Previously on "Chucky"...
Last chance. How many of you are there?
My situation here couldn't possibly get worse.
In order to forgive ourselves,
first, we have to forgive those who have sinned against us.
If I really wanna forgive myself,
I have to be able to forgive him first.
We call this aversion.
The thought of violence is actually making him sick now.
Hi, I'm Chucky.
We didn't brainwash him. We brain bleached him.
Don't you see him?
Our Lord's image plain as day right here
in this doll's face.
I'm not going. I can't.
Mom needs help. We all do.
Just ask her, "Who's Tiffany Valentine?"
No!
See you forever, Alexandra.
How do we know if this was Chucky anyways?
Who else would do this?
I would say Trevor, but you're currently standing
in a puddle of him.
I don't usually eat cream puffs.
But today is a cheat day.
Beautiful, aren't they?
This one is for Lexy.
Just picture it jutting out of her heart.
If that little bitch had a heart.
Don't you ever say her name.
Lexy's my friend.
They're all my friends.
My God.
What the hell did those monsters do to you, soldier?
I knew it. There's another one.
This one here is for Devon.
This jagged blade is gonna make him scream like a little girl.
And these are for you and your good buddy, Jake.
Friends till the fuckin' end.
Ah!
Ha.
What the fuck, Chuck?
How did you get to be such a wuss?
I found something better than killing.
Don't tell me.
You found it in there?
Chucky, open the door!
Chucky?
Ahh!
Chucky!
Hey, you leave him alone.
Face it. You're not good, Chucky.
I am Good Chucky.
I am.
- Good Chucky. - No.
You're supposed to be a killer, like me.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Jake.
There's nothing you can do, okay?
Just let them take each other out.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Look, I gotta help him.
Ahh!
Chucky?
Chucky, are you okay?
You give us a bad name.
You're weak, pathetic.
You're nothing.
You're the Chucky no one will remember.
Chucky, let me help you!
Ah!
I'm the Chucky I choose to be,
asshole.
Yah!
Ohh, ahh--
How--how did I do, coach?
You did great, Good Chucky.
Good Chucky, huh?
Look at what he did, Jake.
He's a killing machine.
Devon, he saved our lives.
He saved us from Chucky.
He is Chucky.
I feel like I don't even know
how to talk to you anymore.
It's like I don't even know you.
What are you talking about?
Jake, we're supposed to see each other every weekend.
And now, we're at the fucking Sistine Chapel,
as created by everyone's favorite homicidal maniac.
He killed Trevor.
How long before he kills someone you love, again?
It was that Chucky who killed Trevor.
And that was a different Chucky who killed Gary, not him.
Gary's never coming back, Jake.
But you still have me.
And I'm not gonna let Chucky take you, too.
There is no Good Chucky.
Huh?
That was awkward.
Devon!
I find this act of blasphemy deeply disturbing.
God damn it.
What are we gonna do, Lexy?
What are we gonna do about [whispers] Trevor?
I mean, can we bury him?
No, we can't bury him-- it.
Can we bury it/him?
It's just--it's not fair.
You don't look so good. I'm worried about you.
You're worried about me?
There's a corpse in the closet and a killer doll on the loose.
I'm worried about me.
Fuck, Nadine!
Don't. I'm going to the bathroom.
I need to be alone.
If you don't quit while you're ahead,
you're going to die.
I don't know what you're talking about, Nadine.
I do know something about what
you're going through, Lexy.
I've seen it close-up before.
Have you ever had a pet that was your bestie?
I had five gerbils.
I got one each birthday, and soon after,
I would get home from school,
and my mom would tell me that they ran away.
And each one of those days,
I would feel like my world was over.
I couldn't figure it out.
Why would they leave me?
But the fifth gerbil, Houdini,
was there when I got back.
Fourth grade.
Mom had left the cage open,
and he was scurrying around on the floor.
She was passed out,
and she wouldn't wake up that time.
I don't think she ever wanted me to have any of them at all.
But you know how moms are.
They do their best to make you happy, right?
Can you open the door now?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
You know, doing the right thing should be a crime.
Oh, okay. Oh, okay.
You know what?
You trying to kill me?
I'm not, but about that.
Yeah, right.
Me and those two dorks have taken down Chucky before,
and we're gonna do it again.
You believe me, don't you?
Of course I believe in you, Lexy.
Mr. Pasta would have a lot to say about this whole mess.
Yeah.
What would he say?
Don't be silly, Lexy.
Cats can't talk.
I'm contesting custody.
What?
If I get sole custody of the kids,
that's another 10 grand in child support payments.
