All language subtitles for chucky.s03e04.720p.web.hevc.x265

[eerie laughter]

- Previously on
fucking "Chucky"...

- How are we supposed
to get in the most

secure house in the world?

- What about a personal invite?

- You ever been
to the White House?

- You have been infected
with Christian magic.

- We find the defendant,
Jennifer Tilly,

guilty of 103 counts of murder.

- Where’s Ms. Fairchild?

- Oh, I’m sorry, Jake.

This is gonna be our
bloodiest Halloween yet.

[ticking]

- Halloween has long been
a special occasion here

at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

But tonight is going to be
extra special,

as the Collinses are
honoring the memory

of their beloved son Joseph,

who tragically died here
at the executive mansion

just last winter.

Halloween was always
Joseph’s favorite holiday.

So tonight, the first family
is throwing a costume ball.

- This party is going
to raise over $10 million

for a cause which is extremely
important to my husband,

it’s important to me, and it’s
important to every family

in this country who’s
suffered a loss like ours.

- Well done, Mrs. Collins.
- Fuck you.

- Even I’m buying it.
- Fuck you!

There’s a killer
stalking the White House,

and you’re insisting
on throwing a party.

- I’m insisting
on setting a trap.

Besides, it’s your party,
Madame First Lady.

You’ve been planning it
for months.

- We can still call it off.

- And what would Mr. Collins
think at this juncture?

What would your
constituents think?

Canceling would come across
as anxious,

and that’s not an image
you wanna project.

- What if someone else dies?

- We’ll just have to make sure
that doesn’t happen.

Along with the usual protocols,

we’ll extend
security parameters

one block north
to Lafayette Park

and two blocks south
to Constitution Avenue.

At the front door,
our people will screen

each and every guest
and tag them with a tracker.

Our eyes are literally
gonna be on everyone.

Inside, we’re gonna have
every inch

of the party covered.

- Define covered.

- Covered discreetly
by Secret Service

covered indiscreetly by camera.

Covered covertly
by SWAT team surveillance.

- Well, Mr. Price,
my children’s lives

are in your hands.

- I like the way you say that.

Whoever this guy is, he won’t
have the balls to show up.

And if he does...

[ominous music]

We’ll be ready for him.

♪ ♪

- Trick or treat.

You sure you don’t wanna
come down to the party with us?

- Joseph says on Halloween,
the dead come out to play.

- I miss him too.

- But you don’t have
to miss him, Daddy.

He’s right there.

- Well, at least Joseph’s
showing some Halloween spirit.

That his costume
from last year?

- He just doesn’t want
anyone to see his face.

- Why not?

- He thinks he looks old.

- All right.

Well, if you
change your mind...

♪ ♪

- That is a great costume,
Joseph.

You can go to the party
if you want to.

I’ll be okay.

- Whoa, ho, ho, ho.

I’m not going anywhere.

They’re gonna be coming for me,

and I’m gonna be
ready for them.

It’s perfect.

They can be my last three
sacred offerings.

And then Damballa
will finally be appeased,

and I’ll be free of this curse.

- Who’s coming for you, Joseph?

Who’s Damballa?

What happened to your voice?

- It’s an allergic reaction
I have to questions.

[coughs]

Now, go tell Dad
we wanna carve a pumpkin,

and I’m gonna need
a really big knife.

[playful spooky music]

♪ ♪

[ticking]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- Miss Tilly, I’m correctional
officer Erica Dorsett.

I’ll be handling your intake
here at the Cutler Unit.

- Pleasure.

But my name
is Tiffany Valentine.

- You can drop the act.

Nobody bought it.

You’re not gonna
win any Oscars here.

- I’m not acting--

not anymore.

I am Tiffany Valentine.

- Miss Tilly, do I have
your full attention?

I’m not guiding you.

I’m not escorting you.

I am conducting you.

Is that clear?

- Conducting me.

Like a maestra
with her prima donna?

- No, like a snake handler
with a pit viper.

Now, follow me.

- Rude.
[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- The Cutler Unit
houses the execution chamber

for the state of Texas.

It is the most active
such chamber

of its kind in the country,
with 583 executions

since December 7, 1982,
when they finally

resumed the death penalty
here in the Lone Star State.

You know, some of us
consider that a holiday.

- Like Halloween?

[door buzzer blares]

- You know, you should never
have killed in the state

of Texas, darling.

You don’t kill in Texas
and expect not to burn.

[cheering]

- Hello.
[chuckles]

Hello!

Hello to you too.

It’s kind of embarrassing
because I’m really not her.

It’s ironic.

After pretending to be Jennifer
for all these years,

I guess I just kind of became
a great actress myself.

