Bride of Chucky Page #4

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It's possible, actually... it's possible|that one of them is a hostage...

or simply unaware|of what the other is up to.

Detective?

For the time being, in the absence|of any other information,

these kids have to be considered|armed and extremely dangerous...

First thing tomorrow morning,|we deliver the dolls.

We collect our money.

- We're gonna need it.

Oh! Excuse me.|The, uh, door was open.

I didn't realize there was|anybody in here. Russ!

I thought we were|getting a suite.

Whoa. Who's this?

- I thought we were getting a suite.|- No. This is our room.

Oh.

Oh!

Russ!

Look. Have you ever seen|anything so cute in your whole life?

What a great idea|for a wedding gift. She's beautiful.

Oh.

Well, this little guy has a face|only a mother could love.

Hi. I'm Chucky,|and I wouldn't talk if I were you.

Hi-de-ho.

Chucky! Of course. I remember.|He was a Good Guy doll.

- They were programmed|to say all kinds of sh*t.|- Ooh.

Well, I don't|like him at all.

You know, you two make|a really delicious-looking couple.

- Hey, Diane, don't you think?|- Oh, absolutely.

I mean, imagine what their children|are gonna look like, huh?

Listen,|it's getting late, and...

So, what are you guys|up to tonight? Hmm?

- It's our wedding night.|- What are you watching TV for?

Well...

you see, it's our|wedding night as well,

which is what makes this|just so perfect.

You know what they say:|The more, the merrier.

Okay, yeah. No.

You know what? We're really tired.|Gotta get to bed early.

- Well, we'll be right next door.|- Okay.

- That thieving slut.

She doesn't deserve|to wear that ring.

- To us.|- Oh, Russ, give me a break.

We are, technically,|on our honeymoon, remember?

Yeah, well, it was your idea|to come here, not mine.

I told you we'd have|seen more action at Club Med.

- Come on, we're here.|Let's make the best of it.

Ooh!

- Yeah, baby, come on!|Yeah, come on!

Huh?

I love you.

I should have asked you this|a long time ago.

Tiffany,|will you be my bride?

Oh, Chucky.

Yes. Yes!

Ah!

Oh!

Chucky!

Why are you crying?

I always cry at weddings.

Oh, my God! I'm crying!

I wonder if all|the plumbing works.

Well, I don't know|about you,

but I'm starting to feel|like Pinocchio here.

Ohh!

I am anatomically correct,|ya know.

Ohh!

Oh! Oh!|Wait. Wait.

- What? What?|- Have you got a rubber?

- Have I got a rubber?|- Yeah.

- Tiff!|- What?

Look at me.|I'm all rubber.

Oh, that's right.|Wait.

I-I thought|you were plastic.

- Tiff.|- What?

- Kiss me.|- Okay.

Hello?

- David, it's me.|- Jade!

- Where are you?|- Niagara.

The Honeymoon Sweets motel,

which, believe me,|is even worse than it sounds.

- Are you okay?|- No. I'm married.

- Is that bad?|- I'm really scared.

I think maybe|he did it, David.

- I think Jesse has totally lost it.|- Jesus.

What should I do?

- Are you sure?|- Pretty sure.

Then you've got to go|to the police.

I don't think I can.

I still love him.

Is that wrong?

- Hold on a second.

- Hello?

- David, it's me.|- Hey! Jesse!

I'm sorry to call you so late.|I got a problem. It's Jade.

Listen to me.|Go to the police.

Now, before|somebody else gets hurt.

Yoo-hoo!|Anybody here?

Housekeeping!

Hello? Housekeeping.

Joy to be here.

Okay.|Oh, my goo...

Newlyweds.

What the heck went on here?

- Oh, I can't do this.|- What?

I-I can't go|with you, Jesse.

Not anymore.

Oh, man,|I'm glad you said that first.

- Why?|- Jade, this is too much for me.

I love you.|I will always love you.

But there is a limit|to how much I can take.

Would you please stop talking to me|like I'm the one who's crazy?

- You're the crazy one!|You're the mass murderer!|- You mean "multiple murderer".

- So you admit it?|- No, I don't!

I can't take this sh*t anymore!

Anyway, the thing|that struck me...

was how sure|you both sounded.

And to me, that meant|one of three things...

one of you is lying,|both of you are wacko,

or both of you|are wrong.

Add to that the fact that I know you|both better than anybody else,

and I've never seen|either of you so much as hurt a fly,

and I've concluded|that what we have here...

is a terrible|misunderstanding.

Do you guys smell something in here?

Okay, for the sake|of argument, if it wasn't you...

and it wasn't me, then who else would|want to kill Warren and Needlenose?

And those people|from last night.

You're assuming Warren's dead.|He's only missing.

- You're suggesting that Warren...|- Yes! Why not?

I'd buy him as a psychopath|before either of you two.

Pooh!|Something really stinks in here.

I told ya not to leave|your dirty socks back there.

Honey, this ain't no dirty socks.

- I feel like such an idiot.|- Me too.

I mean, I-I can't|believe I actually thought|that you could kill someone.

I know. I'm so sorry.

David, what would we|do without you?

What do you mean,|"without me"?

I mean you set us straight.|We owe you one.

- You're a good friend. The best.

Pull over!|Pull over now!

David, come on, buddy, it's me.|Come on, let's talk this over.

- I'm not your buddy.|- F***, David!|Please put the gun down!

- Why? So you can kill me too?|- We didn't kill anybody!

Oh, you're good. You're good!|You even had me fooled.

- What are you talking about?|- This!

You son of a b*tch!

- David, I didn't do it. She did it!|- I would never...

Shut up! Shut up!

Hey, help! Over here!

- Nobody move!

Oh, my God!

- No!

That works too.

Get this heap of sh*t moving!|Now! Now! Now!

I imagine at this point you two|must have a lot of questions.

You do know who I am?

- Chucky.|- And this is Tiffany.

I believe we've already met,|haven't we, sweetface?

S-So h-how did you|end up like this?

- Well, it's a long story.|- It sure is.

In fact, if it was a movie,|it would take three or four|sequels just to do it justice.

What are you gonna|do with us?

- Funny you should ask.|- These bodies are okay.

But they're like apartments|that we're just renting.

- But now we're movin' on up.|- Like George and Weezy.

- And we're lookin' to buy.|- And you know...

what they say|about real estate...

location, location,|location.

Well, you guys are definitely|in the right place...

- at the wrong time.

This is a special report.

The Jesse and Jade case|keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Fingerprints discovered|at two separate crime scenes...

have been identified|as belonging to...

Charles Lee Ray, the notorious|serial killer gunned down in 1988.

Now police confirm|that Ray's corpse...

will be exhumed from a Hackensack,|New Jersey, cemetery sometime today.

- What?|- Chucky, the Heart of Damballa!

- I know!|- What'll we do? What'll we do?

Shut up!|Just let me think, okay?

First we gotta get|some new wheels.

Every cop within 500 miles|is lookin' for this van.

We need something|inconspicuous,

but with a little style.

Hold still, honey,|or I'm gonna poke you in the eye again.

Yes. I believe I'm going to look|absolutely ravishing.

'Scuse me.

Nobody makes Swedish meatballs|like you, babe.

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