03x06 - Panic Room

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[CACKLES]

Previously on "Chucky"...

I've seen Joseph.

[EERIE MUSIC]

Charlotte, it was him.

James is losing his mind.

I am not protecting my family.

I am destroying them.

What we're dealing with is
something... supernatural.

Charles is dying.

Chucky's d*ed before, a lot.

Charles' soul is tainted
with Christian magic.

He mentioned something
about a botched exorcism.

Ah. That was you guys.

There's so many things
I still want to do,

especially with you.

Do you ever feel like...

like nothing even matters anymore?

Pull yourself together.

You're Chucky.

You're at the f*cking White House.

I say, go out in a blaze of glory,

and take as many as you can
with you on the way out.

[CACKLING]

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

Joseph.

[WHEEZING] [WHEELS SQUEAKING]

♪

[DOOR CREAKING]

What can I do to make you feel better?

I don't want you to die again.

You can't die again, please.

[COUGHING]

Everyone dies, kid.

Some of us more than once.

But I realize now

the point is to make a difference

while we're here,

to leave a mark,

to do something so
big, so unprecedented,

so g*dd*mn beautiful

that whoever's left
when the dust settles

will always remember one name...

Chucky.

[CHUCKLES]

Who's Chucky?

Oh, you'll find out soon enough.

Why? What's going to happen?

Well, now we're gonna play a new game.

It could get a little hairy,

but whatever happens
from here on out, kid,

don't ever let me go.

I'll never let you go again, Joseph.

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

You really shouldn't smoke.

That stuff will k*ll you.

A ghost ripped my husband's face apart.

I know, and I am going to deal with it.

I have some things I
need to attend to first.

♪

- Pryce?
- Hmm?

♪

Pryce?

♪

Who the f*ck is Chucky?

[PLAYFUL SPOOKY MUSIC]

♪

This is King Arthur.

Please send a chariot
to come pick him up.

Now.

- Oh, and one more thing.
- Sir.

Get me intel on any POTUS associate

who goes by the name of Chucky.

Copy.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- What are you two doing here?
- Dresser.

What are you... what are you...

[CLATTERING]

It's not White House furniture.

That's personal.

They belonged to my son.

Please, keep your voice down.

No. No.

No, no, no, no.

No, you are not going to deal

with my husband's body like that.

[GASPS]

Where's Pryce?

He said for you to wait in here.

What?

- Why?
- Ma'am...

No, don't touch me.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Ma'am?

[CRYING] Coop. Coop.

I need to get out of here.

You have to be strong,
ma'am, for your boys.

I can't.

For the country.

I can't. I can't.

Now's not the time, ma'am.

You have to trust me.

[SIGHS]

I'll try.

Wait, what...

Coop, Coop, what...

- Sorry, ma'am.
- [GASPING]

I'm heartbroken.

- He was a...
- Let me go!

He was an incredible man.

[GASPING]

Has the eagle been relocated?

- Don't call him that!
- Shh.

Don't shush me!

I apologize, ma'am, but
we can't wake your boys.

The boys.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Wake up. Wake up.

- Grant, wake up.
- What are you doing, Mom?

I need you to pack for just,
uh... just a couple of days.

- We are leaving tonight.
- What are you talking about?

You'll need your parka.
We are going to Chicago.

What is going on? Where's Dad?

Your father is gonna stay here.

We are just going to Aunt Vida's

for a couple of days, okay?

- Are you and Dad...
- No, everything's fine.

- I love Aunt Vida's.
- Henry.

Can I pack my own bag?

- Yes, of course, sweetie.
- Mom.

Ma'am.

Who the hell is that?

Mr. Pryce is one of
your father's advisors.

Everything okay, ma'am?

Yes.

We are going to Chicago
to see my sister.

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

Mrs. Collins,

with all due respect,
grief, and utter candor,

what happened tonight in this house

is bigger than you.

It's bigger than your family.

It's bigger than me.

It's bigger than any single life

or collection of lives
that ever existed.

