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Previously on
Chucky...

I want to be Jennifer Tilly.

I want to be a star.

Sometimes I feel like a boy.
Sometimes I feel like a girl.

Good morning, sweet face!
Rise and shine!

You kept me prisoner
in this house for a year.

Ms. Tilly, have you ever
heard of Nica Pierce?

Nica Pierce is here,
but she's innocent, I swear.

Glen, Glenda!

Chucky, we're trying to get
everything on your rider.

This thing is like 12 pages long...

Listen to me, God damn it.

I told you a hundred times
I want fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies

with macadamia nuts
in my dressing room,

not walnuts, you moron!

Walnuts give me hives.

Well, then should I take them
out of your...

I don't give a shit
what you do with them!

You could shove those cookies
straight up your...

Chucky, we're live.

Oh.

Hello.

Nice to see you again.

I hope you're enjoying
the new season of my hit show.

Now, Belle,
you know viewers are very curious

about your role on the show
this season.

Care to spill any details?

- Yeah, tell us!
- Let's hear it, Belle!

Anyway,
tonight, you're in for a treat,

a very special episode
of Chucky,

where we delve
into family secrets,

Hollywood sleaze,
and the violent, depraved acts

of which the human species
is capable...

all in the name of love.

Glen, Glenda,

it's so nice
to see your sweet faces.

Yeah, nice to see you too, Mom.

What are you doing on the floor?

And what the hell is that?

Mom, is that blood?

No!

It's corn syrup.

You know,
my team is always after me

to get more violence
on my social media.

Come to Mama.

- Aw, Glenda, happy birthday.
- Thank you.

Happy birthday, sweet face.

What... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
where are you going?

I was just gonna
hang up my coat.

Oh, that's not necessary.
It's your special day.

Why don't you two
take a load off?

So tell me everything.

Are you two dating anyone?

Yeah, a guy named Paul.

Oh, how nice.

And Glen, how about you?

We're both dating Paul.

That sounds complicated.

What about you, Mom?
Are you seeing anybody these days?

No, no, no, no, no,
not seeing anyone.

I'm too busy.

So how's school?

Great. Great.

We're making friends.
We're getting straight A's.

- We're great.
- That's wonderful.

I've been worried.

That makes three of us.

You two are so wrapped up
in each other,

sometimes you forget
other people even exist.

Me, for example.

Mom, haven't you ever thought about

maybe it's not so fun for us
over here lately?

I mean, you haven't
left this house in over a year.

There's a 5-inch layer of dust
over everything

and your drinking has gotten
out of control.

Glen, what in the hell
has gotten into you?

Sorry.

Actually, we've been talking to Stan.

- Who?
- Your accountant.

He says you're running out of money.

Are you?

I'm doing fine,

just like you two kids.

Mom,
who the hell is Nica Pierce?

What?

Yes, I did know Nica.

I met her at one of those charity events
I go to.

She was a very sad woman

and very unhealthy mentally.

She was sort of a little bit
obsessed with me.

But I hardly knew her.

That's why I had a new
security system installed

just in case.

Oops, secure.

You installed
a whole new security system

because you were worried that some woman
you "barely knew" was coming to get you?

How many times have I told you
the cautionary tale of Judy Foster?

- It's Jodie Foster, Mom.
- Glen, where are you going?

You haven't finished your meatballs.

Phone's dead.
I need to charge it.

- Mom.
- Hmm?

There's something else
that I've been meaning to talk to you...

Oh, shit,
don't tell me you're pregnant.

Jesus, Mom.

I'm not ready to be a grandmother.

Please, stop making everything
about you.

Oh, okay, um, sorry.

Tell me.

When I was little,

like really little,

did I ever hurt someone?

Hurt? Well, what do you mean?

Um...

I've been having this dream.

I guess it's more like
a nightmare.

And there's a woman...

and she's blonde,
and she's screaming

because she's on fire.

And it just feels like
I'm the one who did it.

And there's another voice
that's a man,

and he's nice.

He's... he's encouraging me.

And he called me shit-face.

Well, you and Glen
have always had vibrant imaginations.

You're sure nothing happened?

I mean,
there must have been something,

I mean, some sort of trauma.

Because, I mean, Glen and I,

we've never felt whole.

All we want to know is why.

I just want you two to be happy.

Oh, what is taking Glen
so long?

- Find your charger?
- Yes. Yes.

Glen, this is... this... this is Jeeves.

I hired a little extra help for tonight,
for your birthday.

He was supposed to be here
an hour ago.

