- [cackles]
- Previously on "Chucky"...
- A ghost ripped my husband's face apart.
What do you think I should tell my boys?
- I'd like you to meet the president's double.
- Your brother's doll is alive, and he's a serial killer.
- What I need from you is to get a single personal item
from each one of these guards, unless you want to see me
be executed in three weeks' time.
- I'm going for the nukes!
[gunshot] What a world!
[eerie music]
* *
[eerie whispering]
* *
- Hello?
- Oh, Mr. Ray.
Go right in. He'll see you now.
* *
- [chuckles]
[spits]
* *
[giggling]
Who are you?
- I'm Damballa.
And you are?
- I'm Charles Lee Ray. Your secretary said that...
- Charles... - I could just--
- Lee Ray--ah, yes.
Here it is.
Please, have a seat.
- You know, I always thought that you'd be a--
a snake or something.
- I take the form of the one that you revere the most.
And since you're a...
pathological narcissist?
Well, here I am.
- And what is this place?
- This is the spirit realm.
* *
I like to meet my constituents one-on-one
before they're processed.
Makes it a little more personal.
Do you have any questions? - Yeah.
I served you up a smorgasbord of sacrifices.
I even killed the president.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You did what?
- I killed 13 people,
more than double what you asked for.
Was that not enough?
- Well, of course I wasn't paying attention.
You cheated on me with other gods.
Catholicism? Seriously?
- That was an accident.
- Gunshot, point-blank.
Suffocation by Stars and Stripes.
Charles--Chucky,
these kills, to be honest--
it looks to me like you're coasting.
- You want to know how I killed the president?
I thumbed his eyes out.
I learned that on Shark Week.
Does that sound like coasting to you?
I mean, I--I killed my own mother
before my balls dropped.
I blew up a priest.
Multiple defenestrations, acid face melt,
poison roulette-- you name it, I've done it!
And what about the nukes?
I almost blew up the whole world
in your honor!
- [sighs]
It's not really about numbers, Charles.
It's about passion and originality.
- I can't fucking read minds!
If you wanted to be so fucking specific,
you should have told me!
Fuck!
- How dare you fucking speak to me that way?
- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you, Mr. Ray.
Straight to fucking hell!
[suspenseful music]
- No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Damballa, my one true god.
Please, please, you can't process me out.
Give me one more chance.
- Killing the president, that did take audacity.
And you've caught me
in an unusually magnanimous mood.
You get one more chance to up your game.
But you'll need to kill without a body--
as a ghost.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Thanks to the blood you spilled in the White House,
you have more power there than you realize.
So harness the blood, Chucky.
Use your imagination.
- And if I do, you'll take away the Catholic cooties?
And I can go back?
- Put on a show, impress me,
and I will see what I can do.
- [cackling]
* *
[both cackling]
[playful spooky music]
[cackling]
* *
- A developing story here at the White House
which is currently operating with a skeleton crew--
- Fueling rumors of a remote nuclear detonation--
- The First Family is believed to be inside--
- We go now to a live report from Vice President...
all: Spencer Rhodes.
- My fellow Americans, last night at 10:48 PM,
the White House was participating
in a routine exercise with NORAD when we lost power.
While this led to temporary confusion
and some speculation about U.S. involvement
in the unusual activity over the Arctic Ocean
reported overnight,
this incident was wholly unrelated,
and there was no danger at any point.
As any homeowner can tell you, an old property requires
what feels like nonstop maintenance.
The White House is no different.
We've dealt with several power outages
over the past few months.
So while the president remains indisposed,
I'll be overseeing a complete electrical overhaul.
Today, most staffers are working from home,
so necessary rewiring can happen quickly and safely.
Soon, we'll be back up and running.
Thank you all, and God bless America.
- We're clear.
- Thank you, Dennis.
[tense music]
[door clicks] [sighs]
- How'd that feel?
Presidential?
- Perfect.
- And the internet is officially speculating
that the president is gravely ill.
We're good.
- Tonight, we'll make the announcement,
and tomorrow, you'll be the president,
and then we can finally put
this misbegotten transparent administration to bed.
- Can you imagine the sheer chaos if the world found out
that a supernaturally possessed doll
murdered the President of the United States?
- And nuked the North Pole?
- It was melting anyway.
Damage control is certainly gonna be tricky.
But the doll did us a favor.
You know, I never would have thought a simple cleanup job
could turn into a full-on executive branch upgrade,
but hey, if my years in this line of work
have taught me anything,
you can't let a good opportunity go to waste.
