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Child's Play 4 - Bride of Chucky (1998)
- Hello.|- Hey, I'm on my way.
- And don't forget my money.|- See you soon. - And, Bailey, don't you forget. Shit. - Curiosity killed the cat.|- Shit! - Jesus! Cool. Well, hello, dolly. What are you|thinking about Who do you|think you are Oh, rage in the cage|and piss upon the stage There's only one sure way|to bring the giant down Defunct the strings|of cemetery things We're one flat foot|on the devil's wings Crawl on me|sink into me Die for me|living dead girl Crawl on me|sink into me Die for me|living dead girl What are you|thinking about What are you|thinking about Who do you|think you are Oh, raping the geek|and hustling the freak Like a hunchback juice|on a sentimental noose Operation filth, they love|to love the wealth Of an S.S. whore|making scary sounds Crawl on me|sink into me Die for me|living dead girl Crawl on me|sink into me Die for me|living dead girl Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What are you|thinking about Aw, crawl on me|sink into me Die for me|living dead girl Blood on her skin Dripping with sin Do it again Living dead girl Hello. I'm Chief Kincaid,|Jade's uncle. - David Collins. Nice to meet you, sir.|- David, come on in. Jade! David's here! I've been hearing good things|about you, David.|You're off to Princeton next fall. Yes, sir. - What are you going to study?|- Theater Arts. Mm-hmm. But on an athletic|scholarship, right? Playing hockey? Figure skating. Mm-hmm. Jade! Warren, don't scream. Hi. You look great. Jade, uh, I have to tell you. This guy|is a big improvement over the last one. - I think your mother|and father would've agreed.|- My parents liked all my friends. I'll be home by midnight. She's in good hands, sir. Uh... You forget something? Oh. This is for you. - I love lilies.|- Actually, it's an orchid.|Uh, cymbidium orchid? You put it in a vase|and drop an aspirin in the water, it should last you|the whole week. Or so I read.|Nice meeting you. She just left. - You look beautiful. - So Warren fell for it?|- Mm-hmm. David made quite an impression.|I think Warren's in love. Yuck. Not my type. I'm so over that|whole uniform thing. I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me You see, I am|the boogie-woogie... - Christ. it's Needlenose. Gotcha. Give me the power,|I beg of you. Give me the power,|I beg of you. Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake!|Awake! Awake! What a crock. - Hey, Tiffany.|- What are you doing here? Come on. Let me in.|I'll catch my death out here. Promises, promises. Whoa. Whoo!|Hey, how was your day? Same old, same old. - Oh, hey, check it out.|- What? - Check it out.|- What is it? - You mean who is it?|- Who is it? You mean who was it. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You really did|a number on him, didn't you? What did you use? Was it|really bloody? Did he scream a lot? Was he ha... You know, Damien,|this guy looks awfully familiar. I recognize|the nail polish. - Shit.|- You never really actually|killed anybody, did you? Did you? Did you?|You pathetic worm! Come on, Tiff.|I'm working up to it. Aw, man. You know, it took me|ten hours to make that thing. - Damien.|- Yeah? Could you do me|a favor... and see if my lipstick|is under the sofa there? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.|Back on your knees. Crawl. Good boy. Stay down on the floor|where you belong. That's right. There's nothing under here. Charlotte. - How did you get out?|Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh! Ugh! - Tiffany. Well, here we are. How long have we been|going out for now, huh? What? - Don't you think you've|kept me waiting long enough?|- No. Oh. You know what|the French call an orgasm? - Le petit morte. "The little death". Come on, Tiffany.|Let's die a little. Ah! Hi. I'm Chucky.|Wanna play? - Where the hell|did you get this thing?|- Got him from the cops. He's the actual doll from those murders.|I stitched him together. - You got to be kidding me.|- No, I'm not kidding you.|Why would I kid you? - I knew you were obsessed, but...|Chucky? He's so '80s.|- I'm not ob... - He isn't even scary.|- No, he's not. Yes, he is. What are you|looking at, punk? All right.|So, I was wrong. I thought he'd make|an... interesting toy. - Damien?|- Huh? You wanna play? Okay. First, I do this. Are you ready|for a menage a trois? - What's that?|- I thought you understood French. - Ow! Oh-ho! Now you watch me. Both of you. You know, Damien, there's something|I never told you about Chucky. - Don't tell me Schmucky is|one of those dolls who wets his pants.|- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't talk that way|about Chucky if I were you. He has a very bad temper. - Ooh!