Cult of Chucky

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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 wanna be able to protect myself.

From what, exactly?

You googled me.

Yeah, I did.

F***ing Internet.

You have a very dark past.

Yeah.

So why didn't you tell me?

Because I like you.

I didn't wanna 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, uh, this is just too much for me.

I get it.

I should go.

Ah.

I guess it's just me

and you again tonight, pal.

Give me a hit off that, will you?

Ah!

You wanna play?

Let's play.

What about Rachel?

Didn't she wanna 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.

F*** 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

gonna 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 gonna 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.

Oh, 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.

F*** you!

Go haunt somebody else now.

Ah, 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 f***ing colorless.

I'm Michael.

Nica.

Do you wanna, uh...

- 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?

Yup.

Where from?

- Lochmoor.

- Oh.

Oh.

Oh, you're that girl who...

Yeah.

You still have a thing for redheads?

What?

'Cause the... This, you... No.

Oh. Sorry. That's too soon.

I'll trade you for a cigarette.

Okay.

Oh.

Juicy Fruit.

Mmm.

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.

F*** that!

If I'm gonna be living down the hallway

from someone who butchered her whole family,

I have a right to know what set her off.

Well, why'd you burn your house down?

You always bring that up.

I'm just saying, if we're pointing

fingers here, then...

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 wanna 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. Wanna 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.

Two percent 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.

Oh.

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 sh*t in your head?

No.

Unfortunately, these days,

reality is painfully clear.

Now give him back.

What are you gonna do, Nica?

You gonna stab me? Cut my throat?

Chop off my head?

Don't be ridiculous.

We don't even have access to real cutlery.

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