Child's Play 4 - Bride of Chucky (1998) Movie Script
- Hello.|- Hey, I'm on my way.
- And don't forget my money.|- See you soon.
- And, Bailey, don't you forget.
Shit.
- Curiosity killed the cat.|- Shit!
- Jesus!
Cool.
Well, hello, dolly.
What are you|thinking about
Who do you|think you are
Oh, rage in the cage|and piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way|to bring the giant down
Defunct the strings|of cemetery things
We're one flat foot|on the devil's wings
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
What are you|thinking about
What are you|thinking about
Who do you|think you are
Oh, raping the geek|and hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice|on a sentimental noose
Operation filth, they love|to love the wealth
Of an S.S. whore|making scary sounds
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What are you|thinking about
Aw, crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Hello. I'm Chief Kincaid,|Jade's uncle.
- David Collins. Nice to meet you, sir.|- David, come on in.
Jade!
David's here!
I've been hearing good things|about you, David.|You're off to Princeton next fall.
Yes, sir.
- What are you going to study?|- Theater Arts.
Mm-hmm. But on an athletic|scholarship, right? Playing hockey?
Figure skating.
Mm-hmm. Jade!
Warren, don't scream.
Hi.
You look great.
Jade, uh, I have to tell you. This guy|is a big improvement over the last one.
- I think your mother|and father would've agreed.|- My parents liked all my friends.
I'll be home by midnight.
She's in good hands, sir.
Uh... You forget something?
Oh. This is for you.
- I love lilies.|- Actually, it's an orchid.|Uh, cymbidium orchid?
You put it in a vase|and drop an aspirin in the water,
it should last you|the whole week.
Or so I read.|Nice meeting you.
She just left.
- You look beautiful.
- So Warren fell for it?|- Mm-hmm.
David made quite an impression.|I think Warren's in love.
Yuck. Not my type.
I'm so over that|whole uniform thing.
I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me
You see, I am|the boogie-woogie...
- Christ. it's Needlenose.
Gotcha.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Awake!
Awake!
Awake! Awake!|Awake! Awake!
What a crock.
- Hey, Tiffany.|- What are you doing here?
Come on. Let me in.|I'll catch my death out here.
Promises, promises.
Whoa. Whoo!|Hey, how was your day?
Same old, same old.
- Oh, hey, check it out.|- What?
- Check it out.|- What is it?
- You mean who is it?|- Who is it?
You mean who was it.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You really did|a number on him, didn't you?
What did you use? Was it|really bloody? Did he scream a lot?
Was he ha...
You know, Damien,|this guy looks awfully familiar.
I recognize|the nail polish.
- Shit.|- You never really actually|killed anybody, did you?
Did you? Did you?|You pathetic worm!
Come on, Tiff.|I'm working up to it.
Aw, man.
You know, it took me|ten hours to make that thing.
- Damien.|- Yeah?
Could you do me|a favor...
and see if my lipstick|is under the sofa there?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.|Back on your knees.
Crawl.
Good boy.
Stay down on the floor|where you belong.
That's right.
There's nothing under here.
Charlotte.
- How did you get out?|Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Oh!
Ugh!
- Tiffany.
Well, here we are.
How long have we been|going out for now, huh?
What?
- Don't you think you've|kept me waiting long enough?|- No.
Oh.
You know what|the French call an orgasm?
- Le petit morte.
"The little death".
Come on, Tiffany.|Let's die a little.
Ah!
Hi. I'm Chucky.|Wanna play?
- Where the hell|did you get this thing?|- Got him from the cops.
He's the actual doll from those murders.|I stitched him together.
- You got to be kidding me.|- No, I'm not kidding you.|Why would I kid you?
- I knew you were obsessed, but...|Chucky? He's so '80s.|- I'm not ob...
- He isn't even scary.|- No, he's not. Yes, he is.
What are you|looking at, punk?
All right.|So, I was wrong.
I thought he'd make|an... interesting toy.
- Damien?|- Huh?
You wanna play?
Okay.
First, I do this.
Are you ready|for a menage a trois?
- What's that?|- I thought you understood French.
- Ow! Oh-ho!
Now you watch me.
Both of you.
You know, Damien, there's something|I never told you about Chucky.
- Don't tell me Schmucky is|one of those dolls who wets his pants.|- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I wouldn't talk that way|about Chucky if I were you.
He has a very bad temper.
- Ooh!|- You see, we lived together for years.
Of course, that was|before the cops killed him.
That was before he passed|his soul into that doll there.
Boy, was he ever jealous.
Anybody even looked at me,|Chucky would take care of him.
Wouldn't you, Chucky?
We were gonna get married.
God, was he|an incredible lover.
- He was the best I ever had.|- Come on, baby.
He ain't big enough to take care|of a woman like you.
It ain't the size that counts, asshole.|It's what you do with it.
All right.
Hi.
Hi.
- How you been?|- Okay.
- You?|- Peachy.
Actually, to tell you the truth,|I've been kinda out of it.
I know. It took me|ten years to find you.
That is sick.
What are you doing|with this jerk anyway?
Ten years is|a long time, Chucky.
Besides, I was never|actually with him.
You know me.
I'll kill anybody,|but I'll only sleep with someone I love.
- You look great, Tiff.|- Thanks.
I mean it.|I gotta be honest.
I always thought|you were gonna let yourself go.
Come here.
Yeah.
Huh?
Stop it.
- Hmm.
All right,|you satisfied?
- Can I wait in the car, please?|- No.
All right,|Boogie Nights, you're up.
This is such|a load of shit.
You know we haven't|been drinking.
Well, then, you've got|nothing to worry about, do you?
Evening, Chief.
Seems like|a false alarm here.
That's okay, Norton.|Better safe than sorry, right?
- This is a new low.|- For you too.
- Get in the car.|- Bite me.
Jade, when you're 18,|you can go to hell for all I care.
But until then,|I'm stuck with you.
And I'll be damned|if I'm gonna let you embarrass me...
by ending up on Jerry Springer|with some trailer trash lowlife.
- You fuck.|- But you won't.
Not Jade anyway.|Not anymore.
In the car.
You can't keep us|from seeing each other.
I'm the Chief of Police, sport.|I can do whatever I want.
So if, for example, I was|to run a blood test on you tonight...
and the results made you look like|Christian Slater on New Year's Eve,
you think anybody|would question me?
- He's bluffing.|- Try me.
I wish we really could|choose our own families.
David, you keep|your orchid dry now, you hear?
- Come on, sunshine.
"Try me".
Screw him.
lf I were you, I would take Jade,|get the hell outta Dodge...
and never look back.
Look, Chucky.
I made Swedish meatballs,|your favorite.
Honey, you shouldn't have.
Well, I wanted everything tonight|to be absolutely perfect.
Tiff, what the hell|is that?
It's a playpen, silly,|for the nursery.
You know, Chucky,|I still have the ring.
- What ring?|- The ring, the one you left for me.
I found it on the mantel the night you|were killed. I've never taken it off.
Oh, that? The one I got|from Vivian Van Pelt.
- Vivian who?|- Vivian Van Pelt.
I dumped her|in the river, remember?
That ring is worth|five or six grand, easy.
You mean.... you weren't|gonna ask me to marry you?
What are you, fucking nuts?
You thought...
You haven't changed.
You'll never change.
What the hell|was I thinking?
Now, the first thing we gotta do is|get me outta this body once and for all.
No.
I think I prefer you|like this.
You're kinda cute.|You're just like a little baby.
- Is the little baby ticklish? Is he?|- Stop!
- Is he? Is he? Is he?|- Stop! Stop!
- Is he? Is he? Okay. Mommy's tired.
Time to go to sleep.
Okay, I get it.
You're still hung up|on the domestic thing.
No problem.|We'll get hitched.
Sorry.|I'm not into short guys.
My mother always said|love was supposed to set you free.
But that's not true, Chucky.
I've been a prisoner of my love for you|for a very long time.
