Transcript - Bride of Chucky

BRIDE OF CHUCKY
by Don Mancini
Transcripted by Kat/The Chucky Source
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I lack transcripting skills, so please put up with my horrible job. And I lack the spelling skills. This transcript thing was started in June of 2002, lost in July when the computer crashed, and then picked up again in the late May of 2004. It's not yet completed. If you wanna use this, please go to my main site and email me about it. I also probably have names and stuff wrong... Just correct me whenever.



An exterior shot of the Lockport Police Department Evidence Depositiory. Lighting flashes and rain pours. Then a close-up of the plaque that reads �LOCKPORT POLICE DEPARTMENT EVIDENCE DEPOSITORY.�

Next is an interior shot, showing off the cages in which evidence from other crime scenes are held. A police man enters � BAILEY. He walks about the hall, looking for something. He turns a corner to go down another row. Here we see a shot of the entire room. It is filled with these evidence cages, lockers, and a few skeletons.

BAILEY turns to a locker labeled �No. 22408 UNSOLVED.� He puts in a key. From the locker�s POV, we see his face for the first time. He grabs the back and puts a folder in its place. He slams the locker shut.

Next we see a police car driving down an empty road. The shot cuts inside as we see BAILEY looking from the road to the bag many times. He�s curious of what is inside. As the shot cuts to the bag, we hear a dialing noise. As we cut back to his face, we see a cell phone lifted to his head. As he waits for the person to pick up, he looks to the bag again, which we see another shot of. It rings once as BAILEY reaches for the BAG.

MYSTERY WOMAN: Hello.

BAILEY: Hey, I�m on my way, and don�t forget my money!

MYSTERY WOMAN: See you soon. And Bailey? Don�t you forget.

There is the sound of a large truck�s horn. We see the oncoming semi and Bailey�s worried face as he pulls back into the lane, narrowly missing other cars.

BAILEY: Shit�

MYSTERY WOMAN: (laughing) Curiosity killed the cat.

BAILEY hung up the phone and threw it down on the seat.

BAILEY: Bitch.

His car drives on.

A lighted cigarette. A burning flame. A lighter that is engraved with �To Bailey.� Lighting cracks as we pan the room in which the police car is now in � perhaps an old factory. A bus shares its presence. Rain drips in the windshield. BAILEY waits. He taps his lighter on the dashboard, and then looks at the bag. Curiosity takes over. He looks around, still tapping his lighter. He reaches for the bag and�

BAM. The radio screams on just as he touches it. Perhaps a warning? He struggles to turn it off and gather his wits back about him.
BAILEY. Jesus Christ.

He flicks the radio off and promptly returns his gaze to the bag. He pulls off the tag. He opens the bag. He looks inside. We see his face from the bag�s POV. He silently mouths �What?� and we see a hand reach for the back of his head. It pulls him back and he escapes from the bag�s range of vision.

He is slashed with a knife to the neck by a hand with a large diamond ring on it. BAILEY brings both hands to his neck, blood pours over his hands. He gurgles and screams. A bloody hand slams onto the horn. From under the car, we see his body tilt out of the open car door, his head nearly hitting the ground, blood still dripping from his neck. From behind a wheel (still in the POV of under the car) we see two feet walking, in high heels. Obviously a woman. As she reaches the other side of the car, the camera slowly pans upward, the hero pan, and we see a WOMAN in fishnet and a tiny leather skirt, knife in hand. Before we see her face, we see her file her nails with this knife. Her face now in sight, we cut into her filing her middle finger. Back to her face, she tastes the blood on her finger.

CUT to her looking inside of the window, passenger side, down at the plastic trash bag. She grabs BAILEY�s lighter. She opens it and lights it.

MYSTERY WOMAN. Cool.

She snaps it shut and reaches into the bag and ruffles about it.

We pan downward upon the WOMAN, now seeing that she has the tangled remains of a doll�s face in her hands.

MYSTERY WOMAN. Well hello, dolly�

As Rob Zombie�s Living Dead Girl plays, we see an upward pan, another hero shot, of this WOMAN walking away from the police car, bag in hand. From the open police door, we pan up and out, to show the entire area with the WOMAN still walking. Back to a close-up shot, out the door. Finally, a long shot of the entire area again, a tiny woman at the tiny door, with the bag. At the first start of vocals �BRIDE OF� scrolls across the screen. Then fleshy chunks fly from around the screen to form the word �CHUCKY.�

The shot pans down upon a trailer park, rain still beating down. Inside a single trailer now, the shot pants from left to right over a shelf of dolls. It pans up and to the left over another series of shelves of dolls. Now it pans down, more dolls, and now a framed article. �KILLER FINALLY DEAD.� An article pertaining to Charles Lee Ray and his death. More and more framed articles. �SERIAL KILLER FATALLY SHOT.� �SERIAL KILLER RAY GUNNED DOWN IN CHICAGO TOY STORE.� �VICTIM�S DOLL POSSESSED BY KILLER�S SOUL.� A close-up of a doll�s face and the article. What can be read is:
�KILLER FINALLY DEAD; VICTIM�S FAMILIES PRAISE POLICE. (Chicago) The serial killer known in the media as the �Lakeshore Strangler� who has� the screen cuts the rest off, but the other side of the article is readable. �strangest moment of my career as law enforcement officer.� Norris said. �Just after I shot him, he shouted that he was � going to get me no matter what. � Then the thunderstorm came up and the store was hit by a bolt of lightning. It was like something out of a horror movie.� Cut off again. Next a shot with the dead Charles Lee Ray �Serial Killer Fatally Shot.� �Boy claims doll possessed by Killer�s Soul.�

We see arms open a trunk, filled with doll parts. It�s the woman from the phone call and the murderer of BAILEY. She pauses for a moment before hurriedly ripping through the trunk, ripping out certain doll parts. A shot of her face. She is rushed; excited. She finds just what she is looking for, an arm. She smiles at it. Other doll parts are dumped to the ground. We see them bounce slightly. Next, a needle with thick thread pushing through the skin-like plastic of something. The WOMAN sewing together the torn up face of the first doll. Concentrating hard. Next sewing together a hand. The strings are pulled tight and cut. A staple gun is used to re-apply the hair to the scalp. It�s clothes are put on, a torn jean jumped with �Good Guy� written on it. Oh, the irony. Shoes are put on and tied. Arms are popped back into place. From the WOMAN�s mouth, out comes its eye. This is seen from inside of the dolls face as she takes it out of her mouth and mooshes it into the eye socket. She lays back, pleased at what she is looking at. An upward pan. First shoes, damaged clothes, finally followed by the stitched up face of no one other than Chucky. From the picture of his deformed, yet strangely cute face, fades in a picture of a large house, well lit. A silver car approaching it. A MAN in a tux and with an umbrella in hand gets out and shuts the door behind him. The music is still playing. He knocks and just as the door opens, the music is abruptly cut off.

CHEIF KINCAD, JADE�S UNCLE is at the door.

KINCAID. Hello. I�m Chief Kincaid, Jade�s uncle.

DAVID. David Collins, nice to meet you sir.

They shake hands.

KINCAID. David, come on in.

DAVID steps inside. We see the door shut in our faces.

Now, inside of the hallway of the home, facing the stairs.

KINCAID. Jade! David�s here!

He turns and smiles at David.

KINCAID. Well, I�ve been hearing only good things about you, David. I understand you�re off to Princeton next fall.

DAVID. Yes, sir.

KINCAID. What�re gonna study?

DAVID. Theater arts.

KINCAID. Mmhm, but on an athletic scholarship, right? Playing hockey?

DAVID. Figure skating.

KINCAID. .. Mmhm� JADE!

DAVID winces as CHIEF screams for JADE.

JADE ascends from the staircase.

JADE. Warren, don�t scream.

JADE stands beside CHIEF.

JADE. Hi�

DAVID. You look great.

KINCAID. Jade, I have to tell you. This guy is a big improvement over the last one. I think your mother and father would�ve agreed.

JADE. My parents liked all my friends. I�ll be home by midnight.

DAVID. She�s in good hands, sir.

DAVID and JADE walk toward the door.

KINCAID. Uh. You forget something?

They both slowly turn, scared, to face KINCAID. KINCAID points. DAVID looks down.

DAVID. OH! This is for you.

DAVID hands JADE a corsage. SHE takes it.

JADE. Oh. I love lilies.

DAVID. Actually, it�s an orchid. Uhh. A cymbidium orchid. You put it in a vase and drop an aspirin in it and it�ll last you the whole week.

DAVID looks over at the questioning look on CHIEF�S face.

DAVID. Or� So I heard. Nice meeting you.

DAVID and JADE turn, JADE whimpering, and head out the door. As KINCAID watches him, a fly buzzes and hits his ear. He swipes at it. We see the car pull out, away from the house. We cut back to KINCAID, dialing a phone.

KINCAID. [into the phone] She just left.

The car is driving down a road. Heavy clouds threaten overhead. Inside of the car� JADE looks into the backseat. She squeals when her boyfriend, JESSE, reaches around for her.

