Child's Play 2

Good morning, Mr. Sullivan.

I have a meeting in a few minutes

with some very jittery stockholders, Mattson.

I hope you have good news for me.

Yes, sir. I do, sir.

Every supermarket tabloid in the country

is running headlines about Andy Barclay and his killer Good Guy doll.

What about his mother and the police that were on the case?

The police were smart. They denied everything,

which is fine because now they can't hurt us.

But the mother's a different matter.

She backed up her boy's story in court,

so now she's under psychiatric observation.

Jesus. Where's the boy now?

Midtown Children's Crisis Center. Foster custody is pending.

My stomach hurts, Mattson. Is this what you call good news?

Yes... No. I'm getting to that, sir.

Our biggest problem has been the rumors. A lot...

Good morning, Mr. Sullivan.

A lot of people are saying that some joker here at the company

must have tampered with the doll's voice cassette, you know?

"Hi. I'm Chucky. I'm the Lakeshore Strangler.

"And now I'm gonna kill you." Something like...

Well, something like that.

But the good news, Mr. Sullivan,

is that now we've got the doll.

We've rebuilt it from head to toe.

A lot of it was burned to a crisp, but everything checks out,

the voice cassettes, the servomechanisms.

We've found absolutely nothing.

This is a quality control report.

I'm sure it will make the stockholders very happy.

I want to see the doll for myself.

Absolutely.

Gentlemen, Mr. Sullivan's here. We ready?

Well, give us a minute. We're not used to making them manually.

- What's wrong? - I don't know, it's stuck.

Just"

They'll have this worked out.

Oh, Jesus!

Andy, you still dreaming about Chucky?

Sometimes.

- You want to talk about it? - No.

Come on, Andy. Remember what I told you?

Talking helps make

- the nightmares go away. - Nightmares go away.

Well, Chucky was trying to take over my soul.

Why?

He was this bad man who got inside my Good Guy doll,

so he wouldn't have to go to hell.

But then he wanted to get inside me.

Why, Andy?

'Cause if he stayed inside the doll too long,

he'd be trapped in there.

He needed me 'cause I was the first person he told his secret to.

What secret?

That his real name was Charles Lee Ray.

Boy, that's a scary dream.

It was.

You know, dreams can't hurt you.

Dreams aren't real.

- Right? - Right.

Here.

In there.

Let's hurry up.

Mattson, I don't care what it takes. Put a lid on this.

Yes, sir. That's not a problem. I'll take care of this.

Listen to me.

You smother this or you're out of here in 24 hours. You got that?

Yes, sir.

Now, if you will excuse me, I've got a meeting I've got to get to.

As far as the stockholders and I are concerned,

this matter is finished.

Yes, sir.

Uh, what do you want me to do with the doll?

Stick it up your ass.

Naturally, he was badly traumatized by the murders,

but they bounce back pretty fast at that age.

Poor kid.

What Andy needs now is a normal family environment, a fresh start

and a chance to forget the past.

Since you two have done so well with so many kids,

we were hoping you might foster him until his mother recovers.

- There's always room for one more. - Mm.

What's that supposed to mean?

Uh, well...

He seems normal enough, but how has all this affected him?

Well, in order to come to terms with

something he couldn't possibly understand,

he turned it all into a kind of fairy tale.

He insisted his doll was responsible.

He said it was possessed by the soul of Charles Lee Ray.

Who?

The Lakeshore Strangler.

He murdered a dozen people in this series of ritual voodoo killings.

Are we even qualified to take care of a boy like this?

Well, I understand your concern, Mr. Simpson,

but I'm sure you can see that this is just a child's way

of coping with a difficult situation.

Andy's fine now.

He just wants to get on with his life.

So, Andy, what do you like to eat?

All kinds of things.

Well, what's your very favorite food in the whole wide world?

Chocolate.

Besides chocolate.

Mm. My mom used to fix me eggs for breakfast. I like eggs.

You got it. We should stop at the store.

- Uh, the one down here? - Yeah, the organic...

You're in luck, Andy. Joanne's a terrific cook.

You like sushi? You know what I mean by...

Phil, look out!

Jesus Christ!

Look out for the car.

Hey, wait up.

Make yourself comfortable, Andy.

Thanks.

Well, I have to get back to the office this afternoon.

I thought that you'd done everything.

Ah-ah-ah...

First rule. Don't touch the old stuff.

Sorry.

Well, that's okay. No foul.

It's just that we collect this junk,

and a lot of it's kind of fragile.

- You like it? - Uh-huh.

It's been in my family for three generations.

My grandmother gave it to my mother, and my mother gave it to me.

And who are you gonna give it to?

Why don't you take this upstairs and explore?

I'll be up there in a minute.

Okay.

What do you think?

Oh, I'll get used to him.

Jesus. Did you ever hear of knocking?

Andy, did you find...

What? Are you crazy? Give them to me.

Come on, Joanne.

Phil will shoot you if he catches you again.

Andy, this is Kyle. She's staying with us, too.

Charmed.

Kyle, what is this?

You've been here three weeks. Why haven't you unpacked?

What for?

I've never spent more than a month in any home.

With that attitude, I can see why.

Come on. Put these things away,

and then would you do me a favor and help me get dinner started?

Can't. Got to work tonight.

Kyle, that's the third night in a row.

I'd really like it if you'd spend a little time with the family.

I need the money. I'm gonna be on my own next year.

Yes, well, until then, you're with us, okay?

- Come along, Andy. - Bye.

I think you'll be very happy here.

This is your room, right here.

I made those curtains just for you.

I bet blue is your favorite color.

Take a look around. I'll start to unpack.

Wow!

I thought you might like those. Um... There's more in the closet.

Before dinner, we'll go explore the backyard.

And, later, I'll read you some stories.

Would you like that?

There are lots of kids your age in the neighborhood, Andy.

I'm sure you're gonna make all sorts of new friends.

Hey, hey, hey!

Andy, rule number two, no running in the house.

It's only a doll. Andy, are you listening to me?

Oh, Andy, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that was in there.

We've had so many kids here, it's hard to keep track of everything.

I'll get rid of it.

Hi, I'm Tommy. And I'm your friend till the end.

Why don't we get settled in, and then we'll have some dinner, okay?

Shit.

Hello, Gabriella. Guess who?

That's right.

The vodka? Oh, the vodka.

Of course I remembered the vodka.

Two-week anniversary. You think I'd forget the vodka?

I know what that does to you.

Okay, well, wait for me.

On my way. Yeah.

Shit.

I want to play Red Light.

No, Sammy, I don't want to play Red Light now.

I want you to go back to bed right now.

But I'm scared.

There's nothing to be scared of. It's just a storm.

Grace Poole.

Yes, I'm trying to reach Andy Barclay.

Andy no longer lives here. Who is this?

This is his Uncle Charles.

Sorry, cash only.

But that's a gold card. That's just as good as cash.

Not here, it ain't. We don't accept credit cards.

I don't carry cash, okay?

Oh...

Don't move!

Jesus!