Now it's payback time.
You let me outta here|right now!
Sweet dreams, asshole.
I'm crazy
Crazy for feelin'|so blue
I knew
You'd love me|as long as you wanted
And someday
You'd leave me|for somebody new
Crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy|for lovin' you
I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'
Jesse, honey, could you|give me a hand with this?
Yeah, okay, uh,|just a second.
Thanks, sweetface.|I owe you one.
- Yeah.|- I'm crazy for feeling' so lonely
Shit!
I'm crazy
- Hi.|- Hi.
So, you movin' out already?
No such luck.
Oh, sorry.
You want me|to put that in the car?
Yeah, I'm just, you know,|taking some stuff to the Goodwill.
- It's heavy.|- Oh, yeah.
- What do you got in here?|- Oh, you know.|A little of this, a little of that.
Stuff that's gone|out of style.
You ever look at something,|and you realize you are just|sick to death looking at it?
That's how I feel|about that shit.
Here. In the trunk.
- In the trunk?|- You can do it.
Bend your knees.
Wow. You are strong.|Nice muscle tone. You work out a lot?
I've been doing|some push-ups...
- Sorry.|- No, that's okay.|Can't hurt it. Might help.
Tiffany, where the fuck are you?
You got some company?
Nah, just baby-sittin'.|Foul-mouthed little fucker.
Let me help you|with this.
Oh, um...
What are you doing|later on?
'Cause I was thinking...
maybe you and I could|go get a drink or something.
That is,|if you're up to it.
- No, no. I-I can't.|- Why?
- I'm seeing someone.|- Really?
All the good guys|are taken.
- I-I gotta go.|- Okay.
Bye.
Jesse?
- Treat her right, Jesse.|- Excuse me?
Treat her right.|Never take her for granted.
It's like my mother|always used to say,
"A woman spends all day|slaving over a hot stove for a man,
the least he can do|is the dishes".
She's kind of a philosopher,|my mother.
- Hmm. Take it easy.|- See you around.
Spell "woman".
B-I-T-C-H.
That is incorrect.|The correct spelling of "woman" is...
W-O-M-A-N.
Shows how much you know.
- Yoo-hoo! I'm home.
Oh! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
lf you can't play nice,|I may just have to take your toys away.
I have a surprise for you. I've been|thinking about what you said...
about wanting to get married.
Yeah?
- I think it would|do you good to settle down.|- Babe, this is great!
You won't regret it,|I promise.
I'm gonna treat you|like a princess.
- What's that?|- Your bride.
With this ring, I thee wed.
Oh, Chucky.|She's beautiful.
You are so dead.
Congratulations, Chucky.
Now, I'm sure you two kids|would want to be alone.
While there are|still no leads in the murder|of Officer Bob Bailey,
evidence suggests that his death|may be linked to another body...
found earlier today.
Damien Baylock, whose real name|was Howard Fitzwater,
was dragged from the East River|this afternoon.
Detective Preston, is there a|connection between these two murders?
Could be.
- Possibly.|- Is this the work of a serial killer?
- Maybe.|- I didn't say that.
No, sir, you didn't, but what can|you tell us about these murders?
Nothing.
I can tell you that this used to be|a nice rural community...
She's alive! Alive!
The bride of Frankenstein.
I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.
I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.
You got that right.
She hate me.
We belong dead.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Awake!
Awake!
What a crock.
You son of a bitch!|What have you done to me?
You got your wish.|You're mine now, doll.
And if you know|what's good for you,
you are going|to love, honor and obey.
I wouldn't marry you|if you had the body of G.I. Joe.
Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked|in the mirror lately?
Now's not the time|to get picky. Hmm.
Face it, Tiff.
You need me. Otherwise,|you're stuck like this for good.
I don't need you.|I'll look it up myself.
Oh, go ahead. Chapter six.
Page 217.
The Heart of Damballa.|What's that?
An amulet.
We need it to transfer|our souls into human bodies.
Okay.|And where the hell is it?
I was wearing it|around my neck...
the night those bastards|gunned me down.
It was buried with my corpse|in Hackensack, New Jersey.
- All right, let's go.|- Sure. I'll steer and|you can work the pedals.
We're dolls, you dope!
Oh, my God! What are we gonna do?
Ay-yi-yi.
- Shut up.|- You shut up.
I don't get it.|Why don't you just mail the dolls?
These dolls are very special.
What do you mean,|"special"?
I mean there's 500 bucks in it for you|if you get 'em there by tomorrow.
No questions asked.
I'd do it myself,|but I have to take care of a friend...
who's mentally|incapacitated.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll do it.
But I want a thousand.
Okay, sweetface,|I can give you half now,
and my friend in Jersey|will give you the rest.
Color me|your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color,|darlin'
I know who you are
Come up off|your color chart
I know where|you're coming from
- Call me |- Call me
On the line
Call me,|call me any, anytime
- Call me |- Call me
My love, you can call me|any day or night
Call me
Wow!
Barbie,|eat your heart out.
Uh... um...
- Just act natural.|- Right.
- Call me |- Call me
My love, call me,|call me any, anytime
- Call me |- Call me
My love, call me,|call me for some overtime
"Please deliver dolls|to caretaker's office.
Forest Creek Cemetery.|Hackensack, New Jersey.
Love and kisses, Tiffany".
Cemetery?
Call me for your|lover's lover's alibi
- Call me |- Call me
On the line, call me|call me any, anytime
David, you remember|when you were seeing Brad Barker?
Oh! Vividly. Whoo!
You loved him, didn't you?
Yeah... I did.
What happened?
His mother found|a letter I'd written him.
She freaked,|and we haven't spoken since.
You know, Jade,
we get very few chances|in life to be happy.
You gotta grab the brass ring|when you can.
We don't have time|for this shit.
- Jade, I need to talk to you.|- Hey, Jesse.
- Hey, David.|- I want details.
Jesse, Warren will be home|any second. lf he catches you...
- You know I'll never|take you for granted.|- Jesse...
Like if you'd cook,|I'd do the dishes, right?
- What are you talking about?|- I'd do anything for you,|anything at all.
You know that, right?
- Right?
- Yes. Yes, I know.|- Then marry me.
- What?|- Marry me.
Tonight.
- Warren would kill us.|- I don't care about Warren.
- That's why we're gonna disappear.|- Where are we gonna go?
- Anywhere you want.|- Well, what are we gonna do for money?
I got money.
- Where did you get this?|- You know my neighbor, Tiffany?
She's paying me $500 to take a couple|of dolls to a friend of hers in Jersey.
Jade, there's another 500|when we get there.
Oh, shit, Jesse.|What has that freak gotten you into?
I don't know. I don't care.
I can put a deposit on an apartment.|I'll get a job.
I'll help put you|through college.
I think|I'm gonna throw up.
Jade, marry me.
What do you say?
I say I do.
- Come on. Let's get you packed.|- Okay.
Aw, that's so romantic.
I give them six months,|three if she gains weight.
It's me.
His van is parked right in front|of my house as we speak.
Who the hell is this bozo?|What's he doing?
Screwing with our ride,|that's what.
Ah, what the hell.|I need the exercise.
Were you born with that knife|super glued onto your hand, or what?
- What are you talking about?|- For God's sake, Chucky,|drag yourself into the '90s.
Stabbings went out|with Bundy and Dahmer.
You look like|Martha Stewart with that thing.
- Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?|- My idol.
And what does Martha tell you to do|when guests drop by for dinner...
and you haven't|had time to shop?
You improvise.
What about...
Predictable.
Hmm...
Uh...
Aha.
Who's there?
Ugh!
- Now!
Why does that look|so familiar?
See? Now, that's the work|of a true homicidal genius.
- Not bad, for an amateur.
Shit. Here they come.
- Yeah!
- What do we do with him?|- I don't know.
What would|Martha Stewart do?
Here.
- Come on. Help me.|- I am helping. He's heavy.