JESSE. You look beautiful.

As they kiss, he pulls her into the back seat with him.

JESSE. So Warren fell for it?

JADE. Mmhm.

They laugh, and JADE reaches around to speak in DAVID�s ear.

JADE. David made quite an impression. I think Warren�s in love.

DAVID. Yuck. Not my type. I�m so over that whole uniform thing.

As the car crosses a bridge, noticed behind it is a police car. It flashes its light and sounds the siren.

DAVID. Christ. It�s Needlenose.

They pull over. From within the police car, NEEDLENOSE, grins, is about to get out, when it starts to pour down raining. He smiles even more, grabs a hat, and then gets out of the car. He walks toward the kids� car. He shines a flashlight within.

NEEDLENOSE. [chuckling} Gotcha!

The scene cuts to the trailer. The woman�s trailer. She is laying down a pentagram in yellow powder on her floor. The stitched up Chucky is placed in its center. The shot flips to the woman reading �Voodoo For Dummies.� Lightning flashes as she begins to chant.

WOMAN. Ade Due Damalla. Ade Due Damalla. Give me the Power I beg of you! Ade Due Damalla. Give me the Power I beg of you! Leveau Mercier du Bois Chailoitte. Secoise Entienne Mais pois de morte. Ade Due Damalla. Awake! �

Nothing happens.

WOMAN. AWAKE!

Still, nothing. She slaps the doll.

WOMAN. Awake! Awake! Awake.

She throws the book behind her.

WOMAN. What a crock.

She blows out a single candle. As she lit a cigarette, a knock came from the door. She opens it. A MAN stands outside in the rain.

DAMIEN. Hey Tiffany!

TIFFANY is this woman�s name.

TIFFANY. What are you doing here?

DAMIEN. Come one, let me in! I�ll catch my death out here!

TIFFANY. Promises, promises.

He shoves his way inside.

DAMIEN. Whoa. Woo. How was your day? [as he takes out his coat]

TIFFANY. Same old, same old.

DAMIEN. Oh, hey! Check it out. [ He pulls out a photograph as he sits, TIFFANY is looking, disappointed and bored, the other way. ]

TIFFANY. What?

DAMIEN. Check it out.

TIFFANY. What is it?

DAMIEN. You mean who is it.

TIFFANY. Who is it?

DAMIEN. You mean who was it.

TIFFANY stares at the picture of a man with a torn up face, blood and gore everywhere.

TIFFANY. [ Gasps ] Oh my god, Oh my god, you really did a number on him, didn�t you? What did you use, was it real bloody? Did he scream a lot? Was he ha � You know Damien, this guy looks awfully familiar. I recognize the nailpolish.

DAMIEN looks down at his fingernails.

DAMIEN. Shit.

TIFFANY. You never actually killed anyone, did you? Did you? Did you? You pathetic worm.

[ She tossed the picture down at the table. ]

DAMIEN. Come on, Tiff, I�m working up to it.

TIFFANY crossed the room, only to realized that she should have stepped on something� She looks down, only to see a smeared pentragram with doll shoe tracks. She turns, looking around for it. All the while, Damien is on the ground, looking for that picture.

DAMIEN. Aw, man. You know, it took me 10 hours to make that thing.

TIFFANY thinks Chucky is under the couch� She stares at the couch, a gleam in her eye.

TIFFANY. Damien?

DAMIEN. Yeah?

TIFFANY. Could you do me a favor and see if my � lipstick is under the sofa, there?

DAMIEN attempts to stand back up.

TIFFANY. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Back on your knees�.

DAMIEN gets down on his knees. Probably thinks that he�s about to get some.

TIFFANY. Crawl� Good boy. Stay down on the floor where you belong. That�s right.

DAMIEN rolls over and looks under the couch. He grasps at nothing more than a few doll parts.

DAMIEN. There�s nothing under here �

BAM! A tarantula lands on the side of Damien�s face.

Both are a bit startled.

TIFFANY. Charlotte�

TIFFANY. She picks up her spider.

TIFFANY. How did you get out? Aww�

TIFFANY places the spider back in its cage. DAMIEN swipes at his face, grossed out.

DAMIEN stands and makes odd �grossed-out� noises. The power is heard going out. Tiffany gets excited. She looks everywhere. When coming up from looking under her bed, DAMIEN crawls onto her bed.

DAMIEN. Tiffany. Well here we are.

TIFFANY stands and starts to walk back to the other part of her trailer.

DAMIEN. How long have we been going out for now?

TIFFANY. ( Distracted ) What?

DAMIEN. Don�t you think you�ve kept me waiting long enough?

TIFFANY. No.

DAMIEN. Oh.

TIFFANY sits down. DAMIEN lays on her bed, facing her.

DAMIEN. You know what the French call an orgasm? [ Tiffany is not paying attention ]. Le petit morte. [ DAMIEN removes his shirt. ] The little death. [ TIFFANY looks at him, kinda scoffs] C�mon Tiffany, lets die a little.

With a thunderclap, Tiffany screams. Chucky has popped out of no where and is now sitting beside her.

DAMIEN joins her in sitting, winching at Chucky.

DAMIEN. Aww. Pfft.

CHUCKY. [in the pre-programmed voice] Hi, I�m Chucky. Wanna play?

DAMIEN. The hell did you get this thing?

TIFFANY. Got him from the cops. It�s the actual doll from those murders. I stitched him together.

DAMIEN. You gotta be kidding me.

TIFFANY. No, I�m not kidding you. Why would I kid you?

DAMIEN. Oh, come on, Tiffany. I knew you were obsessed �

TIFFANTY. No, he�s not �

DAMIEN. - but Chucky? He�s so 80�s. He isn�t even scary.

TIFFANY. Yes he is.

DAMIEN. Look at him. What�re you looking at punk? Lookin� at me?

DAMIEN punched Chucky in the face, then turned him around, and thruster him toward his lap a few times and then throws him into a corner.

TIFFANY. Alright, so I was wrong. I thought he�d make an interesting toy. Damien? Wanna play?

DAMIEN stares at her breasts.

DAMIEN. Okay.

The next scene: Tiffany is strapping DAMIEN down onto the bed with handcuffs.

TIFFANY. First, I do this. Are you ready for a m�nage a trois ?

DAMIEN. What�s that?

TIFFANY. I thought you spoke French. [Bites his side]

DAMIEN. Ow!

TIFFANY sets Chucky on DAMIEN�s chest.

TIFFANY. Now you watch me. Both of you. [ Talking to Damien and Chucky ]

Before the bed, she performs a dance, shaking her booty and what have you.
TIFFANY. You know, Damien. There�s something I never told you about Chucky.

DAMIEN. Don�t tell me Shmucky is one of those dolls who wets his pants.

TIFFANY. Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn�t talk that way about Chucky if I were you. He has a very bad temper. [ She removed one of her gloves ]

DAMIEN. Ooh. [ Mocking ]

TIFFANY. You see, we lived together for years. Of course, that was before the cops killed him. That was before he passed his soul into that doll there. Boy was he ever jealous. Anyone who even looked at me, Chucky would take care of him. Wouldn�t you, Chucky? We were gonna get married. God, was he an incredible lover; the best I�ve ever had.

DAMIEN. Come on, Baby. He ain�t big enough to take care of a woman like you.

CHUCKY�s head spins around to face DAMIEN. Needless to say, DAMIEN is a bit freaked out.

CHUCKY. It ain�t the size that counts, asshole. It�s what you do with it.

He spins and rips DAMIEN�s lip ring out. It bleeds rivers. After much screaming, and lots of the insane Chucky laugh, Chucky puts a pillow over his face while Tiffany watches, laughing. He sits on the pillow.

CHUCKY. [ Casual ] Hi.

TIFFANY. [ Casual ] Hi.

CHUCKY. How you been?

TIFFANY. Okay. You?

CHUCKY. Peachy! Actually, to tell the truth, I�ve been kinda out of it.

TIFFANY. I know, it took me ten years to find you.

CHUCKY [Picking up DAMIEN�s photo]. That is sick. What are you doing with this jerk anyway?

TIFFANY. Ten years is a long time, Chucky. Besides, I was never actually with him. You know me. I�ll kill anybody, but I�ll only sleep with someone I love.

CHUCKY. You look great Tiff.

TIFFANY. Thanks.

CHUCKY. I mean it. I gotta be honest. I always thought you were gonna let yourself go.

DAMIEN�s body finally lies still.

CHUCKY. [ Beckons with his fingers ] C�mere. Yeeah.. [ Chucky opens up his arms, for a hug. ]

TIFFANY. picks him up, the smile. TIFFANY kisses his forehead. CHUCKY gropes her a bit.

TIFFANY. [Teasingly] Stop it!

The scene goes to the pulled over car. The kids are being forced a breathalyzer.

DAVID. Are you satisfied? Can I wait in the car please?

NEEDLENOSE. No.

Another police truck pulls up, sirens and lights, and all.

