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- Previously on "Chucky"...

- You dressed up as his dead dad, my uncle.

- It got, like, 400 likes.

- I wish I could, like, protect you or something.

- You hate her? - Of course I hate her.

What--what if I'm not a killer?

- Everybody's a killer if you push 'em far enough.

- I want to apologize.

I'm sure you want to know what you can do for me.

- I want Chucky!

- Chucky. - Chucky?

- Give her what she wants.

- Chucky!

- She can have him?

- Yeah.

- I don't want you to think

we're, like, friends or something.

Hey. Sorry, it took forever for my parents to leave.

- Hey, kid. I'm gonna go kill your sister.

- Chucky, when did you become a killer?

- Let me tell you the story of my first time.

- I helped.

- You got guts, kid. I'll give you that.

- Battalion 12, fire is across the mansion right now.

It can change, but it's nowhere near contained.

- Copy that, Battalion 12.

I'll work on getting a secondary battalion

out your way, along with a transport wagon.

An ambulance is on its way as well.

- I'm very sorry to have to tell you this...

- No! No.

- Anybody tell us how long he has to be in here?

Huh? Does anybody know?

I would just like to know

how long my son is going to be here.

- Shortness of breath? No?

- No, I'm okay. - Okay.

- Just my throat's a little scratchy.

- Jake!

- You're here.

- Chucky did it.

Did he kill your dad too?

Holy shit!

I mean, fuck.

- Yeah.

- How?

- I don't know.

- Well, when did you find out?

- Talent show.

- So that was him talking?

For real talking?

- Yeah.

- What a dick.

- Where is he?

- Well, last time I saw him, he was in my room,

surrounded by fire, after he tried to kill me.

- But you didn't see him die?

- No, but I mean, half the house burned down--

- No, it doesn't matter.

Okay, I have to find him and make sure he's dead,

'cause if he's not,

he's gonna come after you again.

- Why?

Jake,

why is your doll coming after me?

- 'Cause I--I told him to.

- You gave that thing to my sister.

You knew what he was and you put him in my house anyway.

- I didn't mean-- - You told him to hurt me.

Jake, did you tell him to kill me?

Oh, you freak!

- Lexy, I-- - You're so dead.

- Where are you going? - Get off of me.

- You can't tell anyone. - Watch me.

- Look, anyone who's told the truth about Chucky

has either been put away or worse.

Mostly worse.

No one's gonna believe you.

It's just us.

I know you're pissed me right now, but you're still alive--

- Oliver isn't. - What?

- He's dead.

He died in the fire.

A fire that wouldn't have even happened

if you didn't send that thing after me.

Maybe I'm still alive, but that doesn't mean

you didn't kill anybody at that party.

Stay the hell away from me. - Lexy.

- Sorry.

How you feeling? - Like a chimney.

- Well, drink that down.

- Hey. I'm okay, Mom.

- I know.

You're a very lucky boy.

- I shouldn't have gone to Lexy's without telling you.

- No, you shouldn't have.

I don't mean to make you worry all the time.

- There's not much you can do about that.

I'm a mom.

I'll be worried the rest of my life.

- Sounds awful. - It is awful.

But it has its perks.

- Did you talk to Oliver's parents?

- Who else was at the party? - The usuals.

- Jake? - No. No, he didn't come.

- What about Jake's doll?

- Chucky? - Yeah.

- What about it?

- Well, did you see it at Lexy's?

- Yeah, actually. Why? - How did it get there?

- I think he gave it to Lexy's sister or something.

- Why would he do that?

- I don't know. He's nice?

- You sure he wasn't there? - Yes, I'm sure.

Are you saying that Jake started the fire?

Because-- - This isn't about the fire.

- Then what?

- Honey,

Oliver didn't die in the fire.

Someone killed him.

- We're gonna go ahead

and check her oxygen saturation levels.

We just need a little space to work.

- Okay.

Have you eaten anything? - No.

- Okay. Let's go.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Is Caroline gonna be okay?

- Suddenly you care about your little sister's well-being?

That's funny.

- Why is it funny?

- Do you have any idea what you've done, Alexandra?

Can you even grasp it? - I told you that--

- Your sister's in the ICU, a boy is dead,

and our house-- which, by the way,

is an historic landmark that belongs to the city--

is partially destroyed all because

you decided to throw a party and set the place on fire.

- No, I didn't. Dad-- - No, Lexy.

Your mother's right. - No, she's not.