Wait.
Huh?
What's the matter?
- I could've sworn that door was locked.|- Come on. We have to go.
Oh, yeah!
Give it back
My, my
Shit!
I'm empty
- And sad
Now what?
How you kids doing tonight?
Going somewhere?
Will you both get out|of the van now, please?
Officer Norton,|I have a question.
All this|following us around...
Is that covered by|your regular salary?
- Or does my uncle pay you extra?|- Extra.
Look, I'm sure you're|not a bad person.
I know that you're|just doing your job.
But couldn't you just|please give us a break?
I wish I could.|You seem like really nice kids.
It's nothing personal,|at least on my part.
But... the money.
- You're disgusting. Shut up!
Shut up, or I swear to God,|I'll fucking vaporize you!
- Ahh!
Come on. Take it easy.
- Take it easy. Come here.|- We're never gonna get away with this.
They're never gonna let us go.
It's gonna be okay. All right?
Now, why don't you go get us|something to eat for the road,
and I'll deal|with Needlenose.
- All right?|- Okay.
Ugh!
Ah!
Oh, that's bullshit!
- You know this isn't mine.|- You're in a lot of trouble, kid.
Now don't you fucking move.
Shit! Shit!
Figures you'd hitch us|a ride with the Fugitive.
Give me your lighter.
- What are you doing?|- Improvising.
Now, sit back|and learn from the master.
Chief Kincaid isn't answering.|- What? I just talked to him.
Rude fucking doll.
Come on, Jade.
- Norton?
- Are you still there?
- Norton!|- Bye!
Jesse!
Jesse!
Jesse!
Get in!
Get in!
There they are!|Call the police!
Shit! Shit! Go!
Jesse, drive! Go!
Go!
Well, at least you haven't forgotten|how to show a girl a good time.
Where were you?
- Is that all you have to say?|- What do you want me to say?
I should think you'd have something|to say about what happened back there.
I got something to say.|I think you're fucking crazy.
I'm crazy? You say you'd do anything|for me, and this is what I get?
You don't think that I had anything|to do with that explosion back there?
- Didn't you?|- No.
To be honest, I was thinking|the same thing about you.
How could you think that?
You announced in front of a hundred|people that you wanted to vaporize him.
- Oh, it was a figure of speech.
You were just as quick|to accuse me.
- Hello.|- What the fuck!
David, I don't know|what the hell is going on around here.
The cops think|it's all cut-and-dried.
Think of Mickey and Mallory,|Bonnie and Clyde. You get the picture?
Mickey and Mallory? Bonnie and Clyde?|They were mass murderers, David.
Multiple murderers, actually.|Mass murders happen all at once,|like at the post office.
Multiple murders|are serial killings.
Am I missing something?|Norton was just one murder, right?
They found a cigarette lighter|next to Norton's car.
Belonged to that cop|who got his throat slashed.
And there's another thing.|Jade, your uncle's missing.
- What?|- I know you two|had nothing to do with this.
But maybe you should turn yourselves in|until they figure it out.
David, are you whacked?|Nobody is gonna believe us.
They're setting up roadblocks|at the border.
- You two had better|lay low for a while.|- Thanks.
Did you see|Warren tonight?
Not since this morning.
- Did you?|- No.
Our little room on Seventh street|is getting cold
I saw a pattern on a blanket|just the other day
It looked just like|the pillow you threw away
Uh-huh
I just woke up|the other night
And now I know what to do|I guess I'll see you in hell
Yeah
- What are you doing?|- Do you trust me, Jade?
Of course I do.
Sucker.
I think they make|a cute couple.
And if you ask me,|it'd be a shame to break 'em up,
if you know what I mean.
Dearly beloved,
we are|gathered here tonight...
to celebrate the union|of two people in holy matrimony.
And what God|joins together,
let no man tear asunder.
Violence in movies and television...
- What is this shit?|- Never mind...
Jesus, the music scene's gone|to hell since I've been dead.
That's more like it.
Isn't it beautiful?
I always dreamed of having|a big church wedding...
with bridesmaids and a cake|and my picture in the paper.
Not just the usual mug shot,|but something really flattering.
Tiff...
I'm sorry.
For everything.
Um, I guess|I can't complain.
I mean, I always wanted us|to spend more time together,
maybe do some traveling|and see the world.
Well, just look at us now.
Yeah. Life sure is|full of surprises.
Stop him!
- Kill him!
For better or worse,
for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health,
- till death do you part.
Congratulations.|You may now kiss the bride.
Huh?
- A true classic never goes out of style.|- That was good.
Is it true that Jesse and Jade|may in fact be the serial killers...
that you've been tracking|for the past few days?
We can't confirm that|at this time.
The previous murders appear to be|the work of just one killer.
It's possible, actually... it's possible|that one of them is a hostage...
or simply unaware|of what the other is up to.
Detective?
For the time being, in the absence|of any other information,
these kids have to be considered|armed and extremely dangerous...
First thing tomorrow morning,|we deliver the dolls.
We collect our money.
- We're gonna need it.
Oh! Excuse me.|The, uh, door was open.
I didn't realize there was|anybody in here. Russ!
I thought we were|getting a suite.
Whoa. Who's this?
- I thought we were getting a suite.|- No. This is our room.
Oh.
Oh!
Russ!
Look. Have you ever seen|anything so cute in your whole life?
What a great idea|for a wedding gift. She's beautiful.
Oh.
Well, this little guy has a face|only a mother could love.
Hi. I'm Chucky,|and I wouldn't talk if I were you.
Hi-de-ho.
Chucky! Of course. I remember.|He was a Good Guy doll.
- They were programmed|to say all kinds of shit.|- Ooh.
Well, I don't|like him at all.
You know, you two make|a really delicious-looking couple.
- Hey, Diane, don't you think?|- Oh, absolutely.
I mean, imagine what their children|are gonna look like, huh?
Listen,|it's getting late, and...
So, what are you guys|up to tonight? Hmm?
- It's our wedding night.|- What are you watching TV for?
Well...
you see, it's our|wedding night as well,
which is what makes this|just so perfect.
You know what they say:|The more, the merrier.
Okay, yeah. No.
You know what? We're really tired.|Gotta get to bed early.
- Well, we'll be right next door.|- Okay.
- That thieving slut.
She doesn't deserve|to wear that ring.
- To us.|- Oh, Russ, give me a break.
We are, technically,|on our honeymoon, remember?
Yeah, well, it was your idea|to come here, not mine.
I told you we'd have|seen more action at Club Med.
- Come on, we're here.|Let's make the best of it.
Ooh!
- Yeah, baby, come on!|Yeah, come on!
Huh?
I love you.
I should have asked you this|a long time ago.
Tiffany,|will you be my bride?
Oh, Chucky.
Yes. Yes!
Ah!
Oh!
Chucky!
Why are you crying?
I always cry at weddings.
Oh, my God! I'm crying!
I wonder if all|the plumbing works.
Well, I don't know|about you,
but I'm starting to feel|like Pinocchio here.
Ohh!
I am anatomically correct,|ya know.
Ohh!
Oh! Oh!|Wait. Wait.
- What? What?|- Have you got a rubber?
- Have I got a rubber?|- Yeah.
- Tiff!|- What?
Look at me.|I'm all rubber.
Oh, that's right.|Wait.
I-I thought|you were plastic.
- Tiff.|- What?
- Kiss me.|- Okay.
Hello?
- David, it's me.|- Jade!
- Where are you?|- Niagara.
The Honeymoon Sweets motel,
which, believe me,|is even worse than it sounds.
- Are you okay?|- No. I'm married.
- Is that bad?|- I'm really scared.
I think maybe|he did it, David.
- I think Jesse has totally lost it.|- Jesus.
What should I do?
- Are you sure?|- Pretty sure.
Then you've got to go|to the police.
I don't think I can.
I still love him.
Is that wrong?
- Hold on a second.
- Hello?
