All language subtitles for chucky.s02e06.1080p.web.h264-glhf_Track03

- [grunts]
[bell tolls]

- You saved us back there.
You’re basically my hero.

- You’re responsible for
killing Jake’s whole family.

But for some reason, he doesn’t
seem to care about any of that.

- That wasn’t his fault.

Look, I know you’re good.

- What if there’s still
the evil inside me too?

- Look, I have an idea.
We’re gonna need some help.

- I have one last
birthday present for you.

- What about Glenda?
- It’s for them too.

- Meg, look out!
- [screams]

[both screaming]

- I baptize you in the name

of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.
- You’re clean now.

No more evil.

- Sister Ruth,
get rid of that abomination.

- Yes, Father.

[eerie music]

- Holy shit.
- Oh, my God.

- Andy.

[banging]

- What the name of heaven?

[screams]

[dramatic music]

- Does that guy
look familiar?

Andy.

Get him!

[tires squeal]

- This is for Kyle!

♪ ♪

[all screaming]

[explosion booms]

♪ ♪

[Chuckys grunting]

- [growls]

♪ ♪

All right, move him out.

- Let’s go, loser!

[both grunting]

- Bye, Andy.

[explosion]

[Chuckys screaming[

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Another pound of flesh.

- [muffled whimpering]

- Don’t mind if I do.

- What happens
when there’s nothing left?

- Then I will cut deeper.

- [muffled whimpering]

[muffled groaning]

- They’ve been torturing him
for a year.

- Tiffany has let
Chucky Prime escape.

They’re on their way here now.

- "Chucky Prime"?

That’s absurd.

- [whimpering]

- He was the first.

- [gasps]

- Then he got sloppy.

First, he gets trapped
inside of Nica Pierce.

Then he lets Tiffany
chew him up and spit him out.

There’s nothing prime
about him.

He’s low-grade meat.

All fat.

Sorry, Andy.

That’s a rather tender subject
for you, isn’t it?

- [groaning]

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

- So what happened to Tiffany?

- Your infatuation with that
woman has always mystified me.

- I am merely infatuated

with the thought

of her demise.

- That lady always
freaked me out.

- What about my men?
- Seriously.

My mom should get
her money back

for all those therapy sessions.

- Your brawny assassin is dead,

and the scout is
unaccounted for.

- And those kids
are still breathing.

- Let me do it.

Let me kill them for you.

- No.

I won’t deny myself
that pleasure any longer.

Life’s too short.

- But Christ said

that to deny oneself
is the beginning of life.

Don’t you see, Charlie?

All your self-indulgence
has been so risky.

Every dead Chucky
brings you one step closer

to extinction.

- I don’t have
to answer to you.

I’m not
eight-year-old Charlie anymore,

and you’re no longer
my therapist.

They were weak.

I was strong.

I am all the Chucky

anybody ever needs.

Now take me to the school

and let me finish this.

♪ ♪

- What about Andy?

- [slurps]

Let’s save him for dessert.

♪ ♪

We’ll be back soon, Andy.

If you get hungry
while we’re gone,

may I recommend your leg?

It’s delicious.

[door clicks]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Andy.

It’s Devon and Lexy.

We’re gonna untie you now.

Okay?

♪ ♪

[dramatic musical sting]

- Hey, hey,
we’re just trying to help.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]
- Hey, hey, hey!

- It’s me, Devon.

Don’t you remember?

We met in Hackensack.

- [grunting]

- Hey.

Hey.

At Charles Lee Ray’s house...

before it blew up.

- Kyle?

- Yeah.

- [crying]

- Hey, we’re gonna get you
out of here, okay?

- We’re gonna take you
to a safe place.

A different place.
With a shower.

- [panting]

Where is he?

- Chucky’s gone.

Mixter’s taking him
back to the school.

Hey.

- Take me there.

[playful spooky music]

♪ ♪

[bell tolling]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Communion wafers aren’t
actually for snacking.

- Careful, or you’ll wind up
like Father O’Malley--

in the confessional.

- Forgive me, Lord,
for questioning your works.

But why did you send
Father O’Malley to his maker?

- I needed to get in
a quick workout.

♪ ♪

Is your hair different?

- Do you like it?

- You know,
you should be a blonde.

♪ ♪

[shoes squeaking]

[sighs]

- I humble myself before you.

[plastic squeaking]]

- [chuckles]
You sure do.

- Anything you wish,
simply ask,

and it shall be done.

- I like your style,
"Sister Act."

- Sister Ruth.

- Uh-huh.