NEEDLENOSE. [ to Jesse] All right, Boogie Nights, you�re up.

JESSE. This is such a load of shit. You know we haven�t been drinking.

NEEDLENOSE. Well, then you got nothin� to worry about, do you?

Kincaid approaches from his car.

NEEDLENOSE. Evening, Chief. Seems like a false alarm here.

KINCAID. That�s okay, Norton, better safe than sorry, right?

JADE. This is a new low.

KINCAID. For you, too. Get in the car.

JADE. Bite me.

KINCAID. Jade, when you�re 18, you can go to hell for all I care, but until then, I�m stuck with you and I�ll be dammed if I�m going to let you embarrass me by ending up on Jerry Springer with some trailer trash lowlife.

JESSE. You fuck.

KINCAID. But you wont. Not Jade anyway. Not anymore� [ To Jade ] In the car.

JESSE. You can�t keep us from seeing each other.

KINCAID. I�m the Chief of Police, sport. I can do whatever I want. So if, for example, if I were to run a blood test on you tonight and the results made you look like Christian Slater on New Year�s Eve, you think anybody would question me?

JESSE. He�s bluffing.

KINCAID. Try me.

JADE. I wish we really could chose our own families. [ Gives back the bracelet not before mentioned in the DVD, but in the TV version, given to Jade as a family heirloom from Jesse].

KINCAID. David, you keep your orchid dry now, you hear? [ Grabs Jade by the arm ] C�mon, sunshine. [ Pulls to his car ]

NEEDLENOSE. [ Mocking ] Heh heh �Try Me� heh. [ Returns to his car ]
DAVID. Screw him. If I were you, I would take Jade, get the hell out of Dodge, and never look back.

Suddenly, it�s a shot, back in the trailer, of a pan with meatballs.

TIFFANY. Look, Chucky. I made Swedish meatballs, your favorite.

CHUCKY. Honey, you shouldn�t have.

TIFFANY. Well, I want everything tonight to be absolutely perfect.

Next shot is of a playpen being dragged out from under a table.

CHUCKY. Tiff, what the hell is that?

TIFFANY. It�s a playpen, silly, for the nursery. You know, Chucky, I still have the ring.

CHUCKY. What ring?

TIFFANY. The ring, the one you left for me. I found it on the mantle the night you were killed. I�ve never taken it off.

CHUCKY. Oh that? The one I got from Vivian Van Pelt.

TIFFANY. V-Vivian who?

CHUCKY. Vivian Van Pelt. I dumped her in the river, remember? That ring is worth five or six grand, easy.

TIFFANY. You mean you weren�t gonna ask me to marry you? [ She stand and crossed the room, deeply let down� ]

CHUCKY. What�re you, fuckin� nuts? [ Insane laughter ] You thought � [ More laughing ]

TIFFANY. [ Shocked � to her self, whispering ] You haven�t changed. You�ll never change. The hell was I thinking?

CHUCKY. Now the first thing we gotta do is get me out of this body once and for all.

TIFFANY. No. [ Turns � walks toward him again ] I think I prefer you like this. You�re kinda cute. You�re just like a little baby. Is the little baby ticklish? [ She tickles him ] Is he?

CHUCKY. [ Laughing ] Stop!

TIFFANY. Is he? Is he? Is he?

CHUCKY. Stop! Stop! [ More laughing ]

TIFFANY. Okay, mommy�s tired. Time to go to sleep. [ she picked him up. Dropped him into the play pen. Then put a combination lock on it. ]

CHUCKY. Okay, I get it. You�re still hung up on the domestic thing. No problem. We�ll get hitched.

TIFFANY. [ Lighting a cigarette] Sorry, I�m not into short guys. [ Blows smoke into his face. She laughs. He coughs then pulls at the bars, trapped. Tiffany leans against a wall. ] My mother always said love was supposed to set you free. But that�s not true, Chucky. I�ve been a prisoner of my love for you for a very long time. Now its payback time.

CHUCKY. YOU LET ME OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW!

TIFFANY. [ Pulling a curtain to shut the way to her room. ] Sweet dreams, asshole.

TIFFANY lays, crying, holding herself, upon her bed. She takes off the ring for the first time in ten years and throws it to the ground. She takes a pillow off of the face of Damien, who is dead and still chained. She shoves him over a bit, trying to get more room.

BAM. Scene change! Wee. Daylight. Exterior of the trailer. Jesse is shirtless, waxing his truck, which is next-door to Tiffany�s trailer. Tiffany is dragging a large trunk from the trailer. She sits on it, crossing her legs.

TIFFANY [Calling]. Jesse, honey, could you give me a hand with this?

JESSE. [ After trying to hide ] Yeah, okay, uh just a second.

TIFFANY. Thanks, sweetface. I owe you one.

JESSE. Yeah.

TIFFANY. [ She put her hand down, feeling hair. ] Shit! [ She jumped up, spun around, opened the trunk, so that we could see the dead Damien inside, tucked his hair back in, and sat back down on top of it just as Jesse came walking around his truck, pulling on a shirt. ]

JESSE. Hi.

TIFFANY. Hi.

JESSE. So you movin� out already?

TIFFANY. No such luck� Oh, sorry. [ She got off of the trunk ]

JESSE. You want me to put that in the car?

TIFFANY. Yeah, I�m just, you know, taking some stuff to the Goodwill. [ Jesse tries HARD to pick up the trunk. It�s very, very, heavy and he struggles a bit before he can actually pick it up.

JESSE. It�s heavy.

TIFFANY. Ooh, yeah.

JESSE. What do you got in here.

TIFFANY. Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that. Stuff that�s gone out of style. Have you ever looked at something and realized that you are just sick to death of looking at it? That�s how I feel about that shit. [ Jesse teeters to the car. Tiffany opens the trunk. ] Here, in the trunk.

JESSE. In the trunk?

TIFFANY. You can do it. [ Jesse leans down. ] Bend your knees. [ He picks it up. ] Wow, you are strong. Nice muscle tone. You work out a lot?

JESSE. I�ve been doin� some push-ups � [ Accidently drops the trunk on its side in the trunk of her car. They both snap their heads to it. ] Sorry.

TIFFANY. No, that�s okay. Can�t hurt it. Might help. [ She tries to shut the trunk, it wont. She bungee cords it shut. ]

CHUCKY. [ Screaming] TIFFANY?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

JESSE. You got some company?

TIFFANY. Nah, just baby-sittin�. Foul-mouthed little fucker.

JESSE. [ Both laughing ] Let me help you with this [ Fixes the bungee tie job. Tiffany leans next to him, crossed her legs, gives him a nice look. ]

TIFFANY. Oh, um, what�re you doing later on? Cause I was thinking maybe you and I could go get a drink or something. That is, if you�re up to it. [ Leaning on the car, rocks her hips back and forth when he stands in front of her. There is a squeaking sounds as she does this, like bed springs ].

JESSE. N-No, no, I can�t.

TIFFANY. Why?

JESSE. [ Nervous ] I�m seein� someone.

TIFFANY. Really?

JESSE. Yeah. [ Nods. ]

TIFFANY. All the good guys are taken.

JESSE. I-I gotta go.

TIFFANY. Okay. Bye. [ Jesse walks off. ] Jesse? Treat her right, Jesse.

JESSE. Excuse me?

TIFFANY. Treat her right. Never take her for granted. It�s like my mother always said, �A woman spends all day slaving over a hot stove for a man, the least he can do is the dishes.� She�s kind of a philosopher, my mother.
JESSE: Hm. Take it easy.

TIFFANY. See you around.

Shot of the Playpen. Written in block letters: �Kill Tiffany Slow�. Chucky is playing with a child�s spelling toy.

TOY. Spell �Woman� [ Chucky types in �B-I-T-C-H�] B � I � T � C � H. That is incorrect. The correct spelling of woman in �W � O � M [ Chucky picks it up and throws it at the railings ] A�

CHUCKY. Shows how much you know.

[ The door opens and Tiffany walks in, home. ]

TIFFANY. Yoo-hoo, I�m home! Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk tsk [ Shot of the inside of the play pen, pictures of Tiffany with knives through her, on fire, hanging, etc ] If you can�t play nice, I may just have to take your toys away. [ Chucky growls ] I have a surprise for you [ There is a large package in her hands, wrapped with a golden bow. ] I�ve been thinking about what you�ve said, about wanting to get married.

CHUCKY. Yeah?

TIFFANY. I think it�ll do you good to settle down.

CHUCKY. Babe! This is great. [ Tiffany begins to upwrap her package ] You wont regret it, I promise. I�m gonna treat you like a princess.

[ Tiffany opens the top and lowers down Bride doll who speaks. ]

CHUCKY. What�s that?

TIFFANY. Your bride�

[ The doll falls forward, her lips landing on Chucky�s. ]

BRIDE DOLL. With this ring, I thee wed.

TIFFANY. Aww, Chucky, she�s beautiful.[ She cackles and throws rice at the two. ]

CHUCKY. You are so dead.