- David, it's me.|- Hey! Jesse!
I'm sorry to call you so late.|I got a problem. It's Jade.
Listen to me.|Go to the police.
Now, before|somebody else gets hurt.
Yoo-hoo!|Anybody here?
Housekeeping!
Hello? Housekeeping.
Joy to be here.
Okay.|Oh, my goo...
Newlyweds.
What the heck went on here?
- Oh, I can't do this.|- What?
I-I can't go|with you, Jesse.
Not anymore.
Oh, man,|I'm glad you said that first.
- Why?|- Jade, this is too much for me.
I love you.|I will always love you.
But there is a limit|to how much I can take.
Would you please stop talking to me|like I'm the one who's crazy?
- You're the crazy one!|You're the mass murderer!|- You mean "multiple murderer".
- So you admit it?|- No, I don't!
I can't take this shit anymore!
Anyway, the thing|that struck me...
was how sure|you both sounded.
And to me, that meant|one of three things...
one of you is lying,|both of you are wacko,
or both of you|are wrong.
Add to that the fact that I know you|both better than anybody else,
and I've never seen|either of you so much as hurt a fly,
and I've concluded|that what we have here...
is a terrible|misunderstanding.
Do you guys smell something in here?
Okay, for the sake|of argument, if it wasn't you...
and it wasn't me, then who else would|want to kill Warren and Needlenose?
And those people|from last night.
You're assuming Warren's dead.|He's only missing.
- You're suggesting that Warren...|- Yes! Why not?
I'd buy him as a psychopath|before either of you two.
Pooh!|Something really stinks in here.
I told ya not to leave|your dirty socks back there.
Honey, this ain't no dirty socks.
- I feel like such an idiot.|- Me too.
I mean, I-I can't|believe I actually thought|that you could kill someone.
I know. I'm so sorry.
David, what would we|do without you?
What do you mean,|"without me"?
I mean you set us straight.|We owe you one.
- You're a good friend. The best.
Pull over!|Pull over now!
David, come on, buddy, it's me.|Come on, let's talk this over.
- I'm not your buddy.|- Fuck, David!|Please put the gun down!
- Why? So you can kill me too?|- We didn't kill anybody!
Oh, you're good. You're good!|You even had me fooled.
- What are you talking about?|- This!
You son of a bitch!
- David, I didn't do it. She did it!|- I would never...
Shut up! Shut up!
Hey, help! Over here!
- Nobody move!
Oh, my God!
- No!
That works too.
Get this heap of shit moving!|Now! Now! Now!
I imagine at this point you two|must have a lot of questions.
You do know who I am?
- Chucky.|- And this is Tiffany.
I believe we've already met,|haven't we, sweetface?
S-So h-how did you|end up like this?
- Well, it's a long story.|- It sure is.
In fact, if it was a movie,|it would take three or four|sequels just to do it justice.
What are you gonna|do with us?
- Funny you should ask.|- These bodies are okay.
But they're like apartments|that we're just renting.
- But now we're movin' on up.|- Like George and Weezy.
- And we're lookin' to buy.|- And you know...
what they say|about real estate...
location, location,|location.
Well, you guys are definitely|in the right place...
- at the wrong time.
This is a special report.
The Jesse and Jade case|keeps getting weirder and weirder.
Fingerprints discovered|at two separate crime scenes...
have been identified|as belonging to...
Charles Lee Ray, the notorious|serial killer gunned down in 1988.
Now police confirm|that Ray's corpse...
will be exhumed from a Hackensack,|New Jersey, cemetery sometime today.
- What?|- Chucky, the Heart of Damballa!
- I know!|- What'll we do? What'll we do?
Shut up!|Just let me think, okay?
First we gotta get|some new wheels.
Every cop within 500 miles|is lookin' for this van.
We need something|inconspicuous,
but with a little style.
Hold still, honey,|or I'm gonna poke you in the eye again.
Yes. I believe I'm going to look|absolutely ravishing.
'Scuse me.
Nobody makes Swedish meatballs|like you, babe.
- Peachy!|- Thanks, honey pot.
- I hope you left room for dessert.|- You know it, pooky.
You know, if I had known that|marriage was such a great gig...
I would never have waited|this long to tie the knot.
On the other hand, she's not|much of a housekeeper, is she?
- Tiff?|- Huh?
Those dishes aren't gonna|wash themselves, you know.
You were nice enough|to cook for him.
The least he could do|is wash the dish.
- What are you doin'?
- What would Martha Stewart say?|- Fuck Martha Stewart!
Martha Stewart can kiss|my shiny plastic butt!
Here I am slaving away|over a hot stove,
making cookies,|making Swedish meatballs, and for what?
For a man who doesn't|appreciate me!
For a man who can't even wash|one fucking dish!
For a man who isn't even|a man at all where it counts,
if you get my drift.
Take it from me, honey. Plastic is|no substitute for a nice hunk of wood.
I didn't hear her|complaining last night.
Any guy would need a hunk of plastic...|probably battery-operated...
to get a reaction|out of you in bed.
And by the way, where the hell|did you learn to bake?
How dare you|speak to me that way!
- You started it!|- I did not!
- No!
- Whoa!
Jesse! Jesse, please!|Please! Oh, God!
Jesse?
- Get me out of here!
- You bitch!
Jade!
Hurry!
- Go, go, go!|- Not without you!
I'll be right behind you!
- Hey, beautiful.
Aah!
Jade!
- Move it!|- Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!|Oh, ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Get down there. Move!
Open the coffin, Jade.
- Hurry up!|- I'm trying, you fucking midget!
- Ugh!
You really didn't need|to see that.
Give me the amulet!
Bitch!
- You broke my neck!
- Let her go!|- Let Jade go first!
Get movin'.
And Jade?|See ya real soon.
Get out of here.
Why can't I ever get it on|with the real good guys?
You're a lucky girl.
Catch me, Chucky.
Ugh!
- Aah!
- God, no!|- Pull it out.
I'll take that.
It's show time!
Give me the power,|I beg of you!
- This is it.|- I love you, Chucky.
I know.
We belong together...|forever.
Kiss me.
- Hah!
Why?
Oh, Chucky,|look at us.
Don't you see?|We belong dead.
Good-bye, darling.
I'll see you in hell.
My mother|always told me...
love would set me free.
Get off my knife!
Let me see your hands!
- Drop the gun! Drop it!
Let me out! Let me out!|Let me out! Let me out!
- Whoa.
- Don't move!
Go ahead and shoot.
I'll be back.|I always come back!
Yeah, but dying|is such a bitch.
No one's ever gonna believe this.|You know that?
What's gonna happen to us?
- Preston. Yeah, I'm here now.
I'm afraid we've got|another corpse to add to the list.
Jesse and Jade?
Hell, they didn't do it.
Just get Forensics|down here.
You're never gonna|fuckin' believe this.
Right.
You two go on home.|And stay put.
Let's go home.
Ooh.
Jesus.
- Goddamn!
- Son of a bitch!
Holy...
Bitch!|Jesus!
Here's to my mother
From her tribe|I have crawled
Get on my feet I walk|three steps then I fall
Don't try to save me, mama|Don't kiss my wounded knees
I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me
You see I am|the boogie-woogie king
Yes, yes
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
The boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
The people watch me|ride this wicked mule
From its stall
Into the streets where|a thousand eyes stare at all
What do you see now, mama
This wicked mule and me
Or do you see a child|try to get a gal to leave
See, I am|the boogie-woogie king
Yes, yes
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
Yes, the boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
We belong dead.
Obsessive acts of hate
Abductions|and mass torture
Create emotions|of vengeance
When the living|become the dead
Home invasion
Private party|of thieves
Blood spilled|material thrill
A sign of the times
Self-destruction
Self-destruction
A human disease
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
A jury of his peers|let him be
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
A jury of his peers|let him be
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
Self-destruction.|Self-destruction.
That's more like it.
- And don't forget my money.|- See you soon.
