to Paris
and I haven’t seen her since.

- You know, Gary’s a good kid.

He deserves a family, too.

He needs me.

- What about me, Jake?

It’s been, like, six months.

I miss you.

- I know. I miss
you too, babe,

but look, I know it sucks,

but let’s just focus on
Christmas break, all right?

- And what am I supposed
to do until then?

Jake, you’re the only
one I can talk to

about what really happened.

- I know. Me too.

- Hey, you heard from Lexy?

- Nope.

- Me neither. Something’s up.

- Let’s go, Batman!

- Yeah, um, I’ll be right there.

Just a second.

- It’s been 125 seconds already.

126, 127.

- Hello?
- Is Tamara home?

- Uh, still the wrong number.
- Is this 555-0131?

- Yeah, but there’s
no Tamara here.

- Weird.
- Hmm.

- Doing anything fun tonight?

- Uh, yeah, super fun.

I should probably
get back to it.

- How come you’re home all alone

with your baby brother?

- Who is this?

- Where’s your
boyfriend tonight, Jake?

- Screw you, Ellis.

Douchebag.

Hey, you know what, Ellis?
You know, it’s bad enough

that you’re a homophobic
douchebag prick.

You know, the really sad thing
is, it’s totally unoriginal!

- This isn’t Ellis.
And I’m not homophobic.

I don’t discriminate based on
anyone’s sexual preference.

That’s not why I’m calling.

- Then why the hell
are you calling?

- To make sure you’re home.

Happy Halloween.

I’ll get it!

- No, no, no! I’ll get it.

Hey.

- Jake, I just got a weird
call from this douchebag.

- Wait, he called you too?

I think it’s Ellis, that
Neanderthal from my school.

But I don’t know, he...

Didn’t he sound
kinda... familiar?

Oh, Devon, you don’t
think it could be...

- Jake, I don’t think anything
could’ve survived that crash,

not even Andy.

- They never found his body.

- Even if he lives, how come
we haven’t heard from him?

- It’s him.
- Who? Andy?

- No, the douchebag.

What the hell?

- Trick or treat.
Smell my feet.

Give me something good to eat.
- Oh, no.

- That’s not very scary.
What are you supposed to be?

- The ghost of Halloween past.

Say hello to my friends.
- Oh, shit. No.

- Hi.

- Could I please
use your bathroom?

It’s an emergency.

- No! Caroline, no!
- Um...

- Look, she can’t
hear us. He muted us.

- Okay. It’s upstairs.
- Oh, wait.

Devon, wait. Use
your landline.

Call the police.
I’m gonna call Lexy.

- Jake, they’re not
gonna listen to me.

- Just don’t mention Chucky!

Just get someone over there!

- Okay.

- Shit, shit, shit.

- Yes, I’d like to report a
break-in at 3083 Fairburn.

Who cares how I know?
Just send someone now!

- Come on, Lexy, pick up!

- You gonna get that?
- Nope.

- No!

- You sure about this?

- Absolutely.

- But your mother.

- She won’t be home
for hours, if at all.

- Your sister?

- Trust me, I have
her well-trained.

She’s not gonna bother us.

- Um... Lexy, you have
done this before, right?

- Have you?

- I think your first
time should be special.

- Okay, first, I
just need a bump.

- Me too.

- Lexy, I really like you.

- Thanks.

This just feels
right, doesn’t it?

- Please stop talking.

- No! No, don’t!

- Police!
- Jesus Christ!

- You kids okay?

- What the hell
are you doing here?

Did my mother send you?

- We got a report of a break-in.

I’m gonna have a look around.
- Yeah.

- I should go.
- Sit down.

- Did the alarm go off?
- No. Someone called us.

Do you know a Devon Evans?

- Yeah, I do.

Help!

- Was there anyone else
in the house tonight?

- The ghost of Halloween past.

- Who?

- He asked to use the bathroom.
He said it was an emergency.

Then he said see ya later.

- Caroline, how
tall was this ghost?

- Well, he was about this tall.

- There’s nobody here.

No sign of forced entry, either.

- Any dolls?

- What?

- Oh, no. Lexy,
I think it was...

