I got the strangler!
Wabash and Van Buren!
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit!
Jack, get the van.
Eddie, help me!
Eddie, don't leave me! God, no!
Give it up, Ray! It's over!
Oh, God, I'm dying.
You hear this, you son of a bitch?
I'm gonna get you for it!
I'm gonna get you...
and I'm gonna get Eddie...
no matter what!
I gotta find somebody.
I don't know. I gotta find somebody.
Give me the power, I beg of you!
I have no friends. 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.
I've just come from the Good Guy clubhouse...
and I'll be your friend to the end.
You will? You mean you'll be my friend now?
Sure, I will.
Hidey-ho.
I saw this one.
All right, Good Guys, that's our ''Good Guy Show'' for today...
but don't go away...
because we've got a very important Good Guy message...
just for you.
Hi, Good Guys. Boy, have I got news for you.
Now you can have your very own Good Guy doll.
That's right. You can have all the adventures...
we have on TV in your very own home.
Good Guys say three different sentences.
We even turn our heads and blink our eyes when you talk to us.
Right, Oscar?
Hi, I'm Oscar, and I'm your friend to the end.
Hidey-ho!
Wow!
Every Good Guy has a name all his own...
so he can be your very own best friend.
So remember to tell Mom and Dad you want a Good Guy.
Perfect for birthdays or just any old time.
And remember, you can buy...
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- Right, Oscar? - Right.
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Mommy, wake up!
- What time is it, Andy? - Wake up.
It's only 6:30 in the morning.
But it's a beautiful day outside. See?
It certainly is. How long you been up, birthday boy?
Since forever.
I made you breakfast in bed.
You did? Oh, God.
Well, thanks.
Well, this looks just excellent.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't I eat this just a little later, okay?
But first I gotta give you your super-duper birthday tummy-gummy.
Come here. Come here.
That's one. How many years old are you today? Two.
Happy birthday, pumpkin.
Thanks. Can we open my presents now, Mommy?
- Yes, we can. - Terrific!
Good morning, Chicago. Leading off at this hour...
Charles Lee Ray, the notorious Lake Shore Strangler...
was shot and killed shortly before 3:00 a.m. this morning on Wabash Avenue.
Can I open this first, Mommy?
Andy, don't you want to start with the smaller one first?
Okay, go ahead.
Well, what do you think? You need these clothes so badly.
I think they're gonna be okay. We'll just take them up a couple inches.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
I know. You want some toys, don't you?
Not boring old clothes.
Try the other one.
What do you think?
I want a Good Guy to go with it.
I know you do, Andy, but I didn't know about it...
in time this month to save up for it.
- Karen. - Hi.
You know that doll you wanted for Andy? It cost 100 bucks.
There was a peddler in the alley behind the store and I think he's got one.
- Why would a peddler have a doll? - Grab your purse. We can get a deal.
- I can't leave. - Do you want it or not?
- Of course. - Then come on.
There he is.
Okay, show her.
Well, is it a Good Guy or not?
It is.
- Well, I told you. - How much do you want?
- Fifty bucks. - Ten and not a penny more.
- Thirty. - That thing is not worth thirty.
Take it or leave it. Somebody else will buy it.
- Take it. - It's too much money.
No, it isn't. You have no idea how much Andy wants this doll.
- But we don't know if it works. - Here you go, lady.
- May it bring you and your kid joy. - Thank you.
Hold on, you!
How do we know the damn thing isn't stolen?
- Steal this! - Steal this yourself.
- Maggie. - I think I dated him.
Come on. We gotta get back to work.
Andy's going to love it!
Nice of you to drop by. Have a nice break?
- Sorry. I was only gone for a minute. - Have a heart, Criswell.
We were downstairs buying her little boy a birthday present.
We have specified break times for activities like that.
Mrs. Howe is sick and we're shorthanded tonight. You have to fill in.
I can't. I have to pick up my son at the day care.
- This is an emergency. - I'll take over for her.
Miss Peterson, you work in shoes, not in jewelry.
You'll have to do it. You can take off at 5:00 but be back at 7:00.
It's my son's birthday.
Are you happy with your job?
Yes, I am.
Then I suggest--
Chill out, would you, Walter?
