All language subtitles for Cult of Chucky (2017) eng

The Second Amendment

isn't just obsolete, it's dangerous.

I totally get why you think that.

I'm sorry, I've just never known someone

who's into guns before.

I'm not into guns,
Rachel. I have a couple.

More than the one.

That doesn't mean
that I'm a fanatic, okay?

It doesn't mean
that I'm not for restrictions

and waiting periods and background checks.

So what does it mean, Andy?

I just want to be able to protect myself.

From what, exactly?

- You Googled me.
- Yeah, I did.

- Fucking internet.
- You have a very dark past.

- Yeah.
- So why didn't you tell me?

Because I like you.

I didn't want to scare you away.

I was six.

My babysitter was murdered.

Along with my teacher and my caseworker

and 37 other people over
the years, that I'm aware of.

And they never caught him?

Put it this way. Justice was done.

- Wait!
- Play with this.

Look, Andy, I think you're a nice guy,

but this is just too much for me.

I get it.

I should go.

I guess it's just me
and you again tonight, pal.

Give me a hit off that, will you?

Blah!

You want to play?

Let's play.

What about Rachel?

Didn't she want to play?

Now we'll never know
if she's a natural redhead.

Face it, Andy.
I'm all you've got.

Sometimes it's nice,
just hanging out on a Friday night...

with your best friend.

Fuck you!

Again.

I thought you said she was paralyzed.

She is.

That's just the juice.

See? From the waist
down, she's a pincushion.

All right, that's enough.

I can still see him in my nightmares.

His twisted face, that horrible laugh,

the glint off his blade,
the screams of his victims.

Whose victims, Nica?

The murders were real.

You know that.

But Chucky never was.

That's right.

He was a fantasy, a delusion.

He was a mask I wore,

so I could go on looking in the mirror,

so I could live with myself.

And now, when you look
in the mirror, what do you see?

- I don't look.
- You'll have to,

if you're ever going to
learn to forgive yourself.

Nica, you've made tremendous progress.

In the past four years,
you've had to accept

some hard truths about yourself.

That is very brave.

I'm proud of you.

I'm having you transferred to Harrogate.

That's medium security, Nica.

That means more
privacy, more independence,

more freedom, within reason,

- of course.
- Dr. Foley, what I did was unforgivable.

Schizophrenia is an illness.

By definition, and according to the law,

you weren't responsible for your actions.

Do you think Alice would accept that

as an apology for making her an orphan?

Are there no cameras?

Not in medium security.

But don't abuse the privilege.

Bathroom's back there.

Shower's handicap-friendly,

but if you need help,
ask for Ashley or Pam.

They alternate days.

Anything else, just let me know.
My name's Carlos.

Thanks for being so nice.

Don't misunderstand. I'm not a fan.

We're not going to be friends.
I'm just doing my job.

- Well, thank you anyway.
- You're welcome.

You in an accident?

I was born like this.

My husband has MS.

I'm sorry.

I don't let it keep him
from living his life.

Dr. Foley,

your assistance is needed in room two.

Dr. Foley to room two, please.

Excuse me.

Can you see me?

Yeah.

Thank God.

None of the others can see me.

Please don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid of you.

Good.

I won't hurt you.

I just need someone to talk to.

I spent my whole life here.

Then I died,

right here in this room,

a long, long time ago.

That's awful.

Angela, we can all see you.

Fuck you!

Go haunt somebody else now.

She's harmless.

They found her living on
the street, like, 30 years ago,

but I guess being dead's
more exotic than being homeless.

I don't know about that.

Well, I've never been dead before,

but I have been homeless,
and it's pretty fucking colorless.

I'm Michael.

Nica.

Do you want to...

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Where'd you get the gum?

Oh, um, Carlos.

Carlos? Wow.

You must have made quite the impression.

Not really.

No, he's kind of a hard-ass.

But Nurse Ashley, she's my guardian angel.

Wasn't for her, I'd still be in detox.

So, uh, you just transferred?

Yep.

Where from?

- Lochmoor.
- Ah.

Oh.

- Oh, you're that girl who--
- Yeah.

You still have a thing for redheads?

What?

'Cause the...

No, oh, sorry. That's too soon.

I'll trade you for a cigarette.