- How can we be sure it's really over?
- The experts from Duke are arriving today
to make sure the house is clean.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got to go prepare the widow.
[ominous music]
* *
- I know how you feel right now, ma'am,
and I am right there with you.
- If that man keeps getting between me and my children--
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
I could support that wholeheartedly.
Yeah.
- Sorry. [chuckles]
It's uncanny. You look just like him.
Fuck.
How did I get here?
- I, like, felt like I won the lottery
when I got the call to be his double.
I thought he was gonna be another third-party hack
diluting the electorate.
But when he won while sticking to his convictions,
while--while still standing for something, you know--
- He really was one of a kind.
- I don't know what happens next,
but I know that the Collins family is strong.
I know you're strong, and I know
you're gonna do what's best for you and for those boys.
[door clicks]
- Oh. Good.
You look tired.
That'll be helpful.
So last night's incident was, uh--whoo!
- What was that thing?
- The children have identified it
as a manifestation of Charles Lee Ray.
- The serial killer? - I know. [chuckles]
Certainly, uh, unusual,
but it's dead now!
So now, we can focus on moving forward.
We are gonna tape an announcement.
Surrounded by your loving wife and sons,
you will reveal that you've been
diagnosed with brain cancer.
And as your health is deteriorating rapidly,
you've, of course, transferred power to Spencer.
Madame First Lady, you will plead for privacy
and support from the public.
- No. Not cancer.
[dark music]
- [sighs] I'm sorry.
I'm sure this must seem rather ghoulish
with your son and whatnot, but that's what'll make it
realistic for the American people.
- There has to be another way.
- You just be ready in 60.
I'll leave it to you to get your sons up to speed.
* *
- What a dick.
[pounding on door]
- Hello?
- I can't believe that guy took our phones.
I finally had the footage to prove it.
- Hicks says he's CIA.
- Give it up, Lex. We're never getting out.
- CIA?
That's not good. - None of this is good.
Chucky's gone, and now I'm never gonna see Caroline again.
- We'll find her, Lex.
We won't stop until we find her.
[somber music]
* *
- There's just so much shit we never got to say.
[sniffles]
[door clicks]
- Your mother asked to see you.
- Just him.
- No way.
I'm not leaving them.
- You can't keep us in here forever.
- Honestly, this might be the safest place for you
at the moment.
- [whispering] Lexy.
I'll go get help and come back for you guys.
Trust me.
- Yeah, I do.
Be careful, OK?
[soft dramatic music]
* *
- Grant, will you please tell me
what the hell is going on around here?
[door slams]
- Grant.
- Is he OK?
- He's in shock.
Sweetheart, I--I need to talk to you.
- About Dad being dead?
Yeah, I figured that out already.
- I wanted to tell you-- - Why didn't you, then?
- There are things that you don't know,
things that I was trying to protect you
and your father from.
- What do you mean, protect Dad from?
- Look, I'm gonna tell you everything,
about the murders and the ghosts--
- Crazy shit has happened,
but you still should have told me about Dad.
- I know. - [whimpers]
[breathing heavily]
- We need to get your brother out of here.
- How?
[knock on door]
- Ma'am, everything is set.
But we have to move now.
- OK. - [breathing heavily]
- [growls]
- [screaming]
[brassy upbeat music]
* *
- Ow! Ow!
Ow, Eli, you're hurting me.
- Sorry, Miss Tilly. [alarm buzzes]
- Miss Valentine.
- Let me fix it for you.
- I have your croissant, Miss Tilly.
- Why is Valentine so fucking hard to remember?
Fuck the croissant!
My execution is tonight!
I should have been out of here weeks ago!
- Well, all the guards are on board now, except for--
- Except the sniper out front.
For some reason, you have failed to bring me
even a single hair from his head.
Or a glove,
or a shoe,
or a goddamn condom, for Christ's sake!
- Well, he was out sick for a week.
And, you know, snipers do tend to be loners.
- Your excuses aren't going to save me
from lethal injection!
- We won't let that happen, Miss Tilly.
- Get out of here.
Fucking morons.
Get me something of his.
And get it fast.
[suspenseful music]
* *
[engine turns over]
* *
[keys jingling]
* *
[horn honks]
[tires screeching]
- Dr. Lindstrom, welcome to the White House.
Mr. Pryce is waiting inside.
- Oh, no.
- Timothy, what do you see?
