You knew what he was, and you put him in my house anyway.
- You can't tell anyone! - Watch me.
- Do you have any idea what you've done?
Your sister's in the ICU,
a boy is dead,
and our house is partially destroyed.
- Who's gonna believe you? It's just us.
Life's so short, sweetheart.
I just feel silly to go on pretending like
everything's okay when it's not.
- Um, how's--how's Junior?
- Doctors he can't run for at least a month
thanks to the damage to his lungs.
- We don't know how the fire started.
- Oliver didn't die in the fire.
His death has been ruled a homicide.
All roads lead back to you.
Or more precisely, to your doll.
- You might feel a little prick.
[screaming
- Charles Lee Ray was a serial killer
who died in the eighties.
Supposedly, right before he died,
he transferred his soul into a Good Guy doll.
- You have to believe me. Chucky is alive.
He is trying to kill us.
Ooh!
Oh.
Oh!
What the--what--
hey, hey, hey.
What the fuck, Delilah?
- Oh, come on, don't be such a pussy, huh?
I said give it to me, now.
Not like that.
Fuck off, Dwayne!
Hi.
Want a smoke?
Thanks.
Well...
It's a shame your friend had to run off like that.
Maybe that's my problem.
Maybe I'm not looking for a friend.
- Well, maybe you haven't found one.
Maybe.
Thanks for the light.
Hey, where are you going?
- I'm looking for something very specific.
Try me.
You guys are all the same.
- I promise you, I'm not like anybody else.
Caroline, Caroline.
I like to be hugged.
Where's Chucky?
- Oh, sweetie, Chucky's had a few boo-boos
and needs to rest up.
Maybe you could see him in a little bit.
I want Chucky.
I want Chucky!
- Okay, but Chucky looks a little different now, honey.
Ah.
Ah, what a fucking rush!
That's the good shit.
God, I love hospitals.
Oh, my baby!
Look at you!
- Excuse me. - Mm.
Oh, sweet pea.
- Hey Care, um, where's Chucky?
I was thinking maybe I could take him
to go get a Snickers or something.
He must be starving after taking such good care of you.
- I hate Chucky. I hate Chucky! He's bad.
Jesus, Lexy.
It's all daisies until you dampen the mood.
I was just trying to help.
Your mother and I both know
that you want what's best for Caroline.
I don't know that.
I don't.
But Caroline's decided that
she doesn't like Chucky anymore,
so we took care of it.
I threw him in the garbage.
Follow me.
This way.
Come on.
What are the chances he burned to death?
Okay.
Ah.
Uh-uh.
No way, this is disgusting.
We have to be sure.
- I don't know what's worse, stabbed with a butcher knife
or a used needle.
I'll do it. It's my mess.
We're in this together.
- Together. - That's what I said.
- Maybe we--you know,
we could wait for him to come for us.
He can't stay down there forever.
He can't?
What exactly are the rules
for supernaturally possessed dolls?
Hey, guys, I have an idea.
I'll get him out.
Lexy, dig.
Devon, keep watch.
- Uh-uh. No, absolutely not.
There's like seven diseases down there.
- Did you not just say "together"?
- You do it. - Fine by me.
Ready to take him down if he jumps out?
Ugh, fine.
Just follow my lead.
Oh, shit.
Three, two, one.
Go!
Over there.
Jake, over there.
Eat this, Chucky!
Ugh, so gross!
- A few days ago, you were probably feeling shock, denial.
That's normal.
All of this is so much to take in.
At this point, you might be feeling pain and guilt.
That's still normal.
Your feelings are valid and expected.
Everyone will heal at their own speed,
and if you need anyone to talk to,
please know my door is always open to you guys.
I, know, probably think I'm just the biology teacher,
but feelings do start on the molecular level.
Okay, let's pick back up where we left off.
Chapter Biotic and Abiotic Factors.
What are living and non-living beings of life?
Why don't you guys get started on the chapter questions.
I'll be back in just a minute.
- How does he even move around so fast?
He's a freaking doll.
- Maybe he left Hackensack. - No.
He's a psycho back in his hometown on a mission.
He's not leaving.
What do we do about Junior?
We should tell him.
No.
No, we can't bring him into this.
He doesn't have the imagination.
It's just the three of us.
Guys, we have to think.
No one's reported any weird shit since the hospital
so he must be itching to kill by now.
- Maybe we're going about this the wrong way.