[car door thuds]
[car alarm beeps]

♪ ♪

Oh, shit.

The Colonel’s here.

- You told me

that that Neanderthal was dead.

- He was.

But Charlie, you do have
a talent for resurrection.

- Traitors.
- Hi!

- Add them both to my list.

- Please, remember you have
to make the kids’ deaths

look like accidents
or suicides.

- I can work with that.

♪ ♪

[students whispering]

- [whispering]
Where’d they go?

Devon didn’t come back
to the room last night.

- Lexy didn’t either.

Maybe they got in trouble
with Father Bryce?

His punishments can be
draconian at times.

[tense organ music]

- As servants of the Lord,
we abide by the law of God.

As members of society,
we abide by the law of man.

And as students of this school,

we abide by the rules
of Incarnate Lord.

Now, recently,
several students think

those rules are
just a suggestion.

They are not.

Those rules are in place
to protect us,

and if they are flouted,

they put each and every
single one of us in jeopardy.

Now, as you know,
one of the cardinal rules here

is that no student leaves
campus without permission.

- Do you think they took off?

- I hope not.

That’s where
the draconian measures come in.

♪ ♪

- This rule has been broken.

I have no choice but to lock
the entire school down.

No extracurricular activities,
no field trips,

no outdoor privileges.

Every student
will remain in their room

until further notice.

Lockdown begins now.

[students murmuring]

Now!

[students murmuring]

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- You’re not going
to get away with this.

- What?
- Trevor wouldn’t run away.

He’s not that stupid.

Your psycho friends have him
somewhere, don’t they?

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

- What have you done to Trevor,
you fucking freak?

- One more word out of you,
Ms. Del Gado,

I’ll have no choice
but to recommend

a transfer to juvie,

where you belong.

Now go to your room.

[tense music]

- Where’d you get that?

- That’s none of your business,
Mr. Wheeler.

- Mr. Wheeler,

get upstairs now.

- You know, don’t you?

You know what he is.

- I said "now."

♪ ♪

Dr. Mixter, I don’t know
if bringing those kids here

was the best idea you ever had.

- Trust me. It was.

You’ll see.

♪ ♪

- Where did you get that?

I told Sister Ruth to throw
that abomination away.

- I find it’s a value
in my sessions.

I use it to symbolize
my patients’ trauma.

- Okay.

But what happened to his hair?

- [whispering]
I can’t share that with you.

Doctor-patient privilege.

- It doesn’t scare
the children?

- Only those who already have
evil in their hearts.

If you will excuse me.

♪ ♪

- Father, please.
Think about what you’re doing.

This isn’t a prison.
Is this even legal?

- The state of New Jersey
and the Archdiocese of Camden

have granted me full authority
to discipline these kids

as I see fit.

- What do you think
that will accomplish?

- As it clearly states
in Proverbs,

"Whoever spares the rod
hates their children.

"But the one
that loves their children

are careful
to discipline them."

- You’re saying
I hate these children?

That’s insulting and absurd.

- I’m simply quoting scripture,
Sister.

- There’s nothing simple
about it.

[door creaks]

[reverent choral music]

♪ ♪

- Welcome back.

- Who is this?

- He’s the reason we came back.

- You taught us
about Christian charity.

And when we met him,
I thought to myself,

"What would
Sister Catherine do?"

It was clear
what we needed to do next.

- I hope I’m not
getting them in trouble.

They’ve been very kind to me.

- How can we help you, sir?

- Well, this last year’s
been really rough.

Just when I’d given up hope,
these two angels found me.

They told me about your church.

They were sure you’d show me
some kindness.

I could really use
a shower and a hot meal.

- And a toothbrush.

- I won’t be any trouble.

I promise.

- They did the right thing.

The church is always here
for people in need.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Sister,
we don’t know this man.

The school is on lockdown,

and I find it
wholly inappropriate

to bring a stranger,
right now, into our midst.

- "Contribute to the needs
of God’s people,

and welcome strangers
into your home."

Romans 12:13.

Or does the word of God
only count

when it’s coming
from your mouth, Father?

- I don’t think that applies
to these circumstances.

- Why not?

Isn’t it commanded
in the Bible?

What’s your name, sir?

- It’s Andy.

- Come with me, Andy.
Let’s get you cleaned up.

- Thank you, Sister.

- I would like to see him
in my office after.

- Will do.
- Thank you, Sister.

Upstairs.

I’ll be there in a minute
to lock you in.

No detours, no shenanigans.
You understand?

- Got it.

- Shenanigan-free.

