Chucky (2021) s02e01 Episode Script

1
Previously on "Chucky"
I'm Chucky.
And I'm your friend till the end.
You get that now, Jake.
We all have our secrets.
I'm gonna go kill your sister.
Wanna come?
- You snooze, you lose.
- Charles Lee Ray was
a serial killer who died in the '80s.
He transferred his
soul to a Good Guy doll.
Chucky is alive.
This is a problem we can solve together.
You have no idea how hard it's been
getting one of you little shits to play.
Chucky, it worked.
- Jennifer Tilly!
- Hi!
Every Better Days Hospital
in the country will
receive a priceless gift
from her personal collection.
Junior!
- No!
- We did it.
Drive!
Are we there yet?
When do we get to start stabbin' people?
Wait, you got a knife?
Yeah, I got a knife.
They passed 'em out at orientation.
What the fuck?
What?
What?
I didn't say anything.
Don't worry.
They say bald guys are more virile.
They say chicks just love bald guys.
Yeah, well, they also say it
ain't the size that counts.
So I wouldn't worry about those
pathetic stick arms of yours.
I don't have stick arms.
Hey, do I know you?
Get back in your boxes, all of you!
Don't make me come back there!
She is fuckin' hot.
Oh, forget it, Sticky.
Chicks like that need someone more
I don't know
virile?
Does that guy look familiar?
Yeah. Come to think of it, he does.
I can't put my finger on it.
He's just, like
repulsive or something.
He sure is.
They don't know me.
They don't know you, either.
I'm done with you, Chucky,
and your tiny fuckin' dick!
They weren't there.
And they don't know what you did.
You just keep your mouth
shut, buster, or I'll
Andy.
Get him!
Shit.
This is for Kyle!
Hey.
Hey.
So, uh, I guess this is it.
Well, only for now. I mean,
I only live two hours away,
and I can see you every weekend.
Jake
you know that's not gonna happen.
I know.
It wouldn't be enough, anyway.
I know.
You know, at this point,
I'll take what we can get.
Let's go, Batman! To the Batcave!
On my way, Robin!
You got a fellow foster this time.
Uh, yeah. He seems okay.
I wish I could say the
same about Pam and Larry.
I wanna kiss you so bad right now,
but they're watching me.
I get it.
I love you, Jake.
I love you more, Devon.
That's not possible.
Jake!
Wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop!
Holy secret identity.
They're watching.
I don't care.
Um, all right.
Um, I I'll see you
this weekend, okay?
All right, cool.
Trick or treat!
Trick or treat!
Shit!
You scared me.
It's called coulrophobia,
the fear of clowns.
It's caused by childhood trauma.
I'm not afraid of clowns, all right?
I thought you were somebody else.
- But how old are you?
- Guess.
What are you doing out here all alone?
Like, where are your
parents? Your friends?
They're dead.
Trick or treat!
Okay.
Boo!
Jesus.
Shit.
Holy Halloween costumes, Batman.
I can't believe you made these.
Hey, never forget, real
superheroes can sew.
Is that a little loose?
- Yeah.
- Here, I got it.
The most important
thing in a utility belt
- is a bobby pin.
- Good to know.
Yeah.
All right.
Boy Wonder, the streets are
crawling with bad guys tonight.
It's time to go fight some crime.
And the citizens of Gotham
will pay us in chocolate!
Sorry, Give me a second.
- Hello?
- Is Tamara home?
Who?
Tamara.
Uh, think you have the wrong number.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Uh, yeah, it happens. No worries.
Hm.
Where are you?
Wait, you're still in
Salem? Jake, what the fuck?
Holy profanity!
Oh. Hey, Devon. I'm here with Gary.
Excuse my French, Gary.
Jake's taking me trick-or-treating.
I can see that.
Hey, can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah. Um, can you give
me a second, buddy?
Jake, you know I love
how you look in tights,
but where the hell are you?
I'm so sorry, Devon.
I'm not gonna be able to make it.
You're telling me this now?