Okay.

Oh.

Juicy Fruit.

Huh.

- So why'd you do it?
- Claire!

We're all wondering
the same thing here, right?

Give her a break, okay? She's new.

Fuck that, if I'm going to
be living down the hallway

from someone
who butchered her whole family,

I have a right to know what set her off.

- Why'd you burn your house down?
- You always bring that up.

I'm just saying,
if we're pointing fingers here--

- I didn't kill anyone!
- Neither did Nica.

Chucky did it.

I don't blame you for being afraid.

After what I did, I was very ill.

Are you feeling better now?

I understand your concerns,

and absolutely, we should talk about it.

But, believe me, Nica isn't
a danger to anyone anymore.

And let's not forget,
she isn't the only one here

to benefit from an insanity plea.

She's the only multiple murderer, though.

Mass murderer, actually.
There's a difference.

Who cares? We're all sick.

I want to know why she killed them.

I was pathologically jealous of my sister,

and I was always too possessive
of Alice, who is my niece.

She's 12 now,
and I'll never see her again.

I only hope she's doing okay.

She's not okay.

Excuse me?

Chucky told me.

Angela.

He called me on the phone.

He said to tell you he's coming for you,

now that you can have visitors.

You think this is funny?

No.

I don't.

It's okay, Angie.

It's okay.

Okay, it was inevitable
that this would come up,

and it's important that we all explore it

together as a group.

I think I have something that will help.

Hi, I'm Chucky. Want to play?

- Whoa! Is that a--
- It's just a Good Guy doll,

one of thousands made back in the 80s.

No, he said Chucky!

They had 50 different names.
2% of them were Chucky.

You're saying it's a coincidence?

Not at all. I paid for a Chucky.

Where'd you get it?

Hot Topic.

Nica, this doesn't make
you uncomfortable, does it?

No, not at all.

Oh my god.

What is it, Madeleine?

He's my baby.

Open up, sweetheart.

Here comes the choo-choo.

It's too hot for him.

I like to be hugged.

I can't believe he's talking already!

Madeleine, stop it!

Your baby is dead. You know that.

What is your problem?
Why can't you just let her be happy?

You think that's
the way to make her happy?

Letting her play house
with some psycho killer's trophy?

Give him back.

Him? That's an interesting
choice of pronoun.

Are you still having
trouble separating reality

from that sick shit in your head?

No. Unfortunately, these days,
reality is painfully clear.

Now give him back.

What are you going to do,
Nica? You going to stab me?

Cut my throat? Chop off my head?

Don't be ridiculous.

We don't even have access to real cutlery.

The only thing I could get my hands on

are the barbiturates
they give me every morning

that I've been stockpiling for months,

waiting for the right bitch
to come along to poison.

Here.

Thank you.

- Sure.
- Are you okay, Chucky?

I'm Mark, by the way.

It's nice to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you.

What?

From Michael.

He's in the pool right now,

getting ready for Tokyo in 2020,
but don't tell anyone.

Michael Phelps?

He's retired.

Oh. Oh god, this is embarrassing.

I fucking hate it when this happens,

especially around a pretty girl.

It's actually one of my triggers.

His real name is Malcolm.

We call him Multiple Malcolm.

Nobody calls me that.

Excuse me. Nica, you have a visitor.

Nica, this is Ms. Valentine,
your niece's legal guardian.

You're Alice's guardian?

That's right.

I'm sorry, but you seem really familiar.

Did anyone ever tell you,

you look exactly like Jennifer Titty?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

You're not quite what I expected, either.

What did you expect?

Somebody taller.
You don't seem very dangerous.

You don't seem very motherly.

Huh.

How is she?

She's dead, Miss Pierce.

What?

Ms. Valentine, I wish you had told me.

Oh, didn't 1?

Um...

I'm terribly sorry.

I've just been going
through an awful ordeal.

But she's in
a better place now, I know it.

What happened?

I'm no doctor, Miss Pierce,

but I think it was a broken heart.

She wanted you to have something.

Hi, I'm Chucky. Want to play?

- That's not the same--
- No, no.

This is the doll
that they used in Alice's therapy

to help her get over the past.

She thought
that maybe it would help you, too.

There you go.

