All language subtitles for Chucky.S03E06_[English] (SUBRIP)

Previously on "Chucky"...

I've seen Joseph.

Charlotte, it was him.

James is losing his mind.

I am not protecting my family.

I am destroying them.

What we're dealing with
is something... supernatural.

Charles is dying.

Chucky's died before, a lot.

Charles' soul is tainted
with Christian magic.

He mentioned something
about a botched exorcism.

Ah. That was you guys.

There's so many things
I still want to do,

especially with you.

Do you ever feel like--

like nothing even matters
anymore?

Pull yourself together.

You're Chucky.

You're at the fucking
White House.

I say, go out
in a blaze of glory,

and take as many as you can
with you on the way out.

Joseph.

What can I do
to make you feel better?

I don't want you to die again.

You can't die again, please.

Everyone dies, kid.

Some of us more than once.

But I realize now

the point is
to make a difference

while we're here,

to leave a mark,

to do something so big,
so unprecedented,

so goddamn beautiful

that whoever's left
when the dust settles

will always remember
one name...

Chucky.

Who's Chucky?

Oh, you'll find out
soon enough.

Why?
What's going to happen?

Well, now we're gonna play
a new game.

It could get a little hairy,

but whatever happens
from here on out, kid,

don't ever let me go.

I'll never let you go
again, Joseph.

You really shouldn't smoke.

That stuff will kill you.

A ghost ripped
my husband's face apart.

I know, and I am going
to deal with it.

I have some things
I need to attend to first.

- Pryce?
- Hmm?

Pryce?

Who the fuck is Chucky?

This is King Arthur.

Please send a chariot
to come pick him up.

Now.

Oh, and one more thing.
- Sir.

Get me intel
on any POTUS associate

who goes by the name of Chucky.

Copy.

What are you two doing here?
- Dresser.

What are you--
what are you--

It's not White House furniture.

That's personal.

They belonged to my son.

Please, keep your voice down.

No. No.

No, no, no, no.

No, you are not going to deal

with my husband's body
like that.

Where's Pryce?

He said for you
to wait in here.

What?

Why?
- Ma'am--

No, don't touch me.

Ma'am?

Coop. Coop.

I need to get out of here.

You have to be strong, ma'am,
for your boys.

I can't.

For the country.

I can't.
I can't.

Now's not the time, ma'am.

You have to trust me.

I'll try.

Wait, what--

Coop, Coop, what--

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm heartbroken.

He was a--
- Let me go!

He was an incredible man.

Has the eagle been relocated?

- Don't call him that!
- Shh.

Don't shush me!

I apologize, ma'am,
but we can't wake your boys.

The boys.

Wake up. Wake up.

Grant, wake up.
- What are you doing, Mom?

I need you to pack for just,
uh--just a couple of days.

We are leaving tonight.
- What are you talking about?

You'll need your parka.
We are going to Chicago.

What is going on?
Where's Dad?

Your father is gonna
stay here.

We are just going
to Aunt Vida's

for a couple of days, OK?

- Are you and Dad--
- No, everything's fine.

- I love Aunt Vida's.
- Henry.

Can I pack my own bag?

- Yes, of course, sweetie.
- Mom.

Ma'am.

Who the hell is that?

Mr. Pryce is one
of your father's advisors.

Everything OK, ma'am?

Yes.

We are going to Chicago
to see my sister.

Mrs. Collins,

with all due respect, grief,
and utter candor,

what happened tonight
in this house

is bigger than you.

It's bigger than your family.

It's bigger than me.

It's bigger
than any single life

or collection of lives
that ever existed.

If this gets out, the world
as we know and love it is over.

So you're not going anywhere.

Your sons aren't
going anywhere.

And I most certainly
am not going anywhere.

So it is time for us
to get on the same page.

Do you understand me?

Where the hell
have you two been?

Great.

While you two were busy...

consummating
your relationship--

congratulations, by the way--

I was here,
trying to get us back

in the good graces of Grant
so we can find my sister

and kill Chucky.

Oh, he's already dying.

Cool.

So if he dies while we
sit around and do nothing,

then we will never
find Caroline.

I guess
that didn't occur to you

while you were busy
consummating your relationship.

Sorry.

Also, he dies all the time.

That doesn't stop him.

He's dying for good
this time.

We all want to find Caroline.

We're sorry.

So what's up with Grant?