You're supposed to be on the bus.
Jake, I'm cooking for you here, man!
Pam and Larry wouldn't let me go.
They're they're
still not cool with us.
Screw 'em. They're
not your real parents.
Yeah, but they could be.
Why would you even want them
if they won't accept you?
You know, not everyone is just gonna
get it automatically.
I mean, you lucked out.
Yeah, my foster mom's awesome.
She showed me off to
all of her rich friends,
and then she went to Paris
and I haven't seen her since.
You know, Gary's a good kid.
He deserves a family, too.
He needs me.
What about me, Jake?
It's been, like, six months.
I miss you.
I know. I miss you too, babe,
but look, I know it sucks,
but let's just focus on
Christmas break, all right?
And what am I supposed to do until then?
Jake, you're the only one I can talk to
about what really happened.
I know. Me too.
Hey, you heard from Lexy?
Nope.
Me neither. Something's up.
Let's go, Batman!
Yeah, um, I'll be right there.
Just a second.
-
- It's been 125 seconds already.
126, 127.
- Hello?
- Is Tamara home?
- Uh, still the wrong number.
- Is this 555-0131?
Yeah, but there's no Tamara here.
- Weird.
- Hmm.
Doing anything fun tonight?
Uh, yeah, super fun.
I should probably get back to it.
How come you're home all alone
with your baby brother?
Who is this?
Where's your boyfriend tonight, Jake?
Screw you, Ellis.
Douchebag.
Hey, you know what, Ellis?
You know, it's bad enough
that you're a homophobic
douchebag prick.
You know, the really sad thing
is, it's totally unoriginal!
This isn't Ellis.
And I'm not homophobic.
I don't discriminate based
on anyone's sexual preference.
That's not why I'm calling.
Then why the hell are you calling?
To make sure you're home.
Happy Halloween.
I'll get it!
No, no, no! I'll get it.
Hey.
Jake, I just got a weird
call from this douchebag.
Wait, he called you too?
I think it's Ellis, that
Neanderthal from my school.
But I don't know, he
Didn't he sound kinda familiar?
Oh, Devon, you don't
think it could be
Jake, I don't think anything
could've survived that crash,
not even Andy.
They never found his body.
Even if he lives, how come
we haven't heard from him?
- It's him.
- Who? Andy?
No, the douchebag.
What the hell?
Trick or treat. Smell my feet.
- Give me something good to eat.
- Oh, no.
That's not very scary.
What are you supposed to be?
The ghost of Halloween past.
- Say hello to my friends.
- Oh, shit. No.
Hi.
Could I please use your bathroom?
It's an emergency.
- No! Caroline, no!
- Um
Look, she can't hear us. He muted us.
- Okay. It's upstairs.
- Oh, wait.
Devon, wait. Use your landline.
Call the police. I'm gonna call Lexy.
- Jake, they're not gonna listen to me.
- Just don't mention Chucky!
- Just get someone over there!
- Okay.
Shit, shit, shit.
Yes, I'd like to report
a break-in at 3083 Fairburn.
Who cares how I know?
Just send someone now!
Come on, Lexy, pick up!
- You gonna get that?
- Nope.
No!
All I do is tease my heart ♪
'Cause time after time it yearns ♪
But I'm dedicated, and
in the hustle and bustle ♪
You sure about this?
Absolutely.
But your mother.
She won't be home for hours, if at all.
Your sister?
Trust me, I have her well-trained.
She's not gonna bother us.
I crawl back to you in the deep ♪
Wanna walk on water,
but I can't find my feet ♪
Um Lexy, you have
done this before, right?
Have you?
I think your first
time should be special.
So I crawl back, I crawl back to you ♪
Okay, first, I just need a bump.
Me too.
Lexy, I really like you.
Thanks.
This just feels right, doesn't it?
Please stop talking.
No! No, don't!
- Police!
- Jesus Christ!
You kids okay?
What the hell are you doing here?
Did my mother send you?
We got a report of a break-in.