Maybe it's not where he's going next, its...
It's who.
Devon,
you know serial killers better than anyone.
What are you thinking?
- Well, most of the time it's opportunity,
but sometimes they fixate on a certain kind--
- What're you guys talking about?
Nothing.
- Have you guys seen "Westworld?"
It's a crazy theme park with these hot robots
and you can, like, do anything you want to them.
It's really cool.
- I haven't. Been a little busy.
- Haven't really had time for that this week.
- Guys, can we get back to work please?
Less chat, more science.
All right, who can give me an example
of one of the biotic factors?
Lexy?
Biotic factors? No?
Devon, this is all my fault.
Oliver would still be alive if it wasn't for me.
- Pain's a lot easier if you let someone feel it with you.
Hey.
Close your eyes.
- What? - Just do it.
Okay.
- Now, think of everything you're feeling,
deep in your gut.
Unfiltered.
- You ever have those dreams where you're running in place?
It feels like I'm running, just like that.
The world is crashing down because of something I did.
But I can't run to fix it.
Can't run from it.
Just stuck somewhere in the middle,
watching it all burn down.
There's nothing I can do but pump my arms faster.
Oh.
All right, this smell is disgusting.
- Don't worry, Marta's is gonna make this dump
camera ready again in time for the New Year's Eve ball.
- How much is that gonna cost us?
Nothing.
It's on the good people of Hackensack.
- How are the people gonna feel about their tax dollars
paying to clean up our mess?
- They'll be happy to help restore order
and grateful for the sense of security.
The people of this town need to know they're safe.
And the town hall tonight
will be the perfect way to convince them.
You mean "reach them."
You mean "lie to them."
Excuse me?
- Whatever. I gotta get outta here.
I don't think so.
You're grounded.
What?
- You caused all this. You have to live in it with us.
You're grounded until I say you're not.
Where are you going?
Uh-uh.
Exactly.
- Honey. - Ugh.
I won't with her anymore.
Every time she speaks, it's cheap silver
on a mass produced dinner plate.
Show her some compassion.
You know, maybe get through to her a little more effectively.
- She nearly burned the whole damn house down, Nathan.
I'm running a little low on compassion at the moment.
Which I understand, but look,
do we care more about how our life looks
or how it feels?
You know, Lexy's hurting too.
- Touchy-feely Nathan
is my least favorite Nathan, just so you know.
How cool would it be
if you got to sleep down here in Mommy's office?
- There's no bed. - Well, it's a sofa bed.
Nana slept here, remember?
- Nana's dead. - Well, now.
Yeah, but she didn't--
hey, look.
What do you think of that, huh?
I want my bed, I want my bed.
- I want my bed! - Honey! Honey, honey.
Guess what? Guess what?
I have a surprise for you.
Close your eyes.
Open 'em.
Where did that come from?
- Hi, I'm Tommy. Wanna play?
- Dad, where did you get that? - I got it online.
- From who? - "From whom."
I like to be hugged.
- Tommy hugs too, just like Chucky.
Oh.
Hey, Care,
do you think that Tommy would give me a hug too?
- Lexy! Sweetie, what are you doing?
- Stop hurting him. Stop! - Stop it!
Do something!
Lexy, stop it right now!
- Stop it. - Stop!
Uh...
So I have some good news.
- You do?
I made a few phone calls.
Thanks to a favor owed,
Junior, you're still going to nationals next month.
Is that really the best idea?
The doctor did say that Junior was--
- I missed regionals 'cause I was in the hospital.
I didn't qualify for nationals.
Isn't that kind of unfair?
- Let this be a teaching moment, kid.
In life, when you get advantages,
you have to take 'em.
So in a week or two, you're gonna--
In a week or two, we're gonna have you
back out there running.
I even got you a trainer.
That guy, Dobbs. He's the best.
That's okay, right?
- Logan--
Jake, please, no phones at the dinner table.
What's she doing texting you?
She hasn't returned my texts all day.
Okay. Phone, now.
- Sorry, I--I can't do that.
- You can have it back after dinner.
- Yeah, hand over the phone, Jake.
- No.
Boys.
What are you doing?
- Give me the phone, you assbag!
Boys, seriously!
Hey!
Drop it.
You give 'em everything and at the end,
all you can do is hope for the best.
- Logan, I think we need to talk.
About?
- Just--
Maybe now is not the best time
to have an extra son in the house.