- There's something very, very wrong in this house.
[sinister music]
* *
- So what happened with the Long Island Medium?
That woman is awesome.
- She was booked. - Ah.
- But Timmy is the most gifted psychic
I've ever worked with, bar none.
He cleaned Buckingham Palace when the Queen died.
Taylor Swift hires him after every breakup.
- I respect that résumé.
- [inhales sharply]
- His whole family was murdered
right in front of him as a child.
That sort of trauma can leave one open
to otherworldly communication.
- Rather fortuitously.
For us, I mean.
- Well, certainly not for Timmy.
For him, it's been a curse, not a gift.
- How so?
- [shrieks] - [screams]
- I see.
- The president died here.
- Correct.
- In agony.
- That tracks.
- His killer was not human.
- You're three for three, Mr. Nash.
Now tell me something I don't know.
- His family's getting away.
[suspenseful music]
* *
- What about my friends?
- We'll find a way to help them once we get out.
- Pryce's guy is guarding the door.
We're not gonna be able to get to them.
- No, they're hostages! - No time, sir.
- Henry.
Thank you, Coop.
- Yeah, no problem, ma'am.
It's only my pension.
- Grant, get in.
- We gotta go. - No. No, I'm sorry.
- Honey. - Not without Lexy.
- Now or never, guys.
- I'll stay with him, ma'am. I'll keep him safe.
- Please, we don't have time.
- I can't let anything happen to her.
- Grant. Grant.
Get in.
Grant! Grant, no!
No.
- Brett, go back.
Please, go back.
- We can't risk it, ma'am.
He'll be all right.
* *
- Let my friends go.
- Back the fuck off, you entitled--
[grunts]
- Holy shit!
You gonna get in trouble for that?
- Yeah, probably.
Heads up.
- Grant!
- Come on. I'm getting you out of here.
- No, Grant, I'm not leaving.
Not when there's a chance to find out about Caroline.
- Master Collins.
We need your help.
- [breathing heavily]
[tense music]
[alarm buzzes]
- Miss Tilly. You're coming with me.
- And who are you supposed to be?
- That don't matter.
But I got the privilege
of walking you down the green mile.
- But that-- that isn't until tonight.
What--what are you doing here now?
- Standard protocol.
We're moving you to a holding cell.
- Does Erica know about this?
- Erica's dead.
- That bitch!
- Put your hands behind your head,
turn around and face the wall.
- OK. I'll--I'll go quietly.
I just--I just need to collect my dolls--
- Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Where in the hell did all this shit come from?
- I need my dolls, mister! - Let's go. Come on.
- It's part of my religion! - All right, come on.
All right. Let's go.
- You're violating my civil liberty!
- Let's go. - Stop it! I need my dolls!
- Kids, this is Dr. Carol Lindstrom,
head of the parapsychology department at Duke University.
- Mr. Pryce tells me you've had experience with the entity.
- Charles Lee Ray.
- Chucky.
- There are many entities in this house.
[sinister music]
- What are you guys doing?
- Listening...to the dead.
- Electronic Voice Phenomena, EVP,
are auditory signals imperceptible to the naked ear.
These devices allow us to listen in
and record empirical evidence.
- What kind of signals?
- Messages, pleas...
- Warnings.
- The souls of those who died in this house still linger.
And based on what you've told Mr. Pryce,
I suspect their killer is still here too.
- Wait, Chucky is still here?
- Timmy, what do you see?
- It's not what I see, it's what I feel.
The veil between the living and the dead is so thin here,
there's almost nothing holding the other side at bay.
- The other side?
- The spirit realm.
- They're trying to warn you.
* *
[screams echoing]
They've been trying to warn everyone--
about Chucky.
- Is everyone who's ever died in the spirit realm?
Like, hypothetically, could you make contact?
- No. Um, most are at peace.
The spirit realm is a type of purgatory
for those with unfinished business.
- But if Chucky is still here, can we talk to him?
Ask him questions?
- What kind of questions?
- OK, I think we have something.
[static crackling]
[muffled moaning]
- What are they saying? - Hold on.
- [distorted] Blood.
So much...
- Is that--
- Blood.
So much blood.
* *
Blood.
- That's my dad.
- So much blood.
So much blood!
[wheezing]
[suspenseful music]
- Our administration showed the world
that independence and transparency are values
this nation still holds dear.
And your next president, Spencer Rhodes,
will guide our country into the future
with those same priorities.
[coughs]
It has been the honor of my life
to serve as your Commander in Chief.