Aw, that's so sweet.

Well, thank you so much.

Good luck.

I can't.

Where's Nica?

Last door on the right.

You can see me.

Yeah, I can see you.

Don't be afraid.

What?

I'm not going to hurt you.

You fucking with me?

No, I'm not.

Tell you the truth,
I'm happy to have the company,

even if you aren't real.

Okay, let me explain something to you.

I am a vintage, mass-marketed
children's toy from the 80s,

standing right in front of you,

holding a very sharp scalpel.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I'm a schizophrenic. I see things.

Aren't you the crazy bitch

I talked to last night on the phone?

Sometimes I hear things, too.

Okay, lady, you know what? You're next.

I'm going to be right back.

Jesus! Fucking cuckoo's nest!

Bye.

Hey.

Dr. Foley,
please report to the front desk.

Dr. Foley, please
report to the front desk.

Time to get up, Nica. It's after seven.

Come on!

Okay, here you go.

Thanks. I'll get you some water.

Leave it! I--

Sorry, could I just...

Could I have some privacy,
please? I'd like to get dressed.

Okay.

Code blue!

Mr. Barclay, I'm extremely busy.

We're not running a circus here,

so could you please just get to the point?

That's very clever,
Mr. Barclay. Very convincing.

What? No!

He's alive! Just look at him!

You should get a job in the movies.

I want to see Nica Pierce.

Could you please show Mr. Barclay out?

I'm telling you, she didn't do it!

Come on. Let's go.

Let's watch it again.

That one just never gets old.

Do me a favor, Chucky.

Keep your fucking mouth shut.

You know what, Andy?

What if you really are crazy?

Have you ever thought of that?

Maybe you belong in
the booby hatch with Nica.

Maybe this really
is just all in your head.

Nica, it wasn't your fault.

- Bullshit.
- Claire, please.

I took care of that woman
for the past five years.

I washed her hair.
I wiped her ass.

I listened to her crazy
until three in the morning.

She was my friend.

If she was thinking about killing herself,

I'd have known it.

- Not necessarily.
- Nica did it!

She left her fucking
calling card in Angela's blood!

- Angela did that.
- Why would she do that?

Excuse me. Aren't we overlooking
one other possibility?

No, I don't think we are.

Claire, don't you ever
get tired of being wrong?

No, I do not!

Occam's razor.

The simplest explanation
is usually the right one.

Chucky did it.

I'm so sorry we're late.

I can't believe they're
digging Angela's grave already.

Wait a minute, there's two of them?

What an ugly doll.

Hi, I'm Chucky. Want to play?

Hi, I'm Chucky. Want to play?

Where the hell did he come from?

From Alice.

From her guardian.

What did that woman
say her name was?

Valentine.

Oh my God.

Tiffany Valentine. That was
Charles Lee Ray's girlfriend.

- Charles Lee Ray?
- Who is that?

He was a serial killer in the 80s.

He murdered 22 people
before they shot him in a toy store.

He died
right next to a Good Guy doll.

Charles Lee Ray's nickname was Chucky.

Please tell me
that you are not going to let her

dominate the group with this crap.

Nica, it's just a doll.

- Then prove it.
- What?

Right here to everybody in this room,

prove that it's just a doll.

All right.

Not yet.

Ugh, this is ridiculous.

- Wait a minute, now him.
- Nica!

He could've switched
places with it somehow.

- You leave my baby alone.
- Maddy, wait!

What are you doing?
I thought we were way past this.

- I was wrong.
- Yeah, about him.

But what about the other one?

Let's just go and get rid of him, okay?

Better safe than sorry, that's what I say.

So why didn't he Kill
you when he had the chance?

Because he's fucking
with me. That's what he does.

First, he'll kill each
and every one of you

in the most horrible ways you can imagine,

and he'll make me watch.

And then he'll kill me, too.

Unless, of course,
I'm a complete psychopath.

Well, let's just stay positive.

Madeleine!

Where's Madeleine going?

She took her baby out for a walk,

and I think you should leave her alone.

You have to go get her.

- No, I can't.
- Why not?

My outdoor privileges were suspended.

I hacked into Dr. Foley's computer.

It was ridiculously easy,

a lot easier than being
CEO of a $200 billion corporation.

