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Previously on "Chucky"...

God damn it.
This house isn’t evil enough.

We’ve gotta think bigger.

Millions have died
because of the decisions

made inside those walls.

Jennifer Tilly, for the crime
of murder in the first degree,

you are hereby
sentenced to death.

Fais d’elle ma marionette!

Is there anything
I can get for you?

On my way in,
I counted six guards.

What I need from you is to get
a single personal item

from each one of these guards
and bring it to me.

Give it to me straight, Doc.

There’s got to be
something you can do.

I mean, I can’t actually die.

It will take an evil
of a magnitude

even you can’t comprehend.

I’m intrigued.

I miss him too.

You don’t have
to miss him, Daddy.

He’s right there.

There’s a killer
stalking the White House,

and you’re insisting
on throwing a party.

I’m insisting on setting a trap.

They can be my last three
sacred offerings.

And I’ll be free of this curse.

That’s a nice costume
you have there.

You lost?

Hey.

Where is Caroline?

- Who’s Caroline?
- I knew it.

You just used me to get inside,
just like everyone else.

I just wish I could go
to the White House with you.

It’s just till I kill
six people.

It’ll fly by.

Damballa!
Why have you forsaken me?

I’m fucking dying!

Ladies and gentlemen,

as your Commander in Chief,

it is my duty to confront
the terrible weight of any loss

that we suffer
on the battlefield.

As many of you know,

my family and I are
no strangers to tragedy.

And while this might be
the White House,

for me and my family,
it is also home.

We’re devastated

by the tragedy
that unfolded here last night.

Daddy.

Um...

uh...

God, sorry.

Most of the guests last night
were also

close friends and colleagues,

men and women
that have dedicated

their entire lives
to public service...

Daddy.

Many of the guests here
last night were...

Mr. President?

Daddy, no.

Daddy. Daddy, no.

Daddy.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Obviously, these are
very difficult times

for the President
and the First Family.

We ask that you respect
their privacy as they grieve.

Thank you.

Oh, Madam First Lady,

I didn’t think
you were still coming

after that debacle
of a press conference.

- He’s tired, is all.
- Of course. You know him best.

But given the President’s
demeanor this morning,

I have to ask,

did you tell him
about our little project?

This cleanup we’re doing?
- Of course not.

James doesn’t know anything
about what’s going on,

and that’s how
it’s going to stay.

Secrets like that
can be hard to keep.

I should know.

Not when you’re keeping them

to protect your family

and everything you’ve worked
to build.

Now, Mr. Pryce,
any other questions,

or can I ask you some of my own?

What have you found?

Well, after the mishap
on Halloween,

I did a little digging

before the Secret Service
and D.C. Police

could get their paws in things.

The chandelier didn’t fall
by accident.

Someone loosened the bolts.

Our killer is getting
more brazen.

And the bolder he gets,

the more we risk losing control
of the narrative.

It might be time
to change the game plan.

We could feed some
of what we know to the media.

I hope you’re kidding.

We’re knee-deep in this.

There’s no exposing
the truth now.

If it comes out
that we knew something,

we’ll look negligent,
or worse, complicit.

That’s certainly a risk.

No.

The only way
to protect the President,

my family, and ourselves,
I’ll remind you,

is to push through it.

Then there’s something else
you need to see.

There.

Watch there.

I’m sorry to say this, but...

we might be dealing
with something else entirely.

Does that figure look familiar,
Madam First Lady?

No.

It could be anything...
a trick of light, glitch.

It’s meaningless.

You’re here to find a killer,
so find him.

Hey, guys?

Hi, Dad.

Grant, have you seen my book?

How you holding up?

Never been better.

Right.

Hey, maybe when
this is all over,

you can tell me about
that girl you’re seeing.

You should be using
the past tense.

What is that supposed to mean?

Means it’s over.

She was more interested
in where I live

and what my dad does
for a living.

She never gave a shit
about getting to know me.

