All language subtitles for Chucky.S02E08.WEBRip.x264-XEN0N

Come back here!

- He said he was my
friend till the end,

but he lied.

- She is incredibly rare.

- I need to transfer
my soul again,

but I can only transfer
it into a Belle doll.

- Dolls are horrifying.

Never trust any doll.

- Dolls are fucked up.

- You were never there for
us, and you still aren’t.

- Whatever you do,
you are my kid,

you are a killer,

and you can’t escape that!

- Good Guy dolls
are hard to come by.

In fact, this is the last one,

and I’m gonna need
it for Chucky Prime.

Do we have a deal?

We did it.

I can’t believe it.
We finally got him.

No!

Aah!

- Glen!
- No! No!

- Every Better Days
Hospital in the country

will receive a priceless gift

from her personal collection
of vintage Good Guy Dolls.

- Keep this handy.

Sweet dreams.

- Do you think his whole life
is flashing before his eyes?

- Charlie?

Did you always plan
on killing your mother

or was it a
spontaneous decision?

- What’s spontaneous?

- All of a sudden.

Unplanned.

- I like both actually,

but spontaneous is the most fun.

So, Doc, here’s the deal.

I need to get one of
these little shits

to kill someone.

- Well, I’ve had them all
on my couch over the years.

I nod. I prod.

They do what I tell them,
and then I just sit back

and watch their lives
fall apart, more or less.

It’s quite fascinating really.

- But how do I do it?

Most kids aren’t born

with my kind of
talent, you know?

- Of course not, Charlie.

Your particular form of
genius is exceedingly rare.

Keep in mind, these
are teenagers.

They are ruled by
their hormones,

their emotions, and
their anxieties.

- Mom!

- If you want to push
them over the edge...

- Aah!

Mom?

- All you have to do
is traumatize them.

Uh-huh.

- Whoa!

Thank you. Finally.

You have no idea
how hard it’s been

getting one of you little shits
to step the fuck up and play.

- I’ll spare her
for Dr. Mixter

and our lord and savior.

- So long, suckers.

See ya real soon.

Sorry, Doc,

but I’m afraid our time is up.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power, I beg of you.

- Aah!

- Ade due Damballa.

And switch.

And switch.

And switch.

- Huh?

- No.

- Do you think his whole life
is flashing before his eyes?

- Hi. My name is Lexy.

I know you know my last name.

I’ve never exactly
been anonymous.

I’m an addict.

Just got out of rehab.

It’s one of the very
few things in my life

that I never posted about
on TikTok or Instagram

because it didn’t fit into
the perfect commercial

for the perfect life I
was trying to advertise.

Like, layers and
layers of secrets

I’ve been trying so
hard to keep covered up.

But the truth is,

my addiction isn’t the only
secret I’ve been keeping.

There’s another secret,

one that only three other
people in my life know about.

It’s definitely one of
the reasons I’m an addict

in the first place.

But it’s even scarier
than the addiction itself.

The truth is,

for a while now,

there’s been a
monster in my life,

a monster hiding behind a
supposedly innocent face.

It’s actually been driving
certain behavior on my part

that may have looked pretty
bad from the outside.

The monster is...

My mother.

I mean, we all know
what she’s like, right?

Controlling, self-absorbed,
narcissistic.

It’s no wonder I’m an addict.

Frankly, with my
mother as a role model,

it’s a miracle I’m not a hooker.

- Hey, so have you
talked to Devon?

- Maybe once.

You know, rehab and a billion
hours of community service

didn’t exactly help
my social life.

He’s probably just busy
getting his hours in.

- Yeah. I mean,
you’re probably right.

I mean, I just finished
mine yesterday, so...

- Merry Christmas.
You’re under arrest.

- So your mom’s really okay

with me staying
over the holidays?

- I haven’t told her yet.
- Wait, what?

- Okay.

Perfect timing. Let
me do the talking.

Hey, Mom.
- Hi.

- Jake’s here,

and he needs a place to
crash for a few days.

- Jake. Oh, it’s
so good to see you.

Of course you can stay here.

It’s the holidays.

You should be with
people who love you.

Thank you, Mrs. Cross.

- Mm.
- Yeah. Thanks, Mom.

- Mrs. Cross is what I call
the mother of my late husband.

God rest his soul.

Please call me Michelle.

- Thanks, Michelle.