- I'll take care of Andy. - You can't do it again.
Don't be silly. It'll be the hottest date I've had in months.
I can't imagine why.
- Where are you going? - ''Good Guys'' are on TV.
I may have something better for you.
What?
This isn't groceries.
A Good Guy! I knew it!
I knew you'd get me one!
Show me how he works.
Hi, I'm Andy. What's your name?
Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend to the end.
Hidey-ho.
Wow! He's something, isn't he?
Oh, Mom, thanks.
You're welcome, honey.
- See, that's how you build things. - WDOL with a late-breaking report.
Eddie Caputo, accomplice of Charles Lee Ray...
has just escaped the Michigan Avenue Precinct.
More details to follow on the news at 9:00 next.
Hey, Chucky, you're not watching me.
Hey, want to play?
Time for bed, Andy.
Come on, Chucky. We have to get ready to go to bed.
Aunt Maggie, Chucky wants to watch...
the 9:00 news.
Sure he does.
Okay, kid, off we go.
Come on. There we go.
- Chucky. - Oh, yes, Chucky.
You too. Off we go.
Now it's brush your teeth and under the covers with you.
Okay? Agreed?
Good.
You yell when you're ready for me to tuck you in.
Hey, Chucky, want to see my room?
Andy, are you brushing your teeth?
Yes, Aunt Maggie!
Good.
And now, Action News at 9:00.
In Washington today, the mayor replied...
that he would study the congressional findings carefully...
and have the commission on gang-related violence issue recommendations to him.
Back to you, Steve.
Thank you, Terry.
Police have now clarified the information...
regarding the escape of Eddie Caputo.
Caputo eluded his captors...
while being transferred onto a prison bus on his way to court.
Okay, mister, what do you have to say about this?
- About what? - Come on.
You know, you have to learn that when I say something, I mean it.
- But what did I do? - You know what I'm talking about.
Turning the TV on and putting Chucky in front of it...
when I told you it was time to go to bed.
- I didn't do that. - No? What did Chucky do?
Walk into the living room and turn it on by himself?
Did you do that, Chucky?
Andy, stop it! Under the covers! Hurry.
- But Aunt-- - Under the covers and not another word.
But I didn't put Chucky in front of the TV.
Shh. Enough. Okay?
Give me a kiss.
Good night, baby, and happy birthday.
Good night, Aunt Maggie.
I told you she'd be mad at you if you watched the news.
Andy, is that you?
How did that happen?
Hello?
Hi. How's it going? How's Andy?
- Karen? - Who else? Is something wrong?
No.
Everything's fine.
You don't sound like everything's fine.
I just had a bit of the alone-at-night willies.
Now, would you stop worrying and...
give Criswell a kick in the pants for me.
You got it.
Listen. Thank you for everything. You're a real pal.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Give Andy a kiss for me. See you soon. Bye.
What is wrong with me?
I'm scaring myself half to death.
Get away from this barricade.
Move it back. There's nothing to see.
Let's move this police line back. Go on home, folks, please.
She was on the sixth floor.
Whoa, miss! What are you doing?
I live here.
Mommy!
Oh, thank God.
Are you all right?
I'm so glad. I got so scared when--
What's wrong? Where's Maggie?
- She had an accident. - What kind of an accident?
Mrs. Barclay, I'm Detective Mike Norris, homicide.
Could I talk to you out in the hall?
- Why? What's happened to Maggie? - Please.
I'll be right back.
Look, Mrs. Barclay--
What?
- Miss Peterson's dead, Mrs. Barclay. - What?
- How? - She fell from your kitchen window.
- No! - Whoa.
You all right?
Yes.
Come on.
Do you got any idea what these are?
No.
They look like footprints, don't they? Very small footprints.
- What are you implying? - I don't know.
What would Andy be doing up on the counter, right?
I already checked his closet. None of his shoes matched these prints.
Mommy?
Chucky wanted to know what was going on.
I want you to go to bed. We are very busy.
- But Mom-- - Right now, please.
What's on your feet?
Good Guy pj sneakers.
Wow. Come here.
- Can I see the bottoms of them? - Sure.
Look at this. There's a gun. Is that a cowboy hat?