|- You see, we lived together for years. Of course, that was|before the cops killed him. That was before he passed|his soul into that doll there. Boy, was he ever jealous. Anybody even looked at me,|Chucky would take care of him. Wouldn't you, Chucky? We were gonna get married. God, was he|an incredible lover. - He was the best I ever had.|- Come on, baby. He ain't big enough to take care|of a woman like you. It ain't the size that counts, asshole.|It's what you do with it. All right. Hi. Hi. - How you been?|- Okay. - You?|- Peachy. Actually, to tell you the truth,|I've been kinda out of it. I know. It took me|ten years to find you. That is sick. What are you doing|with this jerk anyway? Ten years is|a long time, Chucky. Besides, I was never|actually with him. You know me. I'll kill anybody,|but I'll only sleep with someone I love. - You look great, Tiff.|- Thanks. I mean it.|I gotta be honest. I always thought|you were gonna let yourself go. Come here. Yeah. Huh? Stop it. - Hmm. All right,|you satisfied? - Can I wait in the car, please?|- No. All right,|Boogie Nights, you're up. This is such|a load of shit. You know we haven't|been drinking. Well, then, you've got|nothing to worry about, do you? Evening, Chief. Seems like|a false alarm here. That's okay, Norton.|Better safe than sorry, right? - This is a new low.|- For you too. - Get in the car.|- Bite me. Jade, when you're 18,|you can go to hell for all I care. But until then,|I'm stuck with you. And I'll be damned|if I'm gonna let you embarrass me... by ending up on Jerry Springer|with some trailer trash lowlife. - You fuck.|- But you won't. Not Jade anyway.|Not anymore. In the car. You can't keep us|from seeing each other. I'm the Chief of Police, sport.|I can do whatever I want. So if, for example, I was|to run a blood test on you tonight... and the results made you look like|Christian Slater on New Year's Eve, you think anybody|would question me? - He's bluffing.|- Try me. I wish we really could|choose our own families. David, you keep|your orchid dry now, you hear? - Come on, sunshine. "Try me". Screw him. lf I were you, I would take Jade,|get the hell outta Dodge... and never look back. Look, Chucky. I made Swedish meatballs,|your favorite. Honey, you shouldn't have. Well, I wanted everything tonight|to be absolutely perfect. Tiff, what the hell|is that? It's a playpen, silly,|for the nursery. You know, Chucky,|I still have the ring. - What ring?|- The ring, the one you left for me. I found it on the mantel the night you|were killed. I've never taken it off. Oh, that? The one I got|from Vivian Van Pelt. - Vivian who?|- Vivian Van Pelt. I dumped her|in the river, remember? That ring is worth|five or six grand, easy. You mean.... you weren't|gonna ask me to marry you? What are you, fucking nuts? You thought... You haven't changed. You'll never change. What the hell|was I thinking? Now, the first thing we gotta do is|get me outta this body once and for all. No. I think I prefer you|like this. You're kinda cute.|You're just like a little baby. - Is the little baby ticklish? Is he?|- Stop! - Is he? Is he? Is he?|- Stop! Stop! - Is he? Is he? Okay. Mommy's tired. Time to go to sleep. Okay, I get it. You're still hung up|on the domestic thing. No problem.|We'll get hitched. Sorry.|I'm not into short guys. My mother always said|love was supposed to set you free. But that's not true, Chucky. I've been a prisoner of my love for you|for a very long time. Now it's payback time. You let me outta here|right now! Sweet dreams, asshole. I'm crazy Crazy for feelin'|so blue I knew You'd love me|as long as you wanted And someday You'd leave me|for somebody new Crazy for tryin' And crazy for cryin' And I'm crazy|for lovin' you I'm crazy for tryin' And crazy for cryin' Jesse, honey, could you|give me a hand with this? Yeah, okay, uh,|just a second. Thanks, sweetface.|I owe you one. - Yeah.|- I'm crazy for feeling' so lonely Shit! I'm crazy - Hi.|- Hi. So, you movin' out already? No such luck. Oh, sorry. You want me|to put that in the car? Yeah, I'm just, you know,|taking some stuff to the Goodwill. - It's heavy.|- Oh, yeah. - What do you got in here?|- Oh, you know.|A little of this, a little of that. Stuff that's gone|out of style. You ever look at something,|and you realize you are just|sick to death looking at it? That's how I feel|about that shit. Here. In the trunk. - In the trunk?|- You can do it. Bend your knees. Wow. You are strong.|Nice muscle tone. You work out a lot? I've been doing|some push-ups... - Sorry.|- No, that's okay.|Can't hurt it. Might help. Tiffany, where the fuck are you? You got some company? Nah, just baby-sittin'.|Foul-mouthed little fucker. Let me help you|with this. Oh, um... What are you doing|later on? 'Cause I was thinking... maybe you and I could|go get a drink or something. That is,|if you're up to it. - No, no. I-I can't.|- Why? - I'm seeing someone.|- Really? All the good guys|are taken. - I-I gotta go.|- Okay. Bye. Jesse? - Treat her right, Jesse.