Besides, surviving
an ordeal together,

like we did with last
year’s tragedies,

I think has taught us all the
real meaning of community.

I mean, what kind of
neighbor would I be

if I wasn’t here to take in a...

a poor orphan
during the holidays?

- Um, two orphans.

- What?

- Surprise!

Oh, my God.

Wait, Devon.

Oh, my God.
- Hey.

- Uh...
- So did you miss me?

- Uh, yeah, I missed you.

So what’s been going on?

- God damn it, Alexandra.
Why do you do this to me?

I was live streaming
to 100,000 followers.

- What’s the problem?

Wouldn’t taking in two
orphans at Christmas

make you look even more
charitable and mayor-like?

Say, normal to your followers?

- I can’t do this
with you today, okay?

I can’t do this.

I’m walking away.

I’m done.

- Hi.

Um, Merry Christmas, Jake.

- I’m your present.

- From me.

- And this is from me.

- Oh, wow. Thank you.

Um, I have to go
out for a while.

- You just got here.
- Yeah, I... I know.

Um, I just... I have
to get your present.

- You’re my present.
- Yeah, but I’m from Lexy.

You know, we’re both
presents from Lexy.

You know, this is
from you to me,

so, you know, I
have to reciprocate.

- Jake, you’re making
this way too complicated.

I just wanna spend
time with you.

That’s all I want for Christmas.

- Look, I know. Me too.

But you’re gonna love
this. I promise, okay?

Look, I’ll be right back.

See you in a bit,
and Merry Christmas.

- Questions still surround
the case of Dr. Amanda Mixter,

the local psychiatrist
who was found dead,

apparently of natural causes,
in her downtown office,

this following the
bizarre tragedy

at Burlington’s Catholic
School of the Incarnate Lord,

where Dr. Mixter had ties.

The school has been
permanently closed,

and the Archdiocese of
Camden had no comment.

- Hey, hon. Can I
get you anything?

- Not tonight. Thanks.

I’m okay.

Hi. Happy holidays.

I’m back.

Hey.
- How are they?

Not good.

The doctors say
that they have...

days now, maybe less.

I can’t lose Glen, Mom.

If they die, I die too.

- I know, Sweetface. I know.

- Then you know
what we have to do.

- Yes.

- And you’re okay with that?

- Why do you think I
saved it all these years?

- We have to get you in here.

I mean, you’re the only one
who knows how to do the spell.

- What... what about the guard?

- I have an idea.

You just have to be Jennifer
Tilly one last time.

- But Jennifer Tilly’s
wanted for murder.

- Jennifer Tilly is
a damn good actress.

And tomorrow,

you’re gonna give the
performance of her life.

Whoa.

World’s quietest?

Mm, what the hell?
I deserve it.

I’ve been a very
naughty boy this year.

- Hey, everybody.

I just wanted to pop in

and share how my beautiful
nativity-scape is coming along.

Take a look.

Here we go.

I just finished dressing
these handsome gents.

And can’t find a
suitable baby Jesus?

Any doll from your
kid’s room will do.

- Hi there. How you doing?
- Hi.

Aah!

- Oh, my God.
- Seriously?

- I’m sorry. I’m such a klutz.

Here, just get
another one on me.

Sorry.

- Fucking moron.

- Whoa. Excuse me.

- Merry Christmas, Doctor.

- Merry Christmas.

Oh.

Oh, my poor baby.

- Okay. We have to be quick.

- Okay. All right.

Uh, here.

Okay. Ready?

- Holy shit. You.

- Yes, it’s me,

Dr. Robert Rasmussen.

- I didn’t think you’d actually
be stupid enough to come here.

- Predictability is so
boring. Don’t you think?

- Hold on right there.

- Are you gonna
finish that drink?

- I suppose your plan is
to throw it in my face?

Could be.

Ooh, or these flowers.

- Jenn, put it down.
- Aah!

Everything okay in there?

I heard a crash.

- Oh, the klutz strikes again.

I... I broke a vase.

Oh, that’s okay, hon.

I’ll get someone to clean it up.

- No. No, no, no. I got it.

- You sure?
- Sure as sugar.

Okay, then.

Hey, Mom?

Clear?

- Oh, yes.

- Aah!

- Merry Christmas, Mom.

- Merry Christmas, Glenda.

Aah!