TIFFANY. Congratulations, Chucky, now I�m sure you two kids�ll want to be alone. [ She walks to her bathroom, laughing, Chucky growling. He breaks the pearl ring on which the Van Pelt ring is on and slams the doll in the face so it falls away.]

Scene comes down from above the trailer, a skylight over a bubble filled tub. Tiffany laughing. TV is on, the news.

NEWSWOMAN. While there are still no leans on the murder of Officer Bob Bailey, evidence suggests that his death may be linked to another body found earlier today. Damien Baylock, whose real name was Howard Fitzwater, was dragged from the East River this afternoon. [Tiffany chuckles and giggles. ] Detective Preston, is there a connection between these murders?

TIFFANY. [ Enjoying her glass of champagne] Cooouulllld be�

PRESTON. Possibly, we�re looking into it.

NEWSWOMAN. Is this the work of a serial killer?

TIFFANY. Maaaaaaybe.

PRESTON. Now, I didn�t say that.

NEWSWOMAN. No sir, you didn�t, but what can you tell us about these murders.

TIFFANY. Nothing.

PRESTON. I can tell you that this used to be a nice quiet rural community � [ Tiffany flips through the channels, passing Murder She Wrote, all while Chucky is wearing down a nick in the wooden bar of the playpen with the ring. Tiffany puts on the Bride of Frankeninstein. She watches it. Watches the rejection between the Bride and Adam, the monstet. Chucky breaks out! A growl turns to a laugh. He tried to drag the doll out. It catches and speaks. ]

DOLL. I promise to love, honor, and cherish till death do us part.

CHUCKY. You got that right.

TIFFANY is still in the tub, watching the Bride of Frankenstein still. She cries at the �We belong dead� part along with the monster, as CHUCKY rummages through the drawers and pulls out a knife. He continues to walk toward her bathroom, pressing his face against the plastic and making that funny little noise�

TV. We belong dead!

Right after that, Chucky comes screaming, knife raised at TIFFANY. She screams in return and sticks out her foot, kicking him to the wall. He drops his knife. He runs forward again, shoving the cart with the TV into the water. Sparks fly as TIFFANY shakes violently, being electrocuted. Bubbles fly everywhere as CHUCKY laughs. CHUCKY stands among the bubbles, almost in child-like amusement. Finally, TIFFANY sinks under the water. The shot cuts to an image of the Bride doll. CHUCKY knees, one hand, palm down, stretching toward the tub, the other over the doll�s forehead. Lighting flashes and thunder booms. The power gathers.

CHUCKY. Ade due damalla. Give me the power, I beg of you! Mortisma ledipacour demobilesei. Entere pourquese damalla. Awake!

Nothing.

CHUCKY. [ Screaming ] AWAKE!

Still, nothing.

CHUCKY. � What a crock.

CHUCKY peers over the edge of the bathtub, almost like he was checking if TIFFANY was still alive. We see her wide open eye. With a second spark, TIFFANY is hurled out of the tub, right into CHUCKY�s face. As he screams madly, yes he can get scared, another figure pops up behind him. One pissed off doll in a wedding gown. As TIFFANY�s body slides back down into the water, the Bride Doll, who now has Tiffany�s soul screams. CHUCKY turns, smirk on his face.

TIFFANY. You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?! [ CHUCKY cackles, that is until TIFFANY throws a punch and knocks him down. ]

CHUCKY stands, wiping bubble foam from his face.

CHUCKY. You got your wish. You�re mine now, doll, and if you know what�s good for you, you are going to love, honor, and obey!

TIFFANY. I wouldn�t marry you if you had the body of G.I. Joe!

CHUCKY. Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked in the mirror lately? Now�s not the time to get picky. Hmph.
TIFFANY. [ Growls ]

Next shot, TIFFANY is looking through Voodoo For Dummies (By Don Mancini, of course). CHUCKY is sitting amongst the articles about his death on a shelf.

CHUCKY. Face it Tiff, you need me, otherwise, you�re stuck like this for good.

TIFFANY. I don�t need you, I�ll look it up myself.

CHUCKY. Oh, go ahead. Chapter Six. Page 217.

TIFFANY. �The Heart of Damalla.� What�s that?

CHUCKY. An amulet! We need it to transfer our souls into human bodies.

TIFFANY. Okay. And where the hell is it?

CHUCKY. I was wearing it around my neck the night those bastards gunned me down. [ He holds a picture of himself dead, pointing to the amulet. ] It was buried with my corpse in Hackensack, New Jersey.

TIFFANY. All right, let�s go.

CHUCKY. Oh sure, I�ll steer and you can work the petals. We�re dolls, you dope!

TIFFANY. [ Breaking out into hysterics ] Oh my God! What are we going to do?!

CHUCKY. Ay-ai-ai-ai. Shut up!

TIFFANY. [ Abruptly stops crying ] You shut up.

Next, JESSE is talking on the phone in his truck.

JESSE. I don�t get it? Why don�t you just mail the dolls?

TIFFANY [on the other end]. These dolls are very special.

JESSE. [ With food in his mouth ] Whayda mean, �special?�

TIFFANY. I mean, there�s 500 bucks in it for you if you get �em there by tomorrow. [ JESSE stares at a picture of JADE]. No questions asked. [ The shot turns to TIFFANY. Chucky has a fishbowl in his lap. ] I�d do it myself, but I have to take care of a friend who�s mentally incapacitated. [ A shot of CHUCKY drinking all of the water out of the fishbowl through a straw. A black fish is freaking out in the bottom of it. Was originally supposed to be a cat, but cat�s are hard to train and not good with dolls].

JESSE. Yeah. Yeah, I�ll do it. But I want a thousand.

TIFFANY. Okay, sweetface. I can give you half now and my friend in Jersey will give you the rest. The key�s under the mat.

[ And now, TIFFANY getting ready. She paints her nails black, puts on fishnet, boots, puts on black lipstick, foundation, blush, eyeliner, and puts on her beauty mark. Somewhere in there, she draws on her Chucky tattoo. Not forgetting her leather jacket, while keeping on the wedding dress. She also wears a gold necklace that says �Tiff� on it. Once again, the hero shot, feet to head pan. She lights a cigarette with Bailey�s lighter. CHUCKY watches, liking what he sees ]

CHUCKY. Wow�

TIFFANY. Barbie, eat your heart out.

[ They look out the window. JESSE is coming. CHUCKY becomes still. TIFF is confused. ]

TIFFANY. Uh � Um�

CHUCKY. Just act natural.

TIFFANY. Right.

CHUCKY sits normally, TIFF brings about a dramatic pose, back of the hand across her forehead and all. JESSE comes and sees the note TIFF wrote for him, it�s in CHUCKY�s hands. JESSE inside of a red heart. He walks toward it, questioning the dolls� appearances. First he takes the money and counts it. Happy, he picks up the note. The note reads: �Hi Sweetface. Please deliver dolls to caretaker�s office. Forrest Creek Cemetery, Hackensack, New Jersey. Love + Kisses, Tiffany.�

JESSE. �Please deliver dolls to caretaker�s office. Forrest Creek Cemetery, Hackensack, New Jersey. Love + Kisses, Tiffany.� [ He does a double take. ] Cemetery?

JESSE picks up the dolls, accidentally banging TIFF on the baby pen/table as he leaves.

Cut to DAVID and JADE, sitting outside together.

JADE. David, you remember when you were seeing Brad Barker?

DAVID. Oh! Vividly. Whoo.

JADE. You loved him, didn�t you?

DAVID. Yeah� I did.
JADE. What happened?

DAVID. His mother found a letter I had written him. She�s freaked, and we haven�t spoken since. [ JESSE�s van pulls up. DAVID points to it. ] You know, Jade, we get very few chances in life to be happy. You gotta grab the brass ring when you can. [ JADE runs into JESSE�s arms ].

CHUCKY. We don�t have time for this shit.

JESSE. Jade, I need to talk to you.

DAVID. [ Walks toward his car. ] Hey Jesse.

JESSE. Hey, David.

DAVID. I want details! [ Jogs toward his car ]

JADE. Jesse, Warren will be home any second. If he catches you �

JESSE. Jade. You know I�ll never take you for granted �

JADE. Jesse �

JESSE. You know, like if you cooked, I�d do the dishes, right?

JADE. What are you talking about?

JESSE. I�d do anything for you, anything at all. You know that? Right?

CHUCKY, in the car, cups his palm, like he�s holding something (cough, cough, cough) and makes abrupt up and down movements, with a slight swishing sound. Tiffany rolls her eyes in disgust.

JADE. Yes, yes I know.

JESSE. Then marry me.

JADE. What?

JESSE. Marry me. Tonight.

JADE. Warren would kill us.

JESSE. I don�t care about Warren. That�s why we�re gonna disappear?

JADE. Where�re we gonna go?

JESSE. Anywhere you want.

JADE. Well, what are we going to do for money?

JESSE. I got money.

JADE. Where did you get this?!

JESSE. You know my neighbor Tiffany? She�s playing me five-hundred dollars to take a couple of dolls to a friend of hers in Jersey. Jade, there�s another five-hundred when we get there.