Hey, hey, hey, language.

I’m sorry.
- Henry, I’ll be in the car.

Hey, buddy.

Come here for a second.

How are you, pal?

Where’s your doll?

He’s resting.

Why is he resting?

Because he’s sick.

He’s so sick.

I’m afraid he’s gonna die again.

Hey.

Do you ever see Joseph?

I see him every day.

No, not the doll.

The real Joseph, your brother.

Do you ever see him?

Henry.

I think it’s time to go.

Hey, try and have
a good day, OK, buddy?

Maybe you should get some rest.

All I’m saying is,

we saw how hard it was
to get to Chucky.

He knows that as long
as he’s in the White House,

we have to play
by different rules.

It doesn’t matter
if he’s in the White House

or a White Castle.

He knows where my sister is.

I’m going to make him tell me.

Lexy’s right.

Our job is the same either way.

Save Caroline, kill Chucky.

But in a hurry.

If the Halloween party is
a sign of what’s to come,

Chucky’s out for blood.

Something doesn’t make sense.

I mean, Chucky can kill
anywhere he wants.

Why is he doing this?

I don’t think
it’s a commemorative pen set.

We have to get back in there.

Yeah, slight snag.

Grant is not my biggest fan
at the moment.

He was upset.

Like, "not answering my texts"
upset.

- Oh.
- This isn’t good.

Boys are so fragile.

It’s all male ego-tripping
bullshit with you guys.

You have to make it up with him.

Look, he feels rejected.

He thinks I used him to get
a behind-the-scenes tour.

You did.

I just need to show him
that I don’t care at all

that his dad’s the president.

I just care about my sister.

So do you think
you can fix it with him?

Let’s see, can I manage

a proud, delicate,
wounded teenage boy

who’s painfully
head-over-heels into me?

Yeah, I think I got this.

They don’t pay me enough
for this shit.

Ah, what’s the point?

Do you ever feel like
the thrill is gone?

Like nothing even matters
anymore?

I used to live for this shit.

You dying in agony,

me gleefully watching you
die in agony.

You just can’t imagine how
disappointing this is for me.

Now I gotta fucking
clean this up.

We were right there,

and we still couldn’t stop
Chucky.

OK, you want to hear my plan?

You know I always love a plan.

OK, so the White House has
underground tunnels.

They’ve been around for decades.

They go to and from
the Residence.

So all we need to do
is find a tunnel.

This isn’t
"National Treasure," babe.

I’ve already looked
into those tunnels.

They’re not dusty caverns
we access by solving riddles.

They’re high security
passageways,

crawling with armed guards.

well, you know I love it
when you come up

with creative solutions.

Yeah, well, I’ll let you know

when I think
of a creative solution

for a killer doll
wielding voodoo magic.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Jake, you’re a genius.

How come we didn’t think
about this sooner?

We kill Chucky over and over.

But he always comes back, right?

Mm-hmm.

Killing him normally is useless.

If Charles Lee Ray
can manipulate magic,

maybe we can too.

It’s time we give Chucky
a taste of his own medicine,

voodoo style.

Well, where do we start?

I mean, where do we go?

We start by searching
for voodoo on the dark web.

If we combine the metadata of
users who post on these sites,

it’ll isolate
common denominators

that lead us to the main...

You want to say that in English?

Oh, a metaphysical expert.
Of course.

This is where we go.

He’s in Georgia,
about a day’s drive away.

Road trip?

Neither of us have
a driver’s license.

Can’t be that hard.

Joseph, you look really sick.

Yeah, well,
I told you, I’m dying.

You can’t die, not again.

Hey, hey, watch it!

Oh, go ahead.

I want to make you feel better.

I don’t think
that’s possible, kid.

Are you cold?
I have your favorite blankie.

Henry?

It’s my face, isn’t it?

Mommy, it’s Teddy!
He’s in my room!

What? No. Sweetheart, no,
Teddy is gone.