- I just finished dressing
these handsome gents.

And can’t find a
suitable baby Jesus?

Any doll from your
kid’s room will do.

- Oh, my God.
- Bye, and Merry Christmas!

What is it?

- I think Mummy just
found her next sublet.

Okay.

Let’s see. Where was I?

- Am I done yet? Can I see?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

I just have to put on
the finishing touches.

Oh.

And a little bit more lip gloss.

All right.

You can look now.

Ta-da.

- Oh, it’s me.

Oh, I love it.

I love me.

Oh, thank you, Mummy.

- Oh, you’re welcome, Gl...

Oh, what should I call you now?

- G. G.

Call me G. G.

- G. G.

I love it.

So, G. G., what
should we do now?

Should we go online and
shop for little tiny shoes?

- Oh, stop it, Mummy!

You’ll wrinkle my dress.

Or we could scare the shit
out of that little brat

in room 304 down the hall.

- Oh, actually I
thought maybe...

I thought I might
do some traveling.

Oh.

Oh, that would...

That sounds very exciting.

Where do you think
you might wanna go?

- England.

England, definitely.

I want to explore my roots.

Oh, yeah.

I’m kind of clocking that.

What’s that accent you’re doing?

- It’s my accent.

- Oh, no, Sweetface,
you’re way overplaying it.

If I were you, I would dial
it back to about a seven.

- What would Jennifer
Tilly do, hmm?

Crank that shit.

- Oh, I’m going to
miss you, Mummy.

- Aw.

I’m going to miss you too, G. G.

Can I give you a lift
to the post office?

- Hey, I’m back.

- Where have you been?

What’s this?

- So I know this is against
the rules of Christmas,

but I couldn’t wait
till tomorrow, so...

Come on. Open it.

I did some research online.

Apparently, this is
the best one, so...

I thought maybe it could help
you get back into podcasting,

just like old times.

- Thanks.

- What?

- Well, I haven’t really been
into podcasting for a year.

I’m kind of done with it.

- Okay. Um, I’m sorry.

- But, I mean, it
is cool, though.

Thanks.

- Yeah.

Merry Christmas, Devon.

- Yeah, you too.

- All right.

There we go.

Oh.

I have
to post this.

Everybody, smile.

Beautiful.

Bon appétit.

So my followers really seem
to love my nativity scene.

It got over 30,000 likes.

So, sweetheart, are you
excited for Santa tonight?

- I guess.

- Well, you’ve been such
a good girl this year.

I bet he’s gonna bring you
something really special.

- I hope I like it.

- No, it’s okay if
you don’t, though.

You could always
just exchange it

for something you
think is better.

- Jake...
- I mean,

just return it for cash.

I mean, cash is great.

Jake, I
like the gift, okay?

- Yeah, well, it doesn’t
seem like you do.

- What do you want
me to say? I love it.

I think it’s the greatest gift
in the history of all gifts.

- I was just trying
to make you happy.

What’s wrong with that?
- You’re not trying

to make me happy.

You’re trying to make
yourself feel better.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- That podcast shit
is so last year.

Language.

- Then what?

What do you want?
- You.

- You have me.
- No, I don’t.

You didn’t even show
up for Halloween.

And when we were
finally back together,

all you did was ignore
how I felt about...

Stuff.

I came here ’cause I thought
things were gonna be different.

I feel like an idiot.

All this time we’ve said
we’ve been together,

but I think you left
a long time ago.

Devon, I...

- All right, all
right. Enough, enough.

This is wildly inappropriate.

- Mom, they’re
just being honest.

- The dinner table
is no place for that.

It’s Christmas, for God’s sake.

- Well, I have something
that I wanna say.

- Oh, Lexy, please, not now.

- Mom, I was just gonna...
- Oh, look, here it goes.

- I’m sorry.

All this time,
during my recovery...

I’ve blamed you for everything
that’s gone wrong in my life...

How you’ve been selfish and mean

and how you’ve just left me
alone in all the sadness.

- This is your apology?

- Look, Michelle...
- Mrs. Cross.

- Mrs. Cross, this isn’t
easy for her, okay?

I know you think that Lexy
just cares about herself,

but that’s not true.

She’s been trying really hard,

and the least you can
do is listen to her.

Okay.

- Thanks, Jake.

What I was trying to say

was that everything that
I have blamed you for,

I’m also guilty of doing.