JADE. Oh, shit Jesse. What has that freak gotten you into? [ CHUCKY chuckles ]

JESSE. I don�t know. I don�t care. I can put a deposit on an apartment. I�ll get a job. I�ll help put you through college.

CHUCKY. I think I�m gonna throw up.

JESSE. Jade, marry me. What do you say?

They kiss.

JADE. I say I do.

More kissing.

JESSE. Come on, let�s get you packed.

JADE. Okay. [ They run off to the house. ]

TIFFANY. Aww, that�s so romantic.

CHUCKY. Eh, I give �em six months. Three if she gains weight.

TIFFANY glares.

As they enter the house, we can hear a phone being dialed. Warren is behind the car, phone in hand.

KINCADE. [ He sniffs a plastic bag filled with weed in his hand. ] It�s me. His van is parked right in front of my house as we speak. [ He turns off the phone and tried the back door. Locked. He checks them all. Worried dolls look on from inside. All are locked. As he runs off to a back shed� ]

TIFFANY. Who the hell is this bozo? What�s he doin�?

CHUCKY. Screwin� with our ride, that�s what.

CHUCKY pulls a rather large knife out of his pocket.

CHUCKY. Ah, what the hell. I need the exercise.

TIFFANY. Were you born with that knife super-glued onto your hand or what?

CHUCKY. What�re you talking about?

TIFFANY. Oh, for God�s sake, Chucky, drag yourself into the 90�s. Stabbings when out with Bundy and Dahmer. You look like Martha Stewart with that thing.

CHUCKY. Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?

TIFFANY. My idol. And what does Martha tell you to do when guests drop by for diner and you haven�t had time to shop? You improvise.

CHUCKY steps off of the seat, looking for a weapon.

CHUCKY. What about � [ He reaches for a hammer ]

TIFFANY. Predictable.

TIFFANY looks about..

TIFFANY. Hmm�.. Uh�. [ She spots a glass jar with several nails in it. ] Aha!

WARREN KINCADE is jogging back toward the van, crowbar in hand. He pries open the doors. Weed in hand, he finds a place for it, stuffed in the seats on which CHUCKY and TIFFANY were once sitting. He becomes distracted. Someone is laughing in the front seat.

KINCADE. Who�s there?

More laughter. He investigates, looking in the front seat. He only sees a doll, TIFFANY. Then he sees CHUCKY.

KINCADE. Ugh.

He looks up and sees a eighteen nails lined up on the dash board. He stares.

TIFFANY. NOW!

KINCADE gasps as Chucky cuts a line, the airbag popping out, sending all 18 nails directly into KINCADE�s face. He falls onto his side, giving one last hard shake before he goes still. TIFF and CHUCKY look at him from the passenger seat.

CHUCKY. Why does that look so familiar?

TIFFANY. See? Now that�s the work of a true homicidal genius.

CHUCKY. Not bad! .. For an amateur.

They can hear JESSE and JADE open the front door to the house.

TIFFANY. Shit, here they come.

JESSE and JADE are taking their time getting to the car. Laughing and hugging.

TIFFANY. What do we do with him?

CHUCKY. I don�t know, what would Martha Stewart do? [ He sneers. ]

CHUCKY lifts the lid of the seat they were on.

CHUCKY. Here.

They try to lift the body into the trunk.

CHUCKY. C�mon, help me!

TIFFANY. I am helping! He�s heavy!

He thuds in. A good kick to his head makes him fit. TIFF madly tried to wipe up all the blood while CHUCKY tried to stuff the air bag back into place. The backdoor opens. Tiffany lifts her head, shocked.

TIFFANY. Huh? [ JADE�s suitcase, thrown by JESSE, slams into her back. ] Oof.

JESSE turns to JADE, confused, thumb jerking at the back door he just opened.

JADE. What�s the matter?

JESSE. I could�ve sworn that door was locked.

JADE. C�mon, we have to go.

CHUCKY slips out of the front seat as JESSE opens the door for JADE. The engine starts and the car leaves. CHUCKY laughs under his breath, seeking something he wants.

CHUCKY. Oh yeah� [ He picks up the weed and stuffs it into his pocket. ]

As the van drives, it is being followed by a police car. It flashes it�s lighs and sounds the siren.

JESSE. [ Looking in the rear-view mirror ] Shit.

It is stopped in front of a local kids hangout, The One Stop, in which most of the kids are smoking weed. When the police car pulls up, they scatter, hiding their drugs. And it�s Needlenose!

CHUCKY. (Whispering AND irritated) Now what?

NEEDLENOSE shines the flashlight into the van. He�s cocky. Grr.

NEEDLENOSE. How you kids doin� tonight?

He shines the flashlight into the back, spotting JADE�s luggage.

NEEDLENOSE. Going somewhere? Will you both get outta the van now, please?

JADE and JESSE get out. JADE approached NEEDLENOSE.

JADE. Officer Norton, I have a question. All this � following us around � Is that covered by your regular salary or does my uncle pay you extra?

NEEDLENOSE. ( A smile. Snide ) Extra.

JADE. Look. I�m sure you�re not a bad person. I know you�re just doing your job but couldn�t you just please give us a break?

NEEDLENOSE. You know, I wish I could. You seem like really nice kids. It�s nothing personal, at least not on my part.. But.. The money! (Laughing)

JADE. You�re disgusting. SHUT UP! Shut up or I swear to god I�ll fucking vaporize you!

JADE throws herself at NEEDLENOSE.

The stoner crowd �Oooh�s, and scatter as NEEDLENOSE looks over.

Cut to the inside of the van. TIFFANY is coughing � CHUCKY�s smoking the weed. Originally, they were supposed to pass the joint to one another, but there wasn�t enough time. A cute scene � very funny.

CHUCKY. Ahh�.

Back to JESSE and JADE.
JESSE. [ Grabs JADE back ] Come on, take it easy. Take it easy. Come here.

JADE. Oh, oh god, we�re never going to get away with this. They�re never going to let us go.

JESSE. It�s gonna be okay, alright? Now why don�t you go get us something to eat for the road. [ He points to The One Stop, still in the background ] and I�ll deal with Needlenose. All right?

JADE. Okay. [ She goes to the store. ]

NEEDLENOSE is searching JESSIE�s van, looking for the weed. He sees CHUCKY and TIFFANY. Sneers, disgusted.

NEEDLENOSE. Ugh.

He looks around. Tiffany hits Chucky. Chucky hits Tiffany back. NEEDLENOSE spins at the noise. Notices the trunk they�re sitting on. As he�s opening it, the dolls freak. TIFFANY kicks him in the head. He looks up started, flashlight in hand. He hits his head.

NEEDLENOSE. Ah!

Chucky throws the bag of weed. NEEDLENOSE grins and takes it. He goes to JESSE and shows him the weed. JESSE lashes out.

JESSE. Oh, THAT�S BULLSHIT!

NEEDLENOSE grabs him and slams him against the hood of the car.

JESSE. You know this isn�t mine.

NEEDLENOSE. You�re in a lot of trouble, kid. Now don�t you FUCKING move!

NEEDLENOSE walks back to his car, grabbing back the weed from JESSE.

JESSE. SHIT! [ Out of anger, he kicks his van. He accidentally kicks his headlight, shattering it. ] Shiiiiit.

CHUCKY. [ To Tiffany ] Figures you�d hitch us a ride with the Fugitive. Gimmie your lighter.

TIFFANY. What�re you doing?

CHUCKY. Improvising. Now sit back and learn from the master.

CHUCKY grabs some flannel cloth, lighter (To Bailey one) and gets out of the car. He tied the cloth to his back. He crawls to the police car, his ass lookin� funky.

WOMAN ON RADIO. Chief Kincade isn�t answering.

NEEDLENOSE. What do you mean he�s not answering? I just talked to him.

CHUCKY opens the gas thingie and stuffs the cloth into it. He lights fire to the end. CHUCKY crawls back, the lighter falling out of his pocket in the process. He stops and looks up to see a guy with a hat on getting high in his car. The guy looks at him. CHUCKY shows him his middle finger. And then goes on.

High Dude: Rude fucking doll. ( And he looks about, all crazed and high)

JESSE is looking around, waiting for JADE.

JESSE. C�mon Jade�

The cloth burns, there is smoke filling NEEDLENOSE�s car. He sniffs.

WOMAN ON THE RADIO. Norton? Are you still there?

He coughs and looks in his rear-view mirror, sees the flame.

WOMAN ON THE RADIO. Norton?!

CHUCKY and TIFFANY are waving from JESSE�s van.

CHUCKY. Byeeeee.

TIFFANY. [Giggling]

NEEDLENOSE screams as the car is blown to bits. JESSE is knocked to the ground, debris flies, people are injured, flame and doom. JADE comes running out, bags with food in her arms. She drops them.

JADE. Jesse?! JESSE! [ She runs to the van, waves him over as she spots him ] Jesse! [ She gets in ] Get in! Get in. [ He gets in. ]

A stoner girl runs in front of the van, pointing at the van.

