Ops! I did it again!
Jesus Christ!
No!
- Oughta a boy! - No, I didn't...
And I thought you weren't ready, kid!
You're a fucking natural!
But he hit the shelf!
And don't worry about your mother, it'll be our little secret.
Say "cheese".
Good morning.
Hi.
We must have really gotten wild last night.
Redman, did we...?
- You don't remember? - No, it's all blur.
- What about you? - I remember you screaming a lot.
I seem to remember that too.
I have that effect on women.
- Really? - Yeah.
Wait, I do remember.
I had the strangest dream.
I dreamt my guardian angel came to me.
She had the sweetest voice I've ever heard.
She told me to respect myself...
and then she asked for my autograph.
Let' see, step number one, admit I have an addiction.
Okay, check.
Step number two, give myself over to a higher power?
Whatever.
Here we go.
Step number nine: The recovering addict...
must make amendments to anyone he or she has harmed.
- Hello? - Good morning. Is this Ruth Bailey?
- Speaking. - The widow of Robert Bailey?
- Yes, who is this? - Mrs. Bailey...
my name's Tiffany Ray.
You don't know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband.
And I'm so very sorry.
Is this some kind of sick joke?
No, I'm completely serious.
But I want you to know...
I'm recovering now and I've put all of that behind me.
I don't know who you are, but...
Thank you Mrs. Bailey, have a nice day.
I feel better already.
Good morning, Stan.
What is so important you wanted to tell me?
Well, the things is, Jennifer...
I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into me.
So you were saying...
- Forget it. - Okay.
Now, let's see...
what should we do today?
I'm pregnant.
Redman, I said I'm pregnant.
Congratulations. Who's the baby's daddy?
Don't even look at me.
I haven't slept with anyone else...
to advance my career lately.
- Who are you kidding? - It's true, Redman, look.
I know I come off all sluty, but that's for my image.
You think anyone would cast me in these sexy roles...
if they knew I hadn't been laid in a year?
I haven't even slept with my driver yet...
and I think he really likes me.
That's all very touchy and shit, but I'm telling you it can't be me.
Why not?
I had a vasectomy as soon as I got to Hollywood.
I ain't no idiot.
- That's impossible, because... - Hey, Jennifer.
I hate to break it to you...
but I can't hire you if you're pregnant.
That's ridiculous. The character is pregnant.
I know, but I have a very specific vision of Mary.
What can I say? She's gotta be hot.
That pig!
- Recovery Hotline. - Yes, I'm in recovery.
And I'm afraid I'm going to have a slip.
- Can you get to a meeting? - No, it's really not an option.
- I just freak everybody out. - Don't be so hard on yourself.
We're not here to judge you. What's your name?
- Tiffany. - Listen to me, Tiffany.
- I know what you're going through. - You do?
Yes, I do. In fact, I'm gonna let you in a little secret.
- Just last week I had a slip. - Really?
Yeah, and believe me, it was not pretty.
- It never is, is it? - No.
In fact it took me three hours just to clean up the mess.
Oh God, don't remind me.
But I'm not beating myself over it.
- You know why, Tiffany? - Why?
Because Rome wasn't built in a day.
You're right. You're absolutely right.
Hello? Speaking. Who's this?
I understand who you are, I just don't know how you got my number.
Because it's a private number.
Pete Peters? Yeah, I saw him yesterday.
I don't have any relationship with him.
He's a paparazzi who started taking pictures of me...
in compromising positions.
Redman is a director... Oh yeah...
he's a rapper too... he's a rapper director, okay?
Bye-bye.
Jennifer.
Do you mind? I'm on the phone.
There's been another murder.
What? I told where I was.
I was right here all night with Redman.
What? I don't...
You're not telling me I'm a suspect, are you?
Okay. Alright. I'm on my way.
I'm leaving. You can let yourself out.
By the way Redman, drop dead.
Glenda, honey, everything is okay.
It was just a little slip. No need to tell your daddy.
It'll be our little secret, okay?
It's "D" day here in San Quentin.
Who would've thought it would ever come to this?
They're executing Martha Stewart this morning.
I don't think I can take nine months of this shit.
Silly Chucky. It's a voodoo pregnancy. It's accelerated.
How accelerated?
It's 102,7 Kiss FM, LA's number one music station.
Ryan Seacrest, Ally Kay "I don't know if I can't take it" on the way.
We have bad weather on the way, LA, Hollywood.
Bad weather? We're not used to bad weather.
No, we're not.
I'm pretty sure it's gonna affect my whole life.
I'd like to hear more reports on the weather...