The First Son invited us
for dinner and a movie.

Well, that's--that's great.

Uh, when?

Tonight.

A car will pick us up
in... eight hours.

Does that give you two
enough time

to get your heads in the game?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Now, fill me in on this whole

"Chucky dying for real forever"
thing.

And Jake, you can tell me
about the sex later.

That's some pretty
advanced stuff you did

with Joseph's makeup there.

Where'd you learn
how to do that?

Is it someone I should be
blasting on TikTok?

Hey, I mean,
that could be a fun thing

for us to do together.

Or not.

Is Dad working early?

Yes, he's very busy.

Your father loves you both
very much.

What was all that about
last night,

saying we needed to pack up
and stuff?

I was upset.

I overreacted.

Overreacted about what?

Is it something to do with Dad?

Mommy, did--
did you see something?

No, sweetheart.

Sometimes grown-ups
have nightmares too.

That's all.

Ma'am, Mr. Pryce would like
to see you in your office.

I'm told it's quite urgent.

If you need anything--
medicine, bodywork,

anything at all,
we can arrange that.

You just tell me.

What I need is to be able
to take my family--

what's left of my family
somewhere safe,

as far away
from this White House

as is humanly possible.

But you are forcing me

to keep them here,
at risk of death,

after a ghost murdered
my husband.

But please, tell me again
how acupuncture might help me.

Mrs. Collins,
whether you like it or not,

you are more than complicit
in covering up these murders.

I'm sorry if that assault
on your conscience

is too much for you to take,
but it's the truth.

You chose to marry a man

who became the President
of the United States.

That man is gone.

But your duty
to the American people--

Stop with the condescending,
patriotic bullshit

about what I owe
the American people.

Buyer's remorse
simply doesn't cut it

in matters
of national security.

There's no exposing
the truth now.

If it comes out
that we knew something,

we'll look negligent,
or worse, complicit.

There's no exposing
the truth now.

If it comes out
that we knew something,

we'll look negligent,
or worse, complicit.

There's no exposing the--

Maybe if you spent less time
cosplaying G. Gordon Liddy

and more time finding out
about this Chucky,

we wouldn't be
in this situation at all.

Ma'am, I'm on it.

We're calling in the experts.

Oh, goody.

Experts of what, exactly?

Some Watergate-era
Ghostbusters?

There are divisions
of this government

you know nothing about.
- Oh.

You think
this is the first time

we've ever experienced

something unusual
in this place?

I want a name.

What is the name
of the expert you called?

Dr. Carol Lindstrom,
our expert in the paranormal

from Duke University,
is on her way here

at this very moment.

There's someone else
you need to meet first.

Mrs. Collins,
I'd like you to meet

the president's double,
Randall Jenkins.

Ma'am.

I'm sorry.

It is a pleasure to meet you,

and I hope I'm not too forward
when I say

I hope I can be a port
in your storm.

That's it. That's all.

As you are both aware,
when a president dies

due to a private,
unforeseen event,

it is the duty
of the administration

to contrive a narrative
that is more readily accepted

by the public.

That is, to prevent
political instability

in other branches of government
as well as to maintain

the faith and trust

in our highest
democratic institution.

The truth is,

presidential doubles
are sometimes used,

in appropriate circumstances,
of course.

Unfortunately, this is
one such circumstance, ma'am.

Enshrined in the oath of office
your husband--

You think my kids can't
tell an impersonator

from their own father?
- Enshrined in the oath

of office your husband took was

to faithfully execute
the office

of the President
of the United States.

Like every president
who came before him,

he was aware
of the possibility,

and he agreed to it,
if ever it became necessary.

Now, of course,
we will protect your children

from James's death
for as long as we can.

Ah, just who I wanted to see.

As I was saying, Mr. President,
as tumultuous

as these last few weeks
have been--

and you haven't been feeling
your best lately--we felt--

That your schedule should be
adjusted for the next few days

to give you some more downtime.

Happy to help, Mr. President.

What about the expert
from Duke?

When will she be here?

Mrs. Collins,
these last few weeks

have been a terrible stress
on you.

Why don't we get you
something to eat?

Hi.

- Hi.
- How are you?

I'm pretty good.
How about you?

What's wrong?

I don't know, I just--

I have a really bad feeling
about this.

Chucky runs on bad feelings.

Hey, we're the heroes, remember?