- Officer, this is just
a misunderstanding.

My sister shouldn’t be inviting
strangers into the house,

no matter how bad
they have to pee!

Would you mind staying with
us until my mother gets home?

She’ll be pissed
off if you don’t.

- Sure.

- You can go.
- Thanks.

- He said he liked to be hugged.

He said he was my
friend till the end.

At first, he seemed really nice,

but he lied.

He had secrets.

Chucky always had secrets.

- Caroline, what were
Chucky’s secrets?

- He killed a lot of people...

- Including my daddy.

- Caroline, you know that
it was Junior Wheeler

who did that.

- Your sister’s boyfriend.

Right, Lexy?

- No. Tell them, Lexy.

You saw him, too.

And now he’s back.

Chucky was the ghost
of Halloween past.

Tell them, Lexy.
It was Chucky.

- No.

No, Caroline, it was Junior.

Junior killed all those people.

Chucky is only a doll.

I mean, was.

- You understand that,
don’t you, Caroline?

- You can’t blame her
for having a hard time

accepting that her own sister

could invite a boy like
that into our lives.

- You never liked him,

not even before
he killed anyone.

- Exactly.

I’ve always been
able to read people,

and I could tell from
day one he was bad news.

- No.

He wasn’t always like that.

He was the sweetest
boy in the world.

- That boy destroyed everything.

Your father,

very possibly my career,

if you haven’t seen
the latest polls,

and your sister’s childhood.

She can’t even sleep
without waking up

screaming every night
from the nightmares.

And she made me get rid
of all of her dolls.

- Yes, it’s called pediophobia.

That’s the clinical
term for fear of dolls.

- Sadly, it’s the
least of our problems.

- Actually, I think it might be

the ideal place to start.

- What do you mean?

- I’d like to try something,
if you’ll permit me.

- Um, okay.

- You know, I collect
dolls, recreationally.

Since I was Caroline’s age.

As a child, I had polio.

I was stuck in
bed for two years.

My babies were my only friends.

It really is a
fascinating hobby.

This is Belle.

Wedding Belle, they called her.

She is incredibly rare,

a marketing concept
from the ’90s.

They made very few of these.

I use her sometimes for
therapeutic purposes.

Caroline, I think
Belle could help you.

Would you like to hold her?

- Go ahead, sweetheart.
You can do it.

There. Oh.

I think she likes you.

She needs someone
to take care of her.

Would you like to take her home?

- Sure.

- She’ll be a good
friend to you.

- Oh, I’m so proud
of you, sweetheart.

So, so proud.

- Mrs. Cross,

thank you for inviting
me into your lovely home.

- Oh, thank you, James. And
please, call me Michelle.

- Michelle, do you miss living
in the mayor’s residence?

- Oh, you know, that’s
a beautiful house.

But my late husband used to say

we were really
just its caretakers

for a brief period of time,

a blip in Hackensack’s history.

- But after voters
overwhelmingly recalled you

from office after the
murders last year,

the single most violent
era in our city’s history,

you’re running
for a second term.

And I have to ask, why do
you deserve my vote now?

- As a survivor of
violence myself,

I think I occupy a unique
position of empathy

for everyone who lost somebody
in last year’s tragic events.

I know exactly what
they’re going through

because I’m going
through it, too.

The grief, the anger,

the guilt... the
survivor’s guilt.

But I promise every
citizen of Hackensack

that in my second term as mayor,

I will show no mercy
to violent offenders.

One strike and you’re
out.

- I heard you had a break-in
here just last night.

What would you say to the perp?

- I’d just like to dare
them to try that again

while I’m home.

- And how about you, Lexy?
How are you holding up?

- Um, well, it’s been
a really tough year.

But I’m getting through
it with my family’s help.

- We’re getting
through it together.

Like all of us in
Hackensack, we’re strong.

Hackensack strong!

- Caroline, how about you?
- I’m fine.

- Hey, whatever
happened to Chucky?

- Um, excuse me?

- As I recall, she used to
drag that thing everywhere.

- Um, well, she
has a new doll now.

Her name is Belle.

- Caroline, does Belle
tell you to do things, too?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, at a press conference
last year, she said...