- Of course,
we knew your presence

would be disruptive,
so we’re keeping you

with the special population.

- Oh, that sounds perfect.

- Miss Tilly, this is
gonna be your final home

before you’re put to death
by lethal injection

three weeks from today.

And as fate would have it,

you’re gonna be spending
your final days

here on Earth mostly with me.

- Well, I guess that means
you’re gonna be my final BFF.

- Don’t count on it.

- We’ll see.

I tend to grow on people.

- Any other questions?

- Yes, Miss Dorsett.

Where are my legally-mandated
religious items,

which I believe
my lawyer has already

spoken to the warden about?

- Oh, they must be
on their way.

Although sometimes, they do
get lost in transit, though.

[ticking]

- Voilà.
- Oh, thank you, Sheldon.

- Have a wonderful
evening.

[ominous music]

- Hey, where are your costumes?

- Hmm?

These are our costumes.
- Yeah.

- What are you supposed to be?

- JFK and Jackie.

- But you look like
how you always look.

- Well, that’s the point.

- Okay.

Oh, and by the way,
thanks for letting

my friends come tonight.

I really appreciate it.
- Of course.

We look forward
to meeting them.

- Mr. President.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- When you’re ready,
the team’s waiting downstairs

to take you all into the party.

- Yes.
- Also, the nanny’s here.

- Thank you.

You are the parents of
Henry Collins, are you not?

- And you are?

- Mary Poppins.
- I’m sorry.

Where is Susan?

- Susan’s sick, ma’am.

This is Annie Gilpin.

She’s been fully screened
and vetted.

- James Collins.
- Mr. President.

- Pleasure.
- Madame First Lady.

In my past life,
I was a theater major,

which was actually surprisingly
good preparation for a career

working with children.

Speaking of children,
you must be Henry.

Happy Halloween, Henry.

- It’s Satan’s holiday.

- It’s a pagan ritual,
actually.

So don’t you worry, Satan
has no power over us tonight.

- Do you believe in ghosts?

[mysterious music]

- What I believe is that
when people die, their--

their energy, their--
their essence stays behind.

But it’s invisible to all
but the most sensitive,

special people.

I myself have--

- What she means to say,
Henry, is no.

- Sorry.
- It’s fine.

Shall we?

- Yeah.

- And who is this handsome,
masked man?

- Joseph.

I think he wants
to get carving.

- I’ll be doing
the carving tonight.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- Sure.

We’ll see about that.

- Joseph, I’m scared.

Do you think Dolley Madison’s
gonna get us?

- You’re not too smart,
are you?

But I love that about you.

- Bride of Frankenstein.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- This is the rec room.

- Okay.

Who’s that?

- The rest of the
special population.

- Oh.
- Hands.

Rec time is done in 60.

Just because
I’m not in the room

doesn’t mean I’m not watching.

- Oh.

- Miss Tilly.

- Oh, my God.

- Evelyn Elliott.

I have been counting the days.

Now I finally have somebody
to talk to in this shithole.

- Miss Elliott, I--I--
- Evelyn, please.

- You don’t understand!

You are my absolute idol.

Seriously,
I’m your biggest fan.

- Oh, that’s sweet.

- Your recipe for Swedish
meatballs changed my life.

- Oh, it’s the lingonberry jam.

- And your organizational
skills are an inspiration.

I’ve applied it
a lot to my own work.

- Oh, as an actress?
- As a murderess.

[giggles]
See, the Feds classify

us serial murderers as either
organized or disorganized.

At first, they classified me
as disorganized.

So embarrassing.
[laughs]

I’d like to see the FBI
try to hide a corpse

five minutes before
serving hors d’oeuvres

to 20 dinner guests.

- [laughing]
Don’t get me started.

- Anyway, then,
I read your book,

and it increased
my efficiency by 50%.

- Oh, I just love hearing that.
Thank you.

- So, um, what are you
in for, Evelyn?

- Oh, um, when I caught my
husband and my assistant

having an affair, I baked them
both into a shepherd’s pie.

- Oh, good for you.

- I call it slut soufflé.

- No! So good.
- Yeah.

My editor didn’t like it
for a book title, though.

- Oh, why not?

- Apparently it won’t go
in airports.

The kiosks. You can’t say slut.

Maybe it’s soufflé.

People don’t like
a French word.

- [groaning]

- Isn’t it outrageous the way

the media treats
powerful women?

- They just chew us up
and spit us out.

- They expect us
to be beautiful

and put together and feminine,
all while doing a man’s job.

- And then when we
kill somebody, they judge us.

- Oh!