I told you,
my improv class went late.

You're a butler?

Yeah! I mean, tonight I am.

Well, have at it, Jeeves.

- Oh, yeah. Nice to meet you, sweetie.
- Mm.

Why do you keep that door locked?

Honey, all my shoes
are in there.

I don't want you stealing
my Manolo Blahniks again.

You're too young
to be so suspicious.

Not everything has
to be an unpleasant surprise.

Surprise!

What the hell is this?

We wanted a surprise party,
so we threw one ourselves.

That doesn't make
any sense.

We figured you wouldn't want
to have people over,

given your Norma Desmond vibes
as of late,

but isn't it nice
to see everybody?

I mean, Auntie Gina,
Uncle Pants, Mrs. Stracke.

I wasn't expecting this.

Party pooper.

That's me. I'm a party pooper.

Yes, honey, why don't you
take that in the kitchen?

You too, Glenda.
Thank you, thank you.

You haven't been avoiding me
just over that silly poker debt.

I don't owe you any money.

No, Sutton, I paid you back.

Jen, what is going on?

- Really, are you okay?
- Nothing is going on.

- I've been busy.
- Doing what?

Come on, kid.

You're amongst friends.

Now, if you've been holed up here
waiting for a face lift to settle or...

- Face lift?
- Whatever...

- Joey, what is wrong with you?
- Let me finish.

- You come over here to insult me?
- I'm just saying... I'm just saying...

all I'm saying is,
time and money well spent.

Shut up, Joey.

Too busy to call?

Jen, we have been worried about you.

What is this,
a party or an intervention?

If the muumuu fits.

Well, I wasn't expecting guests,
Ms. Fashionista.

For a year, you, Ms. Party Girl,

were not expecting guests
for an entire year?

Sorry, Jen, I don't buy it.

Just tell us what's going on.

Who the hell is that now?

Hello, Jen.

Don't you have a hug
for your long-lost little sister?

Oh, my God.

And just enough left for me.

- Champagne?
- We'd love some.

We'd love some too.

- Oh, what, all of you?
- Yes, thank you.

Huh.

I would like to propose a toast.

What are we drinking to?

Sir,
what are you staring at?

Don't worry. We're used to it.

We're used to it too.

To family.

- To family.
- To family.

Aunt Meg,
it's great to finally meet you.

- I mean, we're huge fans.
- Aw.

We want to get into
show business too.

You know, Mom always said
you were the older one.

- Is that true?
- Oh.

No.

That's Jen.

You know, plus,

I think everyone
always assumed I was older

because I got famous
way before she did.

You know, of course,
I did receive my Oscar nomination

ten years before she did so...

Ah, so where is she anyway?

I'm ready to party!

Ta-da!

- Oh, Jen, you look stunning.
- Thank you.

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be downstairs.

- I was improvising.
- Well, don't.

- And I was good.
- Shh.

I know
I've been a bit of a recluse this year,

as I'm increasingly
valuing my solitude.

I seem to be entering my Garbo era.

But it is nice
seeing all your sweet faces.

To my babies.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

- Um, Glen, how is that...
- Isn't that your Oscar dress?

No,
but thanks for reminding me

when I lost to that bitch,
Dianne West.

Oh, it's Wiest.

Whatever.

So,

- Meg, um...
- Yeah?

What have you been up to?

Oh, right, seriously, Jen,

you've been dodging me
for 24 years

because, clearly,
I did something to offend you

- and, Jen, I missed you...
- Well, now I forgive you.

For what?
That's what I want to know.

Let's not rehash the past.
Bygones be bygones.

No, no.

You know, ever since you did
that stupid "Chucky" movie,

it's like... that's
when you stop talking to me.

- It's not stupid.
- That's when everything changed.

The "Chucky" movie
was a big hit.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm just...

Holy shit, I got it.

You're Ralphie from The Sopranos.

That is a character I played once.

Are you a fan?

Of you? No, hell no.

No, I cheered when Tony
destroyed your guido ass.

- Uh-huh.
- Your head in that bag?

Mwah, chef's kiss.

- You know, come.
- Yeah?

Guido is now a slur.

And as a fellow American
of Italian descent,

I'd ask you to go a little easy
on the stereotyping.

Not all of us are gangsters.

Some of us are just actors.

Okay, Ralphie.

See, it's Joe.

Joe.

I can see
you're still a little confused.

Are you telling me that
there's not one single actual goodfellow

in your entire dago family?

No, no,
not that I can think of, no.

Well, I thought you was one
of those methadone actors.