- Chucky told me to kill Mommy.

- Uh...
- Who is Chucky?

- Um, thank you so much.
- I’m sorry. Kids.

- Remember?

- Get out of my house.

- We have it on tape.

- Get out!

- Dr. Mixter is full of shit.

I knew it.

- Mom, too.

You should be afraid, Caroline.

Dolls are horrifying.

Never trust any doll.
They’re all fucked up.

- You said the F-word.

- Yes. I know what I said.

That is how serious
this is, Caroline.

Now say it. Dolls
are fucked up.

- Dolls are fucked up.

- Never trust any doll.

- Never trust any doll.
- Okay, good.

And you can’t tell anyone,

or they’re gonna
send you away, okay?

- Okay.

- Cross your heart.

- Cross my heart.

- Okay, and...

Keep this handy.

Sweet dreams.

- Jake!

- Oh...

- You Ubered here all
the way from Salem?

I can’t just sneak off in
the middle of the night.

Neither can you. Do Pam and...
- We have to get Lexy, okay?

Have you seen this?

- Yeah, it looks familiar.

- If Chucky really was
at her house last night,

then why didn’t he kill
her when he had the chance?

- Maybe he’s just
messing with us.

Or maybe he’s trying to get
one of us to kill again.

Let’s go.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Careful. Hey.

Shh, my mom’s downstairs.
- Sorry.

- It took you long enough.

- Yeah, it’s nice
to see you, too.

- Hey.

- This place isn’t bad.

I thought you said
it was a dump.

- Please. I can’t
even talk about it.

It’s like I’ve been demoted.

- I thought you quit.
- I’m sorry, Jake.

When did you stop medicating
your chronic anxiety?

- It’s not the same thing.

- It’s just a little
weed. What’s the big deal?

- Oh, no big deal,

if that’s all you’re doing.

Is it?

- Yes, that’s all I’m doing.

Jesus, I haven’t seen
you in six months.

You’re acting like this
is an intervention.

We have serious
shit to deal with.

Devon, what did you find
out about Caroline’s doll?

- Well, she looks a little
like the Bride of Chucky.

Remember that movie?

- Yeah, with Jennifer Tilly,

who we know really is
the Bride of Chucky,

Tiffany Valentine.

- Shit.

- Where’s that doll now?

- Maybe it’s just a coincidence.

- Did you test it?

- Yeah, I bashed
the shit out of it.

And it came from our therapist.

I mean, our family
therapist can’t be in league

with a supernaturally
possessed doll, right?

- Lexy?

- Shit, it’s my mom.
Um, get in the closet!

- What’s going on?

- I was just
checking on Caroline.

- Well, who were you talking to?

- I was singing her a lullaby,

the way Dad used to.

- Oh.

Look at her. Aww.

I don’t think she’s slept
like that in months.

Maybe our luck has
finally turned around.

- Maybe.

- Okay.

We should leave
her be. Come on.

- Caroline, what did
I tell you last night?

- Belle’s okay.

She’s not like Chucky.
She’s just a doll.

And I don’t want Mommy
to get mad anymore.

- Where is she?
- She left already.

She said you have to
walk me to school.

- Okay. I’ll be right back.

Here.

Look, guys, I’ve been thinking,

and maybe the other night
really just was a prank.

I mean, we were pretty famous
for a while after the murders,

and there are some
sick assholes out there

with way too much
time on their hands.

- Yeah, some sick asshole

who was able to
get all our numbers

and who also happens to
be just two feet tall.

- Short people can be assholes.

- I don’t know, maybe.

Yeah, are you okay?

- Yeah, I’m fine. Why?

- You just... you seem weird.

- You’re weird.

- Wait. Wait, where
are you going?

- To the bathroom. Is
that okay with you?

- Holy homemade bomb, Batgirl!

- I’m not Batgirl.

- Sorry, I mean Batwoman.

- My name is Caroline.

- You’re not playing it right.

- I’m still alive, aren’t I?

- Not for long.

- Sit down.

Amazing what you can do
with a little fertilizer

and some butane.

Kill anyone within
a 6-foot radius.

