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Previously on "Chucky"...

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

Andy Warhol once said,

just because something's 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.

♪ Mr. Werewolf Mr. Werewolf ♪

♪ Please don't kill me, Mr. Werewolf ♪

♪ Mr. Werewolf Mr. Werewolf ♪

♪ Please, Mr. Werewolf Let me get by ♪

♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪

Charles, time for bed.

♪ It's getting cold, cold outside ♪

- ♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪

♪ 'Cause I got a date And I can't be late ♪

♪ Please, Mr. Werewolf ♪

- ♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪

♪ I got a sweet little girl Who wants to be my wife ♪

♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪

Ah...

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Mr. Werewolf ♪

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 Miss 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?

Ooh, 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&M's.

My parents are in London for the weekend, so it's gonna be sick.

Um, 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. It 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.

Uh, look, we don't know each other very well.

We don't know each other at all.

Um, 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.

Uh, so where is he, anyway?

Hmm.

Oh.

Whew.

Oh, Logan changed the code.

It's a 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?

Uh, she always took the bus in.

Okay. What about next of kin?

Family? Anybody we should notify?

Um, 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 to 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?

Gender-fluid.

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.

A-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 do you think you are doing, Chucky?

I told you, back off.

I'm not letting you hurt her.

What are you gonna do about it?

I-I'm sorry. Did you say dishwasher?

Jesus. What did Evan say?

Look.

Okay. Um, was there any press this time?

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Um, okay, I've gotta go. Gotta 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.

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.

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.

Hey, man!

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. - But 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. Uh, 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.

Wanna 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.

Uh, 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.

♪ I'm a bandit ♪

♪ U-U-Understand it I'm a, I'm a bandit ♪

- Where's Lexy? - Up there.

♪ I'm a, I'm a bandit ♪

♪ I'm a, I'm a bandit ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

Are you... Are 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... you look great.

I didn't think you were coming. It's cool that you're here.

- I-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!

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? - Thirty 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!

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-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.

With a Hello Kitty mask with tennis shoes and denim overalls.

They had something stitched on them.

Do you remember what it said on the overalls?

Uh, "Good gay." "Good... Good guy."

- Red hair? - Yeah, exactly.

Does he sound familiar?

Yes, he does.

I don't wanna 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?

- Ah... - 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 wanna be on?

Because sooner or later, everybody's gotta choose.

Make the right choice, Jake.

Kill the bitch before she kills you.

I-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.