- And, Bailey, don't you forget.
Shit.
- Curiosity killed the cat.|- Shit!
- Jesus!
Cool.
Well, hello, dolly.
What are you|thinking about
Who do you|think you are
Oh, rage in the cage|and piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way|to bring the giant down
Defunct the strings|of cemetery things
We're one flat foot|on the devil's wings
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
What are you|thinking about
What are you|thinking about
Who do you|think you are
Oh, raping the geek|and hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice|on a sentimental noose
Operation filth, they love|to love the wealth
Of an S.S. whore|making scary sounds
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What are you|thinking about
Aw, crawl on me|sink into me
Die for me|living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Hello. I'm Chief Kincaid,|Jade's uncle.
- David Collins. Nice to meet you, sir.|- David, come on in.
Jade!
David's here!
I've been hearing good things|about you, David.|You're off to Princeton next fall.
Yes, sir.
- What are you going to study?|- Theater Arts.
Mm-hmm. But on an athletic|scholarship, right? Playing hockey?
Figure skating.
Mm-hmm. Jade!
Warren, don't scream.
Hi.
You look great.
Jade, uh, I have to tell you. This guy|is a big improvement over the last one.
- I think your mother|and father would've agreed.|- My parents liked all my friends.
I'll be home by midnight.
She's in good hands, sir.
Uh... You forget something?
Oh. This is for you.
- I love lilies.|- Actually, it's an orchid.|Uh, cymbidium orchid?
You put it in a vase|and drop an aspirin in the water,
it should last you|the whole week.
Or so I read.|Nice meeting you.
She just left.
- You look beautiful.
- So Warren fell for it?|- Mm-hmm.
David made quite an impression.|I think Warren's in love.
Yuck. Not my type.
I'm so over that|whole uniform thing.
I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me
You see, I am|the boogie-woogie...
- Christ. it's Needlenose.
Gotcha.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Awake!
Awake!
Awake! Awake!|Awake! Awake!
What a crock.
- Hey, Tiffany.|- What are you doing here?
Come on. Let me in.|I'll catch my death out here.
Promises, promises.
Whoa. Whoo!|Hey, how was your day?
Same old, same old.
- Oh, hey, check it out.|- What?
- Check it out.|- What is it?
- You mean who is it?|- Who is it?
You mean who was it.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You really did|a number on him, didn't you?
What did you use? Was it|really bloody? Did he scream a lot?
Was he ha...
You know, Damien,|this guy looks awfully familiar.
I recognize|the nail polish.
- Shit.|- You never really actually|killed anybody, did you?
Did you? Did you?|You pathetic worm!
Come on, Tiff.|I'm working up to it.
Aw, man.
You know, it took me|ten hours to make that thing.
- Damien.|- Yeah?
Could you do me|a favor...
and see if my lipstick|is under the sofa there?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.|Back on your knees.
Crawl.
Good boy.
Stay down on the floor|where you belong.
That's right.
There's nothing under here.
Charlotte.
- How did you get out?|Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Oh!
Ugh!
- Tiffany.
Well, here we are.
How long have we been|going out for now, huh?
What?
- Don't you think you've|kept me waiting long enough?|- No.
Oh.
You know what|the French call an orgasm?
- Le petit morte.
"The little death".
Come on, Tiffany.|Let's die a little.
Ah!
Hi. I'm Chucky.|Wanna play?
- Where the hell|did you get this thing?|- Got him from the cops.
He's the actual doll from those murders.|I stitched him together.
- You got to be kidding me.|- No, I'm not kidding you.|Why would I kid you?
- I knew you were obsessed, but...|Chucky? He's so '80s.|- I'm not ob...
- He isn't even scary.|- No, he's not. Yes, he is.
What are you|looking at, punk?
All right.|So, I was wrong.
I thought he'd make|an... interesting toy.
- Damien?|- Huh?
You wanna play?
Okay.
First, I do this.
Are you ready|for a menage a trois?
- What's that?|- I thought you understood French.
- Ow! Oh-ho!
Now you watch me.
Both of you.
You know, Damien, there's something|I never told you about Chucky.
- Don't tell me Schmucky is|one of those dolls who wets his pants.|- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
I wouldn't talk that way|about Chucky if I were you.
He has a very bad temper.
- Ooh!|- You see, we lived together for years.
Of course, that was|before the cops killed him.
That was before he passed|his soul into that doll there.
Boy, was he ever jealous.
Anybody even looked at me,|Chucky would take care of him.
Wouldn't you, Chucky?
We were gonna get married.
God, was he|an incredible lover.
- He was the best I ever had.|- Come on, baby.
He ain't big enough to take care|of a woman like you.
It ain't the size that counts, asshole.|It's what you do with it.
All right.
Hi.
Hi.
- How you been?|- Okay.
- You?|- Peachy.
Actually, to tell you the truth,|I've been kinda out of it.
I know. It took me|ten years to find you.
That is sick.
What are you doing|with this jerk anyway?
Ten years is|a long time, Chucky.
Besides, I was never|actually with him.
You know me.
I'll kill anybody,|but I'll only sleep with someone I love.
- You look great, Tiff.|- Thanks.
I mean it.|I gotta be honest.
I always thought|you were gonna let yourself go.
Come here.
Yeah.
Huh?
Stop it.
- Hmm.
All right,|you satisfied?
- Can I wait in the car, please?|- No.
All right,|Boogie Nights, you're up.
This is such|a load of shit.
You know we haven't|been drinking.
Well, then, you've got|nothing to worry about, do you?
Evening, Chief.
Seems like|a false alarm here.
That's okay, Norton.|Better safe than sorry, right?
- This is a new low.|- For you too.
- Get in the car.|- Bite me.
Jade, when you're 18,|you can go to hell for all I care.
But until then,|I'm stuck with you.
And I'll be damned|if I'm gonna let you embarrass me...
by ending up on Jerry Springer|with some trailer trash lowlife.
- You fuck.|- But you won't.
Not Jade anyway.|Not anymore.
In the car.
You can't keep us|from seeing each other.
I'm the Chief of Police, sport.|I can do whatever I want.
So if, for example, I was|to run a blood test on you tonight...
and the results made you look like|Christian Slater on New Year's Eve,
you think anybody|would question me?
- He's bluffing.|- Try me.
I wish we really could|choose our own families.
David, you keep|your orchid dry now, you hear?
- Come on, sunshine.
"Try me".
Screw him.
lf I were you, I would take Jade,|get the hell outta Dodge...
and never look back.
Look, Chucky.
I made Swedish meatballs,|your favorite.
Honey, you shouldn't have.
Well, I wanted everything tonight|to be absolutely perfect.
Tiff, what the hell|is that?
It's a playpen, silly,|for the nursery.
You know, Chucky,|I still have the ring.
- What ring?|- The ring, the one you left for me.
I found it on the mantel the night you|were killed. I've never taken it off.
Oh, that? The one I got|from Vivian Van Pelt.
- Vivian who?|- Vivian Van Pelt.
I dumped her|in the river, remember?
That ring is worth|five or six grand, easy.
You mean.... you weren't|gonna ask me to marry you?
What are you, fucking nuts?
You thought...
You haven't changed.
You'll never change.
What the hell|was I thinking?
Now, the first thing we gotta do is|get me outta this body once and for all.
No.
I think I prefer you|like this.
You're kinda cute.|You're just like a little baby.
- Is the little baby ticklish? Is he?|- Stop!
- Is he? Is he? Is he?|- Stop! Stop!
- Is he? Is he? Okay. Mommy's tired.
Time to go to sleep.
Okay, I get it.
You're still hung up|on the domestic thing.
No problem.|We'll get hitched.
Sorry.|I'm not into short guys.
My mother always said|love was supposed to set you free.
But that's not true, Chucky.
I've been a prisoner of my love for you|for a very long time.
Now it's payback time.
You let me outta here|right now!
Sweet dreams, asshole.