♪ ♪

[lock clicks]

- No detours, no shenanigans.

- Perfect example
of the idiot patriarchy.

- Look who’s back.

You know leaving campus
violates your court order.

I could have you thrown
out of here if I wanted to.

But that’s not what I want,

nor what he wants.

He wants you here

where he can get you.

[suspenseful music]

- So how does it feel

being a red-headed doll’s
little bitch?

- Word of advice:

do not mention hair
to the Colonel.

♪ ♪

- You’re gonna pay
for what you did to Andy.

- Who would believe you?

He’s going to kill

each and every one of you,

and I am absolutely
going to watch.

♪ ♪

- [screams]

[intense music]

[screaming]

- [gasps]

[panting]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[text whooshes]

[phone dinging]

[indistinct news broadcast]

- Is that really necessary?

- Well, he’s still inside her,
and you’re still his kid.

So yeah, it’s necessary.

Now can you tell us what’s
gonna happen when we get there?

- Chucky just said
there will be somebody there

who will help set us both free.

- And we’re just supposed
to take his word for it?

- He wants out
as much as I want him out.

Trust me.

- How do you talk to him
in there?

- It’s kind of hard to explain.

- Does he ever mention Andy?

- You think he’s still alive?
- I know he is.

They never found his body.

That’s why I went to LA
in the first place.

I thought maybe
your maniac mother took him.

- [scoffs]

- I really hope you find him.

- Thank you.

- They really have taken
almost everything from us,

haven’t they?

♪ ♪

- Almost.

Listen, I really hate
to ask this of you,

but, um...

- What?

You wanna talk to him,
don’t you?

- Sorry.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

[exhales]

- You ready?

- No, but do it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[chuckles]
Glenda.

Oh, you’re still alive?

- Surprise, fucker.

- But the whole house exploded.

You’re telling me not one
person died in that explosion?

- Just shut up and listen.
- [laughing]

- We’re gonna be
in Jersey tonight,

and I’ll help you and Nica
go your separate ways,

but you have to tell me
where Andy is!

- Oh, Andy Barclay?

I killed him.

He cried like a little bitch
when I cut out his tongue,

like this.

[mimics retching]

[cackling]

- Bullshit.

- Shitface, I’m sick of looking
at this bitch already.

Kill her for me, will ya?

- She has the gun.

- Oh, there you go, Shitface.

[suspenseful music]

Do it.

Glenda, do it.

Glenda!

- Turn him back.

- What,
are you fucking kidding me?

It’s not like
you haven’t done it before!

- Would you turn him back?

- Glenda--

- [groaning]

Does it have to be that hard?

- Los Angeles
for some breaking news.

- Authorities
continue their search

for actress Jennifer Tilly,

wanted for questioning--
- Holy shit.

- In connection
with multiple homicides

at her Beverly Hills home,
which was destroyed by fire

just days ago.

Reportedly, among the deceased

are beloved character actors
Joe Pantoliano

and Meg Tilly,
the Oscar-nominated sister

of Jennifer,
herself an Oscar nominee.

Tilly’s two children are
also wanted for questioning.

A manhunt is underway.

Next up in sports.

- With the big football game
on--

- Looks like
we’re both fugitives now.

[fly buzzing]

- So they were eating him?

- Yep.

Something I never get to unsee.

- Jesus.

Man, I can’t believe you
and Lexy just went out there.

You know, alone at night.

- And now we have this Colonel
asshole to deal with.

He’s bad, Jake.

Maybe the worst we’ve seen yet.

- I mean, we’ve taken care
of Chuckys before,

but now we have Mixter
to deal with.

You know, and she could
just call us in for therapy

whenever she wants.

- [sighs]

It’s dark.

Super, super dark.

[eerie music]

- Then maybe we need
to get light.

- [sighs] Jake, if this is some

"light of the Lord"
post-baptism shit you’re on,

I’m really not in the mood.

- Wait, no, I mean,
like, light,

like, as in nimble.

You know, agile.

Ready for anything.

You know, whatever battle
this Colonel has brewing,

we need to have it
on our own terms.

- And what terms
would those be?

- Home court advantage.

- I’m sorry.

You’re referring
to this horror show as home?

- Well, I mean,
this room is our turf.

You know, we can control
what happens here.

- Have Chucky come to us.

When have I heard that before?

- [sighs]
Well, I mean,

not just come to us.

No, to all of us.

Look, all of us
in one room, ready.

Look, you, me, Lexy, Nadine,
and Good Chucky.