Look, none of this is my fault. Jake--

- Jake? Lexy, Jake wasn't even there.

Haven't you tortured that poor boy enough?

- Mom--

- Look, baby.

- Hey. - I found your ball.

- Hey.

- How's Junior doing?

- I--I think he's okay.

How are you? - No permanent damage.

Just gonna be stuck with this sexy smoker voice for a while.

My phone got it worse than me.

Dropped it running out of the house.

Camera's busted.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, it's okay. I can still use it.

- No, I mean the fire, Oliver.

It must have been so scary.

- Yeah, it was.

I was kind of bummed you weren't there at first,

but I'm just glad you're safe.

Hey, can I tell you something?

- Yeah, of course.

- I'm not really supposed to.

No one knows yet, but I can't not tell anyone,

and I know you won't say anything.

Oliver was stabbed to death.

During the fire or right before.

I mean, someone murdered him.

- Really? - My mom told me.

- Do--do they know who did it?

- No clue. Could have been an intruder

who snuck in or someone at the party.

Either way, there's a killer out there right now

running around Hackensack.

I don't mean to freak you out.

- Oh, no. No. You--you don't freak me out.

- My mom also asked about your doll.

- What about him?

- She asked if I saw it at the party.

You gave it to Lexy's sister, right?

- Right. - I don't know why she asked.

Just be careful around her, okay?

She has these ideas about you.

She just doesn't know you like I do.

See ya.

- See ya.

- Can't stop thinking about the Haydens.

Can you imagine going out of town and getting that call?

- I know.

- It really puts things in perspective.

- Come on.

- Life's so short, sweetheart.

It just feels silly to go on

pretending like everything's okay when it's not.

- Damn it!

What?

- Hi there, friends.

- How's Caroline doing?

- Oh, she's--she's stabilized,

but they're keeping her on the ventilator for now.

- She'll pull through. She's a tough little girl.

- Yeah.

How's--how's Junior?

- He's okay. - He's not okay.

Doctors say he can't run for at least a month

thanks to the damage to his lungs.

- Now's not the time to have this conversation.

- No, Bree, it's fine.

He has every right to be upset.

This was a horrible, tragic accident.

- Accident?

You let Lexy have free rein

for whatever the hell she wants.

It was a matter of time before something like this happened.

- We don't know how the fire started.

- Oh, Jesus.

- There were a lot of kids there, including your son.

- Yes, but Junior would never be that irresponsible.

- Oh, no. I didn't say he did anything.

But he has been under a lot of pressure lately.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You put that much stress on a kid,

sometimes he acts out.

- You know what? Fuck you. - Hey, what's going on?

- I don't appreciate that. - Oh, you don't appreciate?

Well, I apologize. - I don't deserve this, okay?

My daughter is in the ICU right now.

- And the Haydens' son is dead thanks to your negligence.

- Oh, my.

- None of you knew where your kids were,

but somehow, I'm the negligent one?

I'm the only bad parent here?

- Jesus, Michelle. Nobody's saying that.

- Her kid's the one with that podcast.

- What? - I'm sorry.

But it's just a little disturbing

for a kid to be so obsessed with crime.

- Are you gonna blame everybody but yourselves?

- Just back off a second, okay?

- Oh, shit. Look who decided to show up.

You know, to be considered a stay-at-home dad,

you gotta actually parent your kids.

- Forcing your son to compete so you can

relive your glory days, it's not parenting, Logan.

It's pathetic.

- Hey! Hey, hey! - That's assault.

Bree, get him. Arrest him!

- Can we all just talk?

- No, no. I want to press charges.

- Michelle.

- I'd like to press charges too.

- Everybody shut up!

The medical examiner has determined

the cause of death for Oliver Hayden.

Severe blood loss as a result of multiple stab wounds.

- Oh, my God.

- What? - What?

- His death has been ruled a homicide.

I'm gonna need you to make yourselves

and your children available for questioning.

Don't stray too far.

- Oh, my God.

- Wake up.

- What's wrong? Did something happen?

- Yeah, a psycho kid told a little ginger doll

to murder me.

- So you're here to yell at me some more?

- No.

I don't really want to spend the rest of my life

being scared of getting killed by a toy.

Since no one else will believe me,

I'm stuck with you.

So what do we do?

- I say we go back to your house,

see if he's still there.

- Fine.

It's not like my parents will realize I'm gone anyway.

God, I need a shower.

- Wait.

- Ready?