No, he’s real!

It’s just your big
imagination again.

Shh.
- He looked at me.

He was trying
to tell me something.

Please go talk to him, Mommy.

OK, OK.

I’ll go take a look, OK?

Please, be careful, Mommy.

Oh, Henry.

Now I can’t even get it up.

This is so embarrassing.

Was that Lexy?

No.

OK, yes.

But I’m not texting back.

I’m pretty sure it’s over.

I mean, when ten people die
on your first date,

it’s kind of a mood killer.

On top of, you know...

The fact that she wasn’t
interested in me.

I’m so sorry.

I mean, she apologized,
but, like...

Grant,

sometimes,
the hard truth is that

apologies just aren’t enough.

A relationship requires trust,

and Lexy broke yours.

The right person will be able
to see and appreciate

who you are
outside of all of this.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you’re right.

Don’t let her manipulate you.

Yeah.

OK, Mom, I get it. Be careful.

I...

Aren’t you supposed to keep
stalkers away from me?

Yeah, well, who’s stalking
who in this scenario?

Look, all I’m saying is,
stop staring at her texts

and talk to the girl in person,

like a big boy.

There you go.

Hey, Grant.

Hey, Lexy.

I wanted to offer my condolences

for what happened at the party.

Is that it?

Been trying
to get a hold of you.

Um...

Look,

you know I know
how much it sucks

to be seen as just the kid
of some politician,

to wonder
if your friends like you

or just your family connections.

- You’re saying that, but...
- I’m not finished.

To me, you’re more
than just the First Son.

You’re funny and a good brother

and a surprisingly great dancer.

And you know what it’s like

to go through some serious shit.

To lose someone you love.

Not everyone understands that.

I don’t know, is there any way
that we could just, like...

start over?

Hi. I’m Grant.

Nice to meet you.

Pretend popular, actual loner.

You’re the first person I’ve...

liked so much.

Ever.

I like you too.

Grant...

About Henry’s doll.

Caroline had the same doll
a few years back, and...

I’m sorry, sir.

But homeroom is starting.

Why don’t you two make a plan
for another time?

Yeah, um...

would you want
to come over again

for, like, a movie night
or something?

Yeah. Yeah, totally.
How’s this weekend?

Oh, and can Jake and Devon
come too?

Why?

I don’t think
they really like me.

Of course they do.

I like you,
and they’re my family.

All right, I’ll text you.

Bye.

OK, tell me about this...

curse you contracted, Jake.

Stop.

Why are you here?

Are you familiar with this doll?

I can’t disclose information
on other patients.

- Oh, come on.
- Wait.

So you’re saying
Chucky’s one of your patients.

Unfortunately, as a physician,

I am una...
- Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Don’t give us any bullshit
about the Hippocratic Oath.

Your website clearly states

that the only oath
you’ve ever taken

is to your one true lord,
Damballa.

Fine.

I treated Charles recently.

- Tell us how to kill him.
- Treated for what, exactly?

My apologies,
but I have sick patients

with actual curses to attend to.

Please.

He’s killed everyone
we’ve ever loved.

My mom, his dad,

the woman who took us in after,

even Jake’s eight-year-old
foster brother.

We can’t live like this anymore.

Dr. Rosen, please!

I’m in agony!

Charles is dying.

Chucky’s died before.

A lot.

He won’t stay dead.

He’ll just move into a new body

and leave the dying one behind.

We have to kill his soul,

make it so Chucky can
never come back again.

Charles’ soul is tainted
with Christian magic.

He mentioned something about
a botched exorcism that...

Ooh...

Ah, that was you guys.

Well, in his current state,
he is unable to combat

the Catholic cancer
that has taken root.

Meaning...

Meaning he can’t jump
to another vessel

until this affliction
is expunged.

Considering his advanced state
and the diminishing time

with which he has
to reverse the situation,

like I said, Charles is dying.