[fly buzzing]

- You really, really, really

want this Good Chucky thing
to work out.

- Well, I mean, it already has
worked for us, Devon.

I mean, you saw what he did
to that other Chucky.

- He is good at killing
other Chuckys.

- Hey, you know...

It was brave.

You know,
what you and Lexy did.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[fly buzzing]

- Hmm?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[fly squishes]

[Just Mustard’s "Seven"]

[dark rock music]

♪ ♪

- You didn’t throw up.

- The night is young.

- ♪ Bless me ♪

- [breathing heavily]

- ♪ There’s a ghost again ♪

♪ In the shed ♪
- [groans]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I can’t see ♪

♪ This make-believe ♪

- [breathing heavily]

- ♪ Does my head in ♪

[water pouring]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Come in.

[door creaks]
- It’s me.

It’s Sister Ruth.

- What is it?

- Father, as you know,
I am and have always been

His most humble servant.

- I don’t have time
to give out gold stars

for His most humble servant
right now, Sister.

- This is not piety.

This is--

well, I believe
this is a miracle.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

He has risen.

♪ ♪

- Did you get that
from Dr. Mixter?

- What?

No.

- So many dolls, Sister.

I told you to throw
this monstrosity out yesterday,

but here it is.

Same doll, sitting on my desk,

reeking of garbage.
- I did.

Father, I did throw him out.

- It.

- Yes,
I threw it in the trash can

as you instructed me to,
but then when I returned,

he was--sorry, it.

Well, I found it, and--

- Spit it out.

He is our Lord and Savior.

♪ ♪

- Let us pray, Sister,

so that this--this frenzy,

this--this fever
that has overtaken you

shall pass from you

to me...

With the strength
of the prayer.

And then it,

with our Lord’s blessing,

it shall be gone.

- Our Lord
is sitting right there.

It is no fever.

- This school is on lockdown.

That means everybody
is confined to their room,

including you.

Doubly so
in the light of this heresy.

- Stop dismissing me!

This is real.
He has risen!

- Sister, go to your room.

- Yes, Father Bryce.

Right away.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Nice seeing you
out and about, baldy.

What’s the occasion, wig sale?

[cackles]

[munches]

- Stand down, soldier.

You think that because
you put on a little muscle,

you can defy me?

- That’s exactly what I think.

- Be careful.

Thinking isn’t
your strong suit.

- Huh.

All right, cue ball.

Time to get this over with.

[crunches]

- Correction, soldier.
It’s already over.

- [choking]

- Arsenic.
Special family recipe.

- [sniffs]

- Mind over muscle every time.

- [choking]

- General George S. Patton
said,

"It is foolish"...
- [choking]

- "To mourn those
who have died.

"Rather, we should thank God

that such men existed."

- [choking]

- So thank you, God, because...

[laughing] That was
the fucking funniest thing

I’ve seen all year.

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

- Ow.

- Impressive.

- Please, I didn’t do shit.

Nadine practically carried me
the whole way up.

- Krav Maga really is
a total body workout.

- Glad you guys could make it.

- So what’s the latest intel?

- According to Andy,

the Colonel’s
the last doll standing.

Well,
the last evil one, anyway.

- Well, that’s kind of
good news, right?

Weren’t there
a lot of bad Chuckys?

- There were, out in the woods.

- But...
- The Colonel went apeshit.

I mean, he killed
all the other Chuckys,

his own men.

He’s vicious,
and now he’s gonna come for us.

♪ ♪

- Wait. Hey, Lexy, Lexy.

What are you doing?

- Move, please.

- It’s five against two.

- I’m not following.

- Six, actually. Andy’s coming.

- Yeah,
he seemed super reliable.

- Don’t you want this
to be over?

- Yes, Jake,

I very much want this
to be over,

which is why I wanna barricade
the fucking door.

- This is how we win.

Look,
when he comes through the door,

we’ll be here,

and we’ll be more ready
than we’ve ever been.

♪ ♪

Hey, do you have the stuff?

- Boy, do I ever.

♪ ♪

Okay.

We can stab,

poison,

bludgeon,

concuss,

and, for my sweet baby boy,

we’ve got good old-fashioned
hand-to-hand combat,

so you can be just like me.

- Oh, wow.

- This is insane.

- Nadine, we’re not babysitting
here, you know?

- [sighs]
- Sure we are.

Good Chucky is the baby,
and you and Jake are the dads.

- I think I’m gonna throw up.

- What, do you not
wanna have kids?

- Lexy,
you look a little nervous.

- I just don’t think
we’re responsible...