I'm not gonna let some asshole
take you away from me.

They'll die trying.

OK.

Hey.

Hey, it's them again.
They're back.

Oh, I just love
a good sequel.

Don't you?

So what are we
gonna watch tonight?

You said you had the hookup
for the stuff

that hasn't hit
the theaters yet, right?

Oh, yeah.
Definitely.

We get all the latest.

Cool.

Like what?

Oh, we could watch
the new Marvel.

Oh, really?
Not into action, huh?

How about, like,
a rom-com or horror?

all: No.

Anything but that.

I mean, it's whatever.
You can choose.

Cool.

Hey, come on.

Play something for me.

- Oh, Lexi--
- Come on.

You think
she actually likes him?

Honestly,
I think she kind of does.

Come on, please.

Didn't see that one coming.

Just play something, anything.

- Please?

The Reaper"]

Oh, my God.

Grant.

Hi, Mrs. Collins.

Uh, President. Mrs. President.

Mrs. Collins is fine.

Devon. Jake.

I didn't know
you had company over.

But you said
it was OK, remember?

Sorry.

Of--of--of course.

It must have slipped my mind.

Uh, is Dad home yet?

No, he's probably
working late, sweetie.

Why don't you kids relax,

and we can order something
from the kitchen?

Yeah?

Is he staying for dinner?

Thank you, but no.

I'm much too busy.

Oh, damn.

Maybe next time.

So what's the plan,
Mr. Pryce?

Because now I have four
nosy teenagers running around.

Oh, not to worry, ma'am.
Everything is in motion.

But I will need you
to keep an eye on them

while I get Randall situated.

Situated?

He's coming here?

That's out of the question.

I can't have my children
seeing that man.

Agreed.

Randall will be staying
in the Lincoln bedroom for now.

He knows to be discreet.

I can have guards
stationed outside the door,

just in case.

No, no. No more guards.

As you wish, ma'am.

What do you think
I should tell my boys?

It's only a matter of time
before they figure out

their father's
never coming home.

This has got to be
the best pizza

I've ever had in my life.

Thanks, Mrs. Collins.

You want more?

How about breadsticks,
ravioli, oysters?

They can make
literally anything, right, Mom?

Mom?

I'm sorry, honey.
What's that?

Never mind.

So when's Dad coming home?

Your father isn't feeling
very well.

Um... I hope he feels better.

Well, earlier you said
he was at work.

He was.

But now he's sick?
Since when?

Grant, I'm sure
your friends would rather

talk about something else.

I just want to know,
which is it?

Is he working late
or is he sick?

If he's sick,
why isn't he home?

Where is Henry?

He's just playing
in his room.

Yeah, he's taking care
of his doll.

What's wrong with his doll?

It's dying.

I need a cigarette.

What? Mom.

You don't smoke.

Hey, where the hell
do you think you're going?

I'm dying, so excuse me.

What is all this?

How sick are we saying he is?

Optics, Madam First Lady.

Reporters saw us
dragging in the machines

to the White House.

It's imperative
that the public doesn't ask

too many questions,
so they can fill in the blanks

on their own.

Buys us time.

We good?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Good night, Mrs. Collins.

Try to get some rest.

Mr. Jenkins, don't let
the kids see you in here.

If you need to leave--
and you shouldn't--

avoid the hall
where our rooms are.

They can't see you
under any circumstances.

Do you understand me?

Yes, ma'am.
Of course.

Uh, ma'am?

Yes?

I'm truly sorry about
Mr. Collins, your husband.

When I was a kid,
I was fascinated by politics.

I even wanted
to be president one day.

But I was never good at school.

But I was always good
at, you know,

pretending to be other people.

Look, I know this is unusual--

So? Where is it?

Now, what's my birthday?

Joseph, you were born
on Leap Year, remember?

Is this part of the game?

Yeah.

But we're just getting
to the best part.

Could this night get
any fucking weirder?

Fuck it.

Your family is in danger.

Your brother's doll is alive.

His name is Chucky,
and he's a serial killer.

He murdered
all of our parents,

and he killed all those people
on Halloween.

And who knows
how many others?

On top of that,
he's the only one

who knows where my sister is.

Is that why
you're so obsessed

with my brother and his doll?

'Cause you think it's alive?

So you used me
to get some rare toy?

Honesty, right?

We did use you, and I'm sorry.

