- [cackles]
- Previously on "Chucky"...
I've seen Joseph.
[eerie music]
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.
- [cackling]
[sinister music]
♪
- Joseph.
- [wheezing] [wheels squeaking]
♪
[door creaking]
- What can I do to make you feel better?
I don't want you to die again.
You can't die again, please.
- [coughing]
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.
[chuckles]
- 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.
[eerie music]
♪
- 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?
[playful spooky music]
♪
- 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.
[sinister music]
♪
- [breathing heavily]
What are you two doing here? - Dresser.
- What are you-- what are you--
[clattering]
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.
[gasps]
Where's Pryce?
- He said for you to wait in here.
- What?
Why? - Ma'am--
- No, don't touch me.
[tense music]
♪
- Ma'am?
- [crying] 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.
- [sighs]
I'll try.
Wait, what--
Coop, Coop, what--
- Sorry, ma'am. - [gasping]
- I'm heartbroken.
He was a-- - Let me go!
- He was an incredible man.
- [gasping]
- 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.
[suspenseful music]
♪
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.
[exhales shakily]
- 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?
[ominous music]
♪
[lock beeps] [both laughing]
- Where the hell have you two been?
- [chuckles]
- 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.
[wheels squeaking]
[soft tense music]
♪
- 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-- [splashes]
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.
[ominous music]
♪
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.
[door clicks]
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--
- [coughing]
- 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.
- How are you?
- I'm pretty good. How about you?
[thunder rumbles] - 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.
[soft music]
♪
- [sighs] OK.
[thunder rumbles] - Hey.
Hey, it's them again. They're back.
[thunder cracks]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- 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.
- [groans]
- Oh, really? Not into action, huh?
How about, like, a rom-com or horror?
all: No.
- [chuckles]
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.
- [sighs]
- Please? - OK.
[playing Blue Oyster Cult's "[Don't Fear] The Reaper"]
- Oh, my God.
♪
♪ All our times have come
♪
♪ Here but now they're gone
♪
♪ Seasons don't fear the reaper ♪
♪ Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain ♪
- ♪ We can be like they are
- ♪ Come on, baby
- ♪ Don't fear the reaper
- ♪ Baby, take my hand
- ♪ Don't fear the reaper
- ♪ We'll be able to fly
- ♪ Don't fear the reaper
- ♪ Baby, I'm your man
♪
both: ♪ La, la, la, la, la
♪
[elevator dings]
[thunder cracks]
- Grant.
- Hi, Mrs. Collins.
Uh, President. Mrs. President.
- Mrs. Collins is fine.
Devon. Jake.
[whispering] 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?
- [chuckles] Thank you, but no.
I'm much too busy.
- Oh, damn.
Maybe next time.
[soft tense music]
- 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.
[thunder cracks]
- 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.
[thunder cracks]
You don't smoke.
[ominous music]
♪
[thunder cracks]
♪
- Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?
- [coughing] I'm dying, so excuse me.
[coughs]
- What is all this? [machines beeping]
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.
[thunder rumbles]
- 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--
[tense music]
♪
- So? Where is it?
[thunder cracks]
♪
Now, what's my birthday?
- Joseph, you were born on Leap Year, remember?
[beeping]
[lock clicks]
♪
Is this part of the game?
- Yeah.
But we're just getting to the best part.
- Could this night get any fucking weirder?
- [sighs] 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. [thunder rumbles]
[knock at door]
♪
- Mrs. Collins?
- Daddy, what are you doing in here?
♪
- Hey, Henry.
[thunder cracks]
I don't think you're supposed to be in here, bud.
- Daddy, are you sick too?
♪
- [chuckles] 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.
[elevator dings]
[ominous music]
- 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.
[gasps]
♪
- Yes, sir, Mr. President.
♪
[elevator dings]
[thunder cracks]
[eerie music]
♪
[thunder cracks]
- Mr. Jenkins, what are you--
♪
James.
I'm so sorry for everything.
♪
[suspenseful music building]
♪
- [screaming] [thunder cracks]
- [gasps]
[tense music]
♪
- Is everything OK, Mr. President?
[gun rattles]
- Yeah, fine.
♪
- All the same, I should report your position.
Eagle is on the move with Baby Eagle.
We are headed to-- [gunshot]
- [screams]
♪
- 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. [chuckles]
[elevator dings]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Sir.
[gunshots]
[moaning]
[gun clicks]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
- I've just severed his frontal lobe from his thalamus,
so he's fully aware when I do this.
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
♪
[elevator dings]
[thunder cracks]
- Holy shit.
- Stay the course.
- [breathing heavily]
- 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.
[tense music]
♪
Sir, we're ready.
[beeps]
- Alpha 17, delta 823,
sigma 11...
Gamma.
- Gold code authentication granted.
Thank you, Mr. President.
Stand by for step two, iris verification.
♪
- [screaming]
[device whirring]
- 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!
[laughs]
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?
[beeps]
- Moscow, Pyongyang...
And the 90th parallel north.
- [chuckles] [coughs]
- Yes, sir.
Refining target coordinates, sir.
[suspenseful music]
- [groans]
[alarm blaring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
♪
[inaudible]
- Henry! - Hey! Hey!
[inaudible]
- [coughing]
♪
- Are you OK?
- Where the hell is my sister?
- Come on.
- [gasps]
Tell me, you delusional, nuked-up ginger!
- Or what? You'll kill me?
Too late, nimrods.
[wheezing] 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?
♪
- [grunts]
- [gasping]
♪
- What are you doing? - He's my only way to Caroline!
- He's gonna start World War III!
- [gasps] [gunshot]
- [gasps]
- Henry, Grant, are you OK?
- No, no, no! Not yet!
I need more time.
[groaning]
Oh, what a world! What a world!
- Mr. President?
- Abort.
Abort, motherfucker.
[beeps]
- Abort.
I repeat, abort.
- Target Moscow, revoked.
Target Pyongyang, revoked.
90th parallel-- - Fuck Santa!
[alarm blaring]
♪
- Detonation successful, Mr. President.
- Oh, my God.
[tense music]
♪
- Hey, it's OK.
This is officially an accidental detonation.
[somber music]
♪
- 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?
♪
[dark music]
♪
[electricity crackling]
♪
- [cackling]