Andy, get into bed. I'll be in to tuck you in.
- But Mom-- - Right now!
Why are you treating Andy like this?
If he says he doesn't know how those footprints got there, then he doesn't.
Look, somebody made those footprints. If not Andy, then who?
I don't know and I don't care.
I've just lost my best friend to a horrible accident...
and I would like some time alone with my son who I'm sure is just as upset.
I'm sorry.
I'll clear everybody out of here right away.
Hey, guys, you done? Let's go.
Let's go, everybody. Out of here!
What do you think was so important...
about my sneakers, Chucky?
You don't know either, do you?
Let me know if you find anything out about those footprints.
I know who was on the kitchen counter.
- Who, Andy? - Chucky!
Your doll?
That's enough stories for tonight. Back to bed. I mean it!
Good night, detective.
- What? - Are you going to call me?
- You don't give up, do you? - I just-- I hate loose ends.
And I hate people who don't know when stop.
- Ouch. A spirited lady. - No kidding.
I want that autopsy report first thing tomorrow...
and anything you can find out about the Barclays.
You got it! Anything else?
Yeah. Here. Get this to the lab.
I found it in the corner of the kitchen.
- What is this? - Possible murder weapon.
Come on. You're kidding me.
Hey, you are kidding me, aren't you?
Who are you talking to?
Chucky.
Chucky, huh?
Yeah, sure, Chucky.
He's sitting right over there.
Chucky's been talking to you too, hasn't he?
- What's he been saying? - All kinds of things.
His real name is Charles Lee Ray...
and he's been sent down from heaven by Daddy...
to play with me.
He has, has he? Anything else?
Yes. He said Aunt Maggie was a real bitch...
and got what she deserved.
Andy, how can you say something so horrible?
I didn't say it. Chucky did.
Andy, stop it. You know perfectly well that you're making this up!
But I'm not. Chucky's alive. Really, he is.
Chucky-- Chucky's a doll.
He's made of plastic and stuffing.
Look at him. Does he look like anything else?
Don't, you'll hurt him.
Andy, look!
You don't really think that Chucky is alive, do you?
But he is.
Andy, stop it! Please!
It's 'cause of Aunt Maggie you're yelling at me, isn't it?
Yes. Yes, I guess it is.
I'm sorry.
I'll stop making up stories.
Thanks, champ.
Do you want to sleep in with me tonight?
No, it's all right.
I've got Chucky.
Come on, into bed.
Good night, sweetheart.
I love you.
Bye-bye.
You're right, Chucky. She didn't believe me.
Hi. I like to be hugged.
Good. I'd love to hug you too.
You sure you're all right about last night?
No bad dreams about Aunt Maggie?
And Chucky's only a doll, right?
Off to school then. I love you tons.
43rd street. Next stop, 47th.
Is that Eddie's?
Look, you stay here. I have to go tinkle.
I'll be right there, Chucky!
- Mrs. Barclay? - I came as soon as I got your message.
You haven't picked up your son from school?
- I came directly from work. Why? - Let's go into my office.
- Is something wrong with Andy? - Please.
- I don't know how to tell you this. - Tell me what?
Do you have any idea why your Aunt Maggie fell out of that window?
- Yes. - Could you tell me why?
'Cause she saw Chucky and it scared her so much, she fell out.
She did, huh?
So why did Chucky go to see Eddie Caputo?
Mommy!
All right, sweetheart. Come on.
Now listen to me, okay?
Nobody believes you about Chucky.
Unless you start telling the truth right now...
they're going to take you away from me.
You hear that, Chucky?
They're taking me away unless you say something.
Please, say something.
Come on, Chucky! Say something!
Tell me why you lied to me about everything.
Come on, Chucky! Say something!
Tell me!
Hi! I'm Chucky and I'm your friend to the end. Hidey-ho.
Mommy, he's doing it on purpose!
He told me never to tell about him or he'd kill me.
Mrs. Barclay, my name is Dr. Ardmore. I'm from County General.
I've seen more than enough.
Maybe Andy should spend a couple of days with us.
Well, say something, you little bastard.
Say something, damn it!
Hi. I like to be hugged.
"He wants you for a best friend."
Yeah, sure.