Child's Play 3

This is Andy Barclay.

Eight years ago, he touched off the scandal

that nearly crippled this company,

claiming that his Good Guy doll, Chucky,

was possessed by Charles Lee Ray,

the notorious Lakeshore Strangler.

Now I ask you, ladies and gentlemen,

after all the lawsuits and negative publicity,

when the company is finally getting back on its feet again,

where is the wisdom in putting the Good Guy back on the market?

Mr. Sullivan, before any of this happened,

the Good Guy outsold all our other toys two-to-one.

Even now, interest in the marketplace is at its peak.

The factory is up and running again.

We should be in stores by next week.

We cannot let the fantasies of one disturbed boy

influence company policy.

Well, what if the doll somehow affects

another child in a negative way?

You could have a public relations nightmare on your hands.

You know, one of the hardest things about this business

is that it is a business.

It doesn't matter what we're selling.

Whether it's cars, nuclear weapons, or, yes, even toys.

The bottom line is the bottom line.

And what are children, after all, but consumer trainees?

Andy Barclay is ancient history.

No one remembers him. Nobody cares.

I have made up my mind.

We're moving ahead.

Thank you.

- Okay. - All right.

Mr. Sullivan.

If there's nothing I can say to convince you,

then I must go on record with my position.

I'm completely against this.

Your position is crystal clear, Miles,

and you can be sure I won't forget.

Just a minute, folks! Please.

Mr. Sullivan, we have a little surprise for you.

The guys at the factory sent this over.

And we all wanted you to have it.

It's the first one off the assembly line.

The Good Guy of the '90s!

Well, if there's nothing else, I'm gonna get going.

Fine.

It's just, my wife's expecting me.

It's our anniversary.

Fine, Petzold.

Well, I guess I could review the Larrabee report after dinner.

Good night, Mr. Sullivan.

Good night.

Well, despite a downdraft in the bond market,

stocks were able to post a rally on Friday,

thanks to a couple of different factors.

Not only did the stronger-than-expected employment report

allay some recession fears,

but also there was a technical rebound in stock,

short covering, program buying,

and the resurgence in the deal stocks

help set the tone for rally on the Street.

Here's a look at the numbers now.

For Friday, the Dow Industrial's up sixteen and two-thirds.

Of the highs of the day,

the transportation average up a little better than three.

Utilities bouncing up a point to pass at 12, at 22, 61, 78.

S&P 500 Cash are better than two

with the margin peaking up almost two and a half

with the premier ending at 1.59.

New York Stock Exchange index up 1.23,

volume backing off a bit at 164 million shares.

Advances beat declines just about

nine-to-five on the New York Stock Exchange.

The up volume 103 million shares, the down volume 39...

In just a moment's time...

Well, shit.

Ah.

And bonds headed south

on the stronger-than-expected economic data,

which served to bolster the US dollar.

The Dollar Index up a quarter point.

Hi, my name is Larry.

Hi, my name is Pauly.

Hey, wanna play?

Hey, wanna play?

I like to be hugged.

I like to be hugged.

Hi, my name is Larry.

Hi, my name is Pauly.

Hey, wanna play?

Hey, wanna play?

I like to be hugged.

I like to be hugged.

Hi, my name is Larry.

Hi, my name is Pauly.

Hey, wanna play?

Hey, wanna play?

I like to be...

Don't fuck with the Chuck!

Oh, my God.

Bull's-eye!

Just like the good old days.

Nothing like a strangulation to get the circulation going.

You're my only ticket out of here, Andy.

I got to get out of this goddamn body.

Where are you, you little shit?

Inward, hut!

Come on. Come on, yeah! You can do it!

Come on. You can do it, Jackson, hurry up.

Yeah! Move. Yes!

Come on. Let's go. Yeah! Come on.

Get moving! Go to the end of the line!

[see that for the past eight years

you've been in one foster home after another.

Mind if I ask why?

They took me away from my mother.

She's, uh... under special care.

I know that.

I meant how come you never got settled anywhere?

Adjustment problems.

I can read, Barclay.

I'm asking you.

I never felt comfortable with those people.

They weren't family, they were strangers.

All right, listen up, Barclay.

I'm willing to cut you some slack because you've had it so rough,

but you're a troublemaker.

And I got a real problem with troublemakers.

They don't fit into the system.

So here's my advice.

Grow up, you're not a kid anymore.

It's time to forget these fantasies of killer dolls.

Yes, sir.

"When I was a child, I thought as a child.

But when I became a man, I put away childish things."

First Corinthians.

Look alive, Barclay, on your feet!

At Kent, we take bedwetters and turn them into men.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Oh, yes!

We're seeing some skin now, aren't we?

Presto! You're bald.

Always feels a little weird at first.

Next.

Kiss it goodbye.

You know, the Romans invented the military cut.

You know why?

Why?

To keep their hair short

so their enemies couldn't grab ahold of it in battle

and slit their throat.

Now, hold still.

Oh, shit.

We 're back, and we 're better than ever.

No one will play with me.

Uh-oh. There's a friend in need.

Hey, cheer up!

Who are you?

I'm a Good Guy.

Good Guy! Good Guy! Good Guy! Good Guy!

I've just come from the Good Guy Clubhouse,

and I'll be your friend till the end.

You will?

Wow!

Sure I will.

Hidey-ho!

So, all aboard for high-flying fun with me, your friend till the end,

the Good Guy doll from Play Pals.

Come on, man!

Are you okay?

The bastards! Fucking bastards!

What happened?

Shelton, that's what happened.

Shelton and his goddamn lackeys.

Thank you. I'm fine.

I'm Andy.

You must be new.

Otherwise you'd know they don't tolerate any form of individuality here.

Certainly nothing so personal as the first name.

Yeah, right, I forgot. Barclay.

Whitehurst. Harold Aubrey, for the record.

So, who's this Shelton?

Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Brett C. Shelton.

He's God around here.

Don't expect any mercy from him.

Welcome to hell, Barclay.

All present and accounted for, sir.

Thank you, Major Ellis.

You're the new boy, huh?

Yeah.

How you doing?

Pretty good.

Who said you could look at me?

Do you know who I am?

Shelton?

That's Lieutenant Colonel Shelton to you, asshole!

Lieutenant Colonel Shelton.

No. Lieutenant Colonel Shelton,

sir.

Lieutenant Colonel Shelton, sir.