While acting like
they don’t hold us

to this incredible
double standard.

- It’s so unfair.

- It’s very unfair.

Can I ask you something?

- Y-yes.

- Are you afraid?

- What?

Oh--oh, about that
execution thing?

Don’t worry about me.

I got a few tricks
up my sleeve still.

- Oh.

[laughs]

Well, happy fucking Halloween.

You know, I’ve always
been your fan too.

- Oh, thank you.

- Yeah, ever since
"The Big Chill."

- Uh--well, hmm.

That was my sister, Meg Tilly.

- Oh.
- The dead one.

I killed her.
[chuckles]

I’m Jennifer.

- You killed your own sister?

- Well...

[ominous music]

- I had a sister.

She meant the world to me.

I would have done anything
for her.

- Evelyn, she’s not--
she’s not actually my sister.

See, I’m not really
Jennifer Tilly.

- You’re disgusting!

You’re a monster!

When you get that needle,
I’m gonna be cheering.

And you know what?
One more thing--

"Bullets Over Broadway"
was a piece of shit.

- It was not!
It was a very good movie!

I was Oscar nominated!

Huh.

Oh.

Hmm.

[ticking]

♪ ♪

- Thoughts and prayers?

- I don’t believe in prayer.
Not anymore.

But I do believe in us.

- Me too.

Let’s do this for Miss F.

- She’s the only one who ever
believed this about Chucky.

She never doubted us
for a second.

- And she’d want us
to go fuck that fucker up.

♪ ♪

- Next.

[alarm beeps]

[wand chirping]

- What’s going on here?
- What? Hey!

- Next.

[alarm beeps]
Whoa, easy now, boy.

Okay.

I’m gonna have to take that.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

Next.

[alarm beeps]

Have fun.

- Fuck.

There goes that,
and my costume’s ruined.

- You always look hot.

- I still have my phone.

So as long as we get Chucky
on camera doing his thing,

we can get it out there.

We can tell Grant
and the president.

We got this.

- Do we?

Are people even
gonna believe us?

It’s called a deepfake.

They’ll just think
it’s special effects.

- Do you have a better idea?

- No.

We still have to
subdue him somehow.

He won’t talk just
’cause we say please.

- We just have to work with
whatever we find in here.

- We sure as hell aren’t
gonna find anything

we can use on Chucky here.

- We need to get upstairs
to the residence.

- Leave that to me.

[playful dance music playing]

- [yells]

- God, I hate Halloween.

- [laughing]

♪ ♪

- Boo!
- Oh, shit!

- Hey, Lexy.
It’s so good to see you.

- Happy Halloween.

- Oh, you look amazing.
- Thanks. You too.

- Oh, um, I want you
to meet my parents.

They’re over here.
- Oh, cool. Yeah.

- Mom, Dad.
Hey, excuse me, sorry.

This is Lexy, um,
and Jake and Devon.

- Hello. James Collins.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- I just love your outfits.

Our son Henry
loves Good Guys too.

- Thank you.
Mine’s the best, though, right?

- It’s very impressive.

- I know a guy.

- I take it you’re the guy?

- Yeah. Jake.

- Lexy, I admit
I haven’t heard much

because our son is
pretty tight-lipped,

at least with his family.

But what I have heard is great.

- Thank you for having us.

My foster mom said
to thank you...

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Excuse me.

[singer vocalizing]

♪ ♪

Hello.

That’s, uh--that’s a nice
costume you have there.

Are you lost?

Hey!

[playful dance music playing]

♪ ♪

- Gretchen, I didn’t see
your name on the guest list.

- What are you gonna do?
Have me thrown out?

Isn’t that Warren Pryce?

What’s CIA doing here?

- He’s a guest.

You know, on the guest list?

- Huh.

I think I’m gonna buy him
a drink.

- What is he doing here,
anyway?

- Observing.

- Hey, Grant,
where is your brother?

- Henry?

Uh, he’s upstairs.

He’s having some kind of, like,
mental breakdown or something.

- Is there any way that
we could see the residence?

- Oh, um, that’s kind of,
like, a whole other thing.

I mean, you thought the
invite protocol was hard.

- I mean,
I’d love to see your room.

- Yeah, for sure.

Follow me.

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

Bring it on, bitches.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- What are you doing
down there?

- Um, checking for ghosts.

- And?

- You know,
I think I saw Nixon.

[shudders]

[wood creaking]

♪ ♪

- I finished
carving the pumpkin.

Oh, my God,
I have that book too!

[gasps] You know,
I found it very informative.

It’s a very grown-up book
for a kid your age.

- I’m already reading
at a sixth grade level.

- That’s amazing.

