Bride of Chucky Page #3

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We don't have time|for this sh*t.

- Jade, I need to talk to you.|- Hey, Jesse.

- Hey, David.|- I want details.

Jesse, Warren will be home|any second. lf he catches you...

- You know I'll never|take you for granted.|- Jesse...

Like if you'd cook,|I'd do the dishes, right?

- What are you talking about?|- I'd do anything for you,|anything at all.

You know that, right?

- Right?

- Yes. Yes, I know.|- Then marry me.

- What?|- Marry me.

Tonight.

- Warren would kill us.|- I don't care about Warren.

- That's why we're gonna disappear.|- Where are we gonna go?

- Anywhere you want.|- Well, what are we gonna do for money?

I got money.

- Where did you get this?|- You know my neighbor, Tiffany?

She's paying me $500 to take a couple|of dolls to a friend of hers in Jersey.

Jade, there's another 500|when we get there.

Oh, sh*t, Jesse.|What has that freak gotten you into?

I don't know. I don't care.

I can put a deposit on an apartment.|I'll get a job.

I'll help put you|through college.

I think|I'm gonna throw up.

Jade, marry me.

What do you say?

I say I do.

- Come on. Let's get you packed.|- Okay.

Aw, that's so romantic.

I give them six months,|three if she gains weight.

It's me.

His van is parked right in front|of my house as we speak.

Who the hell is this bozo?|What's he doing?

Screwing with our ride,|that's what.

Ah, what the hell.|I need the exercise.

Were you born with that knife|super glued onto your hand, or what?

- What are you talking about?|- For God's sake, Chucky,|drag yourself into the '90s.

Stabbings went out|with Bundy and Dahmer.

You look like|Martha Stewart with that thing.

- Who the f*** is Martha Stewart?|- My idol.

And what does Martha tell you to do|when guests drop by for dinner...

and you haven't|had time to shop?

You improvise.

What about...

Predictable.

Hmm...

Uh...

Aha.

Who's there?

Ugh!

- Now!

Why does that look|so familiar?

See? Now, that's the work|of a true homicidal genius.

- Not bad, for an amateur.

Sh*t. Here they come.

- Yeah!

- What do we do with him?|- I don't know.

What would|Martha Stewart do?

Here.

- Come on. Help me.|- I am helping. He's heavy.

Wait.

Huh?

What's the matter?

- I could've sworn that door was locked.|- Come on. We have to go.

Oh, yeah!

Give it back

My, my

Sh*t!

I'm empty

- And sad

Now what?

How you kids doing tonight?

Going somewhere?

Will you both get out|of the van now, please?

Officer Norton,|I have a question.

All this|following us around...

Is that covered by|your regular salary?

- Or does my uncle pay you extra?|- Extra.

Look, I'm sure you're|not a bad person.

I know that you're|just doing your job.

But couldn't you just|please give us a break?

I wish I could.|You seem like really nice kids.

It's nothing personal,|at least on my part.

But... the money.

- You're disgusting. Shut up!

Shut up, or I swear to God,|I'll f***ing vaporize you!

- Ahh!

Come on. Take it easy.

- Take it easy. Come here.|- We're never gonna get away with this.

They're never gonna let us go.

It's gonna be okay. All right?

Now, why don't you go get us|something to eat for the road,

and I'll deal|with Needlenose.

- All right?|- Okay.

Ugh!

Ah!

Oh, that's bullshit!

- You know this isn't mine.|- You're in a lot of trouble, kid.

Now don't you f***ing move.

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Figures you'd hitch us|a ride with the Fugitive.

Give me your lighter.

- What are you doing?|- Improvising.

Now, sit back|and learn from the master.

Chief Kincaid isn't answering.|- What? I just talked to him.

Rude f***ing doll.

Come on, Jade.

- Norton?

- Are you still there?

- Norton!|- Bye!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Get in!

Get in!

There they are!|Call the police!

Sh*t! Sh*t! Go!

Jesse, drive! Go!

Go!

Well, at least you haven't forgotten|how to show a girl a good time.

Where were you?

- Is that all you have to say?|- What do you want me to say?

I should think you'd have something|to say about what happened back there.

I got something to say.|I think you're f***ing crazy.

I'm crazy? You say you'd do anything|for me, and this is what I get?

You don't think that I had anything|to do with that explosion back there?

- Didn't you?|- No.

To be honest, I was thinking|the same thing about you.

How could you think that?

You announced in front of a hundred|people that you wanted to vaporize him.

- Oh, it was a figure of speech.

You were just as quick|to accuse me.

- Hello.|- What the f***!

David, I don't know|what the hell is going on around here.

The cops think|it's all cut-and-dried.

Think of Mickey and Mallory,|Bonnie and Clyde. You get the picture?

Mickey and Mallory? Bonnie and Clyde?|They were mass murderers, David.

Multiple murderers, actually.|Mass murders happen all at once,|like at the post office.

Multiple murders|are serial killings.

Am I missing something?|Norton was just one murder, right?

They found a cigarette lighter|next to Norton's car.

Belonged to that cop|who got his throat slashed.

And there's another thing.|Jade, your uncle's missing.

- What?|- I know you two|had nothing to do with this.

But maybe you should turn yourselves in|until they figure it out.

David, are you whacked?|Nobody is gonna believe us.

They're setting up roadblocks|at the border.

- You two had better|lay low for a while.|- Thanks.

Did you see|Warren tonight?

Not since this morning.

- Did you?|- No.

Our little room on Seventh street|is getting cold

I saw a pattern on a blanket|just the other day

It looked just like|the pillow you threw away

Uh-huh

I just woke up|the other night

And now I know what to do|I guess I'll see you in hell

Yeah

- What are you doing?|- Do you trust me, Jade?

Of course I do.

Sucker.

I think they make|a cute couple.

And if you ask me,|it'd be a shame to break 'em up,

if you know what I mean.

Dearly beloved,

we are|gathered here tonight...

to celebrate the union|of two people in holy matrimony.

And what God|joins together,

let no man tear asunder.

Violence in movies and television...

- What is this sh*t?|- Never mind...

Jesus, the music scene's gone|to hell since I've been dead.

That's more like it.

Isn't it beautiful?

I always dreamed of having|a big church wedding...

with bridesmaids and a cake|and my picture in the paper.

Not just the usual mug shot,|but something really flattering.

Tiff...

I'm sorry.

For everything.

Um, I guess|I can't complain.

I mean, I always wanted us|to spend more time together,

maybe do some traveling|and see the world.

Well, just look at us now.

Yeah. Life sure is|full of surprises.

Stop him!

- Kill him!

For better or worse,

for richer or poorer,

in sickness and in health,

- till death do you part.

Congratulations.|You may now kiss the bride.

Huh?

- A true classic never goes out of style.|- That was good.

Is it true that Jesse and Jade|may in fact be the serial killers...

that you've been tracking|for the past few days?

We can't confirm that|at this time.

The previous murders appear to be|the work of just one killer.

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