God bless you all.
God bless America.
- And cut.
- Oh, God, just let me do it one more time.
Please? - No, no, you don't--
you don't wanna ruin perfection.
- Oh, I just--I feel like-- [clapping]
- That was well done, Randall.
You served your country beautifully.
- Thank you.
- Your well-earned retirement awaits.
[ominous music]
* *
- Pryce.
- Hmm.
- I'm not like you.
I'm not a kingmaker, I'm not a power player,
but I'm not dumb.
- Of course not.
- I'm not meant to leave this room alive, am I?
- I'm afraid you're not.
- Well, fuck you all, then.
[suspenseful music]
* *
[elevator dings] Come on!
[yelps]
Oh, God. Oh, God, come on.
[grunts] Oh.
Ah!
* *
[button clicking]
- Hey. Hey.
- Dr. Lindstrom, what exactly is going on here?
- I believe the accumulated weight
of every terrible decision made in this house
served as kindling.
When it met the spark of these recent violent deaths, well,
it erupted into a forest fire of supernatural energy.
[both grunting]
- [gasping]
[groaning] I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
[grunting]
[sinister music]
* *
[dramatic music]
[both grunting]
[screaming]
Help! Help!
[screams]
- It has to happen now.
- What?
- The séance.
- Once we've made contact,
we'll try to heal whatever core wound
causes him to act violently.
That's how we'll persuade him to move on and find peace.
- Wait a minute.
Chucky's violent because he loves violence.
He's not looking for peace.
You can't appeal to his better nature,
'cause he doesn't have one.
- Oh, yes, he does.
- [screaming]
- [cackling]
- What are you talking about?
- Good Chucky, remember?
Last year, we brainwashed him, and he was different.
Better.
He was good.
- There's no such thing as Good Chucky.
He threw Nadine out of a window.
That's not good. That's pathological.
* *
- [choking]
- [screaming]
- [cackling]
- [screaming]
- [cackling]
* *
- [gasping and gurgling]
* *
- What is it?
- [choking]
* *
[elevator dings]
[all gasp]
- We are now the only people in the White House,
except for special ops who I brought in
to take over security.
You'll guard the door.
Mr. President, maybe it's best if you stay at the Residence.
After all, you are the leader of the free world.
- Exactly. My duty is to serve,
not hide, tucked away like a child.
Besides, it's a séance, not active combat.
I'll be fine.
- [whispering] It's getting stronger.
- All right, everyone. It's time.
- Let's do it. [chuckles]
I think I'm the only one
who hasn't seen a ghost here yet.
[ominous music]
* *
- You--you and Chucky, you were close?
- I was his godfather.
- That'll be helpful.
Intense emotion between spirits and the living
strengthens the connection between realms.
- Now, join hands.
* *
Once the entity is summoned, do not break the circle
under any circumstances.
Is that clear?
- What happens if we break the circle?
- The sudden discharge of psychic energy
could be catastrophic for everyone in this room,
both living and dead.
I will now guide Timmy into a trance.
* *
Five, four,
three, two, one.
- [gasping]
[sinister music]
* *
- Timmy, can you hear me?
If you can hear me, open your eyes.
- [cackling]
- We're ready to make contact.
* *
Charles?
Charles Lee Ray.
Charles, are you here?
[wind howling]
* *
Are you here, Charles?
- [raspingly] Here.
- Why do you remain, Charles?
- Why...
- We want to help you, Charles.
Open yourself to us.
[rattling]
[eerie whispering]
Charles, let us help you.
both: [distorted] Help...
me...
- Tell us why you remain.
both: Unfinished business...
- And what is that?
both: Devon, Jake,
and Lexy.
- Where is Caroline?
both: Caroline?
- Where is she?
- Don't distract him.
Can't you see he wants our help?
both: The only thing I want from you
is your blood.
[in normal voices] Oh, for God's sakes.
Let's just talk normal.
Testing one, two, three. [pounding on table]
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuckity-fuck.
- We summoned you here, Charles.
We are in control.
* *
both: Sure you are.
- Stay calm.
Do not break the circle.
- You heard her. Don't break the circle.
- You don't have to be who you were in life.
I know there's a part of you that has regrets.
- [gasps]
both: My only regret is your sister.
And I had such high hopes.
- What did you do to her, you son of a bitch?
What did you do to her?
[gasping]
both: There's only one way to find out.
[menacing music]
- Don't let go.