He’s gonna die, soon,

which does not mean
that he will cease to exist.

His soul will cross over
to the spirit realm.

Wait, so is Chucky a spirit
or a soul?

Spirit, soul.
To-may-to, to-may-to.

- To-mah-to.
- Exactly.

Well, how do we get
to the spirit realm?

By dying. Duh.

As a physician, my advice is,
pursue Charles no further.

Only death and suffering
await you on this path.

Have a nice day.

James?

What are you doing home?

I could ask you
the same question.

Is everything OK?
- No.

No, things haven’t been
for some time now.

What does that mean?

It’s Henry.

And his obsession with ghosts
and Joseph.

I’ve been meaning
to talk to you about that.

He says he saw Teddy’s ghost
in his bedroom.

I think he’s getting worse.

I... I think Teddy’s death is
bringing up

some unresolved feelings
about Joseph and...

Charlotte, I believe him.

I’ve seen Joseph.

James.

At the Halloween gala.
I saw him.

No, James,
that was Henry’s doll.

No, Charlotte, it was him.

Why didn’t you tell me?

We used to tell
each other everything.

What am I supposed to say?

Huh?

That I see ghosts?

Isn’t that what you’re
telling me now?

It’s different now

because I’m sure
what I saw was real.

At the press conference
yesterday,

Joseph was there again.

He sat there watching me.

He was watching me, Charlotte,

reminding me of all my failures.

Oh, no, you haven’t failed.

Joseph was sick.

There’s nothing any of us
could have done to save him.

Remember what Dr. Schneider
said in therapy?

You know,
sometimes our mind finds ways

of helping us cope
with our grief.

Don’t do this to me.
Charlotte.

Don’t treat me like a child.
- But maybe you just need

some rest.
- I know what I saw.

I saw our son.

Tell me I’m going crazy.

Tell me I’m losing my mind.

Explain it to me because
I’m trying to understand,

you know?

Do you think I’m heartless?

That I don’t mourn Joseph too?

That you and Henry are
the only ones

with a hole inside you
where he used to be?

I think about him every day.

Every time I walk past his room,

find something of his,

or watch our boys
struggle to grow up

without their baby brother, I...

I can’t dwell on that.

I have to be strong
for our family.

If you need to see
Dr. Schneider again

to help you cope with our loss,
I can arrange that.

But I need you...

I need you
to get a hold of yourself.

I cannot be the only one
keeping this family together,

not alone and not anymore.

How could you?
What have you done?

You’ve done this.

Mommy has to go now.

And you have to be a good boy.

What a fucking joke.

Because you promised us.

And this one?

He didn’t even get a franchise.

- Oh, God, no.
- What are you doing?

Kill me now.

That little bitch!

She stole my moves.

Fuck you, Ma-three-gan.

Security!

Within the impenetrable
walls of the Cutler unit

just behind me,

actress Jennifer Tilly is
currently on death row,

awaiting execution.

Oh, Tiff.

Who would’ve thought
it would all end like this?

The doctor was pretty convinced

we were gonna
get ourselves killed.

Yeah, well, he doesn’t know us.

I mean, we survived
this long, anyways.

It just seems like it’s gonna
catch up to us someday.

There are so many things
I still want to do,

especially with you.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

You know...

I mean, we’re not gonna
get back until late anyway.

True.

You have something in mind?

That was awesome.

I know.

Elio, Elio, Elio.

Oliver, Oliver...

wait, call me by my name.

Devon, Devon, Devon.

That’s better.

I never want to leave this room.

Me neither.

I feel different.

Good different.

I feel the same.

It’s like...

no, it’s...
it’s gonna sound stupid.

No.

I feel closer to you now,

like nothing can ever
come between us.

I know it...
I know it... it sounds cheesy.

I feel the same.

I love you.

I love you more, Devon.

That’s not possible.

Uh, you ever been to California?

No.

I’ve always wanted to go.