No, you see,

it's not my ethnicity I draw from.

It's my natural rage at morons
like you.

Hear, hear.

What about you, Gi-na?

Oh, please do not call me that.

Okay, fair enough.

But are you a method actor,
you know, for like...

like a threesome scene,
like, girl-on-girl shit?

Oh, my God.

Joey, I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but for once,
we actually agree on something.

This guy's an absolute moron.

It's going to be a bumpy night.

Jeeves, may I speak to you, please?

Yeah, yeah, one second,
give me one second.

Don't think I forgot about you.
I recognize you too.

Um, yeah,
I'm on a reality show.

It wasn't a reality show,
it was hardcore reality.

Laguna Beach, last summer?

I beg your pardon, sir.

No, I swear, if I knew you were famous,
I would have called you back.

Just make sure
you stay out of Russia.

- Why?
- They wouldn't understand you.

Who does?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I just gotta ask because I don't know.

What the hell are you two
supposed to be anyway?

I beg your pardon.

No, you look like a boy.
He looks like a girl.

Glen and I are both nonbinary.

That's kind of the point.
We go by they/them.

Yeah, but they/them
have always been plural.

Strunk and White,

the Holy Bible of the English language,
dictates that.

Why don't you drag yourself
into the 21st century, ass wad?

Language evolves, taint breath.

Besides, Strunk and White
have been dead for years.

Please show my niblings
the simple respect they deserve.

- Hear, hear.
- Your niblings?

Yeah, other acceptable,
gender-neutral terms

for niece and nephew are niephling,
chibling, and sibkid.

Oh, my God, you are so cute.
I love you.

Yeah, it's very cute and stupid
because those aren't words!

The hell is wrong
with you people?

Jeeves, will you please
come with me right now!

But of course.

- I told you!
- Why are you yelling in front of everyone?

What did I tell you about being down...
so what... where... Jeeves!

Jeeves!

What a dick.

I told you to guard this door, you moron,

not to insult my guests!

If I wasn't so desperate for help,
I'd kill you myself.

Why don't you just
put up some cameras?

Because I have nosy teenagers,
and I can't take any chances.

Well, what are you
hiding in there anyway?

If you must know,
my girlfriend.

And my husband.

Hooray for Hollywood.

What the hell?

Where the hell is everybody?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

No.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Nica?

Jen-Jen,
what's going on?

Don't sneak up on me
like that.

What are you
doing in here?

Just...

Holy shit.

Jesus, what the...

Oh, my God!

Let us out! We're stuck!

I think he's...
I think he's dead.

He's dead?

Mom, what happened?

Uh...

ha!

The first victim is the butler.

For Glen and Glenda.

You know how the twins
love a murder mystery.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
this is a murder mystery party?

Exactly, Gina.

You know I love that.

That's why I hired
this Jeeves here.

But now he's murdered.

Not really,
he's just, you know, an actor.

That guy is no actor.

He's solid oak.

I can see his eyes moving from here.

We are all going to solve this mystery.

I need to know who killed Jeeves

and who opened the bedroom door.

All of you are suspects,

each and every one of you.

And I am going to find out who did it.

All right,
so we have Sal De Marco.

Dude, I don't care what Joey says,
you are killing it as a dead guy.

It says Topanga Security,
so he's a security officer.

Our first clue.

No, no,
that doesn't mean anything.

The jury will please disregard.

Gina, give me that.

Oh!

Arsenic.

How do you know
what arsenic smells like?

And what is so important
about that room?

Yeah, it looks like Rapunzel's bedroom
or something.

It looks like Rapunzel
had a really bad tummy ache.

Yuck.

Jennifer, who's your decorator?

I am going to be asking all the questions
from here on out.

Now I kindly request
that the assembled company

please retire to the drawing room.

What is that?

It's called the living room.

Okay, bye.

I'll join you later.

- Good job, Jeeves.
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, bye.

You too, Ms. Snoopy Pants.

Go on, get out of here.

Nica?

Nica,

where are you?

The champagne was served
shortly after 8:00.

The lights went out at 8:30.
That was the time of death.

So since all of you are still alive,

I'm deducing that sometime
between 8:00 and 8:30,

the killer put the poison

in the champagne bottle.

Mm.

But we were
all in here together, guv'nor.

So any of us could have done it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Exactly.

- Sutton.
- Yes.

How did you feel when Jeeves
told everybody he screwed you?

Angry enough to kill him?

Well, Gina hated him too.

Yeah, but I didn't bugger him.