You're Mark Zuckerberg now.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll take care of Ashley.

Okay, fine, but for the record,

I think this is a bad idea.

I'm sorry. Can you help me with this?

I'm not used to this chair.

Sure. Thanks.

It's just right over here.

I think there's something stuck.

Yeah, it's right in here.
Okay.

Ow!

- Claire?
- Holy shit.

- What are you doing?
- Dr. Foley, it's true.

He's alive.

What have you done to yourself now?

What? No!

It was him!

Claire, why don't you come with us?

- Come on.
- No.

No, it was him. It was him!

Claire.

No! No!

Stop!

No! Let me go!

No! Let me fucking go!

Maddy! Madeleine!

Madel--

No, no, please! Don't leave me here!

- Got her!
- No!

No, please!

Dr. Foley!

Dr. Foley!

Just relax, Claire.

I swear, I'm over...

I won't hurt myself, I swear.

No!

Okay.

You fuckers!

You blood fucking morons!

Listen to me! He'll kill us all!

- What'd you give her?
- Ten CCs of methohexital.

Just enough to relax her.

She's conscious,
but she just won't be able to move.

Have you ever
seen her like this?

No, never.

It's, uh, disturbing,
but it's fascinating to see

this kind of mass hysteria in action.

It's quite sad, really.

Hey, how's Jake?

He's hanging in there, thanks.

Don't you guys have
an anniversary coming up?

Yeah. Finally taking
him to meet my parents.

It's Malcolm. I'm going to need some help.

Oh, God. Just relax, Claire.

I'll be back in a bit.

No.

Ha!

Compressed. Does that mean
what I think it means?

Seriously, I'm not sure.

No.

Sometimes, I scare myself.

What the fuck?

You thought I was the only one?

Wait, what are you doing?

What's going on?

Chucky did it.

It was an accident, Nica.

He killed Angela, too.

I'm going to pretend
you didn't just say that.

And Madeleine, he's manipulating her.

She's delusional, Nica.

She's projecting onto
the doll, just like you are.

I'm going to prove it,
Dr. Foley. And you know what else?

I think both dolls are alive somehow.

Ade beaucoup Damballa.

I know how crazy that sounds.

No crazier than a single doll, Nica.

Please tell me you understand that.

What happened to the other one?

Someone took it, and we'll find it.

Who knows, maybe in your room.

You think it was me now?

To tell you the truth,
Nica, at this point,

I honestly don't know what to think.

I'm not a killer, Dr. Foley.

And I'm not fucking crazy.

Nica, I want you to do something for me.

I want to hypnotize you.

Hypnotizing me is not
going to make a difference.

It's been very useful in the past,

and it might set our minds at ease.

We might find out what really happened.

Nica, I don't want to have
to send you back to Lochmoor.

Hypnosis helped you accept the truth.

Now, are you afraid of the truth?

Terrified. And you should be, too.

Keep your eyes on the light, Nica.

All right, Nica, how do you feel?

- Receptive.
- As always, that's good.

What if I were to tell you
there are cameras at Harrogate,

hidden cameras, everywhere,

and your every move has been recorded?

What if I were to tell you, Nica,

there are recordings of you
killing both Angela and Claire?

What would you say to that?

Well, I couldn't really argue
with evidence like that.

You can picture yourself
killing them, can't you, Nica?

Yes.

Now, what if that evidence
then somehow got erased?

Who would want to do that, do you think?

Me, would be my first guess.

I agree.

So we're in agreement about the murders,

and the tapes, and your terrible guilt.

Yes.

What is it?

Chucky.

He's right behind you.

I've missed these little sessions of ours.

Haven't you?

No.

No, of course not.

You can't remember them.

Probably for the best.

Holy shit!

And they call me sick?

This guy is diabolical!

I mean, what a piece of work.

I'm actually a little envious.

You know you want to.

Don't you?

Yes.

Come on, Nica.

Time to join the club.

Auntie Nica.

Alice?

We've been waiting for you.

Dr. Foley always says
late people are rude people.

This is so unlike him.

The late Dr. Foley.

Now that has a nice ring to it,
doesn't it, Nica?

I sure hope nothing's happened to him now.

It just kind of makes
you wonder who's next. Doesn't it?