- Want something
to help with that?

- And besides, we’re, like, 16.

[suspenseful music]

- Not now.
Like, in the future.

[coins rattling]

- Well, if you ask me,

I think you guys are gonna be
great dads.

- Thanks.

[knife scraping]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

[distorted trumpet music]

♪ ♪

- Give me liberty,

or give me death.

♪ ♪

Remember the Alamo!

♪ ♪

Khan...

- Who’s Khan?

- [breathing heavily]

[grunting]

- The horror.

[groaning]

The horror...

[dark psychedelic rock music]

♪ ♪

[echoing]
The horror...

♪ ♪

The horror...

♪ ♪

The horror...

♪ ♪

- You should’ve cut deeper.

- [wheezes]

- [gasps]

Hey, don’t I know you
from somewhere?

- What the fuck is this?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [whimpering]

♪ ♪

[shoe squeaks]

♪ ♪

I will avenge thee,

my Lord.

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

[phone vibrating]

- Hello, Charlie.

- We’ll be there by midnight.

- You need to hurry.

There is only
one good guy doll left.

- Yeah, yeah, Doc.

♪ ♪

Pick up the pace, kid.
We got places to be.

- Righty-o, daddy-o.

[engine revs]

- [cackles]

You know, I’m flattered, Kyle,

but you’re not really
my type anymore, you know?

Also, what the fuck
did you do to your hair?

- Okay, I refuse to ride
another second with him.

- [cackling]

Ow!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Hey.
- Jake, let him go.

- Look, I know
what this looks like.

But he’s different, Andy.
He saved our lives.

He’s good.

- They all need to die.

There’s no such thing
as a good Chucky.

[both grunt]

- Ow!
[gun cocks]

- For once, Mr. Barclay,
I agree with you.

♪ ♪

[door slams]
- Let us out!

- Who are you?
Where are you taking me?

Jake needs me.
[pounding on door]

- Snap out of it, Charlie.

- My name is Good Chucky,
I’ll have you know.

- And that is the problem.

When I first met you,
when you were seven,

there was a stream
of innocence in you,

despite your more
interesting qualities.

A naivete that wasn’t
surprising in a child,

but frankly, as your therapist,
I found it boring.

I did my best
to stamp it out of you.

What those children have
done to you, I don’t know,

but sadly--oh, Charlie,

I think it’s hopeless.

- What do you mean?
- Let us out, you bitch!

- You’re going to have
to leave this body, Charlie,

to make way
for a better part of you,

the best part.

- Leave my body?

Where will I go?

- I’m a psychiatrist,
not a theologian.

That’s a question for Father...

Bryce!

- Help! I’m being kidnapped!

- Not only do I collect dolls,

I dabble
in ventriloquism as well.

[chuckles]
- She’s crazy!

Please help me!

- That’s incredible.

- How many of those things
are there?

- What do you mean?
- [grunting]

- I’m starting to think this
weird obsession with dolls

is contagious, ’cause I had

the most bizarre encounter
with Sister Ruth--

[gunshot fires]

♪ ♪

Okay.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[grunts]
- Andy!

♪ ♪

- Help!
She’s trying to kill me!

- Good Chucky, wait!

- Nadine, no!

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

Nice try, Mr. Barclay.

- Good Chucky, wait!

- Nadine, no!

Nadine, open the door!

[door knob rattling]
Nadine, open--

Nadine!
- Hey!

- Sister Catherine,
did you see that?

- Yes.
- Nadine, open the door!

- Nadine, come on,
open the door!

- Where are you right now,
psychically?

- Nadine, please open the door!

- I think we should
call the police.

- No.

We need to call the Vatican.

- Father Bryce,
what an interesting idea.

♪ ♪

- Good Chucky?

Don’t be afraid.
It’s me. I’m here.

- I don’t deserve you.

I don’t deserve any of you.

I’m bad.

- No, you’re not bad.

You’ve been baptized
in the Lord.

It’s okay.

Your godmother is here
to protect you now.

- My fairy godmother?

- That’s right.

- [grunts]

Nadine, wait!

- Hey.

Do you know
what fairies like to do?

- What?

- Nadine!

♪ ♪

- [screams]

- Nadine!
[gasping]

- They like to fly.

- [screaming]

[bell tolls]

- Nadine!

[crying]
No!

No!

- [snickering]

Defenestration.

It’s always been
my favorite MO.

[snickers]

♪ ♪

Jake?

What have I done?

- [sobbing]

[somber choral music]

♪ ♪

[bell tolls]

♪ ♪