I bet your parents
are just super proud.

- Actually,
my mom keeps trying

to take this book away from me.

- Most people
are uncomfortable

with the supernatural.

Henry, have you seen
something in this house?

- I...

- It’s okay.
You can tell me.

- There was this one time--

- Because I have!
- You have?

- I’ve seen Andrew Jackson
in the Red Room.

Mouth like a sailor by the way.

I’ve seen Abigail Adams
in the Blue Room,

doing her laundry
if you can imagine.

And of course,
I’ve seen Lincoln--

twice.
[clicks tongue]

- Oh, my God!

- No.

Ghosts aren’t anything
to be afraid of.

They don’t mean us any harm.

- What do they want then?

- Mostly, they’re just bored,

and sometimes,
they just wanna play.

- Like hide and seek?

- That’s a great idea.
We should play.

I’ll be it.
I’m gonna count to ten, okay?

- Okay.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten!

Ready or not, here I come!

[chilling music]

- This is the center hall.

That was a gift
from the queen of, uh...

Spain or something like that?

Um--oh, yeah, and this
is the west sitting hall.

They’re basically
both living rooms,

but you can never
have too many, right?

- Oh.

How many rooms
are there, anyway?

- 132, to be exact.

- Size queen.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

He didn’t say anything.

- All Gucci.

- What’s that way?

- Oh, you read my mind.

[soft suspenseful music]

Cowboy, don’t touch anything.

Goes for you, too,
Bob the Builder.

♪ ♪

- Maybe they’re
in Henry’s room.

This way.

- Come on in.

- Whoa.
Nice place you got here.

- Right?

Check this out.

[upbeat pop music playing]

- Whoa.
- I know.

There’s speakers
all around my room.

[singing along]
♪ Baby, tonight ♪

♪ You’re what I’m looking for ♪

♪ Under your heart,
making me restless ♪

[laughs]

- Okay.

We’re doing this?

- Oh, yeah, dance with me.
- [laughs] Okay.

♪ Under the gun,
don’t let me down ♪

♪ Here we go ♪

- You down?

- Oh, I get to wear it?
- Oh, you look great.

Looks much better on you.

- ♪ One to go, give it up ♪

♪ Tell me now, I need more
than just a taste ♪

- Come on.

Lexy,
you’re at the White House!

Have some fun.

- I--I am, it’s just--

I’m...
[music stops]

More of a Blue Oyster Cult fan.

- Blue Oyster Cult? Okay.

- Yeah.
- She’s got layers.

- Here.

This is my favorite song.

[Blue Oyster Cult’s
"(Don’t Fear) The Reaper"]

- My dad and I used to listen
to them all the time.

What about your dad?

- My dad?

I have no idea what he likes

except for the American people.

I kind of wish I did, though.

- I’m sorry.

Parents can be complicated.

- ♪ Nor do the wind,
the sun, or the rain ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
don’t fear the reaper... ♪

- You said you haven’t
seen your sister

since Christmas, right?

- Then your brother passed
almost a year ago?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Joseph.

- It’s fucked up,
but we’re both in some weird

Knows How Much Life
Can Suck Club.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, I guess you’re right.

Those other kids at school,
they just don’t get it.

You know?

And it’s weird, but I--
I kind of envy them in a way.

But, Lexy, meeting you is--

it’s really been
a relief for me.

I’m--I’m so sorry.

Um, it’s Halloween.
You came here for a good time.

So--so, uh,
should we get Jake, or--

- ♪ 40,000 men and women
every day ♪

♪ Another 40,000 coming
every day ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
don’t fear the reaper ♪

[tense music]

- This way.

This is it.

♪ ♪

- Where the hell are they?

- It wasn’t my fault.
She started it.

She spit at me,
and then I said--

[gasps]
Oh, goody!

Finally!
- Hands!

- Oh. Mm-hmm. Yes.

Ahh! Yes!

Ah...

hello, my lovelies.

Oh.

[mysterious music]

Hey.

Hello, hello, hello, hello.

- Pantry to plate
in just 20 minutes.

That’s the beauty
of this one-pan pasta.

You know, when you’re
back out there

and this institution
is in your rearview,

you’re gonna be busy
with your work and your kids

and your husband or wife.

But you can always find
the time to make this.

- Don’t you know that
cigarettes can kill?

[giggles]

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Fais d’elle ma marionette!

[cackling]

Yes.

Now we’re gonna have some fun.

How about a little chopping?

- I like to start with basil,
my favorite herb.

So sweet and fragrant.

All right.

- You okay there, Evelyn?

- Just having a little fun
in the kitchen.

- Chop.

