Cult of Chucky Page #2

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 b*tch

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 f***ing 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 Tilly?

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 I?

Uh, 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. Wanna 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...

Ah.

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 f***ing 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 b*tch

I talked to last night on the phone?

Sometimes I hear things, too.

Okay, lady, you know what?

You're next.

I'm gonna be right back.

Jesus!

F***ing cuckoo's nest.

Bye.

Hey.

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 7:
00.

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 wanna 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 f***ing 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 3:
00 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 f***ing 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. Wanna 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 gonna 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.

- Oh, 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 f***ing 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 sh*t.

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! No!

Stop!

No! Let me go!

No! Let me f***ing go! No!

Maddy! Madeleine!

No!

No! No! 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 f***ers!

You blood f***ing morons!

Listen to me!

He'll kill us all!

What did 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,

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