I'm crazy
Crazy for feelin'|so blue
I knew
You'd love me|as long as you wanted
And someday
You'd leave me|for somebody new
Crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy|for lovin' you
I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'
Jesse, honey, could you|give me a hand with this?
Yeah, okay, uh,|just a second.
Thanks, sweetface.|I owe you one.
- Yeah.|- I'm crazy for feeling' so lonely
Shit!
I'm crazy
- Hi.|- Hi.
So, you movin' out already?
No such luck.
Oh, sorry.
You want me|to put that in the car?
Yeah, I'm just, you know,|taking some stuff to the Goodwill.
- It's heavy.|- Oh, yeah.
- What do you got in here?|- Oh, you know.|A little of this, a little of that.
Stuff that's gone|out of style.
You ever look at something,|and you realize you are just|sick to death looking at it?
That's how I feel|about that shit.
Here. In the trunk.
- In the trunk?|- You can do it.
Bend your knees.
Wow. You are strong.|Nice muscle tone. You work out a lot?
I've been doing|some push-ups...
- Sorry.|- No, that's okay.|Can't hurt it. Might help.
Tiffany, where the fuck are you?
You got some company?
Nah, just baby-sittin'.|Foul-mouthed little fucker.
Let me help you|with this.
Oh, um...
What are you doing|later on?
'Cause I was thinking...
maybe you and I could|go get a drink or something.
That is,|if you're up to it.
- No, no. I-I can't.|- Why?
- I'm seeing someone.|- Really?
All the good guys|are taken.
- I-I gotta go.|- Okay.
Bye.
Jesse?
- Treat her right, Jesse.|- Excuse me?
Treat her right.|Never take her for granted.
It's like my mother|always used to say,
"A woman spends all day|slaving over a hot stove for a man,
the least he can do|is the dishes".
She's kind of a philosopher,|my mother.
- Hmm. Take it easy.|- See you around.
Spell "woman".
B-I-T-C-H.
That is incorrect.|The correct spelling of "woman" is...
W-O-M-A-N.
Shows how much you know.
- Yoo-hoo! I'm home.
Oh! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
lf you can't play nice,|I may just have to take your toys away.
I have a surprise for you. I've been|thinking about what you said...
about wanting to get married.
Yeah?
- I think it would|do you good to settle down.|- Babe, this is great!
You won't regret it,|I promise.
I'm gonna treat you|like a princess.
- What's that?|- Your bride.
With this ring, I thee wed.
Oh, Chucky.|She's beautiful.
You are so dead.
Congratulations, Chucky.
Now, I'm sure you two kids|would want to be alone.
While there are|still no leads in the murder|of Officer Bob Bailey,
evidence suggests that his death|may be linked to another body...
found earlier today.
Damien Baylock, whose real name|was Howard Fitzwater,
was dragged from the East River|this afternoon.
Detective Preston, is there a|connection between these two murders?
Could be.
- Possibly.|- Is this the work of a serial killer?
- Maybe.|- I didn't say that.
No, sir, you didn't, but what can|you tell us about these murders?
Nothing.
I can tell you that this used to be|a nice rural community...
She's alive! Alive!
The bride of Frankenstein.
I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.
I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.
You got that right.
She hate me.
We belong dead.
Give me the power,|I beg of you.
Awake!
Awake!
What a crock.
You son of a bitch!|What have you done to me?
You got your wish.|You're mine now, doll.
And if you know|what's good for you,
you are going|to love, honor and obey.
I wouldn't marry you|if you had the body of G.I. Joe.
Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked|in the mirror lately?
Now's not the time|to get picky. Hmm.
Face it, Tiff.
You need me. Otherwise,|you're stuck like this for good.
I don't need you.|I'll look it up myself.
Oh, go ahead. Chapter six.
Page 217.
The Heart of Damballa.|What's that?
An amulet.
We need it to transfer|our souls into human bodies.
Okay.|And where the hell is it?
I was wearing it|around my neck...
the night those bastards|gunned me down.
It was buried with my corpse|in Hackensack, New Jersey.
- All right, let's go.|- Sure. I'll steer and|you can work the pedals.
We're dolls, you dope!
Oh, my God! What are we gonna do?
Ay-yi-yi.
- Shut up.|- You shut up.
I don't get it.|Why don't you just mail the dolls?
These dolls are very special.
What do you mean,|"special"?
I mean there's 500 bucks in it for you|if you get 'em there by tomorrow.
No questions asked.
I'd do it myself,|but I have to take care of a friend...
who's mentally|incapacitated.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll do it.
But I want a thousand.
Okay, sweetface,|I can give you half now,
and my friend in Jersey|will give you the rest.
Color me|your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color,|darlin'
I know who you are
Come up off|your color chart
I know where|you're coming from
- Call me |- Call me
On the line
Call me,|call me any, anytime
- Call me |- Call me
My love, you can call me|any day or night
Call me
Wow!
Barbie,|eat your heart out.
Uh... um...
- Just act natural.|- Right.
- Call me |- Call me
My love, call me,|call me any, anytime
- Call me |- Call me
My love, call me,|call me for some overtime
"Please deliver dolls|to caretaker's office.
Forest Creek Cemetery.|Hackensack, New Jersey.
Love and kisses, Tiffany".
Cemetery?
Call me for your|lover's lover's alibi
- Call me |- Call me
On the line, call me|call me any, anytime
David, you remember|when you were seeing Brad Barker?
Oh! Vividly. Whoo!
You loved him, didn't you?
Yeah... I did.
What happened?
His mother found|a letter I'd written him.
She freaked,|and we haven't spoken since.
You know, Jade,
we get very few chances|in life to be happy.
You gotta grab the brass ring|when you can.
We don't have time|for this shit.
- Jade, I need to talk to you.|- Hey, Jesse.
- Hey, David.|- I want details.
Jesse, Warren will be home|any second. lf he catches you...
- You know I'll never|take you for granted.|- Jesse...
Like if you'd cook,|I'd do the dishes, right?
- What are you talking about?|- I'd do anything for you,|anything at all.
You know that, right?
- Right?
- Yes. Yes, I know.|- Then marry me.
- What?|- Marry me.
Tonight.
- Warren would kill us.|- I don't care about Warren.
- That's why we're gonna disappear.|- Where are we gonna go?
- Anywhere you want.|- Well, what are we gonna do for money?
I got money.
- Where did you get this?|- You know my neighbor, Tiffany?
She's paying me $500 to take a couple|of dolls to a friend of hers in Jersey.
Jade, there's another 500|when we get there.
Oh, shit, Jesse.|What has that freak gotten you into?
I don't know. I don't care.
I can put a deposit on an apartment.|I'll get a job.
I'll help put you|through college.
I think|I'm gonna throw up.
Jade, marry me.
What do you say?
I say I do.
- Come on. Let's get you packed.|- Okay.
Aw, that's so romantic.
I give them six months,|three if she gains weight.
It's me.
His van is parked right in front|of my house as we speak.
Who the hell is this bozo?|What's he doing?
Screwing with our ride,|that's what.
Ah, what the hell.|I need the exercise.
Were you born with that knife|super glued onto your hand, or what?
- What are you talking about?|- For God's sake, Chucky,|drag yourself into the '90s.
Stabbings went out|with Bundy and Dahmer.
You look like|Martha Stewart with that thing.
- Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?|- My idol.
And what does Martha tell you to do|when guests drop by for dinner...
and you haven't|had time to shop?
You improvise.
What about...
Predictable.
Hmm...
Uh...
Aha.
Who's there?
Ugh!
- Now!
Why does that look|so familiar?
See? Now, that's the work|of a true homicidal genius.
- Not bad, for an amateur.
Shit. Here they come.
- Yeah!
- What do we do with him?|- I don't know.
What would|Martha Stewart do?
Here.
- Come on. Help me.|- I am helping. He's heavy.
Wait.
Huh?
What's the matter?