If this gets out, the world
as we know and love it is over.

So you're not going anywhere.

Your sons aren't going anywhere.

And I most certainly
am not going anywhere.

So it is time for us
to get on the same page.

Do you understand me?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[LOCK BEEPS] [BOTH LAUGHING]

Where the hell have you two been?

[CHUCKLES]

Great.

While you two were busy...

consummating your relationship...

congratulations, by the way...

I was here, trying to get us back

in the good graces of Grant
so we can find my sister

and k*ll Chucky.

Oh, he's already dying.

Cool.

So if he dies while we
sit around and do nothing,

then we will never find Caroline.

I guess that didn't occur to you

while you were busy
consummating your relationship.

Sorry.

Also, he dies all the time.

That doesn't stop him.

He's dying for good this time.

We all want to find Caroline.

We're sorry.

So what's up with Grant?

The First Son invited us
for dinner and a movie.

Well, that's... that's great.

Uh, when?

Tonight.

A car will pick us up in... eight hours.

Does that give you two enough time

to get your heads in the game?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Now, fill me in on this whole

"Chucky dying for real forever" thing.

And Jake, you can tell
me about the sex later.

[WHEELS SQUEAKING]

[SOFT TENSE MUSIC]

♪

That's some pretty
advanced stuff you did

with Joseph's makeup there.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

Is it someone I should
be blasting on TikTok?

Hey, I mean, that could be a fun thing

for us to do together.

Or not.

Is Dad working early?

Yes, he's very busy.

Your father loves you both very much.

♪

What was all that about last night,

saying we needed to pack up and stuff?

I was upset.

I overreacted.

Overreacted about what?

Is it something to do with Dad?

Mommy, did... did you see something?

No, sweetheart.

Sometimes grown-ups
have nightmares too.

That's all.

Ma'am, Mr. Pryce would like
to see you in your office.

I'm told it's quite urgent.

If you need anything...
medicine, bodywork,

anything at all, we can arrange that.

You just tell me.

What I need is to be
able to take my family...

what's left of my family somewhere safe,

as far away from this White House

as is humanly possible.

But you are forcing me

to keep them here, at risk of death,

after a ghost m*rder*d my husband.

But please, tell me again
how acupuncture might help me.

Mrs. Collins, whether
you like it or not,

you are more than complicit
in covering up these murders.

I'm sorry if that
as*ault on your conscience

is too much for you to
take, but it's the truth.

You chose to marry a man

who became the President
of the United States.

That man is gone.

But your duty to the American people...

Stop with the condescending,
patriotic bullshit

about what I owe the American people.

Buyer's remorse simply doesn't cut it

in matters of national security.

There's no exposing the truth now.

If it comes out that we knew something,

we'll look negligent,
or worse, complicit.

There's no exposing the truth now.

If it comes out that we knew something,

we'll look negligent,
or worse, complicit.

There's no exposing the... [SPLASHES]

Maybe if you spent less time
cosplaying G. Gordon Liddy

and more time finding
out about this Chucky,

we wouldn't be in this situation at all.

Ma'am, I'm on it.

We're calling in the experts.

Oh, goody.

Experts of what, exactly?

Some Watergate-era Ghostbusters?

There are divisions of this government

- you know nothing about.
- Oh.

You think this is the first time

we've ever experienced

something unusual in this place?

I want a name.

What is the name of
the expert you called?

Dr. Carol Lindstrom, our
expert in the paranormal

from Duke University, is on her way here

at this very moment.

There's someone else
you need to meet first.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

Mrs. Collins, I'd like you to meet

the president's double, Randall Jenkins.

Ma'am.

I'm sorry.

It is a pleasure to meet you,

and I hope I'm not
too forward when I say

I hope I can be a port in your storm.

That's it. That's all.

As you are both aware,
when a president dies

due to a private, unforeseen event,

it is the duty of the administration

to contrive a narrative
that is more readily accepted

by the public.

That is, to prevent
political instability

in other branches of government
as well as to maintain

the faith and trust

in our highest democratic institution.