|- Excuse me? Treat her right.|Never take her for granted. It's like my mother|always used to say, "A woman spends all day|slaving over a hot stove for a man, the least he can do|is the dishes". She's kind of a philosopher,|my mother. - Hmm. Take it easy.|- See you around. Spell "woman". B-I-T-C-H. That is incorrect.|The correct spelling of "woman" is... W-O-M-A-N. Shows how much you know. - Yoo-hoo! I'm home. Oh! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. lf you can't play nice,|I may just have to take your toys away. I have a surprise for you. I've been|thinking about what you said... about wanting to get married. Yeah? - I think it would|do you good to settle down.|- Babe, this is great! You won't regret it,|I promise. I'm gonna treat you|like a princess. - What's that?|- Your bride. With this ring, I thee wed. Oh, Chucky.|She's beautiful. You are so dead. Congratulations, Chucky. Now, I'm sure you two kids|would want to be alone. While there are|still no leads in the murder|of Officer Bob Bailey, evidence suggests that his death|may be linked to another body... found earlier today. Damien Baylock, whose real name|was Howard Fitzwater, was dragged from the East River|this afternoon. Detective Preston, is there a|connection between these two murders? Could be. - Possibly.|- Is this the work of a serial killer? - Maybe.|- I didn't say that. No, sir, you didn't, but what can|you tell us about these murders? Nothing. I can tell you that this used to be|a nice rural community... She's alive! Alive! The bride of Frankenstein. I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part. I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part. You got that right. She hate me. We belong dead. Give me the power,|I beg of you. Awake! Awake! What a crock. You son of a bitch!|What have you done to me? You got your wish.|You're mine now, doll. And if you know|what's good for you, you are going|to love, honor and obey. I wouldn't marry you|if you had the body of G.I. Joe. Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked|in the mirror lately? Now's not the time|to get picky. Hmm. Face it, Tiff. You need me. Otherwise,|you're stuck like this for good. I don't need you.|I'll look it up myself. Oh, go ahead. Chapter six. Page 217. The Heart of Damballa.|What's that? An amulet. We need it to transfer|our souls into human bodies. Okay.|And where the hell is it? I was wearing it|around my neck... the night those bastards|gunned me down. It was buried with my corpse|in Hackensack, New Jersey. - All right, let's go.|- Sure. I'll steer and|you can work the pedals. We're dolls, you dope! Oh, my God! What are we gonna do? Ay-yi-yi. - Shut up.|- You shut up. I don't get it.|Why don't you just mail the dolls? These dolls are very special. What do you mean,|"special"? I mean there's 500 bucks in it for you|if you get 'em there by tomorrow. No questions asked. I'd do it myself,|but I have to take care of a friend... who's mentally|incapacitated. Yeah. Yeah, I'll do it. But I want a thousand. Okay, sweetface,|I can give you half now, and my friend in Jersey|will give you the rest. Color me|your color, baby Color me your car Color me your color,|darlin' I know who you are Come up off|your color chart I know where|you're coming from - Call me |- Call me On the line Call me,|call me any, anytime - Call me |- Call me My love, you can call me|any day or night Call me Wow! Barbie,|eat your heart out. Uh... um... - Just act natural.|- Right. - Call me |- Call me My love, call me,|call me any, anytime - Call me |- Call me My love, call me,|call me for some overtime "Please deliver dolls|to caretaker's office. Forest Creek Cemetery.|Hackensack, New Jersey. Love and kisses, Tiffany". Cemetery? Call me for your|lover's lover's alibi - Call me |- Call me On the line, call me|call me any, anytime David, you remember|when you were seeing Brad Barker? Oh! Vividly. Whoo! You loved him, didn't you? Yeah... I did. What happened? His mother found|a letter I'd written him. She freaked,|and we haven't spoken since. You know, Jade, we get very few chances|in life to be happy. You gotta grab the brass ring|when you can. We don't have time|for this shit. - 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, shit, 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 fuck 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. Shit. 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 Shit! 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 fucking 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 fucking move. Shit! Shit! 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 fucking doll. Come on, Jade. - Norton? - Are you still there? - Norton!|- Bye! Jesse! Jesse! Jesse! Get in! Get in! There they are!|Call the police! Shit! Shit! 