- I could've sworn that door was locked.|- Come on. We have to go.
Oh, yeah!
Give it back
My, my
Shit!
I'm empty
- And sad
Now what?
How you kids doing tonight?
Going somewhere?
Will you both get out|of the van now, please?
Officer Norton,|I have a question.
All this|following us around...
Is that covered by|your regular salary?
- Or does my uncle pay you extra?|- Extra.
Look, I'm sure you're|not a bad person.
I know that you're|just doing your job.
But couldn't you just|please give us a break?
I wish I could.|You seem like really nice kids.
It's nothing personal,|at least on my part.
But... the money.
- You're disgusting. Shut up!
Shut up, or I swear to God,|I'll fucking vaporize you!
- Ahh!
Come on. Take it easy.
- Take it easy. Come here.|- We're never gonna get away with this.
They're never gonna let us go.
It's gonna be okay. All right?
Now, why don't you go get us|something to eat for the road,
and I'll deal|with Needlenose.
- All right?|- Okay.
Ugh!
Ah!
Oh, that's bullshit!
- You know this isn't mine.|- You're in a lot of trouble, kid.
Now don't you fucking move.
Shit! Shit!
Figures you'd hitch us|a ride with the Fugitive.
Give me your lighter.
- What are you doing?|- Improvising.
Now, sit back|and learn from the master.
Chief Kincaid isn't answering.|- What? I just talked to him.
Rude fucking doll.
Come on, Jade.
- Norton?
- Are you still there?
- Norton!|- Bye!
Jesse!
Jesse!
Jesse!
Get in!
Get in!
There they are!|Call the police!
Shit! Shit! Go!
Jesse, drive! Go!
Go!
Well, at least you haven't forgotten|how to show a girl a good time.
Where were you?
- Is that all you have to say?|- What do you want me to say?
I should think you'd have something|to say about what happened back there.
I got something to say.|I think you're fucking crazy.
I'm crazy? You say you'd do anything|for me, and this is what I get?
You don't think that I had anything|to do with that explosion back there?
- Didn't you?|- No.
To be honest, I was thinking|the same thing about you.
How could you think that?
You announced in front of a hundred|people that you wanted to vaporize him.
- Oh, it was a figure of speech.
You were just as quick|to accuse me.
- Hello.|- What the fuck!
David, I don't know|what the hell is going on around here.
The cops think|it's all cut-and-dried.
Think of Mickey and Mallory,|Bonnie and Clyde. You get the picture?
Mickey and Mallory? Bonnie and Clyde?|They were mass murderers, David.
Multiple murderers, actually.|Mass murders happen all at once,|like at the post office.
Multiple murders|are serial killings.
Am I missing something?|Norton was just one murder, right?
They found a cigarette lighter|next to Norton's car.
Belonged to that cop|who got his throat slashed.
And there's another thing.|Jade, your uncle's missing.
- What?|- I know you two|had nothing to do with this.
But maybe you should turn yourselves in|until they figure it out.
David, are you whacked?|Nobody is gonna believe us.
They're setting up roadblocks|at the border.
- You two had better|lay low for a while.|- Thanks.
Did you see|Warren tonight?
Not since this morning.
- Did you?|- No.
Our little room on Seventh street|is getting cold
I saw a pattern on a blanket|just the other day
It looked just like|the pillow you threw away
Uh-huh
I just woke up|the other night
And now I know what to do|I guess I'll see you in hell
Yeah
- What are you doing?|- Do you trust me, Jade?
Of course I do.
Sucker.
I think they make|a cute couple.
And if you ask me,|it'd be a shame to break 'em up,
if you know what I mean.
Dearly beloved,
we are|gathered here tonight...
to celebrate the union|of two people in holy matrimony.
And what God|joins together,
let no man tear asunder.
Violence in movies and television...
- What is this shit?|- Never mind...
Jesus, the music scene's gone|to hell since I've been dead.
That's more like it.
Isn't it beautiful?
I always dreamed of having|a big church wedding...
with bridesmaids and a cake|and my picture in the paper.
Not just the usual mug shot,|but something really flattering.
Tiff...
I'm sorry.
For everything.
Um, I guess|I can't complain.
I mean, I always wanted us|to spend more time together,
maybe do some traveling|and see the world.
Well, just look at us now.
Yeah. Life sure is|full of surprises.
Stop him!
- Kill him!
For better or worse,
for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health,
- till death do you part.
Congratulations.|You may now kiss the bride.
Huh?
- A true classic never goes out of style.|- That was good.
Is it true that Jesse and Jade|may in fact be the serial killers...
that you've been tracking|for the past few days?
We can't confirm that|at this time.
The previous murders appear to be|the work of just one killer.
It's possible, actually... it's possible|that one of them is a hostage...
or simply unaware|of what the other is up to.
Detective?
For the time being, in the absence|of any other information,
these kids have to be considered|armed and extremely dangerous...
First thing tomorrow morning,|we deliver the dolls.
We collect our money.
- We're gonna need it.
Oh! Excuse me.|The, uh, door was open.
I didn't realize there was|anybody in here. Russ!
I thought we were|getting a suite.
Whoa. Who's this?
- I thought we were getting a suite.|- No. This is our room.
Oh.
Oh!
Russ!
Look. Have you ever seen|anything so cute in your whole life?
What a great idea|for a wedding gift. She's beautiful.
Oh.
Well, this little guy has a face|only a mother could love.
Hi. I'm Chucky,|and I wouldn't talk if I were you.
Hi-de-ho.
Chucky! Of course. I remember.|He was a Good Guy doll.
- They were programmed|to say all kinds of shit.|- Ooh.
Well, I don't|like him at all.
You know, you two make|a really delicious-looking couple.
- Hey, Diane, don't you think?|- Oh, absolutely.
I mean, imagine what their children|are gonna look like, huh?
Listen,|it's getting late, and...
So, what are you guys|up to tonight? Hmm?
- It's our wedding night.|- What are you watching TV for?
Well...
you see, it's our|wedding night as well,
which is what makes this|just so perfect.
You know what they say:|The more, the merrier.
Okay, yeah. No.
You know what? We're really tired.|Gotta get to bed early.
- Well, we'll be right next door.|- Okay.
- That thieving slut.
She doesn't deserve|to wear that ring.
- To us.|- Oh, Russ, give me a break.
We are, technically,|on our honeymoon, remember?
Yeah, well, it was your idea|to come here, not mine.
I told you we'd have|seen more action at Club Med.
- Come on, we're here.|Let's make the best of it.
Ooh!
- Yeah, baby, come on!|Yeah, come on!
Huh?
I love you.
I should have asked you this|a long time ago.
Tiffany,|will you be my bride?
Oh, Chucky.
Yes. Yes!
Ah!
Oh!
Chucky!
Why are you crying?
I always cry at weddings.
Oh, my God! I'm crying!
I wonder if all|the plumbing works.
Well, I don't know|about you,
but I'm starting to feel|like Pinocchio here.
Ohh!
I am anatomically correct,|ya know.
Ohh!
Oh! Oh!|Wait. Wait.
- What? What?|- Have you got a rubber?
- Have I got a rubber?|- Yeah.
- Tiff!|- What?
Look at me.|I'm all rubber.
Oh, that's right.|Wait.
I-I thought|you were plastic.
- Tiff.|- What?
- Kiss me.|- Okay.
Hello?
- David, it's me.|- Jade!
- Where are you?|- Niagara.
The Honeymoon Sweets motel,
which, believe me,|is even worse than it sounds.
- Are you okay?|- No. I'm married.
- Is that bad?|- I'm really scared.
I think maybe|he did it, David.
- I think Jesse has totally lost it.|- Jesus.
What should I do?
- Are you sure?|- Pretty sure.
Then you've got to go|to the police.
I don't think I can.
I still love him.
Is that wrong?
- Hold on a second.
- Hello?
- David, it's me.|- Hey! Jesse!