Maybe both of you did it.
In cahoots, that would be fun.

It weren't me, mate.

As I recall, the gentleman had the gall

to insult Italians,

which, Joey, will give you the motive
to kill him to defend your honor.

Gina, what are you doing?

- I'm trying to do that '80s...
- Well, no...

- You know, BBC sort of thing.
- Just stop.

I know, it's not...
listen, I didn't practice it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, wait.

Listen, you'll love this one.
Um...

Don't blame me,
stranger, for your troubles.

I'm innocent.

- Yeah?
- Okay, yeah,

- that was brilliant, that was brilliant.
- Thank you.

Maybe you should lay off
the champagne a little bit.

Auntie Gina, what about this?

Joey here
must have killed the poor sod

in self-defense.

Oh, that's so good. Bravo.

We're kind of anglophiles.

You know, maybe we need
some forensic accountants around here.

What, what, what?
Forensics, why?

Jen, this is Beverly Hills.

All crimes are almost always
about money.

Oh, I see.

You're just rehashing
your "Housewives" bit

from season 11.

It was not a bit.

Hey, hey, how about this?

- "Basic Instinct."
- No one wants to see that, Joe.

You didn't mind at Cannes.

All right,
all of you are behaving very strangely

and very suspiciously, so...

You're behaving
pretty peculiarly yourself.

I'm the detective,
so I know I didn't do it.

But all of you
had multiple motives,

especially when the victim
refused to honor my kids' pronouns.

Who would commit murder
over pronouns?

Each and every one of you

because I know you all love Glen
and Glenda as much as I do,

and I love each and every one
of you for it.

Even you, Meg.

What about them?

- Us?
- Yeah.

True, true.

You two have as much motive
to kill that man as we do.

That's ridiculous.

I mean, if we killed
every small-minded idiot

that insulted us,
half the country would be dead by now.

And we wouldn't hurt a fly.

Uh...

Um, if you'll excuse me
for a moment, a little...

a little emergency.

I have to go put out some fires.

Nica?

Nica?

Oh, Gina, you just about
gave me a heart attack.

I wasn't expecting you.

Jen, why the hell are you hanging out
with a Beverly Hills housewife?

Beverly Hills is just a state of mind.

Sutton is... she's odd but nice.

Jen, are you sleeping
with Sutton?

No, Sutton?

- No.
- Okay, well, I mean,

- you're sleeping with someone 'cause...
- No, I'm not.

- You ghosted me. You could tell me.
- No, no.

No, Gina, Gina,

there's only you.

Only you.

- Can I tell you a secret, Jen?
- Sure.

Yes, I like secrets.

Do you know when we first met?

Yes, I remember that.

- It was, yeah, a Saturday.
- Yes.

- It was a Saturday?
- Yes, and...

- Oh, you're so romantic.
- Oh, what are you doing?

- So when we first met...
- Yes?

I kind of thought
you were boring.

What... what...
what are you doing?

- A little actress-y maybe.
- Um, yeah.

- And then you did that "Chucky" movie.
- Yes.

- And you kind of became a little detached.
- Oh, yeah.

A little distant,

kind of irresistible.

Oh, yeah, I...

I hear that a lot, yes.

- Jen.
- Uh-huh?

I think
we shouldn't hide anymore.

I think we should tell everyone
we're together. I'm sick of it.

Seriously, I know before
we were worried about work,

but now it would actually help us
get jobs, to be honest.

Oh, um, um, Gi...

Gina,
stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Gina?

Yes, Jen.

Can I ask you a question?

Anything.

Did you kill the butler?

What?

The butler, did you kill him?

- I just want to know.
- Okay.

Mm-hmm.

I could see baby...

wants to play some more,
hmm?

Fraulein wants to role play.

- No, no, she doesn't.
- Sure.

I'd do anything for you.

Why, in fact,
Mama has a surprise for you.

I brought you something
very special.

You wait here for me
while I go get it.

- Uh, yes, I'm not...
- You won't go anywhere?

You're not going to be a bad,
little Liebchen, are you?

- I'm not going to be...
- Because you would be punished if you are.

A bad little Liebchen.
I'm just going to wait right here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, you're...

Um, bye, Gina.

Nica.

Nica, are you there?

Ah!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, Joey, Joey, Joey!

It's not a good time.

No, Joey, I'm very, very busy.

What... you're...

- Gina.
- Uh, yeah?

- I think she still wants to bang you.
- Yeah, probably.

But I'm totally down for it
if you let me watch.