- I'm gonna have a look around.
- Yeah.
- I should go.
- Sit down.
- Did the alarm go off?
- No. Someone called us.
Do you know a Devon Evans?
Yeah, I do.
Help!
Was there anyone else
in the house tonight?
The ghost of Halloween past.
Who?
He asked to use the bathroom.
He said it was an emergency.
Then he said see ya later.
Caroline, how tall was this ghost?
Well, he was about this tall.
There's nobody here.
No sign of forced entry, either.
Any dolls?
What?
Oh, no. Lexy, I think it was
Officer, this is just
a misunderstanding.
My sister shouldn't be inviting
strangers into the house,
no matter how bad they have to pee!
Would you mind staying with
us until my mother gets home?
She'll be pissed off if you don't.
Sure.
- You can go.
- Thanks.
He said he liked to be hugged.
He said he was my friend till the end.
At first, he seemed really nice,
but he lied.
He had secrets.
Chucky always had secrets.
Caroline, what were Chucky's secrets?
He killed a lot of people
Including my daddy.
Caroline, you know that
it was Junior Wheeler
who did that.
Your sister's boyfriend.
Right, Lexy?
No. Tell them, Lexy.
You saw him, too.
And now he's back.
Chucky was the ghost of Halloween past.
Tell them, Lexy. It was Chucky.
No.
No, Caroline, it was Junior.
Junior killed all those people.
Chucky is only a doll.
I mean, was.
You understand that,
don't you, Caroline?
You can't blame her
for having a hard time
accepting that her own sister
could invite a boy like
that into our lives.
You never liked him,
not even before he killed anyone.
Exactly.
I've always been able to read people,
and I could tell from
day one he was bad news.
No.
He wasn't always like that.
He was the sweetest boy in the world.
That boy destroyed everything.
Your father,
very possibly my career,
if you haven't seen the latest polls,
and your sister's childhood.
She can't even sleep without waking up
screaming every night
from the nightmares.
And she made me get
rid of all of her dolls.
Yes, it's called pediophobia.
That's the clinical
term for fear of dolls.
Sadly, it's the least of our problems.
Actually, I think it might be
the ideal place to start.
What do you mean?
I'd like to try something,
if you'll permit me.
Um, okay.
You know, I collect
dolls, recreationally.
Since I was Caroline's age.
As a child, I had polio.
I was stuck in bed for two years.
My babies were my only friends.
It really is a fascinating hobby.
This is Belle.
Wedding Belle, they called her.
She is incredibly rare,
a marketing concept from the '90s.
They made very few of these.
I use her sometimes for
therapeutic purposes.
Caroline, I think Belle could help you.
Would you like to hold her?
Go ahead, sweetheart. You can do it.
There. Oh.
I think she likes you.
She needs someone to take care of her.
Would you like to take her home?
Sure.
She'll be a good friend to you.
Oh, I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.
So, so proud.
Mrs. Cross,
thank you for inviting me
into your lovely home.
Oh, thank you, James. And
please, call me Michelle.
Michelle, do you miss living
in the mayor's residence?
Oh, you know, that's a beautiful house.
But my late husband used to say
we were really just its caretakers
for a brief period of time,
a blip in Hackensack's history.
But after voters
overwhelmingly recalled you
from office after the murders last year,
the single most violent
era in our city's history,
you're running for a second term.
And I have to ask, why do
you deserve my vote now?
As a survivor of violence myself,
I think I occupy a unique
position of empathy
for everyone who lost somebody
in last year's tragic events.
I know exactly what
they're going through
because I'm going through it, too.
The grief, the anger,
the guilt the survivor's guilt.
But I promise every
citizen of Hackensack
that in my second term as mayor,
I will show no mercy
to violent offenders.
One strike and you're out.
I heard you had a break-in
here just last night.
What would you say to the perp?
I'd just like to dare
them to try that again
while I'm home.
And how about you, Lexy?
How are you holding up?
Um, well, it's been a really tough year.
But I'm getting through
it with my family's help.