STONER GIRL. There they are, call the police!

JADE. SHIT! SHIT! GO! [ JESSE looks around confused ] JESSE! Drive! Go! Go!

Tire screech as JESSE floors it. A three car pileup occurs. Flames erupt. Total chaos.
TIFFANY and CHUCKY watch out of the window.

TIFFANY. Well, at least you haven�t forgotten how to show a girl a good time.

The van drives. Booth keep looking at each other, suspicious of one-another.

JESSE. Where were you?!

JADE. Is that you have to say?

JESSE. What do you want me to say?

JADE. Well I think you should have something to say about what happened back there.

JESSE. Oh, I got somethin� to say. I think you�re fuckin� crazy.

JADE. I�m crazy? You say you�d do anything for me and this is what I get?

JESSE. Wait a minute -- You don�t think I had to do anything with that explosion back there

JADE. Didn�t you?!

JESSE. No. To be honest, I was thinkin� the same thing about you.

JADE. How could you think that?

JESSE. You announced in front of a hundred people that you wanted to vaporize him.

JADE. Ooh! It was a figure of speech!

The cellphone rings. Speaker phone.

JESSE. Well, you were just as quick to accuse me. [ Answers it ] Hello.

DAVID. [ At home, watching news ] What the fuck?!

JESSE. David, I don�t know what to tell you, I don�t know what the hell�s going on around here.

DAVID. Well, the cops seem to think it�s all pretty cut-and-dried. Think of Mickey and Mallory, Bonnie and Clyde. You get the picture?

JESSE. Mickey and Mallory, Bonnie and Clyde? They were mass murderers, David.

DAVID. Multiple murderers, actually. Mass murders happen all at once, like at the post office. Multiple murders are serial killings.

JADE. Am I missing something? Norton was just one murder, right?

DAVID. They found a cigarette lighter next to Norton�s car. Belonged to that cop that got his throat slashed. And there�s another thing. Jade, your uncle�s missing.

JESSE and JADE are in shock.

JADE. What?

DAVID. Look, I know you two had nothing to do with this but maybe you should turn yourselves in until they figure it out.

JESSE. David, are you wacked? Nobody is gonna believe us.

DAVID. They�re setting up roadblocks at the border. You two had better lay low for awhile.

JADE. Thanks.

A beep at JESSE turns it off.

JESSE. Did you see Warren tonight?

JADE. Not since this morning. [ Accusing ] Did you?

JESSE. No.

CHUCKY and TIFFANY chuckle as they drive on, blood seeping unnoticed from the trunk. Signs dictate that they are near Niagara Falls, even more obvious when you see the falls themselves. JESSE skids to a stop in front of a cheesy church.

JADE. What�re you doing?

JESSE. Do you trust me Jade?

JADE. Of course I do.

JESSE and JADE get out and enter the pink doors to this wedding chapel.

CHUCKY and TIFFANY watch.

CHUCKY. Suckeeeeeeeer.

TIFFANY. I think they make a cute couple and if you ask me, it�d be a shame to break �em up if you know what I mean.

INSIDE, they are getting married. Already.

PREIST. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the union of two people in holy matrimony. And what God joins together, let no man tear asunder.

CHUCKY turns on the radio.

RADIO (Woman). Violence in movies is one of the WORST problems with�

CHUCKY. What is this shit?

RADIO (Woman). Nevermind child � [CHUCKY turns it]

RADIO (Gay-ass Prep Music).

CHUCKY. Jesus, the music scene�s really gone to hell since I�ve been dead. [ Flicks it again, onto some metal ]

CHUCKY. That�s more like it. [ Chucky rocks out! Haha.]

TIFFANY. Isn't it beautiful? I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridemaids and a cake and my picture in the paper - Not just the usual mugshot, but something really flattering.

CHUCKY. Tiff. I'm sorry... For everything.

TIFFANY. Um, I guess I can't complain. I mean, I always wanted us to spend more time togther, maybe do some traveling and see the world. Well, just look at us now! [They both share a laugh.]

CHUCKY. Yeah... Life sure is full of surprises.

At that exact moment, Warren pops up, screaming. He screams, Tiff screams. He screams, Chucky scream. Warren tries to escape.

TIFFANY. Stop him!

Chucky pulls out his knife.

TIFFANY. Kill him!

Priest: For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health till death do you part. [all while Chucky is stabbing Warren to death] Congratulations. You may now kiss the bride. [ Jesse and Jade kiss. ]

CHUCKY. Hah. A true classic never goes out of style.

TIFFANY. That was good.

REPORTER. Is it true that Jesse and Jade may in fact be the serial killers that you've been tracking for the past few days?

DETECTIVE. We can't confirm that at this time. The previous murders appear to be the work of just one killer.

LIEUTENANT. It's possible, actually, it's possible that one of them is a hostage or simply unaware of what the other is up to.

REPORTER. Detective?

DETECTIVE. For the time being, in the absense of any other information, these kids are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. [ Jesse mutes the TV. ]

JESSE. First thing tomorrow morning, we deliver the dolls. We collect our money. We're gonna need it.

The door opens, enter the other couple.

DIANE. Oh! Excuse me. The, uh, door was open and I didn't realize that there was anybody in here. Russ! I thought we were getting a suite.

RUSS. Whoa. Who's this?

DIANE. I thought we were getting a suite.

JADE. No, no, this is our room.

DIANE: Oh.. Heh, heh. Oh! Russ! Look! Have you ever seen anything so cute in your whole life? [ She picks up Tiffany] What a great idea for a wedding gift! She's beautiful! [ She notices Chucky. ] Oh... Well, this little guy has a face only a mother could love... [ Picks Chucky up. ]

CHUCKY. (in doll voice) Hi. I'm Chucky, and I wouldn't talk if I were you. Hi-de-ho!

RUSS. Chucky! Of course. I remember. He was a Good Guy doll. They were programmed to say all kinds of shit.

DIANE. Oh. [ Drops Chucky ]. Well, I don't like him at all. [ She moves over and goes to take a wallet off of the dresser].

RUSS. You know, you two make a really delicious-looking couple.

DIANE. Hey, Diane, don't you think?

RUSS. Oh, absolutely. I mean, imagine what theyr children are gonna look like, huh?

JESSE. Listen, it's getting late, and -

DIANE. So! What are you guys up to tonight? Hmm?

JADE. It's our wedding night.

RUSS. Well, so, what're you watching TV for.

Russ and Diane look at the TV just as Jesse and Jade's picture comes up. The TV is quickly turned off.

DIANE. Well... You see it's our wedding night as well, which is what makes this just so perfect. You know what they say: The more, the merrier.

JADE. Okay! Yeah. No. You know what? We're really tired. Gotta get to bed early.

DIANE. [ As she and Russ are being shoved out of the room.] Well, we'll be right next door.

JESSE. Okay.

TIFFANY. The thieving slut. She doesn't deserve to wear that ring.

Shot goes to Diane counting money.

RUSS. To us [offering champaign].

DIANE. Oh, Russ, give me a break.

RUSS. We are, technically, on our honeymoon, remember?

DIANE. Yeah, well, it was your idea to come here, not mine. I told you we'd have seen more action at Club Med.

RUSS. C'mon, we're here. Let's make the best of it!

They get the kissy-kissy on as Tiffany sneaks into the room. As they do stuff ont he bed, Tiffany grabs the bottle of champaign and throws it at the mirror over their water bed. The glass rains down on the now screaming couple and they are impaled to death by shards of mirror. Chucky has entered the room to see the show. A huge fountain of blood and water errupts from the water bed. Blood washes up on Chucky's shoes.

CHUCKY. I love you! [ He gets down on one knee and holds Tiffany's hand. He looks down and sees a severed finger with the ring on it. He picks it up and offers it to her. ] I should have asked you this a long time ago. Tiffany, will you be my bride?

TIFFANY. Oh, Chucky... Yes. Yes!

Chucky tries to pull the ring off of the finger, finds he cannot, turn away, and then pulls the ring off with his teeth. He slides it onto her thumb.

TIFFANY. Oh! Chucky! [ The two hug and Tiffany starts to cry. ]

CHUCKY. Why're you cryin'?

TIFFANY. I always cry at weddings... Oh, my God! I'm crying! I wonder if all the plumbing works.

CHUCKY. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm startin' to feel like Pinocchio here.

TIFFANY. Oh!

CHUCKY. I am anatomically correct, ya know.

TIFFANY. Ooh!

And they get it on, doll style! We see naked Tiffany doll butt. And really creepy kissing. As they are bothing moaning...

TIFFANY. Oh, oh, oh.. Wait, wait -

CHUCKY. What, what!?

TIFFANY. Have you got a rubber?

CHUCKY. Have I got a rubber?

TIFFANY. Yeah.

CHUCKY. Tiff!

TIFFANY. What?

CHUCKY. Look at me! I'm all rubber!

TIFFANY. Oh, that's right. Wait! I - I thought you were plastic!