And that’s on me.
That’s my fault.

I never really thought

about what you might
be going through,

that you would be hiding the
pain just as much as I was.

I think we’re both more alike

than either of us
wants to admit.

- Well...

um,

I’m glad you’re learning

how much your behavior
affects other people.

You’re really growing up.

And...

I admit I have made
some mistakes too.

I’m really sorry for that.

- It’s a Christmas miracle.

- Why don’t you two
just make up already?

- Yes, please.

Are we gonna be like
them when we grow up?

- Who?
- Andy and Kyle.

No jobs, no lives.

Just complete obsession
with all things Chucky.

- That is a terrifying thought.

- Every time I get
a wrong number,

every time we see
someone with red hair,

or even a certain kind of box,

are we just always
gonna think it’s him?

- Chucky’s dead.

So I’ve heard.

I think we just need to
learn to live with it.

Bad things will always happen,
whether Chucky’s here or not.

- Wow, that makes me
feel so much better.

- You know what
makes me feel better?

You two.

You really do.

- Now I feel like a dick.

- We love you anyways.
- Okay.

Yeah, I love you too.

I’m going to sleep.

Good night, dorks.

- I’m sorry, Devon.

- It’s okay.

- No, it’s not.

You’re right, and I
think I was avoiding you.

- Why?

- I don’t know, I...

I thought I wasn’t
good enough for you.

- That’s insane.

- I let Chucky get to me twice.

He got inside my
head, and people died.

- Chucky was the asshole.

It’s not your fault.

- Yeah, well,
Chucky may be gone,

but you’re still stuck
with the same old me.

- That’s exactly
the you I want...

The Jake who makes
weird fucking art.

The Jake with long, curly hair.

- Oh, my God, I knew you
didn’t like my haircut.

And the Jake who stands
up for his friends,

like you did with Lexy tonight.

That’s the Jake I love.

- I love you more, Devon.

- That’s not possible.

Coolio.

- Okay, this is very sweet,

but can you two please
stop making out on my floor

so I can get some sleep?

- You know...

You’re the best Christmas
present I’ve ever gotten.

- Speaking of which,
you did save the receipt

for that podcast shit, right?
- Oh, shut up.

- ’Twas the night
before Christmas,

and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring...

Not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care

in the hopes that Saint Nicholas

soon would be there.

The children were nestled
all snug in their beds...

- While visions of killer dolls

danced in their fucking skulls.

I’ll take it from
here, Caroline.

I enjoyed my milk and cookies,

wearing a silly red hat,

but I had zero intention
of taking a nap.

So then to the stairs,
I flew with a flash,

excited to have three
nosy kids to slash.

No.

No...

Who’s there?

- I’m gonna call the cops.

Jennifer?

- Jennifer Tilly?

Hi! It’s me, Mayor Michelle!

- Oh. Oh, hi.

- Remember we met last
year at the charity event

for Better Days
Children’s Hospitals?

I know that didn’t go so well.

I hope you won’t
hold that against me.

Oh, no, not at all.

- Wait.

Aren’t you wanted for murder?

Oh, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

That was just a big
misunderstanding.

- Oh.
- And that’s why I’m here.

Oh, my God. This is so random.

And I’m sorry to
barge in on your house

on Christmas Eve...
- Oh, no worries.

- But I saw on your
Instagram, you have this doll.

- Yes!
- This very rare doll,

which I desperately need,

because, well, you know,
that Good Guy doll shipment

never did make it
to Better Days...

- Oh, I’m so sorry.
- And I feel

if the public were just reminded

of all my charitable endeavors

that perhaps they would make
that silly murder charge

just go away...
- No, wait, wait.

I need to post this.

- Oh, okay. Okay.

- Oh, my gosh. I’m so excited.

It’s Jennifer Tilly!

- Uh...

- Oh, my gosh. Smile!

Okay.
- No.

Aah!

- Man, that was quiet.

Where have you been all my life?

Mwah!
- Chucky!

You’re supposed to be dead!

- You know, if I had a nickel
for every time I heard that...

What are you doing here?
- None of your beeswax.

Killing a mother
on Christmas Eve?

You’re despicable!

- You’re just jealous you
didn’t think of it first.

- What are those poor
kids gonna do now?

- They’re gonna rest in pieces,

just like their parents.

Except for that Caroline.