The truth is,

presidential doubles are sometimes used,

in appropriate circumstances, of course.

Unfortunately, this is one
such circumstance, ma'am.

Enshrined in the oath
of office your husband...

You think my kids can't
tell an impersonator

- from their own father?
- Enshrined in the oath

of office your husband took was

to faithfully execute the office

of the President of the United States.

Like every president
who came before him,

he was aware of the possibility,

and he agreed to it, if
ever it became necessary.

Now, of course, we will
protect your children

from James's death
for as long as we can.

[DOOR CLICKS]

Ah, just who I wanted to see.

As I was saying, Mr.
President, as tumultuous

as these last few weeks have been...

and you haven't been feeling
your best lately... we felt...

[COUGHING]

That your schedule should be
adjusted for the next few days

to give you some more downtime.

Happy to help, Mr. President.

What about the expert from Duke?

When will she be here?

Mrs. Collins, these last few weeks

have been a terrible stress on you.

Why don't we get you something to eat?

♪

Hi.

- Hi.
- How are you?

I'm pretty good. How about you?

- [THUNDER RUMBLES]
- What's wrong?

I don't know, I just...

I have a really bad feeling about this.

Chucky runs on bad feelings.

Hey, we're the heroes, remember?

I'm not gonna let some
assh*le take you away from me.

They'll die trying.

[SOFT MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS] Okay.

- [THUNDER RUMBLES]
- Hey.

Hey, it's them again. They're back.

[THUNDER CRACKS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Oh, I just love a good sequel.

Don't you?

So what are we gonna watch tonight?

You said you had the
hookup for the stuff

that hasn't hit the theaters yet, right?

Oh, yeah. Definitely.

We get all the latest.

Cool.

Like what?

Oh, we could watch the new Marvel.

[GROANS]

Oh, really? Not into action, huh?

How about, like, a rom-com or horror?

ALL: No.

[CHUCKLES]

Anything but that.

I mean, it's whatever. You can choose.

Cool.

Hey, come on. Play something for me.

- Oh, Lexi...
- Come on.

You think she actually likes him?

Honestly, I think she kind of does.

Come on, please.

Didn't see that one coming.

Just play something, anything.

[SIGHS]

- Please?
- Okay.

[PLAYING BLUE OYSTER CULT'S
"[DON'T FEAR] The Reaper"]

Oh, my God.

♪ All our times have come ♪

♪ Here but now they're gone ♪

♪ Seasons don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Nor do the wind,
the sun, or the rain ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, take my hand ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ We'll be able to fly ♪

♪ Don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪

BOTH: ♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

Grant.

Hi, Mrs. Collins.

Uh, President. Mrs. President.

Mrs. Collins is fine.

Devon. Jake.

[WHISPERING] I didn't
know you had company over.

But you said it was okay, remember?

Sorry.

Of... of... of course.

It must have slipped my mind.

Uh, is Dad home yet?

No, he's probably working late, sweetie.

Why don't you kids relax,

and we can order
something from the kitchen?

Yeah?

Is he staying for dinner?

[CHUCKLES] Thank you, but no.

I'm much too busy.

Oh, damn.

Maybe next time.

[SOFT TENSE MUSIC]

So what's the plan, Mr. Pryce?

Because now I have four nosy
teenagers running around.

Oh, not to worry, ma'am.
Everything is in motion.

But I will need you
to keep an eye on them

while I get Randall situated.

Situated?

He's coming here?

That's out of the question.

I can't have my
children seeing that man.

Agreed.

Randall will be staying in
the Lincoln bedroom for now.

He knows to be discreet.

I can have guards
stationed outside the door,

just in case.

No, no. No more guards.

As you wish, ma'am.

What do you think I should tell my boys?

It's only a matter of
time before they figure out

their father's never coming home.

[THUNDER CRACKS]

This has got to be the best pizza

I've ever had in my life.

Thanks, Mrs. Collins.

You want more?