I just feel like everything is falling to pieces
and I'm not entirely sure that what you're doing
is helpful.
I'm not my brother, Bree.
That's not what I mean.
Then what did you mean?
Oh, what was I saying before?
- Start. What the--?
- Tried--so, okay. - Move.
- Oh. - What the hell?
Where did that come from?
Lexy, this isn't funny.
Hasn't your sister been through enough?
- No, that's not fair. There's no way--
- Michelle, it's not a big deal.
I was just gonna throw it out.
Please do.
And Lexy, now just--
just get outta my sight. Go to your room.
- She doesn't have a room anymore, remember?
And whose fault is that?
- Jesus, Michelle, would you just give it a rest?
- Okay, so I'm the bad guy here.
What are you thinking, Jake?
- I figure we kick his ass till he's dead.
Hell yeah!
Nathan,
don't ever undermine my authority
in front of the kids.
We talked about this. It's hard enough--
Pick a lane, Michelle.
I despise sports metaphors.
Pick a lane.
Talk to me like a grownup.
A man, for example.
All right. Mom or mayor.
- Excuse me? - Choose.
Because I'm not so sure you can do both anymore.
- Oh, that's crazy and you know it.
- Oh, is it? - It's also impossible.
Lexy didn't sign up for this,
and neither did I.
How about mom and mayor?
Did you think of that?
Because that's the best I can do,
and I do it pretty damn well if you ask me.
Nathan?
Nathan!
Stay.
Sh--okay.
Oh, shit!
Hey, okay.
- Okay. - Hey.
- Um, get--get the sack. - Okay.
- Mm, okay. - Shit.
- Are you sure this is gonna work?
- No. - Are you serious right now?
- What do you mean, no? - It'll work.
It has to, right?
Okay. All right, ready?
Three, two, one.
Okay!
- I like--I like-- I like to be hugged.
Get him in!
Yeah!
I like to be hugged.
- Okay.
Oh, my God.
The little fucker's dead!
Oh, yeah!
- Yes!
Holy shit!
- What about Caroline's new doll?
What about Tommy?
No, I checked. Totally cool.
Tommy's just a dumb doll.
Take the win, Jake. Chucky is dead!
- Hey, man, hurry, the sun's coming up.
Okay.
We did it.
- Yeah, Chucky's gone. He's really gone.
- Kicked his ass just like you said.
What do we do now?
- I don't know. Go back to normal, I guess.
Right.
- Except that-- - Except what?
- Sometimes I'm not sure what normal feels like anymore.
- I feel like that all the time.
You do?
What are you thinking, Devon?
I'm thinking...
This is a problem we can solve together.
Okay.
Bye, Jake.
See you, Devon.
See anything you like?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Hey, Red, what's new?
- Is there something I can do for you?
Yeah, maybe there is.
- Ah!
Hey.
Do it.
Do it to me, now.
Charles, what the hell?
Hello! What the hell?
Hey, Red, wanna play?
Wow, it's never happened like that before.
Is that me?
Oh, it's definitely you.
Boy, you really know how to show a girl a good time.
I'm Tiffany.
I'm Charles.
Know what, Charles?
You should be Chucky.
You know what, Tiff?
You should be blonde.
- My secret. It's all I think about.
I know it's wrong, of course it is.
I think about Logan
and the look on his face when I finally say the words.
Every time I try to tell him I just can't.
But I don't think I can keep this a secret anymore.
- Have you thought about telling Junior first?
Junior is just a boy.
He'll find out soon enough.
Besides, with Jake coming to live with us,
he's been through a lot, you know?
And as if Logan doesn't put enough pressure
on Junior as it is.
He just won't let up.
- Did you know that last night-- - Bree.
Your illness?
Stage four cancer.
You know, I say the words and it still doesn't feel real.
I just wanted to protect everyone for as long as I could
so I made a decision; I didn't tell them.
You spared them.
You took all that weight
and put it on your shoulders.
How does that feel?
Lonely.
No wonder.
I have to tell them.
I will.
I don't want to go through this alone.
No matter how I treat my illness
or what's going on at home.
Bree...
Let the people you love back into your life.
Yeah.
- What's the matter, little fella?
Are you not enjoying the show?
What about that, Chucky?
We put on a really nice show for this young man
and all he does is moan and complain.
What do you want, little fella?
Mmm, I need a snack.
Yeah, does look kinda yummy.