- What's it called again?

- Bronchoscopy.

They stick a little camera down your throat,

take a look at your lungs.

- It's okay, Jun-Jun. You're not gonna feel anything.

- I know.

- Junior, you like cross-country, right?

- What?

- You're not just doing it 'cause I want you to?

- No. No.

- 'Cause I wouldn't want that.

You gotta do it 'cause you love it.

I wanna hear it.

- I love cross-country.

- Attaboy. This is just a little setback.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get you back in there, okay?

I promise.

- Okey dokey.

This shouldn't take very long.

If you don't mind waiting outside,

I'll let you know when we're done, okay?

- Okay. Thank you, Doctor.

You'll be okay.

- We'll be right outside, okay, buddy?

- All right, Junior,

I'm just gonna have you open up your mouth.

This is gonna numb your throat.

- Okay.

- Perfect.

- All right, you're gonna feel funny

in a few seconds, okay, Junior?

- Okay.

- You're okay.

- We got the beat

We got the beat

- "After the brutal murder of his parents

"at the hands of an unknown assailant,

Charles Lee Ray was placed in a boys' home in South Jersey."

- "The boys on the island vary, of course,

"in numbers according as they get killed and so on.

"And as they seem to be growing up,

"which is against the rules,

Peter thins them out."

- You are so good with kids, Charles.

How's the story, boys?

- Fucking fantastic.

- Language, young man.

Where did you learn that?

Well, I don't want to hear it again, understood?

- Hey, Miss Janie.

- Watch out!

You little brat.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Sorry.

Hey!

This is my only pair.

Sorry.

- "Charles Lee Ray spent a few relatively quiet years

"in the boys' home

"until another violent incident

changed the trajectory of his life."

- Is everyone ready? all: Yeah!

- Weapons, sound and true? all: Yeah!

- Wait, wait, wait. Don't you need a sword?

- Don't worry. I've got it covered.

Come on, boys, let's get that scoundrel, Captain Hook.

Onward to Neverland!

- Uh, are we there yet?

- Come on. Can we stop, man?

We're tired.

- We're close now.

Look.

There.

Come. Our adventure is at hand.

all: Yeah!

Who's that?

- It's Captain Hook. We got him.

You got guts, kid.

- Shit.

- Oh, my God.

Zoloft?

- Effexor.

- Anxiety or depression?

- Both.

You okay?

- Seriously?

Okay, the last place I saw him was up in my room.

- All right. Let's go.

- What are you waiting for?

- I don't know where your room is.

- I'll give you directions. Just go.

- All right.

- Go! - Shit.

- Jake.

- What?

- Just be careful.

- Okay.

You okay?

- Stop asking me that.

- I'm just trying to be nice. - But you're not nice, Jake.

All of this happened because of you.

You happy now?

- I'm not happy.

I can't remember the last time I was.

- Me neither.

Shit!

- Come on.

- Did you really want me to die?

Did it really get that bad?

- Yeah, it did.

- Why didn't you just say something?

- Because I didn't think it would make a difference.

- But I'm not a mind reader.

How was I supposed to know how upset you were?

- Well, usually when you treat people like shit,

they get upset.

- But you didn't just get upset.

You wanted to kill me.

- I didn't know what else to do, all right?

- So you went straight to murder?

- You dressed up as my dead dad in front of everyone.

- I know, but still, there's gotta be something

really wrong with you to want to kill someone--

- But I didn't want to kill somebody, all right?

I wanted to kill you. - Jake.

- Because you're a bad person.

You treat everyone around you like they're nothing

and you just expect them to take it.

- Stop it! - I wanted you to die

but not because there's something wrong with me.

It's because you fucking deserved it!

- Lexy!

Jake.

- Chucky?

- It's the easiest thing in the world, Jake.

Just let go.

This ain't a coincidence, Jake.

This is a crossroads.

This is life giving you a second chance

to be the man you know you wanna be.

Not the scared little pussy she tried to make you.

- Jake!

- Just let go.

The world's gonna be better off without her.

Just one less little vicious Karen on training wheels.

- Please. Please.

- Let go.

Then you could go break the news to Junior,

and everybody will get to see him cry.

You can do it, Jake.

Just let go.

- Jake! Jake, please!

- No, I'm not like you, Chucky.

I'm not a killer.

- You're pathetic, Jake!

I'll do it myself, then.

- Please.

- Police.

This is Detective Peyton.

Anyone here?

- We're up here.