How about breadsticks, ravioli, oysters?

They can make literally
anything, right, Mom?

Mom?

I'm sorry, honey. What's that?

Never mind.

♪

So when's Dad coming home?

Your father isn't feeling very well.

Um... I hope he feels better.

Well, earlier you said he was at work.

He was.

But now he's sick? Since when?

Grant, I'm sure your
friends would rather

talk about something else.

I just want to know, which is it?

Is he working late or is he sick?

If he's sick, why isn't he home?

♪

Where is Henry?

He's just playing in his room.

Yeah, he's taking care of his doll.

What's wrong with his doll?

It's dying.

I need a cigarette.

What? Mom.

[THUNDER CRACKS]

You don't smoke.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[THUNDER CRACKS]

♪

Hey, where the hell do
you think you're going?

[COUGHING] I'm dying, so excuse me.

[COUGHS]

What is all this? [MACHINES BEEPING]

How sick are we saying he is?

Optics, Madam First Lady.

Reporters saw us
dragging in the machines

to the White House.

It's imperative that
the public doesn't ask

too many questions, so
they can fill in the blanks

on their own.

Buys us time.

We good?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Good night, Mrs. Collins.

Try to get some rest.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Mr. Jenkins, don't let
the kids see you in here.

If you need to leave...
and you shouldn't...

avoid the hall where our rooms are.

They can't see you
under any circumstances.

Do you understand me?

Yes, ma'am. Of course.

Uh, ma'am?

Yes?

I'm truly sorry about
Mr. Collins, your husband.

When I was a kid, I was
fascinated by politics.

I even wanted to be president one day.

But I was never good at school.

But I was always good at, you know,

pretending to be other people.

Look, I know this is unusual...

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

So? Where is it?

[THUNDER CRACKS]

♪

Now, what's my birthday?

Joseph, you were born
on Leap Year, remember?

[BEEPING]

[LOCK CLICKS]

♪

Is this part of the game?

Yeah.

But we're just getting to the best part.

Could this night get
any f*cking weirder?

[SIGHS] f*ck it.

Your family is in danger.

Your brother's doll is alive.

His name is Chucky, and
he's a serial k*ller.

He m*rder*d all of our parents,

and he k*lled all those
people on Halloween.

And who knows how many others?

On top of that, he's the only one

who knows where my sister is.

Is that why you're so obsessed

with my brother and his doll?

'Cause you think it's alive?

So you used me to get some rare toy?

Honesty, right?

We did use you, and I'm sorry.

But... I also like you, a lot.

And I don't want Chucky
hurting you or your family.

We all know what it's like

to lose someone to that monster,

so can we please just skip over

that whole teen movie drama
moment where you're mad at me

and find that redheaded freak
before he does any more damage?

We need you.

Grant, I need you.

We know it's a lot to take in.

But right now, we need to find Chucky.

♪

He's with my brother. [THUNDER RUMBLES]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

♪

Mrs. Collins?

Daddy, what are you doing in here?

♪

Hey, Henry.

[THUNDER CRACKS]

I don't think you're
supposed to be in here, bud.

Daddy, are you sick too?

♪

[CHUCKLES] God, look at you.

You don't even look like him.

Joseph, what are you doing?

Stop calling me "Joseph."

My name is f*cking Chucky.

And I'm going for the nukes.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Evening, Mr. President.

Hey.

Um...

Henry had a bad dream,

something about ghosts
in the situation room,

so I was just gonna take him down there

and show him, you know, no ghosts.

[GASPS]

♪

Yes, sir, Mr. President.

♪

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

[THUNDER CRACKS]

Mr. Jenkins, what are you...

♪

James.

I'm so sorry for everything.

♪

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDING]

♪

[SCREAMING] [THUNDER CRACKS]

[GASPS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Is everything okay, Mr. President?

[g*n RATTLES]

Yeah, fine.

♪

All the same, I should
report your position.

Eagle is on the move with Baby Eagle.