What is wrong with you, Mark?

That's not my name.

Fine, what the hell is your name today?

It's Charles. I think we've met.

Madeleine?

Can I hold him?

I better put him down.
He's getting a little cranky.

Madeleine.

Dr. Foley.

You're okay.

I have a hell of a headache.
Don't you remember?

I remember you hypnotized me, and then...

The rest is kind of a blur.

You assaulted me, Nica.

He isn't real.

It was you.

I am very concerned by this setback,

but I am willing to keep my
mouth shut about this incident,

if you are.

Oh, God.

- Hello?
- Hello, Andy.

Who is this?

Tiffany.

Jennifer. Even I lose track.

I know who you are.

I'm coming for you, and for him.

Actually, there's three
of us at the moment,

and the cult is growing all the time.

Hey, Andy, you want to join up?

Fuck you.

Oh, I have a message from Chucky.

He said you'll know what it means.

It's just a single word.

He said, "Disembowel."

Now, what do you suppose
that means, Andy?

Madeleine?

Madeleine!

I never stopped loving you.

I'm your friend to the end.

You know, Chucky,
a boy's best friend is his mother.

Want to play?

Madeleine!

Madeleine, what have you done?

What?

What have you done
to your baby, Madeleine?

It's not a baby, it's just a doll.

Your baby.

Joshua.

Remember?

What did you do to him, Madeleine?

Say it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Not to me, Madeleine. Say it to him.

My sweet angel, can you ever forgive me?

He just wouldn't stop crying.

No matter what I did,
I couldn't make him stop.

The sound was like a sharp piece of glass

drilling into my head.

I was a terrible mother.
I could never make him happy.

- You didn't kill him.
- What?

- Nica, please.
- He's just pretending.

- Leave him alone!
- He's alive!

I like to be hugged.

More than anything, I wish that he was.

Wishing won't bring him back.
I know that now.

Come on. Come on.

It's a doll, and it's a powerful symbol

of your guilt, Malcolm's confusion,

and the past.

Now, don't you think it's time

to bury the past once and for all?

In sure and certain
hope of the resurrection

unto eternal life
through our Lord, Jesus Christ,

we commend unto
Almighty God our loved ones,

and we commit their bodies to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

May the Lord bless them and keep them

and shine his light down upon them

and be gracious unto
them and give them peace.

Amen.

You're not buying it, are you?

Nope.

He'll be back.

He always comes back.

Visiting hours are over, sir.

Going to have to ask you to turn around.

I need to see Dr. Foley,
or Nica Pierce, right away.

Well, you can call
and make an appointment.

No, this is an emergency.

I bet, but now, please,

just get back in your car
and turn it around, all right?

Okay, then I want to commit myself.

Get the hell out of here! Right now!

Night night.

This just came for you, Dr. Foley.

- Who's it from?
- Doesn't say.

What happened to his hair?

Why would anyone send this to me?

You know, we've got
way more important things

to worry about right now.

Let's get on our rounds.

No shoelaces.

It's all I have left of him.

Dr. Foley put you on suicide watch.

You know, I'd do it if
I thought I could see him again.

But suicides don't go to heaven, do they?

I don't know, Madeleine.

I just know I have two children of my own,

and I'd do anything to keep them safe.

Would you kill for them
if it was for their own good?

Do you love them that much?

Nurse Ashley,

please report to the nurses' station.

I'll be checking on you every 15 minutes.

Hi, baby.

They just don't get us,

and they never will.

A mother's love never dies.

Not even when she kills it.

Now please,

one last time,

come to Mommy.

Will it hurt?

I'll do my best.

Well, you're having
a bad day, aren't you, Doc?

Ashley, put him to bed.

Dr. Foley, I don't think
I can do this anymore.

- What?
- It's too much.

I'm sorry.

Go to bed, Malcolm.

Sure.

Get rid of it.

Yes, sir.

Nica?

How did you get in here?

- Take a fucking guess.
- If this is a joke,

this is not a good day for it.

It was Chucky.

Why do I always fall for the crazy ones?

Madeleine's dead.

- Chucky did it.
- No.

She killed herself.

She dug him up and mutilated herself

so it looked like Chucky did it.

No.