CHUCKY. Tiff.

TIFFANY. What?

CHUCKY. Kiss me.

TIFFANY. Okay.

Jesse and Jade lie awake in their bed. Jesse gets up and goes outside. Jade calls David from the bedside phone.

DAVID. Hello?

JADE. David, it's me.

DAVID. Jade! Where are you?

JADE. Niagara. The Honeymoon Sweets motel, which, believe me, it even worse than it sounds.

DAVID. Are you okay?

JADE. No, I'm married.

DAVID. Is that bad?

JADE. I'm really scared. I think maybe he did it, David. I think Jesse has totally lost it.

DAVID. Jesus.

JADE. What should I do?

DAVID. Are you sure?

JADE. Pretty sure.

DAVID. Then you've gotta go to the police.

JADE. I don't think I can. I still love him. Is that wrong?

DAVID. [ Gets another call ] Hold on a second. Hello?

Jesse is seen standing outside in a payphone booth

JESSE. David, it's me.

DAVID. Hey! Jesse...

JESSE. I'm sorry to call you so late. I got a problem. It's Jade.

DAVID. Listen to me. Go to the police. Now, before somebody else gets hurt.

It's the next morning. The Maid is entering the suite.

MAID. Yoo-hoo! Anybody here? Housekeeping! Hello? Housekeeping. Joy to be here. Okay. Oh my go- Newlyweds. [ She chuckles at the mess. ] What the heck went on here?

The Maid sees the bodies and starts screaming. Jesse and Jade run into the room and everyone screams. Jesse and Jade grab their things and head for the van. The bring the dolls and get in.

JADE. Oh, I can't do this!

JESSE. What?

JADE. I - I can't go with you, Jesse. Not anymore.

JESSE. Oh, man, I'm glad you said that first.

JADE. Why?

JESSE. Jade, this is too much for me. I love you, I will always love you, but there is a limit to how much I can take.

JADE. Would you please stop talking to me like I'm the one who's crazy?! You're the crazy one! You're the mass murderer!

JESSE. You mean, "multiple murderer"?!

JADE. So you admit it?

JESSE. No, I don't!

JADE. I can't take this shit anymore!

Jade screams as someone pounds on the window. It's David! Perky and smiling. The scene shifts to them, in the van, driving down the side of the road. David is sitting with the dolls.

DAVID. Anyway, the thing that struck me was how sure you both sounded. And to me, that meant one of three things - one of you is lying, both of your are wacko, or both of you are wrong. Add to that the fact that I know you both better than anybody else, and I've never seen either of you so much as hurt a fly and I've concluded that what we have here is a terrible misunderstanding. Do you guys smell something in here?

JESSE. Okay, for the sake of argument, if it wasn't you and it wasn't me, then who else would want to kill Warren and Needlenose?

JADE. And those people from last night.

DAVID. You're assuming Warren's dead. He's only missing!

JADE. You're suggesting that Warren -

DAVID. Yes! Why not? I'd buy him as a psychopath before either of you two. Poo! Something really stinks in here. [ David investigates the smell.]

JADE. I told ya not to leave your dirty socks back there.

DAVID. Honey, this ain't no dirty socks.

David spots the blood, moves the dolls, lifts up the seat compartments lid, and finds the dead Warren. He then makes for Warren's gun. But, he is forced to slam the lid down again as Jesse and Jade start to talk to him again.

JESSE. I feel like such an idiot.

JADE. Me, too.

JESSE. I mean, I - I can't believe I actually thought that you could kill someone.

JADE. I know. I'm so sorry.

JESSE. David, what would we do without you?

DAVID. What do you mean, "without me"?

JESSE. I mean you set us straight. We owe you one.

JADE. You're a good friend. The best.

David cocks the gun and aims it at Jesse and Jade.

DAVID. Pull over! Pull over now!

Jesse pulls over to the side of the road.

JESSE. David, come on, buddy. It's me! Come on, let's talk this over!

DAVID. I'm not your buddy.

JESSE. Fuck, David! Please, put the gun down!

DAVID. Why, so you can kill me, too?

JADE. We didn't kill anybody!

DAVID. Oh, you're good. You're good! You even had me fooled.

JADE. What are you talking about?

DAVID. This! [ He shows Jesse and Jade Warren's dead body. ]

JADE. You son of a bitch!

JESSE. David, I didn't do it! She did it!

JADE. I would never --

DAVID. Shut up, shut up! [ David exits the car and flags down a cop. ]

DAVID. Hey! Help! Over here!

Chucky and Tiffany pop up, both with guns.

CHUCKY. Nobody move!

JADE. Oh, my God...

DAVID backs away into a moving tractor-trailer, blowing himself to bits in the process.

JADE. NO!

CHUCKY. That works too.

TIFFANY. Get this heap of shit moving! Now, now, now!

The van drives off as Jade turns back to look at the trucks blood-stained grill. The cop car follows. Chucky foces Jade to open up the back doors. He shoots out the cop's tire. They soon enter New Jersey.

CHUCKY. I imagine at this point you two must have a lot of questions. You do know who I am?

JESSE. Chucky.

CHUCKY. And this is Tiffany.

TIFFANY. I believe we already met, haven't we, sweetface?

JESSE. S-So h-how did you end up like this?

CHUCKY. Well, it's a long story.

TIFFANY. It sure is.

CHUCKY. In fact, if it was a movie, it would take three or four sequels just to do it justice.

JADE. What are you gonna do with us?

CHUCKY. Funny you should ask.

TIFFANY. These bodies are okay, but they're like apartments that we're just renting. But now we're movin' on up.

CHUCKY. Like George and Weezy.

TIFFANY. And we're lookin' to buy.

CHUCKY. And you know that say about real estate: Location, location, location. Well, you guys are definitely in the right place at the wrong time.

RADIO VOICE. This is a special report. The Jesse and Jade case keeps getting weirder and weirder. Fingerprints discovered at two separate crime scenes have been indetified as belonging to Charles Lee Ray, the notorious serial killer gunned down in 1988. Now police confirm that Ray's corpse will be exhumed from a Hackeksack, New Jersey, cemetery sometime today.

CHUCKY. What?!

TIFFANY. Chucky, the Heart of Damballa!

CHUCKY. I know!

TIFFANY. What'll we do, what'll we do?!

CHUCKY. Shut up! Just let me think, okay? First we gotta get some new wheels. Every cop within 500 miles is lookin' for this van. We need something inconspicuous, but with a little style.

The scene shifts to night time, with a camper rolling down the road. Yup, you guessed it. Inconspicuous with a little style. A sign rolls by, "Welcome To HACKENSACK". Tiffany is inside, amongst makeup and cigarettes, dolling up a tied up Jade.

TIFFANY. Hold still, honey, or I'm gonna poke you in the eye again.

Tiffany hums as she works and Jade struggles with the ropes around her wrists.

TIFFANY. Yes, I believe I'm going to look absolutely ravishing.

The over timer goes off. Tiffany hums as she walks to get an apron from the closet. As she opens the door, a dead couple are discovered, both with a bullet in the brain.

TIFFANY. [Gasping] 'Scuse me!

Tiffany takes the apron and then opens up the oven, pulling out a tray of cookies. She walks with them toward Chucky, who is sitting in the front seat next to Jesse, holding a gun and eating.

CHUCKY. Nobody makes Swedish meatballs like you, babe. Peachy.

TIFFANY. Thanks, honey pot. I hope you left room for dessert.

CHUCKY. You know it, pooky.

Chucky takes a cookie. Tiffany looks at Jesse, grinning, and then turns back to Chucky to recieve a kiss on the cheek from him.

CHUCKY. Ya know, if I had known that marriage was such a great gig, I would never have waited this long to tie the knot.

Jesse looks up in the rear view mirror and notices the total mess that Tiffany has left in the kitchen. Dirty dishes are piled up.

JESSE. On the other hand, she's not much of a housekeeper, is she?

CHUCKY. Tiff?

TIFFANY. Hm?

CHUCKY. Those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves, you know.

JADE. You were nice enough to cook for him. The least he could is was wash the dish.

Tiffany throws down her spatula and throws a plate at Chucky.

CHUCKY. What are you doin'?! [ Tiffany throws another dish. ] What would Martha Stewart say?

TIFFANY. Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt. Here I am slaving away over a hot stove, making cookies, making Swedish meatballs, and for what? For a man who doesn't appreciate me! For a man who can't even wash one fucking dish! For a man who isn't even a man at all where it counts, if you get my drift. Take it from me, honey, plastic is no subsititue for a nice hunk of wood.

CHUCKY. [ To Jesse. ] I didn't hear her complaining last night. [ Back to Tiffany. ] Any guy you need a hunk of plastic, probably battery-operated, to get a reaction out of you in bed. And by the way, where the hell did you learn to bake?! [ He chucks a cookie at her head. ]

TIFFANY. How dare you speak to me that way!

CHUCKY. You started it!

TIFFANY. I did not!

Jade grunts as she swings the chair around and kicks Tiffany into the oven and slams the oven door shut.