You just won $11 million.
Hey, I'm the victim here. You said it yourself.
Now I'm gonna hit him where it hurts.
- Mom. - What?
We need to talk.
Glen, there's nothing to say.
Excuse me. Can you move a little?
I'm trying to watch my show.
Glen, what are you doing?
You don't get to play the victim here.
You murder people.
Glen, it's an addiction.
Have a little compassion.
I can't help it. I just like to murder people.
Is that so bad?
I don't even know who you are anymore.
And I don't know who the child
in front of me is, either.
The child I know would never betray their mother.
What did you expect me to do, just act like you
keeping a prisoner who you dismembered was normal?
Let's just start with who Nica is and what happened.
If you must know, Nica's my girlfriend.
And sometimes your father.
Stop lying to me!
Don't use that tone to me.
I may be a murderess, but I'm still your mother.
Okay, Mom,
who's Tiffany Valentine?
I'm not saying anything until you tell me
where Glenda took Nica.
No? No?
All of a sudden, you have nothing to say.
All right, I'm out of here.
Enjoy the show, sweet face.
Maybe it's a miracle?
Hey, you know, you saved us back there.
I mean, you're basically my hero.
Just doing my job.
So what did it feel like
when you killed him?
Like I finally knew what I was for.
Um--
Here.
There you go.
All better, Boy Wonder.
Holy hematoma, Batman.
The Joker got me good.
And the citizens of Gotham will pay us in chocolate.
My sweet baby boy.
Uh, what's going on?
Trevor's gone.
Wait. What do you mean Trevor's gone?
As in not in the place we left him.
What happened to him?
Good Chucky was saving us from this other Chucky
that was stalking the halls.
My sweet baby.
That mean, mean man isn't ever going to hurt you ever again.
- You guys seen Devon? - No, but...
we don't know how many Chuckys are out there.
What if one found Devon?
No, he's fine.
He's just being dramatic and punishing me.
I know you guys are going through a rough patch,
but you love each other.
Will you please stop fighting that?
We've got actual things to fight against.
Yeah.
Who would take Trevor's body, though?
An ally?
Or an enemy?
I've tried so hard, Devon, with you and your friends.
I've given you the benefit of the doubt time and again.
But, clearly, your particular brand of wickedness
is going to need a firmer hand to be corrected.
You're absolutely right, Father.
How could I possibly convince a believer
of supernatural evil?
It must just be a series of violent, elaborate pranks
pulled off by some traumatized teenagers.
Open Leviticus, and read it.
Father Bryce, I have asked you repeatedly
not to interrupt me when I'm in session with the students.
My time here is precious.
- This couldn't wait. - Sin never waits.
Does it, Father? - Sin never waits, does it?
Who should we blame for this?
Please, tell me.
Sister Catherine?
No smart tongue today?
How convenient.
Dr. Mixter, what about you?
Weren't you the one that recommended
these violent kids be admitted here in the first place?
And where have you been during their reign of terror
throughout these hallways,
this sick abandon of everything holy,
what God is trying to tell them,
what I, Dr. Mixter, am trying to help them see?
Do you not take any responsibility?
Father--
As always, I have stepped in
and done what you are too weak to do.
That's why Devon is currently reading the Bible
in the chapel by himself.
And that's where he will remain until--
Father Bryce, is that really necessary?
Maybe these kids need someone to talk to.
I mean, are you punishing him for blasphemy
or for creative prowess?
Why not both?
Because curiosity isn't a sin.
Challenging the institutions that guide us
should be encouraged, not rejected.
Sister Catherine, not everything is a challenge.
Dr. Mixter, please help me out here.
Actually, I do agree with Father Bryce.
This is a display of violence and casual pageantry,
and it crosses the line.
Spare me.
If you're feeling a lack of control of the student body,
maybe it's because you're lacking it, Father.
Devon is a traumatized kid.
This isn't trauma. This is evil.
- Evil. - Sister Ruth, please.
I did not become a Sister to validate
or answer to your fits of self-righteousness.
This is not an inquisition.
That's exactly what it is,
an inquisition by me.
Those medieval relics look good in this office.
Maybe next time, we can burn a kid at the stake. Hm.
Devon has--
Devon has exhausted his options here in Incarnate Lord.
Maybe they can straighten him out in a youth facility.
I disagree with you. I think I can still help him.
I hope you're right.
Sister Ruth,
get rid of that abomination.
Yes, Father.
Not here, Sister Ruth.
Yes, Father.
Get it out of my sight.
Yes, Father.
This is bullshit.
So, Meg, did you enjoy the party?