Chop.

Chop, chop, chop, chop,
chop, chop, chop.

- If you’ve finished
with your basil,

you can move on
to your oregano.

Oh.

Ah!

[yelling]

Oh!

[inmates gasp]

- Evelyn,
stop what you’re doing.

[yelling]

- Evelyn, stop.

- [sobbing]
I can’t.

- Life in here isn’t that bad.

- It’s okay,
you can hand me the knife.

- Ah!
- [yelps]

- This is all fucked up,
isn’t it?

[giggling]

[dark music]

- Ow! Ow!

[inmates gasp]

- Ow. Ow. Ow.

- Oh! Oh!
What is happening?

- Get back!

- No, no.

No.

- Ah!

- [yells]

[giggling]

♪ ♪

- Why?

[groaning]

- Why?
Why are you doing this?

[gibberish squeaking]

- ♪ Go out walking ♪

- Oh!

Help me, please!

[all scream]

Ow!

[crying]

♪ ♪

- [laughing]

- Don’t. No.

[inmates gasp]

- [shrieking maniacally]

♪ ♪

[ticking]

[tense music]

- Lexy!

Lexy, wait!

What is going on?
What are you doing?

- Nothing, we just wanted
to come back down to the party.

- You just begged me
to go upstairs.

I thought we were having,
like, a moment.

- We were.

Right now, I just need
to find your brother, okay?

And his doll.

- What?

- Grant, this party
isn’t scary at all.

- Yeah, speak for yourself.

- This is my fourth ladyfinger.

- Whoa.

Hey, cool doll.

♪ ♪

- Hi, I’m Joseph.

- Joseph?

- He’s my brother.

- I knew it.

You just used me to get inside.

Just like everyone else.

- Joseph, huh?

Don’t do anything stupid.

- Wanna play?

- Nice costume.

What are you doing here,
anyway?

- Okay, turn the camera off.
- Where is Caroline?

- Who’s Caroline?
- I said, turn the camera off.

[partygoers clamoring]

- Everybody remain calm.

- Oh, Christ, not again.

- Carlton.

Yeah, it’s me.

Tell him to hold
the 10:00 p.m. slot for me.

- Joseph!

Joseph’s gone!

- Excuse me. Out of the way.

Excuse me.
You gotta come with me, sir.

- Where are the boys?

- Guards have them.

- Mr. President.

Mr. President?

Mr. President!

♪ ♪

- Joseph?

Hey.

- Joseph! I was so scared.

- Please follow me,
Mr. President.

♪ ♪

- They’re here.

- Annie?

- I can see them--

all of them.

[glass rattling]

[wood creaking]

- Devon!

[all screaming]

- [gurgling]

♪ ♪

[gasps and screaming]

- [laughs]
I liked to be hugged!

[chuckling]

- Henry!

♪ ♪

- Hidey-ho!
[laughs]

[door buzzer blares]

- What was all that commotion
I heard earlier?

I hope everything’s okay.

Oh.

That Evelyn Elliott
sure is a character.

Did she cook this?

- No.

- What’s for dessert?

- Well, the best
I can do is, um--

[spits]

Some Juicy Fruit.

[eerie music]

- [sighs]

There you go,
my greedy little doll.

Let’s put this in that
big mouth of yours.

[laughs]

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Fais d’elle ma marionette!

[cackling]

♪ ♪

[door buzzer blares]

- Miss Tilly, I’m so sorry
I was so rude to you before.

- Miss Valentine.

- Um, could I just
call you Jennifer?

- No, bitch.

- Is there anything
I can get for you?

- Well, yes.

As a matter of fact, there is.

On my way in,
I counted six guards

between me and the front gate.

Six guards, including
the sniper out front.

Six guards between me
and my freedom.

Now, what I need
from you is to get

a single personal item
from each one of these guards

and bring it to me.

And then y’all can just
waltz me right out of here.

- Okay. Sure. Absolutely.

But, um, it could take
just a little bit of time.

- Well, you’d better
get on it, then,

unless you wanna see me be
executed in three weeks’ time.

- That would literally be
the worst thing in the world.

I can’t let that happen.

- No, you can’t.

[giggling]

[ticking]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Almighty Damballa,

I’ve given you 13 sacrifices.

Seven more than
you’ve asked for.

Now, I beseech you,
lift this curse.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Pardonne-moi tout
puissant, Damballa.

Accepte mes offrandes sur
cet autel du mal et ton nom.

Retablis mon pouvoir!

♪ ♪

[yells]

Damballa!

Why have you forsaken me?

- Joseph?

What’s wrong?

Are you sick again?

- I’m fucking dying!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