[wind howling]
* *
Charles, you don't have to do this!
- My name is fucking Chucky!
* *
- Don't break the circle!
- [cackling]
- Don't break the circle!
Do not break the circle!
- [sobbing]
- [cackling]
* *
- [screams]
- Don't break the circle!
- Oh, shit. Look!
- Oh, no! [all gasping]
Go, go!
[electricity crackling]
* *
[sinister music]
[tense music]
- The president is dead.
The vice president is dead.
The double is dead.
The plan has changed.
We have to focus on contingencies.
- You got this?
- Uh-huh.
I'll handle it.
- We'll summon Chucky again.
This time, we'll be ready for him.
- Your only chance now is to take him by surprise
on his own turf, in the spirit realm.
- But how do we get to the spirit realm?
- By dying.
- I have to die.
- What?
- I got it, Dev.
"Flatliners."
- The movie? - Yeah, yeah.
And "The Abyss." Remember?
Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio is so good in that.
- Care to explain for the non-nerds in the room?
- Um, you induce shock
or cardiac arrest or whatever.
I cross over to the other side,
I make Chucky tell me where Caroline is,
and then you bring me back.
- [chuckles] That's deranged.
Those are movies, not a how-to guide.
- I don't think we have a better idea.
* *
- Yeah, I do.
You, Pryce. You should be the one to die.
You covered up Chucky's crimes.
You let it get this far.
- [scoffs] - No.
Jake is right.
It has to be the one with the strongest connection.
- And that's me.
With Good Chucky.
Look, I loved him, Dev.
That part of him.
I'll be able to get close to him
and convince him to tell me where Caroline is, and--
and then what?
Get him to move on? How does it work?
- All souls are eternal, unless it self-terminates.
Then it ceases to exist.
- OK, what do you mean, self-terminate?
He's already dead.
- If he sacrifices himself in the spirit realm,
he'll be gone forever.
- [scoffs] Good luck with that.
- You said Chucky's soul is splintered?
Good Chucky makes him vulnerable.
- So once I find Good Chucky,
I have to talk him into sacrificing himself?
- Exactly.
- Oh, man.
- If we do this, all three of us should go.
- Four.
I'm coming too. - Grant--
- Chucky would just feed on your hatred for him.
In the spirit realm,
your hatred would only make him stronger.
Jake's love for him is his secret weapon.
- Jake, if you love me, you won't risk it.
- And if you love me, you'll trust me.
- Uh, OK, regardless of who loves who the most,
how are you gonna temporarily die?
- Uh, I can help with that.
[Norah Jones' "My Heart Is Full"]
* *
- * My heart is open *
* Eyes are wide *
* *
* My mind is free *
* My hands are tied *
* I can see *
[keypad beeping]
* *
- This drug was refined by the CIA over many years.
There was a coup in--
Actually, don't worry about it.
But I promise, it works.
It stops all cardiac activity.
You can be dead for five minutes,
at which point,
this drug will restart your heart.
You stay dead any longer,
you risk permanent brain damage.
- The drug that brings him back,
give it to me.
I don't trust you at all.
- All yours.
- This is gonna work.
- No.
This--this is crazy.
- We're the heroes, remember?
- * I will rise *
* *
* I will rise *
- Just promise me you'll come back.
* *
- * I will rise *
- [sobbing] No! No!
I need to say goodbye to the guards first!
Please!
Please, get me Eli!
I need Eli!
Eli!
[sobbing]
- Does anyone wanna say anything?
- I do.
* *
Tiffany,
I talked to GG this morning.
They told me to give you a message.
Though it kills me to do this, I promised I would.
So they said you were a wonderful mother.
And that you always tried to protect them
from a world that could be cruel
to those that are different
and that they will always love you very, very much.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- Tiffany, I know the truth about you.
And I know you are going to burn in hell.
[sniffling]
[ominous music]
* *
- Jake, I love you.
I'm right here with you.
[William Shatner's "You'll Have Time"]
* *
- Any last words?
- Are you ready?
- Goodbye, GG.
Goodbye, Chucky.
I love you
so, so much.
* *
- * Live life *
* Live life like you're gonna die *
* Because you're gonna *
* *
* I hate to be the bearer of bad news *
* But you're gonna die *
* You're gonna die *
- * You're gonna die *
* You're gonna die *
- * Yes, you're gonna die *
* Live life, live life like you're gonna die *
* Because you're going to *
* Oh, yeah *
* I hate to be the bearer of bad news *