I think she’s got potential.

But...

kids who misbehave
have to be punished.

So where are they, Tiff?

- I don’t know who
you’re talking about.

- Glen and Glenda.
They disobeyed me.

They have to be
punished too, severely.

- Chucky.

They’re... they’re dead.

- Come on, doll. I
wasn’t born yesterday.

I mean, technically, I was
born about three weeks ago.

But I’m not stupid.

I know what you’re up to.

I’m gonna find them
and punish them

right after I punish
those brats upstairs.

- You’re not gonna get
to them... any of them.

You’ll have to go
through me first.

- Ah, the scenic route.

Aah!

- Hey!

- What did you do to my mother?

I’ll fucking kill you!
- Tiff!

Get this bitch off me!

- No.
- Tiff, listen to me.

I’m the last Chucky standing.

If I die this time,
I die for good.

- Oh, dear.

So sad.

Tiff.

Tiff.

Tiff!

Lexy.

Let me go,

and I’ll get you all the
drugs you’ll ever need.

This is the only drug I need.

- Aah!

- Oh!

Aah!

I... aah!

What a fucking rush.

- No.

No. No, no.

I just wanted...

- Devon, call the police.

Devon, call the fucking
cops! She’s gonna bleed out!

- You’re lucky he’s
such a good guy.

- No, Devon, you’re
the lucky one.

- Hold this.

Put the phone down.

And the knives.

Now.

Let’s go.
- Uh-huh.

- No. No, Caroline,
what are you doing?

- Chucky always told me,

one day, my real mommy
would come for me.

He told me a long time ago

that the lady downstairs,

she only adopted me.

That’s why I never fit in here.

- Caroline, it’s not...

He... he lied to you.

- You’re not my real sister.

Chucky told me everything.

He told me to just pretend
to be afraid of him.

And I fooled you.

I fooled everyone.

Clever girl.

No.

Caroline, he lies. Remember?

I’m your sister.
- She’s lying.

- I’m your real sister.

- You’re the liar.

- Now where is he, Lexy?

What have you done with him?

- I killed him.

For real this time.

- You’ll be sorry, Lexy.

You’ll all be sorry.

Mommy?
- Yes, honey?

- Let’s go.
- All right, Sweetface.

Toodle-oo.

- No, Caroline. No.

No. Please, no.

- Now I’m an orphan too.

- We got you.

- Okay.

So you heard screams
around 11:45.

You had reason to believe

that the suspect was
still in the house,

so you acted in self-defense.

Then the suspect left the scene,

taking your sister,
Caroline, hostage.

- Exactly.

- Had you seen the
suspect before?

- Absolutely.

- It was Jennifer Tilly.
- Huh.

Damn shame.

I always thought
she was overrated.

Anyway, since none of
you has any next of kin,

we made an emergency call to...
- No, you don’t understand.

We need to find my sister now.

- I’m sorry, but we’re trying
everything we can to...

Oh, my God.

Are you guys okay?
- Mrs. F.

- Oh, my God.

- Thanks for coming.

We still have a lot of
forensic work to do here.

Can you take them
somewhere safe today?

- Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

Lexy, I’m so sorry.

- Yeah, but right now,
we need your help.

- With or without the cops.

- Okay.

What’s going on?

- We have something to tell you.

It’s gonna sound
completely insane.

Mrs. F., do you
remember Chucky?

I knew it.

- Hello?

- Hello, Tiffany.

- Nica.

- Look.

I owe you an apology.

I’m sorry about what
happened with Glen.

I, um...

I never wanted to hurt them.

I’m glad G. G.’s
doing so well now.

- Uh, you heard from G. G.?

- They call me once a week.

- Oh, well, t...

Tell them I said hello, okay?

- I will.

Tiffany, nothing has
changed between us.

I’m still going to torture

and kill you.

But I’m gonna give
you a head start.

- Okay.

- And I love what you’ve
done to your hair.

- Give me that!

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power, I beg of you.

Ade due Damballa.

Possess!

Possess?

Possess!

No.

No. Oh, God damn it!

Possess! Possess!

Possess! Possess!

Possess, you stupid doll!

What a crock!

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no.

- No!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

What... what?

We’re rolling here.

30 seconds?

Fine. Skip ahead, then.

Happy holidays, everybody.

And remember,

friends don’t let
friends drive drunk.