This is Joan.
Joan, I'm fat.
- You're not fat. - No, I'm fat, I'm huge!
For the love of Mary, I'm pregnant.
- Oh my God. - No, I should've listened to you.
You said it was evil and I was going to hell.
You're right and now God is punishing me.
- My God. Is it Redman's? - No, it's definitely not Redman's.
- What? - What?
It's definitely not Redman's. What an asshole!
- What makes you say that? - Say what?
- That Redman's is an asshole. - I didn't say, you did.
- No I didn't. - So he's not an asshole?
- Yes he is. - Joan, will you stop doing that?
- Doing what? - Imitating, I don't sound like that!
Yes you do! I do!
Joan, shut up! There's something wrong with me, I'm pregnant, I...
Jennifer, what's wrong?
Nothing, I'm fine.
I heard you scream. I can still hear you screaming.
It's just, "Bound" is on cable.
Gina Gershon is fingering me.
I love this movie, don't you?
Jennifer?
Yeah, that's really interesting, but I gotta go. Bye.
Jennifer?
- Too tight? - Yes.
Ain't no such thing.
What are you doing? Stop it!
What the hell is going on in here?
She came on to me.
- Help me! Somebody help me! - Shut up, asshole!
Somebody help me!
What the hell is this?
We had an agreement, Chucky!
We decided, for the sake of our child...
we weren't gonna do this shit anymore.
No, you decided!
Just like you decided our son was a girl.
- He is a girl! - He's a boy, godamn it!
And he's the most promising killer I've ever seen.
You should've been there, Tiff.
You would've been so proud of him.
- I want a girl! - I want a boy!
You're tearing me apart!
What about what I want?
- What? - What?
Doesn't what I want mean anything at all?
Okay, interesting. Tell us.
What do you want, Sweet Face?
I think I want to be a boy.
Yes! In your face, lady!
But being a girl would be nice too.
- Well, which is it? - I'm not sure.
Sometimes I feel like a boy...
sometimes I feel like a girl.
Can I be both?
- Well, some people... - No way!
But one thing I do know for sure.
I don't want to be a killer.
Glenda, Glen, whatever.
I'm so proud of you.
No matter what happens...
we'll deal with it together, as a family.
Okay, Tiff-san.
Wait a minute!
I'm not gonna let you poison our son's mind...
with your touchy-feely twelve-step bullshit.
If you two don't wanna kill anymore, that's your loss.
But don't look down your noses at me.
I'm not ashamed to be a killer, I'm proud of it.
It's not an addiction, it's a choice.
And it's not something that you should have to hide in the closet.
- Oh dear! - Oh God!
Well, well, well...
Looks like Ms. High and Mighty ain't so perfect after all.
It was just a little slip.
Rome wasn't built in a day, you know?
Besides, the fucker really had it coming.
- And what about my body? - I'll take care of it.
Jennifer, I love you. Jennifer, I love you.
I love you.
- This is Stan. - Hello. It's Jennifer.
Baby, I need your body.
I'll be right there.
Jennifer, if anything happens to me I want you to know...
They really do make a cute couple, don't you think?
It's like my mother always said...
Christ! Enough with your mother already!
I killed that bitch twenty years ago and she still won't shut up.
There, there, won't be long now.
Jennifer!
- Who is it? - Jennifer!
It's that nosy bitch Joan.
I'll take care of her.
I wouldn't want you to violate your delicate sensibilities.
Jennifer!
Jennifer?
Jennifer!
Jennifer?
Oh my God!
Jennifer.
Look out behind you! Joan!
Look, I'm not gonna give you crap.
Nobody is perfect, Tiff.
I've got a few skeletons in the closet myself.
See? Come on, Tiff?
How long did it take to build Rome anyway?
Tiff?
Glen?
Guess again, daddy.
- Glenda? - That's my name.
- Don't you ever hear? - Oh shit!
- What did I miss? - Nothing much.
I just fired Joan.
Looks like you win after all, Tiff.
- Congratulations. - You both win.
I'm a real lady killer, if you catch my drift.
I'm a boned bonus baby.
Jesus Christ Chucky, what did you do to him?
What did I do? At least I spent time with the kid.
Glen, wake up!
Stop it, mommy. You'll wrinkle my dress.
How do you like it? I made it myself.
Like mother, like daughter, right?
Like mother, like daughter. Like mother, like daughter.
Wake up! Right now!
Mom? Dad?
What am I?
Push, Mrs. Tilly. Push!
I'm pushing, you little star fucker!