But... I also like you, a lot.

And I don't want Chucky
hurting you or your family.

We all know what it's like

to lose someone
to that monster,

so can we please just skip over

that whole teen movie drama
moment where you're mad at me

and find that redheaded freak
before he does any more damage?

We need you.

Grant, I need you.

We know it's a lot
to take in.

But right now,
we need to find Chucky.

He's with my brother.

Mrs. Collins?

Daddy, what are you doing
in here?

Hey, Henry.

I don't think you're supposed
to be in here, bud.

Daddy, are you sick too?

God, look at you.

You don't even look like him.

Joseph, what are you doing?

Stop calling me "Joseph."

My name is fucking Chucky.

And I'm going for the nukes.

Evening, Mr. President.

Hey.

Um...

Henry had a bad dream,

something about ghosts
in the situation room,

so I was just gonna
take him down there

and show him,
you know, no ghosts.

Yes, sir, Mr. President.

Mr. Jenkins, what are you--

James.

I'm so sorry for everything.

Is everything OK,
Mr. President?

Yeah, fine.

All the same,
I should report your position.

Eagle is on the move
with Baby Eagle.

We are headed to--

You know,
I don't even like guns.

Actually,
I was killed with a gun.

Several times.

They're so fucking dangerous.

And they're so impersonal.

But sometimes
you're in a hurry, so...

You do your best.

Sir.

I've just severed his
frontal lobe from his thalamus,

so he's fully aware
when I do this.

Holy shit.

Stay the course.

It's OK.

Coop!

Coop, where are the kids?

Ma'am, do not come down here.
We have a situation.

Do you believe us now?

No.

You will.

I didn't sign up
for this shit.

Now, let's start
World War III.

Good evening, Mr. President.

This is North American
Aerospace Defense Command.

Stand by for step one.

Gold code authentication.

Sir, we're ready.

Alpha 17, delta 823,

sigma 11...

Gamma.

Gold code
authentication granted.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Stand by for step two,
iris verification.

Iris verification granted.

Standing by for step three,
coordinate verification.

My mother never thought
I'd amount to anything.

Course, that might be 'cause
I killed her when I was seven.

But... made it, Ma!

Top of the world!

And what a beautiful world.

I could almost cry.

OK, let's see.

Why don't we start with Moscow,

Pyongyang,

and the 90th parallel north?

Isn't that the North Pole?

There's nobody there.

I want to go to my grave

knowing that every kid lucky
enough to survive Armageddon

will know there's no such thing
as Santa Claus.

What?

Moscow, Pyongyang...

And the 90th parallel north.

Yes, sir.

Refining target coordinates, sir.

- Henry!
- Hey! Hey!

Are you OK?

Where the hell is my sister?

Come on.

Tell me, you delusional,
nuked-up ginger!

Or what?
You'll kill me?

Too late, nimrods.

I'm almost dead.

And guess what.

I've never been happier.

Now I'm gonna share
that special feeling

with the whole wide world.

Make sure you're getting this
in 8K, Devon.

I want everyone to see
how gorgeous I looked

all the way to the end.

The end of civilization.

The end of life as we know it.

By the time I'm through,

I'll have 8 billion victims.

I'll be gone, too,
but I'll forever be known

as the biggest serial killer
in history,

human or otherwise.

Take another step,
Little Caesar.

I'll blow that haircut
right off your stupid head.

Standing by for our
fourth step, Mr. President.

Ready to launch
on your command, sir.

Come on, Mr. President.

Ready to make history?

- What are you doing?
- He's my only way to Caroline!

He's gonna start
World War III!

Henry, Grant, are you OK?

No, no, no! Not yet!

I need more time.

Oh, what a world! What a world!

Mr. President?

Abort.

Abort, motherfucker.

Abort.

I repeat, abort.

Target Moscow, revoked.

Target Pyongyang, revoked.

90th parallel--
- Fuck Santa!

Detonation successful,
Mr. President.

Oh, my God.

Hey, it's OK.

This is officially
an accidental detonation.

It's not over, Lexi.

We're gonna find Caroline.

How?

He's fucking dead.

Are you OK?
Are you OK?

Mommy, who is that?

That's not Daddy.

Mom?

Get NATO on the line.

Lock this shit up.

- No, you stay away from us.
- Mrs. Collins--

I don't want you
anywhere near my children.

Do you understand?