We're getting through it together.
Like all of us in
Hackensack, we're strong.
Hackensack strong!
- Caroline, how about you?
- I'm fine.
Hey, whatever happened to Chucky?
Um, excuse me?
As I recall, she used to
drag that thing everywhere.
Um, well, she has a new doll now.
Her name is Belle.
Caroline, does Belle tell
you to do things, too?
What are you talking about?
Well, at a press conference
last year, she said
Chucky told me to kill Mommy.
- Uh
- Who is Chucky?
- Um, thank you so much.
- I'm sorry. Kids.
Remember?
Get out of my house.
We have it on tape.
Get out!
Dr. Mixter is full of shit.
I knew it.
Mom, too.
You should be afraid, Caroline.
Dolls are horrifying.
Never trust any doll.
They're all fucked up.
You said the F-word.
Yes. I know what I said.
That is how serious this is, Caroline.
Now say it. Dolls are fucked up.
Dolls are fucked up.
Never trust any doll.
- Never trust any doll.
- Okay, good.
And you can't tell anyone,
or they're gonna send you away, okay?
Okay.
Cross your heart.
Cross my heart.
Okay, and
Keep this handy.
Sweet dreams.
Jake!
Oh
You Ubered here all the way from Salem?
I can't just sneak off in
the middle of the night.
- Neither can you. Do Pam and
- We have to get Lexy, okay?
Have you seen this?
Yeah, it looks familiar.
If Chucky really was
at her house last night,
then why didn't he kill her
when he had the chance?
Maybe he's just messing with us.
Or maybe he's trying to
get one of us to kill again.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Careful. Hey.
- Shh, my mom's downstairs.
- Sorry.
It took you long enough.
Yeah, it's nice to see you, too.
Hey.
This place isn't bad.
I thought you said it was a dump.
Please. I can't even talk about it.
It's like I've been demoted.
- I thought you quit.
- I'm sorry, Jake.
When did you stop medicating
your chronic anxiety?
It's not the same thing.
It's just a little weed.
What's the big deal?
Oh, no big deal,
if that's all you're doing.
Is it?
Yes, that's all I'm doing.
Jesus, I haven't seen you in six months.
You're acting like
this is an intervention.
We have serious shit to deal with.
Devon, what did you find out
about Caroline's doll?
Well, she looks a little
like the Bride of Chucky.
Remember that movie?
Yeah, with Jennifer Tilly,
who we know really is
the Bride of Chucky,
Tiffany Valentine.
Shit.
Where's that doll now?
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Did you test it?
Yeah, I bashed the shit out of it.
And it came from our therapist.
I mean, our family
therapist can't be in league
with a supernaturally
possessed doll, right?
Lexy?
Shit, it's my mom.
Um, get in the closet!
What's going on?
I was just checking on Caroline.
Well, who were you talking to?
I was singing her a lullaby,
the way Dad used to.
Oh.
Look at her. Aww.
I don't think she's
slept like that in months.
Maybe our luck has
finally turned around.
Maybe.
Okay.
We should leave her be. Come on.
Caroline, what did I
tell you last night?
Belle's okay.
She's not like Chucky.
She's just a doll.
And I don't want Mommy
to get mad anymore.
- Where is she?
- She left already.
She said you have to walk me to school.
Okay. I'll be right back.
Here.
Look, guys, I've been thinking,
and maybe the other night
really just was a prank.
I mean, we were pretty famous
for a while after the murders,
and there are some
sick assholes out there
with way too much time on their hands.
Yeah, some sick asshole
who was able to get all our numbers
and who also happens to
be just two feet tall.
Short people can be assholes.
I don't know, maybe.
Yeah, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Why?
You just you seem weird.
You're weird.
Wait. Wait, where are you going?
To the bathroom. Is that okay with you?
Holy homemade bomb, Batgirl!
I'm not Batgirl.
Sorry, I mean Batwoman.
My name is Caroline.
You're not playing it right.
I'm still alive, aren't I?