Unless you killed them all, Nica.

You know, it doesn't really matter to me,

because either way,
it's going to make a hell of a book.

But now you're going to
have to go back to Lochmoor.

It's too bad because here,

I could've given you...

so much more personal attention.

He's going to kill you, too.

You're going to die,

and I'm going to tell everybody about you.

You're a diagnosed schizophrenic,

and a murderess of five people,
that we know of.

No one's going to listen to you.

I just can't with this guy!

I don't know whether to
kill him or just take notes.

Now, we're going to try this again.

I'm not a killer.

Not yet.

Oh my God.

He's here.

Took him long enough. Stupid kid.

Andy's not a kid anymore.

So what's your point?

I'm just saying,
it behooves us to watch our step.

Behooves. Listen to you.

You sound like Hannibal Lecter.

Can't believe they canceled that show.

Where'd he come from?

Who cares? Wake him up.

Ade beaucoup Damballa.

Give me the power, I beg of you!

Ugh. What the hell happened to you?

You know, I love being me.

And I love my job.

Especially the look on my victim's face

when they realize in that final moment

that it's all really happening.

A children's toy

is actually beating
them to death with a yardstick!

Or setting them on fire.

Eviscerating them.

All actual examples.

A few years ago,
I came across this groovy new spell

on VoodooForDummies.com
that changed everything.

Now, I can be me.

- And me.
- And me.

And theoretically, anyone or anything

with two legs and a hand for stabbing.

Like Alice.

It was fun for a while.

People trust cute little girls

almost as much as cute little dolls,

but little girls can get hurt

when their victims try to fight back.

Then they ain't so cute anymore.

Run!

He made the funniest
face when I drilled him!

Did you see the steam
when I sliced open his guts?

I've never felt so alive!

Yeah, well, you've been
alive for, like, two minutes.

Welcome to the cult, pal.

Thanks. You guys are the best.

Right, now I'm going to go kill Andy.

No, I want to kill Andy. I earned it.

I've been through a lot today.

You got to suck titty today.

Look what happened to me.

Hello? Look at my hair.

Oh shit, you win. Absolutely. Sorry, pal.

You go fuck him up real good. Have fun.

You, guard the door.

Kill anyone that tries to get in.

Right.

I'll take care of her.

Cherry snow cone.

Yummy.

Just fucking do it already.

Get it over with.

If I wanted you dead,
you'd be tits up by now.

I was never going to kill you, Nica.

Believe me,

there's worse things than death.

Ade beaucoup Damballa.

Give me all the power, I beg of you!

Hiya, Doc.

Huh?

There's definitely perks

to being supernaturally possessed.

This is for Nica.

I did it.

I killed her.

I gave that bitch what she deserved.

No, you didn't.

I killed her.

'Cause I'm Charles!

In your dreams, asshole.

I'm Charles.

But everybody calls me Chucky.

Nobody calls me that.

No, wait a...

Wait a minute.

Who am I now?

You're a fucking poser. You're sick.

And not in the fun way, like me.

- Nica?
- Nica's taking a nap.

And I'm going to make sure
she never wakes up.

I just want to be someone who matters.

But I'm not Mark.

I'm not Michael. I'm...

I'm just Malcolm.

Fucking Multiple Malcolm.

Sounds like it's getting
pretty crowded in there.

I can hear him. I can still
hear Chucky inside my head!

And it was such a nice place to visit.

Andy Barclay, as I live and breathe.

No!

No!

No!

This is the end, fucker!

You sent me?

Thanks for coming after me.
You saved me the trouble.

Fuck you!

You kill me, you Kill her.

Think about it.

Yeah, thinking is for losers.

Lockdown. The facility is now on lockdown.

Patients to your rooms, immediately.

Tag, you're it, pal.

No!

Security, west hall.

Security, code one in west hall.

Hey, sweet face.

Good to see you back on your feet.

You look great, Tiff.

So, this is different.

I don't know.

Works for me.

Some things never change, though.

A true classic never goes out of style.

You said that to me once,
after stabbing a man 39 times.

What?

I was just feeling bad about Alice.

It was kind of nice having
Alice around, you know?

Nah, fuck that kid.

- Kyle?
- Andy sent me.

We're going to have some fun.