- I'm thrilled you've expanded your palette, Chucky,
but I was talking about
a real snack, like Swedish meatballs.
Wait, you're hungry?
- Yeah. - Now?
- Yeah, I'm hungry. I wanna eat something.
- Jesus Christ, you're always hungry.
Yeah, I'm always hungry.
- You know, I'd say you were turning into your mother,
but that would be an improvement.
- You know, my mother always told me,
"Never let a man cockblock you
from what really makes you happy."
And eating makes me happy!
- Go get fat then! - Maybe I will.
Go!
You know, if killing with Tiff
is the best time I ever had in my life,
how come I feel like
strangling her with my own bare hands?
Huh?
You wanna know why?
Because love...
Is strange.
Oh, what?
Where am I?
Oh! Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry, my legs-- I'm paraplegic.
Please don't kill me, please don't kill me.
What?
Oh, my God.
What day is today?
- What? - What is the date?
- November 8th, I guess? I don't know.
- It's been two weeks. - Please don't kill me.
No, no, no, no.
I'm not a killer. You don't understand.
- Are you fucking serious right now?
I watched you murder him!
No!
Look, you don't understand.
My name is Nica Pierce and--
Oh, no.
Is there a Good Guy doll around here?
A Good Guy what?
- Chucky murdered my whole family.
Who's Chucky?
He framed me for the murders
and put me in a mental hospital.
I'm still alive!
I can honestly see that.
Two weeks ago, Chucky,
he split his soul into pieces.
Ade boku Damballa.
Give me all the power, I beg of you!
- But one of those pieces is inside me and I--
- but I'm still here too.
I can save you.
I can fight him.
Chucky!
My stomach is growling like a lion
- and this lion needs to eat.
- And if you ever compare me to my mother again,
I will cut your heart out
and feed it to a stranger.
What are you doing on the floor?
- That was weird. - What's going on?
I dropped my knife.
Well, don't do it again.
You want to eat? Let's eat.
Wet work for dessert.
My favorite.
Hey.
Best if we keep this Nica bullshit between us, huh?
- It'll be our little secret.
- Mrs. McGee, can't wait for Rock the School Block.
Hey, can we expect those famous
everything but the sink cookies this year?
Great.
Hey, Adrianna, you ready to kick
some Manchester butt this Friday?
Okay.
Phyllis, so glad you made it. Thank you.
- Tommy ran away. - He did?
- I want Tommy back. - Okay.
I bet Tommy will be waiting for you when you get home.
No, he won't!
- You know, we could just tell them about Chucky.
Tell 'em he's dead.
- My mom's not going to believe that.
Nobody will believe us.
- What--what if they do?
Move.
Lexy, what the hell?
Jake's doll Chucky was alive
and he killed his dad, and he killed Oliver,
and the cop at the hospital,
and your housekeeper too, and he wouldn't stop killing,
so we broke him into pieces and now he's dead,
so everyone can stop worrying about it.
You can stop worrying about it too.
- If you don't want to tell me what's going on, fine,
but making up stupid shit like that is just embarrassing.
Grow up, Lexy.
Asshole.
Told you.
Good evening, everyone.
Thank you all for coming tonight.
As your mayor,
I wanted to take this opportunity to speak to you
about the recent series of unfortunate
accidents in this community.
First,
thoughts and prayers for anyone
who has lost an acquaintance or loved one.
Second, I am here to tell you
that Hackensack has never been safer.
We are still the best darn
big little city in America.
Third, you're an idiot!
- Fourth, it's important that you understand
that I am doing everything in my power
to keep you all happy and healthy.
Because nothing is more important to me
than family.
Boo!
- Thank you. - You're the murderer!
Thank you so much.
- You killed that cop! - Have a wonderful evening.
- What about the fire at your house?
- Psycho! - Please.
Quiet, please.
This is about the ongoing investigation
into every one of these recent deaths.
This is about the curfew,
which goes into effect tonight.
But most of all,
it's about getting to the bottom of this
so that we can all live our lives
without living in fear.
Now, before I answer your questions,
and I'll stay long enough to answer every one of them,
Principal McVey would like to say a few words.
Principal McVey?
Oh, my God.
- But we killed him. We killed him!
You look like a tuna melt.
No one's gonna love you looking like this.
Ade due Damballa,
give me the power I beg of you.
Hi, I'm Tommy.
Wanna play?