It was-- it was certainly dramatic.
Thank you.
I hope Glenda comes back soon.
Don't you, Glen?
Yes.
Where did that sibling get off to?
It's so seldom we see the two of you apart.
You know, once I caught them trying to board a plane
to England, alone.
They are such a bonded pair.
They certainly can be a handful.
So could we when we were younger.
- Oh, yes. - Yeah.
You remember that time in high school
when we snuck out to meet with the Dean brothers?
- Yes, yes. - What were their names?
I don't--
Chandler and Ram?
What? Ra--
It was so long ago.
It was almost like we were different people.
I wanna be Jennifer Tilly.
I wanna be a star.
And switch and switch, switch, switch, switch.
So how long are you planning to stay?
As long as it takes.
- Oh, oh, dear. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, okay. Hm--
If you'll excuse me for a minute, I just--
I'll get--I'll be right back.
And--ooh.
Uh-uh.
Nosy, nosy, nosy.
More bills.
Do you have a check for me?
Hm, isn't that precious?
Nice try, Jennifer.
Now you're just going to have to write it again.
But I'm starving.
You promised me chocolate.
Chocolate?
Oh, I love that portrait of me.
I look so beautiful.
That's me! I look beautiful.
Anyhow, there's something even more important
that I need from you.
Tiffany, what more could I possibly give you?
For years, I've made you money playing online poker
and voicing Bonnie on "Family Guy."
I pay the bills and answer all my own fan mail.
And for what?
Just a little bit of chocolate.
That's all I ask.
Shut up with the exposition, Jennifer.
I need answers about you.
Why, you ask?
- Actually, I didn't. - I'm about to embark
on my greatest acting challenge yet.
I need to convince your sister, Meg,
that I'm you, Jennifer Tilly.
Meg is here?
Now, tell me about those Dean brothers.
What's going on?
- Trevor's missing. - What?
Either he crossed over into Narnia or someone took him.
Fingers crossed for Narnia, but I'm pretty sure
that's not a real place.
He wasn't in the closet when we came back
from the bathroom. - Wait,
maybe someone was cleaning up for the other Chucky,
like the bad one?
Well, the Good Chucky was texting
somebody named the Colonel.
Maybe they're the ones that took Trevor.
We should look through this again,
see if we missed anything.
I sure hope you find Trevor.
I just feel so bad.
Who would do something like that?
Are you fucking kidding me?
- Devon. - You,
you would do something like that.
You killed my mom. You killed her dad.
What?
You're basically responsible
for killing Jake's whole family.
But for some reason, he doesn't seem
to care about any of that.
Because that wasn't his fault.
That was a different Chucky. He's not like that anymore.
I--I--
I have to go.
Chucky, wait, you can't--
Did I really do those things?
Oh, no, that was a different you.
Like that other me, the big guy.
Yeah, exactly.
There's a lot of you.
But, you know, you're all different.
Where did we come from?
Well, it all started with this guy named Charles.
He actually lived here a long time ago,
when he was a kid.
And, well, when he grew up,
he split his soul into all of you.
And that's why you're alive.
Was he a good person?
If I came from someone bad, that means that I'm bad too.
That means I could hurt you. - No, no.
I shouldn't be around anyone!
No, I--I want you here.
- Why? - Because you're good.
Look, I know you're good.
But what if there's still evil inside me, too?
Wait, you know what?
Look, I have an idea.
But we're gonna need some help.
So you and Jake?
Yeah, yeah.
Not great.
Understatement of the century.
I mean, do you get this whole Good Chucky thing?
'Cause I don't.
Every time I look at him, I see Junior's face.
I just feel like he doesn't hear me sometimes, you know?
Or he won't.
Chucky fucks everything up.
Maybe.
- Maybe? - I mean, yeah,
but even when we thought Chucky was dead, Jake--
I mean, none of us ever saw each other, ever.
Maybe Chucky's not the only problem.
I mean, I wanted to talk to you guys every single day.
Everything just felt so hard.
I just don't want Jake to get himself killed, or us.
He's lost touch with reality.
So what do you wanna do about it?
It's like looking through my mom's Instagram.
Wait, wait, go back.
What's that?
Is that a doll's foot?
Go to the next one.
There, an arm.
What the hell?
I think they're bread crumbs.
What?
You know, like "Hansel and Gretel,"
like he's leaving a trail for himself
to find his way back home.
We have to get out there.
Maybe this trail will lead to more dolls or this Colonel.
If they don't see us coming,
maybe we can take 'em out for good.
Should we tell Jake?
So what do we do now?