- Holy hostage
situation, Batman!

- Okay, that’s
already getting old.

- Gary, it’s gonna be okay.

- He’s gonna blow us
all to smithereens!

- No. No, no, Gary.

I won’t let that
happen. I promise.

This isn’t a game, okay?

How’d you get here?

- We Ubered.

I’ve been Ubering all
over Jersey today,

same as you, Jake.

Uber’s really made
being a killer doll

so much easier.

In the old days, if I
had to get somewhere,

I had to take a fuckin’
hostage just to drive me.

Now, I can just arrange
to have myself picked up

and delivered anywhere.

It is so convenient.

- Just don’t do
anything stupid, Chucky.

No, Jake.

Stupid would be you
and your idiot BFFs

falling right into my trap.

See, I needed the three of
you to get back together

so I could kill you all at once.

But you never got back together.

So much for BFFs.

I hang out with
my murder victims

more often than you
assholes see each other.

- We’ve been busy.
- Yeah?

Well, now, you’re all
gonna get busy dyin’,

just as soon as
Lexy gets down here.

- Just let the kids go.

- Nah. The more, the merrier.

- Why are you doing this?

- There were 72 of
me on that truck.

I was gonna take over the world,

and I would’ve gotten
away with it, too,

if it weren’t for
you meddling kids

and Andy

and that goddamn bitch
from hell, Tiffany.

I’m gonna kill every
last one of you.

- Wait, exactly how
many of you are left?

- Enough to make this
worth the sacrifice.

I die knowing I took
all of you with me.

You die knowing I
never really die.

Just as soon as
Lexy gets down here.

- What the fuck?

- What about Andy?
- Andy is dead.

- And Kyle?
- They’re both dead.

- I don’t believe you.

- Well, you’ll see them in hell.

Any minute now.

- Is somebody here?

- God, I love my job.

Ahh!

- There’s no pain greater

than the permanent grief

that a parent suffers
after the loss of a child.

Think of the birthdays,
the ball games,

the graduations,

all the milestones that
should have been celebrated,

but now instead

will be a cause for mourning

year after year

by Gary’s parents.

- Foster parents.

- Excuse me?

- Pam and Larry were
his foster parents.

And they didn’t love him.

I did.

- Through your actions
and your negligence

and what you apparently thought
was just good, clean fun...

Building a homemade
bomb around a child...

You and your friends have
denied Gary his life.

- If I may.

I think it is
important to point out

they’re children too.

- And they’ll be
placed in a facility

with other violent juvenile
offenders like them.

- I would like to
suggest an alternative.

I’ve done some work
with troubled youth

at the School of the
Incarnate Lord in Burlington,

along with the
Archdiocese of Camden.

They’ve had great success
with cases like this.

These kids are responsible
for Gary’s death,

yet I’m sure we all agree

it was a tragic accident.

They have been through
so much already

this past year.

I’d like to think

that they could learn
from their mistakes

and become good people by
thinking on their sins.

- It was a kamikaze mission.

He blew himself up.

He’s never done anything
like that before.

Which means that
more than one Chucky

made it out of that
truck crash alive.

- How many?
- Who knows?

But no matter what, he’s
gonna come for us again.

- Jesus.

- Hey, do you guys
remember Trevor Cain?

- Who’s Trevor Cain?

- He was a year ahead
of us, in fifth grade.

He made my life a living hell.

Taught me everything I know.

Trevor’s been here for
the past three years.

My mother sent him here.

- Maybe Chucky’ll
take care of him.

- That’s not funny.

Wait, guys, why does this
place look so familiar?

- This used to be
the Burlington Home

for Wayward Boys, remember?

Charles Lee Ray lived
here when he was our age.

- Good morning.

I’m Sister Ruth.

I’m a Handmaid of the
Immaculate Heart of Mary.

Welcome to Incarnate Lord.

Do you know why you’re here?

- Because God hates us?

- God doesn’t hate anyone.

He loves us even when
we’ve lost our way.

He wants you to seek forgiveness

and to find your
way back to Him.

And if you’re not careful,

you might even have a
little fun along the way.

Follow me.

- He hates us so fucking much.