No, Joey, Joey.

I have a question for you.

Did you kill the butler?

- I'll tell you.
- Hmm?

- If you blow me.
- Ah!

Not now, Joey. I'm really, really busy.

I'll catch you later.

I swear I didn't kill him.

He was dead
when I came down to get you.

Do you believe me?

Yeah.

Everything was working.

I mean, she's totally distracted
by the party,

and everybody's
fawning over her,

and she's pretty drunk,
like usual.

She's got this new
security system,

and I can't just take you out
the back door like we planned.

And until the power comes back on,
I can't even get you out of the basement

because we need
the elevator.

Are you sure she doesn't
know about this room?

Yeah.

It's the only part of the house
her stupid app doesn't know about.

She never knew
about this room.

Me and Glenda found it
when we were nine.

Glen.

I cannot go back.

Nica, I promise you're
leaving this house tonight.

Sorry.

This is my big courtroom scene.

Jim Carrey
said I was the best actress

he ever worked with,

even better than Nicole Kidman.

Yeah, he said "Jennifer Tilly,

you should have another...

another..."

And she's out.

Ridiculous.

Glenda.

I want to see what she's hiding
in that room.

Skullduggery!

I didn't think you had it in you.

- Can't get in?
- As if.

Where'd you get those?

Auntie Gina
gave them to me.

Oh, wait.

We have no idea
what's in there.

I think we should
get out of here.

Grow a pair.

Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, God!
Oh, God, you've gotta help me!

- Are you Glen?
- No, I'm Glenda.

How do you know who we are?

Your mother is a psychotic murderer
who thinks she's in love with me,

and she chopped off all my limbs,

and she's kept me trapped in here
for a year.

- Mom's a murderer?
- Mom's a lesbian?

She's not who you think she is.

We have to get you out of here.

- Wait, what if she's lying?
- Glenda, who would lie about this?

- You're so naive.
- And you're impulsive.

- I'm getting the wheelchair.
- Wait!

You can't just wheel me
out of here, okay?

I'm wanted in five states,
and I'm not going back to the asylum.

What'd you do?

I was framed.

Sure.

Look,

I have no home and no family.

But before I can just waltz on
out of here,

I need a safe place to go,
or your mother is gonna hunt me down.

Yoo-hoo, sweet faces!

Get out of this room, okay?

Gag me and get out of here.
Don't tell her you found me.

I have a plan if you help me.

Of course we'll help you.

I'll distract Mom.

Oops.

Forgot this.

Ow.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Glenda.

You're even more beautiful
than I imagined.

Thanks,
but what's it to you?

Because I'm your dad.

Chucky!

I got trapped in this body,
and your mom's holding me hostage.

What do you know
about my dad?

Did you do something
to him?

Glenda, it's me.

My dad bailed on us.

Do you know what it does to a kid

when a parent decides
they're not worth staying for?

It leaves a big, empty hole
in your chest right here.

That's what it does.

You got a hole in your chest?

Let me see.

It's a fucking metaphor.

That's right.

Give your dad hell, kid.

But listen,
I didn't bail on the family.

I wanted to stay,

but your mom drove me away
and lied to you about it.

This is all bullshit.

Deep down,
you know it's true.

So when you're ready
to get revenge on your mom

for keeping us apart, come back.

I got a plan, shit-face.

What did you just call me?

Shit-face.

I always meant it affectionately.

Hello, Billy.

It's Billy the bear.

Hello, Billy.

Ah.

Ah.

What? What is it?

My pinky itches.

Huh.

Sometimes it's like
I can still feel things,

like my brain hasn't caught up
to my body or something.

Sometimes I feel like that too.

Like something's missing.

Inside.

You're a good kid, Glen.

You're definitely
not like your parents.

Do you know my dad too?

Yeah.

Is he as crazy as my mom is?

Yeah.

It's now or never.

Oh.

You ready to kill your mom,
shit-face?

What did you just say
to me, Nica?

Oh, I'm not Nica.

Glen's a wuss.

- They never would've agreed to kill Mom.
- Oh, that's too bad.

Now...

where are my arms?

You know what, pig?

I think you killed Jeeves,

didn't you, Meg?

What the hell are you talking about?
I'm a little confused right now.

I thought it was just a...

How did you get in that room?

How did you get in there?
It was locked.

- No, it wasn't. It was open.
- It was not open. It was locked.

- Jen, would you stop this?
- I bet you killed Jeeves.

- Just stop it. Just stop it.
- You killed him, didn't you?

Hiya, Tiff.