Pay no attention to little Mrs. Potty Mouth. She's hormone.
Oh my God! It's coming!
I can see it's little head.
What is it? What is it?
- It's a boy. - A boy.
Thank God.
Give me my baby.
Chucky, we're not done here yet.
- What? - Jennifer isn't done.
We've got another one here.
Push, Jennifer. Push!
Push! Push it out!
What's this one?
It's a girl.
Chucky, it's time.
- Give me the power, I beg of you. - Hold it!
Hold it. Chucky. First he has to choose.
I beg your pardon?
Sorry, she has to choose.
We don't have time for this shit. - Wait Chucky!
We have a son and a daughter. Glen and Glenda.
Don't you get it? Maybe they don't have to choose.
- Help! - Hurry Chucky, do the chant!
- Somebody help! - Chucky, do it now!
- Help! Help us! - We won't get another chance.
What are you waiting for, Chucky?
- Help! - Do it! Do it!
Everybody shut up!
I've had it! That's it!
There's a limit to how much I can take.
What are you talking about?
Look around you, Tiff. This is nuts!
And I have a very high tolerance for nuts.
If this is what it takes to be human...
then I'd rather take my chances as a supernaturally possessed doll...
it's less complicated.
- You can't be serious. - As a heart attack.
Think about it. What's so great about being human anyway?
You get sick, you get old, you can't get it up anymore.
I'm not looking forward to that.
Honey, I wanna be Jennifer Tilly.
I wanna be a star.
And I don't wanna be your chauffer.
As a doll, I'm fucking infamous!
I'm one of the most notorious slashers in history.
And I don't wanna give that up!
I'm Chucky, the Killer Doll!
And I dig it!
I have everything I want. A beautiful wife.
A multi-talented kid.
This is who I am, Tiff.
This is me!
Chucky, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about...
I don't know who the fuck you are anymore.
But it's not enough for me.
I want more.
What are you saying?
It's over.
We've gotta get out of here, Sweet Face.
I'm leaving you, Chucky, and I'm taking the kid.
Nobody leaves me! Nobody!
No! No!
Jennifer, I love...
Stan tell me, tell me...
Jesus!
- Oh my God! - My babies!
I just wanna know where they are.
They're fine, Jennifer. They're in the maternity ward.
- Alright... - The important thing for you...
to think about now is getting well so you can get on with your career.
I don't care about my career, I want my babies.
I'm working on it Jennifer, but you're not making it easy.
I already talked to the cops, they cleared me.
They know that you're not a killer...
they didn't say you were mentally competent.
What do you expect after the story you told?
It's true.
I suggest from now on you keep that to yourself.
We'll talk later.
Try to get some sleep.
Wish me luck, Sweet Face. Mommy is gonna be a star.
I can't think of a thing to say. Fuck it!
Give me the power, I beg of you.
Switch! Switch! Switch! Switch!
Nobody leaves me! Nobody!
What can I say?
Honey...
be a good girl...
or boy, whatever.
Don't make the same mistakes your mom and dad made.
Specially your dad.
Let's go.
- Glenda? - No, dad.
It's me, your boy.
Your chipper-filled block.
Are you proud of me now, daddy? Are you?
Oughta boy, kid! Oughta boy!
Glen, there, there.
It's alright. It's alright.
You're gonna be alright.
There, there.
Honey, it's alright.
Yesterday, she gave him a bloody nose and took pictures for showing.
And I'm pretty sure she's been taking money from my purse.
That's ridiculous.
Glen is an angel, an absolute dream. But Glenda...
she's a bad girl, Mrs. Tilly. A very bad girl.
I'm not listening to this.
- I hate that thing. - Some of the kids wanna see her.
- Mrs. Tilly... - What?
I'm afraid of her.
Fulvia, it's only a doll.
I was talking about Glenda.
Fulvia, just exactly are you trying to say?
I can't work here anymore.
- What? - I'm sorry, I just can't.
If you only saw the way she looks at me with such... hate.
Alright Fulvia, if that's what you want.
- We'll miss you. - Thank you, Mrs. Tilly.
God bless.
Mom got her wish. She's a bright shining star.
Now we're the perfect family.
I've learned a lot about myself.
I know I'm not alone. I know I'm not a freak.
And even though we had our differences...
I know my dad really loved me.
Glen sweetheart, come over here.
Sweetheart look, here's another one.
- Who is it from, mommy? - I don't know.
Let's see.
It doesn't say. Strange. Doesn't say who it is.
Sweetheart don't run so fast, you can trip.
So anyway...
he was on a movie, he was gonna go after...