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 fucking 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 fuck! 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 shit?|- 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. 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 shit.|- 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 shit 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.|- Fuck, 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 bitch! - 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 shit 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. - Peachy!|- Thanks, honey pot. - I hope you left room for dessert.|- You know it, pooky. You know, if I had known that|marriage was such a great gig... I would never have waited|this long to tie the knot. On the other hand, she's not|much of a housekeeper, is she? - Tiff?|- Huh? Those dishes aren't gonna|wash themselves, you know. You were nice enough|to cook for him. The least he could do|is wash the dish. - What are you doin'? - What would Martha Stewart say?|- Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss|my shiny plastic butt! Here I am slaving away|over a hot stove, making cookies,|making Swedish meatballs, and for what? For a man who doesn't|appreciate me! For a man who can't even wash|one fucking dish! For a man who isn't even|a man at all where it counts, if you get my drift. Take it from me, honey. Plastic is|no substitute for a nice hunk of wood. I didn't hear her|complaining last night. Any guy would need a hunk of plastic...|probably battery-operated... to get a reaction|out of you in bed. And by the way, where the hell|did you learn to bake? How dare you|speak to me that way! - You started it!|- I did not! - No! - Whoa! Jesse! Jesse, please!|Please! Oh, God! Jesse? - Get me out of here! - You bitch! Jade! Hurry! - Go, go, go!|- Not without you! I'll be right behind you! - Hey, beautiful. Aah! Jade! - Move it!|- Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!|Oh, ow! Ow, ow, ow! Get down there. Move! Open the coffin, Jade. - Hurry up!|- I'm trying, you fucking midget! - Ugh! You really didn't need|to see that. Give me the amulet! Bitch! - You broke my neck! - Let her go!|- Let Jade go first! Get movin'. And Jade?|See ya real soon. Get out of here. Why can't I ever get it on|with the real good guys? You're a lucky girl. Catch me, Chucky. Ugh! - Aah! - God, no!|- Pull it out. I'll take that. It's show time! Give me the power,|I beg of you! - This is it.|- I love you, Chucky. I know. We belong together...|forever. Kiss me. - Hah! Why? Oh, Chucky,|look at us. Don't you see?|We belong dead. Good-bye, darling. I'll see you in hell. My mother|always told me... love would set me free. Get off my knife! Let me see your hands! - Drop the gun! Drop it! Let me out! Let me out!|Let me out! Let me out! - Whoa. - Don't move! Go ahead and shoot. I'll be back.|I always come back! Yeah, but dying|is such a bitch. No one's ever gonna believe this.|You know that? What's gonna happen to us? - Preston. Yeah, I'm here now. I'm afraid we've got|another corpse to add to the list. Jesse and Jade? Hell, they didn't do it. Just get Forensics|down here. You're never gonna|fuckin' believe this. Right. You two go on home.|And stay put. Let's go home. Ooh. Jesus. - Goddamn! - Son of a bitch! Holy... Bitch!|Jesus! Here's to my mother From her tribe|I have crawled Get on my feet I walk|three steps then I fall Don't try to save me, mama|Don't kiss my wounded knees I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me You see I am|the boogie-woogie king Yes, yes Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Is what I am The boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Is what I am The people watch me|ride this wicked mule From its stall Into the streets where|a thousand eyes stare at all What do you see now, mama This wicked mule and me Or do you see a child|try to get a gal to leave See, I am|the boogie-woogie king Yes, yes Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand|Take my other hand Take my hand Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Is what I am Yes, the boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop Is what I am We belong dead. Obsessive acts of hate Abductions|and mass torture Create emotions|of vengeance When the living|become the dead Home invasion Private party|of thieves Blood spilled|material thrill A sign of the times Self-destruction Self-destruction A human disease Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear Money and power|set the king free A jury of his peers|let him be Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear Money and power|set the king free A jury of his peers|let him be Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear Money and power|set the king free Self-destruction.|Self-destruction. That's more like it. |
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