So then, the priest usually says something like,
"What do you ask of God's church for Chucky?"
I ask for a clean slate.
Cool.
You could've also just said baptism.
Oh.
Oh, right.
Godparents, they're usually part of this.
You know, like, the people who are, like,
going to guide the baby--
the Chucky during its life.
You.
You could be my godfather, Jake.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Wow.
Do you wanna be the godmother?
I would love to.
both: Aww.
Okay.
Then there's some questions.
Do you renounce Satan, and his works,
and all his service, and all his pride?
Yes, yeah.
Okay, that's a yes for me, too.
Do you unite yourself unto Christ?
You know, let's just skip the rest.
You get the gist.
Okay, now it's time to pour the water.
Okay.
Ready? - Mm-hmm.
Okay, buddy. I'm just gonna--
Just put you right there.
There we go.
All right.
I baptize you in the name of the Father...
The Son...
And the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Okay, well, that's it.
You're clean now.
No more evil.
Wow!
What a feeling!
And it was so easy.
Thank you.
♪ Thank you, Jake, thank you, Jake ♪
♪ Thank, thank, thank you, Jake ♪
♪ Thank you, Jake, thank you, Jake ♪
♪ Thank you, thank you, Jake
Come on. We're on our own now.
What in the name of heaven?
I am risen!
You are risen indeed, Lord.
And it didn't even take me three days.
I knew it. I knew it was you.
How can I serve thee, Lord?
♪ Ta-da
Oh, a new outfit.
Yes, in this house, we dress for dinner.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
Meg.
Meggy, Meggy, Meggy, come here.
Sit here.
You know, when you were talking
about the Dean brothers earlier,
it really brought back some memories.
Oh, such as?
Yes, like, remember when they wanted
to raise money for the orphanage
that they grew up in?
So they got the whole band back together.
And then the cops were after them
for their unpaid parking tickets.
But they still managed to play the Palace Hotel ballroom.
And then they got thrown in jail,
but they still managed to save the orphanage.
- Jennifer? - Yes?
That is the plot of "The Blues Brothers."
Shut up. It is not.
- Yes, it is. - No, it's not.
Yes, it is.
That bitch!
Excuse me?
I have to go.
Jennifer?
Jen?
Yeah, I don't--
You tricked me, you little troll.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You're a disgusting little smarty pants, aren't you?
I am going to make you sorry you ever were born.
I am going to make your life so miserable.
You are going to be the most unhappy dolly in the world.
- Mom? - You--
What the fuck?
It's not what it looks like.
- Jennifer-- - Oh, Meg, it's me, Jennifer.
In here. I'm in here.
Meg, it's me.
It's not what what looks like?
What is going on here?
Please, please, help me.
I'm trapped. - Jennifer?
Jennifer. Jen-- - Ah--
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. How?
Meg, look out!
Ah!
No!
No! No!
Ohh!
I'm sorry. - Meg.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry. - Tiffany, what have you done?
She was my sister. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Who are you?
My name is Tiffany Valentine,
and I'm your goddamn mother.
There.
Couldn't he have just dropped a pin or something?
Hey, we're getting closer.
Okay?
Let's keep going.
Ugh.
You fucking monster!
I know how this all must sound.
Take your time, sweet face.
I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you.
Mommy's here.
You fucking maniac! You bitch!
I really hate you!
I hate you! I hate you!
If you'll excuse me for just one minute?
I am trying to have an important conversation
with my child.
If you don't shut up, I will lock you down here to starve.
Do you understand me?
No more chocolate!
Ah!
Now shut the fuck up.
Sorry. Sorry about that.
You lied to us
our whole lives.
Well, yes.
But it's complicated.
I never meant to hurt you and Glenda.
I just--I wanted to give you everything.
Tiffany-- Tiffany Valentine is a loser,
but Jennifer Tilly
is a beautiful, beautiful movie star.
I wanted you to be proud of me.
But...
I--I see now that it was a mistake.
I was never good at being Jennifer Tilly.
And I wasn't that good of a mom, either.
- Mm. - I'm sorry.
I was trying to be somebody that I wasn't.
And I did the same thing to you kids, also.
What do you mean?
I have one last birthday present for you.
That belongs to you.
It's me.
What about Glenda?
It's for them, too.
I need to show this to them.
Let's go get them.
Ah--
Look.
What the fuck happened here?
Every dead Chucky's a win, right?
Someone's inside.
Holy shit.
What the fuck is this?
Jesus.
Holy shit.
Andy.
Oh, my God. He's alive.
Charlie?
Dr. Mixter?
Charlie?
That's Colonel to you.