Not for long.
Sit down.
Amazing what you can do
with a little fertilizer
and some butane.
Kill anyone within a 6-foot radius.
Holy hostage situation, Batman!
Okay, that's already getting old.
Gary, it's gonna be okay.
He's gonna blow us all to smithereens!
No. No, no, Gary.
I won't let that happen. I promise.
This isn't a game, okay?
How'd you get here?
We Ubered.
I've been Ubering all over Jersey today,
same as you, Jake.
Uber's really made being a killer doll
so much easier.
In the old days, if I
had to get somewhere,
I had to take a fuckin'
hostage just to drive me.
Now, I can just arrange
to have myself picked up
and delivered anywhere.
It is so convenient.
Just don't do anything stupid, Chucky.
No, Jake.
Stupid would be you and your idiot BFFs
falling right into my trap.
See, I needed the three
of you to get back together
so I could kill you all at once.
But you never got back together.
So much for BFFs.
I hang out with my murder victims
more often than you
assholes see each other.
- We've been busy.
- Yeah?
Well, now, you're all
gonna get busy dyin',
just as soon as Lexy gets down here.
Just let the kids go.
Nah. The more, the merrier.
Why are you doing this?
There were 72 of me on that truck.
I was gonna take over the world,
and I would've gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't for you meddling kids
and Andy
and that goddamn bitch
from hell, Tiffany.
I'm gonna kill every last one of you.
Wait, exactly how many of you are left?
Enough to make this worth the sacrifice.
I die knowing
-
- I took all of you with me.
-
- You die knowing
I never really die.
Just as soon as Lexy gets down here.
What the fuck?
- What about Andy?
- Andy is dead.
- And Kyle?
- They're both dead.
I don't believe you.
Well, you'll see them in hell.
Any minute now.
Is somebody here?
God, I love my job.
Ahh!
There's no pain greater
than the permanent grief
that a parent suffers
after the loss of a child.
Think of the birthdays, the ball games,
the graduations,
all the milestones that
should have been celebrated,
but now instead
will be a cause for mourning
year after year
by Gary's parents.
Foster parents.
Excuse me?
Pam and Larry were his foster parents.
And they didn't love him.
I did.
Through your actions and your negligence
and what you apparently thought
was just good, clean fun
Building a homemade
bomb around a child
You and your friends
have denied Gary his life.
If I may.
I think it is important to point out
they're children too.
And they'll be placed in a facility
with other violent juvenile
offenders like them.
I would like to suggest an alternative.
I've done some work with troubled youth
at the School of the Incarnate
Lord in Burlington,
along with the Archdiocese of Camden.
They've had great success
with cases like this.
These kids are responsible
for Gary's death,
yet I'm sure we all agree
it was a tragic accident.
They have been through so much already
this past year.
I'd like to think
that they could learn
from their mistakes
and become good people
by thinking on their sins.
It was a kamikaze mission.
He blew himself up.
He's never done anything
like that before.
Which means that more than one Chucky
made it out of that truck crash alive.
- How many?
- Who knows?
But no matter what, he's
gonna come for us again.
Jesus.
Hey, do you guys remember Trevor Cain?
Who's Trevor Cain?
He was a year ahead
of us, in fifth grade.
He made my life a living hell.
Taught me everything I know.
Trevor's been here for
the past three years.
My mother sent him here.
Maybe Chucky'll take care of him.
That's not funny.
Wait, guys, why does this
place look so familiar?
This used to be the Burlington Home
for Wayward Boys, remember?
Charles Lee Ray lived
here when he was our age.
Good morning.
I'm Sister Ruth.
I'm a Handmaid of
the Immaculate Heart of Mary.
Welcome to Incarnate Lord.
Do you know why you're here?
Because God hates us?
God doesn't hate anyone.
He loves us even when
we've lost our way.
He wants you to seek forgiveness
and to find your way back to Him.
And if you're not careful,
you might even have
a little fun along the way.
Follow me.
He hates us so fucking much.