Oh, Chucky,
why don't you just die already?

You first.

Chucky, please,
we can still work things out.

The only thing left to work out, Tiff,

is whether I shoot you in the head
or the heart.

You already broke my heart,
Chucky.

Okay, the head it is.

I'm so sorry,

so is she supposed to be the murderer?
Because we haven't met her.

- It's not totally fair.
- I don't really know her.

The wheelchair,
we need to check it for fingerprints.

Really, Meg?
You want to play the game now?

Hold this.
It's going on the Gram.

Please, Chucky.

You know...

I'm almost gonna miss you, Tiff.

No! Oh, no!

Almost!

Glenda, what the fuck?

Sorry, somebody
must have taken the bullets.

You bastard!

I'm sorry, Nica.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Are you following this at all?
- Yes, it's fabulous.

I love you, I love you.

- Nica!
- I'm sorry.

- Come on!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Who's Nica?

- Who's Nica?
- No, no!

- Come on.
- I'm not going.

What?

I can't just leave Mom like this,

especially after what you
tried to do to her.

What about me?

I can't.

Mom needs help. We all do.

Fine!

Just ask her,

who's Tiffany Valentine?

No!

No!

Nica, stop, stop!

No!

No!

Nice to finally meet you.

- I'm Kyle.
- Nica.

No, Nica!

Nica, come back!

No!

No!

Where's Glen?

They're not coming.
Just drive.

No!

No... ahh!

Brava!

Brava!

This is the best murder mystery
party I've ever been to ever.

Brava, Jen!

I didn't understand a thing that
happened, but I loved every minute of it!

- Wait, hey.
- Hm?

Where's Joey?

To help us figure it all out,

please welcome
one of my biggest fans,

WWE superstar Liv Morgan!

Liv, welcome to the show.

Thank you, Chucky.
It's truly an honor to be here with you.

Fantastic.

Who do you think killed the butler?

Well, I have a theory.

It's always the person you least suspect,
so I'm gonna have to go with Meg.

I mean,
did you see Agnes of God?

Nope, never heard of it.

Now let's roll the tape.

Just enough left for me.

Champagne?

- We'd love some.
- We'd love some too.

Ta-da!

Oh, Jen, you look stunning.

Thank you.

- Mm, there's my girl.
- You know it!

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be downstairs.

- I was improvising.
- Well, don't.

Apparently, Glenda always
keeps some strychnine handy.

You must be so proud.

But Glenda was supposed to kill
my ho-bag ex too, so...

who took the bullets
out of the gun?

Sutton?

You're not very good at this,
are you?

I knew it.

I knew she was seeing
someone else.

Uh, it's not what you think.

Really, Joey no-pants?

Okay, it's what you think.

I'm in love with her, okay?

What are you doing?
Just being a dick, getting your rocks off?

I love her too.

Or maybe it's less.
I don't know.

What's the right answer?

Why don't you try honesty,
Joey, for once in your life?

Honesty is the only thing
that's gonna get you out of here alive.

Um, Gina, I, uh...

I just got this suit. It's Armani.

Do you love her or not?

I love her.

Wrong answer.

Wait, I'm confused.

So how did Gina
get the gun?

Okay, so Glenda knew
they were gonna need a gun

to take care of Tiff for me,

so they asked Auntie Gina to get 'em one
for their birthday.

Now, this is called
a Sutty Butty Butthole.

It tastes much better than it sounds.

Actually, it sounds delicious.

What a cool aunt.

But then Gina took the gun
to deal with Joey.

Tricky minx.

She shot him and hid his body
in the elevator.

She's clearly a sociopath,
not to mention smokin' hot.

I might have to look her up later.

But she's been sleeping
with Tiffany for years,

just like Joey.

Aren't you upset at that,
Chucky?

Yeah.

I think I need a hug.

You like to be hugged.

You're such a big boy.

Now there's just
one more thing.

The network's concerned fans
might have missed

seeing yours truly in action.

Plus, they've probably missed hearing
my ten allotted F-bombs.

Wait, they only give you ten F-bombs
per episode?

Liv, can you help me out?

How?

Roll the tape.

I want Chucky to kill me.

Isn't that a dream?

It's a dream.

I don't want a starring role.
I don't want a lead.

I just want to be brutally murdered
by Chucky.

Come on now, Chucky,
you know I was only kid...

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

This concludes our very special episode
of Chucky.

Tune in again next week as I continue
to torture those dipshit kids.

Good night and sweet dreams.
Fuck, fuck, fu...