I'm sorry to call you so late.|I got a problem. It's Jade.
Listen to me.|Go to the police.
Now, before|somebody else gets hurt.
Yoo-hoo!|Anybody here?
Housekeeping!
Hello? Housekeeping.
Joy to be here.
Okay.|Oh, my goo...
Newlyweds.
What the heck went on here?
- Oh, I can't do this.|- What?
I-I can't go|with you, Jesse.
Not anymore.
Oh, man,|I'm glad you said that first.
- Why?|- Jade, this is too much for me.
I love you.|I will always love you.
But there is a limit|to how much I can take.
Would you please stop talking to me|like I'm the one who's crazy?
- You're the crazy one!|You're the mass murderer!|- You mean "multiple murderer".
- So you admit it?|- No, I don't!
I can't take this shit anymore!
Anyway, the thing|that struck me...
was how sure|you both sounded.
And to me, that meant|one of three things...
one of you is lying,|both of you are wacko,
or both of you|are wrong.
Add to that the fact that I know you|both better than anybody else,
and I've never seen|either of you so much as hurt a fly,
and I've concluded|that what we have here...
is a terrible|misunderstanding.
Do you guys smell something in here?
Okay, for the sake|of argument, if it wasn't you...
and it wasn't me, then who else would|want to kill Warren and Needlenose?
And those people|from last night.
You're assuming Warren's dead.|He's only missing.
- You're suggesting that Warren...|- Yes! Why not?
I'd buy him as a psychopath|before either of you two.
Pooh!|Something really stinks in here.
I told ya not to leave|your dirty socks back there.
Honey, this ain't no dirty socks.
- I feel like such an idiot.|- Me too.
I mean, I-I can't|believe I actually thought|that you could kill someone.
I know. I'm so sorry.
David, what would we|do without you?
What do you mean,|"without me"?
I mean you set us straight.|We owe you one.
- You're a good friend. The best.
Pull over!|Pull over now!
David, come on, buddy, it's me.|Come on, let's talk this over.
- I'm not your buddy.|- Fuck, David!|Please put the gun down!
- Why? So you can kill me too?|- We didn't kill anybody!
Oh, you're good. You're good!|You even had me fooled.
- What are you talking about?|- This!
You son of a bitch!
- David, I didn't do it. She did it!|- I would never...
Shut up! Shut up!
Hey, help! Over here!
- Nobody move!
Oh, my God!
- No!
That works too.
Get this heap of shit moving!|Now! Now! Now!
I imagine at this point you two|must have a lot of questions.
You do know who I am?
- Chucky.|- And this is Tiffany.
I believe we've already met,|haven't we, sweetface?
S-So h-how did you|end up like this?
- Well, it's a long story.|- It sure is.
In fact, if it was a movie,|it would take three or four|sequels just to do it justice.
What are you gonna|do with us?
- Funny you should ask.|- These bodies are okay.
But they're like apartments|that we're just renting.
- But now we're movin' on up.|- Like George and Weezy.
- And we're lookin' to buy.|- And you know...
what they say|about real estate...
location, location,|location.
Well, you guys are definitely|in the right place...
- at the wrong time.
This is a special report.
The Jesse and Jade case|keeps getting weirder and weirder.
Fingerprints discovered|at two separate crime scenes...
have been identified|as belonging to...
Charles Lee Ray, the notorious|serial killer gunned down in 1988.
Now police confirm|that Ray's corpse...
will be exhumed from a Hackensack,|New Jersey, cemetery sometime today.
- What?|- Chucky, the Heart of Damballa!
- I know!|- What'll we do? What'll we do?
Shut up!|Just let me think, okay?
First we gotta get|some new wheels.
Every cop within 500 miles|is lookin' for this van.
We need something|inconspicuous,
but with a little style.
Hold still, honey,|or I'm gonna poke you in the eye again.
Yes. I believe I'm going to look|absolutely ravishing.
'Scuse me.
Nobody makes Swedish meatballs|like you, babe.
- Peachy!|- Thanks, honey pot.
- I hope you left room for dessert.|- You know it, pooky.
You know, if I had known that|marriage was such a great gig...
I would never have waited|this long to tie the knot.
On the other hand, she's not|much of a housekeeper, is she?
- Tiff?|- Huh?
Those dishes aren't gonna|wash themselves, you know.
You were nice enough|to cook for him.
The least he could do|is wash the dish.
- What are you doin'?
- What would Martha Stewart say?|- Fuck Martha Stewart!
Martha Stewart can kiss|my shiny plastic butt!
Here I am slaving away|over a hot stove,
making cookies,|making Swedish meatballs, and for what?
For a man who doesn't|appreciate me!
For a man who can't even wash|one fucking dish!
For a man who isn't even|a man at all where it counts,
if you get my drift.
Take it from me, honey. Plastic is|no substitute for a nice hunk of wood.
I didn't hear her|complaining last night.
Any guy would need a hunk of plastic...|probably battery-operated...
to get a reaction|out of you in bed.
And by the way, where the hell|did you learn to bake?
How dare you|speak to me that way!
- You started it!|- I did not!
- No!
- Whoa!
Jesse! Jesse, please!|Please! Oh, God!
Jesse?
- Get me out of here!
- You bitch!
Jade!
Hurry!
- Go, go, go!|- Not without you!
I'll be right behind you!
- Hey, beautiful.
Aah!
Jade!
- Move it!|- Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow!|Oh, ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Get down there. Move!
Open the coffin, Jade.
- Hurry up!|- I'm trying, you fucking midget!
- Ugh!
You really didn't need|to see that.
Give me the amulet!
Bitch!
- You broke my neck!
- Let her go!|- Let Jade go first!
Get movin'.
And Jade?|See ya real soon.
Get out of here.
Why can't I ever get it on|with the real good guys?
You're a lucky girl.
Catch me, Chucky.
Ugh!
- Aah!
- God, no!|- Pull it out.
I'll take that.
It's show time!
Give me the power,|I beg of you!
- This is it.|- I love you, Chucky.
I know.
We belong together...|forever.
Kiss me.
- Hah!
Why?
Oh, Chucky,|look at us.
Don't you see?|We belong dead.
Good-bye, darling.
I'll see you in hell.
My mother|always told me...
love would set me free.
Get off my knife!
Let me see your hands!
- Drop the gun! Drop it!
Let me out! Let me out!|Let me out! Let me out!
- Whoa.
- Don't move!
Go ahead and shoot.
I'll be back.|I always come back!
Yeah, but dying|is such a bitch.
No one's ever gonna believe this.|You know that?
What's gonna happen to us?
- Preston. Yeah, I'm here now.
I'm afraid we've got|another corpse to add to the list.
Jesse and Jade?
Hell, they didn't do it.
Just get Forensics|down here.
You're never gonna|fuckin' believe this.
Right.
You two go on home.|And stay put.
Let's go home.
Ooh.
Jesus.
- Goddamn!
- Son of a bitch!
Holy...
Bitch!|Jesus!
Here's to my mother
From her tribe|I have crawled
Get on my feet I walk|three steps then I fall
Don't try to save me, mama|Don't kiss my wounded knees
I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me
You see I am|the boogie-woogie king
Yes, yes
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
The boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
The people watch me|ride this wicked mule
From its stall
Into the streets where|a thousand eyes stare at all
What do you see now, mama
This wicked mule and me
Or do you see a child|try to get a gal to leave
See, I am|the boogie-woogie king
Yes, yes
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand|Take my other hand
Take my hand
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
Yes, the boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop
Is what I am
We belong dead.
Obsessive acts of hate
Abductions|and mass torture
Create emotions|of vengeance
When the living|become the dead
Home invasion
Private party|of thieves
Blood spilled|material thrill
A sign of the times
Self-destruction
Self-destruction
A human disease
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
A jury of his peers|let him be
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
A jury of his peers|let him be
Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear
Money and power|set the king free
Self-destruction.|Self-destruction.
That's more like it.