We are headed to... [g*nsh*t]

[SCREAMS]

♪

You know, I don't even like g*ns.

Actually, I was k*lled with a g*n.

Several times.

They're so f*cking dangerous.

And they're so impersonal.

But sometimes you're in a hurry, so...

You do your best. [CHUCKLES]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Sir.

[g*nshots]

[MOANING]

[g*n CLICKS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

I've just severed his frontal
lobe from his thalamus,

so he's fully aware when I do this.

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

♪

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

Holy sh*t.

Stay the course.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

It's okay.

♪

Coop!

Coop, where are the kids?

Ma'am, do not come down
here. We have a situation.

♪

Do you believe us now?

No.

You will.

♪

I didn't sign up for this sh*t.

♪

Now, let's start World w*r III.

♪

Good evening, Mr. President.

This is North American
Aerospace Defense Command.

Stand by for step one.

Gold code authentication.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Sir, we're ready.

[BEEPS]

Alpha 17, delta 823,

sigma 11...

Gamma.

Gold code authentication granted.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Stand by for step two,
iris verification.

♪

[SCREAMING]

[DEVICE WHIRRING]

Iris verification granted.

Standing by for step three,
coordinate verification.

My mother never thought
I'd amount to anything.

Course, that might be 'cause
I k*lled her when I was seven.

But... made it, Ma!

Top of the world!

[LAUGHS]

And what a beautiful world.

I could almost cry.

Okay, let's see.

Why don't we start with Moscow,

Pyongyang,

and the 90th parallel north?

Isn't that the North Pole?

There's nobody there.

I want to go to my grave

knowing that every kid lucky
enough to survive Armageddon

will know there's no
such thing as Santa Claus.

What?

[BEEPS]

Moscow, Pyongyang...

And the 90th parallel north.

[CHUCKLES] [COUGHS]

Yes, sir.

Refining target coordinates, sir.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[GROANS]

[ALARM BLARING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

♪

[INAUDIBLE]

- Henry!
- Hey! Hey!

[INAUDIBLE]

[COUGHING]

♪

Are you okay?

Where the hell is my sister?

Come on.

[GASPS]

Tell me, you delusional,
nuked-up ginger!

Or what? You'll k*ll me?

Too late, nimrods.

[WHEEZING] I'm almost dead.

And guess what.

I've never been happier.

Now I'm gonna share that special feeling

with the whole wide world.

Make sure you're getting
this in 8K, Devon.

I want everyone to see
how gorgeous I looked

all the way to the end.

The end of civilization.

The end of life as we know it.

By the time I'm through,

I'll have 8 billion victims.

I'll be gone, too, but
I'll forever be known

as the biggest serial k*ller in history,

human or otherwise.

Take another step, Little Caesar.

I'll blow that haircut
right off your stupid head.

Standing by for our fourth
step, Mr. President.

Ready to launch on your command, sir.

Come on, Mr. President.

Ready to make history?

♪

[GRUNTS]

[GASPING]

♪

- What are you doing?
- He's my only way to Caroline!

He's gonna start World w*r III!

[GASPS] [g*nsh*t]

[GASPS]

Henry, Grant, are you okay?

No, no, no! Not yet!

I need more time.

[GROANING]

Oh, what a world! What a world!

Mr. President?

Abort.

Abort, m*therf*cker.

[BEEPS]

Abort.

I repeat, abort.

Target Moscow, revoked.

Target Pyongyang, revoked.

- 90th parallel...
- f*ck Santa!

[ALARM BLARING]

♪

Detonation successful, Mr. President.

Oh, my God.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Hey, it's okay.

This is officially an
accidental detonation.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

It's not over, Lexi.

We're gonna find Caroline.

How?

He's f*cking dead.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Mommy, who is that?

That's not Daddy.

Mom?

Get NATO on the line.

Lock this sh*t up.

- No, you stay away from us.
- Mrs. Collins...

I don't want you
anywhere near my children.

Do you understand?

♪

[DARK MUSIC]

♪

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

♪

[CACKLING]