- You're not allowed in here.

- I live here. - Not now, you don't.

It's gonna take weeks to clean this mess up.

What in the--

Is this your sister's doll?

Your dad asked me to bring it back for her.

Ugly fucking doll, if you ask me.

- No, don't! - No!

- He will fuck you up. - Let's go, you two.

- No! - No, don't!

- Shit.

- Look, please, I promise you. You do not want to do this.

- Shut up!

- Wait, wait. No. - No, no.

- Just wait here. - Hey.

No!

- Wait.

- Hey!

- Stop! - Hey!

- Let us out.

Let us out! - Hey!

Thank you.

- Not so fast.

I need a word, in private.

- Go get him.

- Thanks for not letting go.

- Let's go.

- Our little secret, okay?

- Excuse me. Hi.

Has anyone been in here in the last two minutes?

I don't know, maybe brought a doll for my sister?

- No, I haven't seen anyone.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Lexy.

Don't do that.

- Hey, have you seen Jake?

- Your mom's got him.

- Shit. Okay.

- Wait. Hold on. What's up?

- I need to talk to him.

I found out some stuff about his doll.

- His doll? What is it?

- It'll sound crazy. - Devon, just tell me.

- Come back to my room. We can talk there.

- Okay.

Oh, God.

I can't move.

- That's because I hit your spinal cord.

You might feel a little prick.

- Sorry, asshole,

but I just couldn't take it for one more second.

From the minute I first saw you, you know,

I couldn't stand your fucking face.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just projecting.

Time for another cocktail.

Let's make it a double.

God, I love hospitals.

- Where could he be?

- What? - Shh.

It's a gift.

Promise me that you won't tell a soul.

- I cross my heart and hope to die.

- What are you doing up?

Andy Caputo, go to sleep.

- Charles Lee Ray, the famous serial killer from Hackensack.

- Who?

- Wow. Do you read anything other than "Teen Vogue"?

Well, anyways, Charles Lee Ray was a serial killer

who died in the '80s.

I mean, He terrorized Chicago for years. Prolific.

They call him the Lakeshore Strangler,

but he never really strangled anyone.

I mean, he was more of, like, a mangler or a butcher--

- Devon, the point.

- Fine.

Do you know the website Urban Fact or Fiction?

- Do I look like a nerd?

- Well, there's this urban legend about Charles Lee Ray.

It's crazy, but who knows? Maybe not.

It's about a Good Guy doll.

- Like Chucky. - Exactly.

You see, Charles Lee Ray was shot and killed

in a toy store in Chicago,

but supposedly, right before he died,

he transferred his soul to a Good Guy doll,

and that doll is still out there killing, supposedly.

- It's not a legend.

You have to believe me. Chucky is alive.

- Come on. - No, no.

I know it sounds crazy, but...

it's not just alive.

He is trying to kill us.

- You see my problem?

You don't even have an alibi.

I'm sorry. This must be very hard.

I just have a few more questions.

- And then we'll be done?

- Yeah.

Tell me about Oliver.

I heard there were some problems

at his Halloween party.

Was he bullying you?

- No.

- Do you know how serious this is, Jake?

I can actually help you,

but only once you start telling the truth.

So tell me, Jake.

What do you know about Oliver's death?

- I don't know.

But it's not what you think.

- Well, tell me what I should think.

And what about your father?

Was he hitting you?

- I--I don't understand what you're trying to ask.

- Did you need your dad to just stop hitting you

and you didn't know what else to do?

And Oliver, did you need him to just stop bullying you?

- I didn't do anything. I swear.

- Then who did?

Because for some reason, all roads lead back to you.

Or more precisely, to your doll.

- My doll? - Chucky.

He's been at multiple crime scenes now.

Do you know why that might be? - I said I didn't do anything.

- Then who did it? Tell me, Jake.

Tell me, and this can all be over.

- It...

It was...

It--it was...

It--

- Code White.

Resuscitation teams and defib, priority one.

- Hey!

- Caroline. Hey. - Oh, my God!

- We need help in here!

- Please take a step back so we can help your daughter.

- Oh, my God. Please hurry.

- Oh, my God.

- Tell us what's happening. - Please hurry!

- Why isn't there a signal? - Oh, my God.

- It's okay. It's okay. - Help her!

- What's going on? - Tell us what's happening.

- Please hurry.

- Just let the doctors do their job.

That's the best thing you can do for your sister right now.

- Doctor!

- Oh, my God!