CHUCKY. No! [ Fires gun. ]

Jade screams, Jesse smacks Chucky on the forehead, sending him flying backward into the glass. Jesse jerks the wheel, making the RV tumble. Chucky fires the gun. Chaos, chaos! The tires scream and Jesse loses control.

JESSE. Whoa!

The RV goes flying down a hill. Jade falls over in the chair and stuff falls on her. Sparks fly. This transcriptor just found out that those little oreo cookies, the "golden" ones, are really really tasty and she's gonna go break her diet (6 pounds in one week, w00+!) by eating more. Mm.. I suggest you go out and buy some. A water pipe breaks. Or maybe it's gas. Who knows, there is some liquid flowing and wires buzzing and hanger. Danger, danger! I hope someone actually finds this crappy little transcript and reads it down to here. If you have, you should IM me. My AIM thingie is XLKITTIEKATLX. Tell me you found this. I didn't go to prom to work on this. Not like I wanted to go, anyway, but still! This is what I did instead of hanging out with everyone at FunLand at 3 AM. I guess it just wouldn't be the same without Nerissa there. Jade opens her eyes. She has a huge cut on her head.

JADE. Jesse! Jesse, please! Please! Oh, God! Jesse? [ She struggles to get free from the liquid and the live wires, fearing electrocution. She hears a metal screeching from the oven. All of a sudden, Tiffany's screaming face is pressed against the window of the oven, charred black. ] Get me out of here!

All of a sudden, the screaming stops and Tiffany's face disapears from view. But not for long. A tense moment, and then Tiffany comes flying out of the oven, grabbing onto Jade's hair.

TIFFANY. You bitch! [ She screams and bites Jade's ear, just as Jesse gets up and tries to save Jade. ]

JESSE. Jade! [ He grabs Tiffany by the hair and throws her out of the RV. ]

JADE. Hurry! [ Jesse tries to untie Jade and ends up grabbing a knife to cut her free. ] Help, oh, god, help me. ]

Jesse grabs the live wires just as Jade gets free, just saving them from hitting the liquid and blowing them all up.

JESSE. Go, go, go!

JADE. Not without you!

JESSE. I'll be right behind you!

Jade jumps out. Just as she's standing up, you see the shadow of Chucky on her back, with a gun in his hand. The sound of the gun cocking is heard.

CHUCKY. Hey, beautiful.

Jade screams. Jesse drops the wires and jumps out of the RV just as it explodes into flame. A moaning and whimpering, tottaly charred Tiffany is scooting toward a gun in the grass, but Jesse steps on her hand. He takes the gun and is about to shoot Tiffany when he notices a running Jade on the road.

JESSE. Jade!

Chucky. [ Jabs with gun. ] Move it!

TIFFANY. [ Jesse picks up Tiffany by the hair. ] Ah! [ And he runs with her like that to where Jade and Chucky are. ] Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Ow! Ow! [ They're all heading toward cemetery gates. ]

The scene shifts. There is a truck that belongs to a Medical Examiner. Someone is in a grave, shoveling dirt. The headstone reveals the name, Charles Lee Ray. There is a gunshot and gooey brains and blood cover the headstone.

CHUCKY. [ To Jade ] Get down there. Move! [ Jade crawls down the ladder into the grave. ] Open the coffin, Jade. Hurry up!

JADE. I'm trying, you fucking midget! [ He shoots the gun again, and she screams and gets back to work, trying to open up the coffin. It finally opens, and she freaks out when she sees Chucky's skull with rats popping in and out of the eyes. ]

CHUCKY. You really didn't need to see that. [ The camera shows the Heart of Damballa around the skeleton's neck. ] Gimmie the amulet. [ Jade slowly reaches in, and then quickly snatches away the amulet, sending the head rolling. ] Bitch! You broke my neck. [ Jade screams as she throws the amulet, and it hits the blood-stained headstone. Chucky picks it up. ]

Jesse enters, holding Tiffany in his arms. He pulls out a gun. Chucky aims his gun back at him. Then, Jesse puts the gun to Tiffany's head.

CHUCKY. Let her go!

JESSE. Let Jade go first!

CHUCKY. Get movin'. And Jade? See ya real soon.

Jesse lets down Tiffany as Jade begins to cross the path to Jesse.

JESSE. Get outta here.

TIFFANY. Why can't I ever get it on with the real good guys?

Tiffany limps across the path, passing Jade, looking up at her.

TIFFANY. You're a lucky girl.

Jade jumps on Jesse and they embrace.

TIFFANY. Catch me, Chucky.

Chucky steps to the side as Tiffany tries to jump on and hug him. She falls to the ground, coughing. Chucky sneers at the mess his bride as become. Chucky watches Jesse and Jade kiss. He pulls out a knife and throws it. Jesse sees it coming and spins Jade around, catching the blade in his back. The two sink to their knees.

JADE. Oh, God! No! God, no!

JESSE. Pull it out. [ Jade pulls it out. ]

CHUCKY. I'll take that. [ Jade throws the knife down on the ground. Chucky puts it in his pocket. He picks up a fallen gun. Now he holds a gun in each hand. ] It's show time!

The scene shifts again. This time, Jesse and Jade are tied up, back to back.

CHUCKY. [ Heart of Damballa in hand. ] Ade due damalla. Give me the Power I beg of you! Leveau Mercier du Bois Chailoitte. Secoise Entienne Mais pois de morte. Ade due mais pois de Damballa. Ade due mais pois de Damballa. This is it...

TIFFANY. I love you, Chucky.

CHUCKY. I know.

TIFFANY. We belong together, forever. Kiss me. [ As Chucky and Tiffany kiss, Tiffany takes the knife out of Chucky's pocket and stabs him in the back. He tumbles away. ]

CHUCKY. Why?

TIFFANY. Oh, Chucky. Look at us. Don't you see? We belong dead. Good-bye, darling. I'll see you in hell.

Chucky sighs as his eyes close and he goes motionless. Jade pulls at the ropes, finally freeing her wrists. Jesse and Jade hug as Tiffany watches on, admiring the beautiful sight. Suddenly, a shovel slams into Tiffany's head, knocking her to the ground. It's Chucky. Tiffany throws dirt in his eyes. She picks up the other shovel and they attack each other. As they lock shovels, Tiffany bites Chucky. Tiffany knocks him to the ground. He gets up and smacks her in the temple, landing her on her back, whimpering. He drops the shovel, satisfied. Tiffany then jumps up, screaming, and strangles Chucky around the neck. He reaches for the knife and slams it through here. The blood point pokes out of the other side.

TIFFANY. My mother always told me love would set me free.

CHUCKY. Get off my knife. [ Chucky shoves her off of the knife. ]

Jesse runs over, shovel in hand, and hits Chucky as hard as he can in the head. Chucky goes flying into his own grave, landing directly on his old body, staring at the skull that we knocked off just a few minutes before. He screams. He freaks out and tries to get to the ladder to get out of his grave, but Jesse pulls it out before he can escape. Jade aims a gun at Chucky. A car pulls out and it's the detective from before, holding a gun. I'm sure he has a name, somewhere.

DETECTIVE. Let me see your hands! Drop the gun! Drop it! [ He notices the screaming and sees the running Chucky in the grave.

] CHUCKY. Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! [ He starts to stab at the dirt wall. ]

DETECTIVE. Whoa.

JADE. [ Grabs the gun. ] Don't move!

CHUCKY. Go ahead and shoot! I'll be back. I always come back! [ Jade cocks the gun. ] Yeah, but dying is such a bitch. [ Jade shoots Chucky five times in the chest area. He slides into his grave, dead again. ]

The night slowly fades into dawn. The Detective and Jesse and Jade are standing around the grave.

DETECTIVE. No one's ever gonna believe this, you know that?

JADE. What's gonna happen to us?

A cell phone rings. The Detective picks it up.

DETECTIVE. Preston. (Oh, that's his name. Meh, too lazy to go back and change it). Yeah, I'm here now. I'm afraid we've got another corpse to add to the list. Jesse and Jade? Hell, they didn't do it. Just get Forensics down here. You're never gonna fuckin' believe this. Right. [ He ends the call. ] You two go on home. And stay put.

JESSE. Let's go home... [ He and Jade turn and walk off. ]

The Detective watches Jesse and Jade walk off for a moment, but then looks down at the baked Tiffany. He kneels down.

DETECTIVE. Jesus.

He thinks about it for a moment, but then he pokes Tiffany on the chest. She doesn't move, so he pokes her again, trying to see if she's alive or not or something. Just as he is about to poke her again, Tiffany starts screaming.

DETECTIVE. Goddamn! Son of a bitch! Holy-fucking... [ Tiffany lays on the ground, wailing. ] Bitch, Jesus.

He watches as something moves underneath Tiffany's gown. But shoots out, spraying the Detective in the face. He screams along with Tiffany. A bloody baby slides out from underneath the gown. It has wide green eyes and pointed teeth. It jumps onto the Detective face, screaming.

Roll credits.