I mean,
maybe when this is all over,

we can go on a...
like a cross-country trip.

Visit every state,
like Nebraska.

I mean, what’s even in Nebraska?

Yeah, sure.
Yeah, we could do that.

If this is ever over.

You OK?

Fine.

What’s going on?

Just...

we don’t have to go back,
you know?

We can still go on that trip,
now.

Devon.

Chucky’s dying
like the doctor said.

We can run away together.

No more waiting.

Let’s be done with it.

I’m afraid if you go back...

Jake, I can’t lose you.

Devon, you know
we can’t leave Lexy.

I mean, she’s our family.
- No, I know.

But she can come with us.
I think we could convince her...

I know you’re scared.

I am too.

We’re the heroes.
We’re the final girls.

I mean, we’re Jamie Lee fucking
Oscar-winning Curtis.

And we’re gonna win
this time, OK?

Right.

Let’s finish this.

I can’t do this anymore.

I need to tell James the truth,
all of it.

You know you can’t do that,
Charlotte,

not after everything we’ve done.

May I ask what brought on
this sudden change of heart?

James is losing his mind.

So is Henry.

They think they’re seeing
ghosts, for fuck’s sake.

And it’s all my fault.

I am not protecting my family.
I am destroying them.

There may be some truth
to what James told you.

Oh, are you kidding me?

Charlotte, please.

Let me explain.

No evidence, no leads.

How does a killer
enter the White House,

the most secure place
in the world,

and murder over a dozen people?

That is a good question,

and one that you were supposed
to figure out.

The answer is clear.

I don’t think we’re dealing
with a political assassin

or a serial killer.

What we’re dealing with
is something supernatural.

The footage
from the Halloween gala

shows your son Joseph...

Oh, you want to pin the murders

on a disappearing kid,
on a ghost?

Look.

Miss Tilly?

It’s him again.

He won’t stop calling.

You can go now.

- Hey, doll.
- Chucky.

I said I didn’t want
to talk to you.

Even if it’s your last chance?

What are you talking about?

I’m the one on death row.

I turn on the news,
and you’re at the White House,

moving up in the world

while I’m stuck here
behind bars to rot.

I’m dying, Tiff.

Oh.

OK, well...

call me when you resurrect.

I may be out of here by then.

No, I’m not gonna be
resurrecting.

Not this time.

No, it’s the long dirt nap
for me,

the big enchilada.

I’m a fucking goner.

What are you talking about?

I screwed things up
with Damballa,

didn’t pay
the spiritual power bill,

and now it’s lights out.

No.

No, Chucky, you’re a cockroach.

You always come back.

Not this time.

You should see me.

I’m bald.

I’m withered.

I think I saw a liver spot
on my...

Stop it, Chucky.

Stop it. That’s disgusting.

Worst part is,

after all the kills
and all the thrills,

here at the end,

I’m not even sure
what it was all for.

No, Chucky.

You’ve lived a great life.

And you’ve ended so many more.

You know, Chucky,

despite everything,
despite all the times

we’ve tried to disembowel
each other,

you’re still
the brilliant psychopath

I fell in love with.

And you always will be.

I love you too, Tiff.

Those three brats are
gonna be coming for me.

I think I’m gonna
just throw in the towel.

Pull yourself together.

You’re Chucky the Killer Doll.

Don’t you ever let them forget
who you are.

Don’t you want to go down
in history

as the greatest serial killer
of all time?

Think of where you are, Chucky.

You’re at the fucking
White House!

I say, go out
in a blaze of glory

and take as many as you can
with you on the way out.

The greatest of all time, huh?

You know what, doll face?

You’re right.

You’re absolutely right.

Daddy.

Daddy!

Daddy.

Joseph?

Daddy.

Joseph.

Daddy, look out!

Ah!

It’s been fun, Mr. President.

But I’ll take it from here.

Blaze of glory, huh?

How about
the whole fucking inferno?